I woke up on my tummy with someone kissing my ass. Literally. If I wasn't currently feeling the light suction and nibbles, I would have truly believed last night was a dream.
"It's about time you woke up, Nanc," Bill said against me. "Good morning."
I moaned in response and burrowed further into the sheets.
He nuzzled me, rubbing his 5 o'clock shadow over my ass. His paws kneaded my cheeks.
"Mmmm..." I whimpered and he squeezed me harder.
He licked the crevice between my cheeks and I shivered. His tongue dipped and swirled as he spread me, slowly inching toward my tight little hole. I clenched in anticipation and he dragged his tongue up my lower back. What a tease!
"Bill, please..."
"Please what, baby?" he asked.
"Please ME," I groaned.
He dropped his head against me and he laughed.
"You jerk," I started to push myself up but his hand creeping around my side stopped me.
"How's your side feel?" he asked.
"Like you care..." I told him.
And he smacked me. I couldn't believe it. He laughed and he rubbed the hand print he left on my ass.
"Did you just spank me?" I was completely shocked.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"No!"
"I bet it made you wet," he drawled, dragging his fingers down the crack of my ass to dip into my pussy. He stroked me, pulling my pussy lips between his fingers, pushing and tugging on them with his left hand. "It did make you wet. You're a gooey mess." And with his right hand, he spanked me again, harder.
"Bill!" I cried, arching into him, unable to hide my desire.
He rubbed my cheek again before spreading me with his thumb and index finger, opening me. He blew on my exposed virgin hole and I dug my knees deep into the mattress, waiting. His tongue dipped inside, lightly stabbing and swirling just inside the tender ring.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped.
"Oh, I will, Nanc," he said as he pulled away and stood up. He smacked me on the ass one more time and called over his shoulder as he walked away, "Meet me in the kitchen."
Who was this Bill? This tease was not the gentle giant who devoured me last night. No one had ever touched my ass. I had never ever thought of it as an erogenous zone but when his tongue traced it and dipped inside me, my pussy ran like a faucet. I had watched anal porn with Blackie in hand but had never inched him into my ass. He was way too big and the thought of fingering that tight hole had never even dawned on me.
I stood up and slipped on the long v neck tee I like to sleep in. I stopped in the bathroom to pull my hair into a loose ponytail and splash some water on my face. It'll do, I shrugged at my reflection.
As I walked through the living room, I saw Bill sitting on the counter in my kitchen. His feet were resting on my green barstools in front of him. He had bowls of food on either side of him.
"I eat off that island, you know. Thank God you're wearing briefs," I said as I came up behind him.
"Come and have a seat, Nanc," he roared in laughter and pushed the one stool out in front of him.
His left leg had been blocking my view and it wasn't until I came around and stood directly in front of him that I saw him. Him being Blackie. He was suctioned to the stool he had just pushed out, all nine veiny inches of him, standing straight up in the air. Head to toe, I turned bright red.
"Sit, Nancy," Bill ordered.
I was mortified, a million times more so than when his hand had grazed my boob in the gym. I was trembling and rooted to the spot.
"Do I need to come down and lift you onto him?" he asked, popping a blueberry into his mouth. "Because I will."
"I...I just want you, Bill," I managed to mutter.
"And I want you to trust me, Nanc, and have some fun with me. Sit, please," he said.
I walked around the stool until I was standing in front of it, between Bill's legs. He pressed a couple blueberries to my mouth and as I ate them, I snuck my tongue out to lick his fingers. He smirked at me, shaking his head no.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, backing me into Blackie. I felt him against my cheek and went on tiptoe, blindly reaching back to line him up.
Bill lightly grasped my jaw, his fingers curling around my chin, forcing me to look up at him. And as I sank onto Blackie, his eyes never left mine.
"Bill..." I moaned.
"Do you fuck yourself with him and think of me?" Bill asked.
"No," I said.
"Liar," he laughed, placing both hands on my shoulders and pushing me down. I had half of Blackie when Bill grasped me under my armpits and pulled me up.
I whimpered at the stroke, or the loss, and reached out, digging my nails into Bill's knees. He inhaled sharply and he pushed me back down. Up and down, he pulled and pushed.
"I know how wet you are, little one. Does he feel good?" he asked.
"Oh God, yes!" I cried. "Maybe even better than you."
His eyes challenged me and he gave me one final push, impaling me on Blackie until I was sitting flat on the stool. I felt my eyes bug out and he bent down, resting his forehead on mine.
"When you ride him on your shower wall, you think of me. Admit it," he said, wrapping his hand around my neck.
I dragged my right hand up his left thigh, until I was cupping him. The fly of his boxer briefs was damp and I rubbed him through the cloth and squeezed. I looked at him, shaking my head no.
"You told me last night you've thought of me, wanted me," he insisted.
"I thought it polite to agree with you," I shrugged, inching my fingers up his waistband, pulling it away from his body.
"And what do you call what you're doing now?" he asked.
"I'm squeezing my pussy against Blackie, feeling every inch of his veins stroking me as I clench and release," I moaned against his mouth. "He fills me up just right, Bill, makes me so wet..."
His tongue snaked out to lick me, or maybe even silence me, and I sucked it between my lips, licking the underside of it with my own. Nothing had ever tasted like him. My hands crept around his hips, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting all of him. I dipped them inside his briefs, squeezing his ass as he took my mouth harder. His tongue plunged inside me just like his cock had last night, marking me as his own. His hands framed my neck as his left foot dug into the stool next to me, giving him the leverage he needed to inch himself closer to me. He was radiating heat.
I cupped him again, dragging my hand up to his waistband. His cock was sticking out of it and I felt his pre-cum coating the tip. I pulled away from his mouth to look at him, and God...he was beautiful. Black, hot, veiny steel...and so real. He was so big against my fingers, my hand. I brushed him with my thumb, swirling those little drops all around. I had no idea how that thick mushroom head had fit inside my pussy. Blackie had nothing on him.
Bill's chin rested on my head, his hands holding tight to my hair.
"Tell me what you want, Bill," I asked as I played with his tip.
He tugged my head back, looking down at me, his eyes telling me. He lifted his hips towards me and I pulled down his briefs. I could not believe every inch of that fat shaft had fit inside of me. I wiggled and creamed on Blackie as I stroked him.
"Tell me, Bill," I insisted.
"Suck on me, Nanc," he moaned.
"You can do better than that," I grinned and squeezed.
"I want to fuck your mouth. I want to see your pretty pink lips sucking my black cock down your throat. I know it's silky wet and tight, just like your pussy. And God, our colors are so beautiful together, Nanc," he growled, pulling my head towards his groin.
I hooked my feet around the stool and bent forward. Blackie came with me, stroking the sweetest spot.
I looked up at Bill as I darted my tongue out and tasted him, licking and flicking my tongue over the wet tip. I circled around and around, taking every drop that oozed out of him. His hands tightened in my hair.
"Please, baby...suck me. Suck me hard," he begged.
I closed my mouth over the tip, watching him watch me. His eyes were so dark, so full of passion, and I was responsible. I did as he asked, sucking on the head, stretching my mouth over him. I took a few inches before I felt my eyes begin to water.
"Oh, God, you feel so good. But go easy, Nanc. Don't hurt yourself," he warned, lessening his grip.
I moved up and down, not letting him go, feeling my saliva pour out of my mouth and coat his shaft. He tasted so musky and he was so hot, so hard. I moved faster, holding the base of him, curling my fingers down to cup his balls. They were so big, so full of cum for me. I squeezed him as a shiver ran through his whole body. His cock head pulsed in my mouth.
"You're making me so wet, baby," he groaned, combing his fingers through my hair. "Make me wet for your ass."
I released him, gasping for air. I stroked his shaft with one hand, wetting him from tip to root as my other hand dipped down to rub under his balls.
"My ass?" I croaked out.
"I won't hurt you. If it makes you more comfortable, you can keep Blackie inside you, too," his eyes twinkled.
The mere thought of his proposal had me rocking on Blackie. I tightened my hands on Bill. He wanted his big black cock in my ass.
"Do you like that idea? Have you ever had a toy in each of your holes?" he asked. "Never wondered what it would feel like to be double fucked? I won't share you with anyone but I will do that for you if it's something you want to feel."
He reached behind him on the counter and brought forward my bottle of lube.
"How much snooping did you do while I slept?" I asked.
He grasped my jaw, pulling my mouth towards him as he bent down. He kissed me so sweetly, making me feel safe, making me feel cherished.
