Becca Bellamy
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Three Simple Words - Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-04-19 05:34:34 +0000 UTCPenny couldn't help but admire the pleasure dancing across Gabriel's face as she rode him. It was one of the reasons she preferred to be on top when they had sex. The look on his face always deepened her arousal and enhanced the intensity of her orgasms.
She was particularly fond of the way she could make his face change by riding him slower or faster, or by grinding her hips back and forth instead of bouncing on his cock. They'd been together long enough that Penny could confidently lure her boyfriend right to the edge of an orgasm and then slowly pull him back, all while continually moving towards her climax as her clit throbbed from the relentless friction of being on top.
On this particular evening - a Friday night, in case you're wondering - something happened. Something that would change the course of their sex life and their relationship. Something that was, at first glance at least, nothing at all. Or next to nothing. It was, in fact, three simple words that Gabriel uttered.
"Fuck me, Penny."
Those were the words. He was inside Penny. She was on top. She was riding him hard. The sound of her pelvis slamming into his body as she sat down on his cock over and over filled the bedroom. The effects of three glasses of wine - each - put her in a delightfully buzzed state of mind and no doubt did the same for him.
Penny noted those words – “Fuck me, Penny” - immediately because Gabriel had never uttered them before while they were having sex. She'd uttered them countless times, of course - a woman often offered such words when she had a man's cock inside her - but Gabriel hadn't, and with good reason. He wasn't being penetrated, so by the understanding of some, he wasn't being fucked.
On the other hand, it wasn't an absurd thing to say. Penny was on top. She was, in a way, in control. Gabriel was simply lying on his back while she did the work. His hands were moving over her body - which she quite liked, especially when he played with her tits or gave her ass a good, hard squeeze - but otherwise she was the one guiding the sex when she was on top.
In the moments after hearing Gabriel's words – “Fuck me, Penny” - Penny recognized that it was the first time he'd uttered such a thing during sex. In the moments after that recognition, she was struck by a surprising sense of lust and a touch of aggression.
All of this unfolded in the span of no more than a few seconds and most of it happened subconsciously, and had it not been for the wine-fueled buzz that enshrouded her brain, Penny might have carried on riding her boyfriend's cock until they both came.
She did that, of course - she was drunk and horny and in desperate need of an orgasm - but something about Gabriel's words – “Fuck me, Penny” - triggered a dormant part of her sexuality that emerged like a dragon thundering out of its cave and breathing fire across the landscape.
With those words still ringing in her brain, Penny dug her fingernails into Gabriel's chest, prompting a gentle wince and a smile before he pulled his gaze from her breasts and met her eyes.
"Does it feel good when I fuck you, Gabriel?" she asked with obvious aggression in her voice.
Pleasure. That was the look on his face as she uttered her words in response to his. Pure, white hot pleasure. Pleasure of the sort that made his eyes roll back in his head. Pleasure of the sort that made his hips thrust upwards and his back arch, as if his body demanded that he be as deep inside her as possible.
Gabriel didn't offer an answer, though, and Penny wanted an answer. She dragged her fingernails a few inches down his chest, leaving red streaks behind and eliciting both a wince and an audible gasp of pain from her boyfriend.
"Answer me," Penny demanded. "Does it feel good when I fuck you, Gabriel?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes, Penny, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good."
Penny dragged her hips back and forth over Gabriel's crotch, bathing his dick in her warmth and wetness while setting off explosions of pleasure in her loins thanks to the beautiful friction of her clit against his body.
She looked down and saw his orgasm approaching. The look on his face made it so obvious, which is why Penny slowed the movement of her hips, keeping him on the edge of a climax without letting him fall into what he craved.
Penny leaned down and kissed her boyfriend. At first it was a kiss like any other they'd shared, but then he moaned and for some reason she invaded his mouth with her tongue, much like she was fucking him with it. Gabriel responded by moaning louder and then his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass.
For some reason, it felt inappropriate for him to be touching her like that in that moment, so Penny sat up, grabbed his wrists, and roughly pinned his hands above his head. For a split second Gabriel looked genuinely surprised, but then Penny began to slowly bounce on his cock, replacing everything he was feeling with pure pleasure.
"I like fucking you, Gabriel," she said with her lips hovering close enough to his that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "I like fucking you nice and slow like I'm doing right now. I like fucking you hard, too. I like seeing the look on your face when I fuck you hard."
He moaned and pleasure ripped across his face, though not because she'd sped up the pace of her hips. Instead, it seemed that Gabriel quite liked that Penny was reinforcing the notion that she was, in fact, fucking him.
"Tell me, Gabriel, do you like it when I fuck you hard?" she asked.
"Oh my god," he replied. That seemed to be all he could offer, though, as if her words had robbed him of the ability to do much more than express how turned on he was.
Penny smiled and kissed his neck as her pussy pulsed with pleasure around her boyfriend's cock. She was getting close to a climax and it felt as though it was going to be powerful.
It was that ever-increasing sense of pleasure, her impending orgasm, and the mild sense of drunkenness that led Penny to surrender to every impulse that struck her in that moment.
One such impulse was to fling a word at Gabriel. A word that Penny normally hated. A word that was often used to denigrate women, to shake the foundations of their self-confidence. And yet, in that moment, the mere notion of using that word thrilled her, diverting more blood flow to her loins and increasing the pleasure Penny felt each time she dropped her pussy onto Gabriel's cock and generated blissful friction for her clit.
"You know who likes getting fucked hard, Gabriel?" she asked.
He shook his head and she noted the beautiful sense of anticipation in his eyes.
"A slut," Penny said before a pulse of pleasure burst forth from her loins and prompted her to close her eyes, roll her head back, and let her legs and arms tremble for a moment.
When she opened her eyes, Penny saw that Gabriel was on the verge of cumming. His mouth was agape, though he produced no sound. His eyes were wide open and wild with desire. He was moments away from groaning and grunting as his cock exploded inside her, as he spilled his seed in her pussy and experienced those long seconds of pure, perfect bliss that could make a person feel indescribably happy.
"Do you like being a slut for me, Gabriel?" she asked. "Do you like it when I fuck you like a good little slut?"
He nodded and then he came. He came and Penny came right along with him. She'd been holding back her climax and the moment she saw that look of release on Gabriel's face her orgasm broke through the temporary dam she'd set up and washed over her like a tidal wave.
Penny's body tensed up for a moment. Her fingernails dug into Gabriel's chest and her toes gripped the bed sheets beneath them. Then it all relaxed. Time slowed as pleasure spread through her, working its way outwards from her loins. She closed her eyes and saw stars as it felt like her body was temporarily weightless and dedicated entirely to experiencing an orgasm of the sort that only came along once or twice a year if she was lucky.
As the most intense part of her orgasm faded, Penny floated down until she was resting on top of Gabriel with his cock still inside her. He ran a hand through her hair, kissed her cheek, and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and tight in a manner that put a bright smile on her face.
"That was really good," she said. "Really, really good."
"It really was," he replied. "Thank you."
Gabriel wasn't the kind of man that thanked Penny for sex. In fact, she was fairly certain it was the first time he'd uttered those words after a sexual encounter, with the possible exception of one of the first few blowjobs she'd given him. It was another significant utterance, and she took it to mean that she'd given him something he craved, and perhaps something he didn't even know he'd craved. It seemed evident that he'd cum just as hard - if not harder - than she had, as great pleasure was about the only reason a man like Gabriel would thank her after sex.
"It was my pleasure," she replied softly. "Believe me, it really was."
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The next day - Saturday - Gabriel was in a notably good mood. He was almost always in a good mood - it was one of the reasons Penny had fallen in love with him - but this was different. He was in the sort of good mood that made it seem as though he might break into song and dance at any moment.
He was more affectionate than usual, too. He pulled Penny in for hugs and offered kisses of varying lengths throughout the day. He even offered to give her a foot massage as the evening approached, an offer she gladly accepted.
It wasn't lost on Penny that the quality of the sex the night before was likely the source of Gabriel's good mood. He made no mention of it, though, and she chose to remain quiet about it too, instead preferring to enjoy his good mood and her own elevated sense of satisfaction and happiness.
They spent Sunday with Gabriel's family - his parents hosted a dinner every Sunday, inviting family and a handful of close friends and Penny and Gabriel attended most weeks if they weren't otherwise occupied - but his mood remained elevated, so much so that both of his parents noted that he seemed happier than usual.
It was late when they got home - after 10 p.m., which was late for a Sunday given that they both had to get up early for work - but Penny asked if Gabriel wanted to open a bottle of wine.
He did so and they curled up on the couch with a glass. They put on House Hunters and watched as the couple made what seemed to be a poor decision in choosing a house that was far too large for their needs simply because it had a backyard that the husband had fallen in love with.
Their glasses were empty as the show ended, so Gabriel took Penny's, leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed into the kitchen to wash up.
As the TV shifted into an episode of House Hunters International, Penny couldn't help but think about the sex they'd had on Friday night. Had Gabriel actually enjoyed it as much as she had? Yes. The answer was an unequivocal yes. He hadn't said anything about it, though, and he hadn't attempted to initiate sex since Friday. It wasn't unusual for them to go a few days without having sex, but it was slightly unusual not to fuck at least twice over the weekend.
Penny wondered if Gabriel felt a little bit embarrassed about how much he'd enjoyed the sex. Was that possible? It seemed possible. Perhaps she'd taken things too far. What man wants to be called a slut, after all? What man wants to reckon with the fact that he'd cum so hard after being called a slut?
Suddenly Penny was concerned that she'd made a mistake, so she headed for the kitchen to talk to Gabriel about it. It was late, but his work weeks tended to be kind of hectic and she worried that if they didn't talk about it right then and there that they'd have to wait another week to hash it out.
Gabriel was standing at the sink and carefully washing the wine glasses when Penny entered the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice her presence and she didn't announce it, instead preferring to study her boyfriend. Penny smiled at his willingness to clean the wine glasses without complaint and the care he took to make sure he did a good job. She smiled at the sense of attraction and desire she felt, too.
It was that desire that propelled Penny across the kitchen. Gabriel looked over his shoulder as she neared and offered a smile before turning his attention back to the glass.
Penny stopped half a foot behind him and ran a hand up his back. She briefly grasped his shoulder before running her fingers down his back once more, appreciating the softness of his t-shirt and the muscles underneath that gently rippled as he cleaned the glass.
Something arose in Penny as she touched her boyfriend. Something similar to what she'd felt on Friday night. Her fingers moved up his back once more. She grasped his shoulder once more, but this time Penny maintained her grip as she put her other hand on his hip. She stepped closer and pressed her pelvis against his ass.
Penny slowly pulled her hips back and thrust forward. She looked down and admired the view of her crotch confidently moving forward until it pressed against Gabriel's ass once more.
Again Penny pulled her hips back and again she thrust forward, this time adding a little extra strength. Gabriel's body pushed forward as her hips met his ass. He turned the water off and set the glass in the sink. Penny thrust once more. She felt a stunning surge of arousal spread from her pussy, which was unquestionably wet.
Penny stepped back and pulled on Gabriel's hip as she simultaneously pressed on his upper back. He moved back with her and bent over, grasping the edge of the counter. His upper body was now almost parallel with the floor.
Penny's hips moved back and forth as she kept one hand on Gabriel's upper back and another on his waist. Over and over her pelvis slammed into his ass as she mimicked fucking her boyfriend from behind. From one point of view, it was among the strangest sexual acts she'd ever undertaken. From another point of view - which happened to be the one Penny was seeing from in that moment - it was among the most thrilling sexual acts she'd ever undertaken, at least if the excitement emanating from her loins was any indication.
After a few dozen thrusts, Penny stopped, pulled on Gabriel's shoulder until he was standing up straight, and reached between his legs with her body pressed against his back. He moaned when she discovered his erection and moaned again when she unzipped his pants, reached inside, and freed his stiffness.
Penny took his cock in her hand and stroked him as she kissed the back of his neck. As she stroked him slowly, her free hand moved up his chest and until her fingers came to rest lightly against his neck. She offered little pressure, but something about gripping her boyfriend's neck in that manner proved thrilling.
"Did that feel good, Gabriel?" she whispered. "Did it feel good when I bent you over the sink?"
"Yes," he replied.
Penny felt his cock surge in her hand. Precum poured from the tip and lubed her fingers. The handjob she offered quickly produced slippery, wet sounds that filled the kitchen.
"You know who gets bent over, Gabriel?"
"Who?" he asked.
She stroked him faster. "A slut gets bent over and fucked, Gabriel. A good little slut. A good little slut bends over and gets fucked. Fucked hard. So you like being a good little slut, don't you?"
Penny couldn't believe the heat between her legs. It wasn't just arousal. It was something else. Something beyond arousal. Something more potent. Something she couldn't help but feed.
"Oh my god," Gabriel said.
His cock surged in her hand and he gripped the edge of the counter and came. Penny slowed her strokes as her boyfriend's grunts and groans resonated around the kitchen while his cum spilled into the sink, on the counter, and on the cabinet doors that Gabriel's knees nearly crashed into as the orgasm left his legs trembling.
Penny released her boyfriend's cock from her grasp and stepped back. He gripped the counter tightly and looked down while sucking in deep breaths. Gabriel then looked over his shoulder, smiled, and said, "Thank you. That was amazing."
Penny kicked off her heels, unbuttoned her jeans, and worked them over her hips and down her legs. Her panties followed and she pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table, sat, and parted her thighs.
Gabriel stared between them for a moment before tucking his cock back into his pants, striding towards her, and falling to his knees. His mouth was against her pussy a moment later and his tongue lashed at Penny's clit, expertly enhancing her arousal and quickly working her towards an orgasm.
"Oh, fuck," she said softly as her fingers moved through Gabriel's hair. "Make me cum, baby."
Gabriel did just that and he did so in less than a minute. Penny had a beautiful orgasm that left her body trembling as she thought of the particular pleasure of standing behind her boyfriend and thrusting like she was fucking him. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced and the fresh memory of it aided in bringing her to her second world class orgasm in the span of three days.
"Thank you," she said when Gabriel leaned back and smiled.
"Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure," he replied. "It really was."
Penny reached out and caressed his face. "I know, and I like that I can make you - or both of us, really - feel that good. I really, really like it and I want to continue exploring that pleasure."
A deep look of vulnerability washed over Gabriel's face, like he was as open to Penny as he'd ever been. "Really?" he asked.
She nodded, inched her ass forward on the chair, and leaned down to kiss him. Her lips lingered against his for a handful of long, beautiful seconds and their tongues danced just a little before she said, "Absolutely, and I think we're both going to have a great deal of fun."
