Page 15 of Defined and Defiled
For a moment, neither of us speaks, both of us looking down. The hard cocks are cream colored with smudged words wrapping them like vines. They are stacked on top of one another, with the shorter and thicker of the two on top. Only the lower one has balls, which reflect an upside-down 3 more than an actual scrotum. Whoever the artist was, they didn't let anything as trivial of a knowledge of human anatomy stop their vision.
“Are they functional?” I ask.
At this, Richard finally meets my eyes.
“This is what you're worried about, Shirley? This is worse than the 'horny ray'.”
“So you can feel them?”
Richard nods, his face looking miserable.
“And so, if I did this?” I run a finger over the tip of the leaking cock. It's a smooth, rough texture, not different from running your hands along the pages of a book, and watery ink stains my finger.
Richard shudders, his pages flapping.
“That, God, yeah, I could feel that.” He shuts his eyes tightly.
“Are you down for some more experimentation?”
“Are you sure, Shirley?”
“Surely.”
I lean down to kiss him. After yesterday, this kiss feels embarrassingly chaste, just a soft press off lips on lips. I surprise myself with how much I want this, how eager I am to see the results of this 'experiment'. Before we can ramp up our kiss his weight pushes on my horn. The loud honk jolts up apart.
Everything gets tossed into the back seats to make room for Richard and me. There's no magical lust doodle this time. It's all me as I climb into my passenger seat. It's not easy to maneuver out of tights in a car, and it makes me wonder if we should bring back breakaway pants for situations like this.
There are only so many positions available to us in my hybrid, and with Richard's limited mobility so I situate him in the seat and climbover him, letting my knees land on opposite sides of his pages.
I expected Richard to want to get right into the main event, but his ribbon bookmark slides out of his pages as he watches me struggle to undress.
My chronically rolled down windows mean there will be no steaming up glass. I know we're covered by the tall forest trees, but it still feels like we could be spotted at any moment. If I get my brains fucked out in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still count as exhibitionism?
I have always loved a good bookmark, and it seems like I am finally going to be loved back by one. The silky ribbon snakes its way between my thighs.
Richard takes his time teasing me, running his ribbon over my wetness, and just barely grazing my clit softly where his ribbon is cut. It's feather light, and I almost wish he had a hard plastic bookmark instead.
“I wish I could hold you, Shirley.” Richard's voice is low, but it still shocks me. Even as his 'tongue' continues its movements against me, his words are crystal clear as he watches me writhe atop him.
“You don't have any arm doodles hidden in your pages?” I pant.
“I guess we'll never know since you were a naughty girl and couldn't focus long enough to check.” Richard's ribbon stops with the teasing and folds over itself a few times, until the tip of his ribbon is about an inch thick. I don't have to show Richard where the clit is, since he could actually define it.
He uses the thick part of his ribbon to give me the pressure I need, letting the remainder of his length slide up and down between my folds. It's hard to stay upright in this position. My nails will probably leave permanent marks on my headrest.
A moment before I feel like I'm going to fall, Richard eases up, and I catch my breath. Then he starts the teasing again. I ride his ribbonhard, sliding my pussy along the thin line of satin.
It's not enough. I reach underneath me for the smaller cock, and Richard removes his ribbon from my legs completely.
“Hands up.”
“Really, Richard?”
“Raise your hand, Ms. Sumner.”
I feel foolish, but I comply, returning my hands to the headrest.
“Good girl.” Richard returns his tongue to where it was. Each time I ride the way up, he eases off of me before I come.
