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Collected by Djian
Cedric
By Sandia.
Write me at sandia@texas.net
Part IV Rebecca’s Living Room
After I called the cab, I stood outside and waited with the others. It was cold, and the wind smelled like rain. Harold and Rebecca were standing near the curb. Harold had his arms around her, and she cuddled against his chest.
I came up behind Cedric and put my hands around his waist.
“Having second thoughts?” I asked.
“No, not really,” he said. He turned around and looked at me. He looked a little pensive.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said. I lifted my chin.
I couldn’t help but think he looked handsome, with the wind blowing around his hair.
“Why don’t you kiss me,” I asked him, “just to make her jealous?”
“They’re not looking.” He smiled wryly.
“Kiss me anyway,” I said.
He did. I couldn’t help but smile when he was done. It felt good, him holding me like that.
When the cab pulled up, Harold and Rebecca were the first to pile in.
Cedric and I stared after them, as Harold pulled shut the door. I heard Rebecca giggling.
I walked over, and opened the front door. I saw Harold was already kissing Rebecca in the back. I turned to Cedric, who was also peering in.
“So,” I said. I arched my back a little and tried to make myself look sexy. “Do you want to sit up front with me,” I asked, “ or in back with them?”
He grinned at me and I took his hand and pulled him forward. “You go first,” I said. He sat down in front, and I grinned down at him.
“Put on your seatbelt,” I told him, and then I sat down primly on his lap.
The cabbie, and older man, looked over at us, but didn’t seem concerned. Another drunk couple, he must have thought, after a late night at the bar.
“Where to?” he asked.
I wiggled on Cedric’s lap, just to make him cringe. I could feel him pressing against my bottom.
“Uh,” he said. “Stop that,” he said to me, putting his hand on my back. Then he gave the man their address and a few directions.
The streets were dark and quiet. A few fat drops of rain splattered on the windshield as he pulled away from the curb.
I wiggled again. I couldn’t help myself. I knew this must be uncomfortable for him. I grinned
“Comfortable?” I asked. He didn’t answer me, so I swiveled in his lap and turned my head to face him.
I kissed his check. “Cedric,” I whispered, “how would you like it if I told you what your girlfriend and Harold are doing back there?”
I leaned toward him until my breast was pressed against his chest, and I waited for his answer, breathing in his ear.
“Yes,” he said.
“Cedric,” I said. I glanced over at the driver. “Cedric, they’re necking in the back.” I squirmed a little on his lap. “They look like such a happy couple! I wish that you could see them…”
I paused, breathing hot air on his neck. The movement of my chest was making my breast rub against his chest. I admitted to myself: I was aroused.
“Cedric,” I said, “your girlfriend’s legs are spread.” I whispered. “He’s got his hand… his hand is on her breast. She’s kissing back, Cedric. Her mouth is open. He’s got his tongue inside her mouth.” I was whispering in his ear, and I could feel him breathing into mine.
“His hand,” I breathed, “his hand is in her blouse, now. He’s… he’s squeezing her, Cedric. He’s squeezing her naked breast.”
“She’s spreading her legs still more,” I said. “God, she looks so HOT.”
She’s really enjoying this… I think she wants… you know, I think she wants his hand down there. Between her legs. On her pussy. I think she does, Cedric, I think she wants him to put his hand between her legs, on her naked pussy.”
“And you know,” I said, “You know her pussy’s naked…?” I felt him move his head.
“God,” I breathed, “now he’s pulling up her skirt. I think he wants for me to see. I think he wants to show her off…”
“Yes!” I hissed. “I can see her now… She looks so beautiful like that, necking, with her skirt around her hips…”
“God,” I said, “your girlfriend has such a gorgeous pussy…”
He gripped my arm with his hand. “STOP!” he hissed. I could imagine what this must be doing, with me sitting on him like this. “If the driver looks,” I whispered, “I wonder if he can see it too…”
He gripped me harder. “Stop!” he hissed again.
“Oh my God,” I said. “I—I can’t believe what he’s doing to her now.”
I paused.
I could feel him breathing.
“What?” he finally asked.
I giggled in his ear. “I thought you didn’t want for me to tell you?”
He was silent for just a moment.
“Ok,” he breathed. “You win.”
I shook my head. “Too late for that,” I said. “I guess you’ll just have to ask her later.”
He sighed. “Please,” he muttered, “Please tell me.”
I was grinning wickedly. “Tell me that you like it.”
“What?” he asked.
“Tell me,” I said, “That you like this.”
“Why?”
“Cedric,” I said, “It’s not too late to put a stop to this. I can do it.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“You know I do,” he said.
“Tell me,” I said, “That you want to see your girlfriend lick him.”
“Okay,” he said.
“Tell me that you want to see her laid.”
“Okay,” he said, “I’ll tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“That I want to see her…”
“Tell me.”
“I want to see her… fucked.”
This really was exciting, I thought. I couldn’t help but press for more.
“Tell me,” I whispered, “When we get inside, you’ll do whatever I tell you to.”
“What?” he asked.
I squeezed his arm. “Tell me you’ll let me have free reign.”
“Ok,” he breathed. “I will.”
I leaned against him. Now I was breathing too.
Truth was, I hadn’t seen her pussy. I’d made that part up.
We were almost there.
When we got to the house, Cedric paid the driver, and the other “couple” waited on the steps for us. We walked along the stones together. No one said a word. Then we waited while Cedric fumbled for the keys. I watched, out of the corner of my eye, as Harold put his hand on Rebecca’s bottom. Then he began to stroke her there. Rebecca’s eyelids fluttered.
Cedric’s house was a beautiful unpretentious mansion, made mostly out of stone, built well before the war. I’d always imagined, when I was younger, that I’d someday live in a house like this, with its distinctive inset windows and enormous wooden doors. That had lately come to seem to me less and less likely.
Rebecca led Harold to the parlor outside the dining room. They stood there, a little nervous, uncertain what to do.
I took charge. “Cedric,” I said, “Bring us something to drink. Something strong.”
I looked around. Becky, I noticed, was already swaying a little on her feet.
“Rebecca, put on some music, something you can dance to.”
“Harold,” I said, “Sit down.” I pointed.
I waited.
When Rebecca got the music going, I told her where to stand, and then I told her I expected her to dance for us. “Do your sexy dance for us again,” I told her, “Only this time,” I grinned, “Don’t be so inhibib--inhibited.” The liquor had affected me as well.
“What about you?” she asked.
“Rebecca, ALL of us are going to watch.”
She looked at me, a little nervous. But I knew how much she really liked to be the center of attention.
I walked up to her and touched her on her lips. “Rebecca,” I said, “You want to do this, don’t you.”
She nodded hesitantly, staring at my eyes. “It’s just that…” She glanced over at the door Cedric had gone through.
“Becky,” I said, “We all want to see you naked.” I smiled knowingly at her. “You want that too,” I said. She couldn’t help but grin a little.
She ducked her head. “I do.” she admitted. “You know I do. But…” She looked back at the door.
“He wants it too,” I said, trying to find her eyes. I took her hand. “He wants it too.”
She looked back up at me and made a little sigh. She squeezed my hand. “You’re right,” she said, “I know you are.” She inhaled and shook her head. “Tina,” she said, “you’ve got to get me more drunk.”
I wanted to kiss her then.
She laughed and glanced down at her blouse. “God,” she said, “I can’t believe the things I’ve done tonight.”
“Good,” I said.
She was staring at me. “I’m so turned on.”
Cedric came back into the room, carrying a tray of brandy, with several crystal glasses.
I called him over. “I want you to give this to your girlfriend,” I told him. I picked up the bottle and filled a glass to the rim.
Rebecca reached for it, but I waved her off. “No,” I said, “Feed it to her.” Rebecca put her hands down, and Cedric put the crystal to her lips.
“Keep going,” I told him, and I watched as she closed her eyes and gagged a little and the liquid dribbled down her chin.
When he’d gotten most the liquor down her throat, or on her blouse, I told him to sit down. Then I sat beside him, put my hand on his thigh, and told him to pour another drink.
“Now Becky,” I said, “I want you to dance for us. If I’m not happy with your performance,” I grinned, “I’ll have Cedric here do a little naked dance for us…” I squeezed his thigh, and almost made him spill his drink.
Rebecca giggled, but started dancing anyway, looking straight at me.
“Is this good?” she asked, after dancing for a little while. Her face was flushed, but it was very, very good. She was even more provocative than she had been at the club, rubbing her thighs and stomach, and moving her chest, so we caught glimpses of her naked breasts through her mostly unbuttoned blouse. But of course, I wanted to see more.
“Keep going,” I said. I glanced at Cedric, and then I lit a cigarette. “You boyfriend here wants you to show off your pretty tits.”
She inhaled and looked at him. “Do you?” she asked directly, “Do you want for me to show them?”
He nodded slowly.
“Show us, Becky,” I said, breathing out. “Show us now.”
She carefully unbuttoned the remaining buttons, the ones between her stomach and her hips, and let her blouse fall open.
“Hold your blouse apart,” I told her, “so we can see you better.”
She did it, still dancing, and smiling sexily. I loved the way her tits bounced on her chest.
“Take it off Becky,” I told her, “throw it to the floor.”
She did it, still grinning.
“Arch your back and squeeze yourself,” I told her, “Like you did in the club.”
She did, only this time naked, and for just the three of us. I felt a little tingle between my legs. I was getting wet.
“Pinch your nipples” I told her. “Are they hard?”
She murmured yes, and nodded. “They are,” she said.
“Are you wet, Becky?” I asked. “Are you wet between your legs?”
She nodded. “Yes, I’m wet.”
“You like it when people look at you,” I told her. “You want to show us more.”
“Yes,” she breathed, “I do.”
“You want to show us more.”
She nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Good, Becky. You remember when you showed us your pussy at the club?”
She inhaled. “You remember, don’t you?”
“Say it, Becky. Say you knew what you were doing.”
“I knew,” she breathed.
“Rebecca, where are your panties?”
She glanced at Harold.
“Harold, do you have them?” I asked, grinning, “Have you still got Rebecca’s panties?”
He grinned too, a little sheepishly.
“Get them out so we can see,” I said. He pulled her wadded panties out of his pocket.
“Are the wet?” I asked, “Did she wet her panties?”
Harold nodded and unfolded them so we could see. “They’re soaked,” he said.
Rebecca’s eyes were wide. Her mouth was slightly open.
“Rebecca,” I said, “put your hands between your legs.”
She looked down and then glanced back up at me.
“Yes,” I said. “Pull your skirt up. Pull it up so we can see.”
She did it, looking down.
“Touch yourself, Rebecca. Do it.”
She did.
“Tell us, are you wet? Are you wet between your legs?”
“God,” she groaned, “I’m so wet, I’m so wet down there…”
“Pull your skirt off. We want to see how wet you are. Are you turned on?” She nodded, breathing heavily.
She shimmied out of her skirt, almost anxiously.
“Keep touching yourself,” I told her. “Do exactly what you want.”
She put both hands between her legs, and I saw two fingers on each hand slip inside.
“You’re fingering yourself, Rebecca, you’re fingering yourself in front of two men.”
“I know,” she moaned, “I know… You told me to.”
Actually, I hadn’t, but I let it slide.
“We love seeing you like this, Rebecca,” I said. “You know that, don’t you?”
She moaned. She let two fingers slide deeper inside. She moved her other hand across her stomach and up to her breasts and neck.
“Do you like this?” she moaned.
“We do,” I said. Stick your fingers in your mouth. We want to see you suck them.”
She did, lifting her eyelashes just enough to watch us watching her.
She let her hand roam up and down her naked body, across her breasts and down between her thighs, still fingering herself with her other hand.
“Are you wet?” I asked. “Are you really wet?”
She nodded.
“Don’t forget to dance,” I told her, “keep dancing for us, Rebecca.” She started moving her hips and chest again.
“Rebecca, tell me what you want. What you want me to make you do.”
“Please,” she said.
“Tell me.”
“Please…”
“I can’t tell what you’re asking for,” I said, “Do you want a spanking?”
I felt a little rush go through me as I said the words. “Do you want your pussy spanked?”
She opened her mouth and shook her head.
I breathed in. “You want Cedric here,” I said. I squeezed his thigh. I saw her head move just a fraction before she stopped herself.
I raised one eyebrow and slowly shook my head. “No?” I asked, “what is it then?
She moved her eyes toward Harold, without moving her head.
I nodded.
“I see.”
I stroked Cedric’s thigh.
“Have you seen it yet?” I asked her. “Have you touched it?”
“I haven’t,” she said, wide-eyed, “I haven’t yet.”
“But you want to,” I said.
She nodded slowly, her eyes darting toward her boyfriend.
“Ok,” I said, “maybe if you ask him nicely…”
“Turn around and face him, Becky, and get down on your knees.”
She glanced back at me. “Do it,” I told her.
She opened up her mouth, but then glanced back at us again. I nodded grimly, and she did what I had said.
“Harold,” she finally said, “I want to—I want to see your—I want to see your cock.”
“Good, Rebecca,” I said.
I had Harold stand up, and told Rebecca to take off his pants.
Kneeling on the floor, she stared at him, still breathing hard. When she got his pants apart, he helped her pull them down.
His cock popped out, throbbing, inches from her pretty face.
I stood up and came around behind her.
“Cedric said you don’t like this,” I said, “but I think you’re going to.”
She licked her lips. She looked so cute, kneeling naked on the floor, open-mouthed. Her nose was nearly touching it. Every time it throbbed it got a little closer to her.
I stroked her face, and then I put my hand into her thick hair and wrapped my fingers in it. I gently pushed her head forward, until she was breathing on his dick.
“See how big it is?” I asked. “Think how good it’s going to feel.”
His cock was getting harder as I spoke, rising up to touch her face.
I looked at Cedric. “You can get up,” I told him, “if you want to see it too.”
He rose quickly from the couch and stood on the other side of her. I gripped her hair so she wouldn’t try to see him.
“In a moment, I said, “I’m going to make it touch you. Open your mouth, so he can touch you on your tongue.”
She did it, and we both watched as Harold’s cock brushed her jaw and then the corner of her mouth. She tried to raise her hands to guide him in. “No,” I said, “use your lips and mouth.”
Finally she got him in, just the tip of him. I shook her a little by her hair. “Suck him,” I told her, “like you’re sucking on a bottle. Like you’re sucking out his cum.”
She slanted her eyes at me, and then at Cedric.
“You look beautiful,” I said, “There’s nothing like a beautiful naked woman, kneeling, sucking cock.”
I watched as her cheeks began to hollow out.
“Play with yourself,” I told her, “until you taste him leaking into your mouth.”
She raised her hands to her breasts and started to caress them. After a little while she put one hand between her thighs.
“I told you she would like this,” I said to Cedric. “Can’t you tell?”
He nodded, staring. “She does,” he said.
“And you like it too, don’t you?”
He nodded, staring down at her.
I began to ease her head up and down on him. She couldn’t get much into her mouth, I knew, but I liked the way she looked. She was making his dick shiny with her spit.
“Don’t you like this?” I said, as I felt her head moving underneath my hands.
She started making little noises from inside her throat.
“Wouldn’t it be something, to watch her cum while giving head?” I heard her inhaling through her nose. Her breath came out shuddering.
I threatened her with a spanking and then I told Cedric to get for me a camera.
“Hurry up,” I said. She was moaning rhythmically. She had at least three fingers in her cunt.
He hurried off.
I stroked Rebecca’s cheek, and then her chin, where the saliva had leaked out of her mouth. She groaned.
“Becky, I whispered, “you look so hot. You’re going to love the pictures I’m going to take.”
She made a little noise again, but didn’t stop.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, “we’ll keep them very private.”
Harold opened his mouth to speak. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted.
I pulled her head back. “Not yet,” I said.
Rebecca panted, open-mouthed. “God,” she said. Her fingers were still moving in her cunt. “Don’t make me stop.”
I grinned at her and held my hand out for the camera Cedric had brought.
“Stay just like that,” I said, and knelt to take a picture of her face.
She moved her hand to wipe her face, but I told her she looked perfect. I snapped a frame.
“Now lick him,” I said, “make him cum onto your face.”
She hesitated. “I want him INSIDE of me,” she said.
“Rebecca,” I said, “this isn’t just for you.”
She looked up at me and swallowed. “Tell me what to do.”
“Lie down on the floor,” I told her. “Spread your legs, so we can see just how wet you are.”
She did it and I took another picture, kneeling down between her thighs.
“Now put your fingers in,” I said, “and play with yourself like you were before.”
She moaned a little while she did it. I told her to pull them out, and put them in her mouth.
“Don’t you feel like a slut?” I asked. “Doesn’t it make you want to cum?”
She nodded, sucking on her fingers.
I took a picture of her with her fingers in her mouth.
Get back on your knees, I said. This time, make him cum.
She got back on her knees, and eagerly took him in her mouth.
I watched him while she sucked. When his mouth fell open and I saw the muscles on his neck, I pulled her back. “Cum on her face,” I said.
Her eyes were wide. Her mouth stayed open.
She kept jerking him with her hands.
I glob of semen sprayed onto her eye, and I heard him groan. Another hit her nose and upper lip. She moved her head, and I released her. She took a third glob in her chin, and then put her mouth back on him to suck the rest.
Finally I had her lick him clean, and swallow. But I didn’t let her wipe her face. I told her she looked beautiful with his cum drying on her lips.
“Cedric,” I said, “It’s time we took her to your bedroom.”
Write me at sandia@texas.net.
