We went back downstairs and I served him spaghetti, heaping a giant portion on his plate until he finally stopped me. My father had some imported beer that I wasn’t fond of, but Anton didn’t seem to mind. I decided to stick with water. We sat down and started to eat, which really showcased the difference in the way we were raised. I swirled my fork against my spoon until the noodles were perfectly wrapped while he just tossed clumps of them into his mouth and slurped until the noodles disappeared. I cut my meatballs into fours while he put the whole thing in his mouth and chewed until he could swallow it. He even tossed a generous portion of spaghetti on his garlic bread and bit into it like it was some sort of half-sandwich. At least he didn’t hate my cooking. That was a plus, even if he did eat like a Neanderthal. When we were done eating, he was clearly stuffed and decided to drink another beer before he left the table.
“I could get used to this.” He stifled a burp.
“Maybe next time you can cook?” I raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Um.” He looked around the kitchen. “I don’t see a deep fryer or a barbecue grill in here, so I don’t think I’m going to get very far. I could burn something in a skillet, maybe.”
“Okay, I’ll handle the food.” I laughed and sipped my water. “Oh, I talked to your brother before I left school.”
“You did?” I could see Anton’s face tense up.
“Yeah, I think he’s ready to talk. He asked me to tell you that he wants you to come by on Sunday.” I smiled and nodded. “He knew you were at school today.”
“Fuck...” Anton’s eyebrows came together with concern. “He probably wants to tell me not to ever come back—hell, he might have the cops waiting for me when I get to his house.”
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head back and forth. “I think he really does want to talk.”
“I hope so...” He sighed as he contemplated the words. “I really do.”
“So...” I grinned and bit down on my lip. “What now?”
“I think I’m ready for dessert.” He finished his beer and reached out to take my hand.
Our lips were pressed together before we even got up the stairs and our clothes dotted the path we took to get there. He scooped me up once we were naked and carried me down the hallway in his arms. When we got to my bedroom he tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, his lips quickly finding mine again. I was wet before his cock even pressed against my pussy, just from the fire of his kiss. My legs spread further apart as he sank between my thighs and started to enter me. He had to pull back and push his cock into me several times before he was all the way in, but once he was, his lips started to kiss my neck while his hands moved across my body. I had been without him so long that I thought I was going to cum before he got much motion going. His dick teased my g-spot bouncing against it as he picked up momentum. My hands traced his abdominal muscles as they flexed with every thrust.
“This week has been torture.” He leaned over further and kissed my ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too—and I really missed this.” I moaned as he went deep again, pushing his cock against my g-spot.
I was in his arms where I belonged—beneath the the thunder of his hips where I wanted to be. He started to pick up the momentum, sending me into a world of bliss with his thrusts. My body was on fire from his touch and even when his cock wasn’t sending me into a spiral of pleasure, his lips were teasing my flesh and keeping the spark ignited. The pressure started to build inside me and I could tell that it wasn’t going to take long to orgasm. My body had been without him too long to stop it from accelerating towards the release it craved so bad. He leaned back onto his knees and squeezed my breasts while he continued to drive the entirety of his length into me. His cock pulsated with his lust, building into a frenzy as he hammered my pussy with the ferocity of his desires. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips and gripped them, holding them tightly in place as he made the bed shake with every thrust.
“This feels so good.” His words came out in a grunt that resonated from his throat.
“So good that I’m gonna cum!” My hands reached out and squeezed the bedspread as I felt my body starting to ignite with an orgasm.
My muscles tensed up and remained tight while he kept the steady thunder of thrusts moving my bed so much that the headboard was slamming into the wall and the picture frames were rattling on the wall. I stayed suspended in the moment of pleasure and bliss for almost a full minute before I felt my muscles start to relax. My body surged with excitement as my orgasm was released. It felt like a wave of pleasure rolling through my body while my pussy spasmed on his cock. I could feel him throbbing from the sensation, but he wasn’t as close as I was. He continued hammering himself into me while I erupted in the throes of my passion. When my body finally relaxed from the first orgasm I felt the fire start to ignite again. His cock was still steadily slamming into my g-spot, which made the second orgasm build even faster than the first. The added lubrication from my orgasm made his movements even faster, heightening the pleasure I was feeling while the pressure built inside of me.
“I’m gonna cum again!” I pulled a hand across my mouth and bit down.
“Let it out.” He pushed my hand away. “We’re the only ones here.”
“Oh god!” A scream lifted from my throat as the second orgasm began.
Hearing my scream seemed to make his excitement grow. His moans turned into grunts and then he was barely making any sound at all except for gasps of air rushing from deep within him. His muscles tightened up and I felt the surge of cum moving through his shaft. He roared with pleasure and then started to unload inside of me. It was like a volcanic eruption of lust filling me while my orgasm matched his fury. The bed shook even more as the scent of our lust filled the air. He slammed his cock in deep and continued ejaculating, releasing the last of his seed inside me before he finally started to relax. My muscles stopped spasming once his release was done and my orgasm was complete. I felt exhausted, barely able to move from the tingling that surged through my whole body. He sank down beside me in the bed and I forced an eye open to look over at him. There were beads of sweat formed on his brow and a few along the top of his chest. I moved closer and he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me tight against his chest.
“The best part of this,” I pressed my lips to his chest, “is that we can stay right here the entire night.”
“Good.” He nodded. “Because I’m not finished with you—this is just an intermission.”
Chapter 19: Anton
It was the best night without sleep in my entire life. We casually dozed between our bouts of passion when our bodies couldn’t function any longer, but as soon as we were recharged, I was inside of her again. Her pussy was always wet and willing, ready to devour my cock until our lust was spent. I couldn’t remember a time when I was happier. The world just seemed to fade away and all I cared about was the moment we were in and the moment right after it when I knew we would still be together. The sun finally peered into her window and I sat up on the edge of the bed. She was still sleeping, so I decided to let her rest for a little longer. I looked around the house and eventually made my way downstairs to fix a glass of water. I was dehydrated, exhausted, and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. I finished my first glass of water and walked back upstairs with it refilled. I climbed back into the indention my frame had left in her mattress. She snuggled closer and when her leg moved against mine, I felt my cock getting hard again.
“What time is it?” Bethany’s eyes opened and she yawned.
“Does it matter? It’s Saturday—you don’t have anywhere to go.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all week.” She smiled and I heard a light snore within seconds after she was snuggled close to my chest.
My cock would have to wait because she was clearly exhausted, so I just lay in the bliss of the moment with my thoughts racing through my he
ad. My life had been a tornado since I got out of prison and the center of it was Bethany. I needed her. I didn’t like that I had to lose my brother in the process, but I hoped time would heal the wounds like it had before. I felt like I had done worse things to him that sleeping with one of his students and still found forgiveness. I was a much different man—someone who would never hurt him the way I did in the past, not intentionally at least. I had made a real difference at Grantham University. I hoped he was able to see that. The lady from the school board certainly had, and he had to know it was because of me. The scales of wrong and right might have been shifted, but they ended up in a much better spot in the end. I hoped our meeting on Sunday would be positive.
“ARE YOU ASLEEP?” I heard a gentle whisper in my ear and then the words came a little louder. “Are you sleeping?”
“Hmm?” I opened an eyelid and saw Bethany’s smiling face nestled against my chest, staring up at me with her beautiful eyes flickering.
“Yeah, I did finally fall asleep.” I nodded slightly with my head still pressed to the pillow. “Are you ready to get up?”
“Not me, but you are.” She moved her head and I could see that morning wood was in full force. “How do you sleep through that?”
“It’s fairly normal.” I chuckled. “But no good woman would let her man get out of bed with something like that.”
“I guess I’ll just have to take care of it then.” She grinned and pressed her lips to my abdomen, moving them slowly towards my cock.
Bethany opened her mouth and let her tongue drag along the spots she kissed as she worked her way down my abdomen. She wrapped one of her soft hands around my cock and started to stroke it while her lips and tongue continued to leave a trail of saliva down my stomach. My cock started to engorge with even more lust once it felt the touch of her hand and instead of just being semi-erect, it hardened in her hand. She kept her hand wrapped around it, moving up and down the shaft while I moaned with excitement. Her lips finally reached the base of my cock and a gasp escaped my lips when she rolled her tongue along the bottom and lightly grazed my balls. It had been so long since I had a blowjob that I forgot how unbelievable the feeling of a woman’s tongue on my balls could be. She repeated the action with her tongue and I squeezed the bedspread with my hands as pleasure shot through my body and made my balls tingle with excitement. Her lips opened wider and her tongue started sliding up the bottom of my dick, from the base to the glans and another gasp rushed through my lips.
“I’ve never done this before, so if I do something wrong, let me know.” Her fingers teased my balls as she pulled her tongue away so she could speak.
“You’re doing everything right so far.” I shifted on the bed and let my legs spread further apart.
“Good.” She looked at me with a smile before turning her lips back to my cock.
Her tongue darted along the bottom of my shaft as she slid from the glans to the base several times. She continued caressing my balls while she gave me pleasure with her tongue and I felt my heart getting faster in my chest from the excitement of the moment. Her lips gently kissed the bottom of my cock as she slid back up my length and positioned herself above the glans. The crimson was stretched thin as she let her lips open wide and engulf the head of my cock. Her tongue moved against it while she started to work it into her mouth, coating it with saliva as it passed across her tongue slowly. Her jaw stretched wider as she tried to accommodate my girth. I had watched more than one woman struggle to fit my cock in their mouth, so I wasn’t surprised to see Bethany in the same predicament, especially if her mouth had never pleasured a man before. There was a lot of determination in her, the same spirit that I cared about so much, and it drove her to keep trying. Her jaw got stretched slowly as she slid the glans further in and after a couple of inches of the shaft were resting on her tongue, my eyes practically rolled back in my head from the intense feeling of pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that.” A moan rose up in my throat, accentuated by my building excitement, and it came out as a growl. “That feels amazing.”
Her head bobbed up and down on the inches she had managed to pull between her lips and the feeling swirled through me, making my balls tingle even more underneath the tease of her fingertips. Each time she descended, she pulled a little more skin past her lips and the speed picked up when it was coated with her saliva. I was already edging my way towards a release even though she hadn’t gotten my entire cock in her mouth yet. Her enthusiasm was so sexy that it was hard to look away, even when my eyes were fighting desperately to roll back in my head and cling to the moment until I exploded. I watched with a smile as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth and when I felt it hit the back of her throat, she moaned with excitement. The vibrations sent more pleasure through my body and she started taking my cock from the edge of her lips to the back of her throat in one swift motion. Every repetition of the glorious feeling made me gasp until my lips were hung open and practically hyperventilating. After a few dozen of those quick motions along my shaft, I felt her throat open more and she swallowed until every inch disappeared.
“Oh god!” I squeezed the bedspread again and my ass tightened as she held me deep inside her throat and started to swallow fast, which made my cock throb. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
She kept me in that moment of bliss for so long that I thought I was going to explode any second, but she pulled my cock out of her throat before the moment could come. She started moving from the tip to the base in rapid motions, swallowing my cock every time she descended down the shaft. Her fingers kept my balls stimulated and I could feel the pressure building up in them. It was begging for a release and I was so close I couldn’t move, my muscles tight across my whole body. My cock started to pulsate as it went deep in her throat again and I could feel the pre-cum oozing as the pressure was forced to release some of the tension while it prepared for the ultimate eruption. She moved her lips up and down the shaft several more times and the lust built to the point of no return. A roar escaped my throat as I felt the first splattering of cum on her tongue. She moaned like it was the best gift she had ever received before taking my eruption deep into her throat. Cum surged through my balls, up my shaft, and entered her willing throat. She swallowed fast as I felt her drenched throat struggle with the enormous load bellowing from my dick. She kept pace with the volcanic eruption of cum until it was done and started pulling my cock along her tongue, sucking the last remnants of my seed out of it before it passed her lips and hung semi-erect against my abdomen.
“That was incredible.” I exhaled with a satisfied gasp.
“Do you wake up with one of those every day? That was fun.” She grinned and kissed my stomach.
“Most days.” I chuckled. “I usually don’t have a hot set of lips to take care of it for me though.”
“Mine better be the only ones that do.” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“I don’t know, some of the bums at the homeless shelter look like they could suck a mean dick.” I wrapped my arms around her as she moved up to snuggle against my chest.
“Then we definitely need to get you your own place.” Her fingers traced the muscles along my chest.
“Soon.” I nodded and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. “Very soon.”
Chapter 20: Bethany
We stayed tangled in our embrace for most of the morning. We took a break to eat some leftover spaghetti when it got close to lunch time, but we were right back in bed once we were done. I loved having Anton there with me. Knowing that we only had one more night together before he was back on the streets instead of in my bed left me with worry. I hoped the meeting with his brother would go well and he would at least have a place to sleep instead of the homeless shelter. I couldn’t imagine ever turning away my family, even if they did something that upset me. I wasn’t entirely fond of my brother, but I would never send him to the streets if he didn’t have a place to go. I understood that their relationship was differ
ent and there were a lot of years I hadn’t witnessed that probably led up to the point they were at—Anton was certainly no saint. It still felt like he deserved a shot at redemption. I wanted the relationship we had built as much as he did and while some people might look at the age difference or the fact he was my Principal when I met him as something negative, I didn’t see it that way. What we had was destiny finding a way, even when the two of us likely didn’t deserve it.
“We should probably shower.” Anton leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
“Do I stink?” I lifted my arm and sniffed before rolling my eyes in a mock-dramatic stare. “Oh god, I do.”
“No.” He chuckled and shook his head. “But we’ve been sweating for most of the day.”
“You’ve been sweating—I’ve been glistening.” I grinned and sat up. “But I guess we should shower. You are a homeless person after all—who knows what kind of filth you brought into my home.”
“I left the filthiest part of it in you.” He leaned forward and scooped me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine as we collapsed into a tangled embrace.
“I could stand to be a little filthier before we shower.” I felt my heart racing again as he held me close.
“Why don’t we just hop in the shower and see what happens.” His lips grazed my neck.
“That sounds like a plan.” I smiled and bounced my eyebrows as he stood up.
Our naked bodies stayed pressed together as I started the shower and waited for the water to warm up. His lips were like fire on my neck, but it still sent chills through my body. Steam filled the bathroom before we finally stepped into the stream of water. Anton continued kissing me while the shower ran through my hair and across my shoulders. My pussy was wet and ready for him again, despite the fact it had been fucked more than ever before in such a short period of time. I couldn’t believe I had anything left in me, but Anton’s cock started to press against it and I was ready for him again. He lifted me up and pushed me against the wall, letting me slide down the slick surface until I was impaled on his dick. My lips opened wide and I gasped when he started to thrust. The motions started moving me up and down the wall while he kept me pinned against it. The steam from the shower didn’t compare to the heat that was resonating from our bodies as we collided in another moment of lust—both of us begging for the release we had become addicted to.
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