Erotic Retreat (2 page)

And all this time Miller had watched, thick cock occasionally twitching inside her channel, telling her without words that this little game of theirs had aroused him as well.
Interesting.

Bringing her thoughts back to the young man at her feet, she gave him a soft smile. “I come and you come. Do as I say and I’ll make you a very happy boy. You want to do that, don’t you? Want to make me come with that talented tongue of yours?” Carrie released his chin and straightened slightly, her husband still deep within her. She pinched and rolled her nipples, tugging roughly at the hard nubs. “I want to see your pretty eyes while you lick me. Make me come, little one.” Jackson’s face lit up like an eager child on Christmas morning. He nibbled his lower lip for a moment, attention flickering between her face and her pussy. She waited, realizing a question lurked behind his eyes.

His cock still standing proud from between the flaps of his jeans, Jackson finally asked, “C-Can I touch?”

His eyes held so much hope, and the sliver of cockiness he’d shown earlier was now gone, replaced by an expression that told of his need to please and be pleased.

“Anywhere, sweet boy. But no coming. I want that.” She kept her voice soft, but firm, wanting him to know that she controlled him if only for this encounter.

His desire burning bright, Jackson leaned forward, reaching for her legs. His calloused hand skimmed her inner thigh from her knee toward her center, stopping just before to tease the area of sensitive skin there.

Miller continued to thrust in and out of her, his grip firm, holding her in place as the pretty boy touched her.

Jackson nuzzled her inner thigh of one leg and ducked lower, taking advantage of her opened position. He nibbled the bottom curve of her ass, causing her to immediately spread her legs wider. The idea of the forbidden, the escape from the norm, of having her husband and the stranger so intimately close, caused her pussy to flood with moisture.

She reached down and sifted her fingers through his soft waves. “Good boy.” Jackson whimpered and moved his attention to her pussy, tongue pushing past his lips and licking her wet flesh. It slithered forcefully over her pussy as if he were dying for her taste. He circled her clit with pinpoint accuracy, fluttering over the bundle of nerves for a moment before drifting back toward the sweet source of her heat.

Jackson ate her pussy in earnest as her husband pumped in and out of her.

Shit…she had to get out more often! The young man suddenly stopped and she whimpered, his action causing her to stare down to see the most evil grin on his face.

Oh, she had a bad little boy on her hands. One that needed to be reprimanded.

Perhaps he was searching for a little punishment? The power, the high of being in control, surged through her. She wanted—no—needed to give him everything he desired. She would play this game and milk it for all its worth.

Growling, Miller slammed into her, causing a silent scream of utter pleasure to cry out inside her throat. “Yes, fuck yes!” she yelled her approval, her plump ass slapping hard against her husband’s hips.

Again and again he thrust, giving her more of what she craved. The woman in charge enjoyed it a little rough at times, goddamnit.

Jackson sucked and nibbled her clit as if he were starving, feasting on her pussy with wide strokes of his tongue as if it were his last meal on Earth. Giving her what she wanted from him, doing as he was told, refraining from coming like a good little boy.

“That’s it. Suck my clit. Eat my pussy. Taste it.” Miller’s growls and grunts grew with each passing second, coinciding with her pleas and groans of carnal desire. The slapping of bodies filled the small clearing, her husband’s grip tightened with the fierceness of his thrusts.

Spurred on by their dual onslaught, Carrie found it hard to breathe. Her body tingled, the pressure between her weakening legs more than ready to erupt. She fisted the boy’s hair, fingers scratching against his scalp. “Fuck yes…there…yes, god, right there!”

And then, the tension, the rubber band that was her building orgasm, a wonderful sensation that’d been threatening to snap for longer than Carrie’s tiring mind cared to remember, finally split in two, an indescribable wave of pleasure crashing down in its wake. Hot lava filled her veins, setting her nerves on fire as pure ecstasy surged through her stiffening frame. Stronger than she’d ever experienced before, her orgasm came, wave after beautiful wave, ebbing and flowing like a powerful tide.

She froze, letting her husband take his pleasure while she reveled in her own.

Miller screamed from behind, bucking even harder than before, his thrusts smacking her ass wildly as he found his climax. He continued to piston in and out of her swollen cunt, pushing and pulling, again and again, dragging out the feeling of flying through the wind that was her heavenly release.

One, two, three more thrusts had his body convulsing, shaking with the power of his well-deserved orgasm, emptying his hot seed into her waiting pussy, capturing his pleasure just as she was taking hers.

Finally, his tremors ceased and her breathing returned to normal. It was then that she realized Jackson’s mouth was most definitely
not
on her. At all. Oh, his face was between her legs, but his oral attention was on someone else entirely.

Carrie pushed Jackson’s head away and patted his cheek. “Boy, that’s enough.

Stop licking my husband’s balls.” She imbued her voice with the commanding tone she often used at work.

He sighed, breath fanning out against the damp skin of her thigh, and then leaned back, still fisting his cock.

“You were bad, weren’t you little one?”

Miller slipped free from her sated pussy and she whimpered at the loss, a trail of seed dripping as he withdrew. She liked that. Liked the evidence of his want, need and satisfaction that he got from their fucking.

Jackson’s gaze was on the ground between her feet, but she could still see the red blush tinting his cheeks.

Miller stepped away and slumped into one of their folding chairs, legs spread out before him, satisfied smile radiating his handsome face, single brow arched. “How are you going to punish this boy, baby?”

Her pussy clenched. Wanting to be filled. Again. Oh, how she wished she could use the boy for her own gain before she let him seek his pleasure. The young man she didn’t know anything about other than his name. No, toying with him trumped what her pussy wanted. She had to admit she was having fun.

She thought for a moment. Jackson’s cock was still incredibly hard, the crown red and leaking with pre-cum.

“Little one, look at me.” He raised his eyes, moving with an agonizing slowness that almost had her snapping at him. “The deal was I come, you come. You were supposed to lick
me.
Only, you didn’t just pleasure me, did you?” Jackson swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. He whispered, so soft she barely heard him. “No, ma’am.”

She squatted down in front of him, her husband’s seed dripping from her pussy.

“So now, instead of my mouth or my pussy, you get to use your own hand.” Miller spoke up. “For the record, I for one enjoyed your little act of revolt.”
Doubly interesting.

Jackson smirked for a split second, there and gone again, but she saw it. She also saw more than a passing interest between the boy and her husband, giving her all kinds of wicked, dirty ideas. The things she would, could do with the two of them…ooh…

The thought had her pussy clenching again, an unexpected shiver causing goose bumps to form along her sweaty skin.

Carrie rose and reclined on the other chair, this one low to the ground and positioned for tanning rather than sitting comfortably. It also placed her at an ideal height for easy fucking when Miller was feeling lazy.

Legs spread, she beckoned Jackson over. “Come here. I want you to look at my pussy as you come, boy. Show me how much you want me and then we’ll go from there, yes?”

She sifted through her damp curls, fingers playing in the abundant moisture there, the combined juices of her and Miller soaking her skin.

Jackson palmed his cock, hand moving easily up and down his erection, his skin glistening in the morning sun as he approached. His other hand went back to the tiny, tanned nipple on his left side, pinching and pulling on the bit of flesh as he jerked off.

His gaze centered on her pussy, the young man’s hips pumped, humping air, fucking his hand, pre-cum still emerging in a steady dribble from the head of his dick.

He twisted his nipple, face reflecting the pain he felt, yet he continued to do so, giving Carrie a clue as to what turned her plaything on.

She wanted his orgasm, wanted the stranger’s cum to coat her.
She
needed this.

Maybe for him, this was just a chance to get his rocks off with an older woman, but for Carrie, it now went beyond the game they played. All joking aside, this young man’s pleasure belonged to her for these few moments, and she was eager to cherish every second of it.

“You want to come for me, boy?” she asked, knowing full well Jackson was ready to explode.

“Yes…y-yes, ma’am.”

“Want to come all over my pussy, rub it in and lick it off?” Damn she had a dirty mouth.

He shuddered, whole body shaking harder than she’d seen these last few moments. “God, yes.”

“I bet you want to fuck me. Have your dick pumping in and out of me while my husband watches. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Carried urged his climax along by continuing to talk dirty, turning herself on in the process.

“I would, ma’am, I really would.” He was breathing hard, pants and moans mixing with his pleas. Body still trembling, his hand stroked faster and faster, dick leaking more and more of his precious fluid, fingers sliding up and down his shaft.

“Come for me, then,” she ordered, snapping out the words liked she’d always wanted to. The games with Miller were always fun and she enjoyed them, but none had been anything close to this. Hadn’t left her feeling high and sated and needy all at the same time.

Bending his legs, Jackson hovered over her, aiming his dick near her pussy. Fluid shot from the head of Jackson’s cock, streaming toward her, on her, covering her cunt in his hot liquid. He fell forward and onto the ground, convulsing, sobbing with pleasure, head coming to rest on her lap, face against her crotch. She stroked his hair, murmuring to him. “Such a good boy…shh…you did so good.”

She’d never played like this, had never felt the need to comfort. Miller hadn’t ever been this way with her. Submitting because she’d ask him to, yes, but her husband never fell apart at the end. Not like this young stranger.

Jackson nuzzled her, easing closer with each passing second until his upper half practically lay in her lap. Seemingly comfortable, he released a soft sigh.

Carrie looked over at her husband, expecting to see…to see something other than the look she got. He appeared pleased. Happy almost.

Miller raised a single brow. “So I did good too, right, hon?”

“You set this up?” Carrie asked, shaking her head, narrowing her eyes.

Instead of Miller, Jackson answered. He nodded against her and licked her skin.

“He caught me staring at you…at the station. Pulled me aside and told me exactly what to do. What you needed for me to do. Chance of a lifetime. How could I say no?” He shrugged. “Trust me, one look at you and it was an easy decision for me to make.” Jackson ran his fingers along her thigh. “God, you’re beautiful.” The boy’s attention wandered to Miller. “And your husband, ahem, makes me kinda want to switch teams.”

Carrie smiled at his candid confession and stroked the boy’s head. “He does, does he?” Lowering her voice, she said, “You know, he used to dabble a bit with guys just like you before we got married.”

He moaned and burrowed even closer. She reciprocated the sound of contentment when she saw that his cock was hard again.

“Hmm? What’s that?” Miller asked, perking up from his chair.

“Oh, nothing, darling, nothing at all. Besides, it’s between Jackson, the great outdoors and this little tattletale over here. You had your fun setting this whole thing up, so now it’s my turn to do you one better.” Grinning ear to ear, Carrie couldn’t help but egg her husband on. “I think Jackson’s sweet on you, love. And I was just telling him about that little secret of yours.”

The End

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