15 Years Later Ch 8 & 9 [Oral] [Sex]

Ch 8 New Technique (Kyle)

Her tongue swirls on the smooth skin of my balls. I haven’t shaved so meticulously in years, but I remember like it was yesterday when she said she liked you smooth all those years ago. She pulls on one of my balls until it can’t stretch any further and pops from her mouth, forcing a grunt from me.

*So, she’s still into pain and pleasure. Good to know.*

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this!” She licks up my shaft and then gobbles my head down her throat, pressing me to the back of her esophagus. Her nose digs into my skin for a moment as her face turns beet red. She pulls back and gasps. “Fuck yeah! I haven’t choked on dick in so long.” She smacks my head against her pouted lips. “I missed you, big guy.”

She takes me back down, throating my cock. Her tongue swirls around my shaft and her head wiggles as she grinds down on me as if she’s trying to get my dick to pop out the back of her head. She coughs, but stays all the way down, her face pressed into my skin and her chin disappearing into my gleaming sack.

I might burst at any moment but I focus on holding back. She never made me cum with just a blow job before, no woman ever has. As much as I want to see my pearly seed in this woman’s mouth, I fight to keep my undefeated streak alive.

She’s definitely learned some new skills. It kind of hurts to know that I wasn’t there for it all. I watch in awe as she bobs up and down. *God, she has a tongue like Venom!*

After a few minutes she pulls back and gasps for air.

“Holy fuck! Seriously?” Her smile lets me know that she’s still in good spirits. “Fuck, baby. Kevin would have popped ten times by now. If he could keep it up at all.” She takes me back down her throat while looking up at me, her big, green eyes full of lust.

*Holy fuck, she’s talking shit about Kevin!*

She pulls back and Kyles me off, her hand sliding easily with so much lubrication. “Fuck him. I need a real man. With a real cock.” She slurps and sucks my head, pulling free with another satisfying pop. “I can’t wait for this to be in me. Oh, God, Kyle! I can’t wait to cheat on him with you.”

*Oh fuck! You have got to be fucking kidding! Shit, shit, shit! She’s belittling him, stroking my ego and looking at me with those fucking sexy as fuck eyes! Fuck! Calm, calm.* I take a deep breath and smile as I watch her work me over.

“I always thought girls that went back to their exes were sluts. But now I get it. We get trained by a man to worship his cock and no other. We go running back to the guy who molded our pussies with their cocks, because it’s the only cock that can fully satisfy.”

*Okay, now she’s just playing dirty.* But I can’t deny the surge of adrenaline mixed with testosterone that I’ve come to know as raw power. It shoots through me like a rocket, but with power comes control. She tried to play the mental game, but that’s where I’m the king.

“Get naked.” I command, slouching on my throne.

She sighs as she pulls me from her mouth. She stretches her jaw a couple times and looks at me in disbelief. “Really? That wasn’t hot?” she whines. “I just degraded Kevin and…”

*Red alert! We’re losing her!*

I grin down at her and chuckle. “Very hot. You’re closer than any woman has ever come. I’m riding the edge of a knife right now. Maybe after you get more used to my cock again, you’ll be the first. Now let me see you naked in my lap.”

She grins and stands. She unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. Her g-string is the same dark red as her hair. She unbuttons the top two buttons of her blouse before pulling it over her head to reveal her massive tits stuffed into a black bra.

“You should have the honors.” She slides into my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her wet folds dripping over my cock.

She kisses me and I pull her in as tight as I can, trying to inhale this woman. I unhook her bra with ease and I run my hands the length of her beautiful back. She shudders just like she used to when I did the same thing nearly fifteen years ago. She lifts up to offer her breasts and I pull one into my mouth.

Her fingers run through my hair. “*Ah!* Oh, yeah. They’re all yours, Kyle. Every inch of me belongs to you.”

She lifts her hips, letting my cock spring free from between the two of us, before coming down over me.

Her warm, gooey insides pulse around my dick, squeezing me like her throat had. She’s so tight. So much tighter than when we broke up. She slides down me and lets out a satisfied moan. The further down she goes, the more it feels like she’s sliding into place. When her hot lips press against my crotch, it’s like a key pressing perfectly into the corresponding lock.

I cum as soon as she hilts me.

“Fuck.” I moan and move to get out of her but her thighs and knees grip my waist.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s it. Cum. Cum for me.” She leans into my ear. “Cum *in* me. I want it, Kyle. I want to go home full of your cum. I want to sleep next to Kevin with you in me. Fill me up.”

Her words melt my brain just like her pussy melts my cock. Every muscle of my body flexes as I ride out one of the best orgasms of my life. Soon to be rivaled by more. My hands slide up her back and I realize I’ve made it. I’ve made it back to the holy land of her body. This divine creature is in my hands once again.

She wipes an arrent tear from my cheek. “That good, huh?”

I nod as I look up to her, this spectacular goddess. “You don’t have to talk dirty. You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough. You’re not a whore. You’re a—”

She shushes me with a finger to my lips. “No pun intended, but don’t get soft on me now. After you, every guy I’ve been with, whether we had sex or not, I was always the one in control. You let me have control sometimes. You make me feel like a woman in a way that no one else has. I want you to own my body, Kyle. I want you to take control of me and fuck me so I can’t walk straight. I want you to send me home so fucked up, that Kevin has to know I cheated on him, that he has to ask, and then I get to tell him that a real man took me and used my body to please his. And that I loved every minute of it. Please, Kyle. I want you to fuck me like this is your only chance to put a baby in me. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to take me back from Kevin.”

Even with my brain still reeling from the thought obliterating orgasm, my cock is hard enough to cut steel. I thrust up once and she gasps.

“You really want me to give you a child?”

“I love talking dirty, and maybe a little exaggeration is okay, but I never say things I don’t mean.”

*She’s already mine.*

There’s no fight to be had with Kevin. He’s just a loose end that will get tied up in the next week or two. Rachel is mine again.

 

Ch 9 Animal (Rachel)

His hands grip me with need, desire and most of all, ownership. I fall into those hands and their possessiveness. His cock fills me perfectly. Out of all the wild shit I’m saying, the only part I wouldn’t normally believe is that he molded my vagina to his cock. That is, until I sat all the way down on him. I’ve never felt so perfectly full.

I silently curse myself for giving up on my admittedly aggressive cock sucking. I must have been close. Or maybe he felt that perfect fit just like me. Given Kyle’s face, and my cover of talking to him through the orgasm, he likely missed my own little orgasm as well. It wasn’t massive, just a tremor of what will come, maybe a sympathy climax to keep me close to Kyle. Maybe a sympathy climax for me to remember the moment I got pregnant.

Kevin and I were going to wait for next week to start this whole crazy endeavor since I’m currently ovulating, and with Kyle in front of me, I’m ovulating hard as fuck! My body is coming to its last few prime years for getting pregnant, it likely wants it bad and it senses Kyle, his masculinity, his superior genetics. A thrill shoots up my spine at the thought of Kyle being better than Kevin. The idea of finding someone better fills me and I gaze into Kyle’s honey-brown eyes looking up at me like I’m everything to him. Normally, I hate that look. That’s the point where things in my relationships start to fall apart. When the man slips from being a man and starts to become a puppy dog. But I remember seeing the look on Kyle’s face before, and he stayed a man. And right as I think to course correct and tell him that he needs to fuck me like a cheap whore, his big, soft eyes harden and his jaw clenches, causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach.

He thrusts and rolls my hips into him. His grip on my ass is firm and controlling. I’m already so turned on beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and his building grind takes me past even that. My skin is hot, like I’ve been out in the sun all day and the blistering, glorious sun is still beating into me. I take the sun in my hands and kiss his lips.

“Fuck me hard. Fuck me—”

“No,” he says as he continues to increase his rhythm. “That’s not what you need.”

*What? That’s exactly what I need.* I slide my hand along his jaw. “That’s why you’re here, Kyle. You’re here to fuck me crazy.”

He shakes his head and presses his face into my collar. He kicks his shoes off and pushes his pants down past his knees. “That’s what Kevin thinks you need.”

His thrusts keep gaining speed and he dips his head to suck on a breast. I moan and run my hands through his thick head of hair. My breath catches as his cock starts hitting perfectly, numbing my mind. It’s good that his hands are controlling my hips, if it had been left to me, I would have forgotten to move my hips, ruining his perfect build up.

*Oh, God, he feels so good! Is this just because it’s been so long? Would it have been like this if we’d stayed together? Did we need to be apart for this to happen?*

“What do I need?” I hear myself whisper. *Did I really ask that?* I can’t even think past his cock pressing into me.

“You already told me.” He breathes.

His breath, smelling of honey and sex, is like Novocaine, relaxing me into a puddle. His hands slide over my perspiring skin. One moves to the top of my hip to keep the rhythm going while the other moves up my spine, lighting my nerves on fire as if his fingers dive into me, caressing the deepest parts of me no other man could ever reach.

I pull him deeper into my chest and press against him as if we could meld together. Maybe we are. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone, other than Kyle that is. When I broke up with him, I chalked our connection up to just being so young and being each other’s firsts. Maybe it wasn’t my imagination. Maybe it was real. Maybe it is real.

“What do I need, Kyle?” I whine. “Tell me.”

He looks up at me as he keeps his momentum going. The honey in his eyes swirl, pulling on my heart. “You need my love.”

The hand sliding up my spine latches on to the back of my scull and pulls me down into a ferocious kiss that, along with his perfect cock slipping along my womanhood, pushes me over the edge and I stiffen in his embrace as the intense orgasm crashes down on my clit like a fucking collapsing star.

My nails bite into his shoulders. I want to straighten my legs out like how I normally do when I cum, but since I’m in his lap, that can’t happen… Until his hands reach down under my thighs, lift me up and let my legs straighten until I’m sitting on him in the splits. Thank you, yoga for keeping me flexible after all these years. With my legs locked straight, the contained intensity is able to spread out over me. My pointed toes tingle along with every strand of my long hair that touches my ass as I lean my head back, just basking in the climax.

“Fuck!” I haven’t had such a good orgasm in years!

His cock rocks back and forth, massaging my insides, not too much like Eric or Shawn always did that took over the relaxation of the orgasm, and not too little like Kevin or Curtis did that added nothing and sometimes even distracted me like a pestering fly buzzing around my head. *How is he so fucking perfect? Was it this good before? Did I lie to myself after I left him and pretend that it wasn’t incredible?*

His shirt is unbuttoned and pulled back over his shoulders. It’s silly, I don’t remember doing that. His chest is wide and well defined. The meat in his shoulders is even better than what he had all those years ago. He’s stepped into manhood very well. I can see more of his tattoo now. Mostly skulls and smoke as far as I can see from this angle. It looks like the tattoos continue down his arms to some extent as well as farther down his back.

His hands wrap around me, and he lays his head on my chest as he wraps me in a deep embrace. Every inch of skin that he touches lights up like fireworks.

“Kyle, did you cum?” *Please say yes. Please tell me you came and I’m pregnant.*

“No. Remember what I always used to say about cumming?”

I laugh. How could I forget? “I cum first, second and third. Then you cum.”

“That’s right.”

“I think you messed up already though, didn’t you?”

I look down at him and he pulls me into another kiss. There’s so much love embedded in that kiss. So much desire and hope.

“I’ll just have to make up for it.” He smiles as his hands wrap around my legs and he stands.

I normally fight being picked up. I’m not overly heavy, but I’m 160 pounds of woman. Kevin can’t pick me up without straining, Kyle picked me up a couple times in the past and it had looked like it took some effort. This time, Kyle doesn’t even blink and I don’t resist as he walks to the bedroom.

I revel in the fact that his big, hard, perfect cock hasn’t left my needy flower. I kiss his jaw, cheek, ear, neck and shoulder during the walk. He lays me down and instantly starts pumping me with a slow but strong rhythm.

I left my legs up until my ankles are at my ears but he pulls them down and wraps me around his waist. “No. That’s not what you want.” He kisses my neck as he whispers to me. “You’re listening to your brain. I can feel you, Rachel. I can feel your body and your heart crying out for true attention. I know you like it rough, I taught you that. We’ll do that soon, but not right now. Turn your mind off. Can you do that? Can you turn your mind off for me.?”

“Yes,” I whisper. His powerful thrust cloud my mind anyway. Why not just shut it off?

“Can you give me your body?”

“Yes, Kyle!” I moan. “My body is yours.”

“And your heart? Rachel, can you give yourself over to me, completely?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vqxq8v/15_years_later_ch_8_9_oral_sex