Free DarklyEverAfter by Allistar Parker

surprise, all she did was beam from ear to ear as she walked around me, staring at my legs and butt. I felt a little funny when she asked me to spin around like a ballerina, but I was not going to disobey any order. To my surprise, when I reached a point of facing the bed, I felt an immediate push to the cushion and her knee in the crack of my ass. It was not a painful feeling, just one of shock. Here I am, bent over the bed in the same position that my wife and I had done many times, but this time I was on the bed. Although I had often heard my wife curse as the waves of exhilaration rushed through her body, I couldn’t figure out just how we were going to accomplish this act in reverse. I may not be called Shorty, but I certainly wasn’t long enough to pull off this variation.
    “Don’t move. Not even an inch.”
    All right, I thought. I could just sit here for a minute. I could hear her rumbling around behind me as I just lay there trying to envision what she had in mind. Before my mind could comprehend all that was going on, I felt her presence, a sort of hair raising tingling feeling you get when you can sense someone so close. The table lamp flooded the area, leaving my shadow as the only darkness cast across the bed. I glimpsed her hips and hair in front of me before she slid her body under my face. Looking up, I noticed a full tattoo of a butterfly surrounding her shaved pussy lips. The hair on her mound gave the butterfly the appearance of a beard. The whole thing was wrapped in a funky style of body wear, some type of harness or bridle. I couldn’t be sure what is was, but I knew this was going to be fun.
    “Lick my clit. Go on. Lick it.”
    My tongue ran across the edge of her pussy lips, searching for a small delicate friend to caress. Instead, I found a large button begging to a fierce tongue lashing, and I obliged. Darting across the edge and around the top faster than I had ever done before, I managed to drag from her a few small moans, but I wanted her to moan loud and often. I wanted to feel her body rock from my expertise.
    I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy, licking and flicking all the edges, crevices and places I could find. Feeling a little bit uneasy French-kissing a butterfly, I forced myself to stay on task and licked her with a fury. When I could feel her tensing with each lick, I returned my tongue to her clit. I sucked her button into my mouth and firmly rolled my tongue over it. With every circle of her clit, I could feel her thigh muscles beginning to tighten around me. The force of those thighs was jerking my body around. My feet were having difficulty staying put on the rug.
    I thought she would explode. I couldn’t have gotten up from the bed if I had been her, but she did. I started to get up, but she wouldn’t allow it. Pushing me back down face first on the bed, she ordered me to stay still. Again, I obeyed.
    I wanted to see what all the commotion was behind me with all the banging and suitcase movement, but I dared not make a third mistake. I didn’t know how many were allowed, but I was sure I was dangerously near that number. I settled down and forgot the world behind me once I felt her ungloved hand reach around me a grab my dick. The feeling of a well-lubricated hand massaging the length of my shaft took all thoughts of anything else away and I once again sank into the world of sex with the Sex Bomb driving the world. Every few seconds, though, there was an unusual feeling of something touching my hips. It didn’t feel like her. It didn’t feel like clothing. I wasn’t sure what it felt like, but the motions and touches going on elsewhere drove that thought from my mind. It could wait.
    I felt her boobs on my back, the first touch of her nipples before the bobbing weight of her globes bounced between my shoulder blades. I could feel her thighs rubbing against me as she strained to reach all the way around me. The funny feeling returned, again, this time on my ass. Not