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[Author's note: First up, like the other stories in the My Renaissance series, this story a based very closely on a true story. I've led a great life these last few years and I'm merely sharing. Names and places haven't been changed. Thankfully our family doesn't read Literotica, given the sensitive nature of the incestuous encounter of sorts described herein.



As far as a court of law goes, until late 2013 rolls around (and the Statute of Limitations has run), this is a work of fiction. That's my story and I'm sticking to it (Nicole and Brian as well).



Yes, the first two-thirds reads kind of like "No Country for Old Men". Yes, we remarked the similarities in what happened in real life with that movie shortly after it came out about a year later and still laugh about it to this day (and count our blessings).



With all that in mind, read and enjoy.]












Chapter 12: A little excitement.



The weekend after Thanksgiving night foursome was a busy one for me. In addition to Black Friday shopping and some gift-wrapping for Christmas, I was busy with my two new female friends.



Jessie, the big, beautiful 230ish pound friend of my cousin Nicole came over Friday night and we went a couple of rounds of great sex. The next morning, we slept in and rolled around in the hay after breakfast. Jessie was a lot of fun and very eager to please me. She worked very hard to make me happy and left me sated.



Before she came over, I was had a second thought or two about having a chubby girl over for sex. She made me reconsider that. She made love to me with a ton of passion and enthusiasm. We even took a bunch of photos with her camera.



At one point fairly early in the night, we were out in the hot tub. Brian had just gotten home from Chicago. She told Brian we were nude when he came down in his suit to get into the hot tub with us. He shrugged his shoulders and shucked his suit.



Jessie’s mouth just hung open looking at Brian’s package. “God, you’re both packing!” she blurted out. Brian got in and sat across from Jessie and I.



Brian was staring at her bare tits that were half-floating in the water pretty much the whole time we talked. Eventually, she moved over to a seat near Brian and let him get a close look and then put them in his face. She actually encouraged Brian to fondle them. He did and then she reciprocated by fondling his cock. He stood up and she let him to titty fuck her. I watched, of course.



She really liked his cock and soon it was a half-blowjob, half-titty fuck before he erupted all over her face and neck.



We were out there with Brian for a while after that and he got hard again when Jessie began making love to me. She let him fondle her tits while she rode me, but she wouldn’t let him fuck her though. She told Brian to get her camera, which was on the table next to the hot tub, and take some photos while we made love. It was Brian’s excuse to get nice and close to the action both in the tub and later, when we moved to the futon for the sexy finale.



Brian got some great photos of the moneyshot, including a stream of cum about six inches long from my cock into her mouth. It was a great photo.



She helped Brian with his stiffness by letting him give her another facial after she sucked him off again. It took about ten minutes, but it was pretty hot. I took some shots this time and everyone had a great time.



I asked her later when we were laying in bed after our bedtime romantic interlude why she turned Brian down for sex. She reminded me of what I had told her the previous night about not letting just any guy get inside her pussy.



“Attagirl,” I told her.



Lisa, the part Puerto Rican girl who was Jessie’s room-mate came over Saturday night. She told me Jessie was talking non-stop about me. Jess reported that I was a god in the sack, my house-mate was as handsome as any Marlboro Man and raved about our time together.



“And then she showed me the pictures! After that, I had to call you!” Lisa said.



She scratched a literal notch into my belt buckle with her knife after we had sex the first time so I would remember her. I didn’t get much sleep that night as we pretty much had sex all evening, night and slept into the morning.



It was pretty exciting and she too was quite eager to please the older guy in me.



Lisa had some stretch marks on her tummy and bearclaw marks on her breasts from a pregnancy. I asked her about that and she said she lost the baby after a little over eight months. I gave her my condolences and she seemed to be handling it okay. “Yeah, I was pregnant and all I got for it were these lousy stretch marks,” she quipped, mimicking the old t-shirt slogan.



She did say that the father was someone she thought she wanted to marry when they dated before she got pregnant. When he bailed about six months into the pregnancy, she realized how wrong she was and for that she was very grateful, she said. “At least I didn’t marry him and then have him leave me for another woman just because my tummy was getting big and I wasn’t as sexy as I was when I was in high school.”



I told her I’d give her some extra skin cream for those bearclaws on her breasts and she just laughed. She laughed again as I followed through later that night, rubbing my semen into her skin on her breasts after pulling out and coming on them a couple of different times. I gave her little boobs a lot of attention, almost as much as her pussy and that lovely round ass. I was like a kid at a candy store.



She asked me if she could meet Brian and I asked her if she wanted me to give Brian her phone number. Brian was over at Rachel’s place.



“If you don’t mind. I’d like to date him,” she said with a grin.



“You mean fuck him?”



“I’d let him get his way with me, sure.”



I left her number and a photo on his desk. I knew Brian. He’d take her for a ride but treat her right.



Jessie had called three times last night and this morning, wanting to talk with me and wanting a rematch.



Lisa left after breakfast, leaving me with her panties and telling me she’d like to get back together with me as often as I wanted.



I called Jessie and chatted with her for about ten minutes, telling her I had to do some household chores tonight before going back to work tomorrow. In reality, I didn’t want to be up late.



Jessie said she was so jealous of Lisa being over with me last night and that all she could think about was spending more time with me. I told her that I wasn’t wanting her to get feelings like that for me and she said it was hard not to. I told her to chill on the phone calls and messages, too. I might have to take her out of the rotation if she’s going to get all weird on me.



My cousin Nicole called me a half-hour after I got off the phone with Jessie and said she wanted to talk right away. She didn’t sound like she was calling for a date, but rather she seemed nervous.



I invited her over to the house and told her to come on over when she was ready. Five minutes later, she was ringing the doorbell with some urgency wearing shades and carrying a duffel bag.



“What’s up, Nicole? Oh my god, what happened?”



She looked over her shoulder as she came inside and took off her glasses slowly.



Her right eye was swollen and black and blue. Her left eye was blackened.



Ordinarily Nicole was a very attractive blonde, about 5′ 7″ tall and 115 pounds with great legs, nice C-cup breasts and an ass that’s round like a sister’s. Today, she looked someone used her face as a punching bag.



“Damn, what happened?”



“I got rid of Marcus Friday.”



“Good! Is that who did that?”



“He’s not happy. He did some of this Friday night. I stayed over at Michelle’s place last night to avoid him and he showed up and caused a scene and beat me some more. Of course, he left before the cops got there. They’re looking for him right now.”



“Okay…”



“I have two favors to ask,” Nicole said, looking out the window to the street outside.



“Jesus Nicole, you look like you’re afraid he’s going to show up here.”



“Well, that’s the first favor.” She pulled out a stack of cash from the duffel bag.



“Holy Christ!” I said without even thinking. That stack was at least six inches high and held together with three rubber bands!



“There’s a little better than forty thousand here.” She handed me the cash. “I know you’ve got a big safe here. Can you keep that safe for me? My mom and dad don’t have a safe and honestly, I worry that it would disappear even if they did.”



“Holy shit, Nicole. That’s a lot of fuckin’ money!”



“I know. But check this out.” She handed me a duffel bag. It was heavy.



“What’s this?”



“Open it.”



I did. The odor of marijuana hit me. Inside was a brick of weed wrapped in black plastic with a chunk missing and under that was a full brick. There was also a quart-sized bag with big, flat chunks of what looked like crack. And there were a dozen or more small bags bulging full of white powder. And pills – lots and lots of pills.



“Jesus!” I blurted out. “Hey Brian, come here.”



“So, Nicole, I gotta tell you, I’m not putting this in the safe.” I was pointing at the duffel bag full of drugs.



“I know. I just don’t know what to do with all that.”



Brian came downstairs.



“Damn, Joe. Nice wad,” he said, looking at the stack of cash. He looked closer and saw the top bill was a $100. “Jesus.”



“That’s the easy part,” I said. “Check out what’s in the bag.”



He pulled his flashlight from his back pocket and peered inside the bag.



“Holy shit! What the fuck is all this?”



“Nicole took it from her apartment after her ex-boyfriend beat the shit out of her the last two nights.”



Brian looked at Nicole and noticed her swollen eye and shiners.



“Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t want to get beat again tonight and I’ve got to go work tomorrow early so I’d rather not go all the way down to Newman. Besides, he’s liable to drive down there and cause problems.”



I looked at Brian and he was looking at me. He didn’t offer any non-verbal objections. “Absolutely you can stay. You’ll be safe here, you have my word.”



She gave me a big hug.



“Thank you!” she said.



Brian spoke up. “I hate to be the party pooper here, but he’s going to be looking for this. Does he know you’re here?”



“No,” Nicole said.



“I say we call Dave or Mike and have them take it and make a report,” I suggested to Brian, referring to our friends who were cops.



“You live in Urbana, don’t you Nicole?”



“Yeah…”



“There might be enough here for headline news and I know just the guy over at Urbana. I think he’s going to owe me another favor.” Brian was already pulling out his cell phone. “He’s off today, but I’m sure he’ll clock in for this.”



“Is that cash his too?” Brian asked Nicole.



“It was,” she said.



Brian turned to me. “How about we put about a quarter of that cash in the duffel with the drugs before Kent gets here. Without any cash, there’s gonna be questions. If they find a sizeable amount of cash, those questions won’t get raised.”



“Nicole, is that okay with you?” Brian asked her.



She looked completely timid. “I guess.”



“Alright Joe, why don’t you peel off about a quarter of that and throw it in there and I’m going to call Kent and have him come over. Nicole, with the exception of the cash Joe’s going to put into safekeeping for you, just tell Kent the truth when he gets here.”



Kent was over about a half-hour later. I knew him only in passing from the hospital but he and Brian were like old friends from way back. Kent was a supervisory officer with the Urbana police. He took off his coat after Brian let him in and I noticed he was carrying a Glock.



“Kent, you know Joe,” Brian said. I shook hands with Kent.



“Good to see you without a lab coat,” he said. We’ve seen one another plenty of times in the E.R.



“Kent, this is Nicole, Joe’s cousin,” Brian said.



Nicole timidly shook hands with Kent.



“Nice to meet you Nicole. Did you burn Brian’s toast this morning?” Kent joked.



“Her boyfriend did that last night and the night before. Champaign’s looking for him right now, actually,” Brian explained.



“I’m so sorry, Nicole. I hope they catch him.”



Brian continued. “Nicole brought something of his over from her place and we thought you would have a good place for it.”



“What’s that?” Kent asked.



Brian handed him the duffel bag.



He unzipped it and looked inside.



“He’s gonna be pissed,” was all Kent said.



“She wants him gone,” I said.



“Oh, he’ll be gone. I’m not sure, but she might be looking at some charges.”



“Already taken care of. I spoke with Chris from the SA’s office and he said no problem.”



Kent had a series of questions for Nicole. He made a call to the State’s Attorney’s on-call number and spoke with someone other than Chris and they too said no problem. They were interested in Marcus because he was obviously one or two levels up from a street corner pusher with all that volume.



Kent got on his cell and called dispatch to send a uniformed officer to come over and take custody of the cash and dope.



After it was taken away, Kent told Nicole that when Marcus found out his dope was gone and she took it, he would probably try to kill her.



He told her not to go to work and find someplace out of town that Marcus doesn’t know about and hang out there until Marcus is in custody. He also said that he was guessing that she kept some of the cash and told her to use that wisely and frugally to get her by in lieu of her paycheck.



“I didn’t say this, but I’ll also tell you to borrow a gun if you don’t have one and make sure it’s close to your bed wherever you sleep at night until Marcus gets caught. I’m sure Brian or Joe here could probably help you out with that including showing you how to use it.” Kent chuckled.



Brian said that she was going to be here tonight. Kent replied with something like “sleep with one eye open then, folks.”



Kent left, thanking us all, but especially Nicole and Brian.



We agreed to double-check that the doors were to be locked at all times while Nicole was visiting.



I had a couple of errands to do and Nicole tagged along with me.



We came back around two and Nicole and I got into my bed and took a nap together. She cuddled up next to me and I put my arm around her. The nap felt great.











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I was upstairs with Nicole in my bedroom later in the evening. We were both surfing on the internet on our laptops and yapping about silly stuff.



It was about eight o’clock when I heard car doors closing outside. I peeked out the window and saw four black guys dressed in the latest hip-hop fashion – meaning pants hanging down and grossly over-sized – get out and walk towards our front door.



“Oh shit,” I thought to myself.



“Company Brian,” I hollered as I grabbed my Glock 17 9mm pistol out of the drawer. It was in a holster and I slipped the whole rig on my belt. I grabbed the Sure-Fire tactical light and a spare mag and slipped them on my belt as well.



“Nicole, I think you should go to the basement.”



Boom boom boom! “Open up muthafucka!”



“What the hell is that?” Brian asked from downstairs somewhere. I guess he didn’t hear me.



“I know the fuckin’ bitch is in there. Open up or I’ll fuck you up!”



Whoomp! Whoomp! It sounded like he was kicking at the front door, trying to force it open.



“HOSTILES at the front door!” I shouted loudly. “I count FOUR!”



“Shotgun!” Brian hollered back. “NOW!”



I doubled back and grabbed my Remington 1100 semi-auto riot shotgun and charged it. “Coming!”



At least two of them were beating hard on the back door now. I wasn’t too worried about them breaching either door. Not without a battering ram and repeated blows anyway. Brian’s doors were steel-framed, high-security units and his walls were poured concrete inside some sort of plastic molds.



Brian was barking orders. “Nicole! To the basement, now! Call 9-1-1. Tell them we have a home invasion in progress and we need backup. Go! Go! Go!”



“Alright. Oh my god!” She was almost in tears as she ran down into the basement trying to dial her cell phone.



“At least she was keeping half her wits about her,” I thought to myself.



I heard her talking with the dispatcher as I saw Brian. He had his plate vest on with his M4gery rifle slung up at low-ready. He also had his electronic ear muffs on. Nicole asked him for our address and he shouted it down at her.



“Open up, you mothafucka! I know she’s in there. I’ll fuckin’ fuck you up if you don’t let me in!” Marcus shouted from outside. Boom! Boom! He was kicking at the door.



Brian tossed me some foam earplugs in a little plastic bag. “Here, put those in.”



I did just as I heard a big crash in back.



An instant later, the glass broke in the storm door up front. I could feel the massive adrenaline dump. I was in fight mode and I was ready for action.



“Open up or I’ll fuck you bitches up!”



He was beating on the door with something metal. There was a short pause then Whoomp! Marcus was kicking the front door for all he was worth.



“Okay here?” I said to Brian.



Whoomp!



“Ready,” he said.



“I’ll take the back.”



Whoomp!



“GUN up front!” Brian hollered.



One of the bad guys was armed outside at the front door.



“Goddammit Mothafucka! I’m gonna kill every one of you.”



I heard another crash in the back of the house and glass breaking just as I got there. I lined up on the door in case it came open, finger off the trigger and safety off. Right about now I wished I had more gun.



“Bring enough gun,” I thought to myself from my training.



“Gun!” I shouted. One of the thugs in the back was waving a pistol around.



“What the fuck is wrong with these assholes?” I said.



I heard more glass breaking in the back of the house. That puzzled me because Brian’s windows were all super-strong hurricane glass and the windows in the sidelights to the doors were bullet-resistant.



I peered out a window and the dumb motherfuckers outside were throwing frozen ceramic flowerpots at the door. They now grabbed the big patio table. Two of them were carrying it to the door to use it as a battering ram on the door while the third guy with the pistol held the screen door open.



“Battering ram in the back. Three guys, one gun!” I hollered at Brian.



Whoomp! They were trying to batter the fucking door down.



“Front secure. One bad guy, maybe two. One gun.”



Whoomp! Whoomp!



The door was shaking each time they bashed the table into it.



Brian was hollering to Nicole. “Nicole, tell the dispatcher they are trying to batter the back door down with a battering ram. Tell them to step it up. We need back-up here now! Tell them that.”



I had retreated back from the door and was now kneeling beside a wall, in what was affectionately known in firearm training schools as “low Monica”, aiming at the back door where the door would swing open. The wall would offer me some cover and my position down low would hopefully catch them off guard.



The beating, kicking and shouting continued. I was so adrenaline pumped it was hard to keep track of time, but I was thinking to myself, “Where the fuck are the police? Why are there no sirens?”



All I knew was that the moment that door came open, I was going to fire a 12ga. rifled slug at center mass of whatever dipshit was unlucky enough to be the point man followed up by a load of 00-buckshot then reassess for other targets and pump them each with a double load of double-ought as well. I knew I had at least six rounds in my shotgun and I was trying to remember if I had seven in it or not.



We heard shouting outside then a scream. Then a “POLICE! Drop the gun!” “GET DOWN!”



The shit-heads out back ran and there were more shouts for them to stop. I was expecting the “pop” of gunfire at any moment. Sirens started coming on nearby – lots of sirens. We could hear tires screeching and squealing around nearby corners and a bunch of commotion.

It had all started out innocently enough. Just two eighteen-year-olds on a Friday night date. Beth had agreed to go up to Lovers’ Peak with Eric and they had just sat around in the car for awhile. Before long, he had started kissing her. Her heart pounded in her chest, in time with her quiet moans and groans of pleasure. When he suggested moving to the backseat, the part of her that would normally say no couldn’t make itself heard.



Eric attacked her more aggressively when they had moved. She found herself practically on her back, panting with the heat of the moment. His lips glided across her own, glistening with their saliva. Her tongue met his and prodded it gently. She could feel his heart beating rapidly from the place where his chest pushed into hers. It felt like the heat had been cranked up to the maximum but it wasn’t even on.



Beth found herself getting wetter than usual from the kissing. Something seemed different tonight, like her body wanted it more. When Eric’s hand started to slide up under her shirt, she didn’t slap it away. Instead, she let out a loud moan as he cupped his hand over her bra and squeezed gently. Shivers trickled down her body, all seeming to stop at her pussy and radiate outwards.



His other hand slid across her back and dove into her hair. She bit her lip as Eric found her nipple, poking roughly against the fabric of her bra. He rubbed it gently with his thumb, eliciting another moan. All the while he kept kissing her in that perfectly fantastic way.



She found her hands moving wildly against his body, not really under her control. The right moved slowly up Eric’s leg, stopping when it found the hard, throbbing member hidden underneath his pants. She stroked it through the denim and smiled – as best she could with his tongue in her mouth – when he groaned raggedly. It seemed he was just as on fire as she was.



Their kiss intensified. It was so passionate, so vigorous, so intense that they had to pause several times just to breathe. As Eric’s hands groped more violently, so too did Beth’s. It was a vicious cycle, each of them bringing each other to a higher plateau of pleasure just to be topped a moment later.



A new sensation burst through the haze in Beth’s mind. It was Eric’s other hand, no longer in her hair. Now it was moving up her thigh, sliding under her skirt. The tips of his fingers began to play across the hem of her panties. She imagined him feeling the heat from her pussy, a radiating fire that seemed to fill her entire being, and quivered in anticipation.



Mentally, she begged him to inch closer. She didn’t think she had said it out loud but his fingers did move upwards. They were dangerously close to her pussy and she ached to feel him rubbing her slit through the fabric, pushing her over the edge to the best orgasm she had ever had. Her hips started to buck, urging his hand even closer, needing him to touch her and release these feelings.



Something managed to stop her. She realized where she was – jammed uncomfortably (she just now realized) in the back of a crappy old car. If this was going to happen, she wanted it to happen somewhere a bit more special. Or at least a place that wasn’t so trashy. It took every ounce of her being but she stopped kissing Eric and grabbed each of his hands.



His eyes opened, a bit clouded at first. It took him several seconds to manage to say, “What’s wrong?”



She shook her head. “Not here, Eric. I just can’t do this in the back of a car. I’m sorry.”



His jaw dropped. He quickly shut it again and sat up. “It’s okay. I understand if you aren’t ready.”



The car was silent. Beth didn’t want the night to end and, clearly, neither did Eric. An idea came to mind, the perfect idea. How lucky were they? A wide smile crossed her face.



“I never said I wasn’t ready. I just said I can’t do it in the back of a car.”



Eric turned to look at her, an astonished look on his face. “What do you mean?”



She took his hand and looked into his eyes. “My parents are out of town this weekend. How about we go back to my place and continue this?”



It took several seconds for him to realize just what she meant. “O-Okay. Right now?”



Beth giggled and nodded. “Yes, right now.” Her pussy still burned and if it took too much longer, she wouldn’t be able to control herself. “Quickly would be nice.”



Eric scrambled across the seats and tried to turn the car on. It took him several tries to manage the simple task. Beth laughed again and followed him. They sped across town as fast as they dared. If they were pulled over now, it would be a cruel cosmic joke. Thankfully, the roads were mostly empty and it only took five minutes.



She led him to her door and unlocked it quickly. Once inside, she tugged on his hand and pulled him through the house until they were at her bedroom door. Eric had never been inside her room before, her parents strictly disallowing it. She pushed open the door and led him inside.



It was a simply decorated room. She had never been a huge fan of posters or pictures hanging on her walls. The most she had done was paint the wall a light blue color, her favorite. A full bed sat against one wall, nicely made that morning. On another wall was her computer desk. Her dresser and closet took up the third wall. It was impeccably clean, as always.



“Well, this is it. My room. Not really worth it, huh?”



He turned towards her and kissed her briefly. “I love it. It couldn’t be more like you.”



An awkward silence followed. Beth went and sat on the edge of her bed but Eric just stood there. Even though they had just been dangerously close to sex earlier, neither of them could make a move. Her mind wandered and drifted back to the backseat of Eric’s car, remembering him touching her in her most intimate of places. The warm feeling again spread between her legs until she couldn’t take it anymore. She knew what to do first.



Beth stood so quickly that Eric jumped in surprise. She went over to her desk and grabbed the chair, moving it to the free wall in the room. Then, she took Eric’s hand, led him to the chair, and made him sit down. She knelt in front of him and whispered, “Can I see your cock?”



It was the first time she had used the word. She had never felt like using before but it seemed right now. It gave her a strange little thrill too.



He licked his lips and nodded. “Sure.”



She grinned and slid her hands up his legs, lingering just long enough to drive him crazy. When she finally reached his fly, he was practically squirming. She slowly pulled down the zipper and tugged the pants down off his body. It was tough work with him sitting on them but they came off quickly enough.



Eric’s large bulge could clearly be seen through his boxers and Beth gingerly rubbed it through the fabric. A groan escaped his lips. She was surprised at just how hard it felt, as if a warm, iron rod had been placed into the middle of his cock. A small amount of wetness could be felt at the tip and she rolled her fingertips across it, gathering the stickiness on her fingers. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She brought it to her nostrils and inhaled his musky scent. She nearly coughed on the odor, surprisingly potent. It seemed to trigger another part of her sex-charged body, though, making her mouth fill with saliva.



Now, it was time to remove the boxers. She tugged them down over his knees and tossed them onto his jeans, turning back to look at his bare cock. It was the first one she had ever seen, aside from a few pictures on the Internet. It was nearly the color of Eric’s skin but a bit pinker. Bulging veins ran throughout its length, pumping the blood that made it nice and hard. The head mushroomed out over the shaft and was leaking a small amount of pre-cum. She had no idea how big it was but it looked huge. Thinking about it pushing inside her pussy made her breath catch in her throat.



Her right hand started to move of its own volition, needing to touch it. At first, she simply brushed her fingertips along its surface. It felt like skin but a bit more velvety and looser in spots. Eric moaned loudly as she trailed from his head down to his balls, dancing lightly through his pubic hair. Finally, she grasped it gently along the shaft. It twitched when she did, making her gasp and almost let go. She moved her thumb to its head and rubbed across it. This part was much smoother, especially with the pre-cum she was spreading around. Eric’s hips began to buck violently.



Beth quickly pulled her hand away. She wasn’t ready for this to be over quite yet. The look on Eric’s face almost made her reconsider, a mix of anger and despair. It would all be worth it in the end. The longer the build-up, the better the payoff, right? She sure hoped so because her pussy was itching to be touched and it was all she could do to not rip her clothes off and demand he shove his cock inside her pussy.



She stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted Eric for the first time. It was a unique taste, warm and salty and thick. Whatever its flavor, her tongue’s interpretation of it seemed to be linked directly to her pussy, sending a warm surge of pleasure trembling through her.



Eric’s face had changed to one of shock. She grinned at him. Her voice took on a sultry tone, “You taste fantastic.”



“There’s plenty more where that came from. All it will take is another minute.” The tone of his voice was pleading.



Beth shook her head. “Not yet.”



Eric frowned at her but didn’t get up. Instead, his hand started to reach for his cock.



She grabbed the hand before he could get there. “Not yet,” she repeated.



He sighed and said, “Why not?”



“Because…” Beth got up and went over to her computer. “I have a proposition for you.”



“What?”



She turned back around, soft dance music now playing through her computer’s speakers. “I am going to striptease for you. If you can manage to get through the whole thing without touching yourself or cumming…” Another new word. She was acting so…dirty. She savored the way Eric’s cock twitched at the word. “…I will give you a blowjob. How does that sound?”



He licked his lips at the idea. It didn’t take long for him to decide. “Deal.”



Beth took a step forward, standing right in front of Eric. Close enough for him to see every detail but far enough that he couldn’t touch her. She started to sway her hips to the beat of the song. It felt a little silly at first but the enthralled look on her boyfriend’s face made her realize just how much power she had. She glanced at his cock and felt her body shudder. Her clothes needed to come off now!



She started with her blouse. With every drum hit, she tugged the hem up to reveal more of her midriff. Each inch took her several seconds to cover, agonizingly teasing not just Eric but herself as well. It was a constant battle with her will to stop her arms from going faster and just ripping the clothing off her body.



The blouse finally came all the way off and she tossed it away. Looking down, she could see her nipples pushing out through the sheer fabric of her bra. Her eyes met Eric’s and she knew he saw it too. His hands twitched momentarily but remained at his sides.



Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt. Instead of pulling it down, she tugged it upwards until it had been reversed. Eric’s eyes focused squarely on her panties so she glanced down too. A small, wet patch matched the crease of her pussy. She traced a finger along its length and moaned quietly. Eric’s body bucked in response.



Beth slowly made her hands back up to the skirt’s hem, this time tugging it downwards. Gravity did most of the work for her after getting it over her hips, giving the striptease a merciful burst of speed. She kicked the fabric into the corner and focused on the beat of the song for a few moments, letting Eric see her in just her underwear. His cock twitched several times as she danced.



The song ended and moved to one with a faster beat. Beth smiled. Finally! She spun around and shook her ass as her hands moved to the clasp of her bra. When it was unhooked, she simply let it fall to the ground, pushing it aside with her foot. For nearly a minute, she remained turned away from Eric. Slight turns teased him with mere glimpses of her breasts but she never turned fully. When she heard him sigh, she knew it was time to spin around.



The sigh turned to a moan when he saw her breasts for the first time. They weren’t anything special, just 34Bs. Beth didn’t really mind them too much, except for her nipples. Whenever she got aroused, they stuck out a full two inches. It made them seem freakish. She had been holding her breath as she turned, wondering if he would find her repulsive, and released it with a relieved exhale. Eric seemed to like them. His hands slid closer to his cock but stopped when he noticed her watching them.



After a few silly dance moves designed to get her breasts to jiggle, it was time for the main event. Eric’s hands were now on his thighs but he hadn’t broken his promise…yet. Beth spun around again and began to bend over as she danced, straightening slowly. On the fifth time doing this, she didn’t stand up immediately. Instead, she moved her hands to the hem of her panties and lazily began to pull them over her buttocks.



It was probably a beautiful reveal of her pussy and ass but Beth still wished she could have seen Eric’s face when the panties had come off. When she turned and heard him moan loudly, she knew it had been worth it. A bit of her wetness had dripped out and hung from her labia. She caught the drop with her fingers and brought it to her mouth, tasting herself for the first time. It wasn’t as special as Eric’s juices but it was very intoxicating. His cock twitched several times from the sight and he begged her with his eyes to come over and give him his reward.



She shook her head. “Just hold out until the song is over.”



It was an excruciating wait for the both of them. The song was unfamiliar so they had no idea how much longer it could be. On every fourth beat, she stepped closer. His hands reached up for her breasts when she was close enough but she pushed them away. She started to gyrate while standing almost on top of him, lowering her pussy to the point of almost touching his cock. This wasn’t just killing Eric; Beth had to use all her self-will to keep from impaling her dripping pussy onto her boyfriend’s cock.



The song ended finally and Beth stopped dancing. She turned to go and shut off the music but Eric caught her arm forcefully. “No, leave it!”



The amount of desperation in his voice was astounding. Without hesitation, Beth dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. Her senses were immediately overwhelmed. It smelled like his usual body odor but had something else mixed in, something she assumed was the smell of his pre-cum. The taste was similar, like sweaty skin and the saltiness she had got a taste of earlier. It was the feeling of the cock in her mouth that was strangest, yet most exciting. It filled her in a way that felt right, her lips and tongue wrapped around her boyfriend’s shaft lovingly. She didn’t know what to do exactly so she just started to suck and bob her head along its length.



This alone was enough to send him over the edge, all that anticipation finally exploding out from him. She didn’t even get a warning, unless you counted the rough hand on the back of her head and the violent thrusting into her mouth. What felt like a dozen spurts of thick, salty cum spurted out of him and into her mouth and throat. It made her panic a bit at first until she thought to breathe through her nose. It still wasn’t optimal. His body odor was overwhelming enough that it almost made her choke. She somehow managed to get it all down without any leaking out but it took several swallows.



The whole time she was doing this, Eric was moaning and grunting from both the sheer effort of pushing out so much semen and the forcefulness of the best orgasm of his short life. He was practically face-fucking his girlfriend and forcing her down onto his cock but it was almost out of his control. His body had just taken over.



When it was over, Beth pulled off his cock with a slight pop sound. Her mouth tasted terribly, like she had just swallowed a glass of salt water. The sensations of being mouth-fucked ran through her mind, making her ache for some attention of her own.



Both of them were breathing heavily but for different reasons. They didn’t even look at each other for a minute, just trying to get their bearings on what had just happened. When their eyes did finally meet, they noticed just how disheveled the other looked. Laughter shook both of them. It took a couple minutes for them to get back under control.



Beth climbed to her feet and walked over to her bed, pausing to shut off the music first. “My turn?”



Eric stood and approached her. He looked down at his semi-flaccid cock. “I can’t really do anything now…”



“Sure you can. You still have a mouth and hands, don’t you?” She smiled innocently.



He grinned back. “I guess I do.”



Their lips met in a soft, sensual kiss. Beth sighed as she felt Eric’s hand slide up to the small of her back, bringing her in closer. He parted her lips with his tongue and slowly slid it inside. She felt him pause momentarily, realizing that he could probably taste himself in her mouth. Luckily, it didn’t stop him from intensifying the kiss. If anything, it almost seemed to make him kiss her deeper.



His other hand moved to her right breast, rubbing the soft flesh gently. She shivered from head to toe as his hand kneaded her breast and jumped slightly when his fingers found her hard nipple. Every brush sent bolts of quivering pleasure down her body, all the way to her toes, and back. She groaned when he broke the kiss but moaned even more loudly when his mouth went to her nipple. His tongue swirled around her nipple gently. Her knees began to buckle. She would have fallen if Eric hadn’t been ready with the hand at the small of her back.



Beth felt herself being lowered onto the bed as Eric continued to lick and suck on her breast. When she was on her back, the hand that had been on her back moved to her other breast. Eric took a tentative nibble on her nipple as he tweaked the other with his fingers. Her pussy muscles squeezed tightly in response, a long and loud moan filling the room. She had just enough time to register a bit of shock at her response to the pain before he did it again, clouding her mind.



She had no idea how long he paid attention to her breasts. Her pussy was on fire and ached for attention but she couldn’t find the words to tell Eric otherwise. As long as he kept touching her, she didn’t want to change a thing. When he finally did stop, it took her a few moments to realize that he wasn’t touching her anymore.



He looked at her, amused. “Are you okay?”



Beth swallowed several times before she was able to respond. “Yeah. I think you should get to my pussy before my brain explodes, though.”



“I can do that,” he said with a chuckle.



His lips left angelic kisses all over her breasts before slowly traveling downwards. Every inch of her, from her breasts to her thighs, was covered in his kisses. As he did this, his hands rubbed her inner thighs slowly. Beth groaned and tried to lift her hips but Eric held them down. He made sure to kiss every inch of her thighs as well, avoiding her pussy for as long as he possibly could. When he glanced up and saw her glaring at him, he decided to move on.



He shifted down to the end of the bed and spread Beth’s legs wide open. She was amused to see how entranced he was with her pussy. It was obviously the first he had ever seen in person and he wanted to explore it a little. His face got very close and she panted at the feeling of his warm breath on her most intimate of places. She felt his fingers gently pulling apart her outer lips so he could peer inside. One of his fingertips brushed against her clitoris and she sucked in a breath violently.

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