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Authors: A.T. Smith

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance

Love LockDown (34 page)

“Eyes off Antonio’s girl Leighton, especially when your fine ass one is standing here.” I say jokingly, gesturing to my mammoth pregnant form.

“Hey, I can appreciate a good looking woman can’t I?” he says innocently, hiding the fact he would clearly fuck her in a heartbeat.

“Of course you can just not when I can clearly see you doing so. Now Debbie, how would you like to come and sit down and leave these brutes to talk. All of this male testosterone and ego is far too much for me today.” I gesture for her to follow me.

I hear her heels clicking behind me on the hardwood floor of the corridors as I make my way to our lounge.

I sit myself down onto one of the seats, and bring my legs up to me to get myself comfortable.

“I remember being so close to my due date, it’s exciting, and wonderful but God it can be such a pain in the arse.” the longing look in her eyes tells me she is already missing being around her children.

“God yes, just want the baby here so I can sleep without a foot in my rib or in my fricking bladder. Whoever said pregnancy makes you glow is a fucking liar.” I laugh out loud rubbing my stomach. “Don’t get me wrong I love being pregnant but this far along, I can’t do anything without help. I’m just too big.”

“It’ll be all worth it when your beautiful baby is here. Antonio doesn’t shut up about being an uncle and God father. He is brilliant with my kiddies.” I don’t doubt it for a second; Antonio is the big friendly giant.

“Antonio is a big teddy bear, he acts all scary and tough but underneath all that muscle and pure sexual rawness he is no more harmful than a puppy. I would give anything to watch that man in the sack with all that passion. God, what a thought.” My pregnancy hormones mixed with my pent up need for release, from the earlier activities, has me wanting to jump anything with a heartbeat, even the sexy women sat next to me.

“He is un-bel-ievable and Jesus Christ he is so big. He told me the other day that he’s been with a man before, how fricking hot is that.” Her complete openness about her sexual relationship is admirable. It is hard to find a woman so easy to be around as myself or Maria. Maria would love Debbie, the same bubbliness and fascination in bedroom activities as the pair of us.

A switch clicks in my head when I realise both Leighton and Antonio have both been with a man, and my mind goes into overdrive further knowing that almost certainly they have been with each other.

“Leighton has also been with a man before. I’ve been trying to find a way to ask him to let someone join us, I so want to watch, I know it’s totally perverted, but damn that is such a turn on. You heard him in the kitchen he wants it, I know he does.” I wonder if Leighton had known Debbie and Antonio were stood ogling, knowing him probably.

“I did hear, and God damn, I just wanted to join in right then. Your mouth looked so hot on his dick.” God do not tell me, she swung both ways as well. I swallow the lump in my throat at the feelings I was getting by looking at her gorgeous body, her tits were just beckoning me to reach out and touch them.

There is an awkward silence in the room; I concentrate on her chest, the rise and fall as each breath she inhales pushes her outstanding tits further forward, her nipples clearly visible through the delicate lace and cotton of her blouse and bra.

I can’t stand the silence anymore, I, for some reason need her more than the air in the room at this moment, her feminine scent of arousal cleanses the air and causes a delicious throb deep inside my pussy.

“Sorry,” I tell her before I lean forward and take her in a passionate kiss. Her hands reach out to the back of my head pulling me in further to her. Right here and now I know she wants this, that she won’t stop me.

I move closer to her on the couch, kneeling up in front of her. I look into her eyes, and gently bit her plump sexy lip. “I need this.” I tell her before continuing our embrace.

Her tongue immediately pushes through seeking entrance. She tastes of mint and sweet, crisp rosé wine. She kisses like nothing I have ever experienced before. Possibly better than Leighton. She knows what I need and she takes pleasure in getting me there.

Her hand pushes mine aside to prevent the massaging I was currently doing to her breast, to stop me from feeling her erect little buds pushing against my palm.

She pushes her hand under my top and skims it over my bump and up to my bra, sweeping it underneath. Her cool fingertips graze my skin. Reaching my already hardened nipple she rolls it between her forefinger and thumb, a delicious jolt of pleasure running through me causing me to push my chest further into her caress.

“God,” I cry as I deepen our kiss, flicking my tongue against hers, with a desperate need for release building inside of me.

Debbie pushes me back onto the sofa so I am lying down. She kneels above me, her breasts falling from within the confinements of her bra. I reach up to grab them with both of my hands but she maneuvers her own hands onto mine, clasping my wrists and moving them above my head.

“Do not move them.” She commands me before gently sweeping my shirt up my body and over my head, revealing my black lace bra and pregnant stomach. “God a pregnant woman is just too sexy.”

She brings her head down in the crevice of my neck where she begins to nibble and kiss me so erotically I almost cum right then and there.

When I think I might literally die from orgasm withdrawal she starts to move in a southerly direction down my body. Reaching my lace clad tits she pulls the material down over them so that it is sat underneath my heavy breasts. This pushes them higher up and into her waiting hands and mouth. She massages one tender breast whilst her teeth and lips assault the other.

My body arches into her, the soft feel of her skin through the blouse she is wearing warming me.

I feel her move slowly down my body, tracing around the surface of my raised belly and eventually reaching between my thighs with her fingers. The leggings I am wearing are in the way of any direct contact but her delicate trail still leaves a tingle in its wake.

She raises her head from my breast, licks my nipple once more and then looks up to me. Her piercing blue eyes penetrate through me, the ice of them cooling my heated flesh. She winks at me seductively before lowering her head once more.

Expecting to have my other tit licked and sucked in the same orgasmic way, leaves me disappointed. She starts to kiss down my body, lightly flicking, licking and sucking at me.

When she reaches my mound, her face directly in front of my aching pussy she leans her head in and takes a deep breath of my arousal. “God you smell so good, all sweet, musky and sexy.” I lift my hips to bring my cunt further into her warm breath.

“Let’s get rid of these.” She takes the opportunity of my hips rising off of the sofa to place her hands under my arse and drag my leggings down my thighs and then my calves, eventually removing them completely.

She chucks them across the room, and then does the same with my lace thong. “I love a woman who even if she is pregnant still wears the underwear to drive someone insane.”

“Please,” I beg, my hands still above my head were she has commanded they stay.

“What do you need Abigail, what do you want me to do?” the dominance within her, that wasn’t clear before, is rippling in waves of lust from her. The tone she is using has me clenching, trying to pull the orgasm that is in sight, from me.

“Please,” I plead again, not sure how to ask her, and not sure whether to use the filthy words that are flying through my thoughts.

“I won’t do anything, not until you ask Abigail.” She teases my slit with her fingers, blowing warm air onto it, but never letting her lips close.

“Lick my cunt Debbie.” The vile words leave my throat in a rush. Instantly Debbie’s mouth collides with me, her tongue sweeps the length of my pussy and dips inside my drenched channel. Her fingers ease inside of me, one at first and then a second, filling my tight walls. Her tongue moves up me, sliding onto my swollen clit. She torments me, flicking roughly, sucking harshly and nibbling on it, my body is convulsing like I am having a seizure.

I need to cum; the need for release is so bad it has me moving my hands to grab her hair so I can ride myself against her mouth and fingers.

I feel Debbie’s warm hands clasp my wrists. Her tongue seizes to move as she raises her head to me.

“What did I say about staying still Abigail, did I say you could move your hands.” the devilish glint in her eyes has me knowing she isn’t being nasty, she wants me to cum, she wants me to ride her like I am, but I have to earn it, I have to beg.

“Please, let me cum, I’ll do anything.” I bargain with her, hoping that she’d accommodate me and let me release this tension within me. I am wound tight like a spring and soon I will detonate.

“Anything?” the wicked ideas flicking through her head must be good, because she stands from within my parted thighs, my juices coating her lips, and places her feet on the floor.

Slowly and painfully she removes her clothes, first her slim trousers and delicate blouse. I almost choke when I see the red, barely there, lingerie, including a matching garter and beautiful fine silk stockings. The lump in my throat begins to close up my airway and makes me hyperventilate.

I have never had this urge, the need to want to bury my face between a woman’s legs and lap at her sweet nectar. I can appreciate a woman’s beauty and maybe even want to kiss them, but this need to want to please Debbie, to take her everywhere and anyway I can, is too much to control.

I lean up on my elbows as I watch her teasingly remove her bra, her beautiful breasts springing free. Turning around, so her curved spine is in my view, her squeezable backside barely covered by the intricate lace, she bends over, sliding her knickers down her legs. When her pussy is in clear view all I want to do is bring my tongue to it and take a long sweeping lick.

“Jesus.” I exclaim trying to hold in the need to pin her down and make her cum.

“Now, Miss Abigail, seen as I’ve licked that delicious cunt of yours, it’s only fair that I get my turn. Only problem is, I haven’t had enough of you yet, you just taste too damn good for me to stop.” She climbs onto the sofa and on over the top of me, turning round so her feet are at the top end beside my head, her beautiful slit within my view.

I lick my lips at the sight, preparing myself for the first time I will lick another woman out, to eat and feast on her like she is Christmas bloody dinner. She doesn’t give me a chance to think too much because without saying anything she brings her face down between my legs and once again begins to lap and suck at me. Filling me with her fingers and teasing my clit. I take a deep breath and watch as her pussy contracts in front of me.

I reach my head and hands up to connect with her. My hands circle around her arse and back to pull her further to my face, the sweet smell of her dripping pussy drawing me to her, like a moth to a flame and like a bee to the sweet sugary nectar that is her.

I take my chances and do what my gut tells me to do. My tongue reaches out and licks a long strike between her damp folds. The judder in her body indicates to me that I have in fact affected her and she is liking it.

As I push my fingers into her, her velvet soft walls surround me tightly; her face lifts from my pussy, her hot breath lingering there. “Abigail, God, that’s so good. Keep doing that,” her encouragement has me eating her like I am starving woman. I pummel two of my fingers in and out of her, my tongue drinking her in, nibbling and sucking at her swollen lips.

I can feel her licking me with such ferocity it makes me react the same. Every lick and suck she performs I copy.

I am close to explosion, a dangerous, shattering earthquake, above anything even feasible on the Richter scale.

“I’m going to cum Debbie,” I warn her before my orgasm hits me full force, my walls clench around her fingers while my pussy drips my release onto her warm soft hands. Her own orgasm rips through her as her own cunt contracts around me.

“Yes, Abigail, Babe, I’m coming.” She screams her release like a wild animal, the pleasure and eroticism of this entire ordeal has me screaming along with her. I have never experienced something so sexy and hot in my whole lifetime.

When we have both come down from the shaking high we had hit, she climbs from my body, her naked form still just as sexy as it was before.

“Now that is fucking hot.” I hear the breathy, sexy, husky voice of my fiancé somewhere nearby.

Chapter Thirty-Two

 

Debbie and I swing our heads around to see our two men stood watching us. Both naked, ripped and toned, their tanned chests beckoning us. Leighton has his big hand grasped around himself, gliding it smoothly up and down his length.

I shouldn’t look next to him, at Antonio’s naked form, it is wrong, he is Leighton’s best friend, and like a brother to me, but Jesus Christ he is something to look at.

Taller and broader than my Leighton, a bigger dick in every sense, longer and thicker, the perfect amount of veins rippling through it. And the tattoos covering the majority of his chest and arms are making me salivate. He is pure Godliness. I don’t just want him to fuck Leighton I want him to fuck me for heaven’s sake. How wrong is that?

“Leighton, your women is looking at me like she really wants to feast on me, you need to tell her to stop or I might just let her.” Antonio warns Leighton, staring at me like I am a piece of meat, his fist gripped tightly around his outstanding length. His hand slithers up and down, fucking himself with vigor.

Debbie stalks across the lounge to the men, still completely naked, her pure confidence and womanly essence fills the space. She stops in front of Antonio, looking to Leighton and telling him “Nice dick” before turning back to Antonio’s flustered body.

“Down boys, you got to watch us, which I’m sure you thoroughly enjoyed; now it’s our turn to watch. I know a hundred percent you both like a little man, and I’m almost certain you’ve enjoyed each other without ever mentioning it to either of us, so how ‘bout you entertain us a little. I know you’re both dying to, I heard you earlier Leighton how you want a dick in your arse and what better dick than the one this sexy man here possesses.” She looks back and forth between the two then turns and walks away.

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