by M T Stone
“You put the kibosh on my catalog, so I don’t have any work to do anyway,” she says with a little pout.
“I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe it will work. We can always use the title Bettergasms for the insert in the middle, and it will still be the primary web address for all the toys,” I tell her while massaging her left foot.
“Oh, my God, that feels good,” she murmurs when I press my thumb into the ball of her foot. “That’s almost orgasmic.”
“I’m just getting you warmed up.” I shoot her a wry smile, feeling a surge of hormones affecting one body part in particular. “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you get a little wild.” The fact that she took off her dress without any prompting is amazing. I thought I was going to have to coax her into being a little risqué out here.
“I think I’m even more turned on than you.” She pulls her foot out of my hand and sits up in the chair. Without a word, she reaches behind her and undoes her bra. There is a scorching look in her eyes as she crawls toward me and latches onto my waistband. “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock for the past two days.” Her eyes remain locked on mine as she unleashes my semi-hard dick from its restraints and slips my swollen head past her lips. Her beautiful hazel eyes shimmer in the sunlight and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she begins to rhythmically move her head, taking a little more of me with each stroke. Her eyes fall away as she cups my balls to gain a little leverage. Moaning sounds begin to emanate from her as my entire length disappears inside her. She shakes her head and glances up as she pulls back, taking a deep breath. “That feels awesome,” she gasps before immediately taking me all the way in again. It’s obvious that this is a first for her as she fights her gag reflex with each stroke, but much to my amazement, she doesn’t hold back.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” I reach down for her arms and lift her to her feet before sliding her thong down her legs. “Lie down with your head at the bottom,” I instruct, pointing to the foot of the lounger. She gives me a shy look before complying. I quickly go inside the cabin to retrieve a new toy from the sex cabinet. “I’ve been hearing a lot of good things about this and have been dying to see how it works.” I show it to her upon returning. “It’s called the Demonizer.”
“That rhymes.” She giggles. “A womanizer with a sex toy called the Demonizer.”
“Hey, you be nice or I’ll have to punish you,” I tease, bending over her and resting my elbows on either side of her hips and spreading her legs apart. “You have the sweetest tasting pussy,” I mutter as I run my tongue along her slick lips.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, immediately grabbing my cock and taking it into her hot mouth again. As she increases the intensity, I do the same, drawing her clit inside my mouth and working it between my lips and tongue. I strengthen my grip on her legs, keeping her from closing them, her immediate instinct. “Oh, my God.” I hear her muffled cry, suppressed by a mouthful of cock.
I let go of her legs, only to reposition my hands above them in order to spread them even wider. Her slick pussy lips glisten with juices, so I touch my tongue lightly against the left one, traveling down the length of it before coming back up the other side. I smile as there continues to be a series of strained moans coming from her. After circling her clit with my tongue a few times, I turn on the small device and hold it over her clit, using only the slightest pressure. Within seconds, I begin to feel the quiver of her legs. This is the exact response I was waiting for before increasing the intensity once again. I push my tongue as deeply as possible inside her while the Demonizer continues to do its job above. I keep her legs spread using my elbows.
“Oh, shit!” she screams, dropping my cock and sucking in a breath of air. “That’s so intense!”
I pull back but keep the toy in place, moving it in a small circle for added stimulation. After a moment or two, my tongue travels down her slit once again before driving as deeply as possible within her. I curl my tongue in search of those little bumps, and she begins to squirm even more violently beneath me. After a few seconds of intense moaning, I pull back but turn the Demonizer on high. An immediate cry comes from her lips, causing me to crack a smile of satisfaction. After several seconds of nonstop moaning and trembling, I drive my tongue back inside her one last time. Within seconds, she is flopping around beneath me, begging me to stop. Reluctantly, I oblige.
“I’ve never done that before,” I whisper after turning around so we are now both backward in the chair. “I always thought I had plenty of tongue for the job though.” Being able to touch the bottom of my chin with it was one of my special talents as a kid. I didn’t realize what a blessing that was until years later.
“That was completely insane,” she says breathlessly, gazing into my eyes and blinking as if she’s trying to regain her composure. I reach down into the pocket of my shorts and pull out a condom. There has been a persistent tension between us all morning in spite of everything, so I was hoping to fuck her out here in the sunshine. I assumed it would be after a couple of glasses of wine, but this is a pleasant surprise. I rip it open and roll it onto my rock hard dick.
“I can’t believe what you do to me,” I whisper, drawing her earlobe between my lips while slowly burying myself as deeply as possible within her. I hold it there momentarily while her body quivers beneath me. “You make me so hard.”
“Oh, God!” she cries out, loud enough to grab the attention of any neighbor within a quarter mile. “I can’t believe how you stretch me,” she says, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she adds, changing her tune as I begin to fuck her with all the power that comes with an overabundance of testosterone.
“God, I love this,” I admit as I grip the corners of the chair in an effort to keep the optimal position. I’ve never felt so lustful in my entire life. My body feels absolutely electrified. All systems are on high alert and sensitive as hell. I pull out completely before plunging back inside her, bottoming out and taking her lips in mine to muffle her cries. In a strange role reversal, I’m suddenly the one who is a bit self-conscious of someone noticing us.
“Where did that thing go?” she asks, referring to the Demonizer.
I reach back to grab it for her and reposition on my knees between her legs. As she begins to move it back and forth across her clit, I spread her legs and push back inside her. I can immediately tell that this is destined to be one of our favorites as I sense my head hitting her exactly in the sweet spot. A steady stream of satisfaction flows from her lips as I thrust my hips in a rhythm that matches her hand. “That has to feel incredible,” I comment, actually feeling a bit jealous.
“You have no idea.” She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I do have an idea, but she’s right. It’s only based on the intense orgasms I’ve seen when a woman stimulated her clit while I was fucking her. This is a whole new level. It’s the equivalent of having someone giving you oral while getting fucked. I know it’s only a matter of time before she has another explosive climax. I love watching her contorted facial expressions as she goes through the various levels of climax. She’s even more beautiful with that intense fuck face on.
Felicia
My hand begins to shake as I continue to focus on my clit while Rex fucks me in my new favorite spot. Another orgasmic wave washes over me, almost causing me to drop it, but I manage to hang on. He grips my legs tightly, maintaining complete control. There is no way I’m going to be able to escape, even if I can’t take anymore. I should probably stop stimulating my clit. I immediately discard the thought, searching for another experience like the one Saturday morning. I can feel the same sensation building within me, and this time, I know what to expect.
“God, you’re sexy right now,” he grunts, smiling down on me.
“This . . . is . . . insane . . .” I try to speak, but the intensity of everything makes it feel like trying to speak right after running a four-minute mile. The feelings that are welli
ng up from my core are so intense that all I can do is try to maintain some semblance of sanity. “Oh, fuck!” I cry out as he shifts his hips and drives deeper within me.
“Let’s go together,” he says, but whatever is going to happen is completely beyond anything that I control. My legs are trembling so violently that I would probably fall right off this lounger if they weren’t held so tightly within his grip. “Oh, fuck!” he yells out as an incredible wave washes through me and I again feel that strange release that is deeply satisfying beyond description. I hear a stream of incoherent babble pouring from my lips as I try to scramble away from him. “I’m almost there,” he says as the Demonizer falls from my hand and bounces on the deck. The sound of it buzzing against the composite material quickly vanishes as he drives me through another intense climax, this one being mutual. “Oh, my God. That was incredible,” he mutters in my ear. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
Anything that either of us could say in an attempt to describe it would be an understatement. At the moment, however, all I can do is try to catch my breath and cut my heart rate in half. My body is tingling from head to toe as he releases my legs and leans in to kiss my lips. I kiss him with a passion that before now has been foreign to me. It’s as if my lips have a mind of their own and are famished for his touch. “That was incredible,” I finally reply after blood returns to my brain. “You blew my mind again.” My lips immediately go back to his, not wanting this moment to end. The warmth of the sun radiating against my skin, combined with the aura he radiates, has me feeling warmer than is normally possible in Seattle. “I wish this moment could last forever,” I add, instantly hesitant that I might say too much.
“Me too,” he says with a warm smile, brushing the hair from the side of my face. “I know it’s ridiculous, but I feel so close to you. Like we’ve known each other for years. Do you ever think that maybe you’ve been here before and we knew each other in a former life?”
“I’m glad you said it, because that’s what I was thinking on Saturday,” I admit with a giggle. “I just didn’t want you to think I was crazy.”
“I’m glad you feel the same way, because it is crazy,” he says with an intense look in his eyes. “I don’t mind being crazy as long as I’m not the only one. I’ll gladly be crazy with you,” he adds, causing the warmth I’ve been feeling to penetrate right to my heart. I let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief and contentment that I’ve never known. “We should probably go in and get cleaned up,” he says with a chuckle. “Somebody’s going to eventually see us out here,” he says, but surprisingly, it doesn’t really faze me.
“Let them see,” I reply, giving him another little kiss. “For some reason, it doesn’t really matter. Does it?”
“Not really,” he agrees with a shrug. “I just don’t want to scar some kid who lives in the neighborhood.”
“That’s true.” I begin to sit up, suddenly jolted back to reality. “I can’t imagine seeing something like when I was a little kid. I would’ve been like What the hell are they doing, Mom?”
“Oh, they’re just wrestling,” Rex jokes. “Just like your father and I do every Sunday morning before church.”
“That’s hilarious!” I burst out laughing. “My Mom would so not say that! God forbid if her daughter actually knew that she had sex.” My thoughts wander off in that direction for a moment. “I wonder if she still has sex?”
“You’d be surprised by who still has sex,” he replies with a squeamish look on his face. “My aunt works in a nursing home, and she says it’s like Peyton Place. Which I guess means there’s lots of sex going on.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard my Mom say that too.” I think back to when my grandmother was in the home. “My grandma was always complaining that the old men were horny as hell. I had no idea what they were talking about at the time. It all went over my head.” I swipe my hand over the top of my head and laugh.
“Yeah, it’s funny how that happens. Some of the cartoons I watched as a kid are actually funnier as an adult.” He stands up and holds out a hand to help me up from the chair. My legs are still unsteady as I gather up my underwear and retrieve my dress from the railing. “I definitely need a quick shower.”
“Or a quick skinny dip,” he replies, nodding toward the water.
“One step at a time, cowboy.” I shake my head, still amazed that I just had sex outside. “If I go skinny dipping, I would prefer to do it after dark.”
“Cowboy? That’s funny.” He takes my hand and leads me back into the house. “I’ll show you to the master bath and get you a towel. You can even borrow my robe if you want.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you,” I reply with a sarcastic tone. “That makes up for not having any makeup or clean clothes.”
“Anytime.” He grabs his phone off the counter punches something into the search field. “According to this, there’s a great fabric shop that will be open in the morning.”
“You’re hilarious. Like I’m going to make myself a dress? I haven’t sewn a stitch in my life.” I take the towel from him and hang it next to the shower. “Do you have a sewing machine?”
“Yeah, right.” His eyes linger as I open the door and step into the shower.
“Well, are you going to join me?” I ask, noticing that his impressive tool is already rising to the occasion. “You have impressive stamina.”
“Well, the day that a naked woman as beautiful as you doesn’t keep me hard, I’ll consider life to be over,” he replies, placing his hand in the curve of my back and following me inside. Time for a little slippery fun.
Chapter 13
Rex
After completely exhausting ourselves, I go out to the deck to retrieve our glasses of wine and notice the Demonizer still lying out there. That was a successful test, I think to myself as my stomach growls. “I’m famished. Do you like Thai food?” I yell back to Felicia, hoping that I can order from the best little restaurant on the island.
“Love it,” she replies, putting her hair up in a towel. “I’ll have a spring roll and some spicy noodles if they have any.”
“They do. Two of my favorites,” I tell her, pulling up the phone number. I watch Felicia move around the house, checking everything out. By the time I have a live person who’ll take my order, she’s taken a spot on the love seat in front of the window. It’s a great spot to sit and relax while looking out at the beautiful blue water.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she says after I get off the phone. She looks out at the lounge chair where I made love to her earlier. “You bring out the wild in me.”
“I’m glad. I like you wild,” I tell her, taking the spot next to her. “I sent Barb a text to drop off your catalog at the printers this afternoon. I want to see what women think of it this weekend.”
“That’s awesome!” Her face lights up and she immediately perks up. “By the way, what’s in that cabinet?” she asks, pointing to the one with a loose padlock hanging on it.
“That’s where I stash all the toys that vendors send me,” I tell her, causing her eyes to widen. “If you liked the Demonizer, there are many more that we can try.”
“Like the Demonizer? I love the Demonizer.” The expression on her face backs up her words perfectly. “I’m finally starting to recover.” I can only laugh, knowing that it was an experience that neither of us will forget anytime soon.
“You can look through there later, but I need something to eat first,” I tell her, patting the top of her thigh. “You wouldn’t believe all the stuff that vendors send once they know you’re actively selling the stuff.”
“I can only imagine.” She pauses briefly. “Why do you have it out here in a locked cabinet?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, since I don’t really have a good reason. “I gave some of the initial vendors this address because I assumed I would be spending at least a few months out here. I don’t really want stuff like this lying around everywhere, so I keep it all in one spot out here.”
“Plus, your mom probably doesn’t come out here,” she says teasingly.
“She doesn’t even know the address,” I scoff. “That’s the whole point of this place. I’m going to have to flash your memory when you leave, too, so you don’t remember.”
“Why? Is this a one-time thing?” she asks, her expression suddenly darkening.
“No. I didn’t mean that.” I struggle to come up with words. “It was just a stupid joke. You probably never saw Men In Black.”
“Yeah, I knew what you were talking about. But I’ll never show up unannounced, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You can show up anytime you want,” I assure her. “In fact, I’ll bet you and I will spend most of our weekends out here this summer.”
“You think?” She raises her eyebrows.
“Hell yeah. As soon as we’re done with Sexapalooza, we can come out here the next weekend,” I offer, continuing to stroke her leg through the fuzzy robe. “I just heard a car door slam. It must be our food.”
“Wow, that was fast!” She jumps up and makes a break for the bathroom, not wanting anyone to see her with a towel on her head. She looks gorgeous in whatever she’s wearing, so there’s no reason to run. Now the delivery guy, on the other hand . . . he could use a little guidance. I give him an extra-large tip because a toe is sticking out of his converse and his car sounds like it’s in full cardiac arrest. Who knows, though? Maybe he’s got it all figured out, living on this beautiful island and working a no-stress job. He definitely seems relaxed and happy. Hopefully, I can get rid of some stress in the coming months.
“Mm, that smells great.” Felicia comes back into the room, her flowing hair all brushed out.
“See? You look great,” I tease her. “At least I have a brush, and I think there are even a couple of new toothbrushes in the drawer.” I retrieve plates and silverware for us while she unpacks our meal.
