5 comments/ 28617 views/ 7 favorites Push By: JukeboxEMCSA I was sitting in a little café on la Rive Gauche when my beeper went off. Not my regular beeper, you understand. That one was turned off, shoved in a sock, and the sock was sitting in my suitcase back at the hotel. As far as I was concerned, I was on vacation. Yeah, I know. What does a guy like me need with a vacation? But seriously, everyone needs a change of scenery now and then. And Paris has some of the best scenery in the world. I was sitting back with a coffee, a hunk of bread and a piece of cheese, watching the crowds pass by and thinking that those three items in Paris were better than a gourmet meal anywhere else, when the other beeper buzzed. The one I never forget to carry. The one I wish I could throw into the Grand fucking Canyon. That beeper doesn't go off very often anymore. I couldn't be happier. Every time it does, I get a sick feeling deep down in my gut like you probably get when you see a letter from the IRS, and I just know my day is shot. Which it always is. Even if it turned out to be nothing, just remembering that the other beeper existed was going to wreck my mood and turn the cheese bad in my guts. It didn't turn out to be nothing. I got to a phone as soon as I could and dialed the number. It's always the same number; I don't even know why he leaves it anymore. It's not like I'm expecting it to be anyone but him. Sure enough, after a few rings, I heard that gravelly voice say without prelude, "Bryant. I need you in Atlantic City by 2 PM tomorrow afternoon. I'm taking a meeting with the Galanno family, and I've had enough of their bullshit by now. It's time to push. I know you're out of town, so I'll have a man meet you at the airport. Don't be fucking late. I know you don't have any excuses." I groaned. I knew I wasn't in much of a position to argue, but I at least figured I could push my luck and bitch a little. "Oh, come on, Bruno! Give a guy a break. I'm on vacation! I just got into Paris twelve hours ago, and you pick now to tell me this? You couldn't have mentioned it before I left?" I knew perfectly well why he didn't mention it before I left. It had been a while since we'd talked, and he was probably thinking I'd forgotten all about him. He wanted to remind me that all he had to do was tug, and I'd come to heel like a dog on a leash. Sure enough, he said, "I could have. I didn't. Atlantic City, tomorrow, 2 PM. You owe me, Bryant." And then he hung up. And I got up, threw my bread to the pigeons and my cheese to the rats, and I got ready to head to Atlantic City. Some vacations just suck. ***** You're probably wondering why a guy like me works for anyone. Talent like mine, you figure I gotta be my own boss, right? Well, usually I am. Once, I was. That takes me back a little. Back to Greenwich Village, back in the middle of the Sixties. That was...damn, was it really twenty years ago, now? Time flies. Anyhow, it was back when my talent was first beginning to open up. I was a young man, and Greenwich Village was the place to be if you were any kind of weird. It was where all the hippies went, and all the musicians and the druggies and the gays and the lesbos and the freaks and hell, they even made a comic book set there. 'Doctor Strange', it was called, and man, that was cool by us. Strange, and loving it. Stan Lee got it exactly right. And like I say, it hadn't been that long since I first learned about my talent. Wow, was that weird. One day, I was a guy who can't stay on anyone's good side for very long, someone my teachers were calling "lazy" and my parents were calling "useless" and the cops were calling "headed for Juvie Hall." Until I turned eighteen, of course. Then they started calling me "headed for Rikers Island." The next day, I woke up with this weird buzzing feeling behind my eyes. When I concentrated on it, it felt like I could actually move it around inside my skull, like I could push it all the way to the front of my head right up against my eyes. But it didn't go away. Then my teacher started in on me in third-hour English, just like usual. I locked eyes with him, trying to give him the old, 'Don't give a fuck about school' stare, and the buzzing sort of started to get fiercer in my head. And I just...pushed. And it all sort of went out into his head. It wasn't gone, though. I could still feel it. But when I pushed, I felt something give inside his brain. Suddenly, he went from being all pissed off to all smiles, apologizing for being so rude and talking about trying to be more understanding and all sorts of stuff. If I'd have stayed in school, he probably would have given me an A. But I didn't. I played around with the talent for a little bit that day, pushed a few people and watched them get all nice around me, and real quick I got so that I could do it regularly. I wasn't very skilled with it, though, not like I am now. All I could really do then was push into someone's head and make them like me. Just kind of instinct. But back then, it was enough. I hit the road the very next day. Because I'd read the comics, I'd heard the music, I knew where the action was, and it wasn't out in Jersey. It was in Greenwich Village. Man, life was sweet back then. I didn't have much in the way of material possessions, but I didn't need them. It was really freeing, never caring where I'd be sleeping that night, never having to worry about food or money or pussy or any of that. I just bounced around the Village for a couple of years, hanging out, listening to music, talking to people and listening as much as I talked. When I needed something, I'd push someone, or I'd go to someone I already pushed. It didn't wear off. Still doesn't, even to this day. I can drop in on any of those guys, they'll greet me like I'm their best friend. Any of the gals, they'll give me a roll in the hay and be happy to do it. Thing like that, you'd think I'd be pushing and taking and grabbing like there's no tomorrow, but like I say, it was actually really freeing. Why grab someone's money when you can get as much as you want any time you want? Why take more than you need when you can always get whatever you need? Sorry, I'm probably sounding like an old hippie. I kind of hope I still am an old hippie. Reagan's America needs a few more of us around, y'know? But the point is, I tried not to take too much from anyone, just because I knew they'd let me have whatever I wanted. So I did some dope, dropped a few tabs of acid, but I never bogarted anyone's stash. I ate for free in any restaurant in town, but I made sure never to run anyone out of business. I got all the pussy I wanted, but...okay. Yeah. I maybe went a little crazy with that. But it was the Sixties, man. Hell, there were a lot of guys who got just as much tail as I did, no pushing required. And the girls were happy too. We had a few fun times, a lot of laughs, and they understood I wasn't exclusive to anyone. Nobody got hurt. Until I met Bianca. I was having dinner in an Italian restaurant, because the owner, Vito, was a friend of mine and let me eat for free. Yeah, I pushed him. It's OK. I've never met a restaurant owner who doesn't comp a few meals every now and then. Trust me, he wasn't gonna miss the money. He had guys in and out of that place all the time, real heavy-duty Italian guys who knew the good stuff, the authentic stuff when they tasted it. Oh, that sauce...Vito was out at the markets every morning, hand-picking the tomatoes. Not just to make sure they were fresh, either. He wanted to make sure they were the right ones, some a little overripe, some a little green...he was a master. Died about six years ago, heart attack. His sons run the place now. I went back there a few months ago. The sauce was still good, but it wasn't the same. Sorry, I'm kind of rambling. Trust me, you ever tasted Vito's sauce, you'd forget what you were talking about for a minute too. I was talking about Bianca. She walked in that night, just as I was walking out, flanked by two guys who looked like shaved gorillas and wearing a look like the weight of the world was firmly on her shoulders. And what shoulders they were. Bianca DiStasio had a body that I swear was the most perfect in the history of the human race. And keep in mind, this was before plastic surgery. When I say her tits were the most firmly rounded, the most amazing in existence, I'm saying she didn't have anybody's help but Mother Nature. When I tell you that her legs would make a priest give up the cloth, I'm telling you that she was born looking that beautiful. I just had to look at her for a second, and I turned right back around and headed into the restaurant. I headed straight for her table. When they saw me coming, the two gorillas gave me a look, but I'd gotten really good at the push by then, and before they could even touch me, they were all smiles and sitting me down at the table opposite Bianca. I gave her the push just as she looked up, and...well, sometimes I had those days back then when I felt a little guilty about pushing people. I don't get it so much anymore. It is what it is. But back then, yeah, I felt a little bad sometimes. But when Bianca saw me and all her troubles just melted away into this sweet, glorious smile that lit up the whole room, well...I felt like her knight in shining armor. Vito came out to greet us, and he said that naturally, we'd eat for free. I was kind of used to that by now, and I chatted with Vito for a moment about his sons and his wife and how I was too full to eat another meal, but that the food had been amazing as always, but I didn't notice at the time how he kept looking down at the floor when he talked, and how he didn't sound quite as happy as he did when he usually talked to me. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "How could you not notice?" You gotta remember, this was back in '65. 'The Godfather' hadn't even been published yet, let alone turned into a movie, and I was a stupid kid from a whitebread neighborhood in Jersey who was sitting opposite the most beautiful woman in the world. All I noticed was my hard-on. So yeah, I didn't notice when Vito shot me a panicky look as Bianca and I left the restaurant. I didn't notice the way that every customer was staring at me like I had the balls of an elephant and the lifespan of a cow in a slaughterhouse as I walked out of there with Bianca on my arm. All I knew was that she was fucking gorgeous, that she couldn't get enough of me, and that I was getting laid soon. And I did. The gorillas brought her limo around, and she and I got into the back seat and they got into the front. Bianca rolled up that swanky black window between us, and she peeled off that powder-blue dress of hers, and... You know, looking back on it, knowing what I know now...I'd do it all over again. Every second of it. Her skin was perfect to the touch, silky and smooth and just a little bit damp with sweat. Even her sweat smelled good, all mingled with the scent of her perfume. I can still remember that perfume. 'Je Reviens'. Every once in a while, I'll pass someone wearing it, and it's like that night is right there all over again. I was hard for her, achingly hard inside my pants, and she knew it. She pulled down my zipper and pulled me out, and I wanted to fuck her so bad right then, but she knew that I was so horny I'd pop before thirty seconds. So she started by giving me a handjob. She knew just how to touch me, just what to say, talking dirty to me in Italian until I came all over my pants. To this day, I still don't know what the hell she was saying, but damn, she had one sexy voice. And she just kept right on stroking, too. She knew full well that looking at a woman like her was going to get me hard again. Took me all of about a minute before my cock was standing right back up again. Twenty-year-old kids, man. That's the age when you have sex drive to spare. I was raring to go again, and she knew it. This time, she used her mouth. She wasn't talking dirty to me in Italian; she just kind of made slurping and moaning noises. Didn't matter. I only lasted about two minutes this time. It wasn't until she'd gotten me hard again that she actually let me slide into her pussy. After I'd already gotten my rocks off twice, that took the edge off, so I was able to really give it to her for a while. She was moaning and whimpering and shouting something in Italian and she still had a little bit of my cum on her lips, and...like I said. It was worth everything else that happened. Afterwards, she dropped me off at a friend's place, blew me a kiss, and I went inside feeling like I was so high I'd never come down. I fell asleep on my friend's couch, and I dreamed about that body all night, about the way her nipples looked and the expression on her face when she came... When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. It was still dark, but that was because someone had put a hood on over my head. They'd just dumped a bucket of cold water on me, though, and let me tell you, that's not a fun way to start your day. Tied at the ankles, the knees, the wrists, the elbows, hood over the head, and suddenly I'm sopping wet. Got a hell of a headache, too. They'd cracked me one on the skull just to make sure I stayed out while they were moving me around. I made a lot of noise for a few seconds, really freaked out. When I finally calmed down, they pulled the hood off of my head, and I was looking at him. Bruno. He's really not much to look at, not at first glance. I don't mean he's ugly, although yeah, between you and me he's no looker. He's just sort of an average guy, thick neck, kind of beefy, shaved head, and eyes...he's got hooded eyes. Eyes like a lizard's. I don't remember him ever blinking, not once any of the times I spoke to him. He was sitting in his desk across from me, and there was a guy standing next to him, and another one standing next to me. They weren't the gorillas from the night before, but they were the same species. For a few seconds, he just looked at me. Then he started talking in that voice of his. That gravelly voice. You can see the scar across his throat. Never asked him where he got it. Never wanted to know that bad. But I suppose I should, someday. When the time is right. "My name is Bruno DiStasio," he said. "I'm a businessman in the areas you frequent. You're probably not familiar with my name; I prefer to keep a low profile, in order to prevent my competition from taking an interest in my affairs. But trust me when I tell you that I have several business interests in the Village." He pulled out a cigar, lit it up. I was still a little achy and woozy and shaky and yeah, maybe a little scared, so I just listened for a while. "I've been talking to some people while you were sleeping, some of the residents of Greenwich Village. It turns out that you've frequented several of the Village's local establishments, all without paying. You've eaten for free at its restaurants, drank at its bars, smoked its dope--even, on a few occasions, slept with its hookers, although I'm sure you didn't realize them to be such. Because you are a personable young man, and it appears that people are quite willing to do favors for you." He didn't sound angry or anything. It was like we were talking about the stock market, or maybe the price of gas. Hell, I've heard people sound angrier about gas prices. "Unfortunately for you, I happen to be a businessman. I don't deal in favors. I deal in transactions. You, Mr. Bryant, have been purchasing goods on credit as far as I am concerned." It spooked me like hell that he knew my name. "I have canvassed the neighborhood, and totaled up the bill for goods and services that I have rendered to you. That bill is considerable. I would estimate it at somewhere in the neighborhood of 1.2 million dollars." I must have kind of snorted then. Didn't matter how freaked out I was, I had to laugh at that. A million bucks for two years living in the Village? I hadn't spent it, I didn't have it, and I couldn't pay it. I felt the buzz in my head, and got ready to push, but...the expression on his face when he heard me laugh was scary. It made me forget for a second that I wasn't really in danger, that I could get out of this whenever I wanted. Because man, Bruno was one pissed-off motherfucker. He got up and walked around the desk as he talked. "You doubt my calculations? I assure you, the values are quite accurate. I know every item on that bill by heart, Mr. Bryant. They include food, liquor, accommodations, drugs...and last night, the sexual services of my wife, Bianca." That was when I knew I was in deep shit. I knew that push or no push, I had to get my head together or I wasn't going to be walking out of this room. Bruno knew I knew, too. "Admittedly, my valuation of some of these items is quite high, Mr. Bryant. But I think you'll agree that Bianca is a truly valuable person. And you understand that I do not take lightly any such familiarity with one of my possessions. Not my restaurants, not my bars, and especially not my wife." That was when he hit me, hit me so hard the chair rocked. If the gorilla by my side hadn't grabbed it, it would have tipped over. "1.2 million dollars," he said. "Cash, goods, or services." I knew as well as he did that he wasn't going to take cash. If I'd have had a million dollars, he'd have demanded ten. If I'd have had ten, he'd have asked for a hundred. I don't know if he knew about my talent then, either. I think he was expecting to just take it out of my hide, call that his exchange of 'goods'. But he was a sharp man. He might have pieced it together just from talking to the people I pushed. He must have had his suspicions. He sure figured it out quick enough after things went down. Because I looked into his eyes, and I pushed...and I swear, it was like pushing a brick wall. I don't know why, never did, maybe never will. Maybe he's got the same talent I do, only in reverse. Maybe he's got a metal plate in his head or something. Maybe he's just the coldest, most ruthless son of a bitch ever to walk this planet. But for whatever reason, Bruno DiStasio is the only person I've ever met that I couldn't push...and he was a murderous gangster, and I'd just spent last night fucking his wife. He got this little smile on his face as I kept trying to push. He could feel it inside his head, I'm sure of it, and it made him happy knowing that it didn't work on him. He said, "People have tried to push me around before, Mr. Bryant. They've all found out the hard way...I push back." And he shoved over the chair. I landed right on my back, and my arms just about screamed as the whole weight of the chair and my body came down right on top of them. I realized I couldn't push him, and that trying was a waste of time. So I looked over at the gorilla next to me, and I pushed him instead. I said, "Hey, man, could you help me out? Your boss, he won't stop hassling me." The gorilla looked at Bruno and put a hand on his shoulder. It was a friendly hand, but the way he gripped, it sent the message that it could become an unfriendly hand at any time. "Come on, boss," he said. "The guy's just a dumb kid, he didn't know any better. You scared the shit out of him, let's just end it there before anyone gets hurt." Bruno looked at his guy for about three seconds. I expect I know what was going through his head. I've spent a little time around Bruno's operation by now, and I know his guys are loyal. And it goes both ways. Bruno might have been a bastard to me, but I can't say I don't understand why. His guys, though, they see a different side of him. When you join Bruno's family, you're taken care of for life. You, your kids, your parents...there's nothing Bruno won't do for you. The guys he brings in, they're like brothers to him. It's a bond of blood between Bruno and his men. But at the time, I didn't know that. When Bruno brought his hand up with snake-like speed and grabbed the guy's windpipe, and just squeezed until he was drawing blood with his fingernails, I didn't know how much it must have hurt him to do that. I didn't understand that by compromising that man's loyalty, I'd as good as signed his death warrant, that I was responsible for what had just happened even if I didn't mean to do anything more than get out of there with my skin intact. I just saw that Bruno was a stone-cold killer with a grip like a vice, and that pushing other people wasn't going to help me any more than pushing Bruno was. Push He let the guy drop to the ground and put his foot down on my chest, right on my sternum. He put a little weight on it. "We'll just add that to the bill, Mr. Bryant. The charges seem to be piling up, don't they? I hope for your sake, you can pay." He pushed harder. I felt a little crack in one of my wrists. Turned out to be a greenstick fracture, I couldn't use that hand for days. "I can pay!" I yelped. "Please, I...I can pay." "How?" I think he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear me say it. "What I did...what I did to your wife." I knew I was taking my life into my hands when I said that, but if he didn't listen, I was dead anyway. "I can do that to other people. Whoever you want. I can push inside their heads, make them like me. They'll do stuff for me, and I'll get them to do stuff for you. Please." I really hate remembering how my voice sounded. You'll never know how pathetic you sound begging for your life until you actually do it. He didn't let up the pressure, but he didn't push down any harder. It was getting hard to breathe, but he didn't move his foot even a little. "Alright. Here's the deal, Mr. Bryant. You will use this...ability of yours, on my behalf. Whenever I want, as often as I want, until I feel the debt between us is paid. You will never attempt to use that ability on anyone in my employ, ever again. You will cease freeloading off of my goods and services. You will never--ever--make any sort of contact with my wife again." I nodded frantically. He took his foot off my chest, and I gasped for air as he continued. "When I don't require your services, I frankly don't care what the fuck you do, so long as you make sure I can contact you. If you try to run, I will find you. If you try to fuck me over in any way to get out of this deal, I guarantee you, you will be dead before you know it." He nodded to his other gorilla. "Cut him loose and get him the fuck out of my sight." ***** And that was it. I was well and truly up against it. He's made me do some things over the years, things I'm not proud of. As I got better with my talent, started being able to use it in more subtle ways than just, "You like me," he found other uses for me. He doesn't need me so often anymore. But he makes sure I've got the beeper on me. Just to remind me the debt's not settled. I think nowadays he gets more of a kick out of that than out of whatever I do for him. He doesn't even mind that I try to push him occasionally. He just smiles. No matter how good I get, he just keeps shrugging it off, and knowing that...it's a big thing for him. He doesn't push me too hard anymore. He doesn't have to. So that's why I was in Atlantic City, and that's why I'm heading back to Paris now in such a shitty mood. Thanks for letting me vent, by the way. I'm going to wipe it all out of your memory in a few seconds, because it's probably safer if you don't know any of this shit, but thanks for listening. And because I'm wiping your memory anyway, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm a lot better with my talent than Bruno knows. He's got me pushing into people's heads now, rewiring their brains so they do what he wants them to do, but he doesn't know that I can add extra layers of programming to a person's subconscious, stuff that isn't going to show up at all until I want it to. So I can push, and that person won't act any different. They won't even know there's anything different going on inside their head until I decide it's time. So Bruno can run me around a little every now and then, and wreck my vacations, and as long as that's all he does, I'm not going to squawk too loud about it. Hey, I got nothing but time, and it's not worth it to me to get into a fight over it. But Bruno doesn't know I've been breaking the deal. He doesn't know just how many of his men would side with me in a fight. But one of these days, he's going to. Because one of these days, push is going to come to fucking shove. THE END Push It's amazing the power that you can be trusted with. That someone will give you. I brush the back of my hand over her left cheek to make sure she's no longer trembling. Then I lay it over her lips and wait for her to kiss it before moving two fingers down the side of her neck, to pet her, stroke her—comfort her. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, her right cheek and the blindfold that blinds her. "Are you ready?" I ask it as neutrally as I can, trying to stop any hint of concern or excitement from entering my voice. She nods, her lips pursed together, trying to be brave for me. "Good. Now you know you can say stop any time? That I won't be angry and it won't change anything. Okay?" She nods again. Choice, pressure, force. What's the best way to make a woman feel like she has the power to say no while still stripping away her ability to do so. To make her feel that sublime balance of agency and helplessness. I don't know. I don't pretend to. If there's some system I haven't learned it. As best as I can tell, you simply try your best to learn the woman, to garner her trust and have her return it. To satisfy that part of her that is always yearning to be free and bound together at once. I kiss up her elbow to her wrist to make sure the bind is tight with a quick tug, then I kiss her palm. I kiss it again and again, brushing my lips over the surface. I want her to know that although she's bound and blind. That I can have any part of her. But instead of savaging her, putting my cock wherever I please that I want to kiss her. Soothe her. Be with her. Sliding into bed, I make my way between her legs and part them a shoulder's width. I kiss her hips, her pussy through the cotton panties. I rake my fingers up and down her ribs and grab her ass firmly, ramping up pressure and releasing. Digging my fingers into her flesh with little pulses before sliding out from under her, pushing my lips against her clit through the fabric. I rise, make my way over to the end table where I pick up the small, swollen device. As I make my way back to her, I can see her writhing just a little, just enough to fight the constraints. "It's okay," I say as I slide the plastic tip up and down her thighs. "Just relax." When I push the short, pink toy against her panties her legs instinctively close. I laugh, enough of my body is between them to make closing all the way impossible, and once I set the plug down, it's easy enough to push her thighs apart. She fights me, though, and she can squeeze her legs together almost as well as I can push them apart. After a few moments of this tug of war I ask, "Are you sure you want to make it more difficult?" Her legs go limp, then spread again. I move out and order her to close them. She hesitates a moment, then does so. When her ankles are touching I lean over her, grasp her panties by the waistband and drag them off, tossing them aside with a small thud against the wall. "Open them." I wait a moment, and when she doesn't comply I give a more firm command. "Spread." She does, and I look at her for a moment. Her shaved pussy, her thick thighs, her rapidly rising and falling torso and tightly pressed lips. And she is beautiful. I take the last precaution while up and grab the lube and the second toy. I don't want to leave her again. I'm already hungry, my eyes are narrowed and bright, filled with the desire you can only have for a woman you need. Making my way between her legs for the last time, I put just a tad of the gel on my index finger and rub it in with my opposite hand. When it is slick to my satisfaction I lean down and push my lips against her pussy. I give her long, full kisses across the lips, then up and down the slit. Only kisses, no licks, and nothing on the clit. Not yet. I want to make her want it, need it. She's resisting more than normal, afraid of what's coming next, and I can't blame her. To put her at ease, I redouble my efforts. I push my tongue into her and lick in a small, quick circle until she moans, then I fuck her with my tongue and a darting motion before I slide up to her clit to suck on it, and then kiss it over and over again before I give it a long, slow lick. When she pushes herself against my face I know she's ready and I unceremoniously push my lubed finger into her ass. She freezes instantly, inhaling deep and gasping from the back of her throat. I lick her clit as I slide the finger all the way up her ass, but the sensation is too much, she bucks against me, she moans and I move my lips back down against hers to kiss and suck on her labia. When she is back in a state of relative ease I push my finger all the way in. Her body tenses, shifts, with each movement I make. I know that if she wasn't bound to the headboard she'd be able to move away from me and close herself up once more. But that's why we took this precaution. That's why she's mine. I make small circles with my fingers. Slow and strong, spreading her open with each turn. It doesn't take long before the motion becomes easy and she stops fighting I lost myself in the intoxication of it before I remember to kiss her, lick her, put my free hand on her hip. "You're amazing" I say as I grip her. When I pull out of her she gasps, and for just a second her body follows my finger before snapping back away. I release her to lube up a second and third fingers. Two slide into easier than the first, and with a few corkscrews, and a quick maneuver the third goes in too. I roll them until my wrist aches from the torque, then I push in and out, a taste of things to come. I wriggle them back and forth with gentle precision as I lean my face to kiss her pussy again, this time going for something new. My tongue pushes against her clit so roughly that I can feel it shift with each lick. I suck it into my mouth and kiss it again and again before pushing my face against her lips to resume licking, to push so hard that strands of my beard and my chin enter her. We move back and forth, locked against one another, sometimes me moving my hand inside her, and sometimes letting it be still. This goes on until she cums hard enough to drench the lower half of my face. She breathes deeply for a minute while I wait in perfect stillness. When she's recovered I wordlessly pull my fingers out of her. Then, without resistance, I insert the first of two toys, the plug, into her. Her groans fill the room as it slides into her, the headboard knocking against the wall from the shifts in her arms. She only struggles as the thicker and thicker base reaches new dimensions in her. I don't push it all the way in, just enough for what comes next. I slide up her body, kissing her hips and stomach through the shirt and up her neck to her lips. She kisses me back instantly and it makes me smile and look at her blindfolded face for a moment before I kiss her again. And again. And again. My knees plant themselves into the mattress between hers, thighs meeting thighs, as my cock pushes into her pussy. It is wonderful and after only a moment,she is moaning like never before. Little growls through grit teeth on the way in, wails and shudders on the way out. I go slowly with a sawing motion, purposely pushing down as I go in, to squeeze her between my cock and the toy. To make her feel what it's like to be this full. I'm not able to speed up, to push as fast as I'd like as it would be too much for her. Every time I push faster, harder, she cries out until I stop. Not pain, but not pleasure either. Not yet, at least. So we fuck long and slow, with full strokes, each push and pull causing an audible response from her. It lasts until I can't take it any longer, until I need her too much. I rip the plug out of her and toss it aside as I fumble for the lube to squirt a mass of it on the second toy. It's much smaller, and will fit easier, but I'm at my absolute limit and I can't be interrupted again. I cannot wait any longer. I grease up the little bullet and push it into her, making sure it's secure by shaking it side to side. When it sticks, when it's in, I turn on the vibration to the lowest setting and position myself over her again. She's whimpering by the time I'm pushing into her, her legs grasping the outside of my hips, pulling me towards her and trying to close around the sensation all at once. She lets out a cry as I push into her that switches the last part of my humanity off, and as she screams out I put my hand around her neck and squeeze gently as I start to pick up steam. I am my rigid, shuddering cock and I slam in and out of her at maximum speed, the vibrations from her ass tickling me as I do. But I feel it less and less as I move in and out of her faster. She's stopped making any noises except single, guttural moans when I push back into her. They're some mix of a sigh and long, heavy "H", and nothing else. And having her there, helpless, wordless and over-stimulated only turns me on more. "You're mine" I say as I try and make her groan and growl the way I am, the way she needs to to please me. She doesn't. Instead she cries out as she cums, her pussy spasming around me as she does. I move my hand from her neck to the headboard and I begin to shove in and out of her as I call her my pet, my toy, my beautiful creature—all while fucking through the sloshing, deep quivers of her cum. Fucking until the world becomes a white-hot blur, and fucking past it, if only for a few seconds. She's screaming, but I can barely hear it through my own growl, through the deafening climax I have as I cum inside her. A moment later I remind myself that I can't stay on top her, empty and dead, as much as I would like. I push myself off of her and pull the bullet from her ass to switch it off. I take a deep breath as the world is still blurry and my head is empty, then I move to my feet and walk to her side once more, undoing the binds and letting her hands drop. I leave the blindfold on, just so I can get back to her side quickly. We slide to the dry side of the bed, and once we do, we hold each other, breath on one another and share a single kiss. After a few moments she nuzzles into my chest and murmurs a thank you. "Don't thank me yet." I say. She kisses my chest a few times, lightly brushing her lips over it, before asking why not. "Don't thank me until you've done the real thing." Push It "Ahh!" yelled Abby as her husband Shawn walked up her, bent over, wrapped an arm around her legs and threw her over his shoulder. "Where are you taking me?" she asked when he started to walk towards the stairs in their living room up to the second floor. Shawn remained silent, listening to his wife squeak as he carried her to their bedroom. It had been a long day and Shawn, a 28-year old man whose cock seemed hell-bent on impregnating Abby, had not fucked her in over 48 hours; far too long for a man with his voracious sexual appetite. Once at the top of the stairs Shawn turned and started down the hallway to the bedroom, smiling when he heard Abby's excited "Oohhh" coming from behind him. Immediately after entering the room, Shawn tossed his wife on to the bed and took a second to admire her 5 foot frame, which made her D-cup tits seem much larger by comparison. As he quickly licked his lips as he prepared to ravage her body, Abby looked up at him and playfully asked "Are we going to take a shower?" "Yes" replied Shawn as he reached down and grabbed Abby by the back of her neck. "Yes we are." Shawn pulled Abby up into a sitting position and proceeded to rip her shirt off over the top of her head before untying her pants and shoving her back onto the bed. Obediently, Abby lifted her hips to help her husband remove her remaining clothes. Shawn smiled as he grabbed her pants with both hands, making sure her underwear were also in his grasp, and pulled them down over her legs before throwing them into a heap in the corner of the room. With his own shirt already off, Shawn unbuttoned his shorts as Abby started to sit back up. "I don't recall telling you to sit up." said Shawn as he used one hand to shove Abby back down on to the bed once more while removing his shorts with his other hand. Abby looked up at her husband standing over her then down at his hardening, now naked cock. "But this isn't showering..." Abby started to say as Shawn proceeded to climb onto the bed next to her, moving one hand under her head and the other between her legs. "Shut up" he said simply as he slid his fingers along the back of her head and up her scalp. Once he found what his instinct told him was the 'right' spot, Shawn grabbed a fist full of Abby's hair and pulled her head towards his, forcing their lips together as Abby struggled in vain to resist. Abby was accustomed to her husband's sexual onslaughts and liked to tease him, goading him on by resisting his attempts to have sex with her. This resistance took on many forms, from playful denials of interest in sexual activity to trying to turn and squirm away as he would touch and play with her body. She knew Shawn loved to dominate her every bit as much as she loved being dominated; resisting him and making him force her to have sex with him only made their encounters that much hotter. While Shawn knew full well how Abby loved being forced to take his cock, he was a kind and respectful person and did not really want to hurt his wife's self-image or truly force her to do something she did not want to do. As a result, despite burning with desire to fuck her like a human cum-dumpster and force her to deep throat his cock as he fucked it with his 8 inch cock like a pussy, he had always resisted the urge. Today though, something was different. Shawn felt empowered to push the envelope and see how far he could go. With his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, Abby felt her husband's hand grab her knee and pull her legs apart, exposing her moistening pussy. Shawn's fingers then slid lightly up her inner thigh, sending tingling chills up her leg as he tickled her on his way to her hole. Slowly and lightly, his fingers circled her labia as he teased her, only occasionally grazing over her clit. Pulling her head tighter into his, Shawn laid his hand on top of her pussy so the tip of his middle finger was just outside her hole, then slid it just inside her. He slowly swirled his finger around in circles, collecting moisture from her and occasionally pressing harder against her g-spot, causing her to moan slightly into his mouth as he continued to aggressively make out with her. Once he was satisfied that his finger was wet enough, Shawn slid his hand up her pussy mound slightly so that the tips of his fingers were positioned directly over Abby's clit. Shawn pressed down into her mound on either side of her clit with his index and ring fingers, causing it to stick out, and began flicking it with his moist middle finger. Abby started writhing with pleasure; it felt very similar to her husband's tongue when he would eat her out. Abby started bucking harder and wilder as her husband's finger flicking her clit began to move faster and with increasing pressure. Once she started moaning louder into his mouth, Shawn started moving his hand in rhythm with his finger. Her clit burst with pleasure as it was massaged from both sides while still feeling like his tongue on the end, causing her to rocket closer and closer to cumming. Shawn pulled his head away from Abby's mouth while yanking down on her hair, causing her head to tilt back. "You really like this, don't you?" Shawn said. "You like it when I make you feel good like this?" he added as he turned his naked body around and threw his right leg over his wife's head, straddling her while continuing to rub her clit. Abby heard him but couldn't respond; all that came out of her mouth were moans and squeaks of pleasure. "Now it's time to make your husband feel good." Shawn lowered his hips so his cock was at the entrance to his wife's mouth and after taking a moment to relish in the tension and excitement, pushed the head of his cock inside. "Oh, damn" he exclaimed as Abby's tongue immediately began swirling around his cock, massaging every bit of it that was inside her mouth while she simultaneously sucked. "Fuck, that feels awesome." Shawn stopped massaging her clit. Up to this point, aside from throwing his wife over his shoulder and subsequently onto the bed, he had not strayed outside his comfort zone for their sexuality. Now was when he decided it was time to start pushing her, taking from her the pleasure he had always wanted to but hadn't. He always saw the two of them fundamentally as equals on all levels, even though he knew she wanted him to take more charge in the relationship. She had even told him so, though not in a strictly sexual sense. Abby had repeatedly told her husband how much she disliked having to make decisions and preferred him to just make them. Shawn had noticed this pattern quickly, but regularly encouraged her to stand up for her own interested and make her own decisions rather than be subservient to someone else's whims rather than take advantage of this to completely control his wife. He truly and deeply loved her, wanting only the best for her and having observed that others often took advantage of her sought to help build her up. Now that it seemed like she was generally reaching this point in her life, he felt like he could safety take her sexually the way he had always wanted to without risking her general resolve in life. One way in which he had resisted fucking her the way he wanted was orally. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock balls deep into her mouth, but she always had difficulty deep throating his big dick. Today was the day to push it. And he did push it. Shawn slid the head of his cock out of his wife's mouth then pushed it back in to where he usually had stopped and started fucking her mouth at that depth. "Mmm, fuck yes." he said, savoring the pleasure of his wife's tongue massaging his cock. This had also generally been the extent of his dirty talk during sex, despite the far more depraved thoughts running though his head, but today was the day to push it. "I love fucking that dirty mouth of yours. Oh fuck, that fucking whore mouth feels so good on my cock." he added. Shawn could feel Abby moaning on his dick, encouraging him even more. "You want me to lick your pussy, you fucking whore?" In the past, Shawn had always eaten his wife out whenever he lied on top of her with his dick in her mouth. Since today was the day to push it, he was going to take whatever pleasure he wanted from her before giving her any of her own. "If you want that pussy licked you better suck that dick really good bitch. Fucking take that cock deep in your fucking mouth. Oh fuck, that's good. Fuck that whore mouth feels so good on my dick. Fuck, fuck, oh fuck yes. You better fucking pleasure your husband's cock with that mouth really fucking good if you want that pussy licked!" Abby, lying underneath her husband with his cock violating her mouth, was enthralled. Where was this all coming from? she wondered. She always wanted to please her husband, but now he was demanding it as his right. With her pussy aching to be licked Abby succumbed to her husband's commands as he started fucking his cock deeper into her mouth, past the point where he usually stopped; where her gag reflex usually kicked in. She relaxed and gave in to him, wanting only to make him happy. She felt his cock sliding through her mouth and into her throat, then back out, only to plunge back in again, over and over. "Oh Fuck!" Shawn practically yelled as he began shoving his cock deeper into his wife's mouth than he'd ever managed before. Sliding from her mouth into her throat was ecstatic. The feeling her of tongue sliding over his shaft and she sucked and swallowed his dick easily rivaled the way her pussy felt when he fucked it. Looking down, he could see that he still wasn't all the way in, but seeing her head tilted back with only an inch or two of his cock sticking out of her mouth as he repeatedly fucked it added a whole extra level to the already awesome feeling of his wife's throat as it spasmed around his rock hard cock. "Fucking god, that fucking whore mouth feels so fucking good! You're such a dirty little fucking slut. Look at you, with your fucking mouth getting plowed by my big dick. Fucking take that cock deep in your little fuck slut mouth. You're my little fuck slut, and I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are. God fucking damn." Shawn slid back to the tip, letting Abby massage his head with her tongue, before sliding all the way in and burying his cock all the way into her throat and leaving it there. "Holy fucking shit. What a fucking whore!" he yelled at Abby as he felt her gagging, spasming throat massaging the length of his cock. It felt fucking incredible. He loved every second of it as he used his wife like his personal whore, fucking her mouth for his pleasure and his alone as he forced her to service him. It was a huge rush, dominating her completely and reducing her to his fuck toy. He left his cock buried down her throat until he was satisfied with her submission to his violation of her, then pulled out so she could breathe, and started fucking her mouth with the entire length of his dick. "Fuck, you're such a good fucking whore. You really can pleasure your husband's cock. Keep this up and I'll have to fucking devour your cunt." Hearing her husband's pleasure as he used her mouth like a fuck sleeve for his pleasure make Abby's pussy so wet it was dripping down her thighs. She desperately wanted his tongue on her clit, but the only way that was going to happen was if she kept deep throating his dick. She wanted to be the best whore she could and completely opened her throat for him to use and abuse. She felt one of her husband's hands reach down and grab the back of her neck as he started to thrust into her mouth harder with his entire dick. Her gag reflex was going crazy, but she desperately needed him to lick her pussy and there was no way he would do that if she stopped him or threw up, so she held it back like a good whore. "Fuck yes" she heard her husband say and without warning her clit erupted in pleasure as she felt his mouth clamp down around it, his tongue rapidly flicking over it roughly. He continued his penetration of her throat as he licked her, moving his head from side to side as he did. With his tongue moving up, down and side to side over her little knob she felt him fasten his lips around it and start sucking too. "Uuuhmmm... Ohhhh" Abby started moaning audibly around her husband's cock, increasing his pleasure even more. This gave him even more encouragement. He started fucking her mouth faster, relishing the combined feelings of her moans and her throat spasming around his cock each time he buried it balls deep in her mouth. "Fuck, you really are a fucking whore. You love this, you love having your fucking whore mouth fucked by my big cock like this. Oh fuck, keep making my cock feel like this, you fuck slave" Shawn yelled coming up from her clit. He was letting go of his last restraints as he plunged back down on her clit, positioning his face so his nose was rubbing the opening of her hole as he went back to lapping up her clit. Abby felt an incredible sensation as her orgasm was got closer and closer. She was her husband's personal fuck bitch for him to take any way he wanted, when ever he wanted it. The feeling in her clit was amazing as she gave herself completely to the man who owned her. "Ohhh, OHHHHH! MMMMMM Yes!" Abby started yelling, opening her mouth as she started to shake, shiver and explode as she came, swept away by her orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as she writhed about, loving every second of her husband's onslaught of her mouth, pussy and clit. Her pussy contracted around Shawn's nose, pushing it out of her hole as her whole body seized up. "Cumming is no excuse not to keep sucking my dick, you fucking whore." Shawn was pleased that his wife was cumming as hard as it felt like she was, but she was his fuck slave and her primary duty was to service him. Not wanting to displease him, Abby quickly wrapped her lips back around his cock and started licking the length of his shaft again. Shawn stopped stimulating his wife's clit and went back to focusing on his own pleasure, deciding to punish her for her momentary lapse. "A good wife puts her husband's pleasure first, cunt. You are my wife and my fuck slave. I expect you to keep sucking me and pleasuring me with your mouth as long as I want to fuck your face. You got that, bitch?" Shawn looked down and watched the wonderful sight of his cock disappearing down Abby's throat as he plunged in, pulled out and shoved himself deep inside her again, thinking only of how good this made him feel to completely fuck his slave. Her obedience and willingness to service him turned him on even more. He watched his cock as he pulled out to the tip, then slowly slid all 8 inches back down her throat and left it there. "Good slaves never stop pleasuring their masters, no matter what. You need to learn that. Fucking pleasure my cock. Gag on it. Fuck yes, fucking make it feel soooo fucking good." He left his cock buried in her throat for about 30 seconds as she started to spasm and shake all over, running out of air. Shawn had never felt anything like this in his life before - forcibly taking from his wife's mouth all the pleasure he could from her suffering. After what felt like an eternity without air, gagging on her husband's cock as he held it in her throat, Abby finally felt Shawn withdraw from her mouth. She looked at him as he turned around and roughly grabbed her by the throat. "Good fucking girl," he said to her as he forcibly kissed her. She felt relieved that he approved of her cock sucking. She was worried that he would be displeased since he hadn't cum. Without taking his hand off her throat Shawn slammed his wife back down onto the bed, grabbed her by the shoulder with his other hand, positioned himself between her legs and rammed his cock into her pussy in one thrust. "Hhhmmpff" was all she could say as her husband choked her. "Oh fuck, that's good." Shawn said as he started to saw himself in and out of her little slit. He put his other hand on her throat and wrapped them all the way around it, tightened his grip and started using his hold on her to slam her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. "Oh yes, what a good little fuck slave. I love fucking using you like this, like the cheap dirty whore you are. My personal little fucking whore." Shawn relished in the feeling of using his wife like an inanimate object, slamming her dripping wet pussy down onto his cock over and over by the throat. Abby loved it too. She loved it when her husband just took charge and fucked her how he wanted. She was his, all she ever wanted was to be his and to make him happy. She couldn't help but cum over and over on his cock as he used her for his pleasure. She couldn't even think - she was in pure heaven. "Holy shit, you fucking love this!" Shawn exclaimed as he looked at his wife's face and saw one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen as he made her into his personal pleasure toy. He slid one of his hands up through her hair and grabbed a fist full while moving his other hand to the center of her throat, pushing down as he choked her. He leaned in closer to her. "Is this what you fucking want? Do you want me to grab you, throw you down and fuck you like a cheap fucking whore? Do you want to be my personal little fucking fuck slave? I'll do it, I'll turn you into my own little toy to use and fuck however, whenever and wherever I fucking want. You're fucking mine and you love it. You better get used to this you fucking cunt. Your my slave now, I own you. I own that tight little pussy of yours and that nasty fucking mouth." This was almost too much for Abby. It was like her husband had finally read her mind and said everything she wanted. She couldn't tell him herself - she was a good girl; good girls don't do these things, but being used as her husband's personal sex slave was an amazing feeling. She completely surrendered to him. "Tell me your my little fucking whore. Tell me you're my personal sex slave," she her her husband order her. She couldn't respond; she was paralyzed by the wonderful pulsating pleasure wracking its way through her body. She felt his grip on her neck tighten as he pulled back on her hair even more. It hurt sooo good. "I want to hear you say it." His mouth was right next to her ear now. "Say you're my fucking whore." "I'm.. your fucking whore." Abby finally managed to say. "Yes, you're my fucking whore, my fucking bitch, and I'm gonna fuck you like it." Shawn grunted into her ear. She felt him use his grip on her hair to pull her off his cock and slam her back down onto it. She shuddered and her pussy clamped down around his cock as she came again. Shawn felt his wife's cunt gripping his cock like a vice. He should have claimed her has his fuck toy long ago, he thought as he continued to pile drive himself into her. He could feel his dick slamming into the back of her pussy. That was one thing he loved about his wife's pussy that made it better than any other pussy he'd ever fucked - it was the perfect size for his cock. When he slammed it all the way in he could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her cunt hole. At a slight angle he could hit her cervix and push slightly into her uterus. He loved dumping his loads of cum directly into her uterus, and it drove her wild when he did. Shawn took his hand off Abby's neck and wrapped it under the small of her back, then he lifted her up off the bed so she was suspended in the air like the fuck toy she was and started fucking her entire body onto his dick. This gave him a great angle to plunge his cock into her cervix. "AHHH! FUUUUU....UCK! YES!" Abby yelled as she felt her husband's cock slamming into her repeatedly. "Fuck yes, you're my fucking sex slave and I'm going to treat you like one, cunt!" Shawn yelled at her as he slammed her harder and harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum in you and dump all my fucking cum into that tight little cunt hole!" It was fucking awesome to cum in his new slave as he degraded her, making her into the cunt she was, good for nothing but pleasuring his cock. Shawn slammed his new slave down one more time, making absolutely sure to get every bit of the length of his raging dick buried inside of her tight cunt hole as he could. He was able to get the head of his cock past the cervix, which gripped his cock like a pussy within a pussy, milking him completely dry and he shot rope after rope of his hot sperm into her womb. He shuddered as he tilt his head back, eyes closed, moaning loudly as he was swept away by the sensation. Push It They stayed like that for over a minute as their climaxes subsided. Shawn relaxed and his wife fell to the bed. He reached over and grabbed one of the hand rags they kept by the side of the bed for this sort of occasion, taking time to make out in the process as he slowly withdrew his still hard cock. He pulled his head back from hers and slapped her cheek as he grabbed her face with his free hand. "You're fucking mine now," he said with a big grin on his face. Abby looked up submissively into his eyes with her own smile on her face. He was right, she was his, and she couldn't have been happier. Push It Back This is my first submission so I'd love to have your feedback. I was motivated to record it after listening to "Those Three Favorite Words of Mine" by Tarkustrooper. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3) * * * * * Push It Hard Every time he pushed the send button on a slightly cheeky text to Abby, his heart fluttered and he hesitated a moment. Abby's emotions stirred each time she received such a text from Sean and felt her heart race when she sent back a slightly more playful reply. But these were few and far between and often one or the other would leave it at that. The problem was that Sean and Abby had been in an on-again-off-again type relationship all through university and now that they had graduated and were working, things had gotten to the point where they had more or less fallen into the dreaded "just good friends" zone. Both particularly fancied each other but Sean had always hesitated to go further and Abby had been waiting for Sean to act, unsure of making the first step. But ultimately, while good friend, more and more so they both wanted things to be more serious. Abby had been thinking about the situation for a week or two when she finally decided that it was time she made the first move and push things a little harder. But the idea of simply telling Sean that she wanted more didn't seem like the best option as she had talked with him about it previously and he seemed to back away. So the push would need to be more than words. And it was while thinking along those lines an idea sprung to mind; a push-up bra. Abby had a great body. While not athletic, she looked after herself and had maintained a fit figure. Her gentle curves were well complimented by her stunning breasts, which she considered her best feature after her eyes and smile which seemed to beam happiness to all whom she talked to at the same time they could melt guys when she gave them a seductive look. But when she wore a push-up bra, her breasts were well and truly the centre of most guys' attention. So she called Sean and invited him and a few of their friends to go out to a club for the evening for some drinks and fun. "Sounds great. Everyone can park their cars at my house and we can bus it to the club from here." Sean suggested in reply to her invitation. Later that night, a few friends had already arriving at Sean's when Abby turned up. Sean's mouth almost dropped open when he saw her. She was wearing a light red dress which had a neckline which plunged at the front. Coupled with the push-up bra she had on, the result was her breasts seemed to jump from her dress and the fine gold necklace she had on seemed to be disappear into the spectacular cleavage she was displaying. "Oh wow Abby, you look amazing!" Sean stammered while unable to draw his gaze from her boobs. "Excellent," she thought, "I've definitely got his attention." When the last couple arrived, they all left for the club which was only a short bus trip from Sean's house. As the night wore on and they had all had a few drinks, Abby keep giving Sean playful smiles and making cheeky comments. Before long, she asked him to come dance with her on the increasingly crowed dance floor. Sean's heart hadn't stopped racing from when he first saw Abby at his house. What had he been waiting for? He wondered. He could see that she was flirting with him like crazy so he decided it was time he started to push things a bit harder himself. On the dance floor the two were dancing very close with the crowd pushing in on them. Abby put her arms around his head which pushed her breasts up towards his face and she continued to dance suggestively while giving him the most erotic look he'd seen. He stepped closer and began to push against her body, feeling her soft breasts against him. She reciprocated the grinding and soon the two were allowing their hands to explore each other's bodies as they moved in time with the music. "A final push is needed," Abby thought so she moved in and kissed him passionately. He didn't need any further encouragement as the two continued to dance while embracing and kissing deeply. "How about we go head back to my place for some quiet drinks" Asked Sean. Abby bit her lip seductively as she agreed before they joined the others and told them they were heading off. Everyone else wanted to go to as their cars were back at Sean's house which meant the two found themselves having to mingle with the others all the while they were barely able to keep their eyes of each other. It seemed to be taking an eternity for everyone to leave which only heightened their excitement and anticipation. As the numbers present began to drop, Abby brushed passed Sean deliberately pushing her breasts against his arm. He smiled and hugged her as he sat back in a chair with her sitting on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pushing into her thigh and she could scarcely stay composed as the last few of their friends said goodnight and left. The sound of the door closing had barely finished when Abby spun around and the two started kissing and embracing each other with desperation. Sean's hands slid up Abby's thighs and caressed her arse as she ran her hands down his chest and felt for his hard cock through his pants. Abby had pushed things to this point so Sean wanted to be the one to go the next step. He picked her up and, while still kissing intensely, he cared her to his bedroom and almost threw her on the bed before climbing on top of her, his hands on the palms of hers which were stretched out above her head, holding her down as he kissed her deeply again. He then ran one of his hands gently up her leg, feeling the soft warmth coming from her body as he slipped it up under skirt and up to find one of her ample breasts. She moaned softly as he caressed her body while tenderly kissing her neck and ear. He paused his touching and slowly and smoothly slipped the dress up over Abby's head and he smiled with amazement as he took in the sight of her beautiful body. Embracing her again, he moved his hand underneath her back to unclasp her bra as she began to unbutton his shirt and again allow her hands to slide over his muscular chest. When he had undone her bra, Abby rolled over so she was on top of him and allowed the lacy straps to fall over her shoulders and finally release her tits which now hung just above Sean's face. He reached up and took each one in his hands before slowly taking one of her small but firm pink nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Abby moan loudly as the sexual pleasure seemed to explode through her body at his touch. She could have almost climaxed just from the stimulation she was receiving but she wanted more. Moving herself down his body, causing Sean to release his grasp of her tits, Abby stared straight into his eyes as she undid his pants and slipped them down his legs along with his underwear. She gasped to herself in excitement as she saw his erect member, the tip glistening slightly with the smallest drops of precum visible. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as Abby took his cock into her mouth, gently sliding her lips over it while teasing the head with her tongue. Moving with deep and quickening strokes of her head, she continued to suck on him while he moved his hips up to meet her downward motion. The pleasure he was feeling was incredible as she continued to work his cock. But after on a minute or two, Abby stopped and stood up. Sliding her panties off, she spun around so her pussy was just above Sean's face. He could only manage to gasp at the sight of her beautiful naked body and the sight of her pussy so close to his face was incredible. Her soft brown bush, neatly trimmed but still natural looking, seemed to point to the now slightly parted and puffy lips of her pussy. As he gently pulled her lips apart with this fingers, he could see and feel the moisture that was building. Abby started sucking on Sean's cock once more with quicker speed and stronger sucking. She wanted to make him come, to feel him pulse as she came at the same time. Sean sensed her intensity rise so he pulled her pussy down onto his face, plunging his tongue as deep into her as he could. He continued to eat her has he used one hand to quickly rub her clit in a small circular motion. Abby's mind was a blur. The feelings that seemed to shoot from her waist all through her body caused her to spasm with pleasure. At times she couldn't keep on giving attention to Sean's cock as she concentrated on her own feelings of arousal. She could feel the tightness within her building, feel the pleasure increase and she knew she wasn't far off orgasm. "Yes, keep licking my pussy." She cried. "I'm going to come. Please come at the same time as me?" That encouragement was more than enough for Sean. He could feel his balls tightening as he drew closer to release. "Oh yes baby, I'm going to come!" he called out before flicking his tongue across her clit as fast as he could. Abby felt her pleasure peak and her body jolted as she came on his face. Her legs tensing and muscles contracting as she moaned and groaned while the orgasm took over. Sean's cock began to pulse in her mouth and she felt the first shot of warm cum explode out. She continued to suck his cock as he groaned while his cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed it all and continued sucking as he also spasmed underneath of her. "Oh my god, that was amazing Abby!" Sean managed to say between deep breaths. "How about next time you push things a bit harder and we go to the next step?" she replied smiling as she turned and laid down next to him. "I guess sometimes all we need is a bit of a push" he replied as he smiled back and kissed her once more. The two embraced and fell asleep, the thought of 'next time' enough to ensure they both had more than pleasant dreams.