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Vinnie Tesla Vs. The Nantahack Yacht Club
Part 4: Morning People
by Vinnie Tesla

It was very early morning on Nantahack Island, and very slowly I was 
waking up, sleep rising and falling from my brain like waves on a beach.

Blue dawn pressed against my eyelids; metallic birdcall came though the 
open window. I turned away and pressed my face against the warmth of 
Emily's back, nuzzling at the short hairs on the back of her neck. My 
cock, half-hard from some forgotten dream, found the groove of her ass 
and pressed along it. She murmured in distant pleasure or mild complaint.

I slept.

Emily's soft lips pressed against my stiff, dry ones, brushed my 
eyelids. The tip of her tongue flicked playfully across the end of my nose.

"Hey," I croaked.

"Oof! Morning breath!" she giggled, and scooted down under the covers. 
The heat and moisture of her mouth found my left nipple. I groaned in 
pleasure. Then her head was laid sideways across my chest, a pleasant 
weight.

I slept.

"Ow!" 

Emily's knee jabbed at my thigh as she attempted to scramble on top of me.

"Sorry," she murmured perfunctorily, then began to gnaw at my neck.  My 
cock at once began to swell.

"This is my wakeup call?" I said.

"Noh ah aww," she mumbled through a mouthful of trapezius. "Doh mih me. 
Keeh sleehing." She lifted her hips for an instant, then descended 
again, trapping my hard-on between our bellies, and began grinding 
against it.

"That may be tricky," I said. And then: "Ooh!" as her groin slid against 
mine at a particularly pleasurable angle.

"Oh, " she said brightly, releasing my neck. "Well, if you happen to be 
awake already." She scrambled up until she was squatting nude on my 
chest. "Cold!" she complained as the bedroom's air hit her skin. She 
limboed back gracefully,  obscenely, displaying the fleshy dark petals 
of her cunt to my ever-hungry eyes. Craning a bit further, she grasped a 
corner of the down comforter at the foot of the bed. "Hah!" she cried, 
and sat upright again, wrapping her head and shoulders in its bulk, a 
bottomless babushka, peeping mischievously out of her voluminous hood.

With some wriggling, a hand snaked down through the comforter's folds, 
and appeared over her genitals.  I watched, rapt as always, through 
still sleep-clogged eyes as she  pressed on her mons, displaying her 
clit hood. She leaned forward until her forearm rested on the headboard, 
then angled her pelvis until soft bushy pubic hair, then damp soft labia 
were pressed against my face.  Thus positioned, she rotated against me, 
catching her breath then releasing it in small gasps.

Perversity motivated me to passivity.  She was getting pleasure from me 
to be sure, but I still wasn't giving he what she wanted.

"Lllliiiick" she insisted, somewhere between a demand and a plea, 
drawing out the single syllable to something more like three.

I took a deep breath through my nose, opened my mouth, and pushed at her 
clit hood with my tongue, pushing the soft flesh back over the rigid 
tissue underneath. "Uh-huuuh" Emily sighed. Then the flat of my tongue 
dragged slowly, lightly, along the very tip of her clit.  Her hips 
shuddered and a hand reached down to grip my hair fiercely.

We found a rhythm together, her hips rocking lightly against my face, my 
tongue tip stroking the length of her clitoris steadily. She tried to 
ramp our speed  up, but I resisted, holding her to that slow, teasing 
beat, then I paused and worked my mouth further down, pressing her lips 
open to find the opening, where her fluids were starting to flow. I 
jammed my tongue in as far in as I could, my nose rubbing against her 
clit, my neck straining to hold the position. My hands gripped her firm 
little ass as I played the hummingbird to her honeysuckle and she 
twitched and yelped, her thighs trembling against my ears.

After a moment, the strain on my neck was too great, and my head fell 
back to the pillow. Emily pressed her clit against my mouth once more.  
"Make me come, Vinnie," she whispered, "Please. "  One of her hands was 
pressing on her mons to make her clit stand out; the other was gripping 
my hair painfully.  The comforter was mounded, forgotten, across my 
chest. Rolling my eyes back, I could see that her forehead was resting 
against the headboard. 

Our hips had found the same rhythm, her mound grinding against my face, 
my hard cock pumping against air, my face smothered in hot moisture and 
musky smells.

Her stomach clenched, her ass tightened in my hands. Against my chin I 
could feel her cunt surge as her Kegel muscles clamped down. Emily 
whimpered through clenched teeth, then dismounted and slumped against 
me, pulling the comforter back over us with one hand.

"Thanks," she murmured. "That was yummy."

"Yes, it was," I said, and kissed her deeply to share her taste; she 
responded eagerly. "That was really hot. Feel." I guided her hand to my 
still-rigid cock. She grinned, then gripped it firmly, and I gasped in 
pleasure. "I didn't know you were capable of being so quiet," I mused as 
she started to stroke me.

"Well, when there are cats in the house, you want to be careful about 
running the can opener, especially if you're already running late."

"Running late?" I said, confused.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be down at the docks in five minutes for a 
paddling class. " She scooped up a drop of my pre-come with her 
fingertip and popped it into her mouth, then sprang out of bed.

"Do you mean like boats," I said, "or--"

She interrupted me.  " I'll see you tonight, okay?

I didn't like this much, but rather than arguing, I took hold of my cock 
and humped up against the ring of my hands,  fixing her with an 
exaggeratedly plaintive, mournful look.

She grinned. "Save some for me," she admonished. "I'm not though with 
you yet."

I continued to jerk off as she got dressed, writhing and groaning as I 
went.  If she was gonna tease me, I'd do what I could to return the 
favor. At last she zipped up her backpack and hefted it, looking back at 
me,  her eyes sparkling, her face still flushed from her recent climax.

"Bye, darlin," she said, and kissed me on the mouth, then leaned over 
and took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking fiercely for an 
instant, while I continued to stroke the shaft, groaning at the heat of 
her mouth.

Then she was upright again. "Teasing cunt," I hissed between my teeth.  
"Yup," she said happily, and dashed out the door.

I set to getting myself off in earnest, as the sound of her running down 
the stairs and out the door sounded through the house. I closed my eyes 
and summoned the memory of her cunt pressed against my face. I became 
conscious of a sensation that had been growing for several minutes: I 
needed to piss, badly.

This presented a bit of a dilemma. I could keep going, leading to an 
orgasm muted by the distraction, and followed by  an intense, 
unsatisfiable desire to urinate for several minutes before I'd actually 
be capable of it.  Or I could interrupt my masturbation,  piss after a 
much shorter detumescence interval, then come back and resume. Both were 
frustrating prospects.

After a moment's indecision, I stood and shrugged into a bathrobe, then 
stood with my hand on the doorknob, waiting for my erection to subside 
enough for a moderately decent dash down the hall.

In the bathroom, I decided to brush my teeth first, to buy my cock 
another minute to switch roles effectively.

As I brushed, I heard the creak of floorboards in the hallway, then 
Emily's sister Tina entered without knocking. "G'morning," she yawned, 
shutting the door and leaning against the window frame. I made vague 
noises through a mouthful of foam. Her luscious curves were draped in an 
enormous, old, much-washed tee shirt with SUNCAT on the front. No bra, 
clearly--when she yawned and stretched, her breasts rolled about 
hypnotically. Whether she wore anything below was, by a couple inches, 
tantalizingly unclear.

"Scoot over," she demanded, bumping her hip amicably against mine and 
reaching across for her toothbrush.

"Eyeff huffa," I began, spat toothpaste foam into the sink, and tried 
again. "I'm gonna need to, uh..." I gestured towards the toilet.

"Yeah?"

"To pee."

"I don't mind," she said brightly, and began to brush.

I rinsed my mouth. *Maybe I can hold out a few minutes* I thought, and 
felt the pressure in my bladder increase another notch, as if in 
protest. *Well, I have fucked her,* I argued back, *I guess this isn't 
an inappropriate intimacy* My cock twitched a bit at the memory of 
pounding into her bound body in front of an audience of family, friends 
and neighbors.

*Quit it, you* I told it, and untied the bathrobe. The front fell open, 
and my cock flopped out, swollen but flaccid. I took hold of it, aimed, 
glanced back at Tina. She was gazing eagerly at me, toothbrush poised 
but unused. My cock, ham that it is, swelled a bit more at the attention.

"Can I do anything to help?" Tina offered.

"Can you be boring and unsexy?"

"Nope."

"Then no."

"Okay." She began to brush her teeth at last.  I closed my eyes, 
visualized folding laundry, attempted to recall the quadratic formula. I 
released my bladder, and, after a moment,  piss fanned out from from my 
cock and drummed against the rim of the bowl, just below the lip.

Tina squeaked at the sudden sound, but continued brushing

When I finished, I wiped the head of my cock on a square of paper, and 
flushed, then jostled up against Tina at the sink for room to wash my 
hands. I hadn't bothered to re-tie my bathrobe yet.

"Boysh are neash" she gurgled through a mouthful of suds, then leaned 
over and spit, barely missing my hands.

"Maybe so," I grumbled, "but we're ill suited to certain sorts of 
multitasking."

"Aww," Tina cooed in mock-sympathy. "Did I make it ...*hard* for you?"

I was torn between my general perception that hitting on your 
girlfriend's little sister is generally unsafe and ethically shaky, and 
my acute awareness that local mores were rather more relaxed in these 
matters. "You are being very distracting," I told her.

"No, I'm not," she said. "I'm just being a *little* distracting. Do you 
want me to be very distracting?" She hunched her arms forward so that 
her tits rolled together under her shirt."

"How would you go about that?" I said recklessly.

"Well," she said, "I'm still wearing too much to be very distracting." 
Her thumbs pulled her t-shirt up at the hips until they hooked pale blue 
underpants  and tugged down.

She spread her legs slightly, and the panties dropped to the floor One 
leg stepped out, the other kicked up,  and the crumpled shorts were in 
her hand. "There," she said, and reached up and pressed the gusset 
against my cheek,. It was hot and a little damp. A faint smell of cunt 
reached my nose. "I look the same, but I think I'm distracting you a bit 
better....aren't I?"

"What?" I said.

She giggled. "Exactly."

I took hold of the hem of her t-shirt. "I want to see you," I said, my 
voice thick.

She nodded her consent, and I tugged her shirt up to her neck with 
enough force that she took a little step backwards to maintain her 
balance. Now, curly-furred cunt, broad hips, round tits were revealed. I 
drew breath through my teeth.

I gripped her breasts with both hands and she braced herself against the 
sink, sighing with pleasure at the contact. I took hold of her fat 
nipples and pulled, and her mouth fell open in a gasp. I sealed my own 
mouth to hers, sucking and biting at her plump lower lip while 
continuing to squeeze and massage her tits.

A hand closed on my cock, which, rigid now, was pressed against the cool 
bare skin of her tummy. I groaned at the sensation as her hot little 
hand gripped me. "God, you're hard, Vinnie," she whispered.

"Uh...sure," I quipped brilliantly.

"You like my tits, don't you?" she cooed."

"They're amazing!"

"You want to feel them wrapped around this hard-on?"

I groaned, and a drop of pre-come ran down the head of my cock, over her 
slowly-pumping knuckles. "Um, sure," I gasped.

"You don't sound quite certain," she said with a lopsided grin.

With an effort, I focused my brain enough to address her question. 
"Well, would *you* enjoy it?" I asked.

"You are such a SNAG, Vinnie." she teased. "How would you like it if I 
straddled your leg, and rubbed my slippery hot little honeypot against 
your thigh until I came? Do you think you'd enjoy watching me shudder 
and squirm, feeling my legs clamp down on yours?"

"Hell, yeah." I said. "That sounds really hot."

"There you go," she said, and took her hand off my cock. "I want you to 
fuck my tits, Vinnie."

She tugged off her shirt and sank to her knees on the bathmat, looking 
up at me with broad innocent eyes. "Ooh! You got even harder! You like 
having girls kneeling at your feet, huh?"

I nodded, and she tugged my cock down till it was level with her open 
mouth. She held there for a moment, enjoying the suspense, then lowered 
her hot mouth onto the head of my cock, just letting it rest in her 
mouth for a moment. Then she popped it out and ran her tongue up and 
down the underside the head sliding along the soft skin of her face as 
she worked.

I realized that she was slicking me up for the promised tit-fuck, but in 
the meantime I was groaning with pleasure at the feel of her mouth on me.

Then she rose up on her knees, licked her palm, and ran it along her 
cleavage, before resting my cock along the shining groove and pressing 
her breasts together with her hands  so that much of my shaft 
disappeared between them.

The sensation was startlingly sweet. I groaned and  my hips bucked 
involuntarily. My hands gripped her shoulders, hard, and I rubbed 
against that slick gentle pressure. She was looking up at my face with a 
gleeful expression. "You like my tits, Vinnie?" she whispered. "It get 
you hot rubbing your nasty hard-on up between them like this? You gonna 
come all over my face and neck this way?"

I groaned and twitched. That image was almost enough to set me on the 
path toward orgasm, but the sensation was just a little too teasing, the 
logistics of staying on my feet, of staying pressed between Tina's tits 
too distracting

A couple minutes of increasingly frantic thrusting later, I popped my 
cock out from between her tits. Her face was flushed, her eyes dilated. 
I could feel a thin sheen of sweat cooling my own chest. "I want to fuck 
you," I gasped.

"Yes please," Tina squeaked back.

I gave her my hand, and helped her to her feet,  then roughly whirled 
her by her shoulders,  eliciting a lovely little squeak. I reached up 
and  gathered  her amber curls in my hand, then pushed her head down 
down so that her face was scant inches from her mirror image over the sink.

I leaned in behind her, pressing my now-rigid cock against the crease of 
her bare ass, and gnawed at the exposed flesh of her neck. She groaned 
and ground back against me, bracing her hands on the edge of the sink.

My eyes lifted to her face in the mirror, jaw slack, eyes unfocused. The 
reflection's eyes met mine and she smiled for a moment before sinking 
back into the haze of sensation.

She  whimpered as my hand slid up one thigh to run up the fuzzy crease 
between her leg and her groin. I could feel how swollen her outer lips were.

"Please," she breathed.

"Please what?"

"Please touch my cuuuuuuuuuuuh! Oh! Oh!"

"Fuck, you're wet, you little slut," I told her. "You want something in 
this slick little hole?"

"Uh huh!"

One finger slid in easily, and she gasped. I pulled it out, tried two. 
She shuddered and groaned. Out again, I sucked on my ring finger for a 
moment to get it as wet as the other two, then pressed the cluster of 
three against her opening.  "Uh-huh," she repeated, groaning this time. 
Slowly my fingers slid in to the knuckle; my fingertips touched the firm 
protrusion of her cervix; curved downward to find the fleshy pad in 
front of it.  "Yestherefuckme!" Tina demanded, squirming her hips 
deliciously against my hand. I thrust my fingers inside her and one of 
her own  hands snaked down to circle against her clit. 

She groaned loud enough to make me jump, uncertain who else was still in 
the house. I covered her mouth with my other hand, which seemed 
primarily to serve to inflame her further. She screamed against my palm, 
her cunt clamping down on my fingers, her g-spot swelling as I pressed 
against it. She started a series of staccato yelps and I whipped my hand 
out of her, positioning my drooling cock along the crease of her ass.

"Oh, you bastard, " she gasped. "Fuck me!"

I rubbed my cock along her labia, finding the angle with which to 
penetrate her. "You know," Amy said, "I do have a be--oh! Oh, oh, oh!"

Her hips wriggled as I pressed by tiny increments into her cunt. Soon, 
my groin was pressed against the cool cushion of her ass. I leaned down, 
reached around and held her by the throat; pulled her gently back until 
her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, then angled her head 
up till her eyes met mine in the mirror again. I was grinning. and she 
immediately rocked urgently against me, urging me on to a faster rhythm. 
Frantic with need myself, I matched her stroke for stroke,  until my 
hips were smacking against her ass, my hands gripping her hips with 
bruising force, my own groans at least as loud as the ones of hers that 
had so disconcerted me ten minutes before. She cried out again, and her 
cunt fluttered around the base of my cock.

Both her hands were back on the sink rim to brace herself against my 
slams against her ass; the mirror was shaking a little at the force of 
our thrusts. Her eyes were shut, her brow furrowed with concentration. 
Her mouth hung slack, and she shrieked and gasped, slamming her hips 
back against mine.

Once more I reached around and gagged her with my hand. Her body 
shuddered and she wailed  into my palm. Her cunt clamped down further, 
and one of my strokes went awry, bending my barely pre-orgasmic cock 
painfully for an instant before it slid along the crease of her ass,

Hurriedly, I stepped back a bit to find the angle to reinsert my cock, 
but she had thrust both her hands between her legs, and jammed her knees 
together.  Her shoulders against the sink supporting her weight, she 
screamed into the drain, knees shaking as she reached her climax.

It was a beautiful and inspiring sight, but I craved my own release. I 
reached down and tried to nudge her legs apart so I could re-enter her.

"Gimmie a sec," she gasped. Then: "Y'know what time it is?"

I checked my watch. "Quarter of nine."

"Ohmygod!" she shot upright. "I am gonna be *so* late!"

"I'll try to be quick--" I began.

She looked around, noticed my erection, still rigid and purple, still 
shining with the juice from her cunt."

"Oh, you haven't come yet!" she cooed sympathetically.

"No, I have not," I said a little testily.

"I will so make it up to you. I totally, totally owe you. Thanks, that 
was awesome." and she was out the door before I could compose a reply.

I looked in the mirror, where my erection still bobbed with my pulse. 
"Shit," I said.

What now? A return to Plan A was the obvious choice. Return to bed, and 
spend some time with the smell of the sisters' cunts on my left hand 
while I jerked off with my right. Something in me rebelled, though. I'd 
been passive long enough. It was time for me to take a little initiative.

But first, it was time for me to take a little shower. Authorities on 
these matters recommend cold under such circumstances, but I wasn't 
actually looking to cool my ardor--just contain it a bit longer. Plus, 
you know, cold water--eek.

It was a much cleaner, somewhat more collected, entirely more clothed 
Vinnie who came downstairs twenty minutes later. Pam Upham was  doing a 
crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. "Good morning,Vinnie," she said 
brightly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Upham" I answered. "If there is such a thing. Which 
I doubt."

"Really?" She grinned. "It sounded like a pretty good morning from down 
here. And please: call me Pam."

I was starting to get used to remarks like this. I wasn't quite ready to 
go into detail about my morning, though. "It had it's rewards... and 
it's frustrations," I said after a moment's weighing. Then I noticed the 
smell coming from the mug at her side. "Is that... coffee?" I said, as 
my caffeine demon unfolded itself within me.

"Sure!" she stood up, her cotton v-neck sweater revealing formidable 
cleavage for an instant. "Can I get you a cup? "

"I would kill for coffee," I confessed.

"I actually don't need anyone killed at the moment," she said, getting 
another mug down from the cabinet.

I saw a conversational opening and hesitated a moment, butterflies 
rising in my gut. Then I leapt: "Any other services I can perform for 
you instead then?"

She turned around, French press in one hand, mug in the other, and 
looked me  in the eye. At her grin, the anxiety started to flow out of 
me, my cock thickened in my shorts. "What are you offering? " she purred.

For a moment, I must confess, libido and coffee jones did battle within 
me. After a brief, fierce struggle, the former won--for the moment-- and 
I stepped into her personal space, not touching yet, but very close. Now 
was the time to be bold, I sensed.

"My cunnilingual skills have been well reviewed by a couple experts," I 
said, "including at least one whose opinions I think you respect."

To my surprise, she looked uncertain. "Hmm. I was looking for something 
a little more vigorous. Would that interest you at all?"

"Ah," I said. "Well, you know, I had been thinking how nice it would be 
to strip you completely naked, bend you double on that sofa over there, 
pound the fuck out of you, make you suck me hard again, and then fuck 
you very hard and thoroughly. Does that appeal?"

"Add some slapping and name-calling, and we've got a deal."

"I think these negotiations are progressing nicely. Hand over that cup 
of coffee you're holding, and I'll throw in beating your luscious ass red."

Her eyes widened as she passed me the mug. "You wouldn't!" she said in 
mock-shock.

I took a noisy sip, "I've been dreaming of what sort of noises you'd 
make over my knee for longer than I care to admit."

She positively beamed. "Vinnie, I had no idea!".

I drank more deeply from the mug, then set it down on the counter.

"You lying cunt," I hissed at her, with a little smirk. She drew breath 
and her eyes widened. "If you didn't know the effect your ass had on me, 
why were you waggling it at me on Game Night like a little whore?

I took her by her shoulders and spun her around, then reached around her 
waist to unfasten her shorts from behind, taking the opportunity to nip 
at her ear.

"I have no idea what you're talking ab--OH!"

She reached back to protect her ass from further slaps, but I caught her 
wrists and pinned them in one hand at the small of her back, using my 
other to jerk her shorts and underwear down. I found that a blurry 
handprint was already starting to bloom on the cheek I'd struck.

"Lets see if I can refresh your memory," I said, running my free hand 
greedily across her broad cheeks. "This gorgeous fat ass." I struck 
again, and she twitched and yelped. Her half-hearted struggles pushed 
her shorts down until they puddled around her sneakers.

"Right after the middies pulled you for Game Night, you were shaking it 
at me like a bitch! In! Heat!" I punctuated each exclamation with 
another hard smack.

"Yes!" she confessed. "I wanted your attention."

"Shake it for me again now." I demanded,. "Show me what a shameless 
little slut you are."

After a moment's hesitation, she began waggling her ass slowly from side 
to side. "Good," I said, and smacked her ass  again. "Keep going."

She arched her back and shook more vigorously.  I was loving the show, 
cock rigid in my shorts.  I spanked her in rhythm with her shaking, 
spreading my blows so that the entire expanse of her ass glowed pink.

I was itching to be in her, struggling to restrain myself. I slipped a 
hand between her thighs and she sobbed with pleasure, tossing her head.  
"Holy shit, Pam" I said. "Your cunt is drooling."

She hesitated a moment, then spoke: "A-actually, in this context, I 
think it's rather sexier if you call me Mrs. Upham. Is that dreadful?"

I laughed happily. "I like the way you think, you kinky slut." She 
looked down and blushed, but her ass continued to squirm against my 
hand, striving to impale herself on my fingers.

I shoved two fingers inside, and she humped frantically against me.  
Then I released her wrists, and took a handful of her short hair.  When 
I tugged her head back, her mouth fell open, and I shoved the fingers 
that had been in her cunt inside. She sucked avidly, groaning deep in 
her throat. and breathing loudly through her nose.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear:  "You got a head start on this, 
didn't you?

I pulled my hand from her mouth with an audible pop and smacked my 
fingertips lightly against her swollen cunt few times. Her whole body 
shuddered with each smack.

"You weren't doing the crossword puzzle at all," I accused her. "You've 
been sitting here rubbing this swollen cunt." I punctuated the last few 
syllables with a series of smacks on her labia that had her yelping and 
bucking.

"You sounded so sexy," she groaned, "I couldn't resist touching myself."

"Well then," I said. I pulled her upright by her hair, till her head was 
arched back, her feet on tiptoes, and she cried out. Then, relaxing my 
grip a little, I guided her by her hair into the living room, loving her 
gasps as I tugged her head about, until her thighs were pressed against 
the high arm of the light blue sofa.

"And down," I said, releasing her hair and pushing her shoulders. She 
overbalanced and tumbled forward, face down amid the sofa cushions, hips 
elevated across the arm.

"Stay right there," I demanded. I stepped back, drinking in the sight of 
her pink ass wriggling as she worked her arms under herself on the sofa, 
the bushy brown hair and swollen lips of her cunt playing peek-a-boo as 
her legs flailed, toes failing to find purchase on the wood floor.   I 
shucked off my clothes hurriedly, leaving them puddled on the floor.

Naked, I stepped up behind her and pushed her ass cheeks apart with my 
palms, displaying dark crinkled asshole,  shiny pink cunt.  I lined up 
my cock with that  wet lower target.

"You want it?" I said, and rubbed the head of my cock over her extended 
clit.

"Oh yes!" she groaned.

"Please," I prompted her.

"Please, please fuck meEEEE!" she said, her voice rising to a wail as I 
buried my cock in her in one steady thrust, till my hips rested against 
her cheeks and I felt her wetness against my balls. I held in place 
there for a moment, determined this time not to emerge till I'd come, 
and aware of how little time that was likely to be.

Pam's legs were kicking futilely in the air  as she struggled without 
leverage to work her ass against me.  I took hold of her broad hips and 
worked her against my groin in short rocking thrusts.

"Fuck me, you fucking tease, she demanded.

"Tsk!" I said, "Language, Mrs. Upham." I leaned back, and gave her ass 
several more hard smacks, loving the sight of my cock disappearing 
between her thighs, her ass rolling from side to side under by blows.

"Please, please, please" she tried again. "Please fuck me, Vinnie."

"Well, when you ask so nicely," I said,  and immediately began to pound 
against her. "Yes, yes yes!" she wailed,  her hands clenched in fists.

The pleasure of her cunt milking me, of her submissive squealing and 
wriggling, soon had my knees turning to water, and I slumped onto her, 
my weight supported on her back, my longer legs giving me enough 
purchase on the floor that I could still smack my hips against her ass 
audibly with each stroke. My reptilian brain took over, and I fell into 
a frantic rhythm, pounding furiously at her in a haze of need, all too 
soon roaring and emptying my balls into her in a series of violent 
spasms that left me breathless, sweat-slick, and slumped on top of her.

I gulped air for a moment, floating in the haze of my release. "My ears 
are ringing," Pam said underneath me.

I realized that most of my weight was still resting on her back and ass. 
"Am I too heavy?" I asked.

"You're lovely," she said.

I flexed my cock experimentally and the head swelled inside her, 
provoking a groan from the voluptuous woman beneath me. I worked my hips 
minutely against the cushion of her ass, careful of the sensitivity of 
my postorgasmic cockhead, and found a delicate little thread of arousal 
which I followed with caution and delight, for several minutes.

It would have been the most boring porn video in the world. Slumped over 
her, my back running with sweat, I'd grind against Pam with 
millimeter-long jabs, gnawing at her shoulder while she groaned. Then I 
would pause and we would gasp together in silence, our sweat-slick flesh 
sliding and sticking by turns. By slow increments, I was eventually 
fucking her in long, gentle strokes, resting on each in stroke to pulse 
inside her for a breath before the next one.

On one such pause, she murmured, "I may not have to suck you hard after 
all."

"Not technically," I conceded, working my hips from side to side so she 
could feel how hard I was getting inside her. "But maybe I want to 
throatfuck you anyway."

"Oh, god," she groaned, and her interior clenched around me.

"In fact, I may need to use that pretty mouth right now," I said, and, 
with an effort, righted myself. "Turn over," I ordered, and she squirmed 
and wriggled until she was on her back on the sofa, her knees hooked 
over the arm.  She still had her low-cut sweater on, and I vacillated a 
moment between enjoyment of the atmosphere of hasty dishabille that that 
produced, and wanting to get my hands on her tits. Reminding myself that 
I'd likely have plenty of opportunities for the latter at some other 
time, I walked around the sofa. Her eyes tracked my bobbing cock.

I pinned her unresisting hands against the far arm of the sofa, and 
carefully straddled her shoulders. My genitals were a couple inches 
above her face, and her eyes were almost crossed maintaining focus on 
them. "I'm torn between smearing my slimy cock all over that pretty 
face," I told her, "and making you lick all of our come off," iItold 
her. "You can lick my balls while I think about which is nastier."

I leaned down a bit, and her hot mouth sealed to my scrotum, her tongue 
lapping eagerly at the tender skin. I sighed in pleasure, and stroked my 
cock with the hand that wasn't pinning her wrists. "Now lick my cock," I 
told her, and she angled her head upward, running her broad tongue along 
its length.

"Taste good?" I asked, and she nodded her head silently. "Now open wide..."

She complied, and I aimed the angry purple head of my cock at her lips, 
then paused savoring the anticipation. The moment the head was inside, 
she was sucking fiercely at it, but I pressed on. I took hold of her 
head and held it steady as I pushed more of my cock into her mouth until 
the head was up against the back of her throat. I began rocking against 
her there, while she sucked at me, her brow furrowed in concentration, 
her face flushed.

Then I withdrew, and she whimpered at the removal of my cock. A string 
of drool connected her plump lower lip with the head of my cock. "You 
want some more?" I said.

"Yes, please," she whispered, then sucked avidly as I jammed my cock 
back in.

I groaned at the heat and suction of her eager mouth, then pulled out 
again. "Damn, you're a hungry cocksucker, Mrs. Upham," I groaned. I 
rubbed my wet cock over her face, leaving her cheeks shining with saliva 
and precome. "Nasty bitch," I murmured to her. "I want to smack your 
pretty face."

She nodded, and my hand struck her cheek lightly. She gasped, and my 
cock was once more shoved into her mouth. I hit her again, and her 
mouth's suction increased and she groaned deep in her throat. I started 
fucking her mouth harder and harder, watching carefully to make sure she 
could take it, but she continued to groan in submissive delight, her 
brows knit and her mouth sealed on the shaft of my cock.

The psychological charge of throatfucking the woman pinned beneath me 
was enormous, but the logistical challenges of the position were 
daunting.  Shaking with excitement, I popped my cock out of her mouth, 
and she whimpered plaintively.

"I need to fuck you," I said, dismounting her head, "Like now. Get on 
your hands and knees."

She sat up and shook her head, clearing it a bit. "What time is it?" she 
asked. 

"Oh, no," I said. "No more interruptions. No more getting up and 
running. No."

"Is it after ten?" she wheedled.

Involuntarily, I glanced at my watch. It was 10:40. "What if it is?"

"The lady's croquet club is very eager to meet you..."

I gaped, incredulous. "Croquet!?" I gestured toward my rigid cock. "Do I 
look like I'm particularly eager to play croquet?"

She opened her mouth to reply.

"--and you can skip the mallet jokes," I added.

She stood, took hold of one of my hands, guided it to her cunt. I felt 
wiry hair; hot, wet flesh, the crinkly hood of her clit, then the hard 
little knot of her clitoris itself. She gasped at the contact, ground 
herself against my fingertip. "Feel that?" she said. "You're going to 
make me come today, Vinnie. Several times, at least. But first you 
should meet the croquet club."

"I get to fuck you after the game?" I asked, relenting.

"Silly boy! You get to fuck me during."

END

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