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Damon was surprised when he got Felicia’s email. It
read;
‘Hey there Damon, just wanted to catch up. What you doing these days? I’m
back in town, living in the old Department Store Development, the one on
central and west. Wanna get together? If so, call me.
Felicia X.’
He hadn’t heard from Felicia in three years, since they broke up and she
left town. Damon sat there staring at the screen of his laptop, trying to
figure out the reason Felicia’s sudden reappearance in his life. He
shrugged his shoulders and thought about Felicia’s slim athletic body and
her cute pouting lips and he figured, ‘What the hell’ and sent her an
email reply saying he would call that afternoon. Later that day, Damon
called Felicia on his cell phone.
‘Hiya Felicia, long time no see,’ Damon said.
‘Oh Damon, it’s so good to hear your voice,’ Felicia’s purring voice
answered.
‘You okay?’ Damon asked.
‘Yeah, come around this evening. It’ll be good to see you.’ Felicia said.
‘Sure,’ Damon said, ‘what time?’
‘About 7.30, if that’s alright with you?’
‘No problem. See you at 7.30,’ Damon said and snapped the case of his cell
phone shut. Felicia sounded strangely pleasant for someone who'd been out
of touch for so long. What did she want? What was on her mind? He thought.
He put all that to one side and changed his clothes and caught a taxi to
the Department Store Development over on central and west. It was short
journey and Damon's mind whirled with possibilities about Felicia. Maybe
she's joined the Scientologists and wants to induct me, he thought and
smiled to himself. He paid the cabbie and went up the elevator to the
third floor of the Department Store Development. ‘So good to see you,
Damon,’ Felicia said in the semi-darkness of her doorway. ‘Come in, come
in.’ Her long blond hair still had the same scent it always had.
‘You haven’t changed Felicia, just as pretty as ever,’ Damon said as he
came in.
‘I have in one way, look at me,’ Felicia said, turning and showing Damon a
big pregnant belly. ‘I’m knocked up, Damon. I’m seven months gone.’ Damon
stared at her. Felicia was barefoot and wore a little red top that left
her shoulders bare and joined with a couple of clips over her bra-less
breasts. Her huge belly was exposed and supported by a flimsy pair of
baggy red pants that sat uneasily under it.
‘Who...what...got you...this way?’ Damon said in a confused jumble of
words.
'Kevin,' Felicia answered.
'Who the fuck's Kevin?' Damon asked.
'Someone I met, a mistake.'
'How d'ya mean, a mistake,' Damon said. 'You are knocked up.'
‘I’m not with Kevin anymore.’ Felicia explained. ‘I left him. He was a
swine in the end. So, I decided to bring up my daughter on my own. I have
a little family money, and so we’ll be okay.’
Felicia smiled after saying it.
Damon watched her. That wide even smile she had. ‘God, she’s so
beautiful,’ Damon thought. ‘Even knocked up, she’s beautiful.’ All the old
desires and memories came flooding back. Damon became aroused. ‘Good for
you,’ he said. ‘You always went your own way. I like that about you,
Felicia.’ She held her big belly in both hands and smiled at Damon. ‘Wanna
see how I look, naked?’ she said, out of the blue. It shocked him a little
with its blunt suddenness. He quickly recovered his wits and said, ‘Sure I
would like to see you naked, Felicia. You know I always loved your
gorgeous body.’ Felicia smiled and led Damon by the hand into her
reception room and sat him down on a sofa. Damon watched as she unfastened
the clasps holding the little red top up. She let it down so that it hung
under her bare breasts. They were small and hard with swollen brown
nipples surrounded by huge brown areolas, much bigger and more swollen
than Damon remembered them being. Felicia cupped her breasts and soothed
them in an exciting, sensual, manner. Damon felt his dick harden in his
jeans. Felicia noticed his excitement and she leaned over him, her nipples
inches from his mouth.
She said, ‘Do you still find me sexy, Damon?’
Damon coughed and said, ‘Yeah, I do.’
'Even pregnant?' Felicia asked. 'Another man's kid swimming in my belly.'
'Yeah, you are incredibly sexy knocked up,' Damon said. 'Doesn't bother
me, the other man's kid thing.'
'I find you sexy, Damon, I always have,' Felicia said. 'You made me your
nympho, remember?'
'Oh God yeah,' Damon said fondly, 'how could I forget that.'
'You were my first anal sex fuck, you know that?'
'Was I? I'm flattered to have been.'
'First guy who creamed my face, too.'
'Really? Wow! We sure had some times, eh?'
'Amazing times, Damon. I've never had more excitement.'
'You had better get naked then, hadn't you?'
Felicia grinned and turned sideways and showed him her slim fit body, out
of proportion now with the massive bump at the front. She looked so damned
beautiful though, Damon thought. In fact, he observed pregnancy had
softened her looks and her body and made it somehow even more feminine. He
was dying to touch her. Felicia smiled like a lap dancer might to a
customer in a teasing inviting way and leaned forward, easing the baggy
red pants down until they were around her ankles. A little red thong held
her pussy in place between her slim thighs. ‘Wow!’ Damon exclaimed as
Felicia removed the baggy pants and the little red top and stood there in
the doorway, her slim hands on the frame. She moved closer, the little red
thong all there was between her and total nudity. She looked down at
Damon, a glazed expression in her brown eyes, and yanked the thong hard
until it pulled up tight between her pussy lips like a cord, a thin red
cord. 'Remember, that rope trick you used to play with my pussy, Damon?'
she asked. Damon stared up at her and nodded, her bulging melon belly and
milk-engorged breasts were seemingly pointing at him, hanging over him
like a Sword of Damocles, urging him to do something sexual.
‘Touch me,’ Felicia said softly.
Damon reached out and traced his fingertip up the thin stretch line that
ran up the middle of Felicia’s swollen belly. He lingered on the extruded
navel, enjoying its rubbery nub. Then he went higher onto her left breast,
noting its milky hardness and the length and stiffness of her erect
nipple. He pulled the hard brown teat and Felicia bit her bottom lip and
sighed in a sexy way. Damon smiled and said,‘I always loved the way you
did that; bit your bottom lip. It always reminded me of a seductive
schoolgirl begging for it.’ Felicia stepped back and Damon lowered his
hand. She pulled down the little red thong and flung it down on the floor.
She was naked now. Damon looked her up and down. Her cunt, as usual, was
trimmed and practically hairless. ‘My God,’ Damon thought, ‘she’s thirty
going on fifteen. What a Goddess she is.’ Felicia had that child/woman
thing going on and she stood there before him, naked, hands on the
underside of her belly...so ripe, so wanton, so desirable.
‘I need to be seduced, Damon, that’s why I wrote to you,’ she confessed.
‘I need it the way you used to give it to me. Can you do that?’
Damon smiled. ‘Feel this,’ he said and placed her hand on the crotch of
his jeans.
Felicia laughed. ‘Mm...you are just as horny as ever, Damon: Use me hard,
don’t be nice. You know what to do.’ Damon nodded and unzipped the bag
he’d brought with him. ‘I thought this might come in handy,’ he explained,
laying down a variety of sex toys and implements on Felicia’s coffee
table. ‘Oh God, I’ve missed the scene so much,’ Felicia said, handling all
the toys. ‘Time you were reintroduced then,’ Damon said. He stood and
removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. ‘On the
sofa, on your back, quickly,’ Damon barked. Felicia did as instructed and
Damon had her hold her ankles with her wrists next to them. He shackled
her with a leather device that cuffed wrist and ankle together so that she
couldn’t move from the ‘crab on its back’ position. When he was satisfied
Damon walked around Felicia and tapped her cunt lightly with the tip of a
riding crop. The little ‘tap-tap-tap’ sound of leather on skin became
wetter the more he did it. ‘Mm...that’s so fuckin’ horny Damon, please, do
it some more. My pussy’s on fire. It has been for months.’ Damon aimed the
crop between Felicia's hairless love lips, landing many strokes right on
and above Felicia’s clitoris. She shrieked at every stroke, a manic look
of satisfaction in her cute eyes now. ‘Mm…' she said. 'I’d forgotten just
how sadistic you can be, Damon. What a turn on you are. Hurt me, hurt me
and excite me.’ Felicia’s cunt was left reddened and throbbing from the
beating. Damon examined it, holding the love lips apart and he spat
between them, with encouragement from Felicia. He got on his knees and
sucked it off, licking between the many folds of soft pink skin until he
hit the nectar beyond. Damon reamed on Felicia’s cunt, teasing the clit
with his fingers as he sucked and gorged on it like a dog. She screamed
and struggled in her bonds as Damon got her to a peak of excitement. It
was so intense that she thought she’d pass out. He sensed her oncoming
climax and stopped performing cunnilingus on her.
‘I’m on fire Damon. I need to be ravished. Can you ravish me, please?’
Damon smiled and said, ‘Yes, I will ravish you, after this...’
She felt his fingers enter her tight puckered ass. One, then two, then
three fingers, smoothing cold lube in and out, in and out. ‘Oh, you nasty
beast Damon, you know anal drives me crazy, don’t you?’ Damon nodded and
introduced a fat butt plug to her. He held it to Felicia’s nose and told
her to suck it. Her thick lips pouted around it and Damon pushed it in and
out for a couple of seconds as she sucked on it. He smiled and took it
out. It was smeared with spit. He looked at it, sucked it himself, and
then forced its snout into Felicia’s helpless asshole. She trembled as it
entered her and shrieked when it went past the sphincter, then moaned with
delight when it slid all the way in with just the base showing from her
stretched anal opening.
‘Now we can fuck,’ Damon said.
He unshackled her and she gripped his bare ass as he tumbled between her
legs, as naked as she was now. ‘Bareback me, I trust you.’ Felicia said,
pulling Damon into her. His cock felt immediately at home in Felicia’s
tight slit. He carefully avoided putting his weight on her pregnant belly
by propping himself up on his hands. The sofa shook and bounced as the
fuck commenced in a welter of sloshing and kissing sounds as the two
former lovers rekindled their sexual connection. Felicia stroked her clit
after they changed positions, with her in the doggy position on her hands
and knees on the floor, Damon banging away inside her like a maniac. In
moments, Felicia erupted into a loud and explosive orgasm, her fingers
circling her clit below. Damon tugged on the butt plug and slowly drew it
from Felicia’s asshole as she climaxed.‘Oh fuck yeah, yeah, Mm, Ssh, Mm,
yeah,’ she groaned, her hands bunched into two tight fists around the edge
of the rug under her. Felicia collapsed forward and Damon shot his load
inside her as she sucked on the butt plug that he’d shoved straight from
her ass into her mouth. The porno image of her big sexy lips around the
glistening black rubber sex toy did it for Damon and he came with a loud
shout of, ‘Fuck yes,’ and a lot of references to God in there too.
The pair crashed out on the floor and slept for a while, after their
energetic sex. When they came to, Damon noticed his cock was struck to
Felicia’s pussy lips by the seminal fluid that had oozed out and joined
their genitals together.
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