Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Ann’s nails run down my body from the back of my neck down to my ass, as she comes around in front of me, joining my wife in sucking my cock. Ann’s tongue teases my balls as Sara strokes my shaft, licking my head. Ann’s other hand caresses Sara’s nipples into a hard state that makes my mouth water. I want them both, pregnancy has made them both so much hotter than they were, I want my hands, my mouth, my cock all over both of them. Sara gets up off her knees, leaving Ann to administer to my cock, as she kisses me, teasing my bottom lip with her teeth, what more could a man ask for? I love getting my cock sucked, especially by these two, they know how to make me come in less than a heartbeat. I look down at Ann, her blue eyes bright in the daylight, glassed over with a passion that sets my cock on fire. What any man would give to have two women want them like Ann and Sara want me now. Have I died?

  Ann gets up, her hair falls over her shoulders as she grins evilly at me. Sara lets go of me, following Ann over to the dresser. I watch as Sara kneels in front of the dresser as Ann hops up on the top of it, Ann is at a perfect height for me to fuck her, or for Sara to eat her pussy. Ann’ s feet rest on Sara’s shoulders, I see my wife gently part her outer labia with her fingertips, as her tongue flicks over Ann’s clit just once. Ann moans deep, looks like it’s been awhile for her too. It still amazes me how they do things like this without words, it’s as if they can read each other’s minds. Sara gently inserts fingers into Ann as she sucks a breath through clenched teeth, Sara grins, licking that hot little clit. Just watching them makes me want to bend one of them over and release this hunger in me, but I know so much better to wait my turn. At that moment, Sara gets up grinning at me, and begins to put on my khaki shirt, Ann nods, beckoning me to her.

  I wonder what the hell is going on, as I walk over to Ann, her hands gripping my cock, leading it to her warm, wet, waiting pussy. Just as Sara walks out of the room, I hear it, the unmistakable sound of my daughter crying. Torn as to what to do, Ann wraps her arms around me, pulling me in close to her. “It’s okay Jack, Sara said so.” I would be stupid for not giving in and taking that order. She nips at my ear, making me groan and shiver, my ears are just one of my weaknesses. I put my hands on the mirror above her bracing myself, I know this is going to be one hell of a ride. Ann scoots down to the edge of the dresser, she’s at the perfect height, I take her hips in my hands as I sink into her. The feeling is intoxicating, yet so right, so familiar, as she engulfs me with her body, her heart, her soul. All I can think of is her, even as my wife tends to my children. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but I’ve come to realize that I love Ann too.

  She gasps in my ear as she slowly moves her hips, making room for me, I move mine to match her as she squeaks in pleasure. I chuckle deep within my throat as I pull myself nearly out of her and then nailing her good and hard, repeatedly. Ann’s nails dig into my back as she moans in my ear, an animalistic sound from down deep. My God, I’ve never been in this position with Sara, I’m very deep inside Ann. It feels amazing, so much so that all I want to do is keep fucking her. I look up in the mirror above her, and see myself in the mirror, fucking Ann. Oh God that alone made me want to come, seeing her eyes closed, her mouth open just enough on my shoulder, lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. Every muscle in my body rigid, wanting, needing to release in her.

  “Jack….” I hear her whisper, breath hot on my ear, making me moan a little in my throat. “Yeah Darlin’?” I ask her, my voice tight with want. “I want you to finish me like this, make me come like you did that night, please.” I nod against her neck, thrusting deep within her for all I could do. Her nails raked across my back, I couldn’t help looking up in the mirror, small red threads of blood ran down my back, her nails were now on my neck, I could only hope she didn’t tear it up too, that would be hell to explain at work. I felt it coming, the lightheadedness of an impending orgasm. I wanted to come, Oh Lord did I, but I wanted her to come first, wanted her to be pleased before me. It was something I learned from Sara, putting all others before self. Ann’s hands moved down to my ribs, holding on for dear life as I drove myself into her, wanting that release. Her fingers dig into my flesh as she cries out my name into the night air. I feel every muscle in her grip me tight, stroke me like a lover as her juices wash over me. A few more strong strokes and I feel it, my body lets loose, all the muscles in me turn to jelly, as I spill myself into her. My head falls on her shoulder, she kisses my forehead tenderly as her hands glide up and down my back.

  Her hands stop, as I gain the strength to pull away, and there is a horrified look on her face. I turn to walk away, seeing her in the mirror looking at her hands, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry Jack, I was just too wrapped up in you to realize what I did. Oh my God I am so sorry!” I smile at her in the mirror, “It’s okay darlin’ as long as you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.” I walk off towards the bathroom, I need a shower, need Sara to tend to my new wounds, need sleep. I’m so tired I’m not even hungry and that’s odd for me. I turn the hot water on in the shower, sitting on the sink, inspecting my wounds in the mirror. That’s going to leave a mark for awhile, but a small amount of pain for a pleasure like that, there is no questioning that trade. I get in the shower, the hot water on my scratches makes me hiss, but after a few seconds it doesn’t hurt anymore.

  I feel a cool draft, realizing that I’m not alone in the shower, but I know that smell all too well, it’s my wife, the perfume barely noticeable. “How are the kids?” I ask as I wash my hair, I feel her palms on my chest, resting there, touching me. Her voice is quiet, I really have to listen to hear her, she must be exhausted. ”They’re fine. They were hungry, Jackson needed a change. But they went right back to sleep once they were fed. I just sat in the rocker in the nursery holding your son. How was your playtime?” I turn my back to her, she draws a sharp breath as her fingertips touch the wounds. “It was good Baby, but not like you and I.” I kiss her forehead as she hugs me, the touch of my wife is much different than the touch of my lover. My wife is forever, my lover for only as long as I can hold her. “Ann is asleep in the other bedroom, I told her if there was anything she wanted to help herself, that we were going to bed. I’m sure she is capable of handling the kids on her own.” Sara takes the soap in her hands, rubbing it all over my body, gently washing me.

  Her touch makes my body relax, I nearly fall asleep standing up. I kiss Sara on the lips, very tenderly, almost chaste, as I step out of the shower. It’s not that I don’t love her, that’s not the point, I’m dead tired. I know she understands, she takes care of Lakota all day, it’s almost the same. All I do is baby sit kids at work, maybe teach a class or two, that’s it. I sit on the sink again, Sara begins to rub a small amount of Neosporin into my wounds, I want to fall asleep, I’m that tired. She nuzzles my neck, I open my eyes, looking into her eyes, I caress her face with my hand as I gently kiss her. Her eyes carry a worried look, I smile at her “Don’t worry Baby, I’ll be ok after some sleep.” She knows I’ve been working long hours at the base, trying to get things organized since we lost our Senior Chief last week.

  I stumble over to the bed, pretty much falling into it. Sara lays down next to me, brushing her fingertips down my side. “I love you Sara, always…” I whisper. “I know Jackson, I love you too.” I don’t remember much after that, other than waking up around 10 that night, wide awake. The house is silent, except for Sara’s light breathing beside me. Luckily, I have tomorrow off from work, so I can sleep like this. I pull on a pair of jogging pants, and kiss my wife before I leave the bedroom. I peek into the guest bedroom, Ann’s asleep, which I guess is a good thing. I continue on towards the nursery, being as quiet as I can. I stand over the crib, taking my daughter in my arms, holding her against my chest, she’s so beautiful. I’ve been lucky, for all the complications Sara had with her, she still came out strong and healthy. I crook Lakota in my arm, and pick up Jackson in my other. They could nearly pass for twins, they might as well be, the only thing
they didn’t share was the same mother. My son yawns, a soft squeaking sound coming from his tiny mouth. Lakota’s eyes open and she smiles, I smile back, kissing her on the forehead before I put her back in the crib. “Goodnight sweetheart, sweet dreams.” I brush her face with my fingertips, and sit down in the rocker with my son.

  He looks just like me, there is no way I could deny him. If they go to Montana with us, I’m going to have to come clean to my family, that my son is from Ann and Lakota is mine with Sara. I don’t think that will go over well, until we explain that having Lakota almost took Sara’s life, they love her to death and would hate to lose her. “He’s beautiful isn’t he?” I hear in a language I haven’t heard since I left home. I look up, Sara is standing there in only my uniform shirt, her bare legs soft in the moonlight. My khaki’s never looked better than they did that night on her, Sara would have made a great Navy officer. I had to think for just a few seconds, translating what she said and digging up the correct response. “Yeah, he’s one of the more beautiful things in my life.” I get up, putting Jackson back in the crib, as Sara brushes my fingers with hers. Her hands look so delicate next to my farm weathered hands. I was nobody before I came to the Navy, I never would have met someone like Sara back in Montana, this has been a good life for me.

  I caress her face with my fingertips, a gentle, loving smile comes across her lips, as I lead her back to our bed. I sit down on the bed, Sara Is standing within reach of my hands. I run my hands up her thighs, her body involuntarily shivers, and I chuckle. My fingers unbutton each button of my shirt, as my hands take hold of her hips. I pull Sara close to me, my nose right between her breasts, inhaling deep of her. Her hands are in my hair, I can feel her breathing becoming uneven as my mouth finds one of her nipples, taking it between my teeth, nipping, nibbling, as my tongue teases it into rock hard flesh. My fingers gently sweep up and down her back, as I suck on her nipples. I can hear her quietly moaning above me, there is no rushing this. It’s something we both need, something we both want so much.

  Gently, I get up off the bed, nuzzling her neck, nipping on her ears, Sara gasps and shudders, I know her all too well, I know what gets to her the best. I slide my shirt off her shoulders, teasingly pushing her onto the bed. I look down at her lying there, beautiful in the moonlight, her eyes bright looking up at me with all the love and want a wife can have for her husband. I step out of my jogging pants and lie down next to her, her skin soft against mine. I kiss her deep on the mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, my head swimming with thoughts of her. Of all the women I’ve been with, Sara drives me to the edge of insanity and brings me back begging for more. I can feel her fingers traveling down my body, searching for me. I shiver just a bit as her fingers wrap around me, tenderly stroking me. I moan into her neck as I work my way back down to her nipples. Her breasts are even fuller and more gorgeous now than they were before Lakota, I can’t keep my eyes off her, even if I had to, I work her nipples between my fingers before I start sucking on them again. I feel the muscles in her body tighten, God, she wants this, just as much as I do if not more. My fingers explore farther down her body, as my mouth follows, teasing every inch of flesh in-between with nips of my teeth. I kiss the scar that Lakota gave Sara, as I do I look up into her eyes, and the look is almost pleading, I want nothing more than to please her. My fingers dance over her clit, Sara’s back archs, as a loud gasp escapes from between her lips. I gently push two fingers into her warm, wet, welcoming pussy, “Oh God Jack!” she nearly screams. I lock her clit between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers slide in and out of her, getting wetter and wetter. Her hips move in time with my fingers, as her breathing becomes ragged, I know I can make her come this way, but I have better in store for her. I just want her good and hot, wet and oh so ready for me.

  I can hear her breath coming out in short gasps, she’s getting close, almost too close. I stop licking her clit, slowly letting go as I pull my fingers out of her. I lie down next to her again as my fingers touch her skin, her hands push on my chest, pushing me over onto my back. She straddles me, I can feel her wet pussy near my cock, all I want is her. Sara leans down, her hair around my shoulders, kisses me with a hunger I’ve missed on my mouth, on my neck, my collarbone. I shiver just a bit, as I feel her molten insides wrap around me, her hips gently rocking against my groin. I can feel her hard clit rubbing on my pubic bone, my hands squeeze her tits, as I sit up just enough to suck those supple dark nipples.

  Sara starts moaning, mixing Native words with English as her tempo gets faster, the muscles in her legs gripping me tighter, I can smell us, the intoxicating smell of two people deep in love having Earth shattering sex. I’m losing my mind I swear, or maybe I have died and gone to heaven? I don’t care at this point, all I know is that my cock is going to explode inside her, and I’m taking her over the edge with me. I take hold of her hips, laying her onto her back as I roll over on top of her, God I want to see her eyes when she comes, I want to hear her say my name. I ease her knees over my shoulders, getting down deep inside her, she moans, that sound alone makes me want to finish her. I rotate my hips as I thrust into her, I can feel the backs of her thighs tighten, “Jack….Jack…I’m going to…Oh God….” I know what she is trying to say, and I’m not far behind her, I speed up just a little more, making her hips buck against me, “That’s it, come for me Baby, I know you want to.” I coax her as I thrust deeper still. Just from hearing my voice, I feel her pussy constrict around my cock as her soul rushes around it, her body convulses, I see the look in her eyes as she comes, it’s powerful, entrancing, passionate. Sara cries out into the night, the words that escape her lips are still my name, but not in English. I come deep within her, not a crashing orgasm, that was earlier in the night, but one that makes me feel complete, satisfied, knowing I did what I was born to do, love her.

  I gently let her legs down as she curls up into a ball on the bed, I know she is satisfied when she curls up like this, fighting to slow her breathing, eyes glassed over, body still trembling. Even the slightest touch from me makes her convulse and gasp, God do I love her. I look over at her, Sara’s eyes are closed, her breathing nearly resembles sleep, I pull her into my chest, she smiles, “I love you Jack, forever.” “I love you too Baby, go to sleep now. You need your rest.” I kiss her forehead as she snuggles into me. It doesn’t take her long before she is asleep.

  I wake up with a start, I heard a scream that I know didn’t come from the kids. I pull on my pants that were lying on the floor and run down the hall. Ann is standing at the top of the landing with Jackson in her arms, horrified look on her face, I should have never looked down the stairs. I run down the stairs, tears streaming down my face as I take Sara in my arms, her face bloody. She had been lying in a pool of blood, at the bottom of the stairs. I could hear Lakota crying, with Jackson following her. Ann was on the phone upstairs, calling the base paramedics, but it was too late. Sara was gone, her green eyes blank and staring. In the night she had fallen down the stairs, ending her short life. The paramedics said she broke her neck first, then broke her nose. She never felt any pain they said. But I did, I wanted to die holding her there in my arms, I wanted to be with her, my love, my life, my wife.

  Ann stayed around long enough for the funeral to be over and she was gone from my life. She wanted to help me, wanted to stay with me and raise my kids, but my heart wasn’t in it. I went to my command 2 weeks later and requested a hardship discharge out of the Navy, it was granted. I sold or gave away most of the furniture in Charleston, I didn’t want any of it really. I packed up Lakota and personal items that meant too much to give up, and left for home. I sent a box to Ann in New York care of her parents, it was mostly belongings of Sara’s with a note, “I thought she would want you to have this-Jackson.” I never saw my son again, I never heard what happened to him or Ann for that matter.

  All I know is that every day I see Lakota growing up to be like her mother, and all I have left is my memories.


  The End.

  Penance

  I thought I'd found the right one - a Master who would treasure me as well as discipline me. I'd always been turned on by the thought of being owned by a strong and demanding man who would punish me if I failed to please him, and I'd loved letting him control and use me. I had loved learning how to please him. Then I began with the smart mouth comebacks. This need to test my limits was one of those character flaws my mother and my teachers had always complained about.

  I'd quickly learned that however amused he might be by my cheekiness he would still discipline me. My butt had been reddened more than once for flippantly asking what his last slave had died of or suggesting he get his own drink. After the punishment I'd tearfully promise him I would not let my smart mouth get me into trouble anymore. They were wasted words, because eventually I just had to voice one too many smart comments, accompanied by real hints of defiance.

  Finally, his usual tolerant amusement was obliterated by real anger. I have not forgotten the bruises he left on my throat as his hand pinned me against the wall or the dark savagery in his eyes. He'd let me go and stepped away. This time, he'd told me, I would learn that I was born to be a slave and then he'd left me alone in my apartment.