Chapter 4: Ballplay
The day passes by quickly, neither Bernard or Abbie mentions their encounter the evening before.
Bernard's breath stank—it was humid and hot from age, livened by rotten teeth barely clinging to pink, swollen gums. Even as he had brushed his teeth his breath stank. He was lying in his bed propped up with pillows, feeling his cock growing hard again from the memory of yesterday.
Bernard removed his teeth and placed them in a glass of water on his bedside table. He couldn't help but touch himself even as he heard Abbie's knock on the door.
"Come in," he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
Abbie opened the door and walked in, wearing her loose t-shirt and silk shorts. Bernard's mouth watered at the sight of her, he yearned to take her in, feel her body against his skin, taste her flesh, ravage her.
Her eyes flicker to the tiny tent made in the cover by his erect cock.
"I want to return the favor, Bernard," she said, confidently. She walked closer to his bed and leaned over him, her breasts dangling inches from his face.
Bernard's hands trembled with anticipation as she pulled back the blankets and covered, revealing his stiff cock, already in his hand. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Bernard started jerking his cock, Abbie never taking her eyes of it.
"Let me return the favor" she said, as she stood up and pulled off her t-shirt revealing her perfect, firm tits in a white bra.
Bernard let out a low whistle, unable to believe his luck.
She pulled her shorts down , standing there in front of him in just her white silk underwear.
Her body was perfect, her skin was soft and flawless, her ass was firm and round, her legs long and smooth.
She crawled onto the bed and sat down opposite him, her eyes looking deep in his.
"we can do it together" her voice trembles.
She reaches for her panties, pulling them down her smooth legs and revealing her pussy to Bernard. He can't help but gasp at the sight of it. So pink, so wet, so perfect.
"you first," He said, gesturing to his cock, still slick in his hand.
Abbie starts moving her fingers in a circular motion, slowly, deliberately. She's watching Bernard, studying his every reaction. She licks her lips, the moisture glistening in the dim light.
Her fingers continue to move in that rhythmic, sensual motion. She's getting closer, Bernard can tell, and her breathing becomes more labored.
Bernard's own hand moves faster, his fingers gripping his cock tightly. He watches as Abbie begins to moan, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip. Her fingers work furiously, her wetness now soaking his sheets.
He watches as Abbie continues to touch herself, her hips bucking and her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Bernard," she moans, opening her eyes to look at him. "You make me so fucking wet." Abbie's voice is low and husky as she watches Bernard pleasure himself.
Bernard's hand moves faster, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he doesn't want to come yet. He wants to make this last as long as possible, savor every moment, every touch.
But as he watches Abbie's hand move faster, her fingers now drenched in her own wetness, he is harder than ever before.
"Oh, fuck, Bernard," she groans, her hips thrusting in time with her movements. "I'm so close." Abbie says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to come for you, Bernard." Abbie says, her voice hoarse and heavy.
Bernard watches as she moves her hand faster, her fingers slipping and sliding against her wetness. He can see her clit, swollen and red, begging for attention.
"Come for me, Abbie," Bernard says, his voice husky with need. "Let me see you come undone."
Abbie lets out a low moan, her hips thrusting harder against her hand. Bernard can see her getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
He wants to be inside of her, wants to feel her tight around him as she comes apart in his arms. But he knows this is not the time, this is about her, about her pleasure.
And then it happens.
Abbie lets out a cry of pleasure, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Bernard watches in awe as she comes apart in front of him, her tits bouncing, her hips bucking.
"Oh, fuck," Abbie moans, her fingers still moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "That was incredible, Bernard."
Bernard's own hand is still moving in time with hers, his fingers tight around his cock. He can feel his own pleasure building, the pressure in his balls growing stronger with each stroke. He imagines her taste, sweet and tart, like nectar from the gods.
Bernard feels like he is about to burst, watching her lose control. Abbie's legs are vibrating as she climaxes, her pussy clenching tightly around her fingers. Bernard's cock is hard as he is jerking it, taking in the view of her perfect body, the curves of her breasts, her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. He loves every inch of her and wants to bury himself in her warmth, feel her body shudder around his cock.
But something in the back of his mind nags him, telling him that he shouldn't. Bernard shakes off the thought, telling himself that he's just being paranoid, that he deserves this pleasure. And so, he continues to watch her, drinking in the sight of her, until her body relaxes and her breathing evens out.
Abbie blushes, her face red after her climax, making her even prettier. The color spreads from her cheeks down her neck, staining her chest a beautiful shade of pink.
"Thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
"No, thank you," Bernard replies, his own voice husky with desire. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Bernard said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Abbie smiles, her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. She looks at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"keep jerking it for me" Abbie begs
He nods, his hand moving slowly on his cock. He can feel the pressure building in his balls, the sensation growing stronger with each stroke.
His tiny cock is slick with pre-cum, his hand gliding smoothly over it. Bernard's breath hitches as he feels himself nearing the edge.
Just then, Abbie crawls up beside him, resting her head on his chest as she watches down on his cock as he is jerking it. The feeling of her weight against him, her soft breath against his skin, pushes him even closer to the edge. He is stroking her soft hair with his free hand. His fingers running down her smooth cheek, finding her lips
parted slightly and he cannot resist the temptation to brush his thumb over her bottom lip.
Abbie responds by opening her mouth wider and taking his thumb in. Sucking on it and playing with it with her tongue,
making Bernard gasp and moan in pleasure.
His cock is throbbing in his hand, he can feel the veins standing out, straining against his fingers. His balls feel heavy and full, the pressure building to the point of pain. He is so close.
Bernard can feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable. Abbie's warm mouth is sucking hard on his thumb as he fastens the pace of his jerking, his hips thrusting off the bed in time with his strokes. He wants to come, wants to feel the release, the pleasure, the rush. But he also doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't want to break the connection between them.
"Abbie," he moans, his hips bucking as he feels his orgasm building.
"Let me help you," she says, her voice soft. She reaches out and wraps her smooth warm hand around his balls, her fingers sliding smoothly over his slick skin, squeezing lightly. Bernard moans again, his hand stilling momentarily as he revels in the feel of her touch. She begins to massage him, rolling his balls between her fingers.
Bernard's breathing becomes more labored, his hips thrusting off the bed in time with Abbie's fingers on his balls. He can feel himself getting closer, the pressure building in his balls, his body tensing up. "I'm gonna come."
Abbie tightens her grip on his balls, squeezing lightly as she continues to massage them. She sucks harder on his thumb, her warm mouth surrounding his digit, her tongue swirling around it.
Bernard feels like he's going to explode, his orgasm building rapidly.
"Fuck, Abbie, I'm so close," he moans, his hips rocking up and down from the sensation.
Abbie's hand continues to massage his balls, feeling them draw up closer to his body as he nears his climax. She can feel the heat emanating from his cock, it is pulsating now.
"Come for me, Bernard," she whispers, her breath hot against his chest.
And with that, Bernard feels himself finally letting go. With a loud, guttural groan, he feels his cock pulsing, the warmth spreading as he shoots his hot load all over his chest, his stomach some even shoots up and finds Abbie's beautiful face. She doesn't pull away, instead she stays there, her eyes locked on his as he comes, her hand still wrapped around his balls.
Bernard feels himself shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still twitching in his hand. Abbie releases his balls, sitting up and Bernard sees the cum trickling down her cheek.
"Sorry," he says, feeling a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I didn't mean to do that." Bernard stammers, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure wash over him. She doesn't seem to mind, instead she smiles and uses her finger to scoop some of the cum and bring it to her lips. She licks it off and her eyes light up with pleasure.
Abbie simply smiles, a playful glint in her eyes. "I know," she says, "but it was hot as hell."
She leans forward, her lips meeting Bernard's in a soft kiss. Bernard can taste himself on her lips, can feel her chest rising and falling against his own as she breathes heavily.
His cock has already begun to soften, shrinking against his thigh as Abbie starts cleaning him up with a towel. The warmth of her hands as she wipes away the remnants of their taboo act sends shivers down his spine, making his cock twitch in response.
"Thank you, Abbie," he murmurs as she finishes, tossing the towel aside and settling back down next to him.
"No, thank you, Bernard," she replies, her voice soft and sincere. "That was...incredible."
Bernard nods in agreement, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over him. He's never felt this way before, not with any of the women he's been with in the past. There's something different about Abbie, something that draws him to her, makes him want to be around her all the time.
Abbie leaves his room, his cum soaked towel in her hand. As she lies in bed, the soaked towel in her hands
She greedily squeezes it, devouring every last drop of him. She can still taste the saltiness of his load on her lips, the lingering warmth of it still fresh in her throat. Her own pussy throbs with desire, still slick from their earlier encounter. She is desperate for more, her body craving the release that only Bernard can provide.
But as she squeezes the towel, feeling the last of his essence slip through her fingers, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knows that what she's doing is wrong, that she shouldn't be getting pleasure from an old man's cum. But she can't help it, she's addicted to the feeling, to the taste, to the sense of power that comes from knowing that she can bring him to the brink of pleasure with just her body.
Abbie sighs and sets the towel aside, knowing that she needs to get some sleep. She has a long day ahead of her, and she can't afford to be tired. She glances at the clock and sees that it's already past midnight. She needs to be up early in the morning to help Bernard with his morning routine, and she knows that he'll need her energy and focus. Her tongue is playing with the last remains of his cum in her mouth, before she swallows, and goes to sleep.