The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation
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The Pleasure Contracts
Contract #1: Temptation
A Story of Shared Sexual Satisfaction
By Medium McClusky
Published by Harem Dreams Publishing
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Episode #12: Making Two MILFs in a Movie Theater
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The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Return
Chapter 2: Meeting
Chapter 3: Seduction
Chapter 4: Desire
Chapter 5: Her Mouth
Chapter 6: Consummation
Chapter 7: Lust
Chapter 8: The Contract
Chapter 9: Negotiation
Chapter 10: Divided
Chapter 11: Dates
Chapter 12: Grounded
Chapter 13: Both
Chapter 14: Shattered
Chapter 15: Christmas
Chapter 16: Her Contract
Chapter 17: Her Ass
Chapter 18: Used
Chapter 19: Agreement
THE END
The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation
Chapter 1: The Return
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Rory walked up to her house. He carried a brief case. He felt like a door to door salesman except he wasn’t going to knock or ring the doorbell. He didn’t. The door was open. She must have heard him because by the time he set the briefcase on the table, she appeared at her bedroom door. She wore only a colorful robe, pulled tight across her breasts. Her blonde hair had waves, almost-curls that no longer touched her shoulders.
She stared at him. Her blue eyes twinkled with a sober excitement.
Very slowly, she released her hands, the only things holding the light robe together. He loosened, sagged and the parted. The crest of each prominent breast caught its lapel, holding and clinging to it as though they had a shyness all their own, a shyness her hands no longer felt and her heart did not cherish. Her hands hovered before her breasts for a moment then very slowly she lowered them to her sides. The motion did not disturb the lapels of her robe at first but the, like the last few leaves fluttering off an autumn tree, they slipped sideways and off her breasts. They parted, like the curtain of a play, exposing the stage and its settings, which in her case were her pale breasts tipped with pretty pink nipples.
Rory stared at them, first one then the other. His mouth watered and he felt embarrassed. Her nipples seemed to ghost along the flat part of his tongue. He remembered her. The last time he took her, he was leaving for college again. He returned, the first time since January. Spring had come and summer was gestating, near to arriving.
“Where have you been?” She asked. Her voice quavered.
He lay the briefcase down on the table. “I....” Suddenly, he did not feel like discussing its contents.
He moved around the table, a tentative step at first. She held her breath. Swifter, he moved to her. When he grasped her waist, she flowed against him, her head tilted back. His lips touched hers and he felt at home once more. Her mouth was open. Her lips were warm and pliant, replete with her sweet taste and warm breath.
He lifted her, kissing her at the same time. His arm around her middle squeezed air from her lungs and she groaned. I dragged her backwards through the bedroom door. Onto the bed, onto her back, between her rich, parted legs. He lay on her, kissing her. Her breath turned ragged. Her knees drew up beside him. He felt her hips pressing up at him. Her hands remained on his shoulders, holding to him.
I got awkwardly to his knees, unbuckled his trousers and shucked them down his thighs. His underwear caught on his stiff prick. He freed it and immediately one of her hands grasped it. With a slight tug, she directed him towards her molten center. He complied.
Moving over her, he felt her need emanating her, rising like heatwaves off a quartz sand desert. When the tip of his cock touched her, he felt like he had been shocked. Every nerve in his body let up. Had it been night, he was sure he would have lit the room like a giant firefly.
She gasped. Her hips rose and her pussy kissed his cock. He lowered hims
elf securely onto his elbows. Her hand grasped him firmly. He raised his hips, arching his back to create a strong thrust. Her hand guided his down stroke into her. Her body took him in, fairly slurping with wet anticipation as he penetrated her, piercing through the fabulous folds of her body. They clung to him, caressing his cock head and shaft as it passed by, teasing him with blinding pleasure.
She was familiar. Her body bucked once.
“Oh Rory. It has been so long. I, god, I missed you so much!” Her voice squeezed out of her as he settled between her open legs. He felt her thighs tighten on him. Her lower legs twisted around him, tying them together in a tight love knot. He lifted his head and kissed her, leaving his weight balanced on her pelvic bone. She ground up at him, her body boiling with lust. He felt her need like a demand welded to her surrender. Her hips began to move.
The new friction tortured her breathing, making her pant against his lips. “Oh so long.” She hissed around the kiss.
Temporal or physical, he could not determine what she referred to. Perhaps it was an elegant duality, both true and both exactly her meaning. Though he lay still, her hips moved. She ground up and down at him, rubbing his cock inside of her. She panted with the pleasure that motion gave her.
He felt the pleasure as well. His body responded. He felt the ecstasy well up in him, like a rising flood, volcanic, boiling and insistent. He closed his eyes. He moved to his elbows and then lay full on her. His trousers around his thighs restricted his movement somewhat. Carefully, he moved his hands down to her ass, clasping the plush fullness of each cheek in his hands.
She began to tremble. He squeezed her ass tightly. She groaned and her body bucked under him. He resisted her motion, keeping her clasped against him, his cock buried deeply inside of her body. Her body writhed around his cock, not trying to expel it or fighting its presence. He felt her savoring the penetration, his weight, the helplessness of being pinned to the bed. Her arms stretched out over her head, surrendering her body to his ministrations. She sighed.
He lifted his hips up and returned his cock into her, rooting it back into her depths. She groaned, a little laughter eking out with the sound.
“I am hopeless.” She whispered. “You have had them all now and yet, when you come back to me, I am thrilled to have you between my legs once more. You had them all. I feel it. You are a confident lover. That need, that fear, that tentative uncertainty is gone. Even when you left for college, you still seemed to be waiting for me to tell you what to do. God, Rory, the contracts have changed you. I feel it and...god, I can barely contain my excitement. I want this. I have been waiting for you to appear. Your mother called and told me you’d be here today. That was three days ago. She, she seems content that you come to me. She seems to approve of us, of you in me like this. She knows we couple, that you take me when you come here. She seems happy that...I don’t know.”
“Shh.” Rory hissed, lifting his head and kissing her forehead, then each eyebrow. Her eyes closed and he kissed each eyelid very carefully. He felt them moving. She held very still under him. Then her legs tightened. He lifted his head trying to focus on her open eyes.
“Fuck me, Rory.” She whispered. “I, I am so helpless. I don’t care if you had them all just so you take me. I want it. I, I know this is, may seem like a change but, but I know, I know I want it now. You have my contract. I want you to keep it. I do. I know it. And I don’t care if you have two other women or twenty. If you fuck them right beside me or tell me how much you love them, just so you fuck me too. I want you to own me.”
He kissed her. “I have your contract.” He whispered.
She sighed. “Yes. I know.”
He lifted his hips and plunged back into her rich suppleness. Her body accommodated him like a conquering hero, with far greater acceptance than a mere ticker tape parade. He felt her body pulsing around him, her inner muscles massaged his cock. I lay down on her, feeling her breasts between them pressed against his shirt. He wished he had unbuttoned it first. Now it was too late.
The first tingling that heralded his orgasm fluttered through him, like flamingos rising from the wetlands. He felt light, as if his body were suspended and Dorothy Hannah were coating him like a thick, luxurious fog. She seeped around him, like the finest mud enveloping him and clasping him, containing him completely.
He moved his hands back to her ass, gripped her hard and rolled into a steady rhythm. She began to gasp as he pounded harder and harder down into her. His orgasm was pending and he wanted to crush her with it, to grind it into her so that she found her own ecstasy when his flowed over and out of him. He wanted to share his moment with her so she would share hers with him.
Rory pulled her against him and she sighed with pleasure. She moaned with need and he felt the first ripple run through her. Her breath caught and she convulsed against him, her whole body tensed. He pushed deep into her and then his climax lashed out at him, flashing around him as if a tiny storm roared around them, a private whirlwind that clasped them together. Dossy was shaking, her whole body jerked and jerked and jerked as her orgasm extended from moment to moment, giving her not reprieve. She quaked and quivered till finally she had to breathe. She inhaled as though arriving from deep water.
The tension shifted. She groaned and then her whole being clung to him. Her outstretched arms wrapped around him like sensuous tendrils, trying to meld them together and stop time so this moment of ecstasy would extend forever into their mutual future.
Rory’s orgasm erupted. His hands clamped onto her ass and he thrust down into her syrupy depths. He felt her sigh and shiver as he pumped into her. She lay under him, clinging to him, pulsing with him, pulling as his shoulders with her arms and at his ass with her legs, her pussy sucked cum from him as if she were consuming it for her very life. He grunted with tremendous pleasure at feeling both her need and her satisfaction as having that need met. He pumped hard into her and she met each thrust with equal motion.
When his orgasm finally ran its course, he felt his body lose all its tension and he wilted. Dossy released him. She kissed the side of his neck. She shivered.
“So good.” She whispered.
He released her fabulous ass and raised up over her. She lay gazing up at him, her eyes liquid with the dew of their shared pleasure.
“I have them.” He said. “Got them. I got them all.”
She did not respond, she lay under him, but she did release her legs from around his hips. She relaxed under him.
“I got them all. The Pleasure Contracts.” He said.
Chapter 2: Meeting
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Rory McQune was seventeen when Ben David Hannah died. Mr. Hannah died in a one-car accident. The McQune’s lived five blocks from the high school and the Hannah house was on the way. Rory walked to and from school right past the Hannah house, a fine, old two story house with a garage, a basement and the wraparound porch. It was January 3 when he first saw the black bunting over the door and the black curtain on the window; a long gone tradition of dressing the house when death arrived. His mother explained it to him when he asked. It seemed quaint and strange at the same time. For three months he only saw the black bunting over the door and the closed curtains of the big picture window. When it disappeared, the curtains of the picture window were pulled open showing once more the mahogany dining table.
The next afternoon, Rory noticed the woman sitting at the table staring out at the world he walked through. Mrs. Hannah had blond hair, curls of pure gold. For days, he would see her at the table, sipping coffee in the morning or with a quilting kit in her lap in the afternoon. Then one day her eyes pulled from the vast distance into which she had been staring since the black curtain vanished and Rory felt those blue eyes fix on him. He saw the horrible sadness in them, the shattered life in them bereft in a way he knew he could not understand. Not knowing what to do, he raised a hand in a weak gesture of greeting. Mrs. Hannah clinched her eyes closed and turned her head
away.
Rory hurried on, feeling sick. The next afternoon he hurried past the lonely figure sitting at the table with only a furtive glance. For several days he did not look her direction but finally he did and she was watching him. She raised her hand, mimicking his earlier gesture. Despite himself, Rory stopped walking then feeling the oddness of it, he waved back and hurried past her house. The next day he waved as he went past. He asked his mother about the house and she told him the Hannah’s were longtime residents but they kept to themselves. Mrs. Hannah, she said, sold quilts in the McDonnel Hotel downtown which were coveted.
“They are shy people,” his mother had said, amending it, “They were, before Ben David died. He traveled, I think.”
Rory accepted the information which influenced him the next afternoon when he saw Mrs. Hannah standing on the wrap-around porch, seemingly waiting for him. The house was old but had been updated, blending the modern touches with the pre-WWII structure. A garage had been added to the front and the porch ran along the side of it connecting to the front portion forming the front of the house. He stopped and looked at the woman. She raised a hand but instead of waving, she gestured to him to come up towards her.
Rory walked up the short drive, stopping a dozen paces from where she stood on the porch, one hand holding to the corner post. Mrs. Hannah’s blond curls fell about her shoulders framing her clear face. She appeared slight but in reality had a slim waist with pleasing broad hips which Rory noticed because they were at a height with his eyes.