“It’s your decision now,” said Suzanna, passing the phone back to Nigel. “Press send and my husband fucks your wife. Press delete and you don’t fuck me.”
There was an unexpected hesitation. Nigel stared at the phone, with his thumb hovering over the send button. He had done well up to that point, but now he seemed to be finding the final step as difficult to make as she had.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, with a slight croak in his voice.
Suzanna simply stared at the windscreen. It was starting to steam up now the engine and wipers had been switched off. She was still watching rivulets of rain run down the wind-screen when Nigel flipped his phone shut.
“The deed is done,” he whispered.
“You sent it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” The tension in her shoulders dissipated. She suddenly felt calm and in control of her emotions. “Let’s go fuck then.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Once they were through the front door, Nigel hung his jacket up on the coat hook and let his eyes run up and down her body. “I’m not trying to rush things, but shouldn’t we get you out of that wet dress?”
“No,” replied Suzanna. A mischievous look crossed her face. “Rob can buy me a new one tomorrow. That’s the price he’ll pay for being allowed to fuck your wife.”
Nigel watched closely as Suzanna reached up under her dress. Her hands came back down with a skimpy pair of panties. She reached up and hung them on the same hook as Nigel’s jacket.
“Don’t let me leave without them.”
“I won’t.”
“And that is all I’m taking off.”
Nigel started to walk up the stairs.
“I’m not fucking on Felicity’s bed,” said Suzanna sharply.
He turned around. “No, you’re right, that’s not a good idea.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“What, here?”
“Yes.” Suzanna spoke assertively. “There.”
He started to unbutton his shirt. “You look lovely.”
“No I don’t, Nigel. My hair is hanging in rat’s tails, my dress is soaked to the core and my mascara is running down my cheeks – I must look bloody awful.”
“I like the wet look,” he chuckled, popping the button on his jeans. “I particularly like the way the dress is clinging to your body. Would you mind turning round for me?”
Suzanna turned around and leaned forward a little, happy to show off what she knew to be her best asset. After waiting a few seconds, she improved Nigel’s view by lifting her dress up over her well-rounded buttocks. “Tell me when you’re naked.”
As she waited for Nigel to finish stripping, images of her husband tearing Felicity’s clothes off filled her head. And then more of Rob fucking Felicity at the bottom of their stairs. She doubted Rob would have the patience to get any further than that. A fast and furious fuck is what he would give Felicity to start with.
“I’m ready,” said Nigel.
Suzanna turned to face him. He was nice and hard, and thick, just as Felicity said he was. “Right, lead the way to your garden.”
“What?”
“You heard. It’s time to put that well-manicured lawn of yours to good use.”
“But the garden is overlooked by at least four houses.”
“Good.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“We do it in the garden, or we go and ruin your wife’s evening.”
“The garden it is.” He walked down the passageway and into the kitchen. He then unlocked the back door and stepped outside into the pouring rain.
Suzanna stepped past him, and across the patio. Huge raindrops were bouncing off the paving slabs. Nigel stood there, naked, looking at her, clearly contemplating what he should do next.
All his uncertainty evaporated when Suzanna walked onto the lawn, lay down on her back and pushed her knees in the air with her feet apart.
He savored the view for a moment.
Finally, he knelt down and lifted up her skirt. The heavy rain hitting her thighs and pussy, and Nigel’s eyes drilling her slit, was all the foreplay Suzanna needed. It felt incredibly naughty, and wonderfully liberating. He pushed his stiff cock into her.
“Hard,” she said. “I’m here to be fucked, so fuck me.”
He pulled back and banged in hard. The force of it made her bare bum, and covered back, slide across the wet grass. He did not stay with her. His cock slipped out of her wet cunt.
“Sorry.” Nigel shuffled forward on his knees to penetrate her again.
“Don’t be sorry. Do it again. I want you to fuck me right down to the other end of the lawn.”
He lifted his head to assess the distance he was being asked to take her. “OK, here goes.”
He took a deep breath and rammed into her. This time he stayed with her as she slid along on her back. Although she knew her dress was being ruined and her arse was getting filthy, Suzanna was loving it. A dirty fuck was exactly what she wanted.
Nigel thrust harder. They moved almost a foot. He pounded her again, and again, and again. They soon found a rhythm, jerking their way across the lawn with the heavy rain beating down on their bodies. Suzanna’s long hair frequently got caught under her shoulders. It hurt as she yanked her head sideways to free it. The little bit of pain felt good, almost as good as the cock ramming into her cunt.
They had fucked their way halfway down the lawn when the tension started to build. Their breathing grew heavy. Little grunts started to leave Suzanna’s mouth. Another heavy thrust pushed her along. And then another. An orgasm surged up through her body.
Nigel stared at her through gritted teeth and banged into her again.
“Oh, fucking hell,” groaned Suzanna, bucking underneath him. Her cunt spasmed around his cock. One jet of spunk gushed out of it, and then another. A couple of aftershocks rippled through her lower body. Two final thrusts, and their first fuck was over.
Nigel looked down at Suzanna and smiled.
She smiled back and asked, “How far did we get?”
“Another ten yards and you would have been in the rose bed.” He rolled off her and lay on his back.
As Suzanna lifted up her knees, her heels sank into the soft turf. She did nothing to stop them doing so. Repairing his treasured lawn was the price Nigel would pay for having her. She turned her head to take a proper look at his naked body, and watched his chest heaving for air as raindrops ricocheted off his skin.
“Did you and Rob plan this?” she asked.
“No. It just happened.”
“So I’m not obliged to stay the night?”
“No.” He turned to look at her. “But I thought you might.”
“No. Take me back home and show Rob what a mess you’ve made of his wife.”
Suzanna deliberately left her panties behind. The thought of them still being on the coat hook when Nigel and Felicity returned home, amused her.
Just before climbing into Nigel’s car, she took her dress and bra off.
“What are you doing?” asked Nigel.
“I thought we might stop halfway. And just so you know, I want to show you and Felicity my bed later. You’ll like it.”
PLAYING CHICKEN
Ralph Greco Jr
“Baby, I know you want to see me naked, you know I know you want to see me naked, but you’re not going to see me naked unless you make that bigger.”
I looked over my shoulder, rubbing my hands across my fleshy round buns as Billy furiously pulled his purpling cock, huffing through those pursed lips I love so much.
He couldn’t have been cuter, my suffering little stud.
“So, so long you’ve wanted this,” I continued to taunt, arching my back even more, “so, so many days suffering, wondering.”
“Shhhh, shhhhaaaa.” Billy tried pumping into his fist harder. “Shana, please, pa-pa-pa . . .”
“Shhh, baby, shhh,” I cooed, rubbing between the crack of my ass, d
own just under and slightly between my legs then up round my fleshy cheeks again. Smoothing the tights across my perfectly rounded backside, I had Billy then as I always had him: enraptured by my corn-fed kadunk-a-dunk. I might have reminded him that this was what he wanted after all, but I’m not sure realizing the fact would have eased his suffering . . . and I really didn’t want to ease his suffering.
I was getting really turned on and most of that was due to the fact that Billy was suffering.
“Just keep stroking, keep going. If it gets big enough I will reward you, I promise.”
“Sha-sha-sha . . .” Billy cried, pulled, bouncing on the cold metal chair where I had placed him.
It had been a terrifically teasing three months of terrible trepidation for my sweet boyfriend. Having just transferred to the North New Jersey college for the fall/winter semester, the minute I lit my baby blues on my dare-I-say pretty guy that day in the café, saw his jaw drop as I passed him and his leg start to shake, I knew Billy was the type of guy who liked bubble-butted voluptuous blonde-haired country girls and that I could probably do what I wanted with him. It’s not so much that I like bending guys to my will (OK, it is a little bit that) but more that when I see a guy react to my curves – “hips and tits” as my mother titles my lethal combination – and the guy is as cute as Billy is then it’s “game on” as far as I’m concerned. The thing with me though is I have always been more interested in masturbating over the thought of how much I drive a guy to distraction by denying him or making him beg than I ever can be in actually fucking him. In fact, I knew when I eventually gave in to Billy (as was my plan as he sat behind me trying to get bigger) I’d tire of him, as I always did with my men . . . which had led to quite the rumor about me back home and that was another reason I had come up here with my parents’ blessing (’specially my mom who had blazed just this kind of path during her college years).
“Please, Shana, please, let me finally see . . .” Billy wailed.
Did I pity Billy or truly care for him? Even then, as he sat under me and made his considerably big cock even bigger and I massaged my butt cheeks, I didn’t really know. It wouldn’t much matter after we fucked this night, I knew, but still Billy had been the first guy from up north I had teased with my particular charms and I felt slightly bad having to put him through the training. But this was the way it was with me and I knew I wasn’t going to change my MO anytime soon.
“Shhh, just keep stroking, Billy, keep stroking,” I said, as I fingered the side of my tights and pulled the springy material away from my hips so my man could spy my fleshy white skin popping forth. “Make it bigger, bigger.”
Unbeknownst to the guy, no matter how large his already rather impressive cock got I was planning on pulling down my pants and baring my ass this night, actually getting all the way naked and letting Billy finally have me. For the most part I had to assume Billy knew this, but that slight niggling doubt I realized still remained. What I saw in his little brown eyes made me wetter still.
I hooked my thumbs between my hips and my tights and began to peel them down, to just under the dent where my lower back and the top of my ass meet.
Through the long cold winter of my Billy’s discontent he had had to endure dates with me where I had constantly brushed off or past his meanings – as well as advances – while still flashing him a coy smile and a roll of my hips. It takes a lot of skill to keep a man tethered, certainly one as popular and good-looking as Billy but Southern wiles go a long way, especially with Yankee boys. Between placing my manicured-nailed fingers to Billy’s lips and cooing, “Soon, soon, soon,” or clutching up real close so my squeezed ample cleavage magnetized his stare, I had kept this twenty-year-old right where I wanted him. So this last week when I had snuggled up close to my man in the café, placed a hand in his lap and whispered, “Your torment ends this weekend, if you are man enough,” what choice did Billy have but to follow?
Both thrilled by how I could get a man to snap to my bidding and losing respect for the guy when he does so, if push came to shove I’d have to give credit to Billy as he had endured quite a bit of me literally shaking it in his face but never letting him even so much as touch me. Maybe the fact that my boyfriend was more or less the rock star of his group of friends and that I caught more than one girl staring at any one time had made me really elongate the entire usual training process I put my men through.
Whatever my reasons, the result was always the same, and the result made me wet as hell.
“Mmmm, mmmm, little bit more, you can get it bigger,” I said not knowing truly if Billy could, this being the very first time I had seen his dick.
I gave Billy another millimeter of my pants coming down, finally flashing crack.
The alabaster flesh of each of my cheeks was really beginning to be pushed up and over my tights as I revealed just a smidgen of my high fleshy orbs. As always, I grew deeply squishy between my thighs revealing myself slowly like this. I guess deep down I was truly an exhibitionist, more than I really was a “wanton young hussy” as Mema had warned my mother I might grow up to be if I followed in the family tradition of the females on my mom’s side of the tree. Mema was my mom’s ex-husband’s mother, not a big fan of my sexy mom or the ways she was raising my brother and I, which of course led to the divorce.
“Looks like it’s getting bigger,” I said as Billy bounced.
It really did. I so wanted to feel that nice hard cock up my pussy right then. Though I knew I could never reveal that fact to Billy.
“Shana, please, please.”
“A little more I want pre-co— ah yes, there we go, there we go,” I said spying the sticky dew staining the very tip of Billy’s suffering pink head, “I think the time has come.”
I smiled wide, faced forward and popped my ass back to Billy one last time. Spreading my thumbs in and round the back of my waistband as far as I could, I grabbed my tights and ripped them down over the round shelf of my full wide rump. I didn’t see him do so, but I sensed my boyfriend actually stop stroking for a second as I mooned him a complete view of my naked ass – I hadn’t worn a thong or panties. I wiggled, angled and shucked my hips so Billy got the final long full reveal as I high-stepped out of my tights.
“Get a good look, it’s what you’ve wanted the whole semester,” I announced, bending so Billy could also see my glistening little chestnut pussy lips from behind.
Criss-crossing my arms I lifted off my shirt, still without turning, then reached back to unsnap my bra and let it and my heavy tits fall. There was a tight ticking silence there in my dorm room as I then reached back and spread my crack as wide as I could, presenting all of my silky self to what I hoped was my boyfriend’s aching stare. I was hoping Billy would simply get up off the chair, slap a condom on and fuck me right in this position or at the very least kneel, throw his head back and . . .
I felt Billy’s cool tongue swipe from under me, about midway between my pussy lips up through my wet crack and spread cheeks. Figuring my man was either at the very edge of the chair or was now kneeling behind me, I cupped each C-cup heavy in hand and turned to let him continue eating me . . . we’d get to the fucking soon enough, I knew.
Billy was standing, slipping his pants up over his thick and bouncing red hard-on.
“What da fu—?”
“Baby, baby baby,” he cooed, standing fully as I turned to him, “that was magnificent, the best tease I’ve ever had . . . and one of the best asses I’ve ever seen, licked. I knew it would look as good naked as I dreamed.”
I rocked back on my heels, facing my man then as bare as I could ever be . . . something I hadn’t planned to do for a few minutes at least. Billy hadn’t even bothered to dip his chin to spy my heavy breasts or even tried to give my cuter-than-cute little puss a passing glance.
And I had shaved it so nice and perky.
“Really all these months, it was so worth it,” he said, kissed me and reached his hand round my right hip to give my ample right ass cheek
a hard squeeze.
Billy then spun from me and left my dorm room. In my puddle of pussy juice and confusion, I actually padded out after him into the main room of the suite I shared with Brandy and Nikki. Luckily neither of my roommates was home that night; I really wouldn’t have minded them seeing my bare ass or pussy, but me waddling after Billy was embarrassing to say the least.
“You’re not fucking leaving now!” I said catching my guy between the door jamb. Holding on to Billy’s thick right bicep, I pulled him back to look at me.
“Yeah, why not?” he said, not even a hint of hesitation or misunderstanding in his big eyes.
I managed to get him back in my room, slammed the door shut and threw him against the wall between the end of my bed and computer desk.
“You better so be kidding,” I said wiggling up into the guy.
“Shana, Shana,” he said as I got up on tiptoes and tried to put my tongue in his mouth.
“How ’bout this,” I said, spinning out if his grasp and shoving my ass high in Billy’s face. I bent low – grabbing my ankles actually – and spread my legs.
“Like I said, it’s magnificent,” Bill said and gave my right cheek another pinch, “well worth your months of teasing, but . . .”
“But,” I growled turning to my man, “what but? There should be only one butt, and here it is,” I said and smacked my ass hard.
“Ah, can’t handle a little tease yourself?” my man said and sat back down on the bed with the widest smile.
Shit.
First Billy made like he was up and leaving, fucking with my head and making my pussy heat but good, now he was lying there letting me know in no uncertain terms that he was simply playing with me? And what was worse – or better depending on how much I’d admit to myself that this turned me on – was I didn’t know if Billy might at any second still leave! For the very first time in my life, a man had the upper hand with me. I was suddenly on edge and uncertain, not a feeling I liked all that much.
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