Diagnosis Murder Ch. 02
*Diagnosis Murder - Rose Killer*
Steve leaned down to recapture his lover’s kiss-swollen lips. His tongue licked purposefully at the upper lip and was granted entry to the warm wet cavern. As his tongue explored at its leisure, his large right hand gently squeezed the small breast of the lissome body beneath him. Abandoning the luscious mouth, Steve slid down a little so he could now play with the delicate pink nipple in the center of the breast he held. Steve alternated gentle sucking with more aggressive grazing with his teeth, till the nub was achingly erect and his lover writhing continuously. He then turned his attention to its lonely twin and delighted in repeating the sensual assault. As he erotically plundered the sensitive flesh, he relished the cries of pleasure from his responsive younger lover.
“Mmmm, Love,” Jesse murmured. “Oh yeah just *there*.”
Steve would have smiled, but he was already engaged in worrying a delightful mouthful of flesh at the juncture of Jesse’s neck and shoulder. He could feel the rhythmic thrusting of the younger man’s hips as Jesse sought some form of friction for his solid erection. “Oh yeah,” Jesse purred as Steve lapped at the mark of possession, then yelped as Steve moved swiftly and engulfed the head of Jesse’s penis in his mouth sucking hard. Steve reveled in the knowledge that only he had ever tasted Jesse’s sex and seed and only he had ever penetrated the young man’s body. He was sure he would still think of Jesse as his virgin lover when they celebrated forty years together. Jesse had been the only virgin Steve had loved and nothing had prepared him for the unconscious eroticism of a virgin’s hesitant touch. The memory caused a jolt to his already throbbing hardness and he engulfed more of Jesse’s shaft and rolled the delicate sac with one large hand. “Oh, Steve,” Jesse panted, his body stiffening with imminent climax. “Gonna, oh, oh…ohhh.” Steve had recognized the signs of approaching orgasm and so was more than ready to swallow the sweet cream of Jesse’s release. Steve swallowed until Jesse went boneless and the flesh in his mouth began to soften. He allowed the spent organ to slip gently from his mouth and stretched upwards to kiss his Mate. Straddling the tiny body, he tenderly brushed away the sweat-damp hair from Jesse’s flushed face, his heart warmed by the incandescent smile on Jesse’s face.
“God you’re so beautiful, Jess” he rumbled softly. “Love you, Sunshine,” he affirmed as he peppered Jesse’s face with tiny kisses.
In return Jesse locked his hands behind Steve’s neck, trying to pull the bigger man closer. Steve grinned and settled a little more of his weight on the diminutive form. Steve had discovered early in their relationship that Jesse loved the bigger man covering his body allowing his greater weight to settle on him. Jesse was adamant he felt loved and cherished when he could feel Steve all round him, although Steve was loath to allow too much of his weight to be on his Mate for too long.
“Love you, Steve,” Jesse panted happily. “Love you so much.” Jesse gazed up into Steve’s eyes and gasped at the love and lust he could see in equal measure. Steve’s smile suddenly turned feral and Jesse’s eyes widened.
“Roll over, Baby,” Steve commanded softly, moving from over Jesse’s body. “Wanna taste all of you.”
Whimpering quietly at the knowledge of what was to come, Jesse obeyed Steve with alacrity. Steve watched with hungry eyes as his lover settled comfortably on his stomach, spreading his legs invitingly and displaying the muscular globes of his perfect buttocks. Steve grabbed a pillow and ensured Jesse’s hips were at such an angle as to cant Jesse’s pert bottom at the perfect angle for his attentions. As the smaller man settled himself, he wriggled his rear enticingly.
“All yours, Big Guy,” he smiled seductively as he looked over his shoulder at his bigger lover.
Steve growled low in his throat as his gaze raked possessively down Jesse’s exposed and vulnerable form. Steve made no secret of his feelings of possessiveness and protectiveness towards his smaller Mate. Jesse repeatedly assured his older lover that this just made him feel even more loved and cherished; something that had been lacking in his early life. Jesse relished being taken by his bigger lover. Given Jesse’s body was so small and Steve’s sex large, the older man always took great care in thoroughly preparing the slender man. Steve’s body ached with the need to bury itself deep in Jesse’s molten heat.
Tempted as he was to go straight to the main course of Jesse’s delectable globes, Steve opted to savour the hors d’oeuvres of other parts of Jesse’s body. He mentally decided his lover would come with him when he finally found release inside Jesse’s willing body. Positioning himself between Jesse’s spread thighs; Steve leant forward and moved the hair from the nape of Jesse’s neck. He began to lick and nibble at the newly exposed flesh. Moving downwards, Steve began to lick each shoulder blade, biting hard on the left to leave a mark of possession and earning a deep groan of appreciation from the pliant body below him. Spurred on by Jesse’s evident approval, Steve licked his way down Jesse’s spine and paused to lap the beads of sweat that had pooled at the base. Abandoning the proximity of the pale mounds of Jesse’s pert rear, Steve shifted to grasp each foot and bite at ticklish instep and sensitive Achilles heel, smiling at the squeals from his ticklish Mate. Not wanting to detract from his seduction by tickling too much, Steve ran his tongue up each leg and mouthed at the testicles, lapping at them erotically.
Finally, Steve placed a large hand on each butt cheek. He kneaded the flesh, squeezing and allowing the cheeks to part then close again. The tantalizing glimpses of Jesse’s center fired Steve’s lust. Finally Steve pulled Jesse’s cheeks fully apart, revealing the tiny rose of Jesse’s center. Steve licked and nuzzled at the newly exposed flesh, finally settling his tongue over the puckered opening. He began to tongue gently at Jesse’s most private place. The place only he had tasted and penetrated. He ran his tongue back and forth before finally beginning to probe at the opening. Holding Jesse wide to his ministrations, Steve began to press harder until Jesse flowered open to him and Steve thrust his tongue deep inside. Here was the essential taste of his young lover and it caused the big detective to moan appreciatively. The moan sent vibrations through Jesse’s already sensitized body and Steve could feel the smaller man humping the pillow and hear his breath coming in shallow gasps. Steve thrust his tongue hard and fast into his Mate and Jesse cried out bucking, but was pleasurably unable to dislodge the erotic invader. Steve spent several long minutes rimming Jesse enjoying both the vocal and physical appreciation of the tender assault. Finally, Steve began a slow rhythmic thrusting into Jesse’s loosened opening, his tongue imitating a larger, thicker part of Steve’s anatomy that was screaming for its turn. Steve was reluctant to stop his actions and so reached blindly for the tube of lube put within easy reach for just this eventuality. Deftly opening the tube one-handed, Steve coated a single digit. He pulled his tongue from Jesse’s body and inserted the finger. With a whimper, Jess tried to push back, showing the high level of the younger man’s arousal. Grinning triumphantly, Steve coated a second finger, twisting and scissoring the digits to stretch Jesse. Finally three fingers crowded their way inside and Jesse’s hips matched their movement in…out…in…out. Steve gently urged Jesse to his knees, maintaining the rhythmic pumping whilst spreading the smaller man’s legs wider apart.
Jesse pillowed his head on his arms, presenting himself submissively to his dominant Mate. The deep growl had Jesse breaking out in goosebumps and then he felt the head of Steve’s penis pressing at his entrance. Penetrating the younger man, Steve elected to keep his initial thrusts slow and shallow till Jesse was fully comfortable. Keeping one hand on Jesse’s slender hip, Steve reached under the undulating younger man to stroke the re-hardened flesh with a lube-slicked hand. Jesse’s back arched, his head was thrown back and Jesse cried aloud, lost in the pleasures his older lover was providing. Steve shifted his angle and increased his tempo and was rewarded by a primal scream as he pounded Jesse’s sweet spot brutally.
“Come for me, Jesse,” Steve urged, working his Mate’s erection roughly. “Come with me deep inside you. Come on, Baby. Wanna feel you milk me, Jess. That’s it, Jess, let it go. Come now.”
With a wail, Jesse spurted his second release over Steve’s hand and their bed. The clenching of his channel triggered Steve’s own climax. The big detective roared his release as he poured his seed into Jesse’s body. As Jesse collapsed, unable to support his own weight any longer, Steve followed him down, thrusting continually until he was finally spent. Keeping some weight off Jesse, Steve pinned the smaller man to their bed whilst he recovered from the intense climax. Finally, Steve rolled to the side and his softened penis slid from the harbour of Jesse’s body. The older man tenderly gathered Jesse to his chest as he heard the smaller man moan the loss of the intimate connection. He kissed Jesse lovingly, smiling at his precious bundle.
“Love you so much, Steve” Jesse gasped sleepily, settling his head on his lover’s chest, in his favourite post-coital position.
“Love you, too, Angel,” Steve whispered. He slid a large hand down to cup Jesse’s lax genitals and gently massaged the spent organs. Jesse mewled softly and Steve’s other hand stroked his head. “Sleep, Love,” he urged. He smiled at the answering gentle snore. Keeping the one large paw possessively and protectively surrounding Jesse’s genitals, Steve slid the other around the smaller man’s waist, pulling him securely against his larger bulk. Within minutes, the big detective had joined his lover in sleep.
The next day, the two men kissed tenderly as they prepared to leave the haven of their beach house. Jesse had a long shift ahead of him and so they wouldn’t see each other until late evening. To Jesse’s relief, Steve wasn’t working on any particularly dangerous cases and as they said their farewells, each man was already mentally seeing himself back in the arms of the other.
“Take care, Steve,” Jesse murmured.
“You, too, Sunshine,” Steve replied. “I’ll try and call during the day.”
Jesse smiled and Steve watched him drive away, wishing for the end of the day to come round quickly.
Jesse was kept busy and so the young doctor wasn’t aware of the hours ticking by. Finally able to take a break, he found himself in the doctor’s lounge with Steve’s father, Mark.
“I was looking for you, “Mark smiled at his protégé and son’s life-mate. “This arrived addressed to you. Sorry I got caught up in things and left it in my office.” Mark looked at Jesse’s wide-eyed look as the younger man accepted the long thin box. He watched as Jesse opened it to reveal a perfect red rose. “I thought it looked like a flower box,” Mark observed. “Got a secret admirer, Jess?” he laughingly teased. “Do I need to warn my son he has a rival for your affections? Or has Steve finally discovered his romantic streak?”
“Mark!” Jesse exclaimed blushing. “Steve does buy me flowers,” he admitted looking up shyly through his fringe. “But he usually has them delivered home or brings them to me himself”
Mark was touched at the open admission and pleased that for all his gruff exterior, his son was still a romantic at heart.
“Is there any special occasion?” Mark asked as Jesse removed an envelope.
“None I can think of,” Jesse replied shaking his head. “The card just says ‘You are mine’,” Jesse smiled. He put it safely away in his locker, along with the flower in the box.
Mark had ended up working late and so he found himself leaving with Jesse at the end of the young medic’s shift. He smiled as he saw the flower box in Jesse’s hand and the tender smile on Jesse’s face when he glanced at it. However, his smile faded quickly when he saw Jesse staring inside his car without moving. He raced to the young man’s side. He followed Jesse’s gaze and saw an identical flower box sitting on the front seat. Mark put his hand on Jesse’s shoulder reassuringly and the young man jumped.
“It’s just me, Jess,” Mark soothed.
“Steve wouldn’t break into my car, Mark,” Jesse said turning wide worried eyes at the older man.
“Maybe he would, Jess,” Mark said. “Let’s check out the box. Steve might be planning something”.
Unconvinced, Jesse opened his car and removed the flower box. Opening it up, another perfect red rose was revealed. Mark was concerned at the anxious gasp from the young man as Jesse read the new card.
“It says ‘I will take you’. These aren’t from Steve.”
“Let’s give him a call,” Mark replied.
Mark answered the phone and replaced the receiver. Moving round to face Jesse, he smiled reassuringly.
“Steve says he has some news and wants us down at the station,” he told the younger man.
There had been a flurry of activity regarding the roses sent to Jesse. Steve had immediately run a check on the computer system, but had been called to attend an arrest. He’d sent his father and lover home after arranging for their statements to be taken. He hadn’t been able to get home, contenting himself with a couple of snatched hours sleep. Then things had gone from bad to worse as a reply came in regarding the roses, followed fairly quickly by a Federal Agent profiler. He’d hoped to intercept his father and Jesse to talk to them privately and grimaced with annoyance when he found out the Agent had moved in swiftly when the two men arrived. With a dissatisfied growl, Steve paced waiting for his father and lover to reappear.
Mark and Jesse had been surprised to have been met by a Federal Agent. The man was tall, somber and dark and Mark believed he could hire himself out as a professional mourner.
“You must be Dr Travis,” he’d stated dispassionately. His eyes had coldly raked over Jesse’s slender form. “I’m Agent Lanning. Lieutenant Sloan has explained the situation to me and provided me with a few personal details. I just need to confirm a few things before we join him in his office.” So saying he had ushered the men into an interview room, without their being able to see Steve first.
Now all the men were in Steve’s office. Steve elected to perch on his desk. Mark and Jesse sat facing him, whilst Lanning stood to one side.
“The Rose Killer has struck twice here in L.A. and on two other occasions in two other cities,” Lanning stated.
“Why target Jesse?” Mark asked. He was finding it difficult to relate to Lanning. The man seemed to be in the room with them and yet be totally removed from them. Despite Jesse being a potential victim, Lanning had exhibited no signs of sympathy or empathy for the obviously distressed man. He glanced at Jesse. He noted the minute tremors racking Jesse’s frame. A covert glance at Steve showed the big detective clearly wanted to comfort the younger man.
“Dr Travis fits the physical profile for the killer’s victims. He’s smaller than average, but in proportion. From Lieutenant Sloan’s comments, under normal circumstances, Dr Travis is happy, enthusiastic and energetic. He looks at the world in an almost child-like way. He exudes innocence and exuberance. The killer has killed two men and two women. Two were blond, two dark, but in all the other respects they were the same and had the same sunny disposition. I believe this, more then looks, dictates who he selects as a victim”.
“How do you know it’s a man?” Steve asked.
“Because he destroys his victim’s innocence through repeated physical and sexual assault,” came the dispassionate response. Lanning seemed completely unaware and unconcerned at Jesse’s increasing distress.
At the words so coldly and clinically spoken, Steve looked with open horror at his young lover. Lanning hadn’t mentioned any details earlier, simply the roses were indicative of a serial killer they were trying to catch. He looked across at Jesse and found the young man was unable to stop shaking. His father had reached out and was rubbing Jesse’s arm trying to bring some comfort to the frightened medic. It took less than a minute for Steve to make his decision. He wasn’t ‘out’ at the station, but he had told his Captain of his relationship with Jesse. It had been accepted with equanimity. He had to offer Jesse some measure of comfort. He stood and opened his arms.
“Jess,” he said hoarsely. “It’ll be OK.”
“Steve,” Jesse sobbed. Flinging himself across the distance separating them; Jesse wrapped his arms around his bigger Mate. He buried his face in Steve’s chest and inhaled the comforting scent of his lover. In response, Steve tightened his hold protectively around the trembling man. “Sorry, Steve.” Jesse whispered.
“It’s OK to be scared, Love,” Steve soothed. “Being the object of a stalker is a frightening enough experience without being told so starkly he’s also a psychopathic killer.”
“Is there something I should be aware of here, gentlemen?” Lanning’s voice sounded irritated. “I was under the impression Dr Travis was a single man.”
“No, Agent Lanning,” Mark responded as he went to stand by his two sons. “You asked Jesse if he had a special girlfriend or a wife. Jesse quite honestly said no. The relationship he has with my son is not fully open. There are those who are aware they are a couple, but Jesse would not say so here without Steve’s approval. They are a loving, committed couple who intend to exchange vows in the near future. I am proud to have Jesse as part of my family.”
“If our relationship is going to cause you problems, Lanning…” Steve began, but was cut short by a gesture from the Agent.
“It’s not a problem, Sloan,” the Agent replied. “In fact, it may be an advantage. His other victims have all been single. No one special partner. They have been younger than Dr Travis, but he does have the appearance of being younger than he is. I believe that a part of the pleasure the killer derives from his victims is being intimidating and dominant. He has full control of what he does to them and when. I suspect in real life, he isn’t able to realize these aspects of his personality. I also suspect he suffers relationship rejection. He’s looking to make his victims pay for his rebuffs. Once he finds out that his current intended already has a dominant partner, it may throw him enough that this time he makes the slip up we need.”
For the first time, Lanning sounded passionate. Mark realized the Agent really did want to catch the killer. However, he still felt that he needed more empathy with Jesse and shot him a disapproving glance.
At this stage, there was little that could be done. Phones would be tapped and there would be plain clothes officers watching Jesse’s movements. However, Lanning explained that the killer always sent in total a dozen red roses before taking his victim. There wouldn’t be one every day, but on some days there would be more than one. The killer liked to play a psychological cat and mouse game with his intended victim. There was nothing else Lanning could offer Jesse, except this was the first time they had been called in so early and that perhaps with that advantage and Jesse’s relationship with Steve, this was the time the killer would be caught.
Seeing the look on Steve’s face as the big detective walked out of the police department towards his car, Mark decided he would catch up with the two men later in the day. Steve barely registered his father’s words as he bundled Jesse into the truck.
As Steve urged Jesse into the safety of their home, the older man was already stripping the slender doctor. For his part, Jesse offered no resistance as his shirt was ripped apart and yanked from his body. The dusky pink nipples were devoured in turn as large hands reached to unsnap then unzip Jesse’s pants. Steve pushed the offending item down as far as he could before turning Jesse and holding him back to chest. Steve reached down, almost frantically, to delve inside Jesse’s bikini briefs. He fondled the growing erection as the forgotten pants slowly puddled around Jesse’s feet. Both men understood what had triggered Steve’s almost primitive need to couple. A sexual predator was stalking Jesse. Steve was the only male lover Jesse had ever had and ever wanted. Both men overwhelmingly felt the need for Steve to demonstrate that Jesse was his and his alone. Jesse was frightened, instinctively seeking the strong physical and comforting presence that intimacy with Steve would provide. For Steve, the fear drove him to want to deposit his seed as deep inside Jesse’s body as possible and mark the young man inside and out as his. Jesse was his lover, his Mate. No one touched Jesse in that way except Steve. He scooped the smaller man into his arms and almost ran to their bedroom. Laying his precious bundle in the center of the bed, he finally removed Jesse’s briefs and socks. The young man lay nude and panting softly and reached towards his lover.
He felt his cock start to thicken again inside the confines of his trousers as he watched her lick the shiny slime from her fingers.
Maria took his hand and pulled him to the door as she said, “Come downstairs. I want to show you something else.”
Even Maria was surprised at the sight that met their eyes as she pushed open the sitting-room door.
But her surprise was nothing compared with Tyrone’s. He stood rooted to the spot reciting his mantra, “Fooking hell. Fooking hell,” as he watched Gail and Sally enjoying a comfortable sixty-nine in the middle of the carpet.
Sally lay on her back with her head towards the door with Gail kneeling astride her. The extra pounds that the years had put on her hips showed as her thighs were spread widely to allow Sally’s tongue and fingers free access to her cunt and arse.
At the other end Gail’s face was firmly planted in Sally’s minge as she returned the favour.
Maria led the wide-eyed Tyrone over to the two women and he stood staring silently down at them. He was fascinated by the spectacle of Sally’s finger rammed deep into Gail’s tightly clutching arse. As he shifted his gaze lower he could see Sally’s tongue flicking in and out of the folds of Gail’s pussy. He remembered the pleasure that same tongue had given him earlier and had to reach for the front of his trousers to adjust the position of his stiff prick.
Sally winked up at him as she continued to lap at Gail’s flesh until the obvious signs of an intense orgasm came and went. Gail collapsed on top of Sally and rested until she got her breath back.
Sally slapped her bottom loudly and told her, “Gail, we’ve got company.”
Gail looked over her shoulder, completely unconcerned about the exhibition of her gaping cunt and arse that she was giving to the spectators.
“Oh hello Tyrone. Did you fix the tap?”
Tyrone said, “Fooking hell.”
Gail struggled to her feet still getting orgasm aftershocks as the sensations died away. She didn’t wait to be asked but grabbed a handful of Tyrone’s cock through his trousers as she asked, “Is that a thick cock in your pants or is it just a thick cock?” She started to massage the hard meat in her hand but she was quickly brought back to earth when Sally called, “Gail. What about me?”
Her fingers were busily strumming at her cunt as she frantically tried to keep up the momentum Gail had started. They all watched for a moment as her fingers plunged rapidly in and out of her sopping snatch.
Gail nodded towards Sally, “Look at poor Miss Wetherfield 1951 there. Why don’t you help her out Maria? Show Tyrone your new trick. I want to talk to him for a minute anyway.”
Tyrone’s jaw dropped as he watched Maria shrug off her dressing gown and kneel naked between Sally’s legs. She pushed aside the busy hand and replaced it with her tongue. Maria licked the full length of the swollen gash three times before concentrating on the stiff little clitoris that sprouted just where the pouting lips stopped.
Tyrone was so intent on the scene in front of him that he hardly noticed Gail unzipping his trousers and reaching in to capture his stiff prick. She’d done it to over a hundred men before. Sometimes she had to feel around a bit to find the object of her lust but there was no such problem with Tyrone. There didn’t seem to be anywhere inside his pants that wasn’t filled with hard cock and Gail could barely suppress a gasp when she wrestled the monster into the open air.
She finally attracted his attention by wrapping her hand around his knob and leading him over to the settee where she pushed him down and then joined him, still keeping her prize gripped snugly in her clenched fist.
He listened to what she was saying but kept his gaze firmly fixed on his girlfriend as she worked to bring Sally to yet another orgasm.
“I’ve been talking to Maria,” she began.
“Aye, more than talking. Look at her. You’ve turned her into a fookin’ lesbian.
“I don’t think so Tyrone. If she was a lesbian she wouldn’t put this beauty in her mouth and swallow all the cum she can suck out of it. Would she?”
Too many ideas for Tyrone to take in at once. “Aye. No. But she’s never. She doesn’t…”
Gail was absent-mindedly stroking his foreskin up and down as she continued. “Sally and I have just been teaching Maria what she’s been missing out on and she’s going to show you. Here’s the deal. Make her cum three times, once with your fingers, once with your mouth and finally with a fuck and then she’ll suck you off. And she said in future, she’ll always give you a gobble if you make sure she cums first. Sounds good to me, Sally said you seemed to enjoy shooting down her throat. Just imagine what it would be like to do it to your Maria every night, watching her catch it in her mouth as it shoots out and then seeing her swallow it and licking her lips in case she missed a drop.”
She felt his prick grow even harder as he anticipated the spectacle of Maria taking his cock in her mouth. All he could manage to say was a quiet, “Fookin’ hell.”
Five minutes later Maria was sitting on the settee between Sally and Maria. Each had a hand on one of her breasts and they were pinching and stroking her nipples as she traded kisses and tongues with each of them in turn.
Tyrone sat on the floor between her widely spread legs. They had stripped him naked and each of them had inspected and admired his fat cock and the heavy full scrotum that hid behind it. Then they gave him his instructions placed him in position and left him to get on with it while they busied themselves with Maria’s boobs and mouth.
He slid two fingers easily into her wet cunt and was driving them in and out as quickly as he could but after a minute or so he realised it was having no effect on her and he stopped.
Gail took his place and taught him how to be more gentle with the tender flesh. She showed him how to use his fingers to caress it rather than prod it, but best of all she showed him where Maria’s clit was and the various ways to stimulate it.
The difference was amazing. After a minute or so of the new strategy he noticed that Maria was beginning to fidget. The fidgeting quickly turned to squirming. It was almost as if she was trying to get away from the diligent digits that were giving her so much pleasure. Her hips began to thrust up and down and she was gasping for air as Tyrone carried on with the massage until at last she let out a long moan and settled back completely spent.
Tyrone took his hand away. He had never seen her cum before and was staring in fascination at the folds of flesh between her thighs still twitching as if they were trying to recapture the fingers that had just abandoned them. He had found the whole experience more exciting than he could have imagined. His prick was harder than he had ever known it and was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto his thigh where it rested for a while before running onto the floor.
He snapped out of his reverie and realised that Sally was standing beside him.
“Ready for the next act Tiger? She asked.
He looked a bit doubtful about the prospect. He’d never dreamt of doing anything like kissing Maria down there before and if he were honest he didn’t like the idea.
Sally prompted him. She took the hand that he had used to bring Maria off and moved it under his nose. “There that’s what Maria’s really like. She smells sweet. She tastes even better. Try it. Taste her on your fingers.”
After a long pause he finally plucked up the courage and extended his tongue to touch the slick coating that covered his fingers.
Then he took the whole of one finger into his mouth and sucked on it as if it was a miniature cock. The taste wasn’t at all unpleasant and he was relieved to discover that the next task wouldn’t be as nasty as he had feared.
He lowered his face to Maria’s groin and inhaled the odour from her excited pussy a couple of times before moving the last few inches and planting his lips against her labia.
His tongue slowly emerged and he started to explore the folds of flesh concentrating on the wet canyon that ran down the centre.
Gail and Sally smiled at each other as they saw the way he was warming to his chore. Although it was his first time he read the signals Maria was giving him and devoted more attention to the spots that provoked the best reaction from her. He was having difficulty maintaining his position as Maria writhed around, only calming slightly when Gail wrapped her in her arms and held her close, mashing their breasts together.
That was all it took to send Maria over the top again and she panted loudly as she ground her wet cunt against Tyrone’s face, almost cutting of his breath as his mouth and nose were blocked by her soft flesh.
When at last she lay still he looked up. He was so proud of what he had just done that he was grinning like a wet Cheshire cat. “That were great, just fooking great Maria.
She smiled weakly down at him and stroked the side of his face with a trembling hand. “That was incredible Tyrone. If only we’d known about it before. I really want to put your… your cock in my mouth but I want you to put it in me first so it tastes of my pussy. I’d like to taste it on you.”
Tyrone needed no further urging. He was on his knees in an instant with one hand wrapped firmly around his prick as he moved towards her.
Sally reached down and took charge of his rigid cock. “Don’t rush it Tyrone. I want to watch her cunt open slowly as you slide this inside her. It filled me right up and I want to see her take it all.”
Tyrone took his hand away and allowed Sally to steer his knob to the engorged lips of Maria’s pussy. She moved it up and down defining the cleft between them as they were forced apart by the blunt head. When she decided the time was right she put her free hand against his arse and pressed lightly encouraging him to move forward.
Everyone watched in silent awe as the flesh seemed to divide. His fat helmet buried itself in her opening and she grunted with the sheer pleasure of the sensation.
Maria had never been so wet and as Sally urged him further forward the whole length of his shaft disappeared into her stretched vagina. Nobody moved for a second and then he withdrew a couple of inches and rammed it back up to the hilt.
A look of panic crossed his face. He had been in a state of excitement through two of her orgasms and the tight grip of her cunt around his cock was threatening to finish him off straight away. Oh shit Sally. I’m gonna cum.”
Sally yelled at him, “Take it out. NOW.”
The shout made him react quickly and without thinking her jerked his hips back and freed his cock from its nest.
Sally grabbed it and squeezed it tightly just behind the head. It was like a miracle. The urge to cum died away in seconds as the pain she was causing overrode the pleasure signals his prick had been sending to his brain.
She released her death grip and he eased it back into Maria’s waiting hole.
In the next three minutes the performance was repeated three more times. Each time he felt ready to cum, he let Sally strangle the idea out of his cock and was ready for more. The last time he moved inside her Gail reached down and lightly rubbed Maria’s clit with a soft rotary motion. That feeling, combined with the friction in her cunt and the sight of Tyrone’s cock sawing in and out started yet another climax which started in her toes and zigzagged all over her body like lightning until she begged him to stop.
Still erect Tyrone backed away, his stiff cock bouncing upwards as it cleared her pussy. Until that afternoon, he had never had a clue that it was possible to generate that sort of reaction from a woman. The feeling of power that gave him was better than getting pissed with the lads and he couldn’t wait to do it again. But first he had to collect his reward for his efforts.
Gail and Sally were sitting on either side of Maria. No one in the room wore a stitch of clothing and it didn’t seem odd to any of them after what they had just been through. Tyrone was standing awkwardly in front of them waiting for someone to make the next move.
Gail asked Maria quietly, “Are you ready love?”
Maria nodded and sat up straight on the seat. She beckoned Tyrone and said, “Come here Tyrone, I’ve got something for you.”
He stepped up to her, his cock bouncing wildly in front of her face. He could hardly believe this was happening, she was finally going to suck his cock.”
Maria took hod of his prick halfway down the shaft. The fat knob stood clear of her fist and was shiny with the juices she had left on it and the clear pre-cum that was still dribbling from its glassy eye.
She moved her head forward to close the gap and extended her tongue to touch the drop of fluid which had just seeped out. As she moved back slightly a shining line of thick liquid joined the tip of his cock to her tongue for a moment before it broke. Maria paused as she tasted the offering and decided that she liked it.
She leant forward again, this time savouring the smell of their combined secretions before opening her mouth and trying to get the bulbous knob inside.
Gail and Sally knew it wouldn’t work. It would take a lot of practice before the novice cocksucker would be able to open wide enough to fit a monster like that in.
Gail whispered, “Just lick round and round the end. And don’t forget to move your hand.
Maria grunted her understanding and started to slide her hand up and down along the fat shaft. They could see by the movement of her cheeks and the look of pleasure on Tyrone’s face that her tongue was busily dancing over the concealed knob-end.
He wasn’t going to last long.
Gail whispered again, “And your other hand, Maria.”
Maria didn’t stop her ministrations but raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Sally took the cue and grabbed Maria’s unoccupied hand and fed it between Tyrone’s legs. Her palm rested along the crack of his fat arse for a second until Sally pressed on her fingers pressing them into the sweaty divide until they located the tightly closed muscle of his sphincter.
She had no inhibitions left and pushed hard against the rubbery opening. She began to press against his hole in time with the movements of her hand on his cock and after about six or seven attempts she felt her unlubricated finger slip through the resistance and enter his arse.
That was all it took. Her eyes shot wide open as the first jet of thick cum hit the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled away from the spitting beast just as the second spurt leapt out painting a white stripe down her face from forehead to chin. She rapidly regained her composure and put her lips back over his pulsing dick as he shot more and more of his seed into her gulping mouth. His violent hip movements threatened to hurt her as he fucked her mouth but she managed to stop him from advancing too far. As his spasms slowed down she rotated the finger that was penetrating him and he moaned in the last throes of ecstasy.
Maria pulled away from him and sighed with the satisfaction of someone who has done a good job. Sally used a finger to collect part of the cum from her face. She held it out to Gail, “Want some?”
Gail said, “Let Tyrone try it. See if he likes the taste of his cum.”
Tyrone stared at the finger which was being held out to him. After all he had experienced today this seemed like no big deal and he sucked his sperm off her hand with no hesitation. While he was sampling his first taste of cum, Gail was busy licking the rest of his deposit from Maria’s face, returning time and again to her lips to share the spoils with her.
Afterwards the four of them sat together, naked and tired out, on the settee. Sally looked across at Tyrone and asked, “Fookin’ hell Tyrone?
He replied, “Aye, fookin’ hell.”
The events of that afternoon had a huge impact on Maria and Tyrone’s lives.
On early closing days Maria rushed round to Sally or Gail’s house to renew the experiences of the afternoon and learn some new tricks.
Tyrone stopped paying rent to Vera. Instead he spent an hour every Friday night making the old lady cum three times with his fingers, his tongue and his cock then getting a gummy blowjob as a reward. He treated it as practising for the real thing with Maria, Vera was delighted to get some action at last and Jack was pleased to get a rest from Vera’s constant nagging about his lack of interest in her.
“In Chapter 3 we find out what really happens when Roy and Hayley put up the shutters on Roy’s Rolls”
I held it inside her for a moment, enjoying the sensations as her fading orgasm caused her pussy muscles to clench and unclench around my prick. Then I began to pump into her in earnest. She let her legs fall forward so they were over my shoulders. She began to thrust upwards in time with my own motions and we moved together in unison. With each stroke my cock came almost all the way out and then slammed back into her, again and again. We were both moaning and gasping, driven beyond words to the level of pure hedonism.
My earlier orgasm had left me relaxed and I was able to ride her for ten minutes without even worrying about cumming. Then she pushed me away slightly so my cock fell from her pussy. Without a word, she rolled over to face away from me, her head and shoulders on the cushion and her ass up in the air. In the light from the moon, I could clearly see the moisture on the back of her thighs and tight brown crinkle of her asshole. She pushed herself back towards me and I entered her again. She pushed herself up to the doggy position and began shoving her hips back towards me.
From this position, I was able to reach around and find her clit. I began to stroke it gently but she grabbed my wrist and began to use my fingers to frig herself furiously. She was really getting into it and I marveled at her sexual desire.
Within another few minutes, I could feel myself approaching another orgasm and her cunt began to tighten around my cock. She dropped her hand from my wrist to provide herself with more leverage. Now she was moving back towards me with abandon. I continued to rub her clit and she started to moan.
In seconds, she began to cum. This orgasm seemed much more primal than her first. She was moaning, almost chanting “I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” over and over. I felt my cock begin to throb and gush into her. Her frantic thrusts continued to drive my cock into her cunt and she moaned deeply one last time before letting her movements slow down. I remained behind her with my dick inside her, enjoying the after shocks of her orgasm.
Brooke grabbed the forgotten towel from the surface of the tennis court and held it to her pussy. My cock was beginning to shrink and a mixture of my cum and her pussy’s own drippings was leaking onto the towel. I pulled all the way out and wipe myself with the end of the towel. She squeezed the fabric between her thighs and slumped down to the ground.
“Jesus, Henry, thank you. That was great. I haven’t had a good fuck in quite a while.”
I didn’t speak, just leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss then pulled me down to lie on the cushion facing her. She stroked the side of my face and we took turns kissing each other, our hands stroking each others backs as we recovered.
About ten minutes later, she sat up and told me to come with her. We left the tennis court and walked over to the pool area. She led me to the outdoor shower and ran a stream of warm water. We silently washed ourselves, each content to enjoy the moment.
After a few minutes, she moved closer to me and began to rub her body against me. I did the same to her and we found ourselves with our arms around each other while our mouths shared a deep French kiss. We held each other that way for a few minutes before she broke away and dashed towards the pool. She launched herself in a picture perfect dive and broke the water with barely a splash.
I followed her into the water and we swan for while, our exercise interrupted by quick grabs at each other and kisses whenever possible. The pool itself had lights inside and it was a real turn on to see her beautiful figure glide through the water. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and found myself with a rapidly swelling hard-on.
We found ourselves standing together at the shallower end of the pool and as I held her close and kissed her, my cock bumped her hip. Brooke reached down to squeeze it and asked me if I was ready for some more fun. Wordlessly I nodded my head and she moved to the stairs. Watching her move up the stairs, the water sliding from her body and her dark hair plastered to her upper back, I felt my dick pulse again and hurried after her.
I caught up with her as she was laying down on one of the large lounge chairs. She laid on her side and patted the cushion beside her. I lay facing her and we kissed again. Our hands gently explored each other bodies as we cuddled for twenty minutes, letting the passion build slowly. I spent some time sucking her nipples and she did the same for me. I had never felt much arousal from this in the past, but found I was enjoying it this time.
She used a single finger to stroke my cock and tickle my balls and I in turn let my index finger find her clit. We lightly played with each other until finally she moved on top of me. She slowly sank down onto my erection and bent to let her nipples brush my face. I let my lips and tongue dance over them as she moved her hips to grind her clit against the base of my cock. We let things build slowly, enjoying every sensation as we both became more and more excited.
I moved my hand down between her legs so her clit could be stimulated as it rubbed against my thumb. I could feel her pussy juice leaking out onto my balls and I sucked her nipples harder. She moaned in answer moved a little quicker. After a few minutes, she moved her mouth to mine and we began to kiss each other intensely. We were both getting very excited now and I began to move my thumb against her clit, intent on bringing her off again. Brooke began to use the muscles of her cunt as well as the motion to tease and please my cock.
My thumb on her clit was paying off and we both began to gasp and moan. We slowly came closer and closer to cumming and suddenly we were both there. I felt my cock spasm and throb as her pussy clenched my dick. We hung together on a sexual cloud for several minutes before things subsided. This was not like the rocking orgasms of earlier but a more emotional connection, shared together rather than using each other for our own pleasure.
At last she collapsed on my chest and I hugged her tightly. She kissed and nibbled on my ear and I ran my fingers along her spine. She ground herself gently against me to savor the dwindling sensations and grinned happily into my eyes.
We lay together on the lounger without moving for a while before she slid off and into my arms as we lay facing each other. We both fell asleep as we cuddled there and the next time I came awake, the sky in the east was glowing with faint rays of the rising sun. Not wanting to wake her, I was careful as I moved away. I made my way back to the house and dressed, tired but satisfied, before driving myself home.
Her expression softened as she advanced toward me again, and this time I didn”t resist when she continued to unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” she enquired.
I leaned forward to kiss her, not aggressively, but hard enough to let her know I wanted to do this. Her lips were soft, full and welcoming. They parted, allowing my tongue to creep inside her mouth.
My shirt hit the floor, the noise inaudible against the rain outside. Kirsten broke our kiss and gently traced the scar on my shoulder with her finger.
I smiled at her and tried to relax, and pulled Kirsten towards the bedroom, beginning to shiver in the cold of the flat. She appeared to have an innocent, insecure look on her face, and I couldn”t help but wonder if she was just doing it to put me at ease.
That”s the trouble with being around actresses, you”re never sure exactly when there not acting. I felt my feelings being manipulated, and I was powerless to stop it.
I got my first proper look at Kirsten at that point. Her eyes were amazing, pools of blue that could bring forth any emotion. Her face was perfectly cast in the light, and her hair was a dirty blonde colour, reaching to her shoulders.
Reaching the doorway I let out an involuntary shiver in the cold, noting that the damp had enhanced Kirsten”s nipples as well. Gently massaging my hands over her soft breasts I elicited a soft moan from her as she leant her head against my chest.
Her passiveness didn”t last long as she sank to her knees. I couldn”t see much in the darkness of the room, all I had were the sensations to guide me. I felt her touching my dick through the rough material of my trousers, even a light touch enough to bring me to life. Yanking the belt free she undid the button and in one swift movement my trousers and boxers were around my ankles, held in place by my boots.
Kirsten immediately went to work, leaving me no time to get accustomed to her touch. She forced most of my semi erect cock into her mouth, seemingly enjoying the feeling of it hardening as she sucked. I lowered my hands into her hair, gently pulling on it, and she responded by lightly biting my cock with her teeth. I loved the sensation, she was tormenting me. Her tongue work was amazing, she ran it down the sides of my dick and the head, before returning it inside her mouth to suck me again.
While I”d never suspected her to be a virgin something told me she”d had a lot of guys in this way, one night fucks. I was enjoying the benefit of the experience she had though, so who was I to complain?
I knew I was going to cum soon, and I moved my hands to Kirsten”s shoulders, the tightening grip serving as a warning to her that I was near.
Suddenly she stopped. Carefully she released my dick and stood up, in the process wrapping her hand around my cock and gently stroking.
With my eyes closed in the darkness I waited, suddenly wanting Kirsten to pleasure me. She was in control and she knew it. She wanted to tease me, the bitch forcefully blew her hot breath onto my cold chest, causing me to try and shrink away.
At last she spoke, teasing me in a sensual whisper.
“No way was I going to let you cum, I want you for too long tonight to have you waste your energy there. I wasn”t going to swallow your cum, I”m not some random slut.”
I found that hard to believe considering the aptitude she had shown at her task, I thought she was about 23, and she was already a master, a true sexual vixen.
Recovering some poise I decided she wasn”t going to have it all her own way and made a grab for the bottom of her top, pulling it roughly upwards. She raised her arms to help me pull it off, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was loving this ; I decided to continue with my aggression. Pulling her closer towards me I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor before pulling back to look at her tits.
The young woman stood before me proudly, she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. They were the best tits I had ever seen. Perfectly in proportion to her body they looked firm and the nipples jutted from them, begging to be caressed.
I didn”t disappoint them, sliding my hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them in one motion, then pulling away, trying to play Kirsten at her own game.
Kirsten leaned her head back, her wavy blonde hair making a coat on her shoulders. Suddenly she bolted upright, decided my fun was over and pushed me onto the bed. I landed on my back, Kirsten immediately straddled me, her breasts hanging freely over my chest. Resisting the temptation to enjoy them again I let my hands wander downwards, running them over her smooth stomach. The scent of her perfume hung in the air, drifting from her body.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her trousers, pulling both them and her underwear down in one motion, leaving her to kick them off her ankles. She joined me in my state of nakedness, the heat between our bodies was in stark contrast to the cold of the room.
Leaving one hand in place to feel her ass, I brought my right hand to her pussy, pausing a second to experience the heat radiating from it. I teased her slit with my finger, causing her to moan, she pushed her hips downwards, trying to force my fingers inside her. Meeting her thrust I slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a yelp from Kirsten my hand penetrated her pussy for the first time. She was tight, and very wet, and I left my fingers in place as she began to hump them gently, pushing them to the furthest walls of her pussy.
Beginning to gently stroke her exposed clit with my thumb, I lay back, enjoying my moment of power over Kirsten. I could sense her orgasm was coming, she began to quicken her pace as I forced my fingers inside her. She finally reached her zeneth with a small scream and collapsed on top of me, collecting her wits. I looked at her, aroused by the moans coming from her.
I rolled Kirsten over, and straddled her, making eye contact as I did so. Her blue depths begged me to fuck her hard, something I was desperate to do.
My dick was aching now, I had to get inside her. Pushing down towards her she parted her legs, inviting me to get inside her.
In one long, slow motion I slid into her completely, enjoying the moment for as long as I could. For someone who seemed to be sexually experienced her pussy was tight, and fit perfectly around my thick inches of rock hard erection. Kirsten wrapped her legs around me as I set a slow, methodical pace, trying to make this last.
Kirsten obviously didn”t agree with my action, and began tormenting me.
“Come on, is that all you”ve got. I expected a good hard fuck from you, not this shit.”
Glaring into her eyes with intense hatred at that moment, she knew her words had worked as I moved into top gear, pushing in and out of her as fast as I could. Her words had pushed me over the limit, my fury moving me to new heights of stamina.
I tried to respond.
“You fucking slut, wanting it like this. I fucked you cause you begged me to, its up to me how I do it.”
She raked her fingernails across my back, I felt the skin tear as she responded. Her moans became louder, loving being screwed like this. Moving my head down I kissed her intently, silencing her by forcing my lips upon her. She broke the kiss, and moved her head to my shoulder where she sank her teeth into me.
I felt her body bucking against me off the bed, and I tried to force myself into her harder, hitting the depths of her pussy walls with every thrust. She locked her arms around me, desperate not to let me go.
I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair was flayed all over the pillows and her breasts were heaving. She was getting close, but I wanted to tempt her a little first.
Pulling out of her as far as a I could I briefly held back before entering her again, teasing her, knowing she was in my power for once. I entered her again, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around my cock. I slowed the speed of my thrusts, waiting for her to respond. Sure enough she decided to give me a wake up call. As I pulled out of her again she grabbed my cock and gave me the message.
“Don”t fuck with me. Make me cum. Now.” She paused for a fraction of a second.
“Please”
I was elated, having made Kirsten Dunst beg me to finish her off. I began to go more quickly, and soon we regained our rapid rhythm of a few moments ago.
I was tiring now, I knew my climax was near. Willing my body to one last effort I increased my pace, my cock becoming a blur as I moved in and out of Kirsten. We were both coated in a layer of sweat, the result of our frenetic pace.
Finally her body could take it no more. Her pussy spasmed around my cock and she gripped my back and shouted.
“Ooooh fucking hell you bastard”
The rest of her sentence was a unintelligible moan. She relaxed on the bed, letting me know I could finish myself however I chose. I forced into her again, the intensity of the moment had subsided, and with it the superhuman proportions I had pushed myself to. With three short thrusts I shot a massive load inside her, revelling in the tightness of her pussy.
We both lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily to recover from our excursions. I finally pulled out of her; my dick coated with a mixture the juices from her pussy as well as the remains of my huge load.
Kirsten sighed contentedly and lay back. I looked into her eyes, finally seeing a look of warmth there. I stayed with her for a few minutes, then rose from the bed and took a long hot shower, ridding myself of the evidence of our sexual behaviour.
Exiting the shower I towelled myself dry, and pulled on a pair of joggers and a t shirt before lying on the sofa to try and get some sleep.
I chose not to go back to Kirsten, laying in each other”s arms for the night after making love is a very personal thing, for couples that mean something to each other. Kirsten and I were a one night item, using each other to achieve our goal, even if Kirsten did persuade me my shot was worth taking.
I drifted off, dreaming of how I could change my life again, and start to live as the carefree young guy I once was.
********************
The new day dawned as a fusion of sunlight and pleasant warmth. Rising from the sofa I walked to the window, noting the time as 6:45. Looking out over the fields I contemplated the last 12 hours, still consumed with shame by some of my actions, but promising I”ve would never be like that again.
Striding back towards the bedroom and Kirsten I placed my hand on her shoulder, shook her and spoke softly.
“Come on, we”ve got to be a work in a while and I”ve got no car.”
Mumbling some unintelligible reply Kirsten attempted to get up while I went to the kitchen to boil some coffee.
Kirsten appeared behind me, waiting silently for her drink. She finally posed a question
“How come you left me in the night?”
“How do you know I left you?” I answered a question with a question.
“I woke up at about 3 and you were gone. Just answer me.”
“I had to think, and anyway both of us know we were just a mild fling, don”t act upset by this”
“I know this was a one - off, but it still would have been nice if you”d stayed.”
She pulled the hurt act and I fell for it. I decided the least she deserved was an explanation.
“Look, every night after I made love with my wife I used to lay with her. It was special, we loved each other. I want to keep that memory. I”m not exactly in love with you, and hence I didn”t stay.”
She dropped her eyes. “Fair enough, lets not end this on bad terms though, I still have to work with you.” She held out her hand.
“Friends?”
“Yeah, fine” I said returning the gesture just as I had done last night when we first met.
Breakfast time passed with easy banter, neither of us mentioning the night”s events. I shouldered the burden of my hangover, dreading work. As if by telepathy Kirsten brought up the subject.
“How are we getting to work?”
“We have to walk, it”s only a few miles across the valley.”
A short while later we left the building and started the trek across the fields and hills. Walking along in silence, I couldn”t help but suppress a smile at my predicament. Thousands of men would have killed for one night with Kirsten Dunst, yet it was strangely irrelevant to me. Why do the great things come to those who least desire them?
©Peter Von Grunigan (2003)
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