Free The Bridge by Allistar Parker Page A

ever orgasmed, making the morning all the more
special.
    He wanted the guys of the world to lust after
me. As my body had never caused any lust in anyone, I reveled in
his ability to make me lust worthy. He got pleasure out of the
hound calls and dirty glances I caused in other guys. The missed
meals and tightened corsets were well worth the benefits I
received. Seeing the pleasure in his eyes as one guy after another
begged to see my tits made living for him that much better.
    Stuck at home with our dog, Ralph, he made
cocoa and brightened the night with a hint of peppermint schnapps.
The scent of oak drifted through the den when the fire finally
caught. We hadn’t made popcorn over a fire in years, but the
crackle of the embers and the corn popping brought me back to times
in our youth.
    I snuggled into a blanket by the fire when
the current failed. It wasn’t long before I felt him spooning up
next to me. Soft gentle kisses rained down on my neck as he worked
his way to my shirt collar. His hot breath foreshadowed the warmth
his naked body would deliver in only a few seconds.
    I reached behind me to grasp his half flaccid
dick and rub it against my ass. The friction from the flannel
quickly brought his rod to full attention. In my mind, I could see
that engorged purple gland stretching and pulling, trying to
penetrate my flannel barrier with each pulse from his veins. The
gentleness of his hand gliding down my pants kept me from
resisting. With the last stroke, I shoved his dick between my
thighs, holding him tight as I could with my muscles.
    I felt a small, cold chill develop on my
mons. My red pubic hairs stood straight, all aligned with the goose
bumps developing over my body. Ice! That sneaky guy slid an
ice cube between my legs and was using it to draw all kinds of
sensations to bear on my body. The cool feeling spread across my
skin and down into my lower lips. A small river of water dripped
onto the blanket as he trailed the ice to my belly button.
Shivering, I still couldn’t stop him. Even with the discomfort, I
loved the feeling he was building in my body.
    I pulled my belly tightly into my body,
hoping this would stem the tide of laughter building inside of me.
Each pass of the cube along my pubs sent another shiver rattling
the goose bumps. I sucked air in to keep my composure.
    I didn’t fight him. On the contrary, I
welcomed his invasion between my legs. The feel of the ice was
stimulating me, but I wanted his dick to service. His hands finally
removed the ice from my pussy lips and hair, dropping the ice to
the floor. He never stopped his assault on my lap, though.
    I found my way to my back, opening my entire
front erogenous zone to my husband. From the tip of my most
sensitive nipple to the depths of my vagina, I knew he was about to
ravage my body. His finger rolled over my clit gentler than usual.
The warmth from his touch relived the chill I still felt from the
ice. Shivers echoed up my waiting tunnel. His finger slowed from
the tension in my muscles. My fluids flowed freely around my cunt,
wicking up to my clit. Had it not been for his slow, but deliberate
circular strokes on it, I might have lasted long enough for him to
mount me. My moaning started in the back of my throat, pulling a
cool shiver up my spine. Once my hips felt my vibrating muscles,
they joined the fun, spasming with their own reverberations.
    His warm lips covered mine, pulling my
attention from the aftermath of my first orgasm. His tongue swirled
around mine, entangling our tongues in a game of lustful
temptation. I felt his hand slowly moving up my back, making a wet
trail along my spine. He found my breast, yes the one breast
craving attention. With each touch of my nipple, he created a new
thrill for me. All this stimulation had me begging for his dick. I
wanted it deep in my pussy, buried deep enough to fill me and drive
me closer to ecstasy.
    As he crawled over me, I could feel his
approaching monster dragging across my