Silver and Bold

by Amber Burns

  He felt compelled now to reach up to touch her huge breasts, caressing them with his hands. He sat up and kissed the spot between her breasts as he reached his arm around her; it was a small space because her breasts were large and pushed close together by her bra, but he could feel the squishy flesh of her tits pressing against either side of his face. He pulled her close to him, so that he could unclasp her bra to reveal her round pendulous rack and her rock hard, rosy pink nipples in the center of large, perfectly round reddish areolas just shy of the size of his palm. He put his mouth on them, feeling the firm, sharp hardness of the tips as he ran his tongue over them, sucking teasing, taking them into his mouth. Her breasts, he thought himself were the most incredibly soft and tender ones he’d ever touched.

  She was moaning loudly because she enjoyed the sensation so much. She reached her hand down, sliding it down his side, and began touching the underside of the tip his erection again, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, teasing, playing- mainly enjoying the treat his mouth was providing her tits.

  She could feel how hard his dick was, how thick it was, and the subdual way that blood was running through and pumping into it. She was really getting off on squeezing the monster in her hand which was wrapped tightly around it. She could count the throbs in her clitoris. He reveled in the sensation she was creating in his cock and the hotness of sucking on her tits. He moved his hand along her body, just feeling how amazing her skin felt on his. She pushed him back so that he was laying down again. Then she reached for her purse and pulled out a condom.

  “Oh, is that what we’re doing?” he said. He bared his teeth and made a low growl.

  “Yes-s-s,” she purred, leaning in to kiss him as she expertly rolled the condom onto his rock hard cock, feeling every inch and curve of it as she did so.

  He moaned at her touch and the anticipation of her warm, tight meaty pussy. She went to take her panties off, but the position wasn’t quite right. She ended up falling over a little and laughing about it. Redd laughed, too, and took the opportunity to climb up on top of her this time, pushing her shoulders back so that she was flat on the floor while kissing her. He pulled back to admire her beautiful face and her golden eyes.

  He leaned down to kiss her gently as he ran his hand along the curves of her body, landing on her pussy. He began rubbing her pussy, reaching his first two fingers down in between her pussy lips to stimulate her stiff little pulsing clit. She moaned as his thick fingers made contact with her sensitive parts. Reaching further down, he felt the sweet wetness frothing from the opening of her cunt. He slipped his finger into her pussy, listening to her moans. He smiled as he swirled his finger around inside of her body, feeling the textured softness of it, her little muscular spasms, and how wet she was. She was humping his hand at this point and it drove him crazy.

  Her pussy was wet, literally dripping, and it made him so hot. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close to her as he slowly pushed his cock just a little ways into her soaked pussy. They both moaned at the same time and laughed a little about it. They both began thrusting their hips towards each other, smiling with their faces intimately close, kissing sporadically. She leaned in and kissed his bottom lip, taking it between her lips and sucking on it a little. He moaned in response.

  He thrust his cock deep into her making her gasp deeply as she arched her back, which just made his thick cock feel even better inside her pussy. She was in such ecstasy that she could barely move as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around him between fits of spasms from pleasure, and pulled him closer to her. He leaned his head down slightly to kiss her gently, but she met his kiss with hungry lips, grabbing his hair and pulling him close to her. She was feeling so sexually liberated and free having let go of all her inhibitions around him. She wasn’t normally this sexual, but he brought something out in her.

  She began pumping her hips up and down as she grabbed his hips, holding onto them tightly. She pulled his hips away and then pushed them closer to her warm pussy, digging her fingers into his hips as she did so. She could feel how hard his cock was inside of her and how wet she was, the way his cock was sliding easily around in her pussy. Between his fingering and his hot cock inside her pussy, she could feel herself about to cum. The pressure was building up and she couldn’t handle it any longer.

  “Oooh” she moaned.

  He saw her face contorted with pleasure, and, smiling, he began pumping his cock into her faster and harder. Straightening out his back, he reached down and began rubbing her clit, which sent her over the edge.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” she gasped, her chest moving up and down with each deep breath she took.

  She dug her nails into his hips, scratching them hard. She normally wouldn’t do that kind of thing, but he was bringing out some of the bad girl in her. Loosening her inhibitions had some nice effects, as she had never cum quite this hard. He smiled and she could feel his cock slowly exiting her pussy; she could feel the ridge on the head of his cock briefly massage the opening of her pussy as he slid his body down hers with his mouth landing on her clit.

  Licking between the lips of her pussy, he felt the soft warm of her inner labia touching his long tongue as he ran it up and down until he landed his tongue on her clit. He began licking and sucking on her clit, listening to her moans as she arched her back.

  Her clit was so sensitive at this point that her climax was quickly building up again. She had never cum twice in one session and could feel herself gasping and moaning with pleasure as her pussy began clenching with the pleasure of his touch. He slipped his finger into her pussy, filling her tight pussy muscles pulsate around his finger as she came.

  “Oh my g-o-o-o-o-d,” she said, her body shaking in an uncontrollable fit of ecstasy.

  He smiled as he looked up at her while still licking away at her pussy to see her pleasure exploding before him. She was breathing heavily, whimpering, as she came. Her body relaxed, a sign that her orgasm was over, and he crawled back up on her body, slipping his cock easily into her dripping wet pussy. He began to fuck her slowly, allowing her to acclimate to the pleasure once again after having such intense orgasms. She moaned softly, wriggling around on the ground underneath him. Slowly, he began increasing his speed, watching her reaction to each and every thrust of his hips.

  She was so sexy as she laid sprawled out beneath him, her breasts and body jiggling with each thrust. He could feel the pressure building up inside him as he fucked her. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, too. They both felt so close to cumming. He began fucking her harder and deeper, which sent them both over the edge as they exploded with passion. They locked eyes and without having to say anything, they both came. Both of them arched their backs, beginning to shake as the orgasm took over their whole bodies.

  With a final moan from each of them, their bodies relaxed. He collapsed on top of her, his head cradled between her shoulder and neck. They lay like that, holding each other for a while as they caught their breath. He rolled off of her, laying next to her as he continued to hold her tightly to his body. She rolled over on her side so that she was facing him and gave him a passionate kiss.

  “I’ve never cum twice,” she said as she gazed into his eyes gratefully.

  “Good,” he said smiling.

  She ended up spending the night with him. They slept holding each other the whole night through.

  They began spending as much time together as they could over the next couple of weeks. She still was conflicted about why he would even like her. They were so different, but she liked him, so she accepted it.

  5

  Redd was newly invigorated by his blossoming romance, and wanting to provide financially for his new girlfriend, he decided to re-enter the league to contend for the championship. Her positive attitude was inspiring to him and he felt compelled to try to continue with his dream. It was his first match in a long time, and it was against a notoriously dirty
fighter.

  It was the night of his fight. He was nervous, but confident that he would do well. Perhaps a little too confident.

  Redd was swarmed right off the bat. Having long arms, he usually liked to keep a distance between himself and his opponent. His opponent, Martin Fuschs had lost five bouts in a row on fouls and technicalities, and was now fighting a former cruiserweight contender, Redd, just to stay at the bottom of the running for the title. Martin had always been too angry, too liable to go too hard and lose by disqualification, and was for this reason inconsolably bitter.

  Redd tried defending, but could feel his forearms taking massive damage. Martin’s relentless onslaught left him no room, and he remained totally against the ropes for the entire first round. He figured this was due to lack of practice and made a note to do better with keeping the fight in the middle of the ring.

  When the bell for the second round rang, Redd was ready to execute his new plan of attempting to control the location of the fight within the ring, even if it meant giving up his reach advantage.

  The second round was different, only because he took more damage to the flanks and head. He managed to keep the fight centered, but the powerful jabs and rib-cracking hooks kept coming, tight and fast. This technique worked well because he knocked Martin down for a three count during this round.

  His arms hurt, and he didn’t want to believe he was this out of practice, but Redd knew the fight was drawing to a close. The bell rang and his relief was only outweighed by how old he felt. He was a little over 33 years old but felt twice that at this moment. At this point, his ringside doctor told him that his nose was broken, but Martin barely had any visible damage other than a black eye and a somewhat bloody nose.

  Martin was grimacing, taunting Redd from the other corner. This was Redd’s biggest weakness. He couldn’t stand to be disrespected, and went from feeling helpless and old to infuriated in less than a second. This visible shift in Redd’s attitude startled the doctor who immediately backed off of the tall muscular tattooed man with the newly plugged bleeding nose.

  In the third round, Redd came out swinging wildly, caring less about protecting himself and being more concerned with doing as much damage as he could to his opponent. This worked at first, and he even knocked Martin down for a five count this time, but Martin got back up, and as if rested and rejuvenated, continued with his flurry. Redd felt like his arm was sprained from getting one of his blows deflected with one of Martin’s own, and had some difficulty defending from then on. Redd’s thoughts began to blur, the pain taking over. He was soon just focused on surviving, making it to the end of the round until the bell rang.

  Redd ignored his aching, damaged forearm and the fact that his nose was bleeding again. His head had never hurt quite like this before, but he knew that if he outlasted his opponent, and kept knocking him down he could still win. Martin was still jeering at him from his corner. Redd’s rage kept building up, and when the bell rang, he did the same as he did at the beginning of the last round, swinging wildly, packing as much power as he could into every punch, and maneuvering Martin instead of keeping his distance.

  Redd sidestepped one of his opponents less well executed punches and Martin went down hard. He got immediately back up, but was dazed. With a vicious overcut, Redd punched him back down for a six count. Redd’s ears were still ringing from the blows to his head, his vision had gone white and he forgot where he was until he was back standing up. It was a sign of a concussion, but at least he had won this round.

  At the start of the next round, they were both feeling winded. Redd’s rib was bruised and his arm was in pain, but at least still intact. He had a standing concussion from the punch to the top of his head, and the only reason his nose wasn’t gushing blood was the gauze stuffed in it. Martin wasn’t quite at a hundred percent either, his eye had swollen nearly shut and he had been moving so fast for so long that he was tired.

  They leaned on each other a lot during this round, and Martin subtly head-butted Redd more than twice, which complicated the effects of the concussion caused by the overcut. A few moments before the end of the round, Martin backed off for a moment, and that’s when Redd came in swinging. Martin had come out of a grapple, stepped back and more or less running, swung hard at Redd’s face. Redd, his rage boiling over, returned the favor. He hit Martin on the “knock out button” on the jaw, completely dislocating it- causing a loose tooth to fly out of his mouth. This knocked Martin down for a four count.

  Redd had won, but just barely. He wasn’t as proud of himself as he thought he would be. He had almost lost and was seriously out of practice. His ego was intact, but his body was battered and bruised. Upon examination after the fight was finished, the doctor told him that his arm was had a hairline fracture and put it in a splint for him.

  As the doctors patched up his nose and other various injuries, Redd contemplated whether or not he should even continue with professional fights or just go back to teaching. He didn’t want to disappoint Anna; he wanted her to be proud of him, but how could she be proud of a boxer than can barely even win a fight without sustaining massive damage. Despite winning the match, he was completely beat up and felt crushed.

  6

  Redd was at his fight when it all happened. It was a big fight and she was glad that he was doing it, but she couldn’t have known what was about to happen.

  She was sitting at home, reading a book and enjoying a glass of wine when she heard a knock at the door. She looked at her watch. She was expecting Redd to come over later, but he must have just been starting his fight. Furrowing her brow, she walked over to the door and opened it.

  Her mouth fell when she saw who it was. It was her ex-boyfriend from Georgia, Max. She hadn’t spoken to him since she had moved back to Philadelphia. Before she left Georgia, she told him that she didn’t want to see him anymore, that she felt like there wasn’t much between them, that he didn’t treat her right. He was manipulative and regularly emotionally abusive to her.

  About a week before she left, they got in a fight. He had grabbed her by the wrist, digging his finger into her and leaving dark bruises before he tried to took a swing at her. She managed to get away from him that night before anything worse happened, and in that moment, she decided that it was time to stop seeing him. She had solidly broken up with him, resolved to never see him again. She had even blocked his phone number.

  “What are you doing here?” she said. She was afraid. He didn’t know where she lived, so how had he gotten her address?

  “I just want to talk,” he said.

  “I can’t do this,” she said, pushing her hand against the door to close it, but he reached up and pushed hard against the door to shove it open all the way. Her heart was beating fast as her thoughts rushed to think how she could protect herself from him. She couldn’t call Redd; he wouldn’t be able to answer in the middle of his fight. She would have to resort to other means if it came to that. Redd had briefly taught her some punches, how to punch and kick so that you don’t hurt yourself, and that gave her confidence in herself.

  “I just want to talk,” he repeated more firmly.

  “What? What do you want to talk about?” she said, her anger rising with every word that either of them spoke.

  “About our relationship, of course,” he said, pushing her shoulder so that he could enter her apartment. “It’s been long enough,” he continued, “It’s time for us to settle this and get back together.”

  “Max, I’m not getting back together with you. I told you that it’s over,” she said, distancing herself from him as much as she could.

  “Listen, I know I messed up, but that’s no reason to write me off. We loved each other, don’t you remember that? We spent three beautiful years together, doesn’t that count for anything?”

  “I loved you once, but I don’t anymore and you know why,” she said.

  His jaw clenched and his face tightened with anger.

  “That’s not true,” he said firml
y, “You love me.”

  “Max… I can’t do this with you anymore,” she said. She was becoming more afraid as his rage built up, but she was ready to defend herself if she needed to.

  “Anna. You know this is the right thing,” he argued.

  “How did you know where I lived?”

  “I asked your Dad. I told him that I was going to surprise you,” he said, smirking.

  “Do you really think that’s what this is?”

  Anna moved so that she was behind the sofa, using a physical object to separate them.

  “Come on, honey. Aren’t you glad to see me?”

  “No,” she said, firmly.

  She backed away as he got closer to her, aiming to keep the sofa between them.

  “Just give it a chance,” he pleaded.