Sleeping together in his now nearby home had a special flavor to it. Shelley snuggled up to him, knowing she’d see him all the next day and hopefully at night again. She wouldn’t have to face the prospect of him leaving and waiting two weeks to see him again. They could be more selective with their time together, not feeling they had to cram everything into a couple of early morning hours.
For Jim, it was the knowledge that he wouldn’t wake up the following morning dreading the fact that he had to leave his sweet little girl. He hated the sadness he saw on her face each time they said goodbye for another couple weeks. He’d still have to leave her for the weekly three or four days of travel, but then they’d have at least part of three days together, depending on her work schedule.
Of course, sleeping together after loving and lustful sex is always rewarding. Feeling like they had all the time in the world now, they gave to each other like never before. Shelley had a short, playful spanking to preserve her bottom for tomorrow’s ‘spanking in every room’ scene, but from there, they aimed only to please each other. Fingers, tongues, and genitals never fit so well together as they licked, sucked, and fucked each other until sleep was the only option.
Jim woke early as per his usual routine but lay in bed looking at Shelley lying under the sheets beside him in nothing but the panties he’d removed so early in the prior night’s lovemaking. He slipped his arm under the pillow her pretty head lay upon and lay behind her, pulling her to his chest while wrapping his other arm around her waist. Such a blissful smile graced her face, but her eyes remained closed. He imagined his gesture was prompting a pleasant dream as she wiggled her body up close to him, her perfect ass against his growing erection. Still, it wasn’t sex he was after, rather just this delightful domesticity with the girl he loved. He’d be surprised to find he fell asleep for another hour in her comforting presence.
Shelley woke next and, sitting up to look at him, inadvertently woke him. She’d bent down to offer a gentle good morning kiss when he pulled her down on top of him for a more passionate morning greeting. Squirming in his arms, she loved the feeling of his body enveloping hers.
“Come shower with me?” she asked as she sat atop him, his growing erection between her cheeks. “Ooo! Someone else is waking up too!” she cooed, gyrating her hips to ensure he was full-size in the shower. “Come on, sleepy head!” she said as she got up, gave his ‘thick dick’ one tantalizing lick, and ran giggling into the bathroom.
Moments later, he heard the shower running and water splashing over her body. Picturing her deliciously youthful body with water cascading over her shoulders, over her tits, and between her legs, front and back, he jumped up to join her, not wanting to miss anything.
She had her back to him when he entered the room. Running her hands through her hair as the water ran through it, she arched her back as though offering her cute, little butt to him, and it occurred to him that she very likely was.
He shucked off his boxers as he stepped toward the glass shower door and opened it, loving her welcoming smile as he moved behind her and wrapped her in his arms. With his hands on her tits, he thought of how he really did like them, small though they were, and he wasn’t just trying to make her feel better. She turned to him with a gentle smile, her eyes still closed, appreciating the attention he always gave them.
The water provided the medium that allowed their bodies to slide together as legs, hips, and hands performed a freeform dance to touch each other in every way possible. Shelley turned to face him and, taking his erection in hand, stroked it slowly while his hands found her amazing ass.
“Ooo, yeah!” she sighed when he smacked each cheek in turn. “Spank me!” she begged, and another half dozen came in rapid succession before she dropped to her knees.
With eyes looking up at him, she smiled before opening her mouth to ingest his raging erection. Her tongue wrapped around the bulging tip; he moaned as he put his arms out to the walls to support him on weakening knees. Her mouth continued licking and sucking his glans while one hand stroked the shaft and the other cradled his balls.
“I’m coming, Shelley! I’m … coming!” he warned.
Taking him out of her mouth, her hands went into overdrive while she looked up at him with a lip-bitten smile. Seconds later, with her hands still furiously pumping and squeezing, he let go, shooting several long streams into her face, which shifted with each pulse to hit a different part of her face.
“Oh, Shelley!” he exclaimed, partly as a reaction to her gift but also surprised at what he saw as a demeaning act of taking his cum on her face. “Did you like that?” he asked doubtfully.
“I’ve seen girls do it in porn videos, and I wondered what it was like, but, no, I didn’t like it,” she said as she stood up. “I figured the shower was a good place to try it.”
“Close your eyes,” he said as he pulled her face into the water flow, gently wiped her face with his fingers, and kissed her lovingly while the shower still poured over them. “Your turn,” he said when their lips parted.
She took a step backward when she saw him fall to his knees, so the water was now falling on her chest and running down her body. With her fingers entwined in his hair, she guided her pussy toward his advancing tongue and loudly sighed when it slipped into her slit. With her swelling lips enveloped by his mouth, her hips rocked with his tongue traversing her slippery, wet slit.
“Oh God, I love the way you do that! Eat me, Jimmy! Eat my pussy!”
With his mouth still attached between her legs, his hands moved to his favorite pair of cheeks behind, caressing and squeezing them as he pulled her even more forcefully into his face. There was nothing gentle about it as she, too, pushed her crotch into his face, grinding her pussy against his lips.
“Oh fuck!” she cried when a finger behind threatened her tightly puckered star. “Oh! Oh! Ho! Ho! Ungh! Ahhhhhmmmm,” she hummed.
Her hands still in his hair, she pulled him up to kiss him with her body still quivering. Their hands roamed over the other’s body, not to arouse but to prolong the feeling of love and lust they felt.
Knowing it was just an appetizer for the rest of the day, they moved on to washing each other with bathwash in abundance. Still, they couldn’t avoid the temptation of using its lubricating properties to slither body and limbs together every which way, kissing almost continuously. As the hot water was running out, Jim washed her hair while she faced him with a smile firmly planted on her face.
Exiting the shower, they toweled each other off, and Jim got dressed while Shelley took care of her hair.
Having still not gotten any groceries, they elected to have breakfast out, trying out a small out-of-the-way restaurant they stumbled on nearby. With the name ‘Eat My …,’ how could they resist?
“Interesting name for the place,” Jim teased the shapely waitress.
“Well, there’s more to eat than just food, isn’t there, hon?” she flirted.
“We know all about that, don’t we, Shelley?” he asked to bring her into the conversation and remind her of the meal they’d just made of each other in the shower.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied with a tinge of jealousy.
“I’m Maggie, by the way. Haven’t seen you around here before,” she observed.
“Just moved into the area, so if the food’s good, we’ll be back,” he replied, accenting the ‘we’ to tell Shelley he wouldn’t come without her.
“Great! So, what’ll you have?”
They ordered a pretty typical breakfast, fixed their coffee to their liking, and took a few sips.
“Shelley, you know she was just flirting like all waitresses in places like this do.”
“Not with my Jimmy!” she declared possesively.
“No. Not with your Jimmy,” he said, taking her hands in his across the table, and she smiled just before her phone rang, surprising him when she took the call. One of her unusual qualities for a person of this generation was that she never let a call or text interrupt them, regardless of what they were doing.
“It’s work. I gotta take it,” she explained, reading the question on his face. “Hello? Oh, hi, Fiona. Today?? At noon? Isn’t there somebody else who could take it? Oh, her too? Okay. I understand,” she said, ending the call.
“You have to work today?” he asked, having gotten the gist of the one-sided conversation.
“Yeah, from noon to eight,” she said dejectedly. “Oh, Jimmy! That screws up our whole day! She’s giving me tomorrow off, but that doesn’t help because now I won’t see you until Thursday!”
“I have the whole week off,” he said, and a smile returned to her face.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. For the move. So we have all day tomorrow for your special …” he started but stopped when Maggie delivered their food. “… for your special spanking!” he finished when Maggie left.
“Okay, but I was looking forward to it today! I wanted it to last all day!”
“It will. Tomorrow. It will give me some more time to prepare,” he said with a devious smile.
“Ooo! My bottom’s tingling already!” she replied. “We’d better eat up because I have to get my car, go home for my uniform, and then drive back to work.”
“I’ll drive you,” he offered.
“Will you? But then how will I get home from work?” she said, seeing a fault in his plan.
“I’ll pick you up tonight, too,” he said, surprised to find her getting up and sliding into the booth next to him. Holding his face in both hands, she planted a sumptuous kiss on his lips.
“Oh, Jimmy! I …” she started but decided not to finish her confession.
They finished their breakfast and got a wink from Maggie on the way out the door. She was in her early forties with a body and face that didn’t show her age and would have liked to have him ‘Eat My’ but knew she couldn’t compete with the cute, little brunette he already had.
“You’ve never talked much about your mom,” he asked when they were on their way to her house.
“Well, she’s raised me alone since my so-called father left soon after I was born.”
“She’s never had a chance with someone else?”
“No. That’s probably my fault because most guys didn’t stick around once they knew about me. I’ve told her she’d have a better chance now that I’m not a threat anymore, but she says she wouldn’t know where to begin today. It’s a shame because she’s such a good person and still really hot!”
“She looks good for her age?” he asked to continue the conversation.
“She’s only thirty-six!” Seeing his surprised look, Shelley replied, “She wasn’t even sixteen when she had me!”
“What does she know about me?” he asked, his concern about their age gap surfacing again.
“She knows about you,” she started but knew that wasn’t what he was asking about. “Yes, she knows you’re older than me,” she added knowing that still wasn’t the whole answer. “Much older than me.”
“And she’s okay with that?”
“Yes, she is. From her experience, she knows that how we feel about each other is more important than age. So, if I’m happy, she’s happy.”
“You must be very close with all you’ve been through together.”
“Yeah, she’s as much my best friend as my mom. Do you want to meet her?”
“No. Not this time. Maybe another?” he uncomfortably replied, worried about such an encounter. She might not be so accepting of him in person as she was with her daughter.
“That’s okay. We’re in a bit of a rush anyway,” she said. Though she thought he’d come to accept that she didn’t care about his age, she could see how meeting her mother, who was also younger than him, might be awkward.
They arrived at her home, a small two-bedroom similar to his, and pulled into the driveway, Shelley leaving him waiting in the car. The tension he’d felt during their conversation about her mother had only ebbed a little and slowly ramped up with each passing minute of waiting. If she came out to say hello, it would be worse than if he’d gone inside because he’d be seen as avoiding her.
The minutes got longer and longer, and he almost screwed up his courage to go inside when Shelley came bounding out the front door in her uniform, reminding him of the night they’d first met. She threw a bag in the back seat and got in.
“Sorry! That took longer than I intended. I figured I’d bring some more clothes since we’ll be together for a couple of days after this shift,” she said, almost as a question, not wanting to assume she could stay whenever she chose.
“Good idea!” he said sincerely, and now her nerves were settled, even if his weren’t yet.
He put the car in gear and noticed her mother watching from the front window. He waved, hoping it would be enough of a friendly gesture to put her somewhat at ease.
When they arrived at the hotel, they exchanged kisses and jokey phrases, acting like a married couple routinely wishing each other a nice day.
Shelley watched from the hotel’s front door as he drove away, still a bit on edge about her mother’s reaction that she didn’t tell Jim about. She didn’t know he’d accurately predicted that she might think it strange that he wouldn’t come in to meet her, and he certainly didn’t know that she had more than a maternal interest in meeting Shelley’s hot new love interest. She’d wondered how he’d compare in person to the pictures Shelley had shown her.
Jim drove off, still concerned about Shelley’s mom and whether he should have gone in to meet her. If she was unhappy about her daughter’s choice, not facing her wouldn’t help matters. He more or less successfully put it out of his mind and went to make those preparations he spoke of to Shelley.
The first stop was an adult store that, given its rural location, he had to drive a longer distance to reach. He found what he was looking for and stopped at the grocery store on the way home to finally get some food in the house. The rest of the afternoon was spent with finishing touches to his moving in and setting things up for the unique spanking scene they’d been waiting to enact, and Shelley wasn’t expecting until tomorrow.
It was dark when he went to pick her up, and he waited by the front door to greet her. She jumped into his arms when she came out, ecstatic about him being there to pick her up, and, enclosed in his arms, wished they could do it every time.
As they pulled into the driveway, the garage door opened on the dark house. Since empty boxes had previously been scattered on the floor, she was surprised to see them cleaned up and a stool in the center. She looked at Jim, smiling with a bitten lower lip, wondering if her ‘spanking in every room’ was about to begin.
They walked in together, with Jim holding her bag. He sat on the stool, pulling her to stand between his legs. She was startled when the noisy garage door started coming down but turned back to him, reaching for a hug, which he rebuffed.
“My beautiful Shelley, you are about to have your dream come true with a spanking in every room of this house. As the garage is also a room, we will start here, but I want you in nothing but a pair of panties for the rest of this evening.”
‘Mmm!’ was her only response, quickly shedding her blazer, blouse, and bra. She hesitated with her skirt, slowly opening the button and side zipper. When it fell to her feet, she was delightfully naked and moved back toward his welcoming arms.
“I took them off just before you picked me up!” she explained with downcast eyes.
“I guess that answers the question of whether you’ve been a naughty girl!” he said before taking her face in both hands and placing a soft, loving kiss on her petite lips.
Lips parted, he took her wrist in hand and slowly pulled her down across his left knee. She grabbed the leg of the stool for balance just as his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her anticipation higher than ever, she moaned as his hand gently stroked her waiting bottom.
“Oh!” she cried, startled by the first smack and the next on the other cheek. “Oh, Daddy! Spank me! Spank my hiney!”
Barely a warmup, he stopped after a couple of dozen and stood her up between his legs.
“Your bottom is showing almost no color, but I promise it will be bright red by the time we’re done tonight, Shelley!”
“Oh, Jimmy! I …” she started but again couldn’t bring herself to finish, instead saying, “I want you so much!” the word ‘want’ replacing another word.
“I want this to be perfect for you! If it ever gets to be too much, you must tell me, okay?”
She agreed, and he took her hand, grabbed her bag, and led her into the dark house. He didn’t want her to see any of the toys he’d left out until they reached each room, so the only room lit was the bathroom, where they would start with a shower.
He started it running and guided her into the flow of hot water. She ran her hands through her wet hair as she watched him strip, surprised to find he wasn’t wearing underwear either. He stepped into the waterfall, pulling her into his arms just to hold her.
“Daddy? You weren’t wearing underwear either,” she accused. “Do you need a spanking too? Ooo!” she squeaked when he answered with a sharp spank on her right cheek, but her comment had reminded him of being over her knee with Fiona, not an unpleasant memory.
Again, he kissed her gently before bending her over his hip, and with his arm cinched tightly around her waist, he began a more typical hand spanking. Her reaction was similar as well; she loved the feeling of his hand smacking her bare bottom, but as the warmth and sting grew, she could feel something different with each impact.
“Ooo, Daddy! It’s different! Hurts different! But don’t stop!” she begged, loving this position bent at his side, this location in the streaming hot water, and this method with his hand on her wet bottom.
Jim loved it, too, and thought it might become a regular part of their bathing together. In the research he did after first meeting Shelley, he remembered reading something about a wet bottom spanking being different, possibly more painful, as the water provided a tighter connection between hand and butt.
“Oh! More please?” she pled when he stopped, crying, “Oh yeah!” when he resumed with ten harder spanks on each cheek in turn.
Standing her up, he pulled her back against him with his hands sliding up over her tummy to her tits, nipples swelling at first touch. She sighed his name, enjoying his touch. No one had ever made them feel the way he did every time he took them in hand.
Leaving one hand to keep her pretty tits company, the other slid down her abdomen, getting an ‘Oh God’ when his middle finger slid into her slit, his other fingers and palm fondling her entire pussy.
She didn’t know that not only would she be spanked in every room, he would also make her cum in every room. She gasped as his long middle finger slipped easily inside while he moved around her front, positioning her with the water streaming over her back and shoulders.
“Stay right here,” he instructed after a tongue-tangling kiss.
With his finger fucking her tight, wet pussy, he leaned in with tongue outstretched, licking her plump lips and in between. With a tiny step forward and legs spread wider, she pushed her pussy into his mouth, moaning loudly. As the pitch of her voice rose, he knew she was close, so he reached back to squeeze her warm cheeks, and she came when he spanked her.
“Oh, God, Jimmy!” she cried as her body trembled, falling into his arms as he stood. He pulled her close while she just held on as her tremors and breathing normalized. “Thank you!” she said as they stood apart, her hand falling to his erection.
“No. This is all for you and only you, Shelley!” he said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up for a kiss on her palm. “I’ll get my reward when I see you smiling at the end.” Putting her arms around his neck, she smothered his lips with hers.
He grabbed the bath sponge, doused it with liquid soap, and proceeded to bathe her, covering every inch of her body more than once, using his hands to rinse her off. Pulling her back against him again, both hands slid between her legs to make sure her pretty pussy wouldn’t taste of soap during the many times he’d be licking her tonight.
Out of the shower, he toweled her off and asked to see the panties she’d packed in her bag.
“I brought lots! So you can pick!” she smiled as she knelt to open the bag and handed them to him, one by one.
He knew she’d look great in any of them, but he felt the red hipsters appropriate for tonight’s activities. Covering a bit more than half her cheeks, they’d be fun to pull off and on as needs dictated. He held them open for her to step into and pulled them up tight, loving how the sheer fabric displayed her luscious lips.
He took her hand and led her to the kitchen, where he pulled out a chair from the small table and sat. She instinctively moved to his side, assuming she’d be going over his knee.
“Do you need another spanking?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy. Please spank me?” she requested and smiled when he guided her down into the position that started it all for them.
His hands roamed over her beautiful bottom, adjusting her panties this way and that to best present her cute, round cheeks, and then the spanking began. A slight yelp followed the first, but her body wriggled and writhed in his lap as a fast-paced spanking of thirty or so smacks at a time progressed.
“Oh, Daddy!” she cried when he pulled her panties down, leaving them bunched around her thighs, and returned to smacking her jiggling cheeks.
He figured he’d let the color of her ‘hiney’ tell him when to stop each time. Seeing the darkening pink shade of her cheeks told him she’d had enough here. After all, she’d gotten well over a hundred spanks across his knee and still had four more spankings to go!
He stood her up, allowing her panties to fall to the floor, and then stood himself, taking her in his arms for a loving hug. Her head rested softly on his shoulder as he rubbed her back and bottom before he turned them around and had her sit on the edge of the chair, pulling her legs apart.
He dove in with fingers and tongue assaulting her waiting pussy. It wasn’t slow and gentle since she’d just had a spanking that many would consider all they could take in one night. Penetration, licking, flicking, and probing, he brought her to another quick orgasm as she squirmed on her sore bottom, even lifting off the seat both for relief and to shove her pussy into his face even harder.
After pulling her panties back up, he again took her in his arms and held her till the quivering ceased. When she finally lifted her head off his shoulder, he saw a smile he’d never seen before that spoke of more than just satisfaction. Their lips met for a long, lustful kiss.
“That’s three rooms. Do you need a rest?”
“No. No, please,” she said softly. So much better than her dream, she didn’t want the incredible feeling inside to end, wanting to keep things on a full boil rather than a slow simmer.
It was only a few steps to the dining room, where the chairs were removed from one side, and a hairbrush lay on the table. It wasn’t her hairbrush, and a more careful look revealed it was a bit thicker with a larger surface on its back.
He guided her to the table’s edge, and she bent over it, extending her legs behind her so her entire torso was supported by the table. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, steeling herself for the painful brush. Assuming he was ramping up the intensity with each new room, she wondered if she could take it all. She heard him pick up the brush, and her body tensed.
“You need another spanking, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly and without the conviction of her earlier requests.
She yelped with the first painful smack on her lower cheek, and some sort of aural response accompanied each agonizing strike. She wasn’t sure if his slower pace made it any easier, as she could feel the sting of each one blossom to encompass the entire cheek, and it magnified with the removal of her panties after ten swats.
She couldn’t know that this would be the painful peak of all the spankings she’d get, and from here on, he would accentuate the sensuous side of spanking. Thirty swats felt like twice that much, and she was instantly relieved to hear the hairbrush fall back on the table.
Seeing her visibly relax, he was glad he’d chosen this strategy, but within a second of dropping the brush, his face was stuffed in her crotch, with his hands spreading her open to be licked like the luscious fruit she was.
“Oh my God, Jimmy!” she cried aloud as all the pain quickly intensified the sensitivity of her pussy.
While he licked and sucked her pussy like it was the last meal of a condemned man, his hand softly caressed her burning cheeks, amplifying the effect. She quickly came, leaving his face awash in her nectar, but he didn’t stop until she came again, this time showering him with her squirting orgasm.
He helped her stand on unsteady feet and enjoyed the sight of her rubbing her tortured buns feverishly. She looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes glassy with tears. He pulled her in for a hug and took over the soothing of her stinging bottom.
“I’m sorry, Shelley! That was too hard, wasn’t it?”
“No. It hurt a lot, but I don’t think I would have cum like that if it didn’t,” she explained.
“We can stop now if you want,” he said, offering her an out.
“No! No, I want to continue!”
“Okay, but the rest is going to be more sexy than painful!”
“Oh, Jimmy! I love the way you spank me, whichever way you do it!”
He led her next to the living room, where an end table had been moved out of the way, and a large, oval leather paddle sat on the sofa’s cushion. Without being told, she bent over the arm with her elbows on the cushion and her feet on the floor.
He knelt between her legs and resumed the soothing caresses on her heated buns. Moaning and squirming in place, she loved the feeling of his hands on her stinging cheeks, but already she wanted more and picked up the paddle to hand it to him.
“Paddle my hiney, daddy! Give me a good paddling!”
“I’ll let you decide how many.”
“Twenty-five?” she suggested but added, “How many did I get with the brush?” With his response, she decided, “Thirty then! Across both cheeks!”
He rubbed the face of the paddle across her bottom, its cool surface providing some relief, but when she felt it leave, she screwed her eyes shut and tensed, waiting for the imminent swat.
“Ooo, yeah!” she cooed with the playful swat. “That’s like Fiona’s paddle, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Do you like it?”
“Yes! A little harder, please?”
He observed her body language to be sure he didn’t overdo it, but she took it all, lifting her bottom as an invitation for more. At a quicker pace than the brush, the thirty passed all too quickly, and she asked for ten more.
“Ooo! I like that paddle! OH! Oh my!” she cried as his face was again firmly entrenched between her cheeks, licking the tight opening that winked at him with his tongue’s touch.
His hand reached under the sofa for the bottle of lube he’d placed there and, finding it, flipped the cap open and dribbled the slick fluid into her cleft. Twisting his middle finger in the stream running down, he coated it liberally and pushed it slowly into her clenching bumhole.
“Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!” she gasped as his finger penetrated a little further with each push until his whole finger had disappeared. “Oh my God!” she cried when another finger slid easily into her slippery wet pussy.
Pumping each finger alternately into her writhing body, she opened her mouth in a silent scream. A few flicks with his tongue on her clit lit the fuse, and seconds later she came explosively. Her body jerked and trembled as each devastating wave crashed over her.
It took a few minutes before she stirred from her collapsed state over the sofa’s arm. Her arms only lifted her so far, and Jim helped with his arms around her waist, pulling her up and into his arms again to support her semi-limp body.
“Oh, wow, Jimmy!” she said in almost a whisper, “My dream was nowhere near as good as this!”
“Still two rooms to go. Think you can handle it?”
“How could I not!? With each room better than the last! I assume the second bedroom is next?”
“Come! I think you and your hiney will like this one!” he said as he took her hand, leading her the short distance to the room with only a bed in it.
“My hiney likes all of them!” she said, coming back to life.
With no blanket or top sheet, the bed was bare except for its fitted sheet. He immediately lay in the middle face up and held his arms out for her.
“Come sit on my face, Shelley,” he said with his arms by his side.
With the corner of her lip bitten and a cute smile, she climbed on the bed and then on Jim. On her knees, she shifted a little for and aft to find the best position. A sly smile accompanied her discovery of his tented shaft when she reached back.
“Uh-uh! Not yet!” he scolded. “Now give me that pretty little pussy!”
Her lips splayed over his closed mouth, and with a sighing exhale, her hips seemed to move of their own accord, sawing his nose and mouth through her gash. Her turn to do the physical work, she somehow found the strength to paint his face with the juice seeping from her dripping pussy.
“Oh! Oh, Jimmy!” she cried as his tongue got in the act, traversing her slit as she rocked to and fro. “Oh my God! I’m gonna … I’m gonna,” she cried on the edge and went over when his forgotten arms smacked her sore bottom as hard as he could.
“Oh Jesus!” she gasped, falling forward with her hands on the bed above him. Lifting his face into her still-quivering pussy, he sucked her swollen lips in and wiped her lips clean with his tongue. “Ho! Ho! Ungh!” she grunted when a second orgasm built quickly on the first, with his hands spanking at a quick tempo on her stinging cheeks. The fast pace of the spanks encouraged a similar pace of her rocking hips, but when the climax was looming, her body stiffened as she let him finish her off.
And still, he didn’t stop. Using his hands on her freshly stinging cheeks to pull himself back into her creamy crotch, he munched on her tender lips. Nibbling with his lips and flicking with his tongue, she was on the rise again before she’d recovered from the last.
Lifting her body up to the kneeling position she’d begun in, she grabbed his head and pummeled her pussy, crying, “Eat – me – Jimmy!” These were new heights for her, and instinct took over as she demanded more and got it, with alternate, fleshy cheeks spanked soundly.
“Oh – My – God!” she yowled as she mashed his face into her pussy and held it there until she came, triggered by spanks on both cheeks simultaneously. She’d felt another squirt coming and let his head drop to the bed, where several solid streams bathed his face first and then his neck and chest.
“Oh fuck!” she sobbed as she fell to the bed beside him, landing on her back with her chest heaving with the effort to get enough air.
Rolling onto his side beside her, his free hand roamed her torso to calm her. Her breathing would hitch slightly when they covered each breast, teasing the nipple with soothing touches. Down across her tummy, she jerked when a finger found the top end of her slit, and she quickly pulled his hand away, afraid he was going to start again.
“Holy Jesus!” she whimpered when her breathing slowed, yet still deep and cleansing. “I never imagined anything could feel like that!”
“I told you you’d like it!” he said, caressing her tummy.
“I don’t think the word ‘like’ begins to describe it!” she said as her addled brain tried to find a better one.
Slipping his arm under her neck, he pulled her onto her side against his chest, her arms holding his in place just below her chest. She moaned quietly as he kissed and nuzzled her neck and pushed back against him, needing to feel him like this.
They remained in that position until sleep threatened to claim them, and she stirred first.
“Ready for the finale?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she replied unconvincingly, hoping the finale had just occurred and what followed would not be as intense.
They slowly rose from the bed to their feet, where he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway.
“You decide what we do in this room,” he said, kissing her tender lips.
“Really?” she replied, lighting up.
“Yes, really.”
She dragged him to the end of the bed, where she bent over it with her hands on the surface. She only gave him a second to worry whether her deep red cheeks could take another spanking.
“Fuck me, Jimmy! Like you did that first time!” she said and, noticing his bulging boxers, turned to kneel at his feet to pull them down and off.
Before standing, she took him in her mouth for a few long strokes of her lips and tongue.
“C’mon! Fuck me! Please?” she begged and smiled when he stepped forward with cock in hand pointed straight at her needy pussy.
He slipped in slowly and easily, the memory she evoked fresh in his mind. Her sighs and moans fed his desire to please her as she was the most important person in his world now, and sooner or later, he’d find the time and the words to tell her so.
As their activities in each prior room had escalated to the last, which was overwhelming in some ways, he would now be gentle and loving, and she seemed to appreciate that. While he would usually grip her hips tightly to pull her onto him or squeeze her sore cheeks to remind her of that delicious pain, he caressed her body as he gently slid in and out, letting the climax build slowly. Each moan and sigh from her was a reaction to another delicate touch to her tits, tummy, cheeks, and cleft.
“Mmm, you feel good in me, Jimmy!” she said, thankful for this tempered approach. “I love … I love it,” she sighed again, choosing a different word.
“I’m gonna cum soon!” he warned.
Oh, yeah! Cum for me! Cum in me!” she replied as they accelerated to the finish line now in sight.
“Ooo! Ohh! Mmm!” they both cried as their urgency increased, and the summit was reached for him first, with her following a few seconds later.
He pulled her up against him with his shrinking cock still inside her and ran his hands all over her front, paying special attention to her tits and clit. Flinching with each touch to her still protruding nubbin, one such twitch freed him from her tight pussy.
“Mmm, what would you like next, my lovely Shelley?” he asked in a whisper close to her ear.
She turned around to hug him, wondering if she should even ask for more; he’d already given her so much.
“Take me over your knee …” she started, surprising him with what he thought she wanted again. “Take me over your knee and rub my poor hiney?” she finished and kissed him with her arms wrapped around his neck.
They climbed on the bed together, he sitting with his back against the headboard while she lay her stunningly red bottom in his lap. With tranquilizing grazes on her perfect, little butt, made more so for its color, he calmed the enflamed mounds of flesh made rough from their abuse rather than their usual state of soft and pliable.
“You can spank me a little too if you want,” she said, looking up from resting on her arms. “Mmm, yeah. Like that,” she responded to the playful spanks he sprinkled in with his comforting hands.
He could do this for hours. He loved the way her bottom jiggled when he gave it a light smack and compressed in his fingers when rubbing and squeezing it. He loved to hear her soft sighs and murmurs as she took all he gave. But most of all, he loved giving her every bit of pleasure he felt she deserved. He still thought of her as his innocent little girl, so he’d give her as much as she could take.
“Jimmy? Are you okay?” she asked from the comfort of his lap.
“What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking,” he vaguely offered.
“Thinking about what?” she asked as she got up and sat in his lap with her arms around his neck.
“About you. And how lucky I am to have you,” he said with a hint of melancholy.
“How lucky you are!? You just did all that for me without anything in return, and you’re the lucky one?” she challenged as tears threatened to fall.
“I guess we’re both lucky, aren’t we?” he answered with a sad smile.
“Oh, Jimmy,” she said, her smile turning to a frown. “Make love to me! Please?” she pled, moving to lie on her back with her knees up.
He didn’t know how to respond to the request other than to give her what she wanted, and he wanted it, too. Playing with her delicious body had been quite arousing, so he was quite ready to make love to his sweet little girl, and he climbed aboard, delving deeply into her even more gently than before.
Laying atop her, they kissed lustfully and lovingly, staring into each other’s eyes, looking for what they both hoped to find. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, with her hips rising to meet his tender thrust and falling to the bed when he pulled back. Their cadence gradually increased as each enjoyed the other’s touch and slowly climbed to a soothing yet satisfying climax.
He rolled to his side, taking her with him with their legs and arms entwined. He brushed some hair from her face and kissed her with all the love he felt but couldn’t voice.
“Jimmy? I want to tell you something I’ve wanted to say for a long time, especially tonight. I’ve never known anyone who gave so much for so little in return, and you’ll probably think I’m silly for saying this, but I love you, Jimmy! So much! I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way about me; I just want you to know that I love you and feel like I’ll always love you!” She paused a moment and saw a big smile on his face. “I don’t care if you think I’m being silly; I love you so much!” she said, misreading his expression.
“My sweet Shelley! I don’t think you’re silly. I love you too, but I’ve been afraid to say it to someone so young. I love you! I love you!” he repeated.
“Really?”
“Yes, really!” he replied, and they hugged each other tightly, cherishing their newfound love.
It was only this morning that they’d realized how sleeping together in his bed provided a new level of bliss with each other, and now that luxury paled in comparison to sleeping with someone who you loved and who loved you.
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I hope you enjoyed what might be the end of this series! I left a couple clues as to how the story might take some unusual detours, but for now, Shelley and Jim are happy with their declared love! Please remember to ‘Like’ and/or ‘Favorite’ my story if you liked it and … Thanks For Reading!
