The Morning After Pt. 05

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Thank you all for being patient… I know a lot of you have probably lost interest at this point but, for those of you who haven’t, I hope you enjoy this.

Covid (ugh…) has been such a drag. When it started, I was so boggled that I couldn’t write but now I’m really getting back into the groove. I have another two parts that are in the works – will most likely finish them within the next week – and figure to have this story finish at around 10 chapters. I don’t know exactly how it will end yet but I’ve found the ultimate direction and the words are really flowing. I even have some completely separate stories I’ve started but have put them on the back burner to see “The Morning After” through properly!

If you didn’t pick up on it in Part 4, I have much bigger plans for this story than you might have guessed with the first 3 parts. After re-reading the previous parts, I’ve been wanting to spend extra time developing the characters (much) further than I had: I think it’s worth it.

It’s in your hands now – love it, hate it – this story is moving on either way.

Enjoy!

Jane

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I got out of the cab down the block from the bar I was going to because I wanted to stretch my legs. They were one of my best features; toned, shapely and looked a mile long in the 5 inch strappy cork wedges I was wearing. Bootcut lowrise jeans flaunting my pert butt and to, top it all off, long blue halter that gave you full view of my athletic back while really letting my girls breathe. I opened my compact for one final inspection. Long blonde hair, perfect; lipstick, perfect; mascara, perfect; neckless dangling perfectly into my cleavage, you better fucking believe it.

I strolled up to the bar confident that I looked absolutely to die for. I opened the door, took a step inside and identified each other instantaneously. Our matching bright blue eyes zeroed in on each other and I made my seductive walk over to him at the very end of the bar.

“Jake?” I asked with a smile. He wore jeans that fit perfectly along with an equally well fitting black t-shirt that looked surprisingly chic on him.

“Hi, Nikki.” He smiled back, standing up to shake my hand. I shook it softly then quickly turned it into an affectionate hug with my arms around the back of his neck and body propped up on the tip toes of my wedges.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” I said before releasing him from the hug. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled again for a lengthy moment before sitting down.

It had been about a month since Jake and Adriana had their ‘little thing’ and abrupt parting of ways. Just enough time, in my opinion at least, for the two of them to have cooled off enough for me to finally treat myself to the increasingly compelling urge to ask him out and hopefully live out the sexy, and rather taboo, fantasies I’ve had ever since I heard and saw what he did with my sister. While she certainly enjoyed the moment, she was too faint of heart to embrace the experience after the dust settled. Me? I was not faint of heart.

“So…” Jake started.

“So…” I said flirtatiously.

“Here we are.”

“Here we are.” I confirmed. “On a date…”

“Does Adriana know about this?” He asked suspiciously.

“Nope.” I smirked.

“So you just stole my number off her phone and asked me out, huh?”

“Pretty much…” I said, increasing the flirtation.

He was even sexier in person. Tall, narrow hipped, broad shoulder and intense eyes. Oooooh… those eyes. I took in the mouth-watering shape of his pecs while he ordered us two drinks.

The conversation started small and boring, as they pretty much always do. But that didn’t last long. He was witty and impressively confident. I never thought I’d have so much in common with a 22 year old – we even shared the same favorite 80’s new wave bands…

“So… you and my sister.” I poked, changing the subject.

“Yeah… I don’t know what she told you…”

“Just enough.” I teased.

“Things happened in flash.” He said, trying to be modest. “Is it a problem for you? Her and I having a past?”

At that moment, I leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him good; open mouth, tongues playing, hands on. In that kiss, I felt all the sexual chemistry I was hoping for bubble to the surface and I knew this was going to be great. Our lips parted ways and we were eye to eye once again, this time nearly leering at each other; our gaze only breaking when the bartender interrupted us to deliver our second round of drinks.

“Can we be honest with each other?” I asked before taking a sip from my gin and tonic.

After taking a sip of his rye, he replied “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I mean, we’re both adults. Right? There’s no reason to kid each other.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Good.” I said, taking another sip. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Just like adults.” He quipped.

“You got it!” I laughed. “I’ll go first. Truth.”

“Alright” he started, “how alike are you and Adriana?”

“Tough opener…”

“In a nutshell?”

“Similar yalova escort enough.” I said, now taking a full swig from my G&T. “She doesn’t know what she wants, unlike me… Your turn.”

He shrugged. “Truth.”

“Did it turn you on that Adriana is basically twice your age?” I asked, quite eager for his reply.

“This has to be the truth?”

“Of course, duh.” I replied, excited for his answer.

He looked at me silently for a moment before saying, “Yes, it did. In fact… nothing has ever turned me on more.”

“Wow…” I said, almost blushing. I finished my drink and signaled the bartender for two more before turning back to Jake.

“Truth or dare?” he asked me.

“Truth.” I said, not yet ready for dare.

“This one is a two-parter.”

“I’ll let you have that this time but don’t push your luck.” I teased.

“How old are you?”

“Didn’t your mother teach you to never ask a woman her age?” I continued to tease. “But I’m proud to say I’m 44.”

“Got it. So the real question; does it turn you on that I’m literally half your age?”

I did speak, I just looked him in the eyes and nodded.

“In words?” He said quietly but assertively.

“So much so that’s I’m praying you’ll choose dare next.”

His eyes were locked in now and smiled as he said, “dare.”

“I dare you to come home with me tonight even though you’re literally half my age.” Just like that, we were kissing again. My hands squeezed his thighs while his strong hands held the bare skin of my open back. After it was over, we looked on at each other lustfully. He signaled the bartender for the check and turned back to face me.

“Your turn.” he said.

“Dare…” I said, having previously assumed the game was over.

“I dare you to indulge in every single thing that turns you on.”

“Oh my…” I blushed. “Give a mouse a cookie…”

* * * * *

Between Nikki and her sister, I couldn’t tell you who was sexier. I was upset about how things ended with Adriana but Nikki and I had a chemistry that felt equally potent.

As soon as the cab pulled away, Nikki and I were making out. Kissing and touching but just she was about to get under my clothes she stopped herself.

“Can we get some things out in the open?” she said quietly, hoping for a little privacy from the driver. “Before this whole thing starts?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not expecting anything from you except… a lot of fun.” She said.

“I get that.” I replied.

“I’m not expecting you to be my boyfriend and you can’t expect me to be your girlfriend.”

“Okay…” I started, “If this is about what happened with Adriana.”

“You mean…” her voice was now at a whisper, “how you fucked my sister’s brains out?”

“I guess?”

She walked her fingers up my abs and to my pec, moaning softly but still quite audible. “I mean let’s have a fling that neither one of us is ever going forget.”

“Deal.” I said with a smile and the make out resumed.

Once we were just a few blocks from Nikki’s, she stopped again.

“Did you mean what you said in the bar?”

“What part? I mean yes, regardless.”

“The part where you dared me to indulge in everything that turns me on. Did you mean that?”

“Yes…” I smiled, though looking at her seriously, “and you better do right by it.”

Nikki met my strong gaze with one of her own. She then asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” I replied.

“I dare you to do the same.” She said softly.

“I will.”

“Do you swear?” she asked.

“I swear.”

The cab stopped. I pulled out my wallet, overpaid the cabbie and stepped out without bothering to ask for change. We kissed again as soon as the door shut behind up.

“I’m still not convinced,” she said to me, “I think you’ll have to prove it.” Nikki took my hand and led me through the lobby of her modern condo building. We rode the elevator up in silence; the two of us holding hands, looking onward at our reflection in the mirrored elevator doors.

The doors opened and she led me out. Down the hall to the final door where we stopped and kissed. One big long kiss that said ‘this is it’.

“Are you going to prove it to me now?” she asked. “I’m not letting you in until you do.”

“I want to” I said, in a mild deer in the headlights sort of way, “but I’m not exactly sure how to do that properly.”

“Well… I need to know…” Nikki said, leaning in to kiss my neck, “that if I told you I want to get down on my knees…” her kiss turning to a mild bite, “and open my mouth for your big, young cock…” her bite released, “what would you say?”

“I’d say…” holding her killer body firmly, “I’m young enough to be your son…” feeling Nikki’s heart racing as I spoke, “and put it in your mouth anyway.”

Nikki nearly gasped and opened the door to her beautiful apartment.

* * * * *

I led him inside as my heart pounded in the space behind my excited C-cups. As thrilled as I was, I felt suddenly unready for escort yalova what was about to take place as I led him hand in hand to my giant sectional sofa. Faster and faster my heart was beating, knowing that, as soon as I turned to face him, something life changing was going to happen.

My presumption of being in control was proven false as he spun me around to face him and picked me right off my heels. I found myself suspended in his arms, jean clad legs wrapped around his hips and strappy cork wedges dug in tight ass. We kissed and kissed. By the time, he returned me to my feet, my un-readiness was gone and I was all fired up to fuck this young man the way I had dreamed about for over a month.

I took a step backward from Jake. My once sultry cleavage now a double nipple slip and my mouth open just enough for the tip of my tongue to protrude. He took a step towards me but I kept him at a distance.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, reaching behind to pull the knot on my halter. “You want to see my tits?” Jake looked like a wolf moving in for the kill. With a pull and toss, I was topless before him; still quite perky tits, sparkly neckless and dangly naval ring all beaming at him. “You’re young enough to have fed from these…” In the blink of an eye, Jake pulled off his shirt tossed it on the floor. I knew he was young… but damn…

“Be a good boy…” I said, turning my back on him, “and look away while a grown woman strips.” I tried to remain composed but I was nearly too excited to follow to the script I had planned for this very moment as the reality was even sluttier than I had envisioned; in the best way of course. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans one by one then bend down to unclasp my heels. Before I could, Jake’s hands were on my ass. I breathed heavily as I said, “No man you age has ever seen me naked before.” I felt his hand dip behind the fabric of my now accessible pants as my bare ass became the possession of his big hands.

“You leave the underwear at home when you go out on a date with a man half your age?” he said. Simply grasping my entire yoga-toned ass in his rugged hands and I already felt physically dominated. “Why, I could take you right now.” His voice was deep and a little intimidating. “That milfy pussy of your is right here.”

“Oh!” I chirped as his finger split my labia apart.

“You’re wet, Nikki…” And I was. Truly. Probably since the cab ride. “All hot and bothered…” he said, his wrist now between my thighs with his fingers up inside of me. “Is there something you want?”

“Yes…” I panted, “but it’s bad.” His fingers were really finding their rhythm, let alone the right spots.

“I know…” he said, “but you’re ready for it.”

“Are you?” I asked, finally looking back at him, “are you hard for a woman twice your age?” I had been too busy enjoying being fingered to notice that his jeans had come off, leaving the young man behind me in nothing but his black boxer briefs. “Oh my God” I panted, still being massaged from the inside as I laid my eyes upon the crazy large bulge that stretched out the elastic fibers of the front of his underwear. He was ready. Not that I should’ve been surprised by any of it but my ego was soaring from the sexual salute this muscly young buck was showing a woman of my age.

“I want to fuck your sexy, mature body, Nikki…”

“Oh, boy…” I said, pulling back until my back was pressed against his chest, his arms providing all length not to miss a beat with his skilled finger fucking of my pussy. “What would your mother say?”

“If she knew what I was about to do to you?” he whispered into my ear.

I spun around to kiss him. His covered erection pressed into my belly button while my bare tits pressed into his chest. After just a few amazing kisses, he scooped me up and put me on my back atop the sectional. I sat up with my legs long ways down the couch; naked from the waist up and my unbuttoned fly opened wide exposing my landing strip. I could see his cock flexing behind his underwear as he gripped the hem of my jeans and pulled them off me without even having to take off my slutty little shoes.

“Are you going to fuck me, Jake?” I gazed at the male specimen standing just beyond my feet. I looked like a milfy pornstar with my wedges four feet apart; bare gym-bunny legs at 10-and-2 leading in towards his final destination. My tits moved up and down with each deep breath and mouth opened slightly, offering options to my inappropriately young soon-to-be sexual partner.

“Is that what you call it?” He asked, thumbs beginning to pull down his briefs. “When a man puts his cock inside the aching wet pussy of a woman twice his age?”

“And makes her cum all over his young-” I said as his cock popped out, “fuuuuuck…” It was just as vast as Adriana had said. Very long, very thick and so beautifully sculpted that it looked like a masterful, yet daunting, work of art. And it was pointed at me like a loaded gun.

Jake moved closer to me until he was between my legs; one knee on the couch and one yalova escort bayan foot on the floor. Our genitals were close but not yet touching. His young stinger was as hard as I’ve ever seen jutting out like a circumcised plantain, casting a shadow over my athletic abdomen. My vagina looked and felt tiny as it waited below, eager to escalate our intergenerational mating ritual.

I stroked it with one hand, then two, then pulled him into one more fiery kiss. “Just as you are” I panted, feeling his sac bump against my pussy like a couple of golf balls.

“Too young to be inside you?”

“Completely bare…” I replied with a grin, “and inside me anyway.”

“Alright…” he said, as he backed off and put the mushroom tip of his cock inside me; a wave of euphoria rushed over me. “But I should tell you…” he said, our eyes staring into each other as he dove deeper very slowly. “That when I was born…” my eyes rolled back in my head with the carnal sensation of what I can only describe as giving birth in reverse. “You were my age…”

I bit my lip and tried to focus on spot on the ceiling. The combination of two entirely new experiences – a cock twice far larger and a man way, way younger than I’ve ever had – was so sensational, it made me dizzy. Then it happened. “Oww!” I muttered, baffled as I quickly put together what the pain inside me was coming from.

“The fuck?” he said, looking down at his two-thirds inserted penis.

“It’s umm…” I started, slowly pushing him out of me again. “My nuvaring.” As the bulbous head of his shaft reached the end, it sprung upwards hitting my clitoris on its way before my pussy snapped shut. The feeling was so intense, it sent a shockwave to my brain and nearly made me orgasm.

“Your what?” he asked, clearly ignorant of the contraceptive device that I mistakenly presumed was out reach of his anti-contraceptive wonder.

“My birth control. Hold on.” I said, reaching into myself to temporarily remove it, trying my best not to kill the mood. After a bit too much fumbling, I asked “Can you take it out?”

He looked at me unsurely. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” I said, stroking his cock. “I promise it’s still working.” His fingers entered me and I moaned. What I thought would be a mood killer suddenly felt very erotic. As soon as it was out, he plopped it on the glass coffee table. “That’s better.” Now able to sit up, I licked the length of his shaft then wrapped my lips around the tip before slowly sliding him deeper into my mouth. I’d always loved the taste of my own pussy but, on his dick, it felt wrong in all the right ways. Coming off him for a brief second, I got off the couch and onto my knees, looking into his eyes while I took him in again.

The expression on his face was more than flattering while he watched his young manhood slide past my pink lips and into the mouth of the older woman who was about to fuck him. I hummed softly as I blew him; lips wrapped tight around his girth, trying my best not to choke. His fingers combed through my platinum blonde hair and took hold. I relaxed my throat and went deep, unsure of how far I could go. Half way down, I gagged. Hard. I came up for air, staring deep into his eyes again while I caught my breath. “You taste young…”

He bent over and kissed me deeply. His hands squeezed my tits while I raked his chest with my nails. The kiss continued… the weighing sexual tension dancing on our tongues. I knew that as soon as this kiss ends, I would find out exactly what Jake being inside me feels like. Not in my mouth, not halfway in, but wholly coupled; expressing our uncontrollable attraction for each other in the ultimate form.

Jake raised me to my feet, our kiss still going strong. Standing on 5 inch heels and still shorter than him, I pondered my next move. I wanted to present my now unimpeded vagina to this young man in the most seductive way possible. From behind would be incredible. But no. We had to be face to face. Soon enough I was on my giant sectional again; on my back, knees together, bare ass on black leather with bright blonde hair everywhere.

He took a step in my direction. Resting on my elbows, our minds spoke to each other and legs opened up. My pussy dripped onto the leather as he moved closer and closer until he was right on top of me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long now.” I whispered, his hand ran down my stomach and played with my frilly naval ring, the tip of his cock expanding my pussy. “I’ll try not to enjoy it too much…” The sensation of his massive penis entering me inch by inch made it harder to think. “The first time I cum all over your 22 year old cock…” I moaned loudly as he ventured on, deeper than before. I watch it moving out of sight, trying to visualize on my stomach how far it was figuring it to be nearly underneath my belly button. I wanted him to say something -something dirty – just as he reaches the physical limit, whether it was his or mine was soon to be revealed. My moan turned to a scream as I felt him seemingly enter my uterus and stop, leaving me unsure if there was more of him on its way.

“If you cream on my 22 year old cock…” he said, directly into my ear. My eyes were shut. That giving birth in reverse feeling of before was back, now ten-fold, as it throbbed in place, rendering me practically impaled. “I’ll have to give you it all.” He pulled out a couple inches. “Just like your sister…”

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