Dana
The last time, our first together and my first ever, had been a long, slow build to an earth-shattering orgasm that rang in my muscle memory every minute since. And I was ready to reignite that eternal, internal flame. But there were significant differences. This time, I knew it wouldn’t be the only time. This time, I wasn’t a virgin. This time, Hutch would be the one on his back.
Once we slipped into one of the private cabins, safely hidden away from Blu or any prying eyes or ears, I fell straight to my knees. His belt opened and his slacks fell quickly away, his huge cock already reaching out to me. I’d enjoyed that majestic meat before, but this was the first time I’d come face to face with the beast. It was huge, gorgeous, flawless, a long and thick chord of muscle and hot blood, glowing pink head peering at me with that one eye, a creature with its own iron will.
I grabbed it at the base with one hand and pumped that long mid-shaft with the other. Barely able to get my fingers around it, I squeezed hard and held it steady, my mouth open and already watering. This wasn’t my first experience, but it may as well have been. But I used what I knew and relied on instinct, wrapping my lips over my teeth and lowering my tongue as I took that head in. He tasted the way he smelled, salty and masculine, a musk that mean manhood, virility, and it was driving me crazy. But I tried to stay focused, licking and kissing and mouth-fucking the forward portion of Hutch’s cock, pumping the shaft with one hand and squeezing the base with the other. Hutch was weaving on his feet, his fingers finding my blonde hair, and I knew I was giving as good as I’d got.
And I hadn’t even begun.
Still licking and kissing that head, in and out as far as I could take him, I blew a cool little stream of air against his hot, slathered cock, and his low groan told me it had the intended effect. I wanted him to feel as much pleasure as he’d given me, and I wanted him to feel that I was the only person in the world who could give it to him.
Because I was.
I cupped his balls and pumped his shaft, licking along that big vein at the bottom, pressing his wet cock against my face, my cheeks; nuzzling it, adoring it, worshiping it. But even that wouldn’t be enough for either one of us.
I laid him back, and even though he knew what I was going to do, I still allowed myself the feeling of strength, of command. I also felt more primitive than ever before; no longer the demure girl, not even the tender subject of seduction. Now I was a wild cat, a sexual predator of my own, and I was about to devour my prey.
His incredible dong reached up as I straddled him, knees supporting me on each side of his naked hips as I placed his head at the cusp of those fleshy pink gates. I eased myself down, that sweet pressure returning, the gates opening and filled to capacity. I raised and lowered myself over his first few inches, the muscles of my calves and thighs contracting and expanding to bring me up and down over that upraised pole. My whole body, every sense, was focused on that spike as I sank further onto it, savoring the feeling as it pushed up into me.
I looked down at Hutch and he was laying there with a peaceful smile, eyes dipping shut. “No, Hutch,” I said, my blonde hair falling over my face as I looked down at him. “Open your eyes, Hutch, look at me!”
He did, smiling at my progress, my use of his own techniques against him and for the pleasure of us both. I sank lower and he shifted just a bit, ready to let me do most of the work. And I was ready too, raising and lowering myself faster, letting him sink in deeper, clenching down on him with all my strength. I couldn’t take him all in, he was far too long and thick, but I could feel him pushing up, almost to the cusp, and my body acted with ancient instinct to preserve maximum pleasure and pressure without the hint of pain. Faster, harder, I twisted my hips, rotating my pelvis over his in erratic circular and perpendicular patters. His owns hips thrust, mine sank, our rhythm shifting in and out of synch with a terrific taunting sensation neither of us wanted to resist, even if he had the physical stamina to resist practically anything.
“Give it to me,” I rasped from above him, “gimme that hot cum, you sexy son of a bitch!” He looked up at me, and I could see he was surprised by this new revelation of my own complex personality. Honestly, so was I, but I wasn’t about to fight it. It was a fight I’d never win.
“No, I want to keep fucking you, Dana, all goddamned week, you sexy little slut!”
“And you will, Hutch, I know you can do it three times or more! I know what you’ve got and I know what you can do. Now cum inside me, Hutch, cum hard and fast so we can keep fucking and you can cum again, and then again and again and again!”
“That’s right, baby, I’m never gonna stop fucking you! Never!”
My body reacted, my mind no longer my own. Or maybe it was more mine than ever before, unleashed from all the social norms and protocols and responsibilities. Hutch had been right once again; I was free, wild, dangerous.
“Then cum, baby, cum like you did before, like you’re going to do again, so much, so often, so fucking hard into me, so deep in me ... ”
“Okay baby, okay, okay ... ”
“Do it, do it, do it ... ”
“All right, oh yeah, ooooohhhh yyyyyyeaaaaahhhh ... ” Our grinding became a blur of lust and obsession, wet skin slapping, my tits waggling above his twisting torso, his muscles contracting, that magnificent body tense beneath me, shivering. His jaws locked, his eyes rolled back. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. And I could feel that hot load inside him, gathered to a seething mass, racing down his length. I could almost see that hot dong spitting that sizzling seed into me, a frothing mad splash that came again and again, filling me entirely, almost drowning me.
My hips kept grinding, lips tight to milk out the very last of his precious pearl. My spine went rigid as I leaned back, arm reaching out to support me as I worked that wand for all it was worth.
Hutch’s senses seemed to return and he looked up with a smile so wide it became an amused huff, his legs twitching as his body released its tension along with its magical package.
We relaxed a bit, but only to get ready for more, and then even more after that.
Once the hours had passed, we lay in the heated repose of another exhaustive session. My body was spent, arms almost unable to move, nerves numb, skin tingling. I rested on his chest, twirling my fingers over his nipples, taking in big, refreshing lungfuls of our mutual musk.
And though my body was useless, my mind couldn’t help but race, with more energy and eagerness than it had ever known. I had to scramble through my memory to be sure that Hutch really had asked me to move in with him and Blu and that I hadn’t just hallucinated it in the heat of our passion, or dreamed it in a moment too convincing not to have been real.
But I knew in my heart that it had happened, and that what he’d invited me to do would happen. We were meant for each other, I didn’t have any doubt about that. And whatever tragedies had happened had only been meant to somehow bring us together, as we were always fated to be. But I wasn’t convinced that things from then on would be that simple. I was about to walk away from the life I’d known for ten years, the father who’d raised me my entire life. And I was stepping into a world I didn’t know, an instant family with a complicated and damaged little girl.
“How’s Blu going to take it, do you think? Me suddenly moving in with you two?”
Hutch smiled and gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “Always worried about the other person, always concerned about Blu.”
“Of course. She needs it, and she deserves it.”
“No, Dana, you’re what she needs and deserves. I’m only happy she’ll have the opportunity to enjoy your company, keep learning from you. You know she’s crazy about you ... almost as much as I am.”
I smiled, snuggling in his chest. But I was still worried. I didn’t want to tell this man anything about the girl he’d raised, one I’d known for less than a week. But I had the notion that, as a little girl who’d lost her own mother, there was more at play than Hutch realized. I knew he was right, Blu liked me a lot and I felt the same way about her. And I knew that, if we had the chance, everything would work out just fine. But I was afraid of what price there might be, and who would have to pay it. And there’d be no way to know for sure until it was too late.