John and Christie are back for more. Thanks to all who patiently waited for this update. I hope you have fun.
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The file on our computer, titled 'OA', was growing daily. "Operation Asshole" had taken on a life of its own.
What's more, the asshole in question didn't appear to know he was heading down the road to destruction. We wouldn't actually let it go that far, of course. We really weren't interested in having his head on a platter. Rather, we wanted him to think twice before trying this trick again.
And... We wanted Christie to get the grades she deserved, through academic rather than sexual conduct.
Not too much to ask, in my estimation, but I was admittedly biased. Especially since the subject was currently snoring happily beside me in bed, still zonked out from last night's energetic activities.
It was Saturday morning, and I was laying awake, listening to her cute serenade of pops and whistles, while I fretted. I can't help it. Maybe I'm just hardwired to worry about the woman I love. This was a potentially dangerous game we were playing, but I wasn't really playing it, any more than a coach does from beside the field. Christie was the one in harm's way.
She stirred slightly in my arms, smacking her lips in an amusing manner, before snuggling in tighter. Peabody, who was curled up on her side of the bed, lifted his head, and looked at us. It was getting close to that time, and he hopped up to bring the clock to her attention.
I had been replaced, my position usurped by my strawberry blonde bedmate. It's amazing how quickly the dogs had taken advantage of adding Christie to the household. They knew what I would and would not do, and what they could get away with, when I was the only human in the house. As soon as Christie arrived, they had new boundaries to test, and they found her to be a soft touch. Just like children who go to Mom after Dad has said no, hoping for a different answer, both Peabody and Baron knew to ask her first. They were rarely denied.
Peabody sat beside her on the bed, and pawed her shoulder. I watched, curious to see how far he'd go. Christie didn't respond, so he repeated the action. Still nothing.
How about a cold nose on the side of the neck?
Eureka!
"John, dont do that," she mumbled.
"Um, honey? I'm over here, and my nose isn't cold," I giggled. "I think you have the wrong suspect."
Since she had spoken, he knew she was awake. Peabody added his bit, licking her ear.
"Ooooo, John, now that I like! Do it again!" she gasped. More words got more licks, and her giggles brought Baron up to join in the fun. Soon, Christie was getting a morning tongue bath, and it wasn't the kind I usually gave her.
"Okay, okay, okay, that's enough. I get the message boys," she sputtered. "I'll get you your breakfast." The dogs jumped off, and she turned in my arms.
"Told you it wasn't me," I smiled.
"I know. I'd know your tongue anywhere," she giggled, closing for a kiss. "Speaking of which, I'd really like some when I get back. Please?"
Like I was going to say 'no'?
I nodded, and watched her beautiful, naked body breeze out the door, headed for the kitchen. I heard the door open, and knew she was out in the yard with the dogs. Naked. It was a picture that had stuck in my head since the first time I saw it; early morning sunshine caressing the curves of her nude form, while the chill air puckered her nipples to full height. She was probably stretching like a very sexy cat right now.
I'd better pee before she gets back,
I thought, and rolled out of bed myself, padding quickly into the bathroom. By the time I made it back, she was already there, splayed wide on the bed, and huge smile on her face.
"Beautiful day outside," she whispered.
"Beautiful in here, too," I replied. My dick was beginning to rise, but she had asked for my tongue, so I crawled between her legs, bringing my face close to her pussy. I inhaled her scent. "Mmmmm yes, such a fragrant flower."
I settled in, and considered my options. There were several ways I could start, and several paths I could follow.
Where to concentrate my attention?
Lately she had become very fond of having her ass licked, so it was quite likely that I would use that. It was a good finisher.
Apparently, I was considering my options a little too long.
"John, please... don't make me wait. I'm so hot!" Christie whimpered.
"Sorry, darling," I said softly. "Just admiring your pretty pussy. It's so beautiful." I kissed the hood of her clit.
"Oooooooooo, yes, baby... that's it," she breathed.
My kiss was repeated, over and over, here, there and everywhere on her pussy, while she moaned softly, anticipating my next move.
Since it was Saturday, and we had no schedule to follow today. I could take all the time I wanted to, and give her as many orgasms as she could handle. We would probably barely make it out of the bedroom all day long, but that was no reason to dally unnecessarily. I licked her, from butt hole to clit.
"Mnaaaaaahhhn! Yes!" she gasped. Her hands found the back of my head, pulling my face closer, so she could rub her pussy across it. I used the bridge of my nose on her clit, while my tongue teased her lips. I added a finger on her asshole, for good measure. "OH FUCK!"
I ate her for several minutes like this, varying my pace and giving my tongue a break when necessary. I listened to her excitement build, layer upon layer, getting closer and closer to her zenith. She was nearly there, dripping wet, and begging for her release.
Torture can be painful, or it can be bliss. It all depends on your point of view. I kept her there, on the precipice, for nearly five minutes more, while she desperately tried to finish the job. She even tried to get her own fingers involved, but I now had her wrists under control, so she was at my mercy.
"Oh god, John, honey... Please, let me cum... I'm so close... Please. Please."
I released her left wrist, allowing me to use my right hand. I dipped a finger in her pussy for lubrication, and input the launch code... otherwise known as inserting it into her ass.
Ka-boom.
As much fun as it was to set her off this way, I really hoped that she would lose her sensitivity a little. I hoped to someday put my cock in her ass, and if she was going to cum instantaneously, it would be a short fuck. Oh well. For now, it was a nice way to trigger her orgasm.
Christie shrieked. No, she SHRIEKED, and her legs clamped around my head, while her pussy gushed, and her body twisted, wracked by pleasure. I held onto her hips, and went with her, saving my neck. It was a big orgasm, but thankfully not a long one. She drooped back on the bed, gasping for breath, and releasing me. I rested, and waited for her to recover.
"Sorry Dad," she giggled, after a couple of minutes. "Do you think he heard?"
"Quite possibly. He's not deaf," I smiled.
"No he's not," she acknowledged. "Oh well. Too late now. My turn."
She gave me a look of mischief, and moved down the bed, stopping when she was even with my crotch, where my cock was fully erect and awaiting her attention. I was laying on my side, so she was able to suck me in a leisurely manner. That she did, until it became obvious that I was enjoying it.
"So, John... You like teasing me?" she asked pulling my cock out of her mouth and giving it a squeeze at the base.
