Sunday Morning
Sharon and Bobby had retired early the night before. He had done a lot of work the on Saturday. She woke up and the sun was shining through her bedroom window. It illuminated Bobby, and his chiseled abs. It also caused a shadow to cast on his hardened member. She giggled and she rubbed his belly. He rustled a little bit, but his eyes stayed closed. She kissed him awake. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was green.
"Good Morning, Baby!" He murmured as he put his hands on her shoulders. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. He pulled her to him. "You smell nice," he said as he kissed her neck. She smiled and began to kiss his hovered over him, the shirt dangling as she kissed down his body. She bit his thighs. He writhed under her. She wanted to draw this out. Most of the time, this was about her. She got the jump on him this time.
She slowly took him in her hand and started to move lightly, brushing against him. He quivered in anticipation as she looked at him, seemingly innocently, but he knew better. She kissed him up and down, slowly moving against the underside of the head. She swirled around him with her tongue and slowly licked him. She got him wet with her saliva and began to stroke him. He liked her in her shirt, but he liked her better naked. He pulled the shirt off her in one swift motion, leaving her naked in front of him. Her body looked absolutely delicious, and he wanted every inch of her. His eyes grew wide and she slowly increased the pressure. He started bucking his hips, but she put her hand on his chest, signaling him to contain himself. He started to sweat. She started to suck.
"AAAAHHH" he grunted as she got to work. Just as he was getting ready to climax, she pulled her mouth away. She started to lick his balls and she sucked one into her mouth. She switched to the other one and began to stroke him. He was ready to cum again, but she stopped. Once she felt like she had tortured him enough, she drew him back in her mouth and sucked him until he was done. She looked at him. He had come undone. His head hit the pillow. She smiled. It was fun, reducing him to mere panting. He rolled over. She lied next to him, so they were face to face. She had a big grin on her face. He caught his breath. "Come here you little cum-slut." He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her neck and chest. He bit down on her nipple and began to tease her body with this mouth and tongue. He spent a long time on her breasts and his hands rubbed her back, pushing her into his mouth.
She oohed and ahhed for him as he maneuvered across her body. He pulled her legs apart and positioned himself between them. He wanted to fuck her silly and all morning. He kissed his way to her mound and stopped. He looked into her eyes. They were green and perfect. Somehow, her hair was nice, like she hadn't just slept on it. He was going to have to change that. Luckily for Bobby, Rusty and Kyle walked and fed Hunter this morning.
He pushed her into the bed and began biting her stomach. Her flesh was nice and soft. She used a great lotion. He flipped her over and began kissing her from the neck downwards. He didn't see any teethmarks on her nice, fleshy ass, which was unusual. He bit down, hard.
"Ooh!" she moaned as she felt his teeth in her. That's going to leave a mark, she thought. He released her and continued to bite, softer ones this time. He squeezed both cheeks. She had such a great ass. His erection came back with a vengeance. He wanted to really drill her, and he was going to, in due time. He ran his fingers in between her legs. She was wet. He gently brushed against her clit and then moved his hands down her legs. He went back to her back and gave her a quick rub.
She murmured into the pillow as he relaxed her back. "That feels good!"
He went back to her wetness and began to lick her. She quickly got on her hands and knees to give him better access. She looked very alluring, and he wanted to start fucking her, but he held back. He was going to be giving it to her. "You're very tempting," he told her as he swatted her ass. He positioned himself between her legs and began to lick her. Her hips lurched forwards. He held her hips in place and continued to lick her softly.
"Oh God!"
He began to use his fingers to prod her. She writhed, begging for more. He teased her and then he began to finger her. She gasped and groaned for him. She started bucking against his fingers. He kept her on the edge. The most he had made her cum was 14 times in a day. He wanted to break his record. He was going to need to build up her lust, nice and slow.
He brought her to the edge and stopped at least four times. Sharon lost count. When he thought she was about to murder him, he lied down on his back and pulled her on top of him. She rode his face furiously until she was cumming. He sucked on her clit, hard. She came for him twice and then a third one. She collapsed on the bed. His face was wet and sticky. He kissed her intently. "I'm just getting started," he hissed into her ear. She barely caught her breath, and he started rubbing his erection against her soft folds. He pulled her on top of him, and she yelled as he thrusted into her. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode him. His hands found her breasts and began to knead them. She gasped and grunted. "FUCK!" she yelled as he picked up the pace. They thrashed against each other violently. Her eyes found his. They locked into each other and his hands found their way behind their back. She put her hands behind his head.
He rubbed her clit, and she came hard. He rolled her over and began to kiss her passionately. Her legs locked around his hips. "Don't stop!" she hissed into his ear.
"I won't," he promised as his hands found her ass and he kneaded her cheeks. He was still hard and he had a lot of fucking to do. "How do you want it?"
She got on her hands and knees. She didn't like this position before Bobby. She found it degrading when her husband wanted it, but with Bobby, she just felt really amazing. He would kiss her neck and hold her like she was all that mattered. This time, Bobby gave into desire. He pushed his way into her and began to thrust. He needed to start slowly or he would lose his load ,and he had a lot of orgasms to procure. She grunted, wanting more. He kissed her neck. "We'll get there, in due time."
She wanted him to go harder, but she was patient. She did her best to hold still and not to rust him. Bobby was surprised with her restraint. Usually, she was cursing and bucking like a bronco by now. He liked it when she lost control, that she would get too horny to contain herself. He was going to get her there today, that was guaranteed.
He started to nibble on her ear and rub her breasts softly. She moaned and groaned for him. He grabbed her hips and began to pound her.
"FUCK!" she yelled as he drove his hips into her. His lips found her neck, and he bit her. He managed to hit her g-spot with every thrust and it wasn't long before she came for him two more times. He slowed down. He needed her to last longer. He began nuzzling her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
The amount of pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming. She needed something to distract her from it. She felt a hard slap. He hit her left cheek, then the right one. He gave her a spanking, quick and rough. The stinging felt really good. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"You like that don't you."
She just moaned.
He slowly built up his speed again. He got her just to the edge, and he slowed down. He built her up a second time and then a third. He was struggling with the urge to burst inside of her. He had to use a lot of patience. She was going crazy. Her hips started bucking into him. She wanted to cum, now. "FUCK ME!" she shouted. He grinned. He had her just where he wanted her. He grabbed a vibrator from the drawer and set it down. He started to fuck her, hard. She thrashed and bucked until she started cumming. He used the vibrator on her clit and got two more orgasms out of her. She collapsed forward.
"Dear God!" she cried out, her body depleted. He still had 5 to go today, but he had the rest of the day. She rolled onto her back. He straddled her and then he shot his load all over her face and breasts. She looked amazing, covered in his juices, hair a frazzled mess, cheeks bright read, covered in sweat, eyes a deep green.
"I love fucking you," he told her as he snuggled up behind her.
"You're like the energizer bunny," she told him.
"You fuel me. We fuck and you look so great afterwards that I want to fuck you again. The more I have you, the more I want you." He kissed her. "and I want more today."
She sighed. She didn't know how he had the energy or how he expected her too, but she knew that they would, and she would be cumming more that day. What a crime, too many orgasms to handle.
Rusty and Kyle ate breakfast. They made tacos from some of the leftover pork and some eggs. Kyle kissed Rusty by the sink. His hands found Rusty's ass. "What if they come out here?"
"From the sound of things, they're not going anywhere." Sharon was screaming. Bobby was definitely having his way with her. Kyle dropped down to his knees and began to suck Rusty. Rusty was still a little scared of getting caught, but it was fun, being naughty. His fingers found Kyle's hair. Kyle made quick work of Rusty. Rusty's knees started to buckle as Kyle finished him off. He picked up Rusty, put him over his shoulder and carried his prize to the bedroom.
BFM
Marcus woke up and he was hungry. He went down towards the kitchen to get something to eat. He saw Brenda and his father. Maybe they were cooking, he thought as he turned the corner. Instead, he saw Brenda pinned to the counter and Fritz embracing her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and they were kissing. Marcus snuck back upstairs. Fritz caught him out of the corner of his eyes as he moved to bite Brenda's neck. "I think he woke up," he whispered to her. She got down on her feet. "We should make breakfast. This is a kitchen." He smiled at her.
They made pancakes, regular, apple cinnamon, and chocolate chip and bacon. Fritz put some fruit in Andrea's juicer. He made a mixture from oranges and some pineapple. Brenda got out the whipped cream and the maple syrup. "Marcus! Breakfast!"
He came running. He was ready to eat a cow. He would have to settle for some pig and some pancakes.
Brenda gave him a stack of chocolate chip. Fritz got the plain, and Brenda wanted the apple cinnamon. The whipped cream was for Marcus. Everyone wanted syrup and juice. Brenda and Fritz had coffee.
"I love chocolate chip," Marcus said as he stuffed his face. He got whipped cream on his nose.
Brenda giggled. "You must be hungry."
"You have no idea." The bacon was nice and crisp. Marcus started to chew it, and he washed his food down with the juice.
"Thank you for making juice. This is great," Brenda looked at her husband. She hadn't even noticed there was a juicer.
"I found it the other day. She also has a bread machine."
"Fresh bread. Yum!"
They ate and chatted about the upcoming week. "Gabriel's girlfriend has an exhibit opening on Saturday."
"Really. What does she do?"
"Painting, sculpture, and I think sketches. She spent the last few years making 7 collections, and she's launching one on each continent, well, two in North America, all of them open on Saturday."
"Seven collections." Fritz was stunned.
"He invited us to the opening party on Friday."
"Party!" Marcus was excited.
"They're having a private showing at the gallery on Friday, and there's an after party at some mansion."
"Wow!"
"Do you want to go?" Brenda asked her husband.
"Yes!" yelled Marcus.
"I bet it will be fun," Fritz added. "Do you know who's going?"
"Gabriel invited the rest of my team. I assume that Eliza will have benefactors there, any of her LA friends, her agent, museum people, maybe some city people."
"Do you think the mayor will come?" Marcus asked.
"He might. It's a pretty big show."
"The governor might be there too." Fritz added.
"I wish Arnold were still the governor," Marcus lamented. They laughed.
Eliza's loft
She was getting nervous. She would have to talk to a lot of people, shake a lot of hands, accept a lot of embarrassing hugs. No matter how many exhibits she opened, each one was somehow more nerve-racking than the last one. People's expectations kept growing. The pressure kept building. The stakes were always higher.
Gabriel smooched her. "I know you will be nervous anyway, but calm down. You are an amazing person who poured her heart out into a fantastic collection, and the world will love it. You see the things they don't. You put on paper what people feel, but they cannot express." He looked into her eyes. He meant every word."
She hugged him. "How do you know exactly what to say?"
"Because I can feel what you're feeling, just as you can feel what I'm feeling."
"Did you speak to your pastor?"
"I did."
"How did it go?"
"It went well. He said he'd never seen me this happy, and I couldn't have done it without you."
She kissed him. "You complete me."
Flynn's House
Andrea was on a run. Flynn was home reading the paper. He liked Sunday morning. He would read and drink his coffee. His lady would run through the neighborhood and when she'd return, they'd make breakfast together and canoodle during the football games. His phone rang.
"Flynn here."
"Flynn, I need you over here ASAP."
"Provenza, what's going on?"
"No time for that. Just get here."
Flynn said, "I'm on my way." He put on his pants and left a note for Andrea.
She saw it when she got home. "A, I had to go. Provenza's in a jam. Will call when I can. F."
She headed for her shower. "Damn!" she muttered. She had been looking forward to cooking with Flynn. She would be making her breakfast alone.