Chapter 1363
Daisy's soft laugh at Kevin's awestruck expression revealed a newfound delight in her own power. She experimented, tightening the front of her vagina, then her cervix, then both together, using the abdominal lock technique to precisely control each muscle, creating an endless variety of sensations. Her vagina was a truly versatile instrument.
Kevin was lost in a haze of pleasure. Daisy, he realized, was a woman of hidden depths. She projected an air of elegance and composure, but beneath the surface, a wildness lurked, exceeding even Vanessa and Natalie in its uninhibited intensity.
Daisy's allure was different, more subtle. She didn't need overt displays of seduction; a single look from her expressive eyes could mesmerize. Years of dance had honed her gaze into a powerful tool, capable of conveying a complex range of emotions. It was that expressiveness that had captivated audiences, earning her a devoted following who still regarded her as a goddess.
Careful not to arouse Daisy's suspicions, Kevin kept his own playful tendencies in check, focusing on simple, powerful thrusts. With a woman who'd been sexually dormant for so long, there was no need for elaborate techniques, especially given his size. The youthful vigor of his cock, combined with the direct, forceful penetration, was more than enough to send her spiraling. Daisy was completely enthralled, her cervix eagerly seeking out the head of his cock.
Many women experienced involuntary cervical contractions during intense arousal, adding another layer of sensation for the man. But Daisy could control these contractions, consciously pulling him deeper, creating the exquisite sensation of being sucked by her cervix. Oliver's cock, unfortunately, wasn't long enough to benefit from this particular talent.
Kevin buried himself deep inside her, feeling the delicious pull of her cervix, sucking on him like a hungry infant. The pleasure was intense, rivaling even Evelyn's unique vaginal contractions, sending a shiver down his spine, his mind blanking with pure sensation.
His cock pulsed inside her, a jet of hot semen erupting into her womb. Twice filled by Kevin, Daisy's long-neglected vagina felt revitalized. Her face flushed, her eyes glowed with desire, her skin radiant. The allure of a mature woman in the throes of passion was intoxicating. Kevin collapsed on top of her, panting. It wasn't as explosive as their first encounter, but it had a different kind of intensity. A woman like Daisy was like a fine wine, meant to be savored, not gulped down like Vanessa or Natalie.
"Kevin, are you satisfied now?" Daisy's voice was soft, a gentle caress against his ear. She stroked his sweat-dampened forehead, her touch tender. "You've come twice today. We should save some for next time."
"Daisy, that was unbelievable," Kevin mumbled, his voice thick with residual pleasure. The memory of her cervix milking him, pulling him deeper, still sent shivers down his spine. "The sucking… I didn't know… It felt incredible." It was similar to Evelyn, he thought, but Evelyn's contractions were only during orgasm, a brief, intense clench that sent him over the edge too quickly. Daisy's were different, gentler, more rhythmic, like waves lapping against him, building the pleasure slowly, steadily.
"Kevin, that was my uterus contracting," Daisy corrected him, a blush creeping up her neck, staining her skin a delicate pink. A wave of shame washed over her, hot and uncomfortable. She shouldn't have used those… skills. Those lewd, intimate skills she'd learned over the years, teasing him, arousing him, getting this sixteen-year-old boy addicted to such intense pleasure. It was like a drug, she knew, a potent cocktail of hormones and sensation that would be impossible for him to resist. But seeing the pure, unadulterated pleasure on his handsome face, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment, a primal urge to please him, to give him what he craved. The conflicting emotions warred within her, a turbulent storm of guilt and desire.
Her feelings for Kevin were still largely maternal, tinged with a deep affection. But his endowment, his sheer physical presence, made him feel so much older, so much more like a man. This whole situation was a tangled mess of wrongness, a secret she couldn't justify, a line she'd crossed and couldn't uncross. She didn't know how to navigate this physical connection with him, this dangerous dance they were engaged in.
But it was too late to turn back now. The damage was done. Seeing him still sprawled on top of her, sated and reluctant to move, she gave his backside a gentle pat, a maternal gesture that belied the intimacy they'd just shared. "Come on, sleepyhead," she said, her voice light, teasing. "You have school tomorrow."
Kevin leaned in, kissing her rosy lips, the taste sweet and intoxicating, like ambrosia. He lingered for a moment, savoring the contact, before finally pulling away, his cock slipping from her vagina with a soft, wet pop. A stream of milky fluid followed, a starkly white contrast against her dark pubic hair, a visual reminder of their transgression.
After Kevin left, the silence of the room amplified Daisy's swirling thoughts. She remembered Oliver's earlier call, a nagging thread of responsibility pulling at the edges of her passion-fogged mind. She quickly plugged in her phone, the device springing to life, and called him back.
"Honey, why did your phone die?" Oliver's voice, filtered through the background noise of a busy restaurant, sounded slightly irritated.
"It died earlier. Just got it charged," Daisy replied casually, trying to sound unconcerned. "Are you at a restaurant? Will you be home tonight?"
"I'm at the guesthouse, having dinner with some officials from the education bureau. It'll be late, so I'll stay here rather than disturb you and Laura," Oliver explained. "Make sure you lock the doors and windows. I've heard there have been some break-ins lately." His voice held a note of concern, a reminder of the night she'd been attacked.
"It's okay. Kevin's staying over," Daisy said softly, the words a shield against the memory of the masked man, the terror that had gripped her that night. A wave of resentment towards Oliver washed over her. If he hadn't been so busy, so often absent, preoccupied with his work and his ambitions, that man wouldn't have had the opportunity. It was her father's reputation, his lingering influence in the community, that had likely saved her from something far worse. That night, terrified and vulnerable, Laura had called Kevin over. And somehow, in the aftermath of that trauma, something had shifted between them. A fragile connection had formed, a spark ignited in the darkness. That night had been the catalyst, the breaking point that had led to… this. This tangled web of desire and deception. The real problem, she realized, wasn't Kevin. The real problem lay in the chasm that had grown between her and Oliver.
"Good. Having a man in the house makes me feel better," Oliver said, his voice relieved. "But Kevin's dating Laura and staying over… you need to be careful, Daisy. Kids grow up fast these days; we don't want any misunderstandings." His words were laced with a subtle warning, a reminder of the social conventions they were flouting.
"I know. He's in the guest room. I've spoken to Laura. It's not a big deal," Daisy said, a touch of impatience creeping into her voice. She resented his implication, the subtle accusation in his tone. "It's not like you insisted Audrey and the others work late, leaving Kevin with no place to go." She paused, changing the subject. "By the way, how's that project application coming along?"
"Almost there. Just waiting for the city experts to inspect and have the acceptance meeting. Then, if the education bureau approves it, we should be good," Oliver's voice sounded tired, the strain of the project evident in his tone.
"Why do you even bother with all this?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with concern. "Just be the principal. In a few years, you can transfer to the education bureau as a deputy director and have a nice, easy life. Why wear yourself out?" She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Every time we've had sex these past few months, it's been over in minutes, or you can't even… Are you seeing someone else?" The question hung in the air, unspoken fears taking shape in the silence.
"Don't be ridiculous," Oliver said quickly, his voice tight. He forced a laugh. "I'm just exhausted. Once this is over, you'll see." He added, "With a beautiful wife like you, why would I look anywhere else?"
"Wives aren't as exciting as other women," Daisy said, her voice flat. "You know that." She sighed. "Anyway, that's all. Just try not to drink too much." She hung up before he could reply, the silence of the room pressing in on her. She knew how these work functions operated, the unspoken rules, the shady dealings that happened behind closed doors. Men did stupid things, sometimes even using prostitutes as a bonding exercise, a perverse ritual of male camaraderie. It was how some circles operated, the price of admission to certain levels of power. She didn't police Oliver the way some wives did, checking him for lipstick stains and the lingering scent of perfume. She had too much pride for that, too much self-respect. It was exhausting, degrading.
As long as his heart was still at home, she told herself, that was enough. And now she had Kevin. It was a dangerous secret, a forbidden pleasure, but it made her feel freer, less anxious when Oliver was away, less resentful of his constant absences. It gave her opportunities. Thinking of Kevin's cock inside her, the feel of his body against hers, Daisy's long legs involuntarily tensed, her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and guilt. She reached for a tissue, wiping herself clean, a sense of relief washing over her, followed immediately by a fresh wave of shame. Kevin's identity aside, the pure physical pleasure was undeniable, a potent antidote to the emptiness she'd been feeling.
If only Oliver could be half as potent, half as attentive, she wouldn't be doing this. But Daisy wasn't one to dwell on what couldn't be changed. She was a woman of action, a pragmatist. She'd go to the supermarket tomorrow, it being Saturday, and buy Kevin some underwear. And maybe… maybe she'd stop by an adult store. Pick up some lingerie. And condoms. Definitely condoms. Kevin's sperm was potent at his age, and he was so enthusiastic, so thorough. She couldn't risk getting pregnant. A child with Kevin that would be a disaster, a scandal that would ruin them both. The thought sent a chill down her spine, a stark reminder of the precariousness of her situation, the dangerous game she was playing.
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