Three Little Words

My pubic area was surprisingly pale, especially in contrast with the darker skin of my penis and testicles. I thought I looked a little silly, but Christy’s expression changed my opinion completely. She held up a towel to dry me, but her eyes never left my pride and joy.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I love it. I love him. I love you!” She dried my legs when I stepped onto the rug. Then she gently patted the rest of me dry.

My penis was already growing, and it swelled even more as she held it out of the way. She kissed my balls and inhaled the clean scent. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek to my smooth skin. She rubbed her face over my shaft and planted soft kisses on my testicles.

She explored every inch of me with her lips, cheeks, and nose. I felt a little self-conscious, but she never noticed. She never even opened her eyes.

She simply rubbed her face all over my manhood and the newly hairless skin.

“Is it like you remember?” I finally asked. “From the magazine?”

“What magazine?” she said blissfully.

I chuckled and stroked her hair.

She looked up at me, and her blue eyes glowed with affection. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

She lowered her gaze to my erection and added, “And thank you, Mr.

Penis, for being so hard and soft at the same time. Thank you for being so patient with me. Thank you especially for spending so much time in my mouth. I know you’d rather be somewhere else.”

I did my best not to laugh. “Don’t worry, he’s pretty happy in your mouth.”

“Mmm, I know.” She kissed the tip and then sucked gently.

I ran my fingers through her hair and grabbed the back of her head. She braced her hands on my thighs as I guided her mouth onto my cock. She closed her lips with a soft moan when it touched the back of her throat.

I directed her with my hand as she began bobbing. Her mouth was hot and wet and smooth, and she sucked eagerly. I lasted barely five minutes before I felt the familiar tingle behind my balls. She sensed it too, and she slid her hands around to my ass. Her fingers gripped my cheeks and pulled me toward her.

The pressure built until I couldn’t stand it. I arched my back and erupted with a jolt that felt like half-pain, half-pleasure. Warm gouts of semen spewed over her tongue, and she held me in place with her hands on my butt.

I stiffened in the grips of the orgasm and then staggered when it tailed off.

Christy never relinquished her lip-lock as she swallowed. Then she kept her eyes closed and breathed through her nose. I panted to catch my own breath and had to brace myself as another shiver of pleasure hit me when she

slowly withdrew her lips.

My shaft glistened with saliva, although she immediately returned it to her mouth and sucked gently. She swallowed the last drops of come as my cock twitched with aftershocks. I felt drained, my muscles weak, but Christy didn’t show any signs of stopping. I finally had to push her away gently.

“Unh,” she complained, “I wasn’t done yet.”

“Keep going upstairs.” I lifted her to her feet. Her stiff nipples brushed my abdomen and sent a shiver up my spine. “I promised you a spanking, remember?”

“You really mean it? You’ll do it?”

“Mmm hmm. You’ll have to tell me if I hurt you, though.”

“But… I want you to hurt me.”

“Okay, then you need a safe word.” I ushered her out of the bathroom and toward the stairs.

“Why?”

“In case I really hurt you,” I explained. “It’s so you can beg and plead and cry out, but I won’t stop unless you say the safe word. It needs to be something you don’t normally say.”

“You’ve done this before.”

“Experience, remember? Kendall had some pretty wild fantasies.”

“You can say that again.”

“No wilder than yours.”

She turned and shot me a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

My eyes flashed.

She bounded away from me, up the stairs like a shot. I chased after her and caught up as she flopped on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes alight with mischief.

I lunged for her again but she rolled away. She was impossibly quick, and I silently cursed her brothers for ever teaching her how to play tag. She circled the bed and then leapt onto it. She scampered toward the door. I cut her off and caught her around the middle. She squirmed and struggled, but I held her tight. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and forced her over my knees. She stopped struggling.

Smack!

I left a red handprint on the white skin of her ass.

Smack!

And then on her other cheek.

Smack!

Again on the right.

Smack!

And the left.

She panted from the shock of it, but her body almost hummed with arousal. I rubbed her ass gently and then probed between her legs. Her pussy was soaked, and she gasped as I parted her lips and buried my two middle fingers. I finger-fucked her for several seconds before I abruptly pulled out and spanked her again.

I swatted each cheek several times, until they were both red from the attention. Then I thrust my fingers into her and felt her shudder. I spanked her several more times, and she writhed and gasped each time my hand struck her ass.