Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2023 09:04:46 -0400 From: Samuel Stefanik Subject: Stolen Love. Chapter 52 How long has it been since we've had some raw, sweaty sex? It's been one hell of a long while. I think the last time was when Shawn gave Church to Bem for Bem's birthday. Everyone thought that chapter was out of place. Those who thought that were right. This is a party though, so it seems like the right time for some intimacy. Let's get after it! Disclaimer: If you're younger than 18 or find these kinds of stories offensive, please close up now and have a great day! If you are of legal age and are interested, by all means keep going. I'll be glad to have you along for the journey. Please donate to Nifty. This is a great resource for great stories and a useful outlet to authors like me and readers like you. Crown Vic to a Parallel World: Stolen Love The third and final installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips 52 A Long Overdue Party: Later That Night Shawn and I crashed into our apartment, our limbs tangled together as we tried to strip each other. Our mouths tried to kiss through a layer of stretchy fabric. At the end of the party, we'd said goodnight to everyone and retreated toward our residence. Once clear of any onlookers, I'd pulled a pair of Shawn's briefs from my pocket to smell them while we crossed the entryway and climbed the stairs. Shawn tried to snatch them from my hand. I kept them from him and pulled them over my face. The way I put them on, the waistband circled under my jaw and over my head, the leg holes were at my cheeks and the sides of my face, the crotch was over my mouth and the small piece of fabric that would have nestled behind Shawn's balls was directly over my nose. I'd pronounced myself `The Underwear Monster' and told Shawn I was going to `possess all the underwear for myself.' I announced this and did my best to acquire the pair he currently was wearing while he and I climbed the steps to our place. Shawn fought me off through fits of giggling hysterics until we came to the closed door. We piled against it and couldn't get it open because each of us was laughing too hard to say our names to the voice activated door. I kept trying to strip Shawn and kiss him through the underwear over my face. He half fought with me, and half tried to strip me as he accepted my kisses through the underwear on my face. One of our voices eventually said something the security system recognized, and the door burst open to let us crash through, into the apartment. Shawn leapt away from me and ran giggling through the open floor plan of the place. He jumped onto the bed, stripped his clothes down to the underwear I was after, and pledged to "fight me to his last breath to protect his underwear!" I stripped my own clothes, including my underwear, and pursued him. The only garment I didn't remove was the underwear I wore over my face. My every breath filled my senses with Shawn's musk. It aroused me even as I roared with laughter. I followed my full-hard cock across the room and vaulted onto the bed to wrestle with Shawn. I wrapped him in my arms and fell onto the mattress with him on top of me. I held him against my body as we laughed ourselves out and settled. "You are the silliest ass of all the silly asses there ever were." He said as he removed his underwear from my face. "What you did to me tonight...oh, I am going to fuck you so hard! I am so horny, I feel like I'm ready to come out of my skin." Andy's words from earlier rang in my head. `Folded in half and mercilessly fucked.' My nephew had said. `Fine with me.' I thought eagerly. I encouraged Shawn in the best way I knew. "Give it to me, BEAST!" Shawn shivered with erotic anticipation in my arms. "Oh, FUCK!" He said through his desire and passion. "I need to fuck you just so I can calm down enough to fuck you!" I lifted Shawn off me with magic and raised my legs until my knees were next to my chest. I pulled on the backs of my knees until my hips rotated up and pointed my hole in the air. I arranged Shawn so he was on his knees and my hole was aimed at him on full, needy display. I pushed out to flex my hole at him, winking it to beg him inside. "DO IT!" I pleaded. "Fuck me BEAST! Pound my ass. Make me scream!" Shawn grinned pure sex down at me. He'd gotten control over himself and was going to tease me a bit. He used the first three fingers of his right hand to tap against the outside of my hole. He pressed on it and rubbed around the sensitive ring. "You want it, love?" He asked me. "Tell me what you want." Shawn taunted me and rubbed the same fingers over my perineum. My cock throbbed as he teased me. My hole quivered and begged. I needed his sex. I had to have him inside me. I was tempted to hold him down with magic and ride him until he painted my insides. I whimpered with desperate need. "Please...please," I begged, "give me your dick. Fuck me, love." I pulled harder on the backs of my knees to raise my ass even higher. I presented myself to Shawn and flexed my hole some more. "Please." I begged without caring how desperate I sounded. Shawn spit on his fingers and rubbed it into my hole. He spit on my hole and rubbed it in. I was getting ready to beg him again when he finally lined up and pressed inside me. He filled me with a single lunge. When he was balls deep, he ground his hips against me to stir my insides with his hardness. I sighed as my hole burned for just a second before it adjusted to the familiar violation of my husband's welcome presence. Shawn leaned over my body, between my legs, and put his face in mine. His taught belly pressed against my package and trapped my throbbing member between us. Shawn smoothed my hair down over my head and breathed over my face. "How do you want it, my love?" "ROUGH!" I pleaded. "MAKE ME FEEL IT!" Shawn grinned his grin of pure sex in my face and his eyes narrowed to sensuous slits. I could feel his pleasure and satisfaction over our link. I guessed he was pleased the way I begged to be fucked. Shawn loved to top me. He loved to do it tenderly, but he also loved to pound my ass. I loved getting pounded. I loved when he'd batter my hole. I loved hearing the sticky slap of his hips against my muscular ass. I loved feeling the ripple of the impact through my body. I loved the way he'd stare into my eyes with that frozen gaze of his while he took his pleasure from me and gave back as much as he got. Shawn also loved to tease. As much as I whimpered and complained while he did it, that was as much as I loved to be on the receiving end of it. He wasn't quite ready to fuck me yet. There was more teasing he wanted to do. He did it by asking me more questions. "Where do you want me to finish?" He asked and stirred my insides again. "The way you've been edging me all night, it's going to be big." Shawn's words and the way he kept grinding himself into me was making me crazy. Still, the idea of a huge load was compelling. I wanted to hear more about it before I decided where I wanted him to put it. As much as I loved the feeling of rope after thick rope of cum being blasted into my guts, I also loved having it painted across my body. That was a special pleasure because then Shawn would lick it off and share it with me. My favorite, though, the ultimate treat, was when he would shoot it right into my mouth. Nothing was creamier, or sweeter, or nastier than when he would fuck my ass until he was right on the razor's edge of orgasm, then pull out, clamber over my body, then fill my greedy mouth with his essence. I decided that's what I wanted. I wanted that treat. I craved it. I wanted everything my husband could give me. I wanted his energy in the form of a brutal pounding. I wanted to feel the fire of his lust across our link. I wanted him to overwhelm my physical senses. I wanted to feel his smooth, hot skin. I wanted to breathe his tangy musk. I wanted to taste his salty sweat, and finally I wanted the rich cream of his orgasm. I wanted it all, and I knew Shawn was ready to give me what I wanted, what I desperately needed. "Feed me." I exposed my desire to Shawn. "I want to taste it. I want to roll it on my tongue and feel it slide down my throat. I want it to swim in my belly until my body makes it a part of me. I want to know that my body, this body that you love to fuck, that at least a small part of me started inside your balls." Shawn's eyes widened as he stared into mine. His passion flared as I spoke. He breathed his reply over my face. "That's so FUCKING nasty!" He rocked his hips and fucked me with several quick jabs. "I'll give you what you want. I'll fill your belly with cum." "Do it!" I hissed. "Drown me with it!" Shawn shoved off me to rock back on his hips. He withdrew almost all the way out of my ass, until the only thing that connected us was his mushroom head. He plunged back inside me with a thrust that rattled my teeth together. He grabbed a hold of my hips for leverage and used his amazing ass and powerful thighs to slam his body against mine over and over and over again. Sweat bloomed on his skin and ran down his body in rivulets. The scent of his exertion filled the room. I heard my voice, deep and raspy, as I grunted my pleasure and encouraged him. "OH...FUCK YEAH, BEAST! HARDER! GIVE...GIVE IT TO ME! Oh GOD YES! MORE!" Shawn added his own words between and over top of mine. "You like that?" He demanded. "You like the way I pound your ass? You like taking it from me. TELL ME! SAY IT!" He wound up with his right hand and walloped my ass with a slap that echoed around the room. The sting sent a red wave of erotic energy through my body. "OH FUCK!" I screamed at Shawn. "You ANIMAL! YOU FUCKING BEAST! HIT ME AGAIN! HARDER!" He did as I asked with glee. Shawn fucked my ass and slapped me red and raw. I took every stroke of his cock and every lash of his hand with lusty greed that bordered on masochism. Everything he gave me, I begged for more of. I encouraged him to go as hard as he wanted, harder than he wanted. I begged him to fuck himself inside of me. Shawn pounded my ass until I felt he had to be close. I felt his emotions start to go haywire. I felt the thinking man that was my husband start to sink behind the rutting animal that was jackhammering my hole. Then, something changed. Shawn's motivations shifted. With what could only be described as a superhuman effort, Shawn stopped himself. He plunged into me and held himself there. He lowered his flushed and sweaty face down to mine to gasp his steaming breath into my open mouth. "Close...so close." Shawn gasped, his eyes tight shut and his whole body clenched and focused on holding back his orgasm. I took my hands from the backs of my knees and used them to hold his head. I brought my lips up to kiss his forehead. "I'm ready when you are." I whispered to him as tenderly as my voice would allow. "Too soon." Shawn grunted. "Want more." I kissed Shawn's head again. "Beast." I whispered to his closed eyes. "My personal sex beast. I can wait. I can wait as long as you need. My body belongs to you. I'm complete when you're inside me. Stay forever." Shawn's face started to smooth as his orgasm receded. His eyes opened and his breath steadied. He tilted his head to bring his mouth to mine. His tongue led the way and filled my mouth. I sucked it inside and savored the flavor. He maintained hard eye contact with me while I sucked on his tongue and slid my own into his mouth to reciprocate. Shawn broke our kiss. "I love you." He whispered tenderly to my face. "I'm complete when I'm inside you. I wish I could stay forever." He slid his tongue into my mouth for me to worship some more and used his delicate hands to smooth my sweaty hair against my head. He broke our kiss again. He tilted his hips and rolled his hardness to stir my insides. As he moved, his body shivered, and he almost lost himself to his climax. "NEED...need another minute. Too soon." I figured as long as we had some time to kill, I'd get a little more of what I wanted. I took Shawn's hand from my head and walked my hands along his forearm to his elbow. I kept walking my hands along his arm until I pushed it up to expose his pit. The hair under his arm was slick and matted with sweat. As I opened it, rich musk radiated from inside. I followed it with my nose and rubbed my face into the tender flesh. "Breathe deep, love." Shawn said from somewhere on the periphery of my pleasure. "Do I smell good?" "So good." I hissed into his pit. "I love that you enjoy all of me like this." Shawn commented. I breathed him in. His sweat was fresh, but his scent was rank and a little sour from the long party. I snaked my tongue out to play in the matted nest of hair under his arm. Shawn shuddered at the strange feeling as I lapped at his pit. He tasted salty and tangy. The tang wasn't the same as the tang of his ass, but I recognized it as his all the same. I played under his arm and smeared his sweat and his pit musk across my face. When the flavor dulled, I switched armpits. I paused on my way from one to the other to tease his sensitive nipples with my mouth and my teeth. Shawn reacted with a sharp intake of breath and a spike of erotic pleasure as I slurped at the hard pink nubs. He pushed me away from them and I went, more-or-less willingly, because I had another prize in mind. I played in Shawn's other sweaty armpit until the flavor dulled there as well. By the time I finished with both, he was ready to fuck me some more. Shawn kissed my mouth and sucked on my lips until I let my tongue venture between his parted, pink lips. "You don't even smell like you anymore." Shawn observed to my face. I didn't know what to say to that, so I told Shawn what I wanted. "Give it to me, Beast. Earn your nickname again." Shawn grinned his grin of pure sex at me and cupped my left cheek in his right hand. "Pull those legs back, love, and get ready." I did as I was told. Shawn leaned away from me until his upper body was straight up and down. He gripped my hips with fingers that dug into my flesh. He pulled out and lunged into me like his body was both ends of a broken rubber band. For the next several minutes, Shawn thrust himself into me like we were two halves of a piece of machinery run amok. Instead of fucking me until he was close to orgasm again, Shawn stopped short. He pulled out and levered himself along my body until he was straddling my chest with his glistening cock bobbing above my face. He used his thumb near the base to push it down and point the hard meat at my mouth. "Finish me." He commanded. I craned my head up and wrapped my lips around his cock. The sharp tang of my own ass flooded over my tongue. I felt filthy and nasty and naughty and sexy sucking his cock right after he pulled it from my ass. I opened my throat and slurped it down to the base until my nose pressed into his sweat matted bush. Shawn took his hand from his cock and clasped both his hands behind his head. He met my eyes with his and stared down at me. He'd locked his hands to put his pits on display. His whole upper body radiated sex. His porcelain skin was flushed and ruddy, glistening with sweat. The hair under his arms was freshly matted down and slick. His chest heaved from the exertion and his ribcage rose and fell with his hard breathing. His stomach stretched and flattened as the arch of his ribs drew it tight. His long, raven hair was slicked down and matted to his head. It fell to his shoulders and shrouded his strong throat with uneven tangles. I worshiped his thick cock with my tongue and swallowed it into my throat. I sucked off the flavor of my ass until his dick tasted like he did. I breathed his crotch musk through my nose while I sucked. I let my hands feel up his body until my fingers reached his nipples. I grasped them and squeezed. Shawn cried out. His balls tightened. His cock thickened, and the first volley of cum shot directly into my throat. I used my magic to lift him off me enough to withdraw his cock from my mouth until the head was just between my lips. I wanted maximum room in my mouth for the big load Shawn had promised me. He didn't let me down. Rope after creamy rope blasted into my mouth and filled the back of my throat. The level rose as Shawn continued to roar through his epic orgasm. It filled my mouth until I had to open wider, then it filled the extra space I'd created. Instead of wasting it, when my mouth filled to the very edges of my lips, I used my magic to scoot Shawn down along my body so he could paint my broad chest with the last few shots. When he finally finished pumping, I lowered him to sit on my stomach and recover while I ran my tongue through the savory treat I'd earned. The taste was perfect, creamy and a little bitter and nutty and sweet. I breathed through my nose and smelled his load as much as I tasted it. I let a little slide down my throat so I could play with it a bit more. With the room I made in my mouth, I rolled the load over my tongue and through my teeth. I squeezed it up to my lips, then lapped it from them. I was still playing when Shawn finished catching his breath. He leaned over me and lapped the streaks of cum from my sweaty chest. His face appeared in mine. I gulped the load I'd been playing with and opened my mouth. Shawn pursed his lips and used his tongue to push a thick glob of his cum, my sweat, and his spit into my waiting mouth. I let it splash inside and waited. Shawn repeated the process several times until my chest was clean and my mouth was almost full. The last time he spit into my mouth, he followed his spit with his tongue and kissed me. He sealed his lips to mine and sank his tongue into my mouth to share the heady flavors of our sex. He kissed me and stared into my eyes until I gulped down everything he'd fed me and sucked his tongue clean of goo. Shawn climbed off me and got me to release my legs. I lowered them onto the bed and stretched out. Shawn laid on top of my right side with his left leg bent across my body and his left arm rubbing circles around the center of my chest. He kissed the side of my face and blew a breath over my cheek. "I enjoyed that." He said. "Me too." I said as my entry into the understatement of the year award competition. Shawn let his left-hand trail down my body until his soft fingers grazed against my erect manhood. "What do we do about this?" He asked as he teased it, then he made a suggestion. "I thought I might sit on it." Shawn said and screwed his head around to blow another breath over my face with some of it aimed at my ear. The mental image of Shawn riding my cock was a good one. I especially liked reverse-cowboy because it let me admire his legs as they worked to move his body up and down on my dick. I ran my tongue around my mouth and over my lips to trace the flavors of sex that remained. That action gave me another idea. "Sit on my face." I suggested. Shawn chuckled at me. "My, my, love, you really want to wallow in it tonight, don't you?" Shawn's use of the word that Andy had used when describing his and Comet's sweat lust made me smile. It seems the boy had quite a bit in common with his uncle. "I do want to wallow in it." I admitted. "I like rimming you. I want to eat your ass while I breathe from under your balls. I want to watch your cock throb in front of my face. I want to watch you enjoy what I do to you. I like watching you take pleasure." "When do you get off?" Shawn asked and ran his fingers up and down my dick. "After I eat you, I'll bend you over the edge of the bed." "Doggie?" Shawn asked with surprise in his voice. "You usually prefer missionary for giving and receiving." "I know you like doggie." "I do." Shawn agreed. "Will you play with my nipples while you're inside me?" "Of course." "Doggie it is." Shawn agreed. "And then?" I felt myself grin as I made my suggestion. "Then you sit on my face again." "Oh." Shawn grinned to match mine. "Well, we'll have to see. Are you ready?" I was ready, but I wanted to say something before the session continued. "I love you, Shawn." "I love you too, my husband." "Always be mine?" I asked. "Always and forever." Shawn agreed. I turned my face to his and kissed his mouth. We broke the kiss and Shawn raised his body from the bed. Soon, his ass was spread over my face and my lips were sealed to his hole and my tongue was buried inside him. Shawn and I made love into the wee hours of the night. We'd had a lot of sex in the days and weeks leading up to that session, but none of it matched what we did that night. We achieved new heights of passion and new levels of tenderness. We traveled the well-worn path of physical love and proclaimed ourselves dedicated to the other. We remembered all that we had and promised to remain united for all that we would have. It was a spectacular night.