Ann: A Love Story Ch. 08

She took my hand away as she opened her mouth, and she sucked me inside as she jerked me. I had three or four good sized squirts left, and filled Denise's mouth to the point of overflowing. She tried to swallow, and did most of the load. But a good portion oozed out the sides of her mouth and flowed down her chin to her neck.

Denise was very experienced at fellatio, as she cleaned my rod like a pro, sucking and teasing me as she made sure she got every drop I had to offer. That seemed a little out of character, since she reacted like she'd never been eaten before.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth with a smacking sound, and looked up into my eyes. She looked...satisfied. And she wanted to know if I was.

"I know I'm not young like Dawn, but I hope..."

I got down on the bed with Denise, and I pulled her face to mine. Starting with a deep kiss, I tasted myself, and she got a taste of what she was like from the still moist secretions she'd lathered on my face earlier. She was breathless as I relentlessly devoured her mouth. They weren't the tender, soulful kisses I'd started with. These were rough and possessive. She had driven me mad with passion for her, and I wanted her to know it.

I licked a generous portion of cum from her neck, bringing it to her mouth. Denise, and Dawn, sighed as I offered my seed to her tongue. Denise sucked my mouth, just as Dawn had that very first time. They really were like sisters, born decades apart. Then I licked a big glob from her chin, and offered it to Dawn, who wasted no time sucking it off my tongue.

As we broke the kiss, I turned to look at Denise, who was staring at me. There was a gleam in here eye as her head was spinning from the rush. "Where did you learn to do THAT?"

"What?" I asked, wanting to hear her say it. I'd gotten so used to the shocked reaction I was getting from tasting my own sperm, I became hooked. Not necessarily on the taste. It was the high I got from seeing how hot it made them.

"Kissing me...after..."

I gave her a little grin and said, "Denise, its' okay to say it. Did it turn you on?"

She nodded, bashfully.

"Well, what turns me, and most guys on, is a woman that's not afraid to be sexual; including in how she talks. You don't have to be vulgar, but dirty can be really hot."

Dawn leaned in and whispered something to her, and Denise gave her an 'are you serious' look. Giving her shoulders a mild shrug, Denise swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Neil, it made me feel so hot when you kissed me after you...came in my mouth. Where did you learn that?"

"I didn't learn it. I just do it. I know it's not usual, but I've never really thought about it. And now, I love the reaction I get. Besides, you didn't have any problem tasting me...or yourself for that matter."

Denise's eyes widened, and she said, "Oh my goodness...I did!" when she realized I'd kissed her with her own juices on my face. She was rubbing her chin as she felt the wetness left from our smooching and my lapping up what cum she'd let past her lips.

I laid Denise back down on the bed and started kissing her some more. She pushed me up, off of her for a moment. Needing to get something besides me off her chest, she felt the urge to tell me what she was feeling. And with Dawn's words still fresh on her ears, Denise strayed out of that comfortable shell she'd spent some 48 years in. To get past something as devastating as a divorce can be, sometimes it means making a choice to be vulnerable again. To reap the physical and emotional benefits of being close to another person, you have to be open to change.

Stepping onto the thin ice of uncertainty from the safety of her middle aged values, Denise forged ahead into a newer and more self aware universe. She'd lived her entire life sheltered by the expectations and constraints born to a woman of her generation. I could see in her eyes a determination to take the ideals of that life and twist them; and create a better ending than the one that fate had once seemed destined to hand her.

"Neil, I've never been made love to, and...fucked...like that," she said, stopping to gauge my reaction.

"Denise, you don't have to..."

"I do, because that's what you did." She was out now, and vulnerable. Her shell neatly tucked away somewhere, where she'd have to go to great lengths just to find it, let alone use it.

"You fucked me. That's what you did. And I wanted you to fuck me! You were making love to me, but I needed fucked. I wish I'd have said that. I could only tell you to go harder at the time. But I wanted to scream for you to fuck me harder. FUCK ME HARDER!"

Denise yelled, wanting to hear what that sounded like. She grinned at my reaction, and Dawn's hearty laugh.

"God Denise, I said to say what you're thinking to turn him on. I didn't say scream it."

"What's the point of saying it if you can't say it the way you need to?"

"I agree," Dawn said as she moved closer to Denise.

Looking at her, something came over Dawn in that moment. She wanted included in our moment, to help Denise shatter the past and emblazon a trail to a newer, younger, happier Denise.

"I want you Denise. I want to taste you. I want to make you cum like Neil did."

"I...I'm not...into girls," Denise stuttered nervously.

"Me either, so I guess it's a good thing for me that you're a woman. I know I'm young, but I was hoping you'd see me the same way."

"OH MY!" Denise said as Dawn quickly lowered her mouth to Denise's pussy, and lifted her leg over the awakening body beneath her on the bed. Dawn was now straddling Denise; her own pussy inches from Denise's open, dry mouth.

Dawn wasn't as patient as I had been. Instead, she had honed in on the hot spots right away, and Denise was on a quick flight to another orgasm. Feeling the heat of the moment, Denise reached up and placed her hands on Dawn's ass, pulling her down. Dawn quickly rolled her eyes up to look up at me, and I could see her smile.

"Eat me, Dawn. Eat my pussy!" Denise said as she started doing the same to Dawn.

It was as erotic as anything I'd ever seen. For being a novice, Dawn had leapt quickly into her bi-sexuality. She'd said she'd consider doing it again if the circumstances were right. Twice in less than a day with two different women told me she liked it more than she'd let on.

So did Denise. It was surreal to see her dive into Dawn's tight twat like she was searching with her tongue to find something she'd lost in there. It wasn't long before they were both cumming. Denise was first, with a bold proclamation. She wasn't 'there' this time. She was..."CUMMING. OH MY... FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"

Dawn would have laughed if she wasn't right behind. As soon as Denise came, she sucked hard on Dawn's clit, making it a cum combo. Dawn came over Denise's mouth and chin, almost drowning her with her juices. Denise squealed, as much from swallowing down Dawn as from her own orgasm. The scent around the bed was thick and sweet, and it was sure to linger for hours.

Dawn flipped over and kissed Denise, shocking her with not only the taste of her juices, fresh from the well, but also a generous helping of sperm left behind from my ejaculation.

"Mmmmm, that's delicious. I've always loved the taste of a man's cum," Denise said, relaxed as she stretched her hands over her head again. "But this time, it has an extra little kick that's really marvelous."

"Did you enjoy that, Denise?" Dawn asked.

"Yes, sweetheart. I hope I was good for you. I tried my best."

"You were both hot," I said, practically drooling on the two of them as I stroked my cock.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Want to soak in the hot tub?" I asked.

Dawn said yes, but Denise shook her head.

"No, I need to leave you too alone. I'd love to stay the night, but I'm sure you have better things to do. You said this was just for the weekend, and I'd just be in the way."

A light bulb when off in my head, inspired by her comment.

"Actually, we do have to be going in a little while. I came here for a softball tournament. We've got our last game at three. At least, I hope it's our last game. Anyway, fate allowed me to hook up with Dawn...the god's of divorce finally saw fit to let me go. And I think they've done the same for you, too. I have a proposition for you, Denise."

"What's that?" she said, sitting up quickly. Her enthusiasm made my heart pound.

"First, were you serious about wanting to spend the night?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Absolutely. But Dawn said you have to go home."

"I do. But we have some friends that I know you'll really love. We're giving the room to them tonight. They don't know it yet, but we'll see them at the game. Anyway, they're Dawn's roommates, and they're a great couple...Mark and Jill. But, we wanted Mark's place alone to end our weekend, and we wanted to give them this room as a present for our great weekend together."

"So, what's your proposition?" she said with a wink.

"I think a better present would be giving them the room with you in it. That is, if you're up to it."

"Oh, you'll love them Denise. Jill is hot, and she's just getting in touch with her feminine side too. And Mark is a real stud."

Denise didn't hesitate. "I'll do it!"

She got up off the bed, and went into the bathroom, returning with some fresh towels for us, and new linens for the bed.

"Here, go spend some time in the Jacuzzi. I'll change the sheets."

"Where did those come from?" I asked.

"I brought them back with me. When I left earlier to take my cart back, and to clock out so I wouldn't get fired for...literally 'fucking' around," she said with a laugh, "I didn't know what you'd do to me. So I figured I'd play it safe in case you messed up some more sheets."

Dawn and I got into the Jacuzzi, and a few moments later, Denise came back in. She was still naked, wearing just her heels. She leaned down, and kissed each of us.

"Thank you both for everything. You've really opened my eyes. I've been living in the past, and it's so nice to move on. I really feel like a weight is off me."

"Want to join us?" Dawn asked.

"No. I had to get here early today. If you don't mind, I'm going to take a little nap and wait for your friends."

I smiled. Denise was looking forward to it.

"I'll tell Mark to bring you some dinner. We're going to give them the key, so you'll kind of be stuck here."

"I have a key, baby. I work here. Maid...remember? But that's okay...I'd rather stay in. And dinner would be nice."

We said our goodbyes, and Denise retired to the bed. Dawn and I soaked in the hot tub, letting the jets sooth our tired, aching muscles. Softball took a lot out of me. Constant sex in between took even more. I was feeling refreshed as we sat and just talked quietly.

We'd been in the Jacuzzi for quite a while, when I thought of Dawn's comment earlier, wanting to know if I could get off soon so we could play with Denise in the time we had.

"I have to tell you Dawn, I've never been with a girl that wanted me to cum quickly. I'm not wired that way."

"I know lover, but you have to admit, that was worth it. Sometimes you just have to be a good soldier and give one for the team."

As soon as Dawn said 'team', we both had a little panic attack, and we jumped out of the hot tub. We were scrambling to get dressed. The game would be starting in 40 minutes.

I grabbed our bags as Dawn grabbed the key. We both looked back for one last moment, taking a mental picture of our room, with Denise naked and asleep, knowing how we were leaving everything for Jill and Mark.

"At least the sheets are clean," Dawn said as we closed the door.

"And now Denise is dirty!" I said, thinking about how she'd grown sexually in the time we'd been there.

Dawn hit me in the arm as we ran to the elevator.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn and I arrived at the sports complex about 20 minutes before the game. Mark was waiting, patiently. I know we had promised we'd never miss a game, but even I was astounded he wasn't panicking. Part of that was because he was sore, and not from softball. He didn't want to talk about it, so Dawn asked Jill.

Jill just smiled awkwardly and said, "Apparently, Sophie was a little too hard on him this morning."

We nodded, and fought the urge to stare at him. My mind was speculating as to where he was sore, but I cringed and shook my head to try and get that thought to leave.

Mark told us we would be playing the team we played in the first game, where we won on a great slide by Dawn in the last inning. With the tournament being double elimination, they'd have to beat us twice to win it, but we were motivated to win the first game...especially Dawn and me. We wanted as much time as we could have together.

Since we didn't have a lot of time to warm up, we decided to wait to tell Mark and Jill about the hotel room, and Denise, until after the game. Based on how the two of them played, it would have been better to do it before. They could have used the extra motivation.

We lost. In fact, we lost in 5 innings. Mark pitched horrible, and Jill wasn't helping by her inability to throw the ball back to him from behind the plate. Dawn and I knew in our first inning backing him up in the infield that his ass was the sore spot. I could only imagine what that might actually have meant. I did and didn't want to know what 'Sophie' did to him.

Dawn and I were pissed after the game. Dawn as much as cussed out Jill for screwing around and messing up the ending of the weekend for us. Jill actually apologized, and as much as admitted she'd gone too far. Mark had been tied up all night long, until just before they came to the game. We had a half hour wait between games, and during that time, Mark was considering putting in a call to Harry, the VP of S-T Incorporated. He had pitched the second game of the tournament, and with us only having 10 players, he wondered if would be better if Harry pitched the last game. Dawn appealed to his sense of pride.

"Do you really want to tell the boss why you can't play? Because you know he's going to ask."

Mark realized that was a bad idea, but he didn't want to let Dawn and I down again. I looked over at Dawn, and we nodded. It was time for us to provide that additional motivation.

"Jill, Mark...we want to give you something." Dawn said as a way to break the ice.

"What's that?" Jill said.

I pulled out the room key, and placed it in Mark's hand.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"It's a key to a suite."

Mark looked at the key, noting the emblem.

"Seriously? That place is expensive. What's going on?"

"Dawn and I went there this afternoon to have some fun. But tonight, we'd like to have your place to ourselves. So, we were hoping you'd take Jill and have a nice romantic evening together. It's even one of the rooms with a King sized bed, and a big Jacuzzi."

Mark rubbed his lower back, towards his ass, and said, "I could use the Jacuzzi."

Jill was giddy. "I've always wanted to go there! Is it as nice as they say?"

Dawn nodded and said, "Its better. They have great room service!"

"You ate in the room?" Jill asked.

Dawn nodded and said, "Yes, we both did. And she was delicious."

"What did you say?" Mark asked.

"I said she was delicious!"

"Who...what? What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked.

"Denise."

"Who's Denise?" Jill asked.

I said, "It's kind of a long story. The short version is she's a really hot, young middle aged babe. She works for the hotel as a maid, and we invited her into bed with us. She got divorced three years ago, and we decided to help her out of her depression."

"What does 'young middle aged' mean," Mark asked, not being able to get past that phrasing.

"She's in her forties, and she looks like she's in her twenties," Dawn said, defining my own term. I'm not sure I could have defined it.

"Oh. Okay. Well, we're glad you had a good time."

Dawn and I smiled, and Jill and Mark looked at us like we were nuts.

"What are you two grinning about?"

I was hoping to surprise them, but Dawn couldn't help herself. And she was right. We wanted to motivate them.

"Denise is there, waiting for the two of you. She was sleeping when we left...naked. The only thing we ask is that you get her some dinner."

Jill asked, "Is she...good?"

Dawn nodded and said, "She even eats a mean pussy, baby. You'll both be in heaven. She's still coming out of her shell a little bit, so be good to her. But I think you'll be happy you have a King sized bed. She's spending the night with you."

Jill looked at Mark, asking in her eyes if it was okay if they went.

"It's fine by me, babe, just as long as Sophie doesn't show up."

Dawn and I laughed, and Jill turned as red as Sophie's wig.

Properly motivated, we took the field for the championship game. Mark seemed to have his legs back, and I wondered early on if the only problem was that he had been tied up for so long, he couldn't get loose.

Jill played her best game of the tournament. She made two great plays as catcher; each was a little dribbler hit in front of the plate, and she had to throw out a speedy runner. She also had a hit every time up, and score all 4 times she was on base. Dawn and I played flawlessly, and with Mark and Jill leading the way, it was no contest.

It would be a greater story to say it was some long, drawn out game, with lots of tension and a thrilling ending. That was the first game we played against that team in the tournament. This one was a rout. We proved we were the better team. We ended the game via the mercy rule, just like they did, in 5 innings. We won 21-2, and the game was over before it started.

The awards ceremony after the game was hurried. Mark and Jill wanted to go faster than we did. It was as anticlimactic as the last game. Mark took the trophy, shook a few hands, and it was see ya later!

We hurried to pack our equipment, and the four of us were heading to the parking lot in a sprint. Piling into the cars, we took off. I was surprised we didn't get pulled over heading out of downtown Ann Arbor. Mark and Jill made it to the house first, and by the time Dawn and I walked in, they were already in the shower together.

I put my softball stuff in the back of my car, while Dawn went into the house to put hers away. Walking into the house, Dawn was waiting for me at the front door with a kiss. She already had her jersey off, and was standing in her shorts and sports bra. I played with the bra a little bit, looking at how it smashed her tits, making her look like a 'B' cup instead of the 'D' she really was.

"Isn't that thing uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Not as much as not wearing it. As big as I am, I'd knock myself out with my jugs hitting me in the face when I run."

I laughed and said, "Funny."

"No, I'm serious. People didn't know how fast I really was, or how good I could hit or throw, until they came up with these babies. The sports bra is one of the greatest inventions ever developed for big-titted athletes." She patted my crotch and said, "Like a jock for the man sporting a big dick. I'm sure you run faster with one of these on." Who would have figured that...better speed and athletic ability through the advancements in underwear. Who needs steroids?

"Let's take a shower!" Dawn said, pulling at my arm.

As tempted as I was, because we'd had a great deal of fun in the shower together, I begged off.

"I'd love too, but I really think I need to say goodbye to Jill and Mark."

"Oh...of course, go ahead. I'll jump in and get things ready."

I wasn't sure what 'get things ready' meant, but like Mark, I was praying it didn't involve a red wig. Dawn headed to the bathroom, and she was in the shower quickly. I heard Mark and Jill's shower turn off and there was a lot of hurried movement back in their room. Five minutes later, Mark came out carrying a bag. Jill was a couple of minutes behind, looking amazing.