No Regrets

Her arms around me and mine around her Heather and I hold onto each other like our lives depended on it. We kiss, we caress, and we bond through the mysterious magic of both honey and love. I now had a belly full of her jizz, which she called ‘jelly’, but I can’t say it effected me much different than her precum. Whatever power her semen possessed seemed to be meant for another entrance. The lovely buzz and the post-coital glow were wonderful of course but they were a bonus to what was really going on here.

After pulling the blankets tighter around me Heather lightly rubs a hand back and forth across my chest while looking at me with such love that it made me swoon. She is BEAMING. A touch here, a touch there, a gentle touch everywhere. Heather could not contain herself and just kept petting and stroking me and touching me in every little way she could.

“You sucked me so good, baby.” She whispers while playing with my hair. “You’re a wonderful lover, Elliot.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Mistress!?” She giggles. “Okay. I can work with that.”

I laugh and snuggle closer, feeling so good that I was downright giddy. “I love youuuu!”

“Oh, baby.” Petting one side of my head she kisses the other and whispers. “I hope you don’t regret this.”

I smile and return the kiss but to her lips. “Regret would have been letting you go.”

“My little charmer.” She pats my cheek. “I’m gonna get my man his tea.”

With a smile, a gaze, and then a nod I let her slip from my arms. You better believe I was watching that big, perfect ass and huge swinging dick as she strode to the kitchen counter. Fuck! After cumming so much my contented pecker was all shrunken but hers was still long and heavy even though it was now fully soft. If not for the muted ache in my raspy throat I don’t think I would have believed that I had nine inches of that thing inside of me!

“He he he!”

“And what are you giggling about, handsome man?”

“Nothin.”

“I bet.” As she swans about the kitchen in the nude preparing the kettle she says. “I know you’re all cozy and comfy but…”

“I’m okay.” I say, sitting taller as I was eager to serve. “What do you need?”

With a smirk and a side eye my way. “Could you clean up that mess on the rug before it stains?”

Looking down between my feet I see my own seed glistening in long streaks leading to a puddle near the sofa. Most of it had been from me when I bust during the blowjob but I knew at least a few drops had dripped from Heather’s hot honey pot after the creampie. Nobody had ever let me cum inside of them before. Not without protection. Damn had that felt good!

“Yes, Ma’am!”

I slip from the blanket and walk up beside her to grab some paper towel. My naked body was a freaking mess of drool, cum and pussy juice and my spent penis didn’t swing like hers but I walk as bold and confident as she did. I can feel her eyes on me and the moment I arrive her hand glides down my back. My body was simply irresistible to her. Once she saw me she just had to touch me. It was one my absolutely favorite things about her.

“Cleaner’s under the sink.” She says in a smooth, suggestive tone. Peering over I see a very naughty grin playing at her lips.

“Oh?”

“Mm hm.”

“Alright.” Stepping back I pause…then bend over at the waist. Opening the cabinet door I start looking around for the cleaner. It was right there at the front in a spray bottle but I pretend not to find it right away. “Where did you say…oh!”

Gliding up behind me Heather presses into my ass and along the backs of my legs. Her thick, soft, low-hanging cock squeezes in between my ass cheeks. “Mmmm.” She runs her hands up my back then back along the side until they gripped my hips, just for a second. And in that second I her dick twitches. Leaning over me her big soft titties come to rest on my back. “Right there, my boy. In the front.”

I grip my crack around her heavy shaft once, twice, three times before saying in my froggy croak. “Here it is.”

“Mmmm.” Her smooth, trimmed nails claw down my back and again they pause a moment to grip my waist once more. Despite having just cum she wanted me. She wanted to fuck me so bad. It killed me to leave her wanting like this. Not only that…my butt hole and insides were all warm and thrumming. In a way I’d never felt before my body was yearned to be fucked. I wanted her as much she wanted me.

“Ohhhh.” I sigh lewdly and start to twerk my ass up and down her cock in hopes of being truly claimed. She was right of course. Her fingers in my ass had been the most I’d done with butt stuff. I was nowhere near ready for her massive monster. But by God, if she wanted me she could have me! “Ohhhh yessss.”

“Heh, heh, heh. Come here, lover.” She chuckles and pulls up to wrap me in a big hug from behind. One arm around me and one feeling up my ass she kisses my shoulder and whispers. “Soon, baby. Soon.”

“I want to feel you.” I plead.

“I know, baby. I know.” She gropes my pec and tickles my gooch. “Soon. As soon as we can.” Leaning back into her I take her loving hug with a longing sigh. With a smooch to my shoulder and a swat to my tush she says. “Now go clean up, messy boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

While I clean the mess on the floor and then my body Heather prepares the tea and and puts on some more music, this time a sultry Spanish guitar instrumental album. It is not long before we are settling back down on the sofa once more. She places my cup in easy reach then sits beside me. Pulling my near arm around her shoulders she leans into me and rests her head upon my shoulder.

Taking in a deep breath she holds it then lets it out slowly. “I didn’t even realize how much I missed having a man’s arms around me.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’m here to stay.”

Flesh to flesh she closes her eyes and snuggles in tight. “Never let me go.”

“Never.”

“Mmmm.” She coos blissfully. “You cold, baby?”

“Shhh.” I kiss her again. “I’m okay. Just lemme hold you.”

“Mmmm.” She nuzzles deeper then relaxes her nude flesh into mine. “Okay.”

My woman pressed to my side I hold her close and sip my soothing hot drink. I had suckled on her titties like a whelp, she’d cried in ecstasy riding my ‘big’ cock, I’d just gone down on her monster cock like a porn star yet here I was now feeling like a fucking champion and the man of the house. It was truly miraculous the feelings she could bring out in me. Small and coddled one minute, a virile lover the next, on the next tick submissive and sexy, then proud and manly the one after that, she had taken me through a whole spectrum of positive emotions. What a woman! What a date! What a life!

If only we could have sealed the deal. As lovely as this evening had been we had both been left not quite a hundred percent satisfied. Peering down her soft, curvy body my eyes linger on the fat, flaccid cock that even now dwarfed mine when I was hard. It beggared belief that I would ever be able to take her member at full arousal. But I knew it could be done. If Alexander could do it then so could I. She’d mentioned that she could prepare me with toys and plugs. That sounded interesting. If they felt as good as her fingers I was certainly game to try.

As I stared at Heather’s schlong my imagination wandered toward the other option of preparing me. Mia, Lily, Julie, and possibly even Rebecca. Strange as it was Heather was fully willing to share me with her family. She told me that it was up to me whether I wanted to become the family ‘Prince’. What a peculiar world I had stumbled into here. All of the ladies were beautiful in their own way and craving a man’s touch. I could be their safe man. I loved Heather as hard as I’d ever loved anybody, but I couldn’t deny being…tempted. Or at least curious. They weren’t as big as their matriarch. They could prepare me for her. A real dick had to be better than toys, right? I wondered, were their cocks closer to hers or mine? Who was biggest and who was smallest? Would I work myself up the ladder? Could I just choose one or was it an all or nothing sort of thing? And who might I choose to pop my cherry? I confess that Heather’s idea of sharing my first time with a fellow virgin did sound kind of nice. Although, maybe a more experienced hand would be better?

I chuckle and shake my head. Easy there, Elliot. Ladder? Work up the ladder!? You’re getting way ahead of yourself. Just enjoy this wonderful moment for what it was. The rest would take care of itself.

All warm and happy I stretch out while holding Heather as she sniffs and smooches against my neck. Taking a long sip of the citrusy sweet tea I let out a long, contented sigh.