“Anyway, Tony recommended this site called Bon d’age, and with Brett’s Sabine being French and all, I was all for it.”
That made no sense at all. Nothing my family ever did made sense though.
“Why would being French have anything to do with that?” Sonya squeaked, sounding like she was suffocating from holding in her laughter.
“Duh! It means ‘good age’ in French. Bon is good and d’age must be of age or some shit. Anyway, it had all of this handy stuff on it, and I saw this swing and fell in love. You can put your legs in these thingy’s,” he waved his hand at the leg restraints. “And even better, you don’t get a sweaty crack because you can keep them as far apart as you want. My balls are loving it just now.”
I was gonna puke again, I could feel it. Then I really was going to die. Life wouldn’t be cruel and keep me breathing, I refused to believe it. Miracles happened, and right now I was praying for one.
As always, my luck was for shit, because gram walked out holding a leather paddle. “This is freaking awesome. I’ve hit every fly so far!”
“Told you,” Gramps crowed, and high-fived her. “We gotta go back on and get some more shit from that site. They had these plugs for bottle stoppers in every size of bottle, and you can pick whatever color you want! Hey, you wanna have a go on this? I can push you from the front and the back! Just keep your legs open and I’ll stand between them if you want it from the front.”
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I started to hobble back to my house not looking to see if Sonya was following or not. With any luck, a sink hole would open up between here and there and I’d fall to my death.
It had been ten days since ‘ball-gate’, and at one point I’d thought that they were going to explode – in fact, I’d prayed for it. The pressure had been overwhelming and even breathing had hurt them. I used to laugh at the cartoons when they’d drop something on their foot, or slam their fingers in something, and it would go red and throb. Now, I knew how that felt, except it was much higher up and had turned black.
I still couldn’t understand how such a fucking massive rock had found its way into that field, and then had hidden in the grass just waiting for my ATV to go over it and for the underside to hit it and projectile me forward into the gas tank in front of me. Most people probably would have been thrown over the handle bars to land on the softer cushion of the tall grass, but not me. Oh no, my huevos had been scrambled as they took the full force of my body weight going forward. I was never eating eggs again. The thought of the shells cracking open was too close to home for me.
I’d just woken up and was walking as quietly as I could around the sleep freak. I was going to do my morning ritual in the bathroom – which now included a check to make sure that Russell the love muscle and his two neighbors hadn’t fallen off through the night. Logically, I knew that it wouldn’t happen, but then I thought about the babies of my family’s umbilical cords when they were brought home. Lifting up Louis and this dried and shriveled thing falling off him onto my leg scarred a man for life. It had just been me and Cole when it had happened, two people who knew jack shit about stuff like that, and he’d been adamant that it was his son’s dick. Neither of us wanted to be the one to confirm it by opening his diaper, but I’d lost the paper – scissor – stone - lizard - Spock game and had to do it. When we couldn’t figure out where the lump had actually come from, because the kids junk all seemed to be in place, we’d called mom who had explained it. The mental replay of what it looked like was impossible to forget, and every night since my accident, I’d had a nightmare about the same thing happening and it actually being my cock. That sort of shit makes you paranoid!
I’d just looked down and was breathing a sigh of relief when the bathroom door opened, and Sonya stood in the doorway glaring at me – at least, I think she was glaring. Her eyes were barely open, so it was hard to tell.
“Do you have to sound like a tsunami when you piss?” she snapped.
Some might think that I needed my head checked, again, but at that moment, the penis hiatus hit me. Quickly washing and drying my hands, I stalked toward her, lunged and flung her over my shoulder praying that she wouldn’t kick my dick and the poor abused twins who’d all apparently now recovered from their trauma.
“I will kill you,” she growled, and then bit into my ass through my boxers as I walked toward the bed.
“Game on, pretty girl!”
Sonya
All I’d intended on doing was killing him for the sounds of a jet taking off that were coming from the bathroom as he peed. The next thing, I was rudely flung over his shoulder and then he threw me onto the bed – before I’d even had coffee. So now, I would have to kill him twice.
I opened my mouth to do the kind thing and let him know that he was about to spend his last moments breathing, when the bulge in his boxers caught my attention. By the beard of Zeus, it was huge and, from the looks of it, still growing.
“I want to do this nicely,” he rasped. “But if you keep on looking at it, I won’t be able to do that.”
Raising my eyes to his to tell him to fuck off nicely, I noticed for the first time that he had tattoos all over his chest. How hadn’t I seen these before?
“Oh shit, you have ink!” It had always been a weakness of mine, but I was too much of a pussy to go and get one myself. Also, I was indecisive and could never choose what I wanted to have put on me for life. Then there was the small matter of hating needles…why was I thinking about this shit right now? “Why am I just seeing these?”
Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head looking somewhat embarrassed. “We were a bit drunk the last time.”
Truly taking in everything that was Thomas Townsend for the first time, I realized quite a few things. This man really was a great guy. His expression at that moment showed that he regretted neither of us being able to remember the last time we’d been naked in bed together, and that he felt guilty for it. He also wasn’t the confident guy that he tried to make out to the world that he was. In fact, right now, he looked self-conscious. He was also holding on by a fine thread, but I wanted to snap it – so I did.
Lunging up, I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down, getting hit in the nose by his cock as it embraced its freedom. His groan as it made contact made me pull back slightly to check that it wasn’t a painful instead of a pleasurable one, but the hand in my hair quickly assured me that it wasn’t.
Running my tongue softly over the tip, I licked away the little bead of moisture that was there pulling another groan from him.
I wasn’t experienced in this, I’d been too focused on getting to where I wanted to be to indulge in what most college students had, and right now I felt slightly nervous that I wouldn’t be able to please him. One thing that I did have going for me was that I was a fast learner and paid attention, this all came in handy as I started to gently run my tongue down the length of him, focusing on the areas that got the deepest groans from him.
A tug on my hair pulled me back up to the top, and I took the tip between my lips making sure to get as good a seal around it as I could before sucking gently.
“How much can you take?” My eyes flicked up to find him watching me with a look on his face that encouraged me to find out. So, I did!
Opening my lips up and relaxing my jaw, I slid my mouth further down his length, making sure to keep my teeth as covered as I could. An accidental bump or hard scrape was going to hurt like a bitch, and the poor guy had been through enough crotch-kill as it was.
Once I’d taken as much as I could without my gag reflex embarrassing me, I returned to the sucking that I’d been doing before, hoping like hell that I was doing it right.
“Harder!” The word was groaned out with such force, that it encouraged me to do as he was saying. I’d never been great at taking orders, but on this occasion, I was beyond delighted to do it.
Moving my head back up to the tip, and then back down it, I continued to suck and flick m
y tongue periodically. I could feel his body shaking slightly where I was holding him on his hips. I wasn’t sure if I was holding him as tightly as I was to keep him in place, or to stop myself falling onto him and dying from a cock through the brain.
After a couple of minutes though, my inexperience started to make me feel paranoid. I’d watched a porno once where the chick had been going down on the guy and he’d come quickly. Was I not doing it right? Then my jaw started to ache, and a memory of lying in the dentist’s chair getting a root canal last year hit. My jaw had been open for so long, that it had started to cramp and spasm. What if that happened now? I’d end up biting him in half!
Maybe my body language changed, or maybe the weird bastard had some sort of psychic powers, but as soon as the mental image of spitting out half of his penis crossed my mind, he moved his hands to my cheeks and gently pulled me off his cock.
“My turn!”
I didn’t have a chance to wonder what that meant - although for a second, I thought he was gonna suck it himself, my brain was just that focused on his dick. Then, I was spun around so that I was facing the pillows, with my ass in the air.
“I’m not sure that…” Obviously, facing away from him, I never saw his hand lift, but I sure as shit felt the sting when it connected with my right ass cheek.
“Quiet! I’m in the zone.”
Zone? What zone? At this moment, the only zones we were in were his bedroom, his bed and my ass was in the air zone – something that I was very conscious of the longer it continued to just wave at him. At least, that’s what it felt like it was doing. Another smack to the butt pulled me away from this line of thought.
“Shall I tell you what I’m going to do?” He asked as he leaned over and started to kiss across my shoulder.
“Turn me around so that I can see you and so that my ass isn’t in your face?” I felt the rumble of his laughter in his chest on my back, and it was one of the best things that I’d ever felt.
His tongue started to trail across the area that he’d just kissed until it hit the area between my shoulders.
“No,” his answer was almost disappointing, I’d been so hopeful. “I’m going to lick you,” he trailed his tongue down my spine slightly. “Then kiss you,” he punctuated that with a kiss in the center of my back. “Then, I’m going to fuck you.” He nipped a patch of skin that was now so wired that I almost melted onto his bed. “All while you’re just like this.”
I was picturing what he’d just described, and it sounded freaking awesome. Well, maybe with one difference i.e. in that position his nose would be right next to my butt hole. The hole in my butt. The one that… The roughness of his palm across the sensitive skin of my ass cheek made me shift slightly.
“Behave!”
It was another order that I was happy to follow now. Fuck the fact that my big booty was taking up his field of vision. For all I cared, it could have neon lights and tinsel on it whilst it played carols – I only wanted what he’d just promised.
The rough pads of his fingers moved from my ribs down to the outside of my hips, and I heard the sound of him moving. Then, I changed my mind on what the best thing I’d ever felt was – now, it was his tongue trailing slowly up my inner thigh as his fingers tightened slightly to keep me from moving. He didn’t have to worry about that when his tongue flicked up the crease where my thigh met my cooter, I wasn’t moving a muscle.
That all changed when he pulled back and his hands moved to the insides of my thighs to open me up for the next onslaught of that magic Tom-tongue. I jerked slightly at the sensation, something I’d never experienced before, and then on the second pass, when he pushed in more firmly with it, the top half of my body hit the duvet as I buried my face into it to muffle my groan.
If he stopped, I’d kill him…
“I want to hear it,” he pulled his face away to say. Luckily for him, it was a matter of a second before he was back to licking and flicking, or I really would have killed him, or smothered him with my vagina. I wonder if he’d be the first man in history to be muff-snuffled?
The slap that landed on my ass cheek pissed me off for many reasons. The main ones being – it hurt, it meant his hand wasn’t where it had been before, his thumb had been making its way toward my clit, he could apparently read my mind, and it jerked my body away from the location that his tongue had been at that second which had been awesome.
“Stop doing that!” It sounded snappy and pissed off in my head, but when your face is surrounded by a duvet that was so poufy that you were spitting out mouthfuls of it every time you panted, it probably just sounded like gibberish to him.
Not wanting him to pull away and reply, I pushed back slightly to give him the message - receiving another spank for my efforts. As soon as this was over, no maybe after ten times of this, I’d kill him. A pillow over his face in his sleep. Maybe I’d bring out the ATV and see if I could fool him into…smack! Okay, right after this one time. I’d at least have the memories of it.
That all changed in the blink of an eye and his life was spared when he caught my clit between his lips and sucked hard, pushing a finger into me at the same time. I would have been ashamed that I came so easily if it hadn’t been a back crack-a-lackin orgasm.
It also meant that I gave him what he’d wanted earlier, which was to lift my head up and scream. All of those times that I’d rolled my eyes at the chick in porn who was making animal noises and screaming her head off – I had no idea it could actually happen.
I was still coming when he shifted again and the next second, he was pressing into me.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, my head falling back down again, almost burying itself back in the covers before he gently grasped a handful of hair and tugged it back up again.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned as he pressed firmly into me before withdrawing slightly and pushing forward again. “You’re so damn tight.”
I’d take his word for it, vaginas were an enigma to me. “Maybe it’s your penis?”
He huffed out a laugh on his next thrust which seemed to give it more power. Maybe he could do that each time?
With every press forward, a slow retreat followed it. It was like some sort of sex torture because I just wanted him to fuck me with his massive cock. I wasn’t asking for anything out of the bounds of possibility, I really wasn’t.
Opening my mouth to relay this request, I almost bit my tongue off when on the next thrust, he stopped his slow retreat and instead moved his hands either side of my hips and started to power in and out of me. I’d always been an inquisitive person, full of questions about everything, but for the first time in my life I had none. I more than likely was losing my cognitive functions too. My mind went blank, focusing only on Tom’s dick and the heaven that he was creating with it.
His hand crept towards my clit as he started to thrust harder - how he still had more power to give I’ll never know, but he did. Just as his finger started to rub in circles, I came. Literally fractured into tiny little pieces.
That wasn’t enough for Tom though – the overachieving bastard wanted more which he proved by looping his arms around my waist and lifting me until my back met his front and I was sitting upright in his lap.
Sucking on my neck and more than likely leaving a mark, he rasped, “More!”
Then, his hand moved back down my front and he caught my clit between two of his magical fingers capable of sex sorcery and squeezed. Clamping down around his cock which was now thrusting up harder into me, I gasped and reached back, grabbing a handful of his rock-hard ass cheek. Mother humper, was there nothing about this man that wasn’t made of stone right now?
Raising us so that we were balanced more on our knees now, he powered into me and rubbed the two fingers hard on my nub. This time when I came, it was with my entire abdomen clenching down tightly and bright lights going off behind my eyelids. I might have screamed, the rumbling on my back might have been him groaning this time, I wouldn’t know.
My la
st thought before I slumped back face down on the bed was – so that’s why I had an aching cookie last time. At a time like this, I didn’t think that the technical term vagina was attractive – it was so scientific and what had just happened was as far away from that as possible.
“Don’t move. I think my piercing is stuck in your hair,” he panted into my ear.
Piercing? “What piercing?”
“Left nipple.”
Forgetting that it was caught up in my hair, forgetting that we were still connected in pleasurable places, I pulled my head forward as I went to spin, making him yell out in pain and me freeze in place.
“Oh shit, your balls,” I gasped, suddenly remembering the hell he’d been through the last week and a half. How the shit had he managed to have sex, let alone as hard as we had? “Are you okay? Did I break them again?”
“No,” he whined. “But I think you tore my nipple off. What part of ‘don’t move’ didn’t make sense?”
“I don’t do orders,” I snapped.
“You do when I spank you,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was still tense with the pain, but it had an automatic effect on my vagina, even though his assumption that I’d do as I was told every time he told me to do something had my hackles up.
I’d let him live. My vagina was begging me to!
Chapter 7
Tom
“D id you know that your grandfather has a…,” Coleman looked at his men who were standing behind him with their arms crossed, “sex swing?” he hissed.
Sighing, I leaned back and prayed that this shit would just end. Another big box had been delivered to their house this morning and I was dreading what else they’d bought that they were now using as everyday use. Grams had even offered to buy us all the new ‘fly swatters’ that never missed the buggers, and Gramps had been rubbing a string of anal beads over his neck last night because they ‘gave the best massage ever’. Tony was now on my shit list.
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