Friends & Lovers Pt. 4

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Slowly she inserts her finger into his rectum as he feels her nibble on his
cock. She pushes her finger deeper and deeper into his ass as she runs her
tongue along the underside of his cock. Finally she decides she must have
his hot jiz shooting down her throat. Finding his prostrate gland she
presses on it and feels her mouth filled with his seed. Gulping down his hot
cum she tries not to lose one drop. Slowly he withdraws from her mouth and
she licks the corners of her mouth getting the small drops that tried to
escape. Getting up from the bed he grabs her hand and pulls her along.
Spinning her around he bends her at the waist. Placing her hands on the wall
in front of her she wiggles her ass letting him know what she wants. Coming
up behind her he grabs her tits that hang down and away from her body. He
presses himself against her ass as he pulls on her nipples. "Fuck my ass.
Put your huge cock up my asshole." She moves so that his cock fits between
the cheeks of her ass. Rolling her nipples between his fingers he slides his
cock up and down her ass, teasing her asshole. After some prolonged teasing
he guides his cock into her ass. Gently he pushes his cock into her feeling
her sphincter adjust to his hardness. Little by little he pushes himself
into her until his entire length is buried in her ass. "Fuck yes! Just what
I want . . . . that big hard cock buried deep in my ass. I want you to fuck
my ass good. Please fuck my ass good." She tells him in a little girl voice.
Carefully he sides in and out as her tight little bum feeling her loosen up
enough for him to increase the speed of his stroke. Grabbing her breasts and
squeezing them he hears her beg for more of his cruelty. Twisting her
nipples he is rewarded with her having another orgasm. As she cums over and
over again her ass squeezes his cock trying to milk it of whatever seed may
be left in his testicles. Putting his arm around her waist he holds her
before she goes limp. Holding her in his arms with his cock still in her ass
he carries her to the bed and lays her on her stomach. Gently he pulls his
cock from her ass and slides it back into her pussy. She slowly rises to her
knees and pushes back on his cock feeling it impale her. Slamming into her
he slaps her ass leaving a pink hand imprint on the pale flesh. She responds
by moving herself back and forth on his cock as he alternates slapping each
cheek of her ass. "Yes, spank me. Spank me hard!" His blows come faster and
harder as she climaxes once again. The contractions of her cunt squeeze
pre-cum from his cock and dribbles what little juice there is into her
overflowing cunt. Removing himself from her he lays her across his lap and
she feels his hard wet cock pressing against her stomach. He grazes his
nails over her bright pink cheeks leaving little white trails. She
involuntarily tightens the muscles in her ass as he starts to gently rub her
magnificent derriere. Gradually she relaxes as he massages the firm cheeks
of her ass. The throbbing of his cock against her stomach makes her tingle
as he works on the firm flesh of her behind. He finishes with her ass and
she rolls off his lap. Both of them are exhausted from their marathon
fucking and he pulls back the covers of the bed and crawls underneath. She
joins him under the covers, coming up close next to him, snuggling against
him. He pulls her close to him, feeling the heat >from her body. She cradles
her head in the joint where his shoulder and neck meet. Her body seems to
naturally fit with his in every way. He loves the feeling of her warm body
and soft skin against him. Both of them drift off to sleep contented in the
presence of the other. Waking up early he is aroused by her sleeping form.
She is lying on her side with her back to him. He nestles in behind her and
drapes his arm over her waist. Very gently he slides his cock up into her.
Her warm wetness engulfs his hardness. A sigh escapes her lips but she does
not stir. Lightly kissing her shoulder he closes his eyes and goes back to
sleep. When she wakes she has a feeling of fullness inside her. Reaching
down between her legs she feels his cock buried inside her. Reaching back
behind her she gently massages his balls to wake him. Feeling him beginning
to rouse himself she smiles. She feels his hands cup her breast as he begins
to slide in and out of her. Grinding her hips she begins to rub her clit as
he increases the speed and depth of his stroke. He plays with her breasts as
he feels himself about to climax. Speeding up he feels her snatch clench his
cock as they cum together. They lie together in each other's embrace for
some time until she realizes that they must get up. "We've got to get up and
get ready to go." She tells him. His response is to begin kissing her neck.
For a few seconds she loses herself in the sensation and then snaps back to
reality. "Stop that! I'm serious. Now get and and get in the shower while I
go make us a quick something to eat." By her tone he can tell she will
endure no argument. He grumbles underneath his breath as he climbs out of
bed and heads for the shower. She throws on a robe and heads downstairs to
the kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee for the two of them. He enters the
bathroom and turns on the water waiting for it to heat up. Switching over
the water to the shower head he steps into the shower and closes the door
behind him. Standing under the water he quickly wakes up. Grabbing the
shampoo he washes his hair and then lathers up his hands and washes his
face. Taking the bar of soap he runs it over his body. Lathering up his body
he quickly rinses his body off and shuts off the water. After putting on the
coffee she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a container of Grands
cinnamon rolls. Opening the container she sets them out on a cookie sheet as
she pre-heats the oven. Seeing the oven light has gone off she puts the
cinnamon rolls into the oven and turns on the coffee machine. She hears the
water shut off and smiles. Soon the smell of cinnamon and coffee fills the
house. A few minutes later he enters the kitchen wearing a terry cloth robe.
"Gee, that was quick. Are you hungry?" She asks him as she takes the
cinnamon rolls out of the oven and frosts them as he goes to the coffee pot
and pours both of them a cup of coffee. He trades her a cup of coffee for a
cinnamon roll. He sips his coffee and takes a bite of his cinnamon roll as
she adds sugar and cream to her coffee. "This is good. Nice and quick. I'm
glad that you keep these in the fridge. Where did you get the coffee from?
It has a different flavor to it." "I sprinkled cinnamon over the coffee
before I brewed it. It gives it a spicy flavor, don't you think?" She sips
on the coffee and nibbles on her breakfast. He nods as he takes a big drink
from his cup. Both of them eat their continental breakfast quickly and
retreat back upstairs. Going to the bathroom she turns on the water and
jumps into the shower. He removes his robe and digs out his gold and blue
paisley silk boxers and slips into them. Going through his overnight bag he
lays out his clothes and takes out his shoes and places them on the floor.
Putting his bag away she enters the room drying her hair. "Nice to see
you've gotten started." She tells him in a teasing tone. Dropping the towel
on the bed she goes to her lingerie drawer and looks for something suitable.
She decides on a silk hunter green camisole and matching silk panties as
well as a pair of black stockings He watches as the silk clings to her body
and he feels a stirring in his loins but knows he cannot act upon his
desires just yet. Looking over at him she sees the bulge in his boxers and
purses her lips to blow him a kiss. He grimaces and she just laughs at him
knowing he is trying to behave himself but she isn't helping. She sits on
the edge of the bed and puts on her stockings teasing him as she slowly
draws the stockings up her legs to her thighs where they linger. Deciding
two can play that game he comes up behind her and kneels. Sliding her
panties down to her ankles he parts the cheeks of her ass and begins to
tongue her sphincter. He feels her tighten her ass as she tries not to give
into the sensations she is feeling. Slowly she relaxes her muscles and his
tongue snakes deep into her. "You're not being fair." She moans. His only
response is to go deeper as he kneads her firm flesh. He continues for
several minutes until he brings her to the brink and then stops. He
withdraws his tongue, gives each cheek a kiss and a playful bite and goes to
put on his slacks. Grabbing her towel she dries herself off and pulls up her
panties. "I'll get even with you for that." She tells him with an evil
glimmer in her eye. "I'm looking forward to that." He replies with an
equally evil grin. Putting on his dress shirt he looks for his tie as he
buttons his shirt. She goes to her closet and finds a dress. Slipping into
her dress and finding a matching pair of shoes she stands in front of her
mirror. He comes up beside her trying to tie his tie in a tiny corner of the
mirror. Every time he tries to work on tie she nudges him out of the way and
snickers. Finally he gives up and tries to find another mirror so he can
finish this task. Going into the bathroom he gets half way through the
process when she comes up behind him and pokes him in the side causing him
to jump and almost strangle himself. "Gee . . . I didn't know that tying a
tie could be hazardous to your health." She cannot control her laughter as
he fumes and finally completes his task. "Are you ready to go?" His voice
has an edge to it that makes her wince. Seeing what his tone has done he
apologizes and they head downstairs. Deciding that the weather is nice
enough she backs her Corvette out of the garage and he climbs in and they
head for the interstate and the hour drive to her mother's place. "Sorry
about my tone earlier." He stares down at the floorboard of the car. She
takes her hand and places it on his chin to lift it so that he looks at her.
"It's ok. I know that you didn't mean anything by it. Now, we have about
forty-five minutes until we get to our destination. What shall we talk
about?" Her smile dissolves his trepidation. A smile of his own erupts
across his face. She has always had this effect on him, no matter how angry,
upset, sad or depressed he was her smile always brings back to a state of
contentment. "Whatever you want . . . except anything having to do with my
thesis defense." She sees the worry flash over his face for a brief second
and then is gone. "That leaves a lot of ground for us to cover." She
chuckles as she shifts through the gears. "Ok, what do you look for in a
woman?" "That's an easy one. I want a woman who can shift the gears of a
five speed without using her hands or feet." He looks at her waiting to see
what her response is. She slaps him and laughs at he tries to play off being
hurt. "So you're looking for a five speed pussy, huh? Good luck!" Her words
have the little lilt that tells him that he just might be finding out how
good she can shift later on. "I guess I am looking for someone who can
accept me for who I am, faults and all. Those people are few and far
between." Looking at the countryside speeding past him he misses the look of
longing in her eyes. When he turns back towards her she nods in
understanding, the look gone for the moment. The rest of the drive is quiet,
both of them talking about subjects that aren't as deep and thought
provoking as the first topic of conversation. She turns off the interstate
and it is a short drive to her mother's house from the exit. She tears
through the streets as she has done so many times before and roars into the
driveway, slamming on the brakes as the car rocks back and forth at the
sudden stop. They both get out of the car and as she rushes to the door he
lingers behind. Looking around she sees him still there by the car not
moving. She comes over to him and gently kisses him on the cheek and takes
his hand. "Don't worry. It will be all right." She tells him as she knocks
on the door. The door opens and there stands her mother. He is amazed at the
resemblance of the two. They enter the house and he sees her brother and his
wife in the den sitting and drinking. Going into the den he is formally
introduced to her family. He laughs in the back of his mind as he thinks
about all the stories he has heard about all the people in the room. He
shakes hands with her brother and notes the strength of the grip. He finds a
seat next to her and watches the interaction between her and her family. He
puts his arm around her as the conversations bounce around the room. Several
times he can feel her tense up as her brother makes comments about her vette
and her mother makes a few comments about the way she maintains her home.
Finally her mother announces that dinner is ready and they all retire to the
dining room. He watches as everyone takes a seat and she motions for him to
sit next to her. Sitting down her feels uncomfortable and tries to hide it.
She squeezes his leg, knowing what he going through. A bottle of wine is
passed around the table and he pours himself and her a glass. He notices the
look on her brothers face and notes it. He passes the bottle around and
watches as her brother duplicates his actions. He observes the looks of
surprise on the faces around the table. A small smile of satisfaction
crosses his face. She sees it and punches his leg and the smile quickly
disappears. Looking over at her he can tell that she is unhappy with his
little insult. Leaning over he whispers in her ear that he will behave
himself for the rest of the evening. She nods her approval and she strokes
his leg playfully to let him know she takes him at his word. Food is ladled
upon the plates and passed around the table. The wonderful smells permeate
the room and everyone joins hands as a blessing is said. Once that is
finished everyone quickly begins to eat. He wonders where to begin and
finally decides to take small amounts of everything. The sounds of forks and
knives against china as well as the sounds of eating fill the room. She
slips her hand underneath the table and begins to stroke him through the
material of his slacks. He gives her a look as if to tell her to stop, but
the glint in her eye tells him this is the payback she spoke of earlier.
Slowly she unzips his pants and draws him out and slowly strokes his erect
shaft. She increases her stroke and feels the pre-cum ooze from the tip and
she coats her palm and his cock with the pre-cum. Looking around the table
she smiles, everyone else is consumed with eating that no one notices what
she is doing except him. He squirms as he tries to free himself from her
grasp, but is unsuccessful. She continues to massage him for several minutes
and then lets him go, not bothering to place him back into his pants. As
nonchalantly as possible he slips his hands under the table and tucks
himself back into his pants. Looking across the table he watches her as she
drinks deeply from her wine glass. She peers over the rim of the glass and
he sees the sparkle in her eyes. He loves the sparkle in her eyes. Even in
her photos he always sees the sparkle. He feels her foot stroke his thigh.
Slowly she traces upward until her toes massage his cock. Once again his
hands go under the table and he gently strokes her foot. Feeling a cruel
streak and wanting to get even with her he holds her foot tight and tickles
it. She jumps and her startled voice causes the attention of the table to
shift directly upon her. "Are you all right?" Her mother asks with genuine
concern, the look on her face unmistakable. "Yes. I'm fine. I just had a
cold chill." The look across the table freezes him to the bone. The smile
slowly creeps across her face and he knows she can fake her way out of this.
"Perhaps the two of you should stay here tonight, in separate rooms of
course." Her mother looks pleased with her suggestion as her brother allows
a smug smile of satisfaction to fill his face. "Of course." The two of them
say in unison. In a matter of seconds the table reverts back to its former
state. He cannot read her expression and is willing to wait until the two of
them can speak in relative privacy. Dinner is quickly consumed and dessert
is taken in the living room. Her brother looks at his watch and whispers
something in the ear of his wife. "Gee, it's getting late. We really should
be going." Getting up and going to the closet he retrieves his coat as well
as his wife's. "Thanks for a great dinner. We'll be in touch. Next time
we'll have dinner at our place." The two of them put on their coats, kiss
his mother on the cheek and make a hasty exit. The three of them sit around
and make small talk for a few hours and then her mother decides to prepare
the guest rooms for the two of them. Telling them to make themselves at home
she disappears into another room to make sure she has everything so that the
two of them will be comfortable. "Ok gorgeous, how much trouble am I in this
time?" He asks her with a pleading look on his face. "Just a little.
Remember, you brought your own punishment on yourself. You don't get to
sleep with me tonight, or ANYTHING else, unless you do it yourself." She
ends her sentence with a laugh that he cannot help joining in. When her
mother returns the two of them are wiping the tears from their eyes. Getting
up they follow her upstairs to the rooms that they will occupy. Her mother
leaves them wishing both a good night and retires to her own room. His
bedroom is directly across the hall from hers. "Lucky you, you get to sleep
in my brother's old room, and I get my old room." She winks at him and he
smiles. Deciding that they really should try to go to bed themselves they
meet in the middle of the hallway and embrace. Leaning in to kiss each other
their two separate breaths become one as the soft flesh of lips melts
together. The moment is electric. The two of them breathe as one for what
seems like an eternity and then gently they become two separate entities
again. Each turn to the door of their individual room but turn before
closing the door to see the other. Both of them realize at this moment that
their relationship will never be the same again, but this change does not
bother them but rather comforts them. Slowly the two doors close and
thoughts of what the future may hold wraps around them like a security
blanket as they drift off to sleep.