BOMAW 10-12

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Oooh, Shawn ... aih ... oh yeah ... ooooh s-s-s-s yeah." Sylvia panted, she wanted him and let him know it by grinding against his hand as he kissed along her neck, pulling the top away from her shoulders with his teeth. She pulled the strings of his trousers and reached in, pulling the heavy, thick, heated phallus free, her hand filled with the silky soft skin covering a mighty hardness that pulsed. She massaged his length, up and down adoringly, now he was solid and hard as her hand went down to cup his heavy testicles.

  "God Shawn, I still can't get over ... how big you are, how good you feel. I like playing with you ... playing with it." She confessed passionately.

  "Play all you want ... oh baby, yeah do that. Play on, play on." He moaned, blowing from rounded lips, totally turned on by her, next instructing, "Get up here, right up here ... spread for me, let me get a lil'taste." He panted, so fully aroused Sylvia felt dizzy from his passion, inflaming her own, but she didn't want that, she wanted him inside of her.

  "No no, not that ... I want you ... in me ... I want ... all of you ... in me, deep inside o'me."

  "Aaah baby, you know I would if ... I can't baby ... nooo, not that deep, just a bit." He cautioned, his mouth kissing and tasting at hers. No matter how aroused, he would not take chances with his unborn child.

  "I'll be okay Shawn, I will ... I really want you, all of you." She pleaded, sitting in position with her thighs spread, reaching for the protruding length of him, using it to pull him to her.

  Shawn knew what she needed, but until she passed her fifth month, or later even, he was being careful. It was bad enough that they seemed to be making love all the time. Sylvia, for some reason, while pregnant, was needing him, wanting him to make love to her more and more; and that, he didn't mind one bit, only thing, his unborn son. Caution, no matter what. He moved into position, his hips gyrating to let his engorged head rub against her throbbing, seeking heat. She threw her head back shaking it, "Ooooh you feel ... you feel so good ... you make me feel so good, please Shawn, push it in me."

  With grinding teeth, his heart pounding with his own need, he pressed forward, the large, dull head penetrating her swollen flesh, Sylvia cried out, whimpering from the torture of it. "Oh shit ... that feels so good ... more Shawn, more..."

  Grinding slow, holding his length back at the base, while his other hand caressed and rubbed her nubbin with his moistened fingers, he slowly pumped more into her. Sylvia spread herself wider for him, delirious, on fire with what he made her feel. Hands braced on the bench, she lifted her rear just enough to move her crotch, her opening onto his thick length, pushing her nether lips onto him as if a mouth sucking in more.

  Shawn clenched his teeth, the pleasure was incredible. "You are so fuckin' hot! You know that, s-s-s-s ohhh yeah."

  Sylvia wanted to scream already, the combination of his words, his knowing touch, his throbbing penis, her pulsing, swollen heat tightly squeezing and sucking at him, made her feel on fire as she jerked and flinched, extra sensitive to his touching her clitoris. He was going to make her come and soon. She realized that he did it on purpose to keep from dragging it out so they wouldn't be at it for too long now. For once, Sylvia wanted it to go on and on, she was in the mood to screw this man for an hour if he'd let her.

  "Shawn, no ... I don't wanna ... I don't wanna come yet."

  He chuckled, "Look at you, you're on fire ... aren't you baby ... huh, you on fire ... burning for me aren't you?"

  "Oooh yeah, yes ... " She groaned and surprising him, she lowered her rear back to the bench, and started removing her house coat, then reached for the hen of her gown and snatched it off over her head, perched as she was now, completely naked for him.

  "Holy fuckin' hell! Look at you! Look at my fuckin' wife! Shit Sylvia ... baby, you makin' me wanna fuck you hard." He ground out through clenched teeth.

  "I need you to, I need you to Shawn!"

  "I can't ... I ..." He pulled out of her.

  "No Shawn!"

  "That's okay, trust me, lay back baby, lay this way ... let me love you a little bit."

  Sylvia laid on the smooth bench and thought she would explode into a million pieces of quivering pleasure when her husband leaned down and gently sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue sharpened, hardening the tip to play over the stiffened point. "Emm mmmm ... Shawn ... baby, oh shit." She mewed wanting to cry, her body was a mass of quivering nerve endings. "You like that? Feels good." He asked, watching her. She nodded her head, which was tossing as her lower end started moving and lifting for his touch. He chuckled, "Let me see what I can, do about that ... I'll just long stroke you ... nice and slow ... rub it for you, how about that huh ... you want that baby?" He asked, giving his hips a bit of a shake, his trousers dropped to his ankles, one foot stepped out, the other one kicked them aside, to stand gloriously naked.

  "Yes please ... yes please ... oh yeah ... please Shawn ... please...." She bit into her bottom lip, spreading her thighs wide as his masterful fingers caressed her pink folds, spreading them to work his middle fingers deeper. "Oh yeah! Shawn... yeah!" She cried out, then reached down to touch him again. "Come here Shawn, bring it up here baby." She pleaded.

  He gulped knowing what she wanted, she was so turned on, she was willing to taste him. He was so turned on, he was gonna let her and stepped up on the lower bench to bring his huge erection in reach of her mouth.

  She did not disappoint, turning her head, her face to him, to it, she opened wide and had to, and pulled him closer by his nuts, taking him into her mouth to suck and lave him.

  Shawn threw his head back, "Fuckin' hell! What the fuck?! Oh yeah... s-s-s-s yeah ... that's it. Baby what's gotten into you? Huh? What the fuck is going on ... shit shit shit shit shit!" He cried out, as she worked her tongue and mouth on him so he stood shaking his head trying to think of everything else but the pleasure coursing through his body.

  She pleasured him the way she had always dreamed of doing.

  His hands were busy at her breasts and down below, rubbing her in a way that if he weren't careful, she would climax. When she felt she was about to again, she came away from him, "NO Shawn! I wanna come with you in me."

  "Anything you want baby ... just tell me what you want."

  "I want you inside of me ... please."

  Shawn was only too willing to accommodate.

  He turned sideways on the smooth wood bench, partially straddling it to get in position so he could grab both of her legs by the back of her knees, lifting them up high, pushing them up out of the way so he could get himself lined up to re-enter her. The moment Sylvia felt his thick, swollen head there, she shivered all over crying out from the torturous pleasure. He started giving her long, careful, strokes as he touched her, caressing her gleaming body. He filled her, stretched her, made her crazy the way God must have intended because she whimpered as if going to cry, "It feels so good Shawn! That - feels - so - good!"

  "Damn right it does, damn right." He grounded out, his teeth bared fighting back that powerful surge of force that was going to make him shout. 'Not yet, not yet.' He kept telling himself as that certain groove started taking over him. His hips rolling one way, then the other. His head rolled back, eyes squeezed closed he fought so hard to keep it at bay, but his body, his hips, the clench and unclenching of his butt muscles, all of it was pushing him, taking control from him so that sometimes he went more than half way inside of her, a few times, all the way making Sylvia cry out, even so she didn't care about the discomfort, about the pain; but he did, the moment he made her cry out, he forced himself, with grinding teeth, forced himself to back-off, to be careful, to slow it down, which only stimulated them even more.

  Slow was good.

  Every single thing there to feel, could be felt when it goes, slow.

  "Goddamn you Sylvia ... goddamn you, you know how fuckin' good this feels? Ah shit baby... oh my god!" He cried out.

  Both were in total sexual oblivion, head to foot pleasure that reached to the tips of the
ir toes, making them tingle and writhe as their bodies mated in a rhythm as old as time. Shawn brought her legs to lay over one shoulder as he pumped with measured thrusts, reaching forward, his palms cupped her breasts, rubbing them, cupping them, squeezing as well teasing her nipples with the pad of his thumb.

  "Shawn! I - I wanna come now - I'm gonna - come. I can't ... I can't hold back ... I can't hold back no more ... Shawn!" She groaned, whimpering because her height of sensitivity was rising out of her control, a surge of tingles were spiraling to the core, he was bringing her to that place where any moment now, she was going to crest, then explode, losing every bit of control she had and then in the fall, scream all the way down.

  "Shawn!"

  "Come on, just a little bit longer ... let me come with you ..." He growled, sweating, his entire body honed and heading for that vinegar stroke that once he was in it, there was no letting go. "Ah Sylvia ... baby ... ah hell... I swear ... you have got ... the best ... fuckin' pussy - on the fuckin' planet - holy shit ... ah baby ... now ... right - fuckin' - NOW!" He grunted and erupted, pumping his semen into her as he added just enough pressure to her clitoris to make her come, she screamed. There was no way to hold it back. They were both out of control with it. A total catapulted orgasm, launching them, hurling them through the heavens and all they could do was shout on the trip through it. It took a few moments for their bodies to stop quaking, for Sylvia to quiet her cries, the tremors wouldn't stop, she whimpered as if begging the force to let her go. It seemed forever before the tremors ceased, allowing them to come back to earth. Shawn, breathing hard, weak, backed away, stepped down with knees that wanted to buckle, turned and settled, still shaking, on the bench below Sylvia. He stretched out exhausted, blowing and trying to calm his pounding heart.

  Suddenly he heard his wife laughing at him, he wiped the sweat from his brow, turned and looked up at her.

  "What's so funny?" He breathed.

  She was laying on her side, giggling at him, "I wear you out ol'man?"

  "Wear me out hell! I'm the one who did all the goddamn work, hell! Women have it made, just lay there and enjoy the ride." He blew down his chest and stomach, cooling himself off with the sheen of sweat covering his body.

  "Hey, I'm not the one who designed us. Obviously he who has the rod, must do the - the -..."

  "The pumpin' baby! The thrustin'! The humpin'! Poundin'; rammin'; hammerin' and slammin'! Damn right - the man! That's me baby! Right here, laying pipe, morning, noon and night! That's right baby, that's right! Who the man?" He bragged laughing, slipping into Jesse's very own words, mood and manner once more, making Sylvia crack up as well, laughing so at him, her legs kicked into the air.

  "I said, who's the man?" He asked again.

  "You the man baby ... that's all you!" She readily agreed and suddenly broke out in song, "And ain't no-body, love me bet-ter ... makes me hap-py ... makes me feel this wa-a-ay, ain't nobody, love me better than yo-o-o-o-o-ou; 'cause first you put your ar-r-rms around me - and - then - you put - your charms around me ..."

  "AI-I-I-OOOOOOOO!" Shawn leaned back and howled like a wolf as loud as he could kicking is legs off the floor, head bobbing.

  Surprising Sylvia, she laughed and sang on, "...I cant resist this sweet sur-r-r-render ... all my nights so warm and ten-der ... we stare into each others e-y-y-yes..."

  "What we see baby..." He asked turning to look at her.

  "And what we see is no sur- prise ... got a feeling most would treasure ... and a love so deep we cannot mea-s-u-u-ure..." She waved her arms in the air singing, "... ain't no body..." her voice so incredible he stood up snapping his fingers and, "WEO-O-O-O!" He shouted feeling good; making Sylvia roll and laugh deep from the gut, watching him, tears streamed from her eyes as they kept up more post coital, joyful racket.

  "You hear dat shit man?! You hear dat? See!? Who howlin'?! Early in the damnmorning! She had the nerve to be embarrassed last time; you was there! That's yo'daddy, out there - howling - like he done lost his mind. It's in the mornin'? What time is it? That don't make no sense! Now what kind of shit is dat? See what we go through? See what we gotta endure? I swear, don't make - no sense - at all! People tryin' t'sleep. Don't nobody wanna here that early in mornin'!" Mundo mumbled from his bed, turning over, punching his pillow. "It don't make no sense, they too old t'be actin' like that!"

  Benjamin couldn't believe his ears, and lay with his mouth open, laughing, smiling in disbelief.

  Just so happened, that their room, was right over the exercise room by the pool. Benjamin rolled to his stomach laughing, trying to hold his hand to his mouth to keep it in. He couldn't believe it when -it, they- woke him up. He'd looked up to see Mundo staring at him from across the room, all bleary eyed, then shook his head. "That right there, why she pregnant now! Gone be again, messing wit' him! I swear, they ain't suppose to be carryin' like that is they? Ain't they too old for that mess?!" He'd grumbled before trying to find a comfortable position to get back to sleep.

  "Are they always like that?" He whispered.

  "What you whispering for man? They done woke up the whole block!" Mundo leaned up in his bed to look over at Darren in his crib and then at Isaac in his bed. Both were sound asleep. He plopped back down into his pillows mumbling, "Can't believe they slept through it." Mundo stated, speaking of the boys. Benjamin leaned up to look at them, sure enough, out cold. "They're sleeping away, good thing too."

  "I know right? Tell you this right now, gettin' me some earplugs - to-day!"

  "Know what, I think it's great. They really love each other huh? I mean, really in love. The kind that lasts and lasts. Yeah, I think its cool."

  "I think its cool too, they just don't need to be makin' all that goddamn noise!" Mundo fussed from his pillows.

  "Hey, let me ask you something, you really a virgin? For real?" Benjamin asked.

  Mundo leaned up to look pass his pillow at him, "If you must know, yeah."

  "Ah, so you don't know then, what it's like. Trust me, it can make you feel like that sometimes. And you're how old?"

  "Eighteen."

  "And you've never wanted to ... you know?" He asked, curious, they were both speaking low not to wake the boys.

  "Yeah, of course I've wanted to. Just never met a girl that I could put myself in that position for yet."

  "So you're serious about saving yourself?"

  "Hell naw, that's just talking shit. I figure on gettin' some fo' our ass leave L.A." He chortled, "das' serious business there boy."

  Benjamin chuckled looking at him, "You got rubbers?"

  "I know where to get some."

  "I have plenty, no worries. You need a few, just ask, in fact, load your wallet so you're ready."

  Mundo started grinning peeping over his pillow at Benjamin, "Thanks man, when was your first time?"

  "Sixteen. I sucked at it. Plus I was in a hurry, worried about getting caught. So my first was a quick in and out ... literally." He grinned.

  "Caught by who?" Mundo laughed.

  "Her parents." Ben confessed smiling.

  "The girl you did parents?"

  "Yep."

  "You was at her crib?"

  "Yep."

  "Where? In her bedroom."

  "You got it. She snuck me up there."

  "Now that takes some nerve - I'd been scared."

  "Hey, if you want it bad enough, you do what you gotta do. Her bed was creaking so we had to move to the floor."

  "Was you wearing a condom?"

  "Sure was. I've had them since my fifteenth birthday. My dad got'em for me."

  "Jake?"

  "Yep. That's all he ever gives us guys for our birthdays and Christmas presents, condoms! As soon as we turned fifteen. Along with a bit of advice."

  "Oh I got to hear this, such as?"

  Ben started laughing trying to think of a few, there was so much.

  "Come on now man, don't be holding back. He promised me some tips one day a while ago, so much been going on, we ain't had
that talk yet, you know what I'm saying?" Mundo explained. "So like, hey, I'm all ears."

  "Okay, let's see, first thing ... always, always, always use a condom. My dad said that even then, you're talkin' risky business, so, not just one, but two. One all the down to the base, never stretch it, roll it on easy, handle with care and the other just over the head bunched below the crown."

  "Okay, got that ... I'd heard a bit of that anyway, but that nails it if Jake say so."

  "You better believe it. And, stay away from girls that have been around, and around, and around the block if possible. If you end up with one that has been, keep her hands away from your condom. My dad always said, "That's your dick, its up to you to take care of it!"

  "Oh shit, he say that?"

  "Yes, believe me, my dad doesn't bullshit when it comes to that. Also, don't kiss her in the mouth, go straight to her neck and get busy elsewhere, you know suck her tits or whatever-..."

  "Dai-amn!" Mundo started laughing into his pillow, trying to keep it down.

  "...-hey, that's serious business. Never kiss a girl in the mouth you're not serious about or don't know. Just stare her in the eyes, kiss her temple, blow in her ear, kiss her on the neck, nip her on the earlobe, and let the hands get to roaming, she'll be happy with that and will never know the difference, if you're feelin' her up, right."

  "Ah man! Okay, so just feel'er up, don't kiss in the mouth."

  "Exactly, because if she's been around, maybe sucked a few dicks, you don't want that, chances are, she may have picked up something. You wanna try to at least to stick with girls that are clean. But then you run the risk of a complicated relationship."

  "Ah shit, clean means trouble, just like the nasty."

  "True, but different problems."

  "So how you suppose to know they clean?" Mundo asked.

  "Okay, here goes, you're gonna have to do the sniff test."

  "The sniff - what? Sniff - wait a goddamn minute now, what I got to sniff?!" Mundo raised up to ask, making Ben snatch his pillow over his mouth to keep his laughter from roaring out from him. "Shhh ... don't make me laugh now, this is important, this is my dad's, Jake's technique of knowing what you're getting."