Chasing Dreams, Year Two

by Shawn Keys

  It was with that same duality that her heel snapped down between his parted legs. Her next step placed one of those elegant, sexy shoes by the side of his hip. Then, a third step out from between his legs and placed beside his other hip, resulting in her straddling him. Her breathing was speeding up, eager yet nervous.

  Unable to resist that image, Matteo curled his abs and rose up to meet her. His hands smoothed along the back of her thighs as he pulled her to his chest. He might not be in prime shape anymore, but he’d be damned if he ever let himself get to the point where he couldn’t do a simple sit-up.

  That motion brought his nose into range of the heady scent of desire surrounding Melodie’s sex. He buried his nose against the apex of her slit, reaching deeper with his tongue. Tasting her for the first time, he coaxed some of her honey out and let it dribble down his tongue. She shivered in his grasp as he savored her flavor.

  Daphne lowered herself to her knees beside his right leg. Her hand ran up the inside of his leg once more. Contacting his balls first, she tantalized them with a brief caress, then captured his shaft to hold him straight up. Her other hand encouraged him to lay back.

  Laura strode forward and sank to her knees close to his chest level. She too goaded him to lay down, to which he finally relented. He left Melodie panting with need as he stretched out on the ground. Laura lowered her head to kiss above his heart, causing her long hair to spread over his skin in a perfumed wave.

  Then as he watched, Melodie’s legs flexed, sinking her body down to his waiting tip. Daphne showed great delight ensuring that he connected with the dripping entrance to her friend’s sex. She stirred his cock through the folds of her labia, mingling her own saliva with Melodie’s juices, then settled him at her entrance.

  Next to Melodie’s slender body, his large, pulsing shaft looked obscene. When she felt the plump head squeeze into the first inch of her passage, her eyes flew wide and she let out a prolonged groan, biting her lower lip and whimpering.

  Matteo’s hands rose to cup the back of her thighs, applying just enough pressure to let her know he was there. Not to prevent her… he wouldn’t take the choice away from her… but so that she would know he would support her. “Are you sure?”

  A strangely manic smile came to the young woman, and she nodded fervently. Her breath came quick and fast, but she managed to gasp out, “My… reward…”

  That brought out a rumble of a laugh from him, understanding now. Understanding why she was first. To the victor go the spoils, so to speak. She was determined not to let her reward to go unclaimed.

  None of the others seemed eager to rush her. Far from it. Indeed, Laura kissed her way down Matteo’s midsection and then up the taut abdomen of her teammate. Venturing higher, Laura found Melodie’s right breast and drifted a tender lick along its lower curve. Her mouth closed, placing a tender kiss meant to both soothe Melodie’s nerves while arousing her desire more.

  While one of Laura’s hands joined Matteo in supporting Melodie’s weight, her other hand followed where her mouth had been, first brushing over Matteo’s skin and then slipping between the two. Matteo felt her caress over the exposed portion of his cock, then shift higher to where she could circle around Melodie’s clitoris. From his vantage, he could see her fingers spiraling around the small bundle of nerves, occasionally diving down to stroke him before returning to her.

  Daphne was leaned in to Melodie’s ear, whispering something. Her friend gave a giggling laugh in response, then nodded furiously. Daphne grinned, then sank down and captured her left breast in a loving embrace. Meanwhile, her hand glided down Melodie’s spine, pausing to fondle her behind that was perfect and firm from being in that squatted position. She then trailed a couple fingers in deeper. Matteo knew where she had gone because Melodie’s eyelids fluttered. Daphne’s teasing of her anal rose completed the tender assault on her erogenous zones.

  The mingled sensations did exactly as her friends intended. Whether from the added lubrication of her growing excitement or the relaxation that she found in the touch of her friends, Melodie’s body opened a little further. She sank down onto Matteo’s shaft. It was not a quick journey. He gritted his teeth and growled at the way her inner walls grasped around him like a glove.

  Several times, Melodie had to stop in her descent. When she did, encouraged by her friends, she swiveled a little and then slowly slide up and down slightly on the part of his shaft she had managed to take inside. Painting him with her lust, she groaned and cried out softly, then… pushed herself to take even more of him inside.

  Eventually, she tipped forward and planted her knees on the ground. It was like a statement that she had taken him in as far as she could. He never expected that she would be able to take all of him; anatomically, it was impossible. He let her find her measure. To find the point where she felt totally, utterly full… and then dwelled there as she allowed her body to adjust.

  At long last, she rose. With her friends’ help, she worked herself up and down, grinding herself on his cock that felt like it was speared right into her soul. Her eyes locked on his now, wanting him to see the need inside her. He allowed his own passion to blaze openly through his gaze, fueled by everything he was seeing and feeling, drinking in the incredible vision of her struggling to descend upon his shaft.

  Even as Melodie built herself up to a faster and faster rhythm, Matteo felt gently insistent hands on his shoulders. It was Hélène, urging him to lower himself off his elbows and to sink fully to the ground. As much as he didn’t want to lose sight of Melodie bouncing upon him while Daphne and Laura tended to her body, Matteo had no wish to halt the flow wherever this moment might take them.

  He wasn’t disappointed. Hélène stepped over his head, placing her heels to either side of his ears and giving him a sinful sight between her naked thighs. At some point, she had regained the bottle of champagne. With a light laugh, she upended it messily over her own mouth, taking a few greedy swallows before letting the foaming liquid spill down her body. Rivulets of the alcohol started to stream down her legs, reaching her calves within a few seconds.

  Matteo was waiting. Rumbling his own deep chuckle, he leaned in and drank the champagne off her skin. Acting like a pure hedonist, he transited back and forth between her two legs, lapping up the thickest streams he could find. Then, he reached high up and clutched onto her upper legs and said, “Come here. I want to taste you.”

  With a sultry laugh, Hélène folded down onto her knees, opening herself until her slit connected with his mouth. It wasn’t enough for his passion in that moment. His burly arms wrapped around her legs and up to grope the pert flesh of her breasts. He pushed his head up, crushing her core right into his face. Hélène’s throaty laugh turned into an erotic cry as his tongue pierced between her folds and he locked his mouth against her netherlips. He proceeded to do what he could to show her one of the best things to ever come from France: their style of kissing, especially when done this way.

  Laughter came from the other two, apparently enjoying the new twist to their plans. Matteo couldn’t see past Hélène’s squirming body, but he felt the change when Laura parted from Melodie. Daphne took up the duty of using her hands to play with both her friend’s clit and ass, pressing her breasts into Melodie’s arm so she could get close enough to kiss her friend passionately.

  Laura came up to Matteo’s chest and settled over him. She didn’t fear that her petite body would be a significant burden for him, and she was right. The pressure was, if anything, sweet and seductive as he felt the heat of her sex dripping its essence over his chest.

  Her position put her right in front of Hélène, and the two women embraced with their own fervent desire. Their hands caressed over each other’s bodies, making Matteo wish he could see a whole lot more of what they were doing… though being nearly smothered by Hélène’s creamy-mocha flesh was a delightful treasure.

  Small spasms all along Matteo’s cock were telling him that Melodie was drawing close to her release.
She broke away from her kiss with Daphne and screamed, clinging to her friend. Matteo had never felt anything like the way she clenched around him, all trace of her nervousness gone as she rode him through the violent wave of ecstasy that crashed through her.

  By the end, all her energy was gone. With an agonized groan of effort, she managed to pull herself free of his stiff spear, falling backward where she lay panting, brushing her hands up and down her body… eyes closed… and just… laying there, softly laughing to herself. Her legs remained draped over Matteo’s, subconsciously running her feet along his skin, reminding herself that he was there and real and not a figment of her erotic imagination.

  Seeing Matteo’s cock continuing to throb with need, not having reached release, Daphne seized her opportunity. Still slick with Melodie’s juices, she flung her leg over him, mounting him in a reverse-cowgirl pose. Steadying him between her, she sank down with far less reservation. Part of that was her natural exuberance, while the other part was that her body was able to accommodate him a little easier. Not that she wasn’t wonderfully tight; her body welcomed his length as if taking him into the home it was always meant to have. Plunging down with reckless abandon, Daphne took him halfway to the hilt in one thrust. Each that followed swallowed another inch as she willfully fucked herself onto him.

  She and Laura ended up leaning against one another, back-to-back. Arching, they managed to rest their heads on each other’s shoulders. That presented Laura’s petite breasts for Hélène’s mouth as she leaned forward with her hands encircling the smaller woman’s hips as a connection point to keep her balance while she danced her hips above Matteo’s lips. Laura and Daphne canted their heads toward each other and kissed whenever Daphne could manage it as her body rolled up and down on Matteo’s length.

  The sweet attention to Laura’s nipples must have finally gotten the best of her. She broke her fixation on Daphne and spilled off Matteo’s body, laying near him on the carpet. Smoky heat clung to her words as she spoke to Hélène, “Warm me up?”

  That wasn’t a request Hélène was going to turn down… though it was delayed as Matteo’s mouth edged her over into an orgasm that curled her toes inside her shoes. Throwing her head back, she shivered and scratched at Matteo’s chest again, hissing through clenched teeth as the sensation claimed her. With the haze of the climax still clinging to her and making her movements a little wobbly, Hélène climbed off Matteo’s mouth and in between the legs of her teammate and lover. Seconds later, Laura curled one of her legs around Hélène’s back, slumped to the ground and lost herself to the joy of having her friend’s mouth on her.

  That left Matteo missing the two women who had been using him. His face and chest were smeared with their excitement, cooling in the open air. Fortunately, there’s a solution for that. Matteo clenched his core muscles and came up off the floor again, this time opening his bear-like arms to gather Daphne into them. She started in surprise, having been totally enraptured in her rolling, rhythmic rise and fall upon him.

  Her surprise quickly evolved into a lustful laugh as he drew her down onto his chest. His hands roved along her body, massaging into the flesh of her breasts and enjoying the lean lines of her feminine, swimmer’s body. Holding her to his powerful chest, her high heels braced against the ground to either side while he started to pump into her hard and fast. The effect on Daphne was immediate, changed from setting her own, luscious pace into being ravished with pounding strokes with an angle that pulsed against her g-spot. Soon, she was launched into a howling orgasm that left her panting.

  Not yet finished, Matteo slowed down, waiting for Daphne to return to sanity, fully intending to renew the furious pace soon. Before he could, Melodie had decided to return the favor from when Daphne had increased her own enjoyment. Recovering enough to act, Melodie mirrored what Matteo had done, curling her abs and folding herself over while her legs remained draped over Matteo’s. Showing her flexibility, she bent nearly in half so her tongue could reach Daphne’s clit. Her lips closed warmly over her flesh while her tongue began to dance wickedly around the tender nub.

  That gave Daphne another surprise. Her head whipped up and she exclaimed, “Oh, yes! That’s amazing… more… don’t stop!”

  Catching sight of where Melodie had tucked herself in, Matteo clung to Daphne once more and drove into her with strong, pummeling strokes.

  Words failed Daphne, devolving into guttural moans and pleas which made no sense… but were beyond a doubt her begging for more. Melodie latched on, doing all she could to continue pushing her friend into new levels of desire while Matteo’s thick shaft dominated her whole world, shattering her with climax after climax. Finally, Daphne went silent; her mouth merely opened wide as she tried to emit sound… but couldn’t past the pleasure that was storming through her entire being.

  As the sensual tension left her, Matteo rocked forward. Reading his movements, Melodie mirrored him again, easing back and opening her arms for him to deposit Daphne into her embrace. Instinctively, the woman cuddled into her friend, seeking the care she needed after the intense chain of orgasms.

  Matteo had the undeniable urge to join that snuggle, but he wasn’t finished. He could have been. He couldn’t recall ever using that much control to remain on the edge for so long. He could so easily have lost himself to the moment and exploded into either of the women he had thus far pleasured. Hell, I could have unleashed inside Daphne’s mouth earlier. But he wasn’t about to give himself that release until he knew all four of these women were sated. A little age had its benefits. He was no pup to erupt at the first loving touch of a sexy temptress.

  Then again, he chuckled to himself. Maybe I shouldn’t worry. He peered over at the delicious bubble that was Hélène’s ass where she lay stomach-first on the carpet licking Laura’s slit. If they do tempt me over the edge, I doubt it’ll take long to recover. Sexy nymphs like these are gonna make me feel like I’m a bloody teenager again.

  He left that thought behind. For now, he was beyond ready to feel Hélène’s heat wrapped around him. Leveraging himself onto his knees, he shuffled up behind the woman. Taking a last moment to admire her gorgeous behind, he scooped under her hips and lifted her up until her knees naturally caught her weight. Laura’s leg angled across her upper back forced Hélène’s back to arch, which in turn presented her sex to Matteo in the most amazing way.

  His meaty hands splayed over her ass cheeks, taking huge handfuls… he fell into decadent, purely hedonistic moment of groping her flesh, practically obsessing over the texture of her firm flesh and flawless skin under his fingers. Hélène’s answering moan was smothered by Laura’s core. She managed to encourage him without words by pressing back against his touch, inviting him in.

  He grinned as an idea occurred to him, Matteo flowed his hands over her hips and along her thighs and calves. When he reached her shoes, he latched hold of the three-inch heels that had done such a fine job of accentuating the lovely lines of her legs. He used those heels like handles to drag her knees wider apart. This time, it was a gasp that got muffled by Laura’s intimate flesh, followed by a sensual laugh. Hélène knew what he was doing. And she knew what was coming next.

  Not about to disappoint her and yearning to feel her heat, Matteo eased closer and sank his cockhead against her entrance.

  Hélène grunted at the tension, parting from her lover long enough to issue a prolonged, “Mmmnnnuuuhhh… so... big… hnnmm… keep… going… slow…” Without needing him to guide her, her knees skidded open another couple inches, trying to open the pathway for the massive cock that was trying to split her in two.

  She became his guide. Hélène was not quite as fiery as Daphne, but if anything, she was more determined. She thrived on challenge. He had certainly learned that about her over the last few months.

  So, he didn’t relent completely or take it at the easiest pace. His hands remained clenched around her, holding her in place as he entered her with the steady pressure right on the edge of her ability
to endure it. She whimpered and squirmed as he filled her inch after inch.

  Halfway in, she came away from Laura, needing to gasp in more air than she could around her lover’s sex. Rumbling deeply, Matteo clawed one hand into the springy curls of her hair, tugging hard enough to make her raise up onto all fours. Hélène shivered at the new sensation, hissing, “Yesssss…” in response, which then dipped into a lusty growl of half-feral need.

  It was all the permission he needed. Matteo kept up the demanding penetration. Her long, lean body gave her the best chance of being able to take the most of him inside, and he had heard somewhere that long, flexible tongues like hers suggested other parts of her might also adapt to greater impositions. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a limit. He kept going until he buried as much as he could inside her, drawing as close as she was physically able to the curve of her ass. He didn’t give her a moment to think. Drawing back half his size, he fucked it back into her hard enough to shake her whole body.

  “Oh my fucking… God…!” Hélène let out another pleasure-soaked grunt.

  Laura’s eyes lit up, laying beneath Hélène and drinking in the sight of her friend’s breasts swaying, eyes widening and perspiration beginning to stand out on her forehead as Matteo took her roughly. “You two look incredible doing that.” She nibbled at her lip, then encouraged him, “Harder, Matteo. Fuck her harder.”

  Hélène managed to groan out, “Yes… har… harder… nnnnmmmuuuhh…”

  Matteo’s pace had already been increasing. He let go of most of his caution, ramming into her with deliberate… distinct… pummeling thrusts. Each one made her the flesh of her ass ripple as he slammed into her. Her sex was a wet vise. As he finished each thrust, buried to his hilt, her body instinctively clenched down on him and milked at him, driving him insane. He knew he should go easier… Remember… control… remember I… really… should…