She reached for my flaccid manhood and caressed it to life. “Starting with this ‘thing.’”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be.”
“Then why’d you come back to bed? And without your clothes?”
“I was hoping… Well, you know what I was hoping.”
She snorted a soft laugh but continued fondling me. “Hoping to get lucky.”
“I don’t think you understand just how scared I was,” I said after a moment. “I—”
“I told you, I worked too hard to give it all up now. You’re mine, and I’m not going to let a little ‘thing’ like your mother come between us.”
My eyebrows flew up all by themselves.
“Mmm hmm. Besides, I told you, it’s kind of exciting. I’ve read letters about ‘stepmothers’ and ‘stepsons,’ and I know what they’re really about. So I’m not totally innocent. Oh, and speaking of which, you owe Brooke for introducing me to those magazines.”
“You can say that again.”
“You owe Brooke—”
“Uh-uh. I owe you.”
“Mmm, I like hearing you say that. So, how do you plan to repay me?”
I grinned. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Probably, since we both have a one-track mind as far as your penis is concerned. I might surprise you, though.”
“Oh?”
She ignored the question and gently pushed me to my back. I guided her mouth to my cock, and she spent several agonizing minutes getting reacquainted without actually sucking. Then she captured the tip and swirled her tongue around it. I groaned deep in my throat and pushed her down. She obediently swallowed more and began bobbing, although she released me after only a minute or two.
I felt her move, so I opened my eyes. “What—?”
“Shh.” She straddled my hips. After a moment she slid forward and reached between us. Her hand found my erection and steadied it.
“Are you sure?”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she set my cock at her opening and eased back. The head parted her labia and slid inside. Her pussy was hot, slippery, and very tight, and the walls caressed my shaft as she slid lower.
The sensation nearly overwhelmed me, and I had to close my eyes to fight off the urge to come.
Finally she stopped moving and held her breath. Then she shuddered with one of her mini-orgasms. Her pussy felt even tighter, and my cock swelled with irresistible pressure. I grabbed her ass and thrust into her. The muscles in my back and legs contracted. The dam burst and we held each other as I emptied my balls deep inside her. The spurts eventually slowed and stopped altogether, and I found that I could think again, although not very clearly.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy said softly.
“No kidding.” I closed my mouth and swallowed to moisten it.
We fell silent as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I ran my fingertips lightly over her back, while she kissed my chest and sighed with pleasure.
“Not that I mind,” I said eventually, “but I thought we were gonna wait till tonight.”
“I couldn’t wait that long. So sue me. Or use me instead.”
I chuckled. “I came so fast that I’m still hard. Are you ready for round two?”
She raised her face and grinned with excitement. “And three and four and five and six!”
“I knew you were gonna say that.”
“You created a monster. A penis monster! Please, sir, can I have another?”
“Another penis?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “No, yours. Over and over.”
“Mmm, good idea.” She squeaked with surprise when I grabbed her and rolled us over. I pushed up and looked between our bodies, to where my hips pinned hers to the bed. “Much better.”
She caressed my cheek and drew my attention upward. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I love Mr. Good Thing.”
“Yeah, he comes in small packages. Speaking of which…”
I began moving my hips, and we both fell silent. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my cock moving inside her. I thrust deep, and she immediately tensed up, although she relaxed as soon as I pulled back.
“I can take it,” she said. “Just… not so deep. Not till I get used to it.”
I nodded and thrust gently instead of using my cock like a battering ram.
After a while she began to enjoy it, and a flush crept up her chest and neck.
Her nostrils flared as her breathing quickened. When the flush reached her cheeks as well, I slowly buried myself inside her and began rocking my hips.
The base of my shaft pressed her clit and made her gasp.
Her eyelids drooped as her climax approached. She arched her back, and the tendons in her neck stood out as she clenched her jaw to stifle a scream.
She gripped my arms in silent ecstasy as a wave of heat washed over my cock.
I rode it out and waited for her orgasm to subside. She eventually sagged to the bed and relaxed, although her breathing was still quick and shallow. A vein in her neck fluttered with her pulse, and I smiled to myself as I watched her slowly come to her senses. At last she opened her eyes and gazed up at me with the preternatural calmness that came over her after an orgasm.
“Happy Birdy?”
“Mmm.”
“As good as you thought it’d be?”
“Better,” she said languidly. “Much, much better.” She drew me down for a kiss. Then she looked at me curiously. “You didn’t come. At least, I don’t think you did.”
“No. I wanted you to.”
“I knew you were going to say that.” She smiled again and caressed my
cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“But now I’m hungry.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Mmm, I’m a hungry little Birdy. Do you know someone with seed for me?”
“As a matter of fact…,” I said with a grin.
“And you have a special ‘bird feeder.’ I can feel it!”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re as bad as I am.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied glibly. “But, if you’d like to scoot up here…”
“You’ll what?”
“Be a good little Birdy and swallow your seed.”
We eventually moved from the bedroom to the bathroom. We told ourselves we were going to shower, but our resolve lasted all of ten seconds, if that. We never even turned on the water. We started kissing instead, and one thing led to another, until I turned her around and bent her over the counter. She gasped as I set my cock at her opening and slid into her.
I held her hips and began thrusting. She tried to brace herself, but she knocked over a ceramic vase instead. It bounced into a dish, which flipped and launched soap balls into the air. Nothing broke, so I ignored them and kept thrusting. Christy moaned as I slammed into her, and the jarring impacts bounced the soap balls toward the edge of the counter. They dropped to the floor with random little thuds that punctuated the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh.
The big head knew I should slow down, but the little one was in charge.
He even told me to slap her ass. I spanked her again and watched her expression shift from pain to pleasure.
I eventually paused to catch my breath, and Christy’s head sagged between her outstretched arms. Her shoulders rose and fell with her breathing. All of a sudden I grabbed a handful of blonde hair. I pulled her head up, and her breasts flattened against her chest as she arched toward me.
I pinched her nipple and felt her tense with an impending orgasm.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Unh!”
“Answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You like it when I fuck you hard.”
She moaned and nodded.
“Say it.”
“I like it— when you fuck— me hard— sir.”
She was close, so I gave her hair a little tug. Then I reached between her legs and touched her hooded clit. That pushed her over the edge, and she shuddered and cried out.
When it was over she sagged in my arms. I lowered her to the counter and bent over her back as she recovered. After a moment I brushed her hair aside and kissed her earlobe. Our breathing synced as it slowed to normal, and I closed my eyes to savor the scent of her: jasmine, honey, and sex.