The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03

... call her princess as he stroked her face with his weather-beaten hands while his hoary balls bounced off her ass and his apparently-massive cock rearranged her insides?

"Hey, baby," she was saying, shaking him out of his dystopian reverie. She was already on her hands and knees from the yoga, but now she was crawling toward him.

"My goodness, you're hard," she marveled. "Why don't you take that out and let me take care of it?"

John grinned and began to fumble with his belt, while Al settled on her knees between his open thighs. "You liked that idea, did you?"

He looked into her eyes as he lifted his ass off the sofa and pushed his slacks and underwear down his thighs.

"Don't worry," she said. "FC isn't the one.

"Unless you want him to be."

She reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his tumescent shaft. She leaned down and ran her tongue up the fleshy underside, from just above his balls to the screaming bundle of nerve centers just beneath his knob.

"Is that what you want?"

Somehow, he avoided blurting out, "Yes! Yes! YES!"

"Hmmm. Well, that's okay. Because he's not my first choice anyway."

John tried to gather himself, as she worked her way back down his shaft, her tongue lashing from left to right as she descended.

"You've got a first choice?" he managed to ask.

"Uh huh." She reached the bottom of his erection and drew one testicle into her mouth.

"Who?" he asked, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer.

"Oh, baby," ...

... she cooed. "That's the whole point. You don't get to know." She wrapped her hand around him and tilted him toward her mouth, so she could engulf his knob between her soft pink lips and give him a suck. Then she released him again.

"But, yeah, I wanted someone who you might see every day. Someone who could smirk at you behind your back. Or maybe even right in your face."

John whimpered. God, he hated whimpering. He had been through some training about resisting torture. Not recently, but ... it was the kind of training you don't forget. But Al had a grip on him that no foreign adversary would ever have.

"So, the pool closes on Sunday," she said. She drew his other testicle into her mouth and sucked, and then released. "They're having an end-of-season party."

"Oh, yeah?" John breathed.

"Uh huh. So we should go. Because he's going to be there."

"He?"

"Yeah. He. The guy who gets it. The guy who's going to get me."

"Hegets it?" John asked, in a ragged voice.

"Yeah. I've been looking all month for the right guy. Someone who sees me as ... young and hot and horny ... a little reluctant, because it's so wrong ... but still hungry to taste a little more forbidden fruit before becoming Mrs. Captain John Barnwell."

John gasped at that. He wasn't sure what was hotter ... her description of herself, or the reminder that by the time they tied the knot, he would be both a captain, and a cuckold.

He looked down at her, her face full of the familiar excitement ...