Little White Lies Ch. 11

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Little White Lies

Chapter 11

Dexter

Early the next morning, Dex felt Donna stirring next to him. Her warm, nude body was pressed tight up against him, his morning wood nuzzling up nicely against her butt crack. As she slowly began to stir, he reached up with his free arm and gripped one of her breasts, his fingers pressing roughly into her flesh.

The aggressive grope made her turn her head to the side to look at him with bleary eyes. She softly pressed her lips to his cheek, a single hand coming back to caress the back of his head. Wiggling her butt a few seconds later, she giggled quietly as she felt the substantial erection he was sporting.

Turning more, she spun to face him. A look passed between them as they lay there. Each seemed to sense what the other wanted. Wordlessly, she moved to her back as he slid on top. He saw her vulnerability as her legs spread wide for him. A wisp of a smile marked the moment that he reached down to position himself to take her once again.

He gripped the shaft with his hand, and he felt the hard flesh pulse warmly in his fingers. Looking lower, he watched the crown briefly kiss her cleft. A gooey string of her arousal appeared as he lifted it again.

She looked down to see what he was staring at, a giggle crawling free. She licked three of her fingers and reached down. Plying their way past the angry head, she slid the wet digits into her pussy. Emerging a few seconds later, she rubbed the newly wet fingertips across the bulbous crown.

A single encouraging glance from her spurred him past the desire to ogle the gorgeous form beneath him. Gripping himself tighter, he pushed down and leaned forward. The head found a home easily, driving in as she yanked her hand back up out of the way. A gentle gasp fell from her lips.

It didn't take but a single stroke for him to find more of her natural wetness, his gentle thrusts easily spreading it over the dry surfaces of his cock and her pussy. A whimper of approval escaped her lips as she pulled him back down to her, her lips still stroking and caressing his. Arching his hips down and forward, he thrust deep into her as soon as he felt they were both completely lubed, a low moan of pleasure from her confirming his guess.

"I could definitely get used to you waking me up like this," she whispered, eliciting an amused chuckle from him. "Think I could keep you?"

"I'd certainly be okay with that arrangement," he whispered, quickly finding a rhythm with his thrusts. The thought was appealing, no doubt.

"Mmm, you feel so good," she whispered.

"You feel incredible," he replied. "You've got the most incredible pussy."

She whimpered at his words, her hands still clutching at him as if she were trying to pull him down completely on top of her. Opening his eyes for just a moment, he saw a brief look of pain on her face and immediately stopped.

"I'm hurting you," he said, matter-of-factly.

She didn't respond and he could tell that he was correct, guessing that she wasn't wanting to hurt his feelings.

"D, I don't want you to fuck me just because you think I want it," he said, frowning at her and holding still.

"'D'?" she asked, amused.

He shrugged. "Was trying it out. You don't like?"

"I've just never been called 'D,'" she replied with an amused shrug. As she finished the words, she reached around him to try and pull on his hips, then frowned at him when he didn't move. "Dex, I want you to fuck me."

"I can tell, but I'm still hurting you. You can't be serious."

"You're so naïve for someone so damn good at this," she said, her amused expression only growing more so. "Yes, honey, it hurts a little. You and my boyfriend really did a number on me last night. I'm going to be sore for a few days most likely. Now... normally when I get this sore, I tell John to go fuck himself and let myself heal up."

"See... there you go," Dex said, trying to slide from on top of her. Her hands held him in place though.

"You aren't John, are you?" she asked quietly.

"Um... no...," he answered, a little confused.

"You can have me whenever you want," she said quietly, her pretty green eyes staring hard up at him. In that stare, he only saw affection and desire. He immediately felt a surge of emotion for the gorgeous, ever-surprising brunette.

"Even when it causes you pain?" he asked, genuinely incredulous and forcing himself to focus and stop thinking how incredible it was that he got to spend time with someone so sexy and insatiable, let alone fuck her.

"I want you so much sometimes," she said, never looking away from him. "I... shouldn't say things like that, but I can't help it."

"How about this," he said, pulling the two of them to a new position, him on his back and her on top of him.

She leaned down to kiss him and immediately started to slide up and down his cock.

"Don't you know that I want you all the time?" she asked. "I mean, I know I'm like... no restrictions with you, but I'm not that way with anyone else. Plus, I think it's pretty clear that you're the best I've ever had."

He smiled, then watched as she reached down and made him put his arms behind his head.

"Just... don't tell John that," she said, but then giggled. "Actually... go ahead and tell the fucker."

He chuckled, suppressing the urge to reach up and maul her bouncing and swaying breasts.

"Personally, I think Jessie's insane," she said, gyrating her hips in short circles as she slid forward and backward slowly.

"Mmm, she is?" he asked.

Donna nodded, her unkempt, messy morning hair bouncing sexily around her head and shoulders.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, feeling that same, surprising surge of affection for her that he'd felt earlier.

She stopped mid-thrust and looked down at him sternly.

"Stop being so fucking sweet," she said, smacking him in the chest. "And yes, your girlfriend is absolutely insane."

He laughed, then shrugged as he looked up to wait for an explanation.

She wasn't watching though and had finally closed her eyes. Her hands were on his chest as she fucked her pussy back and forth on him, her hips grinding up and down in small but measured movements.

"Mmm... yes..." she moaned, her hip movements coming faster and faster. "That's it..."

He felt her incredible pussy contract hard on his cock, her muscles going stiff for a few seconds as she shook on top of him, her mouth open as she came.

"Nnngyuh," she blurted, grinding hard several more times before slowing. She came to a complete stop after another few seconds. Catching her breath, her fingers clutched at him as she settled down on his chest. He kissed her cheek softly, running fingers through her hair as she recovered.

"That was really nice," she said quietly a few seconds later, and he felt her hips start the rhythmic dance again. "But... the point was to make you have an orgasm, baby."

"So... Jessie's insane?" he prompted, more than happy to let her run the show.

Looking down at him, her lips curled in an amused, almost playful smile and she nodded. He waited a few seconds for her to explain further, but she just kept gently rising and falling on his cock.

"Donna... are you going to explain?" he asked, amused but more curious now.

She sighed, and he was struck by the serious look on her face in that moment, then even more so when she stopped gyrating on top of him.

"I just know that if you were mine, I wouldn't want you to be fucking all those other girls. I'd have one or two like Jessie that you and I could fuck together on occasion, but... I'd keep you and your magic cock all to myself."

"You would?" he replied in amusement.

"Definitely," she said, looking down at him again with those incredible green eyes. "That's why I think she's nuts. I'd have sex with you much more than she does, too."

He smirked. "Well, it's not like she's slacking in that department. She's always giving me head."

"Oh, I know," Donna replied. "But I'm saying I'd fuck you more if I were her. Giving head is all fine, but a girl has to take care of herself too, you know?"

"I see," he said. "So, Jessie sucks my dick way too much?"

She turned a flat stare at him. "I think you and I both can agree on that."

"Ha!" he said. "I don't think there's ever been a man to say he's getting too many blowjobs, D."

She giggled, then conceded the point with a shrug. "I guess that's just Jessie though. She's always wanting to make sure that others are happy, even sexually. I'm not that nice, I guess."

"Well, I can attest that there's definitely nothing wrong with you," he said.

There was a moment of quiet between them as she gently fucked back and forth, up and down on him. She kept staring down at him with her piercing green eyes. After several intense moments she shook her head to stop herself from staring before looking back down at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you going to fill me up or what?"

He laughed and shook his head. "I told you, I didn't want to hurt you and that's what's in my head right now."

She giggled and leaned forward in defeat, her warm, sweaty body sticking to his. They lay there enjoying each other quietly for a little while longer, letting themselves recover. Eventually, the magical time with her had to end though. She sighed and kissed him a final time.

"I'm sorry handsome, but I've really got to pee," she whispered. "I'd be happy to lay here all day with you, otherwise."

He'd been running his fingers through a strand of her hair but dropped it as she sat up and started to extricate herself from him. Sliding from the bed, he turned to see her doing the same.

"Me first!" she said, darting around Jessie's bed and rushing from the room as if something was chasing her.

Shaking his head, he followed her to the bathroom, the door to which never seemed to be closed in that apartment. Standing at the doorway, he looked in and saw her sitting on the toilet, the sound of her peeing reaching his ears.

"You, John, and my girlfriend have some weird privacy ideas," he said, leaning on the door frame and shaking his head at her.

"Oh? Well, who's the one watching me pee?" she asked.

"Well, shut the door!" he said with a laugh.

She giggled, her eyes taking him in before dropping to his crotch.

"You better bring that here or put it away and stop teasing me with it," she admonished.

He sighed, stepping in as she finished up what she was doing.

"Shower?" she asked.

"Sure," he said with a shrug.

She smiled, then moved to turn the water on, holding her hand under the stream for a few seconds and then nodding at him as she stepped in and held her hand out.

"This should be interesting," he said with a chuckle.

***

After a nice shower together, Dex and Donna had gotten dressed and relaxed on the couch, a comfortable silence encompassing the two as she leaned quietly against his chest, his arm draped around her.

A half-hour later, Dex checked the time and sighed audibly.

"Nooo," she said, turning in place and snuggling up against him tighter, her arms wriggling around him and squeezing.

He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead, drawing her attention up to his face. Time seemed to slow for him in that moment, and he couldn't help but stare at how incredibly beautiful she looked in the dim light of the waking day.

Her long, curly, dark brown hair spilled around her head and shoulders, messy but adorable. Her eyes were a pale green in contrast to the rosy skin of her cheeks where a smattering of freckles was spattered across both of them and the bridge of her nose.

"That's funny," he thought. He hadn't really noticed the freckles before.

"Goddamn you're beautiful," he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek.

Her wide smile sent an impulse of happy contentment through him. Sliding up, she kissed him, her lips pressing gently against his as her tongue tickled his playfully.

"Dex," she asked, sitting back a bit to look at him. "Are you... okay with everything that went on with Jessie last night?"

Dex chuckled. "I am. There was a moment there where John and I got to talk, and he asked for my consent. I gave it."

She stood, offering him a hand up. "I mean when they left the room."

He shrugged. "I hadn't really thought about it too much. I mean, he and I basically swapped for the night. He got to spend the rest of the night with Jessie, and I got to spend it with you. I'm sure they kept having sex, knowing those two."

"That's what I mean," she said, stepping up and looking into his eyes. "Jessie was having sex with someone else last night, and it wasn't while you were in the room."

He nodded. "I know," he said, kissing her. "I promise, I'm okay. You know I'm not a jealous guy."

"No... I know," she said, looking a little flustered. "I just... I know how Jessie can be you know? Yeah, she's flirty, but she also makes people want to get dirty with her. She's like... sexually contagious or something."

He laughed at the description. It perfectly described his girlfriend.

"Let me go let her know that I'm leaving," he said. "I do have a plan though."

She raised an eyebrow quizzically as she stepped out of his way.

Stepping in, he saw Jessie asleep on the other side of Donna's bed, facing away from John but snuggled up against him. Leaning down, he kissed her softly and told her he had to leave. Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she mumbled okay a few times as he whispered to her.

Smiling, he rolled his eyes in amusement as he stepped out and saw Donna.

"Those two definitely got up to no good last night," he joked.

"I'm sure they did," she said, "but then again, so did we. Stop stalling though and tell me your plan."

Chuckling, he raised a hand defensively before continuing.

"I've been thinking about the best way to approach making my girlfriend happy without changing who she is and what actually makes her happy," he said.

"Oh?" Donna asked. "And how are you going to do that?"

*****

Jessie

The previous night...

Pushing her hips backward, she whimpered as John spanked her again and then again, the head of his cock pushing against her asshole for a moment longer before popping inside. Expecting him to start hammering away, she was surprised when he didn't. Holding still for a moment, his hands ceased their punishment of her rump and simply held her in place.

It was definitely a different sensation, having him inside her ass. At first it was uncomfortable with moments of mild pain, but he was taking it slow for her. A gentle thrust every few seconds pushed another couple of centimeters in. Eventually he was able to slide completely inside, and she groaned as her muscles accommodated the intruder.

Slowly, she felt herself relaxing. Finally, the tension in her butthole relaxed and she nodded her head ever-so-slightly for him to continue and felt him pull slowly back. The unmistakable sensation of pleasure coursed from her ass through her body, and she groaned lowly and dropped her head.

"That okay?" he asked, and she nodded again, weakly.

She felt ready for him to continue at his own pace then, but he seemed to want to make sure she wasn't going to be hurt, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought. Slowly, he pulled out then slid back in, building up to a steady pace until she was whimpering and grinding back on him again. His hands were warm on her bare hips, and she felt him contorting the flesh as he started to pull back harder and harder on them.

"Good?" he asked a final time.

"Yes!" she answered emphatically, her arms collapsing and her face burying itself in a pillow. She was rewarded with three quick spankings in rapid succession and cried out as each impact sent blissful sensations racing through her body.

She sensed him reaching forward, then felt his fingers crawling through her hair before he pulled back hard. Yanking her back up to a proper doggy style position, his began to pull back forcefully with each thrust. She yelped from the mix of confusing sensations, pain turning to pleasure with each spank, thrust, or yank. He reached up a second hand then, tangling it in the bouncing mass of her sandy locks and pulling with both.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Fuck... fuck... yes..." she gasped, his hips punctuating each of her words with a hard impact against her rump.

He briefly let go, but then spanked her hard on the ass again, harder than he'd ever done before.

She cried out in a very brief moment of pain, but the act shoved her over the edge of her impending orgasm, and the cry turned into a groan of happiness as she felt her first anal orgasm crash over her. As soon as she'd started to cum, he moved back to pulling on her hair, his hips thrusting harder and harder into her in an unceasing crescendo.

"Guh! Fuck!" he grunted, thrusting hard against her butt, his cock burying itself in her ass as it began to fill with his spunk.

She cried out as she felt the warmth filling her, then felt both her hands lift off the bed as he pulled hard on her hair. She reached back with them, grabbing his hips and pulling him tight against her. He held her there precariously for a second, then both fell to the bed, him on top of her as they both groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck," she said weakly, still trying to clutch at him to pull him tight against her.

He kissed her neck softly then, the warmth of his lips sending electric tickles up and down her spine.

"God... keep fucking me if you can," she begged. "That was indescribable."

John nodded, thrusting gently again. "You've probably got me spent gorgeous, but I'll give it a try."

Unfortunately, it was clear after a few thrusts that his cock was finally deflating, and their fun was over.

She whimpered pathetically as he slid free, then winced as she felt him leaking out of her. He disappeared for a moment, then began to clean up his mess with a discarded shirt that he'd grabbed.

She giggled, turning back and looking at him as she took over, clutching the shirt to her nether regions and wriggling her way to the edge of the bed. He was there of course and helped her up as she knew he would.

Stepping out of the bedroom, they both paused and checked in on Dex and Donna but saw them snoozing peacefully in Jessie's bed. Pausing to pull the door shut so they didn't wake them up, Jessie let John lead her to the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

Without a word, he turned on the water for the shower as she sat on the toilet and got cleaned up. A few minutes later, she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing him step close and smile at her.

Her hair was a complete wreck, wild and messy from his energetic yanks during their fuck session. She turned, giggling when she saw the red handprints from his spankings and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asked. "You deserved those."

She rolled her eyes and laughed as he bent down and kissed the tender flesh.

After a quick, gropy shower, the two went back to Donna's bedroom and cleaned up the bed as best they could, eventually having to resort to laying down a few towels to soak up the remaining goo they'd both caused from the other. Finally, he snuggled her up tight against him, their legs intertwined and were able to relax and enjoy the silence.

"That was your first?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Hmm? Anal?" she murmured.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"It was," she whispered quietly.

"I think you liked it," he pointed out.