Come To Me

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOURJessica, having jumped out immediately and hurried in the house, she finally turns off the engine, lays her head back to listen to the end of the song playing on the stereo, her mind so lost in thought she can’t even recall what it was. Her mind circled round and round between Brad and Deegan. Any way she looked at it, there was no way to reconcile the feelings she had, they were just there. Music finally switched off, head popped back up and she gathered her things and went inside.

She didn’t have to busy herself with stuff to do to keep her mind off of things, she had more than enough to do that getting dinner ready and preparing for Brad’s arrival a little later. A whirlwind of chaos that was twirling the kitchen in dinner prep was pretty much paralleled to the thoughts in her mind. She was thinking back over the last couple of hours and how that forbidden kiss was so nice. Even more so, she could still somewhat taste the lingering of Deegan’s load unleashed in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around her mouth and sliding it across her teeth, she gets a touch of taste here and there. It brings a small smile to her face. As she tastes Deegan, she thinks about how Brad will taste to her in a little while. What is it, she has often wondered, that makes her desire a good c**k in her mouth, violating it with every thrust, that turns her on so very much? She may never know the answer, and ultimately, it’s not that important, so long as she has access to it. Already quite moist from the evening’s prior activities, she can feel another surge of wetness starting to make its way to the outer areas of her sacredly held domain. A little twist and turn just right, causes a nice little tingle all up her back from the friction that provided. A little giggle and smile emerged. Surely anyone who would have been spying would wonder what she was thinking, if it wasn’t already very obvious that her thoughts weren’t pure.

Deegan’s drive home almost seemed to take hours. His cheeks had started to hurt from the perm-a-grin on his face since he left.

Holy s**t! He kissed her, Oh My God! He got to kiss her.

He honestly thought she’d give in to the other rule long before he would ever have a chance of kissing her sweet lips. Not just a little pressed peck, but a full on, open mouth, tongue entwined kiss. Her breath so soft and sweet, she tasted like sugar. If he’s lucky enough to get to taste any more of her, he can’t even comprehend how very sweet that will be if her mouth alone taste like a little bit of heaven itself. Uh oh, a nice little kicking throb from below indicates he probably needs to slow his though process down.

It was for surprising him, if nothing else, that he’d even want or need anything more after being drained so completely. He shouldn’t be though, it’s not like he wasn’t aware of the power she held over him in this way, even if he hadn’t experienced the full strength of it, yet.

Thinking back, he’s a little glad that she kept him from saying what he nearly did. He knew before too long those words would come out, there would be no amount of shh-ing that would keep him from it. He’d beaten the odds for getting what he has so far, what were the odds she’d even come close to telling him too?

Right on time, she hears the front door open and then the herd of children pouring towards it screaming “DADDY!!!” The loved their daddy. Oh, but so did momma, she loved daddy. She loved him more than mere words could ever say, she loved him so much she physically aches over him. When he’s not there, she thinks about him, she thinks about loving things, caring things, and not least of all, naughty things. These thoughts run her mind most frequently, almost so much that she could probably get some kind of diagnosis to such ends. At any rate, he’s always been the one who consumes her thoughts, whatever kinds of thoughts they may be. They had until recently, when someone else had pushed their way in, nudging a little room in there for themselves. I guess it’s no surprise by now, that the obvious intruder is Deegan.

Intruder that he is, he is nearly a welcomed one. What does that mean? Does it really mean anything beyond the excitement of just being a new person? How could it? Her heart is full of another. These other things are just floating around outside her heart, but nonetheless, what other lines will they cause her to breach?

Brad, slowly hugging and pushing through as the children eventually fall off and run back to whatever it was they were doing before, finally makes his way to her, and wraps his arms around her, and snuzzles into her neck and takes a deep breath.

“Mmmm, hey baby,” he whispers to her. She leans her head back into him and says, “Hey baby, finally, you’re here.” Standing together for a moment, they just take each other in. There’s always a minute or two upon his arrival they squeeze in together to try to make up for all the time away during the day. It’s never enough of course, but it’s an effort. No, it’s not even fair to call it an effort, it’s a need and done out of pure desire. Those two minutes set the stage for the rest of the evening. Tonight, these two minutes are just icing on the cake that was already made earlier in the evening, by extracurricular activities and her previous request from him.

Even if Brad is only aware of the request, there’s a little itch that he can’t quite place his finger on, that wants to tell him otherwise. She finished up dinner, they move up stairs to eat and finish their evening wind down sitting beside each other watching

some TV.

During their TV time, they always sit close and remain touching. When a free hand presents itself, it usually finds its way to his thigh and begins a rubbing and circling of fingers, for a more intimate pursuit. If there aren’t wandering eyes around, the hand often creeps to right up between his legs and a little play ensues. Often her hand has reached over and started playing, even vigorously at times, before she even realizes it. It’s like second nature to her nearly. Of course, he never stops or discourages this, unless of course, things rise to the occasion and won’t settle back down. Then the next thing to do is always head to the bedroom. Or, perhaps commence with some activities right then and there.

Tonight was no different. As luck would have it, he noticed a quiet in the house and made note that it had been for several minutes. This is the big indication that all the little people in the house had given up their day for the pursuit of sleep. This also means that the action could start right there. Allowing things to continue to grow, he leans back and places his arm behind her to rub her back.

Because they are like minds, Callie noticed the quiet as well, and takes his almost fully erect c**k out of his shorts and begins stroking it with intent. Brad’s hand on upper back, moving at a slow rub, she turns slightly in their seat so that he can move further down her back, but also putting her in a position to lean over and taste him.

Sitting up on the edge of her side of the seat, she leans toward him for the first passionate kiss of the evening, all while still showing some love to his c**k with her hand. Kissing has always intensified the hardness and quickly at that, so it wasn’t even a minute before he was at full attention. She takes no time in moving down and filling her mouth with him. That familiar moan she knows oh so well emerges from his mouth and that lets her know that he needed it as much as she did. The hand from her back had now slid up to behind her head and he grabs a hand full of hair and begins to guide her on and off of him, even at times holding her head still so he can, just as she requested earlier, f**k her face just how she loves it. The look over her being held over his c**k is better than any porn he’s ever seen and just causes him to thrust harder and faster, even pushing her down far enough so that he can bottom out each time. This, of course only causes her to moan over the pure lust and excitement it causes her by having his nearly 8-inch beautiful cut c**k ramming her face.

Loving every minute of having Brad’s c**k thrust into her mouth, she pulls away and begins her skillful stroking of it. She loves watching her hand wrap around his shaft, that is shiny from her wet mouth. What she loves even more than admiring his fantastical d**k, is how it feels when it slides in for the first time. The juices between her leg that have been simmering now for a few hours are basically at ocean status at this point and it’s time to put that juicy spot to work. She stands up, scoots him over, pulls him down further onto the foot stool, takes her leg and throws it over to straddle him, then slowly eases down onto his hard rod. OHHHHH that sweet entry causes her to catch her breath as she falls all the way down on to it. Settling it in just right she starts a slow rhythmic movement in a circular motion, so that she can completely fill herself up with him and give his c**k all the friction top to bottom that it needs as well. Soon she

starts coming up and down onto it and all he needs to do is look down and to see the high glisten that covers him, and admire it disappear again and again inside her. She then leans forward to place her hands on the back part of the couch, which leaves her breasts to be dangling above his face.

Still covered by her shirt, he takes his hands from her ass and slides them up her sides and comes around to cup them, through the shirt and bra. Her heaving breasts are what he considers to be made entirely for him and basically perfect in every way. Not only are they large, they are real and bouncy, with a perfect roundness to them in certain positions. The areolas are darker and (especially when pregnant even more so), and the n*****s, oh the glorious, glorious n*****s. They stand erect themselves nearly constantly, never in a flat position, and heaven help us when she is aroused, they appear they could cut glass. The best part about them and that has been for the past 8

years is that they serve two roles. They are his perfect personal fun bags, but they have also fed and continue to do so, the last three of his four children. Reaching around behind to unhook and pull off her shirt, he almost gets even harder as he anticipates the open fall onto his face once the clothes are gone. ANDDD there they are, hot mounds of flesh that meet his face, ever so soft and already poised and waiting. He takes them both in his hands and pushes them together and squeezes. She looks down and smiles big at him. She knows how much he loves them. She lowers herself even further so that they cover his entire face; he could easily be smothered by them, but what an awesome way to go.

As she hovers over, Brad takes his time suckling on each breast. He particularly enjoys that when he sucks just hard enough, he gets that sweet, sweet nectar that resides within, as she’s still nursing their youngest a couple of times a day. He absolutely loves that he gets to enjoy this part of her. Taking them just right in between his fingers he can squeeze and he can get streams of milk that drench his face, or better yet, just enough so that he can let them hang over and drip down on to his tongue or any part of his face or mouth. The warm droplets that hit him make his c**k throb that much harder with each of her thrusts upon him.

She feels his growing admiration for her assets and works even more vigorously on him. She sits back up straight to bring her hands up her body and resting on her milky mounds and positions them so that she can arc a stream of milk from each one down onto his mouth and chest. He rises to meet with her on each bounce. Each of his upward thrusts causes her to bounce and plunge even further. There are few things in this world he would rather gaze upon than his wife riding him like a cowboy with her blond tresses falling repeatedly onto her shoulders and down in front of her face. Being able to watch the look of ultimate pleasure come from her face, with her eyes turned up and the moans of ecstasy releasing between her luscious lips is so f*****g hot. It almost does him in when she looks back down directly into his eyes and he can feel everything she feels and knows how deep her love runs for him. Even with all of that, he sees a little something extra this time, not completely sure what it is, but knows there is something in there.

Callie hadn’t always been a fan of being on top, because it had always come with some limitations, but over the years and at least recently they’d found a new way to make it pretty freaking awesome. Her personality was always dominating so this position really fed into that and she found herself really quite enjoying it more than ever. Riding Brad’s c**k right now was rocking her world and making her sloppy wet watching him lust after her and all the things she provided for his eyes to gaze upon.

Every little thing he enjoyed about her, she loved even more that she could provide that for him. As with her desire to give to him in all ways, he also shared the same desires towards her, going above and beyond his comfort zone to do such things. This is how Deegan even came into the picture. He had answered an ad they had placed for a third party into the bedroom. Her voracious appetite dictated that she have more than one c**k at a time to please. Deegan had proved to be the perfect match. Actually, he fit a little too perfectly into her world. He fit into a corner she didn’t even know was possible. This made him the best, but most dangerous candidate.

As she continued to ride in pleasure, she drew on Brad’s desires while watching her, but also had another swirling around in her head. Part of her fantasy that included another, and specifically Deegan at this point, was to have them both inside her at once.

This position was the best possible choice for that to happen, since Deegan was, after all, forbidden in the “front door.” Climbing up and down his c**k she leaned forward to rest her arms on his shoulders, forcing her ass to tilt slightly higher than she would otherwise, and her mind wandered to how she was bent into place to receive Deegan’s lovely c**k into her back-door palace. Closing her eyes to lose herself in the thought of that while clenching Brad inside her over and over, she could feel the tension rising inside.

She was in the perfect angle to come all over him if she continued in this rhythm. Faster and faster and pushing back as if she were sliding back onto not just Brad’s but back into Deegan’s, filling her completely. Hips grinding and swirling in time to reach every sensational place within, she throws her head back and everything tightens, as her body quivers and she floods Brad’s lap with her juices. Catching her breath, she falls forward onto his chest but remains with him inside and lifts her hips just enough so that he can continue his quest for the same. He grabs her around her waist and pulls her close to him and thrusts himself up into her, almost losing his grip as their bodies are drenched in sweat and c*m. After a bit she feels the steel hardness that comes right before his load is unleashed and she leans up and begins her ride once more while he’s holding her arms with such force, he might leave a mark. A few more slides and there it comes, a hot load pouring inside her and the sloshing that is happening is unbelievable. He pulls her down to him instantly and proceeds to kiss her deeply and so passionately they both collapse within each other.

As she rolls off to the side of him, all of his juices mixed with her own are starting their decent down their legs. At this rate it might take a good hosing to get them all cleaned off, a long shower at minimum. Laying there nearly breathless, her mind does wander back to what caused her to come with such intensity, and she wonders if that will ever be. Would she ever be able to convince Brad to allow Deegan

back in, knowing what he does about his feelings for her? Would she be able to hide her own? She knows he suspects at least a little infatuation beyond what would be normal for her, and he was none too thrilled with it. It would take a small miracle to get him to agree to it again, let alone be totally ok with it. There would have to be some major convincing going on and while she’s a pretty good actress, she’s not sure he wouldn’t see it immediately in her eyes, that Deegan was not new territory. She couldn’t even promise herself at this point what she had explored already would be the end of it.

That’s most certainly what Brad is picking up on, she knows. Not one to give up easily on an endeavor she desires so highly, she must put on her thinking/acting cap. She has to replace her desires to feel Deegan inside her, to touch him again, to be near him once more, with something else. But what in the world is that replacement? She will figure it out. She always does.