eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
humor
Length: Short
Heat Level: eXcess 1
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Warning: This title contains infidelity, graphic language and sex.
Betsy is the hot, sexy cougar next door, and Kevin gets a piece of her whenever he can avoid her husband, Dean. Luck has been on his side so far, but one of these days he is bound to get caught. The possibility that they could get caught is what excites Kevin, since he is a thrill-seeker. As he and Betsy spend the afternoon testing to see if there really is any truth to the Altoids mints/blow job myth, guess who comes home from work early? Yikes! How does Kevin get away? What does Betsy do to keep her husband from finding her lover? Kevin likes excitement, but this episode is the most excitement he has had in months!
EXCERPT:
Kevin flung the door open. Betsy squealed and jumped in his arms. She wore a black crotchless teddy and fishnet hose. She pressed her full breasts into his face. While her breasts drooped a bit with age, there wasn’t much fat on her body, which was tanned and toned. Her tummy was a bit soft, but Kevin liked the feel of her softness beneath his fingers. It was obvious she worked out. Kevin wondered if she’d had a little nip here and a little tuck there, but he was too polite to ask. His cougar had just celebrated her birthday, and she was hotter than a fried egg on a steaming car hood during the Dog Days of August.
“My, aren’t you the little slut? Love the outfit. Did the tits come with it?”
“The tits go where I go. You better love it. You bought it for me.”
“Let me break it in.”
He carried her to the bed. Both of them landed so hard on the mattress Betsy’s perfume bottles jangled on the dresser. She let out a laugh and sounded like a mule braying. Betsy was not known for her decorum. Kevin didn’t care because all he was interested in was sticking his rock hard wang in her hot, sticky cooze. And she wanted him so bad she could taste his jizz before he even shot it in her mouth.
Kevin grabbed her tits and bounced them together like croquet balls. Betsy pushed him out of the way with one stockinged foot. She pressed both hands against Kevin’s chest and shoved him onto his back. She reached for the metal tin on her bedroom dresser. Bottles of scented and flavored oil sat on that dresser within reach of any of Betsy’s fantasies. Right now, she had a Blowjob Goddess fantasy.
She wanted Kevin to squirm. She opened the tin and guessed how many would give him a Curiously Strong blowjob without burning his sensitive dick. Having no clue, she popped eight Altoids peppermints into her mouth. They should just about cover it. She hoped it wasn’t too many, but she knew Kevin wouldn’t complain. Like any man, he loved blowjobs. So what if she gave him one that was the equivalent of a Five Alarm Fire? She chewed the mints. The curiously strong flavor was so intense her eyes watered.
“Oh, I know what you’re gonna do!” He hugged his legs together.
She grabbed his knees and pried his legs apart. His dick bobbed in her face.
“Spread ‘em, Mister. The Blowjob Goddess is here to make you ache.”
Laughing the whole time, she tickled his chest and then his waist. Her hands didn’t stop moving until she reached his crotch. With one deft hand movement, she sent that red Jocko sailing across the room to land on a lampshade.
She clacked her teeth together loudly as her mouth approached his swollen cock. He pretended to curl away from her gnashing molars. Just before her lips touched his purple head, she began to sing.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the semen goes,
Pop! goes the penis.
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