Page 34 of All You Want
I arrange wax-dipped pinecones around a bed of twigs and place a split log in the center of the fireplace. Usually, I simply light a match, but because I need to get my dick to stand down, I take out my flints and strike them several times to get a spark. On my fifth try, the powdery flecks of hay I use for tinder catch with a whiff of smoke, and I’m able to nurse the tiny flame until it grabs onto the wax-dipped cones.
Soon, the fire is toasty and hot, but so is the firewood between my legs. Since Tami will be in the tub forever—I hear her draining it and refilling it—I settle back on my rocking chair and cover my crotch with a hardcover book.
“She’ll be riding big white cock when she comes. She’ll be riding big white cock…”
The dulcet tones of Tami’s operatic voice pound away at me, and I wonder if she’s inviting me to barge in. Too bad, I can’t. Despite Tami’s father inviting me to dinner and overtly using her to entice me into a deal with him, I have to keep myself free and clean. King George would like nothing better than to have the town sheriff at his beck and call. Not only that, he’d ask me to look the other way or even bribe me the way he did with old Sheriff Weaver.
I still don’t know what they were covering up, but I well remember the time I went to throw out the trash at the station and saw George hand Weaver a brown paper bag and pat him on the shoulder. They looked around furtively, but I’d ducked back behind the dumpster in the nick of time, my heart pounding and my palms sweaty.
“She’ll be wearing Todd’s pajamas when she comes. She’ll be wearing Todd’s pajamas when she comes…”
I can’t bear this. Maybe I can rub the tension out of my dick before Tami comes out of the bathroom. It’ll be quick. I grab a towel from the kitchen and settle back on my rocking chair. Closing my eyes, I cover myself with my grandma’s ripple afghan and lean back, unzipping my fly.
Sighing, I lick my lips and cup my balls with one hand while my other hand encircles my hard wood. I envision Tami’s plump, loving hand with the dimples on the wrists. Soft and fluffy, yet firm in grip. A shimmering of pleasure pulses from deep in my groin, and I let a moan rumble from my throat.
The vision is so beautiful and alluring, swirling with the scent of perfumed soap and hot, wet woman. She’s in the tub, rubbing the paint from that hot, dewy skin, and I’m imagining her voluptuous body covering mine.
I let the chair rock gently and restrain myself from stroking too hard. I want this to last, because I’ll never get another chance to have Tami wiggling in my bathtub, warm water sloshing and fingers busy—cleaning or maybe touching herself.
I picture her pinching her pink nipples and tickling the fleshy button beneath the curls at the junction of those luscious thighs. A smile licks my lips, and I inhale her savory scent as I imagine it—salty, tasty, and oh, so slippery.
The chair rocks, and my dick strains with rising tides of pleasure. It’s hard to hold my hand back from pumping like a fiend. But I’m disciplined, and I’m not going to undermine this epic dream.
The afghan slips to the floor, but I’m in the throes of Tami, and I can’t let go to retrieve it. She’s not coming out of that bathtub for at least another hour, what with the amount of paint staining her golden hair, her creamy skin, her kissable lips, her dainty tongue that’s so delectable and flexible, strong and able to give a man a lashing he’ll never forget.
My eyes snap open, and the goddess in all her glorious beauty kneels in front of the rocking chair, her back to the crackling fire.
“Tami! What are you doing?” I cover my package as best as I can with my hands—which are big, but not big enough.
“He’s coming out to greet me when I come,” she sings to the same tune. “Now, shut up, Sheriff, and let me…”
She doesn’t finish, because as I watch with helpless amazement, she slides her hands up my thighs, sending chills of pleasure straight to my balls. My cock twitches and pulses, but I can’t let myself burst out of control.
Her graceful hands fondle my balls and stroke my cock, fuller and thicker than I thought possible.
“Mmmm, Sheriff.” She licks her luscious lips. “I want you to arrest me and beat me with your nightstick.”
The fire is blazing hot, and my dick is hotter still. It’s plumping and about to explode, but I can’t take advantage of her, especially since she could accuse me of police brutality later on.
“Stop, not so fast.” I groan, straining my pelvis off the chair, but unable to push her away.
“Why Sheriff, I’m a fast driver, and you never ticket me for speeding, why stop now?”
Nothing in me wants to stop, least of all my hard cock and pounding heart. Except if she keeps touching me, this will be over soon, and I might never get another chance to make all the love I want to make with her.
Forcing myself against my will, I unlatch her hands from my zinging erection and lift her from her knees. I’m still seated in my grandmother’s rocking chair, still unsure if this is real or a dream when her pendulous boobs bounce against my face.
Instinctively, my greedy hands palm the pillowy mounds, and my hungry lips latch onto her pink nipples, alternating between them. I suckle and lap, feasting on the tender sweet buns I’ve always dreamed of tasting.
While I’m busy sucking and fondling, the naked goddess moans and pants with undisguised pleasure. She climbs over me, holding onto my shoulders, and her movement sets the rocking chair to a slow, swaying motion.
Her gorgeous thighs spread open across my lap. “Let’s see how fast and quick drawing you are with that gargantuan pistol of yours.”
“I, uh.” My voice is too strangled to finish any protest. I gape at her, helpless and enthralled as she lowers her hot wet slit, rubbing it deliciously across the length of my pistol, er, I mean, my cock.
She keeps teasing me, not quite settling her slick holster on target. It’s tortuous, and I’m still on the verge of bursting. I can’t let our first time go up in an inglorious spurt of ignominy.
For one excruciating second, I think I’m finished, killed, dead from unsated desire, and in the next, my goddess rears herself up and plunges all her hot, soaking wetness over my long, thick shaft—all the way to the hilt.
