Chapter 1362
This time, the sex was slower, more deliberate. The frenetic energy of their first encounter had given way to a languid intimacy. They were both pleasantly spent, bodies and minds sated. If the first time had been a sprint, this was a leisurely stroll. There was no rush, no urgency. Kevin lay on top of Daisy, moving with a steady rhythm, his cock gliding smoothly in and out of her wet vagina. Having already come once, Daisy hadn't insisted on a condom this time. The size had been an issue before, constantly slipping off, and she found the sensation much more pleasurable without it. She wanted Kevin to enjoy himself, to savor the moment.
Daisy's slender frame belied a surprising fullness, a delightful weight that made the experience all the more satisfying. He felt the soft friction of his cock against her labia, the slight prickle of his testicles brushing against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Daisy kept hers short, unlike Alissa, whose bush was a thick, untamed jungle that nearly obscured her mons pubis. He'd yet to meet a woman who was naturally bare down there.
Natalie had once claimed to shave it all off, but she'd complained about the discomfort and let it grow back. Daisy's pubic hair, a tight curl of a few inches, framed her full mons beautifully. It suited her, somehow – elegant yet uninhibited, fresh and inviting.
"Kevin, what are you doing?" Daisy's voice held a playful reprimand. She felt the lazy movement of his cock inside her and gave his backside a playful swat. "Put some effort into it. Is this how you study?"
He chuckled, burying himself deep inside her, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. "Just exercising, Daisy." He cupped her breasts, squeezing them together until the cleavage deepened into a narrow slit, her nipples peeking out pertly. He released them, letting them spill back into his hands, repeating the motion, fascinated by the way they changed shape under his touch.
He'd done similar things with Audrey. Her breasts were larger, offering more… possibilities. He'd leave bite marks on them and see how long they took to fade, or push his fingers deep into the soft flesh, testing the limits of their give. He'd developed a whole repertoire of breast-related games, over a dozen by his last count. He'd thought about having a playful competition when he finally managed a threesome with Alissa and Audrey. Walking with ping pong balls clamped between their breasts to see who could hold the most, testing Archimedes' principle by submerging them in water to measure displacement, hanging objects from their nipples to test elasticity.
If Vanessa and Natalie joined in, they could have a whole field day. Clamping eggs with their impressive cleavage, maybe even a swallowing contest using golf balls. The thought made him grin. They could divide into heavyweight and lightweight divisions – Audrey and Alissa in the former, the others in the latter – to keep things fair.
Daisy watched him play with her breasts, a mixture of amusement and a strange, unfamiliar sensation swirling within her. Her mother had died young, and she'd been raised by her father, Malcolm, a stern, no-nonsense military man who'd treated her more like a son than a daughter. Her husband, Oliver, was an academic, methodical and reserved. Brilliant, yes, but more… contained. Even their daughter, Laura, was a well-behaved, sensible child. Their family life was harmonious, but perhaps a little… subdued. Kevin's playful energy was a welcome disruption.
He was a curious mix of maturity and impulsiveness, of thoughtfulness and mischief. He could make her laugh one minute and bring tears to her eyes the next. He possessed both the best qualities of youth – bravery, kindness – and the worst – recklessness, impulsivity. But what Daisy valued most about Kevin was the fundamental goodness of his heart. His willingness to put himself in harm's way to protect others. She remembered the police raid on the north and south side gangs, how Kevin had fearlessly charged into the den of criminals, risking his life to subdue the thugs and rescue the hostages. Detective Mark had commended his bravery, joking that Daisy had found a good boyfriend for Laura. She'd felt a surge of pride, a confirmation of her own judgment. But now, lying here with him, she felt a confusing mix of emotions.
She felt a stirring deep inside her as Kevin's cock twitched within her. She reached for him, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, the muscles of her vagina clenching and releasing around him with a dexterity that was almost… finger-like. Years of dedicated yoga practice had given her exceptional control over her body, including the intricate abdominal lock technique, allowing her to manipulate the muscles of her vaginal walls with surprising precision. She could tighten and loosen at will, creating the perfect friction, the ideal sensation. Her control rivaled even Vanessa or Natalie, though she'd originally pursued yoga for self-improvement, not to develop techniques to please her husband.
With Oliver, in his current state, he climaxed quickly enough without her needing to employ any special techniques. But now, with Kevin, she found herself instinctively using the lock, adjusting the tightness of her vagina, the grip of her cervix, controlling the rhythm of their lovemaking. At her age, to be so easily overwhelmed by a younger man… it would be mortifying.
Kevin felt the sudden constriction, tighter even than Audrey, squeezing him so hard he could barely move. He was surprised. Only Audrey had ever made him feel like this. Her vagina, always tight, always deep, felt perpetually virginal. The deeper he pushed, the tighter she gripped him. The opening, the front wall, the cervix – three distinct barriers, each a delicious challenge to overcome. It was a structure designed to drive a man wild.
Of course, if he didn't have the length, he wouldn't be able to stimulate all three points simultaneously. Someone like Jason, with his shorter cock, could only reach the front wall, getting squeezed and stimulated by the folds and ridges of the opening and inner wall, leading to a quick release. Oliver was a little longer than Jason, but still not enough to reach Daisy's cervix.
Daisy had enjoyed sex with Oliver, but having no other point of comparison, she'd never realized what she was missing. Tonight, with Kevin, she understood. But a man with Kevin's length was a rarity. It was meant for Laura, eventually, but Laura was still young, so Daisy would… test it out.
"Daisy, this feels different. Tighter than before," Kevin murmured, surprised and delighted. It had felt good with Daisy earlier, but that had been more about the taboo thrill, the sheer naughtiness of it. The physical pleasure hadn't been as intense as with Evelyn, Vanessa, or Natalie, let alone Audrey. Maybe that was the difference between a good vagina and a great one. He hadn't expected Daisy's to… change.
"Really? You like it better this way?" she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.
His expression filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction. All those years of yoga, of maintaining her figure, had finally paid off. Every woman was a performer at heart, eager to showcase her talents, especially someone like Daisy, who had actually been on stage. She missed the applause, the adoration of the audience. Even if her audience was just Kevin. She bit her lip, tightening her vaginal muscles further. "How about now?" she whispered.
"Amazing," he breathed, feeling her slowly constrict around him, the inner folds tightening, gripping him like a velvet vise. The intensified sensation heightened his sensitivity, allowing him to feel every subtle shift, every minute change within her. It was like a full-body massage for his cock, the myriad tiny bumps and ridges caressing every cell. It was different from Audrey's ring-like contractions, but equally intoxicating. Daisy's vagina was deep and tight, the flesh thick and resilient, incredibly elastic, wrapping around him in layers of sensation.
It was unexpectedly thrilling. Audrey was like a leisurely stroll through a pleasure garden, each step revealing new delights. Daisy was like a high-end spa treatment, every inch of his cock pampered and massaged, from the tip to the base, with varying angles and pressures. This kind of intricate vaginal control was beyond even experienced lovers like Vanessa and Natalie. And yet, here was Daisy, this elegant, sophisticated woman, possessing such a hidden, wondrous talent.
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