Dennis Chronicles - Backyard Burn

Dennis Chronicles - Backyard Burn

by DaisyBlue13

An unusually quiet summer afternoon in the backyard turns into something far hotter than the weather, as Dennis takes control -- until Daisy decides to return the favor.

It's a rare occasion that we're sitting in the backyard, relaxing together. It's not that we don't -- it's just a rare occurrence, since we're both so busy with our businesses. That being said, trust me, we always find time to be together -- and make it even better when we add sex into the mix, too.

I mean, at our age, we still have the sex drive of teenagers. I can't see that changing anytime soon either. Lucky me!

It's a great summer day, and we're in the backyard. For Dennis to sit still for any length of time is always a good time -- he always finds something to do, even if I think nothing needs to be done. I can feel his eyes on me. I'm lying on my lounger, trying to even out my tan. I so dislike tan lines, but such is life. I'm stretched out on my belly, trying to get some sun on my back and legs.

Dennis's Spotify country playlist is playing. It's funny -- when we first met, he thought I was full of it when I said I was a country fan... until, on the spot, I pulled up my own playlist to prove it. I mean, I've got everything from old country to new. It was funny to see him concede that maybe, just maybe, he met someone who actually loves country as much as he does.

But I'm getting away from the story!

So, there I am -- belly-down on my lounger, listening and singing (badly) as he quizzes me on who's singing.

"The Bellamy Brothers," I say.

"Really? I couldn't tell."

That's my cue to stop before I make his ears bleed.

And yet, I can still feel his eyes on me. I might be singing off-key, but I'm always thinking about when I can have fun with Dennis's cock -- and today isn't any different. I'm a multitasker, thinker, and doer. My eyes are closed, enjoying the fantasy of what Dennis does best to me while we chat about where to go for a motorcycle ride later.

Next thing I know, my sun is gone -- blocked by Dennis.

How did I not hear him get closer?

He can be stealthy when he wants to be.

I decide not to move. Let him work for it.

I'm already wet from what I was thinking -- but let's be honest, Dennis has me wet every day, and I swear, all day and night. It's just what he does to me, even when he's not doing anything.

I feel him bend over me, hovering above. One hand rubs my ass cheek through my bikini bottom -- then SMACK.

I shriek, "You bugger!"

It was good -- but jarring, like icy water tossed over me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

He pushes me gently back down on my belly, and that same hand moves lower, fingers now rubbing my pussy through my bikini. He doesn't have to rub much to feel the wetness soaking through. I hear him groan -- quiet, but real.

Then he slips his fingers under the side of my bikini bottom and teases me -- not inside, just along my lips. Flicking me. I breathe his name through clenched teeth.

Hmmm... it's going to be like this today, is it?

One of my favorite games.

I let Dennis think he's in control -- but I am. Except, of course, he lets me think that, because really, he's the one in control. And he knows I love it that way.

He keeps rubbing me, so slowly, so precisely. I spread my legs a bit farther, trying to push myself against his fingers, desperate for more pressure. He stops.

I try to flip onto my back, but Dennis pushes me down again. Then straddles my lounger and pulls me back to straddle him instead. His shorts are still on, but there's no mistaking how hard he is.

I want to taste him.

But he won't let me.

His cock presses against my pussy as his thumb moves from my clit to barely inside me -- just enough to make the heat spike again. His other hand rubs my phoenix tattoo on my side. That tattoo is one of his favorite things about me. He tells me to come for him.

It doesn't take long.

He always knows how. He's the only man who can make me come on demand -- and more than once a session. I haven't been with many, but I'm glad I saved the best for last with Dennis.

I know there'll be more. I hear him mutter a low "fuck" as he feels my pussy tense around his thumb during my orgasm.

He turns me to my back and sucks my cum off his thumb, leaning down to kiss me -- sharing my taste with me, then sliding that same thumb into my mouth. Fuck, it's hot.

Dennis pulls his cock out of his shorts and pushes my bikini bottoms aside just enough to smack it gently against my soaked pussy. I just want him to slide inside me -- fast, hard, deep. But no.

He's killing me.

And I love it.

I try to move, to slide down on him. He stops me with one hand on his cock -- holding me off. His look says it all: Not until I say so.

God, I love it when he controls me like this.

I wish we were inside so I could wrestle him down and ride him hard -- but I also want this to play out. The tease is delicious.

Then suddenly, he grabs my hips and, in one swift motion, he gives me what I've been craving. His cock -- deep, fast, and hard.

"Fuck," I groan -- louder than I should.

Dennis gives me that look -- Don't do that again or I'll stop.

If we weren't in the backyard, I'd challenge him. Instead, I surrender to him, giving myself over to his rhythm.

I push myself upright, straddling him with his cock still inside me. His hands are on my ass, moving me up and down, filling me to the edge. I'm so tight, so stretched around him, but my wetness keeps everything smooth and intense.

He moves me faster. Harder.

I can tell he's getting close.

So am I -- again.

But this time, I pull off of him.

He tries to pull me back -- but I want his cock in my mouth. Now.

Yumm.

I love taking him deep, especially when his hand pushes my head farther. He likes listening to me gag. His cock is so big -- long and thick. No matter how much I try, I can't take all of him. Almost. It's a running joke between us. I always tease, "If I'm ever going to take all of you, I need more lessons."

He always rises to the occasion.

I could suck his cock for hours, and he knows it. But this isn't going to be an hours-long session -- not today. I lick the tip and taste his precum. He's rock hard and throbbing. His balls are tight -- he's so close.

Now I get to choose: my throat, my body, or my skin.

The control has shifted to me.

He tastes so good in my mouth -- of both him and me. His fingers find my pussy again, driving me just as crazy. I lick him, stroke him, take him deep. His fingers are fucking me hard and fast.

I'm right at the edge again.

He's grunting now -- barely able to hold off. I love it when he loses control.

I fuck his cock with my mouth.

"Cum," he says, "because I'm going to."

So I do.

I cum on his fingers while I'm still sucking him, moaning around his cock. And once I come down from it, he grabs my head, feeling every motion as I take him deep -- until he cums down my throat.

Mmm. Fuck.

We are hot.

And not just from the heat of the day.

Thankfully, he didn't cum inside me.

Gives me something to look forward to later today --

after our bike ride...

or maybe on it.

Time will tell.