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Cabin Cousins: Part 4
Cabin Cousins: Part 4
Costumes and characters.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.
We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could
both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.
"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.
"There's been a lot of that recently."
Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"
We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being
near each other.
Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show
you our costumes."
I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling
things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.
"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue
police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.
I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my
prisoner?"
"As much fun as that could be, no."
Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a
small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
headdress.
"We're the Village People?" I asked.
Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you
like it?"
"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"
"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."
She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."
The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I
couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.
"Do you... not like it?" I asked.
"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on
and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
showed up to the party. Okay?"
I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what
Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
be very careful in how I reacted.
"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded
me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
Open your eyes."
I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
the prospect of revealing so much skin.
While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was
talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."
My antics made Melissa giggle.
"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.
Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."
Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,
happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.
When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not
too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
the hem of the skirt.
"It's more than a bikini."
"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on
the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
the right words out for what she wanted to say.
I sat on the bed next to her.
"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She
asked, staring at the floor.
Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head
towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."
"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem
so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."
"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in
letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
maintaining eye contact.
She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed
muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
stunt double in Red Sonja."
I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was
a goddess."
This got a smile from her. "I think you're
biased."
"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She
still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"
"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels
really good."
"You look amazing."
"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I
don't know if I can take that."
She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every
guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.
"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a
girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."
I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She
still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
intent.
"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.
"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and
won't have to pretend anymore."
"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to
wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
but..."
She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with
admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.
"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.
"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing
my bare ass to everybody."
"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone
other than me can see it."
Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing
this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."
I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be
hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.
"That's fair." Then she said mischievously.
"Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."
We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her
warmly. "I love you."
"I love you." She replied.
"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I
said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
together."
I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.
"Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
hours."
"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"
"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not
wearing this to the video store."
We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street
from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
section.
After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the
box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.
"Nice." She said, grinning.
Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold
Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.
We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being
close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt
attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my
perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well,
her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.
The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to
more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.
"I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on
the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a
goddess."
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked
suggestively.
Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you
think I want to do?"
Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I
said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman
unless she can beat me in a fair fight."
Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line.
"That's a challenge I might think about someday."
"What about right now?"
"Why not?"
When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her
by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted
around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She
straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching
that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa
thought so too.
She leaned down and we kissed deeply.
I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen
will have what she demands."
"Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone
that made it sound like a command.
She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and
giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as
quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants
and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with
my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.
Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my
shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way
back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as
she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants
off, taking the red thong with them.
She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit
up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down.
She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail
of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading
them apart.
I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and
caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to
my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly
on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she
grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.
I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her
eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked
away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be
absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me,
seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.
My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much
quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she
sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior
queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in
satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.
Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum,
still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her
swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.
"That one was all mine." She purred, before
kissing me.
I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and
held her tight as we kissed.
She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she
pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."
She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself
onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.
Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my
tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body
responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push
up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed
against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of
her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading
her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body
complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me.
Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.
"Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the
edge of climax.
I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick
circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed
uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the
intensity with which I ate her.
She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my
arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply,
with Melissa still twitching occasionally.
We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said.
"Tasting myself on you is hot."
I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her
lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating
her.
"Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I
asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.
"Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You
did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."
Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She
raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in
pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat
up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she
gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.
Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my
hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her,
marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me,
drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching
her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated
in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each
sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.
I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are
a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.
When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin
pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her
ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her
hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I
could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show,
maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.
Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I
could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward
and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying
me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her
firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching
the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too
much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.
Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I
wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the
session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner
thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.
She must have been close because, with an exclamation of
primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped
tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.
We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed
my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms
around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground
her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other
seemingly inexhaustible.
Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed
each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had
shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual
release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her,
something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a
state of utter awe of this woman.
"You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words
were inadequate to express my feelings.
Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I
didn't go too far with being in control did I?"
I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really
hot."
She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really
good."
I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in
control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and
be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control,
particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just
follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was.
Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the
nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being
second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take
control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have
still loved it.
"It did." I agreed. "I like this side of
you."
"What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then
the other playfully.
She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that
she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was
exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an
inhibition.
"The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but
serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what
she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world
needs to see more of this part of you." Then
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We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could
both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.
"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.
"There's been a lot of that recently."
Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"
We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being
near each other.
Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show
you our costumes."
I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling
things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.
"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue
police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.
I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my
prisoner?"
"As much fun as that could be, no."
Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a
small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
headdress.
"We're the Village People?" I asked.
Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you
like it?"
"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"
"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."
She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."
The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I
couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.
"Do you... not like it?" I asked.
"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on
and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
showed up to the party. Okay?"
I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what
Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
be very careful in how I reacted.
"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded
me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
Open your eyes."
I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
the prospect of revealing so much skin.
While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was
talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."
My antics made Melissa giggle.
"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.
Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."
Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,
happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.
When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not
too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
the hem of the skirt.
"It's more than a bikini."
"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on
the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
the right words out for what she wanted to say.
I sat on the bed next to her.
"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She
asked, staring at the floor.
Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head
towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."
"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem
so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."
"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in
letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
maintaining eye contact.
She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed
muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
stunt double in Red Sonja."
I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was
a goddess."
This got a smile from her. "I think you're
biased."
"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She
still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"
"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels
really good."
"You look amazing."
"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I
don't know if I can take that."
She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every
guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.
"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a
girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."
I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She
still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
intent.
"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.
"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and
won't have to pretend anymore."
"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to
wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
but..."
She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with
admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.
"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.
"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing
my bare ass to everybody."
"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone
other than me can see it."
Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing
this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."
I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be
hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.
"That's fair." Then she said mischievously.
"Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."
We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her
warmly. "I love you."
"I love you." She replied.
"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I
said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
together."
I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.
"Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
hours."
"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"
"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not
wearing this to the video store."
We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street
from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
section.
After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the
box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.
"Nice." She said, grinning.
Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold
Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.
We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being
close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt
attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my
perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well,
her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.
The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to
more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.
"I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on
the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a
goddess."
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked
suggestively.
Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you
think I want to do?"
Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I
said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman
unless she can beat me in a fair fight."
Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line.
"That's a challenge I might think about someday."
"What about right now?"
"Why not?"
When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her
by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted
around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She
straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching
that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa
thought so too.
She leaned down and we kissed deeply.
I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen
will have what she demands."
"Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone
that made it sound like a command.
She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and
giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as
quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants
and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with
my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.
Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my
shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way
back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as
she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants
off, taking the red thong with them.
She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit
up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down.
She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail
of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading
them apart.
I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and
caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to
my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly
on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she
grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.
I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her
eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked
away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be
absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me,
seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.
My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much
quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she
sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior
queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in
satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.
Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum,
still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her
swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.
"That one was all mine." She purred, before
kissing me.
I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and
held her tight as we kissed.
She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she
pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."
She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself
onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.
Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my
tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body
responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push
up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed
against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of
her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading
her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body
complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me.
Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.
"Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the
edge of climax.
I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick
circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed
uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the
intensity with which I ate her.
She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my
arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply,
with Melissa still twitching occasionally.
We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said.
"Tasting myself on you is hot."
I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her
lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating
her.
"Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I
asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.
"Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You
did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."
Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She
raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in
pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat
up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she
gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.
Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my
hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her,
marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me,
drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching
her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated
in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each
sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.
I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are
a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.
When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin
pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her
ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her
hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I
could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show,
maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.
Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I
could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward
and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying
me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her
firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching
the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too
much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.
Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I
wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the
session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner
thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.
She must have been close because, with an exclamation of
primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped
tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.
We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed
my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms
around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground
her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other
seemingly inexhaustible.
Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed
each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had
shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual
release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her,
something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a
state of utter awe of this woman.
"You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words
were inadequate to express my feelings.
Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I
didn't go too far with being in control did I?"
I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really
hot."
She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really
good."
I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in
control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and
be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control,
particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just
follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was.
Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the
nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being
second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take
control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have
still loved it.
"It did." I agreed. "I like this side of
you."
"What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then
the other playfully.
She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that
she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was
exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an
inhibition.
"The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but
serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what
she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world
needs to see more of this part of you." Then
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