“Isn’t it cool?” says Dan. “I think it’s closed now, but it’s called The Magic Gardens. If you come back in the day some time with me, we could take a tour of the inside.”
“Wow,” says Scout, reaching out and touching a piece of the smooth glass that makes up the wall, along with cement.
“That’s really something,” I say.
“Yeah,” says Dan. “The guy who made this basically spent his whole life making similar art projects. He has murals all over the city.”
“I’m cold,” says Scout, starting to shiver.
I wrap my arms around her and suggest that it’s time that we should be heading back.
“Good idea,” says Dan, checking his watch.
He guides us back to his car, and drives us smoothly out of the city into the suburbs where his house is.
“You look tired, Scout,” I say.
“I want to stay up with you two,” says Scout.
I wink at Dan, and listen to Scout tell me why she needs to stay up.
Of course, as always, a minute later, she’s so tired she can barely keep her eyes open, and I put her to bed, where she promptly falls fast asleep and starts lightly snoring, her eyes closed, her face up towards the ceiling, her cute little head resting peacefully on the pillow.
I head back into “my” room for a moment, intending to get changed into something more comfortable and perhaps more revealing.
Dan comes into my room, and smiles at me when he sees me starting to pull my shirt off. I leave it on, and walk towards him and wrap my arms around him, embracing him, and he kisses me on the lips.
“She get to sleep OK?” he says.
I nod. “She sleeps heavily,” I say, giving him a meaningful look.
“The walls are thick,” he says. “No sound goes from room to room. One of the few upgrades I’ve made to the house.”
“Good,” I say. “But you sure you don’t need to rest up for the big game?” I’m loving this little game of double entendre that we’re having. I’ve never thought of myself as someone who’s good at flirting, but maybe I’m good at flirting once I’m already in a relationship. But is this a relationship?
Dan opens his mouth but for a moment I realize I’m not listening at all to anything he says. All I can think about is that this would be a great moment to tell Dan about Scout, that she’s his daughter, and that I hid the pregnancy from him. But, there’s always an excuse in my mind. I can talk myself out of anything if I really want to, and right now I’m rationalizing not telling him by telling myself that I don’t want to screw up his performance tomorrow at the big game.
“You there?” says Dan, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, snapping out of it.
“You didn’t seem like you were listening?” says Dan. “Are you feeling OK?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry, it was nothing. My mind was just drifting… back to work, you know?”
“Yeah,” says Dan. “I bet that can be pretty stressful, having your own business.”
I nod. “Anyway,” I say. “Does Coach let you have some fun before your games?”
I grab his crotch jokingly to show him what I mean, and I’m surprised (although I don’t know why I should be) to find that his cock is already quite hard, greeting a sizable bulge in his pants.
“Coach says we’re not supposed to so much as mess around,” says Dan, imitating a very serious tone. “But I know better.”
His hand slides down my back and onto my ass. He squeezes it and I giggle.
“Let’s head into my room,” he says. “…Our room, I mean.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
I follow Dan, who leads me by the hand into his bedroom.
He pulls me gently down onto his big bed, which is cushy, but that’s the last thing on my mind. I’ve completely overtaken by his body, his breath, his hard and warm muscles, that feel good against me in the slight cold.
“It’s a little cold in here,” I say, laughing, kissing him, our hands all over each other.
“Let’s get under the covers, then,” says Dan, pulling a thick down comforter over the two of us.
It’s warm under here, and his body is like a furnace, generating a great amount of heat.
Dan’s hand goes up my shirt, massaging my breasts gently.
“That feels really good,” I say, relishing in the feeling of his strong hand on my bare flesh. Somehow he’s gotten my bra undone quickly without me even noticing. That’s not always a good sign, but in this case it’s a great one. He really knows what he’s doing.
Dan’s kissing me at the sensitive nape of my neck, on my ear lobes. He’s whispering hot things into my ear, telling me he wants to sink his thick cock deep inside me, telling me that he’s hard for me, that he can’t wait until he’s inside me.
He works his kissing down my body, removing my shirt completely in the process, my bra falling away. We’re almost completely under the covers, the atmosphere is warm, comfortable, intensely sexy. It feels like we’re in our own little world, away from everyone else, just able to enjoy one another’s bodies for all eternity.
Dan is kissing my breasts, his tongue lapping my nipples, and his lips sucking on them.
I moan in anticipation of what’s to come, and I moan with the pleasure, the subtle pleasure that I’m feeling with his lips all over me. I love the way he’s paying attention to every part of my body as if each and every part of my skin is incredibly important, as if my skin is the sensual organ that it really is.
“Oh, Dan,” I moan.
Dan growls a positive response, but doesn’t say anything as he goes farther and farther down. He’s at my belly button now. His strong hands are gripped around my back, pulling me up and towards him. The bulk of his body is over top of me, between my legs, with his torso and his legs resting on the mattress mostly, part of his big muscular weight on top of me.
Now Dan pulls my pants down in a swift motion. Just my panties remain, covering my pussy, which is ready, as ready as it’s ever been for Dan’s massive cock. I reach down and try to feel for his cock, but I can’t reach it. I know, though, that’s he’s rock hard, his pants barely containing his massive, throbbing member. I can perfectly picture his cock’s head when I close my eyes, and the way that it felt when it was in my mouth.
Dan’s licking my hips, at the indent where my legs meet my torso. He runs his rough tongue softly along my thighs, working his way down and down, closer and closer.
He surprises me by going all the way down to my ankles, cupping them in his hands and licking them, kissing them. Now he’s coming back up. This time he’s not going to be stopped. This time he means business, his fingers massaging my pussy through my thin underwear. I wore my special stuff today, the one pair that I’d been saving for years for that special night that I always wanted but never came. They’re lacy and fancy and they’re practically see-through, a fact that makes it all the more obvious right now how excited I am. My breathing is ragged and fast, my breasts rising and falling. I put one hand on my own breast and squeeze myself. The other hand goes onto Dan’s head, working its way through his thick hair, massaging his sexy head, his scalp.
“I’m going to show you how good this can really feel,” growls Dan, and a moment later he’s pulled my panties off, so quickly that I wonder if he’s ripped them, but I don’t care. That’s the last thing I care about right now.
Dan’s hands are on my thighs, pulling my legs apart, pressing my knees into the soft mattress. I’ve never felt so safe, so taken care of, as right now, under the covers with Dan.
The covers are still over my head completely, the light steaming in from the sides, through the seams.
Dan kisses my pussy, a delicate and soft kiss.
Slowly, very slowly, he begins to change his kiss into licking, into the more pleasurable sensation that I can ever remember feeling in recent years. It’s almost as pleasurable as an orgasm already, with the waves
of pleasure riding through me. I’m like some surfer out in the wild ocean, the strong sun blasting down onto me, warming my body in a way it’s never been warmed before, striking all the way through to my bare soul.
Dan’s slowly involving his hands into the mix, exploring me, inserting a finger slowly, ever so slowly into me. I gasp and moan as it comes inside me.
He keep slicing me, his rough but soft tongue changing constantly the way it’s working, long, powerful strokes and shorter, faster ones, delicate and then powerful, all the while through the changing tempo working up into an absolute frenzy.
His tongue is hitting my clit quickly now, and two fingers are inside me, penetrating my delicate body, pumping in and out. They’re pleasurable, but they’re just making me hungry for his thick cock. I need him inside me. I crave him, and I crave his cock. I need to be filled up with him, that sensation that’s indescribable, in which my body feels complete and whole, in complete accordance with the pleasure that we all need to feel.
The orgasm comes on me suddenly, a huge flush of pleasure. I gasp as it surges through me unexpectedly. I can feel Dan reacting, responding to my body’s new desires. He only increases his speed, increases the intensity. I love the feeling of his face right between my legs, buried and working away. It’s so intimate, so close, so personal and so hot.
I scream out, not too loud, since I’m trying to restrain myself. I’m moaning involuntarily.
I close my eyes and open them, and I can barely tell the difference. My vision is changed during the orgasm, during the rush of it all, a fuzziness and warmness replacing my field of vision. My breathing is quick and intense.
Only after it’s over do I realize that my legs have been involuntarily gripping Dan’s head, so as to keep him between my legs, not that he would want to move anyway.
“That was so hot,” whispers Dan deeply in my ear, coming up over top of me, his thick, powerful chest resting against my breasts.
“That was…” I say, and then start giggling. “It was so hot.”
But the giggles fade away quickly into completely lust.
“I need you,” growls Dan, his voice deep and powerful.
“I need your cock inside me, Dan,” I whisper.
Dan’s cock is hard and ready. His pants come off, thrown onto the floor in a frenzy.
“I need you right now, Dan,” I moan. “I can’t wait any longer.”
His fingers move aside and the thick head of his cock presses against me in my most delicate area, right up against my outer lips.
“I need you!” I cry out, and Dan finally obeys, done with teasing me.
The head of his immensely thick cock slides into me easily. Soon, the rest of it follows, ever so slowly.
I cry out as I take the entire length into me. It’s never felt this good before.
The covers fly off onto the floor as Dan flicks it off with a single throw from his arm, a single powerful movement. It was becoming uncomfortably hot, and now we’re going to fuck in the open air of the bedroom, slightly cool, but we’re generating enough heat.
Dan’s moving into me slowly, in and out, his strong hips rocking against me gently.
His hands are on my breasts, now cupping my face. He looks me directly in the eyes.
“Faster!” I cry out, desperate for the entire experience.
Dan obeys, and increases the speed that he’s thrusting into me with.
The pleasure is intense. It feels like an intense ache and desire that’s finally once and for all being fulfilled. Nothing has ever felt better than this, and it’s hard to imagine that anything else ever could, not in a thousand years.
But I suddenly realize I want to be with Dan. And this isn’t like before, but I realize that I really, really want to be with him… for a long, long time, forever perhaps.
He’s staring deep into my eyes and I’m staring back, biting my lip, trying to keep relatively silent, but the moans escape from me no matter what I try to do.
Dan’s grunting softly in pleasure, deep masculine grunts as his cock fills me over and over.
“On your back,” growls Dan, and he helps me onto my stomach, since he knows I like it like this.
His cock is pressed against my ass, which suddenly feels sexy for the first time in a while. Sometimes it takes the strong desire of a real man to make you feel sexy again, and that’s exactly what he’s doing to me.
I see him staring at the side of my breast that’s pushed into the mattress, which feels pleasurable and comfortable to me, the soft padding enveloping my body the way only a foam pad can. But what really feels good is when Dan presses down his torso onto my back, and again I feel that my back is sexy and slim, curved in just the right way. Dan’s running his fingers down my back, tracing my spine.
A moment later, his cock is against me, and now it’s entering me, filling my pussy deliciously.
“Oh my God!” I cry out as his cock his a completely new spot. Before Dan, I never suspected I could have vaginal-only orgasms, without any extra stimulation, but trust me, once you feel the real thing, the real deal, with a real connection with the guy, there’s no going back, and there’s no more doubting. I feel it and I know it. There’s nothing else to compare it to.
He’s pounding into me fast now, letting his body rest on me. He’s holding onto me with his hands, pulling my body down onto his cock as he slams into me. His body makes a sound as it hits my ass, my legs.
“Oh Dan!” I cry out, oblivious to how loud I am. (It’s a good thing the walls are very sound proof, and no sound can escape.)
“You’re so fucking sexy, Chloe,” growls Dan.
I’m getting close to coming now.
It floods me unexpectedly, just like the last time, hitting me suddenly as if something inside me suddenly pops, the orgasm breaking forth from its shell where it was lying dormant, hidden away.
Just after it breaks, Dan increase his pace.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, my hands wrapping around Dan’s strong huge back, clutching him as if for dear life, as he slams into me. I need him inside me, constantly, quickly, thrusting into me with all his power.
“I’m not going to let you get away with just two,” growls Dan, his cock still raging hard, as he pulls me up and guides me gently to the edge of the bed.
He pulls my legs down to the floor so that my feet are resting on the ground, with my body lying on the bed. I’m face down, my ass facing up right on the corner of the bed.
Dan stands behind me, sliding his cock into me greedily, grunting as he fills me again.
He doesn’t waste any time this time. He’s got his hands on the sides of my back, gripping me tightly, his cock piercing me in a complete fury.
I cry out and Dan grunts and we fall into the most intense fucking I’ve ever experienced, Dan moving in a blur of speed and power behind me. My face is down into the bed, and I turn it now so that I look back and see Dan behind me, out of the corner of my eyes. He’s standing, his muscles tensed, the look of compete desire and concentration on his face, in his eyes, down to his pupils.
There’s no breaking his concentration. He thrusts into me with such power that it hurts a little, but that’s it, the orgasm breaking again, easily this time.
It’s even more pleasurable than the last one, if that’s even possible.
“Don’t stop!” I cry out, even though Dan’s not showing any signs of stopping. I guess I’m just becoming frantic at the idea that he might suddenly stop.
Dan’s breathing heavily. I can tell that he’s close to coming, but I know that he can hold off for me. That’s the type of man he is. He’s a real man. He can do it. He’s strong enough, with an iron clad will that can surpass all other obstacles, even though his body is already steel-tough strong, his muscles like iron bands, thick and hard and with an incredible tensile strength.
Dan slams into me repeatedly as the orgasm overtakes me completely. I’m crying out and screaming and moaning and I lose track momentarily of where I am. The
only thing I know is that Dan’s thrusting hard into me. The only thing I know is his body and his thick cock.
Finally, the brunt of the orgasm is over. I want more. I want to keep his cock inside me forever. But this one was so deeply satisfying that I’m OK for now.
It’s time for Dan to come. He grunts as he removes his cock from me. I instantly miss it, but I’m also satisfied already.
I sit up on the bed, kneeling before Dan, my knees sinking into the mattress. Dan stands in front of me, his hand on his cock, moving it back and forth furiously.
I take his cock in my two small hands, and use both of them to milk his cock, pulling the come from it. Dan grunts as he comes, his cock spurting its thick load in ropes and ropes that shoot out at me, landing on my breast.
Dan strokes my hair gently as his breathing slowly starts to slow down.
“Wow,” he says.
“Wow is right,” I say.
Dan helps me clean off with a tissue, and the two of us crawl into bed, completely naked.
I curl up in the crook of Dan’s arm, placing my hand on his strong chest. His skin feels warm and wonderful. As we start to cool off, Dan pulls the thick blanket off from the floor where he tossed it, and places it gently over the two of us. I’ve never felt so calm or at peace. Dan’s arm is around me and it’s thick and strong, powerful and muscular, and I’m safe.
Dan
Well, I didn’t exactly follow Coach’s recommendation to avoid sex, or to go easy. Not in the least bit. Chloe nearly took everything I had, but despite all that, I’m feeling unusually clear headed and limber in the morning.
I head over to the stadium bright and early, letting Chloe and her daughter Scout sleep in. I don’t want to wake them up so early, so I grab coffee and a couple breakfast sandwiches on the way to the stadium, rather than cooking. Unlike other athletes, I’m not too picky about my food, and I don’t have any kind of special dietary requirements or weird rituals that I follow in terms of food or anything else. I’m just not that kind of person. I’m more practical. I figure I just need calories and protein and carbs before a game in order to perform well. Coffee helps too, but I don’t overdo it. Don’t want to be jittery with a ball in your hands sprinting through defensemen.
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