by Criss Copp
I can’t stop looking into her eyes... she’s completely owning me in this moment; and if she turns around right now and tells me she wants to live in a fucking shanty in the middle of the Simpson Desert, I’ll be carrying her the entire way there and becoming her sex slave.
“Oh God... oh God... Oh my fuck... oh... farck... farrrck... Jeezus fucking God! Farrrckkk!” I scream. I hope Silas doesn’t come running up to see me with my cock in his sister’s mouth and her finger up my arse. But then again I’ve lost all ability to care as I shoot everything I can manage straight down her throat... again and again.
Jade.
“That Sir; is cataclysmic... and thank you for calling me God. Your meal will be served when you can breathe again!” I say to Ben who has flopped on the bed after coming in my mouth and deciding standing is not what he can currently manage.
“Meal?” he asks groggily.
“My pussy waits to be devoured.” I explain. No, it really does... the ache is deep... actually I’ve changed my mind... I’m starting to touch myself, because I’m being consumed in flames.
“Holy fuck.” He says reverently, watching my fingers administer attention to myself. “I’m on it... I can’t stand, but I can certainly suck on your pussy!” he says, using his arms to push me up the bed till my head is bashing against the headboard.
“God damn it!” I say, my head feeling a little cramped.
“Sorry, but there’s a pussy that needs attention here.” He says before attaching his mouth to my clit and beginning to suck and lick it to oblivion.
“Farck.” I find myself moaning as he sucks my clit up into his lips and then licks it sharply; and then he’s entering me with his fingers, before pulling them out and pushing them back in, building up a rhythm. Then his other hand comes in to give me some attention, and he swiftly does a switch of hands, so his new fingers are inside me, and his previous fingers are moving down to my anus.
And then he suddenly pulls his mouth off my clit.
“I’m sorry, this is bad timing I know, but have you ever had anal sex?” he asks, lightly playing around my anus with his fingers, at the same time that his other fingers are embedded in my pussy...
“Once; I was with a bisexual male for ten months... I had to try it once!” I reason and answer.
“I’m a heterosexual male and I’ve had anal sex once!” he says.
Okay...
I know he probably meant that he’s fucked a woman up the arse once... but please. Can you at least put yourself in my position and at least understand that right now I’m thinking about him being fucked up the arse! I am also experiencing heightened emotion, and we just had a fight...
So of course... I burst out laughing; mid finger fucking sex... he’s still got two fingers in my vagina, slowly pumping away!
“I think I’m choking...” my voice gargles because I did the whole swallow and breathe thing at the same time.
“Fuck Red!” he grumbles and laughs at the same time. “I’m trying to... fuck!” he says again, pulling his fingers out of me and laughing a little. “I know what it sounds like, but... shit!” he starts laughing. “I totally fucked up that sentence didn’t I?” he asks, chuckling.
“Yes!” I say, trying to calm down.
“Stop laughing Red!” he growls.
“I’d... like... to, but... your arse!” I try to explain.
“Fuck this...” he curses; and the next thing I know is he’s flipping me over onto my stomach... then he’s kneeling behind me, and pulling my hips up so my arse is in the air.
“Grab the headboard.” He orders me. I comply; I’m still chuckling a little... lightly now, because the surprise of him throwing me around has refocussed me.
“Don’t let go of the headboard, and stand on the bed, bent over at your waist!” he demands.
“Like this?” I ask breathlessly, doing his bidding.
But Ben doesn’t bother saying anything; he simply kneels behind me, and brings his face forward so that his mouth can devour my pussy from behind. His hands are at the tops of my thighs, and he is using his thumbs to open my pussy up for him.
He’s caressing my clit with his tongue exquisitely, and then drawing his tongue back around till he reaches the entrance of my pussy... where he plunges his tongue in a number of times, before using the muscle to caress its way back up to my clit again and repeating the whole process.
I’m moaning, groaning and pleading for release; he’s completely undoing me. The build up from my previous aching need has returned and it is demanding to be sated. I’m burning up, I’m clamping down, and I’m struggling not to lose my legs out from under me.
Aching... aching need; necessitating a release. My body is begging me to fall, the pulsing is building... he’s so fucking close!
Ben brings me close to fulfilment, and I’m standing on the precipice, waiting to be pushed off and experience the free fall of incredible pleasure; and now he’s concentrating entirely on my clit. He must be able to feel the throbbing tick behind it, indicating my impending explosion, because he reaches his arms through my parted legs and pinches both my nipples, extra hard.
“Aaarrgh!” I scream out as my orgasm tears through my body and reduces me to a quivering mess.
“Don’t let go.” Ben demands, and I somehow manage to hold on with my wilting limbs... while he is holding my arse up, having wrapped his arms around the top of my thighs, and he’s slowly lowering me to the bed.
“I need you to kneel Red... kneel for me, and cling on to the headboard.” He requests.
I nod and arrange my quivering legs to compliance.
I feel Ben’s cock now that I’m situated in front of him, and he’s guiding it into my pussy, where he slides it into my pulsing centre.
“Fuck, I just don’t think I can get enough of this Red... you feel so fucking good; all the time.” He says. And then he’s moving inside me.
I’m clinging to the headboard, while Ben is pounding into me from behind. I can feel his hips bouncing back off my arse, and I can feel his fingers digging bruisingly deep into my skin, where he pulls and pushes my hips to meet with his thrusting. The friction is creating a sucking vacuum, I can hear the telltale wet sounds and noises of our vigorous fucking... and I can feel the pulling sensation of my pussy grabbing a hold of my womb and demanding an earth-shattering orgasm of its own; just like the roaring heights of Ben’s. The slick sounds, the pulling and sucking sensations; coupled with the moaning and groaning that Ben is projecting, and the keening wail that I am forced to release as a result is sending me toward the elevated reaches of an unbelievable orgasm.
He’s incredibly vocal tonight. I hear him curse, praise and call me God! I myself am screaming in hoarse cries of pleasure, insisting on saying his name in pleading tones and requesting more from him.
Ben.
The build up I am experiencing is massive; perhaps due to the cataclysmic orgasm I had previously, but every time she says my name, it brings with it a flood of desperate emotion and need... the perfect fuel for the tsunami that is welling within.
I can feel her unravel before me... I can feel the clenching constriction of her inner walls as they suck my cock to come. She can’t hold on much longer... her whole chest is drooping towards the bed, and her hands are barely clinging to the bed anymore.
“Ben... fuck... Ben!” she chimes in desperate, wanton whimpers.
It’s enough to release my flood gates and see me erupt within her.
“Fuck... Red... shit... JADE.” I shout my final release as I unbelievably empty myself inside her again tonight... thrusting till I know there’s nothing left, and we’re both ready to fall.
We drop down to the bed, and I pull her to me and bury my face in her hair, breathing her scent in and feeling overwhelmed with the love I have for this complicated and frustrating woman.
“So good... just so good Ben; I feel like I should tear your head off and eat you like a Prey mantis!” Jade puffs.
“Excuse me
?” I ask confusedly.
“Female Prey mantises eat their male counterpart after hot sex.” She explains.
“Like Black Widows.” I say.
“No... Black Widows’ suck the body of their lover out of the skin... Prey mantis’ rip the head off their lover and then devour them... and not in a nice way! Think Hannibal Lector!” she explains.
“Yay... well, I’m pretty glad you aren’t a Prey mantis, I mean they’re fucking ugly anyway... I like the way you look.” I explain. She smiles... I know she does, even if I can’t see it.
The rest of the night has me turning into a horny teenage boy, she’s been wearing pyjama’s every night since we started sleeping with each other, but tonight; well, tonight she fucking keeps her kit off all night... and we’re talking, totally fucking naked the whole time; purposefully dragging her arse up against my cock and teasing me to the point that any fifteen year old boy would gizz all over her back several times.
We have hot sex all the time... the sliding scale doesn’t register below eight out of ten... ever. Last night was up there with the first time... fucking amazing... an eleven!
The morning comes around and the three of us are seated at the breakfast bench in the kitchen; and despite Jade being oblivious to the pain she caused me by sleeping seductively naked next to me all night; after sucking my balls dry; Silas picks up on the sexual strain immediately.
“Should I like, leave you two alone?” Silas asks, looking uncomfortable, and chuckling slightly.
“No man... we’re good, but you and me need to go and work out!” I explain. “We’ll hit the boxing ring tonight with Cliff, Seb and Beau.” I tell Silas, “So we’ll just stick to the cardio and weights this morning.”
Silas nods his acquiescence.
“Well, I’ll leave you guys to finish up your mother’s meeting here; I have some important running around to do in order to keep Mr GrumpyPants happy.” Jade teases and then removes herself from the kitchen area; she momentarily returns to ask Silas if he’s taken his meds, to which he rolls his eyes and says, ‘yes Mum...’ sarcastically; followed by her giving him the finger and proceeding to walk down the hall to our room.
“I’ll go and get ready.” Silas says, doing the same, but taking the stairs down to his flat.
I quickly rinse and then shove the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher.
Chapter Twenty: Preparations and Progeny
Ben.
“Let’s go Silas.” I demand, sweat pouring off me as we concurrently go through our paces.
Silas is now doing a set of parallel dips, while I do a set of pull ups, after swapping with me.
“You’re fucking killing me Reynolds.” Silas growls; lowering for his third dip of the set.
“Stop talking and fucking push it!” I bark.
Silas is groaning through his fourth set of dips, having completed four sets of pull ups. We’ll complete five sets of each, and then we’ll head to the spin bikes and do a ten minute spin.
“Aargh!” Silas screams, as he pushes through his pain.
“Stop whinging princess, and let’s finish this bullshit!” I reason, moving around to swap again.
“This is fucked!” he states, but he’s smiling.
“Last round; now... one... two...” I begin counting as I drop myself down and push myself back up. Silas matches my count, although I stop counting and concentrate on my breathing.
We’ve completed squats, bench presses, skipping, jumps, row machine and steps. After the spin bike, we’ll finish up with crunches, and reverse crunches.
We’ve been doing this for weeks... Since Mum died, we’ve really stepped up the pace, and it shows, because Silas is getting sincerely cut, and Jade can’t leave my stomach alone... insisting she be allowed to touch it. In addition, we’re still doing our training at PCYC, and he continues to attend his boxing training with Cliff; however, he’s very recently finished up his Muay Thai with Mark, since he’s concentrating on the MMA classes; his concentration and exceptional balance from years of Muay Thai is obvious though. I go to a gym in LA, and he can there refocus on his other discipline once we get over there.
Essentially Silas is working... he’s working on getting to his first professional bout. He’s already done the rounds of the amateur boxing circuit with Cliff, and he understands the system of organising fights and progressing through improving your reputation. He’ll be a complete unknown in The States; it’s exciting; but I’m kind of glad that we’ll be in different weight divisions.
I began and have remained in the Welterweight division throughout my fighting career; but Silas is tipping the scales higher, and he’s definitely a Middleweight fighter. In our sparring and training, this has been a boon for me. His strength and balance; movements and punches, push me to work harder. My balance and flexibility, born from a Muay Thai and Jiu-Jitsu background and training; in addition to speed and strength from boxing; not to mention years of experience... have given me a definite edge over the young star. He will eclipse me one day, if he can keep it together... but by then I hope I’ll be retiring and living as Jade’s sex slave... maybe I’ll raise our kid while I’m at it, and she can work!
Silas is pushing it hard on the last few minutes of spinning... he’s screaming out his pain and we’re both slick with sweat.
Shae is standing in the corner of the room watching us, and although we don’t see her till we complete the spinning, Silas must be able to sense her. He jumps off the bike and walks directly to where she is standing behind us.
“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing up at school?” he asks her softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I haven’t seen much of Shae recently, because her parents are concerned with her studies.
“They won’t sign the papers.” She says. “They say that it’s pointless for me to go with you, because it’s just a teenage romance. I shouldn’t be chasing you around the other side of the world.” She says softly.
“Fuck... why are they being so difficult? Did they find out about me Shae?” he asks.
“I don’t think so; they haven’t said anything about it to me. But I won’t be able to get a passport without them signing for it.” She sighs.
I’m remembering Silas telling me that this is the girl for him... that she has been purpose built for him to love. She’s all soft, sweet and feminine; he’s all brawn, anger and masculine. If you never saw them together, you wouldn’t know how right they are together. But they are... they have an intense connection that runs underneath the surface stuff. She’s seen him through all his bullshit, through his pain, and he’s desperate to support her through her studies. He loves her, she loves him. They both have serious issues to deal with that have seen them mature fast.
“When do you turn 18 Shae?” I ask.
“March.” She explains.
“Can I make a suggestion?” I ask; I’m not sure if this will work.
She nods.
“You know our school year is completely different to here... And you’re a smart girl yeah?” I begin.
“She is.” Silas answers for her.
“Right...” I continue, “So I realise that long distance relationships suck balls... but you can get a lot of the groundwork done between now and then to mount a request for student visas... you’ll be able to stay longer than even Silas on a working one.” I explain... I’ve sponsored Silas, so he’s going to be fine in the long run; I’ll be doing the same for Jade, now that she’s pulling her finger out.
“I can do that... I just don’t know what I’ll do with him half way around the world.” She laments. He’s holding her hand and kissing the back of it.
“I was having a discussion like this with Jade last night... it’s not exactly practical.” I agree. “But you’ll be alright.” I say.
“We’ll make it work!” Silas promises.
And the whole shit makes me feel like a liar... a great big fraud, because I had a huge argument with Jade last night over this very th
ing... and I refused to have distance between us.
Silas is all smiles and support with Shae, until she leaves... and then he’s full of an incredible degree of angst and frustration.
“I fucking can’t believe them. They told her she had to focus on her studies first, and then they’d let her go! She has been nose first in those damned books for months! And they just pull the pin on it!” he screams. “I’ve got to get out of here... I need to cool off, so I’m going for a ride!” he says.
And just like that, he storms off to the locker room.
***
“Red, where are you?” I ask down the phone. She’s not home yet, and it’s dinner time.
“I’m at the storage place, looking for (grunt) my birth certificate.” She says.
“Didn’t you leave all that stuff somewhere easy to get to... like here?” I ask mockingly.
“No.” She replies.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I didn’t know I’d need it.” She reasons.
I know she’s a smart girl... she’d need to be; she looks after fucked up people... keeping them alive. But sometimes, she just doesn’t quite think clearly about the common sense stuff.
“I have dinner ready... I’d like you to eat it while it’s still hot.” I explain.
“That’s what microwaves are for!” She grumbles.
“Come on Jade, how long are you going to be? I’ll be gone soon for PCYC!” I say exasperatedly.
“Place it in the oven... I won’t be back for a while.” She reasons, “Some motherfuckers packed this joint in like it’s a hoarders dumpsite. I can’t find a God damn thing... and I’m climbing to the roof and over things I’m not even sure will hold me.” She says a little angrily.
***
“Did you find everything you needed?” I ask, climbing naked into bed.
