If you have read my two recently edited stories, you will know that I've recently come back to Literotica. When I was editing Chapter 1, I remembered the original storyline and where I wanted to take it -- not bad for the best part of a decade passing since! I'm hoping that this will become a five-part story in all -- well, depending if people enjoy it, of course! Anyway, let me know what you think and rate/comment on this story -- I love hearing what you have to say. Sincerest thanks, MPD xxx
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After a hazy night's sleep, I woke up to the dull ache of latent satisfaction in my groin and the rousing, gentle tweaking of my nipples. I pushed at the teasing hand, my eyes opening abruptly as I realised I was laying practically naked on the communal sofa, a skewed suspender belt laying tightly across my stomach. The blanket that had kept me warm during the night was laying tangled over me, leaving little to the imagination; stretching out, I felt the soreness of my bones from sleeping contorted on the sofa. I turned towards my playful assailant, immediately meeting the sparkling green eyes of my ex's best friend, Damien. My heart sunk: I'd had an amazing night, that was for definite -- but I knew that for Damien, I was yet another notch on his rapidly expanding bed post. I eyed his tanned, unlined face idly, taking in his sexy visage as I wondered what to say next.
"Hey sexy," he spoke softly, his fingers still pinching me tentatively as I couldn't help but squirm closer in response. I frowned subconsciously at his presence, until he replied, "What's up?"
"Honestly," I sighed, "I didn't expect you to still be here." I looked down at the blanket, adjusting it slightly to regain what little modesty I had left and removing the uncomfortable belt. He pulled away and sat up, the blanket falling to his lap revealing his bronzed, muscular chest.
"Is that your way of saying you want me to leave?" he asked, quietly.
"No," I responded urgently, "not at all. I just know that you don't always stick around when you've had what you've wanted." He raised an eyebrow suggestively at my comments and lay back down beside me, propping his head up on his hand.
"Maybe there was something worth staying for," he said carefully, searching my face for some sort of emotion, and finding none in my purposely blank appearance he continued, "Or maybe I was just intrigued when you told me you'd like to return the favour." He smirked at his last comment; I groaned in reply, covering my eyes in embarrassment as he laughed at my reddening cheeks.
"I don't suppose you'll believe I was drunk?" I whispered, as he shook his head grinning.
"No one can get drunk on one spritzer, Cherry," he retorted, "Besides, your actions last night were very well-coordinated." His fingers slid across the supple small mounds of my breasts again, swiftly locating the hardened peaks before resuming his sensational provocation.
"Well, if you're not leaving," I murmured, nervously changing the tone of my voice to make it somewhat seductive, "Maybe I should find out if last night was just a one off..." Grunting, he rolled on top of me and pinned me down with his strong arms. Pushing upwards, he looked down at my body appreciatively, his eyes darkening with apparent lust.
"I can quite assure you Cherry," he began thickly, "I am not a one-trick pony." He pulled himself off the sofa and picked me up effortlessly, throwing me naked over his shoulder. I shrieked, momentarily horrified before he placed me smoothly on my sunlit bed. He stared at me once again as the early morning rays illuminated my tanned skin; hurriedly, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of me.
"So, what now?" I mouthed breathlessly, already feeling his stiff cock pushing against me. Wordlessly he flipped us over, holding me just clear of his large member.
"Do you want me?" he asked, eyeing my visibly drenched pussy as he lowered me just enough to feel his rounded end pressing at my moist entrance.
"I don't know," I responded flirtily, "Maybe?" He glared at me and lowered me a little further, the pressure of his head thrilling me below.
"Maybe?" he growled, "I'll show you maybe..." Suddenly, he jerked my hips down, forcing my body to hastily accommodate him while sending a welcome shudder down my spine.
"Oh my God," I groaned, immediately pulling myself up to ride him recklessly; I could feel his large member filling me with an intemperate passion. As I looked down, he met my sight with a wry smile and very deliberately held me fast. I struggled ineffectually against his large, strong
hands, desperately trying to fulfil my pulsing desire; within moments, I realised that I couldn't move and whimpered urgently.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, holding me unremittingly firm. Realising my exertion was useless, I stopped moving, listening intently to his every word. "Good girl. Now, if you as much as move an inch, I will pull out and go." I frowned as he continued, "You are going to do what I say." His authoritarian voice made me sit utterly still, exhilarated at this change of pace. I watched with scarce patience as his hands began to smother my small breasts; within moments, he had hauled himself to sitting, licking my nipples, gently flickering his tongue back and forth over the stiff teats and perceptively nibbling their increased sensitivity. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second and with great difficulty was striving not to squirm on his ever-present cock. As I moved up slightly, he caught my hips, forcefully smacking my buttocks in reprimand. The resonation from the slap caused me to cry out loudly with excitement as he leered at me.
"I told you not to move," he charged with mocking sobriety, "Don't do it again or I will be forced to withdraw."
"I won't," I muttered headily, feeling so turned on by his forceful control of my body. He continued to use his hands to entrap my hips, his thumbs adjusting slightly to find my throbbing clit, rubbing across it in earnest.
"So wet," he murmured as I pleaded silently with my eyes. He continued decisively, "So, I ask you again -- do you want me?" I nodded fervently and in response, he manually rocked my hips over his own, his manhood still fully penetrating me and completely occupying me inside. The measured rocking became increasingly energetic and I closed my eyes, my uncontrollable cries beginning to escalate as I felt the intensity increase inside me. My groin throbbed rhythmically from within as he steadfastly controlled my slow-burning orgasm.
