Another day in the ongoing adventures of Dick and Ayva. Life cannot always be ups... ups... ups.
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Dick's timing was all-wrong. He had waited too late. Ayva was more than three quarters asleep when he romantically kicked her chair and jerked his head toward the bathroom.
Ayva sighed, her parents had visited for almost two weeks now and it seemed like the old farts delighted in taking their sweet time when it came their bedtime. Dick refused to fuck without a shower and refused to take a shower until the old people had finished their bedtime routines.
Ayva tried not to look at her Dad, well over seventy and fat, as he waddled nude to the bathroom at least twice more as he peed a last couple of times and took his medicine. It wasn't so horrible. He was so hairy that it looked like he was wearing a yeti suit. His stomach hung down over his junk so she was spared that. Still, it wasn't the kind of picture you would want in your head right before getting laid.
The whole debacle meant that they had not been fucking half as often as when they had the house to themselves. At least it was cool that he was initiating. Dick usually played the cool hard to get role. He hardly ever initiated sex, but if she tried to start anything, he loved to put her off.
"I'm tired. Wait til after I take a shit. I haven't even eaten dinner yet. I was going to take a nap. How come you weren't horny like this ten years ago?"
He loved pulling out that last one. During menopause, there had been a few years when things had sort of dried up, literally. However, that was then, and now Ayva was one horny old woman.
So even if it was late, Ayva was not, and I really mean not, going to pass up a chance at getting her bones jumped. She frowned to herself, she was really starting from zero, normally her motor was always humming, but having the old people around had rather put a damper on things. No reading porn on the Literotica site, no all day grab ass, no innuendo word games, no spankings, no tickle, or titty twister games that normally kept her on edge throughout the day.
It always started in the shower and Ayva liked the water games, being pinned against the wall, kisses under the hot cascading water, having free access to his body. But, once again, the specter of the old people was there. The guest room was right next door to the bathroom. The shower was hurried, their voices low, no pokes while she was leaning over with her head between her legs shaving the pussy, no soap bar danger dildo games, and not a single spanking. Normally Ayva's ass was scarlet and stinging by the time, she escaped the narrow confines of a shower with Dick.
Ayva could tell Dick missed the water games, the giddy rush he got from pissing her off, his delight in her squeals of rage and frustration as he invented new ways to make her crazy. As they were rinsing off, Ayva was very aware that Dick had no dick at all. Normally by the time they were done in the shower, he was hard and raging as he chased her wet and screaming from the bathroom to their bed. Tonight he couldn't have been smaller.
The last thing Ayva wanted to face was a limp dick; an obnoxious one was bad enough. Time to pull out the big guns. Ayva hurried from the bathroom, leaving Dick to finish drying off. In a rush, she shoved the blankets off the bed and arranged herself on the foot of the bed. She spread her legs wide and began to pet the pussy, posing so the first thing he would see was her hot and wet as he walked into the room.
Ayva knew this was a serious turn on for Dick. If anything was going to work this should. This was a time for desperate measures. Dick had a disturbing habit of not rising to the occasion.
If she was lucky, he would get distracted and take his time and she would have time to get her motor running.
If she could get herself turned on, it would be a good thing. Dick sucked at foreplay. Getting groped by Dick was frequently more painful than sexy. Ayva was glad she had a kink for assholes; usually just being around him turned her on. The trouble was with her folks visiting he was acting nice for a change. The fucker, he was probably just doing it to piss her off. He was always a genius for the wrong thing.
Dick walked in, still drying his hair. He totally ignored the open pussy being fingered right in front of him. "Its cold. Why did you wreck the covers? I want to get under the covers."
Ayva sighed and remade the bed, any horniness she had managed to work up, flushed right down the toilet. OK, OK! Plan B! Foreplay! Fuck, he sucked at that and under the covers, it was like blind fighting. Even when he could see what he was doing he had a pretty poor batting average. Under the covers with a dry pussy there was no chance.
Dick was a good kisser when he could shut up and focus. Patient and sweet, really good at long soft slow kisses. Yea, Ayva could get into that. She leaned on his chest and settled in for some nice lip action. For a while, things went pretty nice. A truly talented asshole knows that its always best to let his victim relax and let her guard down.
The next thing Ayva felt was a solid hit to the side of her head. She saw stars for a second. Dick was changing position. "Oops, sorry." Then he laughed his delighted little boy laugh. Oh fuck, he was crawling on top of her. Ayva could not figure out what the fuck he was doing. His cock was just as limp as when he walked into the room. Just as well, Ayva's pussy was in no mood to be bothered... yet.
"No! Stop! Get off! More kisses! Want more kisses!"
"More kisses? More... kisses???" He had the evil little boy asshole tone that always infuriated her. Fuck, she had told him what she wanted. She was screwed now. Well not screwed... you know what I mean.
Not one to give up easily, Ayva leaned in to kiss him again and he dodged away, giggling his little dick head laugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"You don't like kisses." Usually by the time the party got to the bedroom, the games had progressed past the kisses to the gasping for breath stages. Tonight timing was all fucked up.
"Well I like them now." She leaned in again but as she tried to kiss him, he cracked up and began to laugh under her lips.
"Never mind!" Ayva reached for the TV control and turned on the TV.
"You started it. You love it." His tone petulant and whiny as he realized he might be losing his audience.
"Just forget it, I will take care of it on my own." Ayva reached down between her legs and began to masturbate, more as a passive aggressive slap than to meet any urgent need, but still it felt good, so she might as well.
