As I dove into the pool, I wondered what my splash looked like.
“Have you taken swimming lessons? And diving lessons?” I asked as I cleared the surface of the water.
He wiped the water from his beard as he nodded his head, “At the Y. Figured when I bought the house I’d need to know how to swim and stuff, so I took lessons for a few years. You’ll find out I don’t do anything I can’t do properly. Ain’t nothin’ worse than someone tryin’ to do something and lookin’ like a fuckin’ idiot doin’ it.”
“Do I look like an idiot when I dive in?” I asked.
“No,” he chuckled.
“You lying?”
“Maybe a little,” he said as he swung his hand over the top of the water’s surface, splashing it into my face.
“You fucker,” I howled as I attempted to do the same.
Now in a heated splashing fight, we both swung our arms violently, splashing and screaming like children.
Being with Biscuit was so much different than being with Kyle. With Kyle, I was always on edge and wondering what his next complaint was going to be, and how he was going to treat me as a result of it. The tension between Kyle and I was thick, and I remained nervous throughout the entire relationship. At the time, I was convinced it was simply part of being with a man and the differences between men and women.
Actually being accepted by a man and not having to worry about being criticized for every mistake I made was a pleasant change, and certainly something I would have to get used to. I found myself waiting for the axe to fall with Biscuit, and it never did. Oftentimes I would do or say something I fully realized Kyle would explode about, and wait for Biscuit to do the same.
But the anger never came.
Truly grateful to have met him and pleased at our ability to be ourselves in each other’s presence, I swung my arms like a flailing fool. Eventually we both stopped. Declaring a winner would have been impossible; he had better precision, but I possessed more determination.
“Now I’m exhausted,” I sighed, “I’m glad it’s Saturday.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” he asked as he tossed his hair out of his eyes.
“Well, not everyone works on their own schedule. I’ve got the day off and no school, so I’m pretty happy. I get to relax,” I said as I waded across the pool away from him.
“Relax?” he said a she splashed water my direction.
I turned to face him as I pulled myself from the pool. As he gazed up at me, I pulled my bikini top down as if to resituate it. Intentionally, I pulled it a little too far, but acted surprised as my boobs popped free of the material.
“Yep,” I said as I glanced down at my breasts.
“Shit, they popped out, didn’t they,” I chuckled, “It’s tough to keep these big fuckers in here.”
“You tease,” he said as he splashed water at me.
“Tease?” I laughed as I pulled my top out and over my boobs, “I don’t think so.”
He nodded his head and stuck out his tongue.
“That’s teasing,” I sighed.
“Not if I’m willin’ to use it,” he responded.
I glanced around the deck. The entire pool area was protected from the neighbor’s view by a very tall privacy fence in every direction. I reached back, untied my top, and pulled my top over my head. As I reached for my bottom, he waded toward the side of the pool. While he was pulling himself from the pool, I relaxed onto the soft cushions of the lounge.
I sighed heavily as he walked my direction.
“I hate tan lines,” I said as I reached for my glasses.
“Damn shame,” he said, “I’m gonna lick that little pussy till you got a tan line of my head on your inner thighs.”
“Promises, promises,” I sighed as I put on my sunglasses.
As I felt his wet beard between my legs, I inhaled a deep breath and held it. Although I knew what was next, there was never anything I could do to prepare myself for it. No one could. The equivalent of riding a rollercoaster, jumping off a cliff, and witnessing a miracle all at the same time, having him lick my pussy was an entirely different kind of pleasure.
As his tongue slowly penetrated me, I exhaled and reached for his head. I lightly gripped it in my hands as he raised his chin and smiled.
“Fuck yeah, grab my head, Kat. Grab it and fuck my tongue,” he said through his teeth.
Being caught off guard by his unexpected request, I stared down at him through my sunglasses without responding.
I held his head loosely in my hands as he lowered his chin and began to lick me softly. As his tongue began to press against my lips, I felt myself open up like a flower, inviting him into my warm, wet folds.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Somewhat lost in the feeling of his tongue, the warm sun, and my developing love for his being, his consistent moaning reminded me of his request.
You better fuck his face, Kat. You don’t want to make him mad.
I gripped his head in my hands lightly and slowly raised my hips.
He pressed his tongue deeper, held it, and curled the tip into my g-spot.
I lowered my hips slightly.
His pulled his tongue from inside of me and flicked the tip against my clit.
Holy hell. I could get used to this.
I raised my hips again.
He presses his tongue deep inside of me and curled the tip into my g-spot. I held my hips against his face. The g-spot licking continued until I was dizzy and lightheaded.
I lowered my hips.
He licked my clit.
Well, he did say fuck my tongue, didn’t he?
As Bill Wither’s Use Me began to play over the stereo, I grasped his head in my hands firmly and began grinding my hips to the sound of the music. After a few seconds, I was grinding my hips against his face like it was my last chance. Completely separated from all that surrounded me, I continued until I had an orgasm in his mouth.
I pulled his head rearward and inhaled sharply.
“You okay?’ I breathed.
He raised his hand and wiped his beard, “Be a lot better if you’d fuck my face for a while. I don’t do this ‘cause I think you like it. I do it ‘cause I love it.”
“Now fuck my tongue,” he demanded as he lowered his face into my lap.
And who was I to argue with a demand like that?
I pressed my hands into the edges of the lounge and raised my ass from the surface of the chair. I held myself in position and released the edge of the chair. Using every muscle in my stomach, I ground my crotch into his face as I pulled against the back of his head with both hands.
His tongue deep inside of me, I had no intention of allowing him to catch a breath until I was done. Right now, this was about me, and I was going to take advantage of the situation fully. As I held his face against my swollen mound, he continued to curl his tongue against my g-spot. The tingling deep within me began and I held my eyes closed until I reached a heightened state of sexual sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced.
My breathing became choppy as I reached climax. I released the tension in my stomach and slowly collapsed into the chair, still holding his head tight against my pussy. As he worked his tongue in and out of me with great precision, I sighed, relaxed every muscle in my body, and released his head.
A tingling sensation between my ass, crotch, and nipples began. I felt pressure building inside of me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the sky, uncertain of what was happening. As his tongue pressed deeper and flicked against my g-spot one last time, I reached for his head and held it in place. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.
As I reached the peak of climax, I felt as if something inside of me had burst. The feeling continued for what seemed like forever, but couldn’t have been any longer than a second. I released his head, flopped my and to the side, and heaved a sigh from the depths of my soul.
“What happened?” I asked blankly as I felt him release his weig
ht from the chair.
“Fuck yes!” he growled as he stood.
I blinked my eyes and stared.
“What?” I shrugged as I attempted to sit up slightly.
“You came in my mouth. Like a ton. You squirted,” he grinned, “That was fuckin’ hot.”
“I what?” I gasped.
“You squirted. You came in my mouth like a faucet,” he said as he wiped his hand along his beard.
“Seriously?” I shrugged.
He released his beard and reached for his shorts, “Fuck yeah. We’re gonna have to practice that.”
“That was awesome by the way, I’m exhausted,” I sighed as he untied the drawstring in his shorts.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugged his shoulders and widened his eyes, “Well, I can’t fuck you with them on, now can I?”
I felt like I was still having an orgasm. My mind confused, and my body hypersensitive to everything, I sat and stared. The thought of sex wasn’t currently on the forefront of my desires. As he began to stroke his cock, my thoughts on the matter began to change. After a few seconds of watching him stroke his hand along the swollen shaft, I rolled onto my stomach, stuck my ass high in the air, and sighed.
“Come and get it, Dalton,” I breathed.
I felt the chair twist as he climbed onto it. With his chest pressed against my back and his thighs grazing against my ass as he situated himself on the flimsy chair, he moved his mouth to my ear.
With my ear against his lips, he inhaled a deep breath, sending chills down my spine. As I tilted my head his direction, attempting to force his mouth from my ear, he bit my earlobe and growled into my ear.
“Come and get it? No, Kat. I’m gonna take it,” he whispered.
“Oh God,” I sighed.
“You know why?” he breathed into my ear.
“Because it’s yours?” I squeaked.
He released my earlobe from between his teeth. “That’s right. My pussy,” he whispered.
Hearing him say it made me a melt. As I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my still throbbing pussy, I inhaled sharply, exhaled as he penetrated me, and bit my lower lip in anticipation of what was sure to come.
Slowly and steadily, he began to fuck me. With each stroke I was one step closer to collapsing in a pile on the lounge chair. Still recovering from the squirting, and feeling rather exhausted, I was providing very little to the sexual act with the exception of a wet willing hole.
I moaned as his pace and depth slowly increased. When he reached a point that he was stroking me with every inch of his cock, he dug his fingernails into my shoulders and forced me to arch my back.
“That’ll hit that spot,” he growled into my ear.
And he was right.
The tip of his ever so lovely cock was grinding against my g-spot with each stroke. No differently than someone shoving their fingers into my armpit and tickling me, his stiff cock was positioned perfectly and tickling me sexually.
He released my shoulder, and reached for my breasts. As he squeezed them in his hands, he continued to pull me rearward, forcing his swollen tip into my tingling g-spot.
Although I had no real way of knowing if all women shared my sexual chemistry, my boobs were connected by a direct sensual string to my pussy, and I enjoyed it immensely. As he squeezed them in his hands firmly and continued to fuck me, my body, mind, and spirit began to reach a heightened state of being.
“My tits,” he said as he squeezed them firmly in his hands.
“Yours,” I sighed.
“My fucking ass,” he said as he released my right boob and slapped his hand against my ass.
“Oh God yes. Yours,” I said through my teeth.
He slapped his hand against my ass again harshly, and then again. The force of his swats were a huge turn on, but took my breath completely from my lungs. As I attempted to catch my breath and focus on his cock, his hand gripped my neck.
As he squeezed my neck in his hand and turned my head to the side, I peered upward. His mouth opened slightly and he encompassed my lower lip in between his upper and lower lip, biting it slightly.
As he bit down with slightly more force, I groaned in pleasure. Certainly not for everyone, but a far cry from abusive, this was exactly what I desired in a sexual relationship - rough forceful sex at the hand of a bad boy who was, above all things, a good man.
As he released my lip and began biting along my shoulder he continued to squeeze my neck in his hand. With his left hand steadily squeezing my boob and pinching my nipple, he maintained a direct connection to my throbbing g-spot.
I was close. It was almost time. Reaching a point of sensory overload, my eyes began to open and close rapidly. His cock continued to pound against my g-spot with each stroke, bringing me one step closer to climax.
After dragging his teeth along my shoulder and up my neck, he breathed into my ear.
“Ready?”
“Uhhm,” I stammered.
He released my neck, pressed his hand against the back of my head, and forced my face deep into the bottom cushion of the lounge. Startled, I naturally tried to resist. As I arched my back against his hand, he pushed harder, pressing my face firmly into the bottom of the chair. Now incapable of speaking and barely able to moan, my muffled groans melted into the fabric before they escaped onto the deck of the pool as nothing more than silence.
My helpless state left me feeling sexually owned. Not abused. Not taken advantage of, and certainly not anything but the sexual property of Dalton Biskette. I had become Dalton’s, wholly and completely and he knew it. As he pulled against my hip with his free hand, I groaned into the chair and raised my ass high into the air.
I whimpered into the chair as he pounded himself into me harder and deeper than he ever had. Although I couldn’t see him, I suspected he was standing on the balls of his feet, forcing himself into me as deep as his cock, my pussy, and the laws of physics would allow. As his hips pounded against the cheeks of my ass, my swollen muff throbbed like a beating heart.
As I felt myself reaching climax, I screamed into the chair, his hand still pressing against the back of my head. For the sake of reassuring myself I was owned by the right man, I attempted to raise myself from the chair. A growl in return and a firm hand on my head reminded me I’d chosen the only one to properly tame me.
“Hold still, little girl, we’re almost done.” He growl as he continued to punish me with his throbbing shaft.
I cried out into the chair as I reached climax, sorry the entire neighborhood wasn’t able to hear my screams of pleasure.
I wanted the world to know I was satisfied.
For now, I’d settle for Dalton knowing.
As I felt his cock swell inside of me, I knew he was close to climax. As I bellowed my tune of ecstasy into the cushion, I felt his cock slowly pull from my dripping pussy. He moved his hand from the back of my head, causing my shoulders to naturally lift slightly.
“Turn around, I want you to see this,” he said under his breath.
With my boobs still resting on the chair and my ass still high in the air, I craned my aching neck to look behind me. As my gaze met his throbbing cock, I watched him stroke it twice before it exploded between my ass cheeks.
He stroked it a few more times, spurting warm cum onto my ass and pussy with each stroke. Some girls may have been repulsed. Some might have felt belittled or less of a woman as a result.
I felt blessed.
Because for that moment - as the cum ran along my ass and dripped onto the lounge - not only was I truly his, but he was mine.
And in my mind at least, there was no denying it.
KAT
Perfection. My life had become the definition of perfect. I prayed it would never change, tried to live with nothing more than a little hope - and cast any and all expectations to the wind. I would have never thought Dalton and I would have become so close, but I was sure glad we had.
As we sat across from each othe
r in P.F. Chang’s eating, I couldn’t help but wish the night would simply last forever.
He spooned more of the chicken and rice mixture into a leaf of lettuce and rolled it tightly. As he lifted it toward his mouth, he gazed past it and fixed his eyes on me.
“You suppose those fuckers in China or whatever actually eat this shit, or is it all a bunch of Americanized stuff?” he asked.
“Americanized. I don’t know. Yeah, I’d say Americanized,” I shrugged.
He took a bite of the lettuce wrap, swallowed it, and grinned as he pointed the remaining portion of the wrap toward me, “Well, either way, I fuckin’ like it.”
“I do too,” I said as I grabbed a wonton with my chopsticks.
“Ain’t figured out how to drive those damned things yet. You’re gonna have to teach me,” he said as he finished the last bite of his lettuce wrap.
“Okay,” it’s easy, “Lay one across your finger like this…”
I placed the middle of the stick in my web of my hand and rested the end of it on my middle finger. Carefully, I placed the other stick beside it and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger.
“And the other like that,” I said, “Now, you just click the ends together.”
“We’ll have to get us some of ‘em and practice. I ain’t lookin’ to be somebody’s fool up in here,” he said as he glanced around the restaurant.
“How are you two doing?” the waitress asked as she approached the table, “Does everything taste good?”
Dalton nodded his head as he wagged his index finger in the air, “Tastes damn good. Can you bring us another plate of the lettuce wraps? While she was eating those little dumplin’s I ate all the lettuce wraps. And bring me another glass of water if you don’t mind.”
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