Re: Ponytail: A Bull's Story
Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:23 pm
Chapter 14
The animal lust in me made me want to grab Lou, bend her over, and fuck her hard by pulling her into me by use that silky ponytail as a handle. Fortunately, I have enough experience and self-control to know that while it might be fun for me in the moment, I would have far greater pleasure in the long run if I moved things along in a more measured fashion. Lou and Jeff would also enjoy it more.
I looked Lou over. She was leaning back against the door somehow appearing like a combination of fearful prey and a ravenous predator. I imagined that dichotomy was spinning through her body and mind right at that moment. It made her all the more attractive to me.
“Come here my pet. Before we do anything, it is time for a talk.”
She moved unsteadily across the room and let me seat her on the bed. I stood facing her. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked.
“Well, neither you nor Jeff are very good at expressing your desires,” I began.
Her response surprised me. She scooted back and pulled her skirt up to expose a pussy ready for fucking. Her lips were engorged with blood and there was a shine from where her moisture had dripped onto her upper thighs. I had to laugh.
“I’ll have to be more precise. You two don’t verbalize your desires terribly well. Now fix your dress and sit up to talk with me. You are starting to become distracting.” Distracting and then some. “Good. Now feel free to expand beyond simple yes or no answers, okay?”
“Sure.”
By now I was sure Jeff had to be at that door trying to hear what was happening and imagining all kinds of stuff. He had been sporting a tent in his trousers when Lou had shut the door. “Let’s keep our voices down so this is private. Just you and me.”
“Okay.”
“I want to get a better idea of what you and Jeff think you want right now.” I’d be better able to move them to exactly what I want if I knew where things stood now. “Do you want Jeff in bed with us tonight?”
“I…I don’t think so. You were right about not being able to let go. What he and I have is love. When we have sex, we are expressing that love. That isn’t what you and I have here. I don’t think having the three of us in bed together would work for me.”
“Right you are, little one. Right you are. What about having him in here or even out in the hall with the door open so he can see? Would that be okay?”
She squirmed. “Maybe. I think I’d feel more inhibited though.”
“But what about poor Jeff? He’s out there by himself.”
“Erm…I don’t know. Maybe he can watch later, after the first time.”
“After the first time? You seem to have high expectations of me. I could be a one and done type of guy with a needle dick.”
She looked at my crotch and said, “I doubt that very seriously.”
“I did commit you to telling him all about it when we came in here. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I think so. That might be fun.”
“And tonight, tonight you are okay with us having sex here on your marital bed?”
She shivered when I said that. “Yes.”
“Come here, then.”
I held her hand as she stepped off the bed. We were standing, facing each other inches apart. I’m an inch over six feet and weigh about 195 pounds. I’m not huge, but I don’t carry any fat and have a pretty good build. I towered over Lou. Even with her in short heels, I was more than a head taller than she was. I probably weighed twice what she did as well. She was a petite little thing. I lowered my head and kissed her. I started with just a gentle press of my lips against hers. Then I followed it with a soft exploration of her lips with my tongue. I felt her arms grasp around my neck as I pressed my tongue deeper into her mouth. Our tongues were snaking around each other and her arms were pulling me into her.
I broke the kiss and pressed down on her shoulders until she knelt before me. “When did you where that dress last?” I asked her as I unzipped my pants.
She blinked at the question. “Uhm…I guess at the last dinner hosted by Jeff’s firm.”
I slowly unbuckled my belt. Lou was watching my movement like a pointer locked on a bird. “So your husband’s bosses all saw you being the supportive little housewife dressed for dinner out in this dress?” She nodded as I slipped the belt out of the pants. “Where else, where else did you wear that dress?” I held my hand on the button.
“I’ve worn it to church.”
“Your minister and congregation all got to see you being the dutiful church going wife looking innocent and pretty in the dress you are wearing right now as you wait for my cock, the cock of a man not your husband?”
She shivered and licked her lips. “Oh yes.”
Imagine Jeff’s boss seeing that hunger you have on your face right now, or your minister.” I popped the button. “They would be shocked, wouldn’t they?”
Her answer was a whisper as I slowly reached into my black boxer briefs. “Yes.”
“But you want this anyway. You want to be my dirty little slut, don’t you?”
Another whispered, “Yes,” was her response.
I held my hard cock and my balls in my right hand and pulled the band of my briefs under them. Exposing myself to her. I had carefully manscaped in the shower that afternoon. My balls were shaved smooth and the hair around the base of my cock was trimmed short. Not so short as to be whiskery, but not long enough to get in the way of anything.
I pulled her head to my crotch. Her lips pressed the end of my cock in a kiss as she put her hands around the base. Then her lips opened and she took me into her mouth. I guided her head back and forth, pumping her up and down on my cock. She was careful with her teeth and used her hands and tongue well. While not yet a master, she was a solid journeyman cocksucker. Training her would be delightful.
I pressed forward into her, pushing the head of my cock to the back of her throat. When she started to gag, I held her head in place for a beat before pulling back. Yes, she would take me into her throat before long. Finally, as my motor started revving towards orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her sweet little mouth. She whimpered as I rearranged myself and zipped and buttoned my pants.
“One last detail. Are you fertile?”
Her eyes widened at the implications of my question. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good. And you are confident, absolutely confident that you and Jeff are clean. No chance of an STD?”
She was shaking her head as I asked. “No. No chance.”
“Strip. I’ll be right back.” I went and unlocked and opened the bedroom door and stepped through it. I saw Jeff duck around the corner of the hall into the living room as I stepped out. He had been outside his locked bedroom door while his wife took my cock into her mouth next to his bed.
I went to the living room and said, “Jeff, before I fuck Lou I want you to look at this.” I showed him a recent clean bill of health. “I’m clean. No STDs, no diseases. I’ve spoken with Lou. She swears there is no chance she has any STDs. I want you to look me in the eye and guarantee me you haven’t touched another man or woman since you married Lou. I want to know you are clean.”
“No…Nobody. I swear. We are clean. No diseases.”
“Okay. In that case, I’m going to drop a load or two into your wife. She said she will definitely give you all the details later. She also said she might let you watch round two from the doorway if she is comfortable. That way it won’t be just you standing outside that door listening. Okay?”
“Yes…okay.”
“Go get a towel. You don’t want to spurt all over the pretty hardwood in the hall.” I turned and went back to the bedroom.
When I turned around after relocking the door, I was greeted with the sight of Lou naked in the middle of her king-sized bed. She had pulled the covers and decorative pillows off the bed leaving just a couple of normal pillows and a very horny woman served up on a king-sized platter for me.
I stripped. Not fast, not slow. I didn’t want to rip my clothes off and toss them helter-skelter like an overheated teenager. I didn’t want to do a striptease either. I was simply efficient and didn’t pay much attention to the sexy trollop waiting for me. I made sure to fold my clothes so as not to wrinkle them. I put my sox in my shoes. I placed my watch on the dresser, having learned that sometimes the band would catch a woman’s hair during vigorous sex.
Finally, nude, with a partial hard on. I eased onto the bed and put my head onto a pillow next to Lou. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her softly just in front of her right ear. I trailed little kisses down from there to that soft spot under the jaw. She moaned and rubbed her body against me. I pulled my head back and slid a finger along her collarbone. I could smell her arousal. It was time to play her like a Stradivarius.
“How long has it been?” I asked, “When was the last time someone other than Jeff touched you sexually?” I was rubbing little circles across her chest with my middle finger. She was arching, trying to move her breasts to my hand.
“Years. Since before we were married.”
“Now you are giving yourself to me.”
“Mmmm. Yes.”
I rubbed the back of my hand down her side from armpit to hipbone. The feel of her skin was exquisite. This close, I could see the well-toned muscles flexing as she moved in response to my touch, “This is your marital bed. Your husband is on the other side of that door with his dick in his hand wondering what I am doing to you. How does that make you feel?”
“Dirty…so naughty. So good.”
I smiled. “Yes, little one. So good.” I palmed her belly and gently stroked a circle around her belly button. As my hand moved below it, she thrust her hips up trying to get my hand to touch her pussy. I moved my fingertips until they were just above her sex. She was focused on that hand, so I dipped my head and took an exquisite nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
Her whole body shook at the surprise attack. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I brought my hand back up to the other breast and took it in hand. I squeezed it hard enough to elicit a groan. Then I let go and rubbed just the erect nipple with my palm, letting the ridges of my hand provide the tactile relief she needed.
She was getting close. It was time to give her that first orgasm of the evening. The first of many. I smoothly moved my hand down to her dripping pussy and easily slid my two middle fingers into her body. She moaned and said, “Oh, yes. Touch me…right there.” My palm covered her clit and my fingers were on her g-spot. I started moving my hand rapidly up and down. I nipped at her nipple with my teeth. She responded instantly, panting, “Oooh…yes…yes…yes,” over and over again.
Her pussy was beginning to gush. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter,” I said as I increased the speed of my hand until it was popping her clit rapidly while my fingers inside moved with my hand.
She arched her head back and was saying, “I’ve never…” when the orgasm hit. She screamed and her body flexed. Wetness splashed from my hand cupping her cunt up to her belly. Her vaginal muscles spasmed repeatedly. Finally, she reached and grabbed my hand. “Oh God, so sensitive. No more….No more.”
I gave her respite. I removed my fingers and left the bed. She was splayed out breathing like she had just run a record paced mile. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned up. “So, little one, are you ready to get serious about things now?”
The animal lust in me made me want to grab Lou, bend her over, and fuck her hard by pulling her into me by use that silky ponytail as a handle. Fortunately, I have enough experience and self-control to know that while it might be fun for me in the moment, I would have far greater pleasure in the long run if I moved things along in a more measured fashion. Lou and Jeff would also enjoy it more.
I looked Lou over. She was leaning back against the door somehow appearing like a combination of fearful prey and a ravenous predator. I imagined that dichotomy was spinning through her body and mind right at that moment. It made her all the more attractive to me.
“Come here my pet. Before we do anything, it is time for a talk.”
She moved unsteadily across the room and let me seat her on the bed. I stood facing her. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked.
“Well, neither you nor Jeff are very good at expressing your desires,” I began.
Her response surprised me. She scooted back and pulled her skirt up to expose a pussy ready for fucking. Her lips were engorged with blood and there was a shine from where her moisture had dripped onto her upper thighs. I had to laugh.
“I’ll have to be more precise. You two don’t verbalize your desires terribly well. Now fix your dress and sit up to talk with me. You are starting to become distracting.” Distracting and then some. “Good. Now feel free to expand beyond simple yes or no answers, okay?”
“Sure.”
By now I was sure Jeff had to be at that door trying to hear what was happening and imagining all kinds of stuff. He had been sporting a tent in his trousers when Lou had shut the door. “Let’s keep our voices down so this is private. Just you and me.”
“Okay.”
“I want to get a better idea of what you and Jeff think you want right now.” I’d be better able to move them to exactly what I want if I knew where things stood now. “Do you want Jeff in bed with us tonight?”
“I…I don’t think so. You were right about not being able to let go. What he and I have is love. When we have sex, we are expressing that love. That isn’t what you and I have here. I don’t think having the three of us in bed together would work for me.”
“Right you are, little one. Right you are. What about having him in here or even out in the hall with the door open so he can see? Would that be okay?”
She squirmed. “Maybe. I think I’d feel more inhibited though.”
“But what about poor Jeff? He’s out there by himself.”
“Erm…I don’t know. Maybe he can watch later, after the first time.”
“After the first time? You seem to have high expectations of me. I could be a one and done type of guy with a needle dick.”
She looked at my crotch and said, “I doubt that very seriously.”
“I did commit you to telling him all about it when we came in here. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I think so. That might be fun.”
“And tonight, tonight you are okay with us having sex here on your marital bed?”
She shivered when I said that. “Yes.”
“Come here, then.”
I held her hand as she stepped off the bed. We were standing, facing each other inches apart. I’m an inch over six feet and weigh about 195 pounds. I’m not huge, but I don’t carry any fat and have a pretty good build. I towered over Lou. Even with her in short heels, I was more than a head taller than she was. I probably weighed twice what she did as well. She was a petite little thing. I lowered my head and kissed her. I started with just a gentle press of my lips against hers. Then I followed it with a soft exploration of her lips with my tongue. I felt her arms grasp around my neck as I pressed my tongue deeper into her mouth. Our tongues were snaking around each other and her arms were pulling me into her.
I broke the kiss and pressed down on her shoulders until she knelt before me. “When did you where that dress last?” I asked her as I unzipped my pants.
She blinked at the question. “Uhm…I guess at the last dinner hosted by Jeff’s firm.”
I slowly unbuckled my belt. Lou was watching my movement like a pointer locked on a bird. “So your husband’s bosses all saw you being the supportive little housewife dressed for dinner out in this dress?” She nodded as I slipped the belt out of the pants. “Where else, where else did you wear that dress?” I held my hand on the button.
“I’ve worn it to church.”
“Your minister and congregation all got to see you being the dutiful church going wife looking innocent and pretty in the dress you are wearing right now as you wait for my cock, the cock of a man not your husband?”
She shivered and licked her lips. “Oh yes.”
Imagine Jeff’s boss seeing that hunger you have on your face right now, or your minister.” I popped the button. “They would be shocked, wouldn’t they?”
Her answer was a whisper as I slowly reached into my black boxer briefs. “Yes.”
“But you want this anyway. You want to be my dirty little slut, don’t you?”
Another whispered, “Yes,” was her response.
I held my hard cock and my balls in my right hand and pulled the band of my briefs under them. Exposing myself to her. I had carefully manscaped in the shower that afternoon. My balls were shaved smooth and the hair around the base of my cock was trimmed short. Not so short as to be whiskery, but not long enough to get in the way of anything.
I pulled her head to my crotch. Her lips pressed the end of my cock in a kiss as she put her hands around the base. Then her lips opened and she took me into her mouth. I guided her head back and forth, pumping her up and down on my cock. She was careful with her teeth and used her hands and tongue well. While not yet a master, she was a solid journeyman cocksucker. Training her would be delightful.
I pressed forward into her, pushing the head of my cock to the back of her throat. When she started to gag, I held her head in place for a beat before pulling back. Yes, she would take me into her throat before long. Finally, as my motor started revving towards orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her sweet little mouth. She whimpered as I rearranged myself and zipped and buttoned my pants.
“One last detail. Are you fertile?”
Her eyes widened at the implications of my question. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good. And you are confident, absolutely confident that you and Jeff are clean. No chance of an STD?”
She was shaking her head as I asked. “No. No chance.”
“Strip. I’ll be right back.” I went and unlocked and opened the bedroom door and stepped through it. I saw Jeff duck around the corner of the hall into the living room as I stepped out. He had been outside his locked bedroom door while his wife took my cock into her mouth next to his bed.
I went to the living room and said, “Jeff, before I fuck Lou I want you to look at this.” I showed him a recent clean bill of health. “I’m clean. No STDs, no diseases. I’ve spoken with Lou. She swears there is no chance she has any STDs. I want you to look me in the eye and guarantee me you haven’t touched another man or woman since you married Lou. I want to know you are clean.”
“No…Nobody. I swear. We are clean. No diseases.”
“Okay. In that case, I’m going to drop a load or two into your wife. She said she will definitely give you all the details later. She also said she might let you watch round two from the doorway if she is comfortable. That way it won’t be just you standing outside that door listening. Okay?”
“Yes…okay.”
“Go get a towel. You don’t want to spurt all over the pretty hardwood in the hall.” I turned and went back to the bedroom.
When I turned around after relocking the door, I was greeted with the sight of Lou naked in the middle of her king-sized bed. She had pulled the covers and decorative pillows off the bed leaving just a couple of normal pillows and a very horny woman served up on a king-sized platter for me.
I stripped. Not fast, not slow. I didn’t want to rip my clothes off and toss them helter-skelter like an overheated teenager. I didn’t want to do a striptease either. I was simply efficient and didn’t pay much attention to the sexy trollop waiting for me. I made sure to fold my clothes so as not to wrinkle them. I put my sox in my shoes. I placed my watch on the dresser, having learned that sometimes the band would catch a woman’s hair during vigorous sex.
Finally, nude, with a partial hard on. I eased onto the bed and put my head onto a pillow next to Lou. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her softly just in front of her right ear. I trailed little kisses down from there to that soft spot under the jaw. She moaned and rubbed her body against me. I pulled my head back and slid a finger along her collarbone. I could smell her arousal. It was time to play her like a Stradivarius.
“How long has it been?” I asked, “When was the last time someone other than Jeff touched you sexually?” I was rubbing little circles across her chest with my middle finger. She was arching, trying to move her breasts to my hand.
“Years. Since before we were married.”
“Now you are giving yourself to me.”
“Mmmm. Yes.”
I rubbed the back of my hand down her side from armpit to hipbone. The feel of her skin was exquisite. This close, I could see the well-toned muscles flexing as she moved in response to my touch, “This is your marital bed. Your husband is on the other side of that door with his dick in his hand wondering what I am doing to you. How does that make you feel?”
“Dirty…so naughty. So good.”
I smiled. “Yes, little one. So good.” I palmed her belly and gently stroked a circle around her belly button. As my hand moved below it, she thrust her hips up trying to get my hand to touch her pussy. I moved my fingertips until they were just above her sex. She was focused on that hand, so I dipped my head and took an exquisite nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
Her whole body shook at the surprise attack. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I brought my hand back up to the other breast and took it in hand. I squeezed it hard enough to elicit a groan. Then I let go and rubbed just the erect nipple with my palm, letting the ridges of my hand provide the tactile relief she needed.
She was getting close. It was time to give her that first orgasm of the evening. The first of many. I smoothly moved my hand down to her dripping pussy and easily slid my two middle fingers into her body. She moaned and said, “Oh, yes. Touch me…right there.” My palm covered her clit and my fingers were on her g-spot. I started moving my hand rapidly up and down. I nipped at her nipple with my teeth. She responded instantly, panting, “Oooh…yes…yes…yes,” over and over again.
Her pussy was beginning to gush. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter,” I said as I increased the speed of my hand until it was popping her clit rapidly while my fingers inside moved with my hand.
She arched her head back and was saying, “I’ve never…” when the orgasm hit. She screamed and her body flexed. Wetness splashed from my hand cupping her cunt up to her belly. Her vaginal muscles spasmed repeatedly. Finally, she reached and grabbed my hand. “Oh God, so sensitive. No more….No more.”
I gave her respite. I removed my fingers and left the bed. She was splayed out breathing like she had just run a record paced mile. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned up. “So, little one, are you ready to get serious about things now?”