He raised his hand in the air and shook his head, “Nope, you’re done with the pussy licking. I can’t fucking stand it. It’s painful to see, and I’m about to go limp watching you do it.”
He alternated glances between them and tossed his hands in the air, clearly frustrated. Sloan slid off the edge of the counter, stood beside Cassie, and waited for his instructions. After studying them both for a moment, he pointed to the counter.
“Sloan, you get up there on your back with your pussy facing me,” he said as he turned to face Sloan.
Sloan climbed onto the island, rolled onto her back, and let her legs dangle off the end of the island.
He glanced at Cassie, “You ain’t afraid of sucking a dick are you?”
“Uh-uh. I like giving head,” Cassie responded.
“Show me what you got,” Corn Dog snapped back as he pressed his hands against her shoulders.
She dropped to her knees and began sucking Corn Dog’s dick like she owed him money, and giving him head was the pay off.
Having watched her attempt to suck my big cock in the past - and encountering a few issues with the size - made seeing her go to town on Corn Dog’s average sized shaft with ease a little unnerving. It left me wishing – at least for the time being – that I had an average sized cock. Sex, in itself, satisfied me. Finding a woman, however, who was able to satisfy me and make use of my entire cock wasn’t easy. The few who were able to do so were reserved – at least in my mind – as my go to women.
As I stood back and shook my head at the porn-fest as it unfolded, Sloan resituated herself on the countertop, rising up and onto her elbows so she could enjoy Cassie’s deep throating Corn Dog’s cock. As Cassie continued to bob her head and moan, Sloan gazed her direction and grinned.
Satisfied this wasn’t going to end anytime soon, I sat down on the loveseat and rested my chin against my hand. I found it oddly satisfying that although I was entertained by the show in the kitchen, I wasn’t in the least bit aroused. Uncertain if it was my newfound disgust with Cassie or a combination of Cassie and Sloan – who I had no respect for – or the fact I perceived both women as possessing minimal amounts of pride, I relaxed into the arm of the chair as if I were sitting on the riverbank fishing.
“Alright, alright, you’ve got a pretty good head game,” Corn Dog said as he pressed his hand against her forehead, forcing his dick to spring free from her mouth.
“Stand up,” he barked.
She wiped her mouth free of saliva and stood. It appeared she was beaming with pride as she gazed up at him grinning.
“Now get up on top of her - on your hands and knees - and shove your pussy in her face,” he said to Cassie as he motioned toward Sloan.
Cassie stepped onto the stool, struggled for a moment to climb onto the counter, and eventually straddled Sloan’s face. Lying on her back, Sloan reached up, wrapped her arms around Cassie’s waist, and commenced to burying her mouth between Cassie’s legs. Cassie immediately arched her back and began moaning. At least it appeared Sloan was able to understand and follow directions.
Seemingly pleased, Corn Dog glanced in my direction, shrugged, and stepped onto the stool. As he stood with his rigid cock in his hand, he tilted his head to the side and grinned.
“You sure you don’t want in on this, brother?” he hollered.
I grinned and shook my head.
“Not today, Dog. It’s her punishment for pissing me off, she’s got nothin’ comin’ from me,” I shouted in return as I waved my hand in the air.
It sounded good in theory, but wasn’t remotely close to the truth. I wanted nothing to do with Cassie, and would probably never see her again - unless Corn Dog brought her around. I imagine some men might look at me as somewhat of a hypocrite, fucking women and never allowing any kind of emotion to exist - all the while claiming I never hurt women - but in my mind, telling them what they were going to receive, and what they were not going to receive made all of the difference in the world. It was always their choice to become involved with me sexually, everything was explained in advance, and nothing was ever forced. As I watched them continue, it was almost as if I had an awakening of sorts. As I realized once again the live porn show wasn’t arousing me in the least, my eyes became unfocused and my mind faded to questions of why.
What had changed within me, I wondered. Was it Cassie? Did I find her so repulsive that I couldn’t watch? As I searched for answers of a question that had yet to be asked, I realized not only did Kat satisfy me, but I truly looked forward to the time we spent together. Beyond sex, we seemed to share the same love for music, hatred for authority, and desire to live a simplistic life.
Corn Dog’s shouting brought me back to reality, and the charade that followed confirmed my current lack of interest in such activities.
“Your loss, brother,” he shrugged as he grabbed the back of Cassie’s head and forced his dick deep into her throat.
While Sloan did her best to please Cassie and stay in Corn Dog’s good graces, he arched his back and groaned.
“Fuck yeah. Suck that cock you little slut,” he groaned as he glanced down at Cassie.
Sloan’s face stayed buried against Cassie’s mound, never letting up one bit. As Cassie bucked her hips against Sloan’s face, she repeatedly bobbed her head back and forth along the shaft of Corn Dog’s cock - her chin all but resting on Sloan’s pussy as she did so.
“Bury your tongue in her pussy, baby. Bury it deep,” he bellowed toward Sloan as he fucked Cassie’s face.
Baby?
Now living a far cry from the prison he was in only a month prior, it appeared he was having the time of his life. If anyone deserved to enjoy life, it was Corn Dog. The epitome of a stand-up guy, he had done a five year bit in state prison for a crime he really didn’t commit - and could have easily rolled over on - but chose not to. A man had sold him a crate of legal firearms – pistols to be exact – and Corn Dog intended to re-sell them for profit. After doing so, it was determined the pistols were stolen, and he was subsequently arrested and questioned. All he had to do was provide the man’s name he had purchased them from, and he would have been set free. He refused to provide anything, and chose to spend the time in prison, and take care of the thief after he was released from prison. Most men would have crumbled at the thought of doing time for a crime they didn’t commit.
But, being the hard motherfucker he was, he simply raised his chin, rolled back his shoulders, and did his time in prison. Now free and making up for lost time, he seemed to be enjoying what life outside the prison walls offered him.
He pulled his dick from Cassie’s mouth and bent his knees slightly. As Cassie arched her back from the pleasure Sloan was providing her, Corn Dog pulled on Sloan’s thighs, sliding her ass forward slightly. As her pussy reached the end of the island, he leaned forward and began fucking her. While Cassie continued to enjoy Sloan’s tongue, she watched the Dog fuck Sloan violently, moaning in apparent ecstasy the entire time.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from Sloan’s cock socket and grabbed Cassie’s head. As she gazed at him with wide eyes, he straightened his knees and shoved his cock in her mouth.
“How’s that pussy taste now?” he grunted as he smashed his hips into her face.
“Mmm,” Cassie moaned.
After a few seconds of moaning and groaning on both of their parts, he pulled himself from Cassie’s mouth, grinned, and shoved it between Sloan’s legs.
He alternated between Cassie’s mouth and Sloan’s crotch, fucking each one for thirty seconds or so before switching. This very predictable and rather boring pattern continued for some time. When I was about ready to throw in the towel and go relax out at the pool, he reached for Cassie’s head and held it firmly in his hands. As he spoke, he continued to fuck Sloan slowly and steadily.
“You like the taste of cum?” he growled.
“Uh huh, I do,” Cassie nodded eagerly as she continued to grind her mound in Sloan’s face.
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bsp; “Good,” he said as he began to fuck Sloan with much more force.
A few more seconds, and Corn Dog arched his back and wailed like the dog he was. Now standing on his tip-toes and attempting to catch his breath, he pulled his hips rearward and grabbed Cassie’s hair in his hand.
“See that?” he grunted as he jacked his cock free of the few remaining drops of cum.
She gazed down at Sloan’s cum covered snatch and nodded her head.
“Well, there you go. Make your little slut self useful and suck that cum out of Sloan’s twat,” he said as he pushed Cassie’s face between Sloan’s legs.
As Cassie began to go down on Sloan, Sloan moaned in pleasure. While I shook my head in slight disbelief, Corn Dog pulled on his jeans and walked barefoot into the living room.
“Good lookin’ out on the little submissive bitch,” he said as he buckled his belt.
I nodded my head.
“Can’t believe you didn’t join in. What’d that little whore do to piss ya off?” he asked.
“Nothin’ really,” I shrugged, “Just sick of her. She’s yours now.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly and tossed his head toward the kitchen, “Giving her to me are ya?”
I gazed past him and into the kitchen. Sloan and Cassie were on the island making out. It seemed although Cassie didn’t enjoy eating another woman out, she was no stranger to kissing one on the lips.
“Yeah, but it looks like you might have a fight on your hands,” I chuckled as I pointed past him and toward the women.
He glanced over his shoulder, sighed loudly, and began to shout.
“God damn it, I told you to suck the cum out of her pussy. You weren’t supposed to spit it in her mouth ‘till I got back in here. You need some training, don’t ya?” he growled as he stomped toward the kitchen.
In my opinion, there wasn’t any amount of training in the world that would fix Cassie. For whatever reason, she had become unattractive to me, rendering her useless. As Corn Dog scolded the women for proceeding without him, once again my mind shifted to thoughts of Kat.
“You guys want to hang out at the pool?” I asked as I stood.
Sloan pulled her tongue from Cassie’s mouth and turned to face me.
“Can we skinny dip?” she asked excitedly.
“You can do whatever you want. I need to run somewhere for about an hour or so,” I shrugged, “You alright with that, Dog?”
“Okay by me, brother, we’ll be here when you get back,” he responded.
Instead of walking through the kitchen and causing myself to feel more disgusted than I already felt, I opened the front door and walked down the sidewalk toward the garage. I needed to listen to some music and get a little riding time in to clear my head.
Who’s kidding who?
I wanted to check on Kat.
It had nothing to do with feelings or emotion, I simply needed to check on her and make sure she was alright.
Because it was the right thing to do.
As I pulled my bike into the street, I turned up the volume. Almost immediately, Beck’s Loser finished playing. After a half-second lull, Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On began to blare throughout the neighborhood.
I grinned, twisted the throttle, and pointed the bike toward Winfield.
Let’s get it On.
Hell, who am I to argue with fate?
KAT
In the two weeks following our discussion about attempting to make something work between us, we had seen each other every day. Although we didn’t have sex on every single day, we came close. I found it rather reassuring that I no longer felt a need to have sex, only a desire. My problem seemed to be the same as Biscuit’s. My desire was overwhelming, leaving our sexual downtime as the only opportunity to truly get to know one another.
“I think it’s funny you never asked what my name is.”
The low rumble of his voice prevented me from falling asleep totally. I was probably a few seconds away from it, floating in the almost dream-like state that always seemed to precede my passing out. I blinked my eyes, confused on where I was and what was going on. The warm sun against my skin and the sight of him beside me reminded me of where we were and what was happening.
I opened my eyes and began to fumble along the side of the lounge for my sunglasses. He rolled to his side and laid his head flat against the cushions of the chair. After finding my glasses and shading my tired eyes, I responded.
“I uhhm. I never really…I don’t know. It’s not that it didn’t matter, but it didn’t matter. I figured when you were ready to tell me you would. I guess I didn’t want to pry. I know from talking to Avery that you’re a private bunch of men, I was just being respectful, I guess,” I said.
“Dalton,” he said as he turned his head toward the sun.
I nodded my head and grinned, “I like it.”
“Ain’t got a middle name. They never gave me one. Last name’s Biskette. It’s where Biscuit came from, but that ain’t too difficult to figure out,” he said as he sat up in the chair.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood, “I’m gonna hop in. It’s hotter’n grits on a motherfuckin’ griddle out here.”
His speech patterns, funny sayings, and the slang he used led me to believe he grew up elsewhere. Not wanting to insult him, but curious about his upbringing, I stood from my lounge and tossed my glasses against the towel beside my chair.
“Where did you grow up again?” I asked as I followed him across the concrete deck.
“Alabama,” he said as he dove into the pool.
He was an extremely graceful man in many respects. To watch him walk was nothing short of entertaining. There was a certain gate to his walk, not what most called swagger, but a small pattern. It was almost as if he had a bad hip or knee, but I knew he didn’t. With each step of his right foot, his right hip would dip forward. Not only did it make his walk interesting, but there was a certain grace to his walk, almost like watching a ballerina. Seeing him dive into the pool made me believe he had at least taken diving lessons at one point in time. His body entered the water in a manner that produced virtually no splash, and made me quite envious.
As I dove into the pool, I wondered what my splash looked like.
“Have you taken swimming lessons? And diving lessons?” I asked as I cleared the surface of the water.
He wiped the water from his beard as he nodded his head, “At the Y. Figured when I bought the house I’d need to know how to swim and stuff, so I took lessons for a few years. You’ll find out I don’t do anything I can’t do properly. Ain’t nothin’ worse than someone tryin’ to do something and lookin’ like a fuckin’ idiot doin’ it.”
“Do I look like an idiot when I dive in?” I asked.
“No,” he chuckled.
“You lying?”
“Maybe a little,” he said as he swung his hand over the top of the water’s surface, splashing it into my face.
“You fucker,” I howled as I attempted to do the same.
Now in a heated splashing fight, we both swung our arms violently, splashing and screaming like children.
Being with Biscuit was so much different than being with Kyle. With Kyle, I was always on edge and wondering what his next complaint was going to be, and how he was going to treat me as a result of it. The tension between Kyle and I was thick, and I remained nervous throughout the entire relationship. At the time, I was convinced it was simply part of being with a man and the differences between men and women.
Actually being accepted by a man and not having to worry about being criticized for every mistake I made was a pleasant change, and certainly something I would have to get used to. I found myself waiting for the axe to fall with Biscuit, and it never did. Oftentimes I would do or say something I fully realized Kyle would explode about, and wait for Biscuit to do the same.
But the anger never came.
Truly grateful to have met him and pleased at our ability to be ourselves in each other’s prese
nce, I swung my arms like a flailing fool. Eventually we both stopped. Declaring a winner would have been impossible; he had better precision, but I possessed more determination.
“Now I’m exhausted,” I sighed, “I’m glad it’s Saturday.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” he asked as he tossed his hair out of his eyes.
“Well, not everyone works on their own schedule. I’ve got the day off and no school, so I’m pretty happy. I get to relax,” I said as I waded across the pool away from him.
“Relax?” he said a she splashed water my direction.
I turned to face him as I pulled myself from the pool. As he gazed up at me, I pulled my bikini top down as if to resituate it. Intentionally, I pulled it a little too far, but acted surprised as my boobs popped free of the material.
“Yep,” I said as I glanced down at my breasts.
“Shit, they popped out, didn’t they,” I chuckled, “It’s tough to keep these big fuckers in here.”
“You tease,” he said as he splashed water at me.
“Tease?” I laughed as I pulled my top out and over my boobs, “I don’t think so.”
He nodded his head and stuck out his tongue.
“That’s teasing,” I sighed.
“Not if I’m willin’ to use it,” he responded.
I glanced around the deck. The entire pool area was protected from the neighbor’s view by a very tall privacy fence in every direction. I reached back, untied my top, and pulled my top over my head. As I reached for my bottom, he waded toward the side of the pool. While he was pulling himself from the pool, I relaxed onto the soft cushions of the lounge.
I sighed heavily as he walked my direction.
“I hate tan lines,” I said as I reached for my glasses.
“Damn shame,” he said, “I’m gonna lick that little pussy till you got a tan line of my head on your inner thighs.”
“Promises, promises,” I sighed as I put on my sunglasses.
As I felt his wet beard between my legs, I inhaled a deep breath and held it. Although I knew what was next, there was never anything I could do to prepare myself for it. No one could. The equivalent of riding a rollercoaster, jumping off a cliff, and witnessing a miracle all at the same time, having him lick my pussy was an entirely different kind of pleasure.