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A Simple Life: Chapter 46
🕑 Added 2023-06-22 20:31:05 +0000 UTCJust before the stinging cum forces me to close my one open eye again I see Winona come back down to Earth from her soaring climax. Though my eyes are spooged shut I still sit pretty for her.
“Oh. Oh no.” Winona laughs. “Look at you! What a mess. Ha ha ha!” There is a zip from her fly rising. “Oh geez, damn. I guess I was a little pent up.”
The warm cum slowly oozing down my neck and dripping from my chin I lick my lips I then swallow and say. “I think so. Wow!”
“Come on Sprout.” The next thing I knew Winona was scooping an arm under my knees and holding me around the back. With a little grunt of effort she hoists me straight up off of my seat! Damn this girl was strong. I quickly relax into her sure arms. She carries me to the kitchen chair and sets me down again, as gentle as a feather. As I sit not really sure about what was happening I hear the faucet begin to run. A length of paper towel is placed in my hands. Using it I wipe my face of the messy load. “Aw. I got some on your new nightie. I’m sorry Sprout.”
“It’s okay.” I say with a titter. “It was fun!”
“I…I don’t know what got into me. On our first date!” She sighs. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“But I am.” I jest as I pull the gooey towels from my face. “I’m just that kinda girl. He he he.”
“Ha!” I look up to see her kneeling down in front of me. Somewhere along the way a light had been turned on. Taking the soiled paper towels from me she sets them to the side the begins to clean my face properly with a wet cloth. I could see her cheeks flushed from her orgasm giving her a lovely glow. When our eyes meet she smiles. I smile too. As she wipes my skin with the warm, wet cloth she says. “That face you made when I came…Avery!”
“This one?” I make my cute looking up with pleading eyes and open mouth look.
“YES!” She laughs as she daubs the cloth around my open mouth. “I came so fucking hard I thought I was gonna shoot out a nut. Ya gotta warn a girl before you break that shit out. Damn boy, that just ain’t fair.”
I giggle. “I always wanted to do that.”
“And I always wanted to try out Daddy.” She says as she swipes the little dimple beneath my nose. “I dabbled with Daddy with Kayla but she’d always tease me and get all weird about it and ham it up. Kinda spoiled things ya know?” She swirls the cloth around my right ear. “What, um, what did ya think?”
“I liked her!” I say softly. “I like Daddy a lot.”
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“Mmm mmm.” I shake my head.
“Good.” She says, relief in her voice. It was kinda funny seeing Winona as just Winona again after meeting Daddy. I sit still watching her, utterly smitten, as she cleans me up with firm, scrubbing swipes. She finishes off by dabbing at the spatters of semen that had hit my nightie. “There we go. Pretty as ever.” She looks up into my eyes and holds my gaze in hers…then cups my head and kisses me. As our lips part she whispers. “You make me weak Sprout.”
“I’m sorry.”
She pinches my chin. “That’s not a bad thing.” Getting up she takes the paper towel and throws them out then rinses out the cloth and tosses it toward the laundry basket across the room as if she were making a three-pointer. She misses by at least two feet.
“I like your tattoo.”
She looks down and spreads her shirt, her fingers tracing down across the ink. “Thanks! Dad got it for me for graduation.” She chuckles. “Mom was furious.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’ve got another on my back.” She spins around and pulls the shirt down over her shoulders to reveal her back. Her incredible back. She didn’t have the sculpted musculature of a body builder but the natural power of her athletic build was so sexy to behold. Her strong shoulders, her elegant lats, the graceful hourglass swoop of her midsection. Never mind the ink she was a work of art herself. The tattoo that she does reveal takes up most of her upper back and was every bit as spectacular as the one on the front, and judging by the same incredible detail in the feathers clearly done by the same talented artist. “Cool, huh?”
“A crow!”
“It’s Raven.” She peers back over her shoulder as if she somehow might see it and pulls her long hair to the side to give me the full view. The great corvid, the same color as her onyx hair, was viewed from above in full flight. Its beak is pointed up toward the base of her neck, its wings spread cross both of her shoulder blades, and its fanning tail feathers splayed down toward the small of her back. Though not a bird of prey there is a hint of danger that comes through the art
“Raven?”
“The shifter, the trickster, the pathfinder, the wily one. Spirit of change and transformation.” She says. “As a winkte I’ve always felt a kinship.”
“It’s wonderful!” I say. Something else catches my eye as I take in this masterpiece, something not so pretty. Poking up from the edge of her shirt along her left side I could see a bit of pretty nasty looking scar. “Oh. Wh-What happened there?”
Winona’s smile fades and she pulls her shirt back up over her shoulders. “Nothin.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
She turns to look at me, buttoning just the center button of her shirt. “Stupid shit. From when I was young.” She says. “The Rez, well, it’s not like it is here Sprout.”
“Oh.” I could hear in her tone that there was a story there, but a story that she didn’t want to tell right now.
“We didn’t even get to eat the snacks.” She holds out her hand. I take it and she pulls me to my feet. Hand in hand we walk back to the love seat which had, miraculously, been spared from Winona’s load. Every drop had made it onto her baby girl. We settle back down and Winona pulls the little table closer again. She offers me my wine. “You’ll probably want this.”
I smile and take the drink, the sweet wine mixing with the salty aftertaste. “I don’t actually mind the taste.”
“Really?” Her face twists. “I hate it!”
“I like it.” I smile proudly. “Like you said…I was born to suck cock.”
She lets out a bellowing laugh. “I did say that! Oh man.”
“It’s okay.”
“GAH! That was so amazing!” She says, her eyes alight with excitement. “You are SO good! That was the BEST head I’ve ever gotten. Easily.”
My grin grows at the wonderful ego-boosting compliment. “Even better than Kinky Kayla?”
“No contest.” She takes her drink in one hand as the fingers of the other plays through my hair. “How’s the cage?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Good.” She looks back toward the kitchen light and squints. “Damn it. Forgot the light on.”
“It’s okay.” I slide closer to her.
“But the mood…”
“It’s okay.” I say again as I lay my head down across the arm that stretched along the back of the love seat.
“Okay.” She says and relaxes into me.
For a time we just gaze, occasionally share a giggle over nothing at all, then carry on gazing as we nibble and sip. Normally after some sort of sexual act I would feel funny inside, uncomfortable at the tender emotions sex invariably exposed and anxious that I had let my partner down in someway. But with her…with her I only felt good. It stemmed from how she could laugh at things. How she spoke the truth in her heart, even if it was blunt. How she cared for my feelings. How she seemed to understand me. How her kindness allowed me to be myself, my real self. How she could be sooooo cool without even trying yet still be open and awkward and vulnerable and nerdy and genuine. And it was how, as Daddy, she’d taken control and let me know exactly what she wanted from me. She let me feel naughty and nasty, but in a playful way. I liked that!
Most of all though it was how she looked back at me. I could see myself, all cute and pretty, reflected in the pupils of her beautiful eyes. But it was the warm glow behind that reflection that made me feel so safe and dear. She looked at me like nobody else ever had. So many of the same feelings filling my heart were shining back at me from hers. Oh how I bask in her light.
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