Oh my, this took 3 blogs! I broke it up into short sections because I know the short attention spans of people… but boy I’m long winded! Or maybe I just like to enjoy a good sex scene.
Now where were we… ah, yes Chris’s turn. 🙂
Chris chuckled as he walked from the direction of the kitchen to the bed. He rolled Joe off me with one big pull of his hands.
“Come on, old man, time to share.”
I sat up, scooted off the bed and crossed the small space to the other bed. Chris started walking around to follow me and I moved on the bed tracking him with my eyes. He stopped at my motion and grinned. He’d caught onto the game.
Slowly he stripped off his pants. I pulled my hair to one side to trail along the bed and watched him. Chris walked slowly to one corner of the bed as I moved away with him. We played for about a minute and then Chris rushed me, grabbing an arm and yanking me to him. I twisted my body to land on my back, denying him the position he wanted. He grabbed a handful of my hair pinning it to the bed and pressed his foot over my legs to hold me still. His other hand played along my body and squeezed my breasts and nipples bringing soft noises out of me.
Then I felt his hands on my waist. With his strength he spun me over to my stomach. Desire flared through me but he wasn’t done. His hands clamped again on my waist and he lifted me and moved me fast to the headboard. I threw my arms out to catch myself, loving his complete control over me.
Hands on my calves pulled me back and spread me open. I was almost doggy-style with my hands up on the headboard and my knees far apart. It left me ready for whatever he planned. His cock touched the entrance to my sex and I quivered in anticipation.
“Don’t move,” he growled in my ear and I felt his hands caress their way down my sides along my waist to my hips. He lovingly caressed the globes of my rear and then I felt his hand come down in a sharp slap. I jerked and gasped out, “Chris, please.”
“You moved,” he groaned in my ear. I felt his hands caress down my back again and along my ass. I tried to brace for the lovely shock of the slap so I wouldn’t move but as it came down he drove into me at the same time and I screamed at the delicious sensation.
Chris began a slow rhythm punctuated by slaps and low words. “You like it rough,” he purred with a thrust.
“No,” I whispered and felt his hand come down on my rear with a matching plunge of his hard erection. I groaned at the pleasure.
“But, you are loving this,” he whispered with another thrust.
“Yes,” I groaned out and gasped as he did some quick drive of his hips before going back to his slow rhythm.
“So how can you say you don’t like it rough,” he growled with a thrust and a spank.
Hard to talk with my sex quivering in pleasure and my brain barely working but I managed to gasp out as he slowly thrust his driving cock in and out, “Not the rough I love.”
I heard Joe say from the bed, “She likes it dominant.”
I turned my head at his words and looked over at him through my hair. He was lying on his side on the bed watching us. He was half erect and working his sex with his hand. Older men took longer to recover and I could see Joe was trying to motivate himself for more.
“Dominant,” I heard Chris muse to himself and then his hands pressed over mine and he pressed his back over me and began thrusting faster and faster. I whimpered at feeling pinned and he went harder and then I could only ride his movement with gasps and cries. The pleasure was building and building and I felt the orgasm shudder through me and my sex spasm around Chris.
“Holy fuck!” he cried out and pressed into me at his own release. Growling in my ear he ground his hips in a jerking circular motion. After a few seconds his hips stopped moving and he started raining kisses along my back. It was only after I felt him begin to soften did he pull out of me. His action brought a gasp of pleasure to my lips and a chuckle from Chris. Wrapping one arm around my waist he pulled us onto our sides on the bed to face Joe in a spooning position.
Before we completely relaxed I bumped my butt into Chris’s warmth and said, “Scoot a bit.” He obliged but his arm never left me as he moved so he moved me with him. I smiled as Chris snuggled my body tight against his.
I patted the space in front of me on the bed and said, “Joe, there’s room.”
Joe’s smile warmed me as much as Chris’s body. I watched the man stretch his length in front of me. He lay on his side to gently play with my breasts. His eyes avoided mine and I wondered at it but the pleased smile stayed on his lips.
I felt Chris doing something with my hair, tugging and yanking it out from under and between us. I was feeling languid and satisfied and lightly closed my eyes under the soft sensation of Joe’s hands.
“What’s he doing?” I asked Joe.
Joe’s hands disappeared and I peaked my eyes open to watch him crane up to see over me to Chris. An amused smile brightened his face and he said, “He’s covering himself in your hair.”
I giggled at the thought and as much as I wanted to see it, turning my head would pull the hair off so I had to let him indulge in his desire. After all it was a night for indulging. Joe lay back down next to me with a sigh.
“Sorry Cat,” he said quietly, “I may not be up for more tonight.”
I smiled at him my sly secret smile. “I could fix that. I haven’t enjoyed the taste of either of you yet.”
Joe barked a laugh and Chris said, slightly muffled from under my hair, “She is going to kill us.”
“Maybe,” Joe said as he smiled at me, “but what a way to go.” He toyed with my breasts and I just lay there between them resting, enjoying the afterglow. So many nights of teaching pleasure usually left me so sated I fell straight to sleep.
“You don’t get the dominance from your students, do you?” Joe asked.
“No. Even if they wanted to, I curb it. To teach them properly I have to be the dominant or they would only see it as sex and not a class.”
I felt my hair move and Chris leaned up over me. “Then why do you do it? Why do you take all those boys to bed instead of someone else?”
I was surprised at the touch of emotion in his voice. I turned onto my back so I could look at him. But he didn’t meet my eyes. His fingers traced designs on my stomach and he watched them instead of my face.
“You mean instead of you?” I asked softly.
“Maybe,” he grunted out. I glanced at Joe and he shrugged but his lips were set in a grim line.
“Gentlemen,” I said and softly reached up my hands to touch both of their faces. “I sleep with the boys a handful of times so they and I can’t get attached to each other. If I turned my desires to older men I might get attached to one. With that comes all the mess of the emotional relationship. And my private life is not conducive to the complications of a relationship.”
When I looked at Chris he shrugged. Joe said, “I keep forgetting there’s a Sarah and not just Cat.”
“Joe!” I exclaimed at his slip of my name. The only man who knew it.
“Shit, sorry Cat.” The look he gave me said he was sincerely rueful.
“Sarah’s a pretty name,” Chris said looking at me.
“And you’ll never repeat it or you’ll be fired.” Joe told him with an angry glare. I suspected the heat in his voice was more out of his own guilt than real anger at Chris.
I rolled my eyes and turned to Joe, “After all these years I’m surprised you remembered it.”
He looked away with a guilty look on his face.
“Joe, you didn’t try to track me, did you?”
“Yea, kinda. It was after you took a second class. You made arrangements to start a bar tab to be billed to M.O.S.A. and I got curious. I pulled the old credit card slip and did some digging.”
“And what did you find?” I asked him quietly but began to let my fingers idly circle his nipple. I was contemplating giving it a hard tweak to express my current feelings at this information.
“I found nothing. The card had been cancelled, the address was a PO Box and nothing came up recent on the name on the card.”
I smiled and gave his nipple a gentle caress with my nail. That old card had been in my married name and since it had been a joint account it was quickly closed when I was issued a new one with my maiden name and a different account.
“It’s nice to know precautions I take are effective,” I purred.
I put both my arms over my head and arched my body in a stretch. I felt hands on me in reaction and smiled at both men.
“I want to taste each of you and then I’m going to wrestle you together to see who’s more dominant, you or I,” I told them.
“I think I like this Wildcat,” said Joe with a grin as I moved lower and lower until my mouth was level with his cock.
“It’s been a long four years,” I mumbled and proceeded to prove to him what my tongue could do for an older man.
To my commentators.. thanks Nancy you are Cat’s biggest fan! And Brandon, no, its not written from an experience, lol, this was a mental fantasy written at the beginning of my self discovery. Which culminated in me adopting many of Cat’s more interesting traits! 😉