Succulent (2 page)

“Ride my cock.” I told her sitting on the
bed. She got on her knees crawling to me.

“Suck it first.” I told her. Cindy slid off
the bed getting on her knees. I watched her as she sucked my cock.
Her eyes on me as she licked the balls, every now and again her
tongue would find its way to my clit. I bit my lip as she focused,
suddenly, on my clit. Tugging it, flicking her tongue over it, I
whimpered moving against her tongue. Cindy moaned raising her blue
eyes to me. She stood slowly and crawled onto me.

Kissing me, she impaled herself. I smiled
biting my lip as she shivered looking down into my eyes and
whimpering as she reached her stop. I moved slowly, holding her
waist. Cindy cried out, her ruby lips wet with my juices. She began
riding me harder.

“Fuck me, Cindy.” I whimpered. Cindy
shivered grabbing her breast and moving against the cock. She
grabbed her hair pumping her hips. Her eyes on me, her ruby lips
quivering. She whimpered trembling in disbelief of how good it
felt. I watched her crumbling and grinned.

“Ava.” She cried coming and nearly
collapsing on me. I fucked her slowly as her climax began to end.
She cried out rolling her eyes back, quivering. I flipped us,
raising on my hands and driving into her. I saw now, why my ex
husband loved having sex so much. When you have the balls you truly
do have the power.

Cindy opened wide for me and I slammed into
her pussy, remembering how my ex used to fuck my brains out. She
held me screaming my name, begging me not to stop. I buried the
cock deeper in her pussy with each thrust and she broke into a
tremble. Her nails in my back, gripping me, holding me closer. I
kissed her feeling the hunger in her kiss. She whimpered into my
mouth and came exploding all over us.

Panting Cindy opened her eyes staring at me.
Her blue eyes sparkling and heavy with pleasure. She tugged at her
lower lip. We kissed again while my hips slowed to a stop. I laid
on her, kissing her neck and shoulder, her hands ran all over my
body. It felt so good feeling her soft warm body beneathe me.
Yearning for more and I wanted so badly to keep her there. To pound
her more.

“I don’t want to leave here.” Cindy
whispered. “But Dylan will be home soon.”

“Where is he?” I didn’t want her to know I
was listening this morning.

“The next county.” She kissed me again
thrusting against me softly. “Can I fuck you?”

“Next time.” I whispered kissing her neck.
She whimpered pressing me to her and thrusting herself into another
climax. “Did you like the way we fucked?”

“Oh my god did I!” She whimpered. I kissed
her withdrawing and standing on my knees. Cindy instantly went for
the cock, sucking all of her sweet nectar off. Her fingers sliding
over my pussy, feeling how wet I was. She slid them into me
fingering me softly while sucking the cock. I fucked her fingers
moaning tenderly. She bit her lip pouting.

“I want to play naughty games too.” Cindy
rose kissing my lips. She licked her fingers.

“Next time I’ll let you ram the hell out of
my wet pussy.” I kissed her standing and taking off the
strap-on.

We redressed, she put on her clothes and I
slipped into a robe. We stopped every now and again to kiss and
finger each other. I walked her down holding her hand.

“That was so yummy.” I smiled. Cindy smiled
biting her lip.

“It was.” She agreed. “I don’t think I’ll be
able to stop thinking about you.” I kissed her running my hand up
the inside of her thigh.

“Will she stop thinking about me?” I asked
stroking her clit through the cotton of her panties.

“No.” Cindy bit her lip. I saw her melting.
She wanted more so did I. my pussy was soaked and throbbing. “God I
have to go.” She kissed me and quickly rushed out. I closed my door
locking it. Smiling to myself I turned and went to get something to
eat. I was starved.

*~*~*~*

Days passed. I watched Cindy every morning
as she floated to her car tossing wanton looks at my house. She
hadn’t been able to get back over since Dylan was home but I knew
she was dying to drop in for a visit.

This morning Cindy left in a hurry with a
small overnight bag in hand. Dylan left for work right after but
came home at about noon. I’d spent my entire morning in my garden
seeding, before heading to the backyard to finish planting the
blueberry bushes I bought.

I went in at six as twilight hit. I fixed
myself a quick meal, a sandwich and a cup of decaf, and put away
some more things. I was almost finished unpacking. But still had a
few boxes to put in place.

I went up for a shower at nine, my body
ached and the hot water felt so good. When I got out I heard Dylan
talking across the way.

“Well I don’t know what you want me to do.
Nothing I do is right.” He said loudly. There was a pause. He
turned off the phone and threw it against the wall. I watched it
explode into pieces. He was so angry. I slipped on my night gown
and slippers and quickly left.

He pulled open his front door staring at me
hard. I swallowed hard.

“I saw you. . . Are you ok?” I asked. He
stepped aside and I walked in pass him. I could feel his anger and
it excited me a little. Angry sex, in my book, was the hottest.

“Cindy has been driving me insane lately.”
He growled. “Tea.”

“Yes.” I said. I followed him to the
kitchen. It was a pretty butter color and felt so homey. I slipped
onto a stool at the island and crossed my legs, watching him as he
put the kettle on and took the tea out of the cabinet.

“I think I’m losing my wife and I’m helpless
to stop it.” He said. “I mean it’s gotten a lot better over this
week but she’s still. . . Maybe it’s me.” He put the tin down and
sighed. “Maybe it’s me.” He said as if a light bulb came on. I
stood walking to him slowly.

“Maybe there’s some blockage. Something
preventing you from letting go.” I said. He looked into my eyes
then down at my breast and lowered his head. “How long have you two
been fighting?”

“Couple of months now.” He said. “She did
something I didn’t approve of.” He looked into my eyes again. I ran
my hand down his chest slowly and over his abs, he swallowed
hard.

“What’s the problem, Dylan?” I asked. “What
do you want?” His eyes stayed on me as he kissed me slowly. I rose
on my toes deepening the kiss and pressing to him. He broke the
kiss lowering his head.

“I can’t . . . Cindy.” He said.

“Let me worry about Cindy.” I said tenderly.
I kissed him wrapping my arms around his neck, he held me against
him tightly. “Come on.” I took his hand, turning off the tea kettle
and let him lead me upstairs.

He closed the door behind us. I kicked off
my slippers walking to his bed and climbed on.

“I see you, Dylan. Looking at my tits every
day.” I said to him. “Do you want to see them?” He nodded taking a
few steps closer to the bed. I got on my knees; I rotated my hips
seductively as I pulled it over my thighs.

“First I need something Dylan.” I said
pulling my gown up higher.

“Yes?” He whispered.

“Lick my clit and I’ll show you my tits.” I
said. He walked over to me, completing the distance and kissed me
softly. I raised my gown around my waist still rotating. I was so
wet I couldn’t stand it. Dylan lowered beside the bed pulling me
closer to him. I stayed on my knees staring at him as he slid his
tongue between the lips of my pussy. I gasped holding the length of
my night gown to my breast, shivering when he moaned and tasted
deeper.

“Dylan.” I whimpered and nearly collapsed
against him. He pushed my chest back, silently telling me what he
wanted and I arched back giving him the exposure he wanted. He
moaned flicking his tongue over my clit faster. I felt my climax
growing as my hips pumped.

“Dylan.” I gasped sitting up and pulling
away. His lips moist he stood. He was a different man; I saw it in
his eyes. He was going to have me anyway he wished and I wanted him
to. Ripping off his shirt he watched me play with my clit, waiting
for him to finish undressing.

He skipped the foreplay and went after what
he wanted right now. He ripped off my night gown tossing it aside
and threw me down on the bed. I opened wide as he came over me,
grabbing my arms and bringing them over my head. Dylan slammed into
me hard moaning when I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hips
started to pump wild and rough taking me the way he wanted. I
realized, feeling him that he probably never got to do this. He
never got to be assertive and I let him do what he wanted.

Dylan rammed into me hard crying out as I
met him, his grip on my wrist tightening. His cock deeper than
before. He cursed letting me go and getting off.

“Ride me.” He growled. I straddled him,
reverse cowgirl, and began to ride slowly. He grabbed my waist
bucking against me hard. His hand parting the lips of my pussy and
rubbing my clit. I could hear him moaning and cursing loudly. He
felt so good my mind went blank. I don’t even think I was
breathing. I gasped loudly and threw my head back crying out,
grabbing my breast and rotating against him quickly. I rode him
into a climax trembling as he kissed my back and shoulder. I looked
back at him. Our eyes meeting, I saw a fire there that I’d never
seen on him before.

He grabbed my hair pulling my head back and
flipping me into the mattress. I whimpered as he stood up beside
the bed and pulled me up onto my hands and knees by my hair. He
pounded into me hard and deep, unrelenting and I couldn’t breath or
think or even moan. I was completely frozen in pleasure. Finally I
cried out and he slammed into me as hard as he could crying out
loudly.

He threw his head back and screamed,
grabbing my shoulders and ramming me. My climax raced through me
painfully and I came trembling wildly.

“Fuck me!” I screamed as he released into me
deeply. I felt his thigh muscles tremble against the back of my
thighs as he pressed to me tightly. He slapped my ass lowering his
forehead to my shoulder.

“Damn it.” He growled. “Fuck.” He thrust
gently, warmly into me. I lowered to the mattress trying hard to
stop the burning, searing pleasure between my thighs. Dylan
collapsed beside me shivering hard.

It was a good five minutes before he spoke a
word. He tossed me a quick look first. I stared at him as I sat my
head up.

“I was a little rough.” He said softly.
“Forgive me.”

“Are you crazy?” I said. “That was the best
fuck I’ve ever had.” He chuckled looking at me. “She doesn’t let
you have that, does she?”

“No.” He said. “She thinks we don’t need the
extra stuff.”

“You’d be surprised what she agrees to when
you make her want it.” I said tenderly. He sat up.

“How do you know?” He asked. I shrugged.

“You can be very tempting.” I stood picking
up my night gown.

“Well wait. Don’t you want to stay a while?”
He asked. I pulled it on and slipped on my slippers.

“If I do I’ll never leave.” I said. But he
looked so handsome I had to go back for a kiss. He pulled me into
his arms rolling onto me, I smiled.

“Come on, I have to go.” I smiled, he kissed
my neck.

“I’ve never felt so free.” He said.

“Listen makes it romantic when Cindy gets
back. I promise she’ll do everything you want and the way you want
it.” I said I kissed him softly. Dylan moved to my neck.

“Dylan.”

“You can’t do what you did and leave.” He
said. I smiled biting my lip.

“Ok, one more time.” He kissed me softly as
he filled me. His cock was still pretty hard but I delighted in the
feeling of it hardening more.

That one more time turned into five more
times and I got back home by one. I needed a hot shower after all
of that sweating. The hot water was welcome on my sore muscles.
After gardening all day and having the life pounded out of me I
needed this. I stepped out of the shower as the phone rang in my
room and rushed to answer it.

“Hel-,”

“I want to lick your pussy so badly.” Cindy
said. I smiled biting my lip.

“Hello baby.” I said leaning against my
dresser.

“God Ava, it’s like I can’t get away from
him.” She said.

“Well we could all always-,”

“He wouldn’t go for that and I don’t think I
want to share.” She said. I smiled walking to my bed and sitting. I
laid back.

“She’s yearning for you too you know.” I
told her in my huskiest voice. “So wet and no one to play with
her.” Cindy whimpered. “Wanna hear?”

“Yes.” She whimpered. I put the phone there
and let her listen to me tighten and loosen. When I put the phone
back to my ear Cindy was whimpering.

“Are you stroking your clit?” I asked.

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“Does it feel good?”

“Not as good as you feel but it’ll do.” She
whimpered.

“Are you going to come for me?” I asked
huskily.

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“I still taste you Cindy. So sweet and wet
on my tongue. So delicious I can barely stop sliding my tongue deep
inside of you.” I whispered to her. Cindy cried out. I gave her a
moment. “Did you come baby?”

“Yes.” She whimpered. “God I want you.”

“How does it taste?” I asked. She licked her
fingers.

“So good.” She whimpered. I moaned.

“Come over when you get back. Dylan never
has to know.” I said softly. She whimpered and I knew she was
stroking her clit again.

“I’ll be there. I’ll be there the moment I
get home. I want to fuck you so hard Ava.” She whimpered.

“I can’t wait.” I said softly.

“I have to go. I have a meeting at ten.”
Cindy said, her voice trembling hard. “Bye baby.”

“Bye kitten.” I said. I turned off the phone
and rolled into my pillow. I couldn’t wait to see her on
Saturday.

*~*~*~*

Cindy came home but I heard her and Dylan
arguing. He sounded so angry. They went to their own corners. Cindy
unpacking while he finished up work. I decided to head over and see
Cindy.