New Goals, Fantasies, and Kinks.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
She reached over and touched the front of my jeans. "You're not following the script Quinn. Am I going to have to spank you?"
"Perhaps I need to spank you for being such a demanding lover."
"Oh, I've never been spanked as an adult. We may need to do that."
As soon as we got through the mudroom door Chrissy turned around, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me, leading with her tongue. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her tight against me.
She broke the kiss and looked at me. "My lover welcomed me to his home with a passionate kiss."
I leaned down and kissed her again.
Chrissy took my hand and led me to the living room. "I presented my naked body to my lover. He enjoyed my breasts. Do you like my breasts?"
"They are stunningly beautiful. How should I enjoy them? Would I look at them? Fondle them? Suck on them?"
"Yes."
And so I did just that. Her nipples were still erect. I cupped her breasts with my hands. I held her soft flesh, then ran my fingers around her areolas. I very lightly touched the tip of her nipple and Chrissy groaned. Time for some oral action, so I knelt in front of her. I ran my tongue around her areola, and then touched her nipple with my tongue.
Chrissy groaned again, "You are pushing me to the breaking point."
"I can't have a broken Chrissy"
I took first one nipple, and then the other into my mouth. She shivered and gooseflesh stood out on her breasts. I moved back and forth between breasts, gently sucking. She put her hands behind my head. I looked up and she was watching me intently.
Chrissy parted her legs to provide more access. She shuddered and she seemed to get weak in the knees. I moved to her coochie, took my tongue, and then ran it the length of her slit. Her juice was sweet with a trace of my salty cum from our earlier fuck session. I spent a moment lapping it up. Then I ran my tongue the length of her vulva again and flicking her clit a couple of times. She held my head. I looked up and her head was back. I took my finger and probed her slippery wetness with two fingers. She took a step back and sat on the coach, spreading her legs further apart.
I said, "Perhaps we should move this research to a more comfortable location? This is hard on my knees."
She helped me to my feet and led me to the stairs. I grabbed her ass as she led me upward. When we got to my bed she sat down and pulled me in front of her.
Chrissy smiled up at me, "Now I remove your garments."
I allowed her to unbutton my shirt. I unbuttoned the cuffs behind her head so that when she had it undone, the shirt could fall to the floor. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, then proceeded to my trousers. She had them off me in no time and she leaned back to check me out.
She continued the narration, "I admire your tumescent cock. I run my finger through your gorgeous red pubic hair. I see a drop of pre-cum and I taste you. I milk some more drops from your shaft, lapping them up."
"Chrissy, you are an excellent writer, but you have shifted to present tense."
She looked up at me. "This is the rough draft. Now my handsome friend I am going to give you the best blow job you have ever had in your life. Please lay down for me."
"But I was eating your coochie."
"You can continue that when I'm done with you."
"No. I insist that we finish the earlier research and I get to eat your coochie some more."
"How can I say 'no' to that?"
She rolled onto her back. "Toss me a pillow, I have to watch you."
She placed the pillow behind her head and spread her legs. I sucked on her toes, then ran my tongue up her silky calf. Her labia glistened.
There is something so erotic about a woman's thighs. Chrissy’s were no different. The silkiness under my lips was intoxicating.
I looked up into Chrissy’s eyes, "Are you going to narrate this?"
"Okay. My lover ran his tongue the length of my slit sending electricity up my spine. Ah. He probed my cooch, lapping up the freely flowing fluids. I heard him groan with pleasure as he savored my nectar. He cleaned my perineum and anus. Ah. Ah. Shivers ripped through my body. I shuddered as he probed my rosebud."
Chrissy let out a long moan. I tried probing her ass with my tongue, but the tightness of her sphincter held me back.
I looked up and her eyes were closed, "Have you stopped?"
Her voice was more breathy now, "He probed my cooch and returned to my clit with several seconds of vigorous licking, and then a tease of nothing. He reached up with his hand and began working my nipples, light twisting them like he was dialing a nob. Ah."
Chrissy’s legs started shaking slightly and I probed for her g-spot. It was ready and primed. I rubbed it and began sucking hard on her clit, now a lick, now a suck.
Chrissy clinched my hair and held my face from her coochie. Her cooch began contracting, juices running over my hand. I continued rubbing her g-spot and twisting her nipples. Tremors wracked her body. Finally she grabbed my wrist. I took it as a signal to stop. If I had an erection, I would have provided more rough sex, but I still wasn't fully recovered. She lay there panting, not moving.
Finally, she opened her eyes slightly and smiled, "Oh my god that was incredible."
I was on my knees between her spread legs, "Now what happens Madame Author?"
"I have to recover for a moment. I think we need to switch positions as soon as I am able. Give me moment."
She reached for my hand. "Oh my god," she repeated. After a minute or so she said, "Okay."
I laid down next to her. Chrissy grasped my face with both hands, a quick lick across my lips to taste her own juices, then she kissed me hard. It was so wonderful holding her naked body in my arms, her breasts pressed against me.
She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Now it is time to give you the best blow job you have ever had in your life."
I smiled and placed a pillow underneath my head.
Chrissy kissed me then moved between my legs. She began by teasing me, running her tongue up the length of my shaft. Flicking her tongue on my sensitive frenulum. Next down to my balls. She lifted them and licked the sensitive spot above my perineum sending shivers up my spine. She took each ball completely into her mouth. It was such an amazing feeling.
Chrissy crawled forward and straddled me, placing her wet coochie on my erection. She humped me, sliding my cock between her labia, being careful not to allow me entrance to her cooch. I reached up and cupped her breasts as her hips moved rapidly.
I asked, "Have you stopped narrating?"
"I can't do both right now. I need to focus on the task at hand."
Her mouth was back on my cock, her eyes locked in on mine. She ran her tongue repeatedly around the head, focusing on the sensitive crown. Twice she started at the base of my shaft and licked all the way to the tip. Up until this point, my erection was lying on my stomach. Now she held it up perpendicular to my body and began gently sucking the head, slowly bobbing up and down.
She extended her neck, closed her eyes, and slowly took my entire cock into her mouth. Her tongue licked my balls. She was swallowing, sending electricity up my spine. She retracted her mouth.
She said, "You fill my mouth and fuck my throat so nicely."
Then she had me completely in her mouth again. Time after time, she would shallow me whole, hum a little, then come up for air.
"Chrissy, I'm going to cum."
"We can't have that now."
She moved down and began licking my balls. Up until this point my legs were out straight to either side of her. Now she raised my legs up and started kissing the inside of my hairy thighs.
Chrissy said, "You know, coochie juice makes a wonderful lube."
I could feel a moist finger circling my anus. She took the head of my cock into her mouth again and began lightly sucking. Her finger slid into my ass and I knew she had found my prostate.
My back arched and she stopped everything again. She edged me away from a climax and she started again on my balls. I lost count of how many times Chrissy brought me to the edge and then pulled me back. Each time she varied her approach slightly. Sometimes she probed my ass. Sometimes she took my entire shaft into her mouth. Sometimes she just sucked the head of my cock. But every time she brought me to the edge. I had stopped telling her as it approached, aching for release, but somehow she knew.
"Now my lover boy, it is time for you to come."
She hit me with everything she had: ball swallowing, head sucking, ass probing, and throat fucking. I heard a groan come from my mouth as my back arched. She took her mouth off me and was stroking me with her hand, her index finger in my ass rubbing my prostate.
The orgasm that hit me was intense. My entire world narrowed down to my cock and my ass. I felt warm cum hit my stomach. My asshole was contracting on Chrissy’s finger. She took my cock down her throat and was vigorously mouth fucking me. Tremors ripped through my body. I looked down and there was a string of cum on Chrissy’s nose and upper lip. I don't shoot anymore. Could I have possible done that? Perhaps all the sex I had lately was strengthening my pelvic muscles.
Chrissy cleaned my cock and stomach, then milked my shaft for more cum.
Now I was extremely sensitive. "Can you come up here and kiss me?" She continued to lick. "Please. You've got me so sensitive."
She crawled up and straddled my stomach, her hands on either side of my face. I took my finger and wiped the cum off her nose and put it into my mouth.
Chrissy’s eyes went wide, "That is so hot." She licked her upper lip clean of cum, then kissed me with an open mouth. I could taste my salty semen mixed with her saliva. She controlled the kissing, probing my mouth with her tongue. I could feel her wet coochie on my stomach.
I placed my hands on her fine ass. "How was that for hands on research?"
"I have some good material, but we will probably need to do more."
Chapter 17.
There is something wonderful about waking up next to a warm snuggly body. As I emerged from sleep I was aware of Chrissy’s head on my shoulder and her silky body tucked up into my armpit. Her leg was over mine. Her breasts against me. The fragrance of her hair was intoxicating. At my age, I typically make a few trips to the toilet throughout the night, but I couldn't remember getting up at all. The result was some serious morning wood. Nevertheless, there was no way I was moving until she woke up.
At 7:30 my clock radio came on. Chrissy stirred and patted my chest.
She raised herself up and kissed me. "I am a very happy woman this morning."
"Making love with you is amazing Christina."
"I know," She laughed.
She reached down and found my erection, "Is this for me or is this your morning hard-on?"
"Both."
"In that case."
Chrissy took me into her mouth and left my cock wet with saliva. She mounted me, but didn't move once I was buried deep inside her. She pulled the covers over both of us while leaning forward to kiss me.
She lay down on me, her head to the side. "If I died right now, I would die at peak happiness."
"If you died right now I would be so angry with you I would never speak to you again."
She slapped my chest, "Oh, that was a bad dad joke."
"It's what I do best."
She brought her face in front of me, "We won't have the opportunity for morning snuggling anymore."
I squeezed her tight. "One way or the other we will find time to snuggle."
"While I have you inside me, is it possible I could make you cum?"
"Two difficulties with that. One: my bladder is full and bouncing on it would not be good. Two: once I empty my bladder, my erection will deflate."
"I really want to make love to you again. How about this? You go and empty your bladder. We'll both brush our teeth. We'll come back here and I'll suck you until you are hard again. Then we'll fuck until one of us can't stand it anymore."
"I like this. Maybe we will need to figure out how we can have more snuggle parties."
We returned to the bed and Chrissy climbed on top of me, pulling the covers up. She kissed me with an open mouth, probing with her tongue. Her pubes were resting on my stomach, her nipples brushing my chest. I placed my hands on her ass as our mouths pleasured each other. Every so often she stopped and looked into my eyes, her hand petting the side of my face. Then she would continue kissing.
After some time, she decided to move lower and took my tumescent cock into her mouth. Chrissy provided a marvelous combination of sucking, stroking, and churning that brought me to maximum hardness within minutes. She continually changed her focus, first the head, then my sensitive frenulum, then my shaft.
After several glorious minutes she brought herself back and placing my cock at her opening. She slowly lowered herself onto me. The initial penetration of her warm, wet coochie sending a wave a pleasure through my body. Chrissy placed her hands on my chest and began slowly grinding on me. Her eyes locked in on mine. Our souls and bodies becoming one.
The morning light filled the room with a golden glow. Chrissy’s disheveled, shoulder-length hair; her breasts; and her eyes all cast a spell on me as her hips moved in a slow, sensual motion. Her pubic mound rubbing against mine. I reached up and took her nipples between my fingers.
Chrissy looked down on me, "Pull them."
I pulled on her nipples.
"No. Hard. Pull them hard. Squeeze them."
I did as she bid, adding a twist.
"Ah, a titty twister. I think you may have to pound me again. Do you feel up for it?'
"When I bought this bed so long ago, I got it because Roz could kneel on the edge, and her coochie would be at the right height for my cock."
"Well, Roz was the same height as me. It should still work."
I climbed out of bed and Chrissy knelt doggie style on the edge. Sure enough, the perfect height. I slipped back into her cooch.
She pushed back against. "You have to fuck me hard Quinn."
"Your wish is my command."
I grabbed her hips and began to pound her. My cock was at maximum hardness and since I wasn't straining any muscles, I knew I could go for quite a while; especially since I had cum twice the night before.
Chrissy stayed on her hands for quite a while, but then she pressed her face to the sheet. I heard her begin to whimper.
I asked, "Is this too much?"
"No. More. Harder."
I thought, damn this woman is going to wear me out. Then I had an idea.
I needed to hit her g-spot. "On your back!" It was an order, not a request.
I grabbed three pillows and propped her ass up to cock level, her ankles on my shoulders. I grasped her by the hips and recommenced slamming her coochie. I could see and feel the difference immediately. My cock was striking the roof of her cooch. Chrissy uttered a moan that was half pleasure, half pain. She reached up and began rubbing her clit, but within a minute or two she was climaxing. She arched her back and grabbed her nipples. She pulled them out and twisted at the same time. Gooseflesh stood out on her torso. Still I continued slamming. Her pelvic contractions finally began to have an effect on my cock.
"I'm going to cum in your coochie!"
Chrissy moaned then pulled her nipples even further. My orgasm was not as intense as the previous one, probably because I didn't have the same volume. But I kept driving into her as long as I could stand it.
I finally had to stop. I had my cock at full penetration. Chrissy’s vaginal contractions were beginning to ease.
She regained her voice, "Oh. Oh my god. Quinn, that was so good. You don't know how much I needed that. Can you pull me up?"
I pulled her forward and she wrapped her legs and arms around me.
"I finally feel satisfied." She drove her tongue into my mouth.
I broke the kiss, "Good. Should we jump through the shower, or go get some breakfast?"
"Yes."
After a sensuous shower together we got dressed and went down to the kitchen. I put on some sausage while Chrissy made the coffee. We went out to my raspberry bushes and picked enough to make a mashed berry spread for pancakes. We had a very pleasant breakfast, just enjoying each other's company. Chrissy retrieved the Sunday paper from the drive as I washed up the dishes. Then we spent the rest of the morning catching up on the news and doing the Sunday crossword together.
Chapter 18.
I had just finished cleaning up after my dinner. I was sitting at my kitchen table listening to the news on the radio. Dining alone was something I had never quite gotten used to. The experience of dining with Chrissy the previous evening as compared to my solitary dinner this evening was stark. There is something about sharing a meal with someone that seems very basic to life. I thought that perhaps I could eat with Chrissy and Zoë a couple of times during the week. Something to ask about.
From the mudroom door I heard, "Yoo hoo."
I called out, "In the kitchen!"
Zoë and Asha appeared.
I stood and hugged first Zoë then Asha, "Welcome again to my home. Can I get either of you anything?"
Zoë said, "I'll get some water. Asha?"
"Do you happen to have any alcohol?"
"I have a bottle of white wine that I haven't opened yet."
"Perfect. Just a half a glass."
I went to the fridge.
Zoë sat down, "Asha, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"It isn't that. The wine will just take off the edge."
I handed a glass to Asha and we sat down. "Before we start. Zoë, I just realized how lonesome it is eating here by myself night after night."
"Oh, I never thought of that! Quinn, you are coming to my house for dinner every night."
"Well, maybe you and Chrissy and Johnny can come here too."
She nodded. Then Zoë the planner took charge. "So, Quinn."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Asha and I have been talking and we want to have some ground rules and a bit of a plan."
"You are in charge. Whatever you want."
Zoë nodded, "So unless she says differently, Asha will only be having sex with me and you will only be having sex with me."
"That's easy. Will we all be in the room together?"
Asha laughed, "Of course. Quinn, it's not that I don't want to have sex with you. Well, it's complicated. You are Zoë's friend. Well, you're my friend too. It isn't the sex. Zoë, what am I trying to say?"
"She's not so sure about the whole hetero thing."
Asha interjected, "You just need to understand that I..." She looked at Zoë, "Quinn, please know that this has nothing to do with you."
I could see some sort of turmoil, "Asha, I am not offended in the least."
She looked at me, "Let's just say I have issues I am working through. Please work with me and if I change my mind on this, please do what I ask."
I smiled, "Fair enough. I will not be the least bit offended if you don't want anything to do with me at all. I understand that you have a different sexual orientation. That's cool."
Asha placed her hand on mine, "Thank you, Quinn."
I continued, "You need to know that since Zoë and I have been in this relationship she has been all about experimenting. I'm old. I'm just happy to have beautiful female companionship."
Zoë slapped my arm, "You're not old."
"Okay, but I'm not young. Zoë correct me if I'm wrong here, but this past month or so has been all about you. It has been an amazing ride for me as well, but I want whatever she wants. I want to see her have pleasure. I want to make Zoë happy."
Zoë kissed my hand and continued holding it, "Asha, see why I love this man."
Asha was smiling too. "I can handle that. I would love to make Zoë happy too."
I said, "I will do whatever I am directed to do. If that means I stand on my head in the corner, then that's what I'll do."
They both laughed at that.
Zoë reached over and took Asha's hand. "Here's what I would like to do. I want to experience what it is like to be with another woman. I want to find out if I am straight or bi."
Asha raised Zoë's hand to her mouth and kissed it. "I am honored that you have asked me to be the one to help you find out."
Zoë was getting a little choked up. "I trust both of you and I know that one way or another, this will be a special night. Let's go upstairs."
We reconvened in my bedroom. I turned on the night stand lights as sunlight was fading.
Zoë sat in my rocker in the corner, "If the two of you would indulge one little idea of mine. Could you undress each other?"
I looked at Asha. "Are you cool with that?"
She smiled, "Sure."
She stepped over to me. She was wearing a navy blue blouse and white slacks.
She kicked off her flats. "You can undress me first."
I unbuttoned her blouse and Asha placed her hands on my hips.
Zoë directed, "Please turn so I can see both of you. There. Perfect."
I untucked Asha's blouse from her jeans and gently pulled the halves apart. She let go of one hip and let her arm pull through the sleeve. I pulled the rest of the blouse around and Asha stood before me in her bra.
She was smiling at me, "You should reach behind me and undo the clasp."
I was a bit puzzled. Did she want me to be this close to her? She must have, because I felt her pull my hips closer. I looked down into her eyes. What amazing brown eyes. I reached around and released the bra. Asha clamped her arms down so that it didn't fall away. My face must have had a perplexed look.
She observed, "If you were kneeling in front of me you would get a very good look at my breasts when my bra comes off."
So she wanted me to enjoy her? I knelt in front of her and she very slowly removed her bra. As I noted earlier, Asha is a buxom woman. Up-close, her dark areolas stood out against her brown skin. They were smooth with little ducts around the edge. Her nipples were relaxed. I am not a large breast man, but her large breasts were amazing with just the right amount of perkiness.
She looked down at me, "I know I said that I didn't want anything to happen between you and me, but would you like to suck on my nipples?"
I placed my hands on Asha's bare back and pulled her gently towards me. She placed her hands on my head. I ran my tongue around the edge of her areola. As I moved toward her nipple I felt the skin tightening beneath my tongue. I moved to her other breast and repeated the maneuver. By the time I returned to the first breast, her nipple was hard. I took it into my mouth and I heard a groan from Asha. I looked up and her eyes were closed. I moved back and forth with gentle sucks. Then I blew on them as she told me Chanda does.
I looked over at Zoë and she had her hand in her shorts. As I was sucking, I unsnapped the front of her slacks. I hooked my thumbs under her panties and pulled them to the floor.
Asha looked down at me, "Would you like to taste me?"
She stepped out of her pants and spread her legs slightly. I put my finger to her opening, gathered a drop of her nectar, and put it to my lips. I groaned with pleasure.
"Do you want to eat me?"
This was going beyond the kitchen table discussion. I looked over at Zoë and she was vigorously nodding.
Asha saw that too and climbed up on the bed.
I looked up at her, "You're okay with this?"
"This isn't scary. I think I want to see if you are as good as Zoë says you are."
I was still completely clothed, but I settled in between her thighs. I put my nose into her substantial pubes. Her pheromones were intoxicating. Before I knew it a naked Zoë was straddling Asha, her coochie on Asha's stomach. I didn't know what was going on between them, but I had Asha's very nice vulva in front of me.
The best way to describe Asha was that she was retro. She had a bush that came straight out of the seventies. Her vulva consisted of only a slit. Her labia majora completely hid the rest of her folds.
I started at her perineum and slowly slid my tongue along her slit, parting her labia. Asha spread her legs further, providing more access. There was motion and I saw that Zoë had placed herself over Asha's mouth. I reached up and took one of Asha's nipples between my fingers. I remembered our conversation from the hike and I began teasing her. Moving my tongue around, but not focusing on any one part; cooch, slit, clit, perineum, anus, labia. I tried to be as random as possible, varying pressure and the amount of time I spent at any one location.
I looked up and saw Zoë's hips moving over Asha's face. What a fine view of her ass.
I decided to focus on Asha's clit. I circled around it, then gave it a couple of flicks with my tongue. Down to her opening to lap up her juices, then back to her clit. I continued this pattern for several minutes. I worried that putting my finger into Asha may cross a line, but as I sensed her orgasm approaching, I decided that finding her g-spot was more important. I slowly slid my finger in and felt the roof of her vagina. Bingo! Asha had a g-spot, albeit smaller than others.
At that moment, Zoë's head was thrown back. I could see her body shaking. Asha had successfully brought her to an orgasm. Time for Asha. As I rubbed her g-spot, I felt her cooch begin contracting. I wanted to keep this going as long as possible. I alternated between clit, nipple, and g-spot. Asha's back arched and at the same time Zoë rolled to the side. I had Asha cumming nicely and I worked to keep it going.
Zoë appeared at my side and I moved away so she could continue. I sat in the rocker and watched. Zoë began by kissing Asha's labia. I saw her hesitantly extend her tongue. Then she was all in. Asha let out a groan and grabbed Zoë's hair. Her back arched again and a guttural sound came from Asha's throat. Her legs came up around Zoë's head, blocking my view, but I knew Zoë had figured out how to pleasure Asha.
They continued like that for several minutes when Zoë stopped. Asha lay on the bed panting. Zoë's head rested on her thigh while she petted Asha's bush. I just sat in the chair, still in my clothes, enjoying the view.
Zoë looked over at me, "Quinn is still dressed!"
Asha sat up and Zoë hopped over to me. She pulled me to my feet. Asha sat on the edge of the bed watching. Zoë pulled my shirt over my head and then dropped to her knees as she dropped my trousers.
As I stepped out of my pants, Zoë said, "Asha I want to show you this."
My cock was at half mast, and Zoë was cupping my balls. Asha came over and knelt next to Zoë.
Zoë was smiling, "I know I am prejudiced, but I think Quinn's cock is absolutely beautiful." She lifted the shaft and gave it a lick. "See this part. It is really sensitive. I just love how pink and pretty it is. I also love his red pubes."
Asha put a finger out and petted the soft underside.
Zoë said, "I know this isn't attractive to you, but I love Quinn's cock. I want to get him hard for you."
Zoë started sucking and bobbing. Asha watched wide-eyed. In moments I had a full erection.
Zoë backed off. "Would you like to touch him?"
I said, "I feel like Zoë has taken me to 'show and tell'."
They both laughed. Asha reached out and put her hand around my shaft. She slowly stroked me.
She looked up at me, "Do you like that?"
"I do."
"I think I like it too."
She leaned and kissed the head of my cock.
Asha looked up at me, "I think lust is overcoming fear. Quinn, would you mind if I put your cock into me?"
I thought, lust overcoming fear? "Why don't I lie on my back and you can control everything."
Zoë smiled, "Asha, you will like being in control."
I lay down on my back and Asha straddled my legs.
Zoë was next to her. "If you place yourself over Quinn's cock, you can control how he enters you and how fast everything goes."
With a little trepidation, Asha placed me at her opening. She looked up at me and I decided to not move a muscle. Zoë put her arm around Asha as she closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself. Her cooch was very tight. I didn't know if she was a virgin, but there certainly hadn't been many things inside her.
Asha bottomed out and slowly began moving up and down on me. She placed her hands on my chest to balance herself. Zoë reached in and touched Asha's clit and I felt Asha's body jolt. Zoë's hand increased speed and within moments Asha was cumming again. Her cooch was rhythmically contracting on my erection. She reached down and grabbed Zoë's hand then fell forward onto me. I wrapped my arms around her and just held her. Asha kissed me and rolled off.
Zoë mounted and began vigorously fucking me. She used all the hip motions she had developed over the previous weeks, her hands on my chest. I looked over and Asha was watching intently. She reached up and took Zoë's nipple between her fingers and began kneading it. I did the same with the other nipple. Zoë was looking into my eyes with pure joy.
I smiled, "I'm going to cum, my love."
Zoë leaned forward and kissed me as passionately as I have ever been kissed. I pressed up into her as I came. She leaned back and kept the motion going. Then her back arched and I could feel her cooch contracting. She fell forward onto me as her orgasm waned. She slid off to one side and snuggled up to me. Asha moved against me on the other side and patted my chest.
I said, "By the way Asha, you have a g-spot."
"Is that what you did? That was amazing."
I thought I felt some moisture on my shoulder. Sure enough there were tears on Asha's face.
Zoë reached over and wiped one away, "What's the matter?"
"I haven't told very many people this. I had just turned 18 back in India. My father was arranging a marriage to boy I knew and liked. My future was bright. I would have a happy marriage.
"My cousin and two of his friends trapped me in a back room at his house and gang raped me for at least three hours. They each had their way with me many times. They slapped me. Punched me. Beat me. They forced their cocks down my throat. My nose was pressed into their disgusting pubic hair. They smelled like piss. The stench. It was brutal. I was a virgin and I was bleeding from their constant raping. They said if I said anything that I would be branded a whore and I would be an outcast.
"Six weeks later I found out that I was pregnant and I had to tell my mother. She arranged for me to fly to San Francisco and stay with my aunt so I could have an abortion. When I arrived here, my aunt arranged for me to get a permanent visa because my father would not have me back. He said I disgraced the family and he could not allow me to be married because now I was damaged goods. My aunt was wonderful. She took me in and cared for me. I got my American high school diploma and went to university. Eventually I earned my doctorate."
Zoë was petting her face.
Asha continued, "I know this sounds sexist and racist, but since that day all cocks were evil for me. I can still see the dark pubic hair and dark flesh of their cocks. I can still smell the stench of their bodies. I have recurring nightmares where dark cocks are attacking me, raping me, brutalizing me. I didn't want anything to do with men. They were dark and evil. Quinn, when Zoë was showing your cock to me, you broke the mold. Your skin wasn't dark like an Indian man. Your pubic hair wasn't black. I know I am being racist. I don't care. You weren't forcing yourself on me. I was suddenly filled with a desire I had never felt before.
"Thank you for being gentle. Thank you for letting me find out about myself and work through my fears. Zoë, thank you for making this happen. I know it was supposed to be about you finding out about yourself, but I found out about me."
I smiled, "We also found out you had a g-spot."
Asha laughed, "Yes. That was amazing. I have to tell Chanda. I will also need to tell her that I am bi. I suppose I am bi, but only with the right man. So far that group is a set of one; you Quinn."
"I'm glad I could be of service to both of you."
Chapter 19.
On Monday afternoon I was sitting in my office reviewing my materials for class. It looked like Francesca's band would rehearse on Monday and Thursday evenings. She wanted to sign up for a gig at the Brew Pub in about three weeks' time. She also found a replacement guitarist for Sam so I could stick to the bass.
I was deep into my reading when I heard from the common area, "Where's the motherfucker?"
I looked up and Jack Ashby was standing there, red in the face. "You're fucking my wife!"
I stood up and readied myself for some kind of confrontation. "Whoa, Jack back up."
"My buddy Rob said he saw you two eating in that sushi place!"
I tried to keep my voice low so as to not escalate the situation, "Jack, having dinner is not the same as having sex."
"Fuck you!"
Keeping my voice low, "Plus, I'm not going to discuss Christina with you. That wouldn't be appropriate."
"Fuck appropriate! You've been wanting to fuck her for years! I see the way you look at her you motherfucker! I need to kick the living shit out of you."
"I wouldn't advise trying that."
Just then two campus police officers appeared behind Jack, one stocky and one tall.
The tall one asked, "Professor is this man disturbing you?"
Jack screamed, "You fucker!"
Suddenly Jack ran at me and lunged across the desk. In boxing, the term is leading with your chin. Without thinking, I hit him with a quick left-right combination, connecting with his jaw both times. Jack face planted on to my desk with a sickening thud. I saw blood start to spread on the surface. I suspected that he broke his nose on contact. He also appeared to be out cold.
The cops came forward. The stocky cop said, "Damn Professor, you coldcocked him."
I rubbed my knuckles, "Golden Gloves runner up when I was 19. Damn. That hurt."
My hands hurt like hell. There is a reason boxers wear gloves. I had a decent cut on my left hand. I grabbed a tissue and pressed. My right hand started to swell a bit.
The other cop smiled, "Nice work." He spoke into his shoulder microphone. "We have an unconscious civilian in Professor McMullen's office. Request an ambulance."
My colleague Herb appeared in the doorway, "Hope you didn't mind me calling security."
"Thanks. Excellent call. I owe you a beer for that."
The tall police officer, who seemed to be charge asked, "Do you know who this is?"
"It's Jack Ashby. Professor Ashby's husband."
"Perhaps we shouldn't take him down to the city jail."
"Actually, I think Professor Ashby would want you to do that. She'd divorcing him and he's being a butthead."
"Then it will be our pleasure."
An emergency medical technician arrived at the door. She immediately checked Jack's pulse. Her partner came in and they checked his neck to see if it was broken.
The woman asked, "What happened to him?"
The first cop said, "He attacked Professor McMullen and the professor defended himself. Knocked the jerk out cold."
The EMT rolled Jack onto his side. Blood flowed freely from his nose. They stuffed some gauze in his nostrils to stem the flow and absorb the blood. A moan came from Jack.
The female EMT instructed her colleague, "Go get the gurney." She turned to the cops, "We'll transport him to the E.R. What do you want done after that?"
"One of us will go down with him and when he's released we'll take him to city lock-up."
The gurney arrived and the EMT team quickly removed Jack.
The tall cop handcuffed him to the gurney. "I'll ride in the back with him."
One of the custodians arrived with a clean-up kit and removed the blood.
I called Chrissy, "You're not going to believe who was just here?"
"Oh no! Did Jack come to your office?"
"He did and just as campus security arrived he attacked me."
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Jack's on his way to the E.R. as we speak."
"What did you do?"
"He led with his chin and let's just say Jack's not a very good boxer. Security is going to put him in the city jail when he's released from the hospital."
"What an idiot."
"Will that help your case on Wednesday?"
"Certainly can't hurt."
It was Tuesday morning. Chrissy had just completed her run. I rode alongside playing domestique again. I would occasionally drop back to check her fine ass. When we got home, we both stripped off our clothes. She lay down on her stomach on the coach. I massaged her naked legs, making sure to brush against her coochie as frequently as possible. Kneading that lovely ass quickly gave me a full erection.
Chrissy flipped over and began stroking me as I worked on her thighs. "The idea that I am going to get to make love with you again is making me wet."
I ran my fingers across her labia and put them into my mouth. "Yes. You're delicious."
She sat up and faced me. She put her hands behind my neck and gently kissed me. "Being with you makes me so happy."
"You promise you won't get jealous of Zoë."
"I'm not very possessive."
"Except when someone is fooling around with your husband."
"Well, you aren't my husband and we didn't exchange vows to be faithful to one another. There's a big difference between you and Jack."
"Excellent point."
I had the feeling that what Chrissy needed was some romance. I pulled her close so that her pubes were pressed against my stomach.
Chrissy wrapped her legs behind me. "You aren't taking me to your bed?"
"All in due time, my love. I thought it might be nice to snuggle with you a little."
"I do like snuggling."
She kissed me and I responded by entwining our tongues.
I eased the kiss, "I remember when I first met you. You were on campus for your interview and the union put on a meet and greet for you and another candidate."
"I remember that day."
"I remember when I first saw you."
"Don't give me that love at first sight bullshit."
"It wasn't love at first sight, but when Suzette introduced us, I shook your hand and I looked into your eyes for the first time. I was enchanted."
Chrissy put her hand on my face and gently kissed me. A shiver ran down my spine.
I slowly opened my eyes. "Ever since that day I fantasized about what it would be like to kiss you. What your breasts looked like. What your coochie looked like. What you tasted like. I made love to you in my mind hundreds of times."
"Only hundreds?"
"Maybe thousands."
Chrissy pressed her open mouth to mine. I placed my hand on her breast and she groaned. Our tongues entwined sending sparks to my groin.
She broke the kiss, "So we never did talk about what you thought about the Wood Nymphs."
"I think it's interesting that Wendy is actively recruiting nymphs."
"What did you think of Asha and Linda's boobs?"
"Very lovely, but you know me. I'm not a large breast man."
Chrissy looked suspicious, "Why don't I believe that you didn't like their boobs."
"I mean they're very lovely to look at, but I am much more of a crotch man."
"You don't like boobs?"
"I love breasts. I've told you. I prefer smaller breasts like you and Zoë have. As the French say the perfect size breast can fit in a champagne glass."
"And my breasts qualify?"
"Perfectly. In fact, I think I need to get up close and personal with your breasts."
"If you don't mind, I just need to say 'hello' to Mr. Man down here. We need to switch places."
As Chrissy knelt before me, my cock was three-quarters full. She gently stroked my shaft then traced her finger along the soft underside. She ran her tongue up the length then took my glans into her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling me. She first gave a suck then began bobbing on me.
A moan came from her throat, "A nice little taste of pre-cum. I need you inside me."
She pushed me back on the couch. I put a pillow behind my head as Chrissy moved to mount me. She leaned forward and I began kissing her breasts, avoiding her nipples.
Chrissy pressed herself onto my cock, "Just suck on me for a while. You can suck hard if you want."
I latched onto a nipple and kneaded it in my mouth. A gentle pull and then a hard suck. Back and forth between the nipples.
Chrissy set up a slow rhythm, grinding her pubes into mine. Her coochie pulling my cock. She would alternate between having her head thrown back and leaning forward to look into my eyes. Her face always serious, concentrating on the sensations. Part of me wanted to roll her over and vigorously pound her, but I knew she was savoring this. She kept up her grinding, changing up her motion to up and down, and then returning to the grinding. I wondered how long she could keep this up. She started bouncing more vigorously and that sent me over the edge. I thrust up into her as I came.
Chapter 20.
It was about 6:30 on Wednesday evening. I was washing up the dinner dishes when I heard Zoë's familiar "Yoo hoo."
She walked into the kitchen. She wore tight jeans and a knit top.
Zoë dialed her phone, "Chrissy wants to tell us about court today."
It was on speaker. "Hey! Is Quinn there?"
Zoë said, "Yeah. We're sitting at his table. Tell us the news."
"All good. First, the judge put a restraining order on the asshole and he isn't allowed to go within 100 yards of the family home, Johnny's school, or the campus. He has to be completely moved out by 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. He has zero custody rights. The judge looked at the video the detective took of Jack and his cunt. She said, 'I'm so sorry Dr. Ashby.' His attorney objected and the judge looked like her eyes could have cut him in two. The judge then referred the matter to the district attorney for statutory rape. Oh! I didn't tell you. Jack had just got out of jail from Monday's episode and he has two black eyes. Did you break his nose?"
I smiled, "No. I knocked him out with a shot to his jaw and he must have broken his nose when he collapsed onto my desk."
Zoë whistled, "No shit!"
Chrissy continued, "One last bit of news. My mom is flying in on Sunday around noon. I would love it if the two of you would come with me to get her."
I thought for a moment, "We'll need to take my car. I don't think either of you could fit four adults and a toddler in your car."
Chrissy said, "That would be great."
Zoë said, "While I have the two of you here, I went to my doctor this morning. I have some pretty bad ulcers. She's giving me some medicine for now. She thinks that will work. If it doesn't get better, they'll have to operate."
I said, "Actually, that's good news. I was getting a little scared there for a while."
Chrissy said, "Me too."
Zoë nodded, "Well hopefully I'll be on the mend soon."
Chrissy said, "Well, I'll let you two love birds get on with your evening. Love you both so much."
I said, "We love you too."
Zoë got up and got a glass of water from the tap.
I just watched her. She was an enchanting, graceful woman.
Zoë looked at me funny, "What?"
"I just like looking at you. You're beautiful."
She blushed a little. "I will never get tired of hearing that."
I heard a sound from the mudroom and got up to investigate. As I turned the corner into the dining room, I saw a blur that might have been Jack coming at me. Time seemed to slow down. He threw his body at me in a football tackle. His head to the side of my torso. For some reason, I grabbed him around his waist and lifted as I was falling backward. Jack's body drove into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. Pain shot through my back as we hit the kitchen floor. The back of my head struck the floor and I saw stars. Jack crumpled on top of me. By grabbing his waist I had caused his head to strike the floor first. Things were blurry, but I saw Zoë moving quickly. I wasn't sure what was going on.
She rolled Jack off me and knelt beside me. "Are you alright?"
I struggled to catch my breath. "My head hurts. My back hurts."
"Jack's out cold. Knocked himself out on the floor. Gotta call 911."
Zoë stood and made the call. I looked over and Jack's hands were zip-tied behind his back. I wondered where she found the zip ties. Junk drawer? A groan came from the prone body.
Zoë came back over to me. "The cops will be here in a couple minutes. Do you have feeling in your legs?" She pinched my thigh.
"Ouch! Yes."
"Okay, then let's sit you up."
She helped me up. Damn! I hurt.
Jack groaned again, "What the fuck?"
Zoë stood and grabbed a large kitchen knife. "Jack, let me be perfectly clear. If you do or say anything, I will happily slit your throat. Do we understand each other?"
His eyes went wide and he nodded.
She looked over at me, "Quinn, can you stand up?"
"I think so."
I rolled to my hands and knees. I took a couple of breaths then gained my feet. I sat on a kitchen chair.
Zoë lifted up my shirt and was looking at my back. "You have a pretty good contusion. A little blood from a scrape. We'll need to ice it down."
Jack said, "Wait! You two? Shit!"
Zoë grabbed the knife. "Another word and I WILL kill your ass!"
She put some ice in a zip-loc bag and struck it with a meat tenderizer. "Here, put this on your head. I'll get another one for your back."
A call came from the mudroom, "Hello!"
Zoë yelled, "In the kitchen officer!"
Two police officers appeared in the doorway. The lead officer asked, "What do we have here?"
Zoë said, "This man invaded our home and attacked my best friend."
"How did you subdue him?"
"He knocked himself out when his head hit the floor."
"Is everyone else okay?"
I said, "I feel like the Green Bay Packers ran over me, but other than that I think I'm okay."
"Shall I call the EMT?"
Zoë shook her head, "I don't think that's necessary."
The first officer put his handcuffs on Jack. "Got some scissors?"
Zoë retrieved some from the drawer and handed them over. He cut off the zip ties.
The second officer had been writing furiously. "I am assuming that you will want to press charges."
Zoë looked angry, "To the fullest extent the law allows."
"I'm looking at unlawful entry, plus assault and battery."
Jack cried, "What the fuck?!"
The first cop grabbed Jack's arms and pulled him to his feet. Then he began reading him his Miranda rights as he walked him toward the mudroom.
Zoë chuckled, "Just like Law and Order."
The second cop handed Zoë a business card. "Ripped from the headlines. We'll need you to come down to the station and sign the complaint."
"Right now?"
"First thing in the morning would be fine. We'll lock him up for the night. He'll get to see the judge in the morning."
Zoë extended her hand, "Thanks officer. I appreciate you and your partner getting here so quickly."
"You're welcome. It's what we do."
She walked him to the back door and I went looking for a pain killer. I sat down again and I heard Zoë talking on the phone. Must be with Chrissy
A minute or so later Zoë returned. "Let's get you lying down. Is your head okay?"
I reached for the back of my head, "Gotta lump."
"Two ice bags then. Do you want to lay down on the coach or the bed?"
"Let's go upstairs."
Zoë iced me down as I laid on my stomach. "I think we got really lucky. If Jack hadn't hit his head like he did he would have had the advantage of you."
"Somehow I think after seeing you deck that guy on our first hike you would have done something."
"Exactly. But I would have probably used that knife on him and Chrissy would now be a widow."
"So to rephrase your first statement, Jack got really lucky."
Zoë laughed, "Jack got lucky. I have changed my plans for tonight. We're just going to let you lay back and be the recipient tonight."
"Recipient of what?"
"A prostate massage."
"Are you going to give me instructions like the last experiment?"
"I can, but mostly you just lay back and enjoy."
"I can do that."
Zoë kissed my cheek, "Good, because I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before."
Zoë had me position my feet close to my butt with my knees up in the air. She placed herself between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. She was now an expert cocksucker. She had the head of my cock in her mouth with a nice constant suck and fuck motion. I felt my ass being lubed.
She said, "Do you think you're a one, two, or three finger guy?"
"I trust you, but I have no idea. Chrissy had one finger up there the other day."
Zoë kissed the tip of my cock and then began rubbing my asshole with her fingers. That felt amazing. Sparks were flying up my spine. She slipped one finger in and I could feel her hunting for the prize.
She found it and began to smile. "Here I go."
Zoë started bobbing up and down on my cock, her finger gently moving around in my ass making me feel like I had to pee. Now, she took me all the way into her throat.
Her finger came out and I felt more pressure on my sphincter as she pressed two fingers in. Zoë started stroking me with her free hand. Her lubricated fingers were making different patterns in my ass. She would pull her fingers almost all the way out, then back in as she massaged my prostate.
Zoë was rubbing my prostate with a steady motion, her mouth sucking gently. Out of nowhere, my world exploded. I didn't even have the feeling of approaching the point of no return. I just went zipping past. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I was cumming in Zoë's mouth. As I came, she took my length into her throat. She was swallowing, causing a kneading motion on the head. Zoë kept her fingers going in my ass. My entire being narrowed down to my cock and my asshole. Her mouth slowed, but still sucked, moving her lips the entire length of my shaft. Zoë didn't ease off at all. She kept up the digital stimulation. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It felt like I could barely get enough air into my lungs.
I have no idea how long my lover kept me going, but it seemed to last forever. Zoë's fingers finally slowed and she pulled out of me. I was physically drained. I straightened my legs.
Zoë must have gone and washed her hands because when she laid down next to me she stroked my hair with a damp hand. She kissed me, then ran her tongue over my lips. I was aware that my body was still trembling from the orgasm. My asshole ached, but it was a pleasurable ache.
Zoë said, "How was that my love?"
I just let out an "Oh."
Zoë said, "That was so cool. You feel like a little wrinkly ball. Maybe like a walnut. They say that the prostate is the male g-spot. I think I made you cum like you make me cum."
"I think you are right."
She snuggled up against my chest and pulled the covers over us. "I can't tell you how happy that makes me."
Epilogue
And so I have regained my life. It is nothing that I would have imagined even three months ago. I have regular female companionship. I see two of my dearest friends every day, enriching my life and providing hope for the future. I get to see Johnny every day as well, getting to practice my grandfather skills while providing a male role model for him. At least four times a week I get to have sex with either Chrissy or Zoë.
Jack is being held without bond in the county jail and is awaiting trial for statutory rape and the charges associated with his invasion of my home. The judge granted Christina's request for a quick divorce decree. She gained full custody of Johnny and possession of the family home and their jointly held financial assets. Nevertheless, she is having difficulty making her mortgage payments and the three of us are trying to figure out a living arrangement that allows Chrissy and Johnny to live without fear of losing everything.
With the concurrence of Zoë, Chrissy, and Chanda; Asha and I have had two Friday night dates. The first date was just dinner and conversation. The second date ended up in my bed where I allowed Asha to explore her hetero side.
The Wood Nymphs continue their outdoor adventures, although with the weather turning colder, they've only gone "full nymph" once. Wendy has recruited one of Linda's friends and another faculty colleague, Julianne, so there are now seven nymphs. I am lobbying them to find some guys to join us as satyrs, but they haven't pursued that idea very far.
Because none of us are able and willing to make a long-term commitment, Chrissy, Zoë, and I have settled into a polyamorous routine. I have the twice weekly ‘Friends-With-Benefits’ with each of them. For a guy who is sixty, it is a wonderful situation for me. I also have dinner each evening with Zoë, Chrissy, Johnny, and for the next couple of weeks Chrissy’s mother, Terri. We rotate between the three homes so that the burden of hosting is distributed. While Terri is here, Chrissy and I have had two additional Saturday evening dates in which she stayed with me afterwards.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.