Like Son, Like Father
Part Two
After Denise turned the light off, she and Jennifer sandwiched Timothy's
naked body
between their own. In the silvery moonlight, Timothy thought Denise and
Jennifer
looked like goddesses with alabaster skin. Their lipstick appeared darker
and
glossier than it had by the light of the lamp. The moonglow also played
off the
softly gleaming kid leather of their gloves. A pleasantly cool breeze
wafting in
the window contrasted with the warmth of their bodies pressing against his.
Timothy
felt as though he had been transported to another realm - a realm of sensual
pleasure and bliss unlike anything he had previously known or imagined.
Jennifer
pushed herself up on her pillow and reached over Timothy's head to caress the
other
side of his face with her gloved right hand while cupping her gloved left hand
under
his chin. Her right breast pressed against Timothy's left ear as he lay as
on his
back.
Placing her black leather-gloved right hand over Timothy's nose and mouth,
Denise
pressed her lips to his right ear and whispered softly as the night, "Be still,
sweet Timmy. Inhale the leather scent of my glove. Timmy, you will
remember
tonight the rest of your life. You will remember Jennifer and me as softer
on your
skin than a balmy night breeze and sweeter on your lips than honey from clover."
Denise's hair lay across Timothy's face. Moving her right leg up over
Timothy's,
Denise continued, "You will never forget the sensation of our breasts against
your
skin. You will never forget the soft caress of our leather gloves on your
face,
your lips, your body, your throbbing cock."
Denise moved her leather-sheathed hand down to Timothy's rigid, swollen penis.
Gripping it with her gloved fingers, she noticed in the moonlight that the slit
of
his cock-head was already beginning to ooze pre-cum. "Timmy, sweetheart,
just as we
share pleasure with you, you are going to give pleasure back to us," she said
with
her lips ticking his ear like the petals of a flower. "First I want you to
tongue-lick Jennifer's pussy to orgasm. Then you're going to fuck my
brains out."
Denise moved her kid-gloved hand back over Timothy's nose and mouth and pushed
her
warm, wet tongue into his ear. It was if a tidal wave of pleasure swept
over
Timothy and almost carried him off in the under-tow. Realizing that
Timothy was
already approaching the brink of orgasm, Denise got off the bed so that Timothy
could reposition himself with his head between Jennifer's legs. With her
knees in
the air, Jennifer spread her legs and pulled the lips of her wet pussy open with
her
leather-gloved fingers. She gently tickled her clit with her
leather-sheathed index
finger. It was the first time Timothy had ever seen a woman's vaginal lips
spread
apart. Clasping the sides of Timothy's face from behind with her
kid-gloved hands,
Denise manoeuvred his head into position between Jennifer's legs.
Timothy stuck his tongue between Jennifer's leather-sheathed fingers and began
to
tongue-tickle her honeyed clit. Meanwhile, Denise climbed back onto the
bed and
inserted the leather-sheathed middle finger of her right hand into Jennifer's
mouth
while reaching around behind Jennifer's head and caressing Jennifer under her
chin
with her gloved left hand. Jennifer then held Timothy's head between her
own gloved
hands so that she could grind her hips while mashing Timothy's tongue and lips
against her clit. Timothy thought his pecker grew another inch when he
felt the fur
cuffs of Jennifer's gloves tickling either side of his face. As Denise
slid her
leather-sheathed finger in and out of Jennifer's mouth, Jennifer began to moan
in
ecstasy. Her moans increased to an orgasmic shriek while her gloved
fingers
clutched Timothy's head. Timothy could feel Jennifer's quaking orgasm with
his lips
and tongue. The musky aroma of her pussy combined with the scent of her
leather
gloves almost made him pass out.
Denise then pulled Timothy back up on the bed so that he was lying on his back
next
to Jennifer. While Jennifer inserted a gloved finger into Timothy's mouth,
Denise
reached for the pair of long black kidskin gloves that Timothy had noticed lying
on
her bed when the three of them had first entered her room. Denise said,
"These are
going to the cleaners anyway," as she opened one of the gloves where it buttoned
at
the wrist and slid the hand portion of the glove over the swollen head of
Timothy's
penis. She rubbed the inside of the wrist part of the glove against his
balls.
When Timothy felt the velvety-plush suede interior of Denise's black kidskin
glove
intimately sheathing his cock and balls, he cried out, "Oh my god!"
Lying down next to Timothy and Jennifer, Denise cradled both their heads in her
gloved left arm so that Timothy and Jennifer were cheek-to-cheek and nearly
mouth-to-mouth. Then Denise inserted the gloved index finger of her right
hand in
Timothy's mouth while simultaneously inserting the gloved little finger of her
same
hand in Jennifer's mouth. As Denise slowly slid her leather-gloved fingers
in and
out of their mouths, she said, "Now all three of us are gloved together!
Timmy, my
glove on your pecker is a preview of how my pussy is going to feel. My
pussy is
like a delicious warm glove waiting for your cock, sweetheart!"
At that point, Timothy was fortunate that only moonlight illuminated the room -
otherwise, he'd have looked absolutely giddy and cross-eyed with pleasure such
as he
had never before experienced or imagined - not even in his wildest dreams.
But
Denise did not have to see Timothy's expression to know that he was close to
orgasm.
She pulled her glove off his rigid shaft and rolled him over on top of
her.
Jennifer then went down toward the foot of the bed and, reaching between
Timothy's
legs, wrapped her kid-gloved fingers around Timothy's shaft to guide his ship
into
port. Timothy was electrified with pleasure when his bloated cock-head
slid in
between the syrupy lips of Denise's tight pussy while Jennifer's leathered
fingers
guided his shaft. The fur cuff of Jennifer's glove tickled his balls
deliciously.
Once inside Denise, Timothy knew instinctively what to do. He began
humping her
furiously to ram his rigid, sperm-loaded pecker deep inside her. Jennifer
returned
to the top of the bed and tickled Timothy around his neck, chin and ears both
with
her kidskin-sheathed fingers and with the fur cuffs lining her gloves. Her
long,
sandy-blonde hair cascaded over both Timothy's and Denise's heads. Denise
wrapped
her left gloved arm around Timothy to hold him close while she placed her gloved
right hand over his face with her leather-sheathed middle finger inserted in his
mouth. As Timothy rammed his cock back and forth in her pussy, Denise slid
her
gloved finger in and out of his mouth.
Jennifer said, "Fuck her, Timmy! Fuck her for teasing you! Fuck her
so hard that
the shock waves blast her gloves right off her hands!"
As multiple explosions of mind-bending pleasure shot through her body, Denise
moaned, "Yes, fuck me, Timmy! Fuck me for wearing gloves! Explode
inside me! Shag
my brains out!"
"YES!" grunted Timothy in a hoarse, ragged voice.
Timothy's shaft was like a lightning rod for the pleasure that flowed from
Denise's
leather-sheathed hands throughout his entire being. That pleasure gathered
in his
balls and explosively surged up his shaft as Denise caressed his face with her
loving leather gloves. Timothy felt his brain dissolving and swirling in
an
all-consuming wave of infinite pleasure that transported him to another plane of
consciousness. As hot sperm surged from the rock-hard shaft that he was
thrusting
deep inside Denise, he wanted nothing less than to lose himself in her and
become
one with her. Her gloved hands electrified him with pleasure, and he sent
that
current of pleasure surging back into her. It was as if his body had
melted down in
the heat of passionate longing and flowed into hers.
When the pleasure finally subsided, a sense of serenity engulfed Timothy.
Every bit
of the longing ache that had been caused by a sense of apartness had vanished.
For
a few infinitely sweet moments, he remained inside Denise while she continued to
stroke his face with her fleecy-soft kidskin gloves. With her leathered
fingertips,
she lightly brushed aside the tears of joy starting to stream down his cheeks.
Then, clasping and caressing his cheeks in her warm leathered palms, she kissed
him
all over his face.
"Now you'll have no trouble zipping your pants so that you can see Stacy," said
Denise. "But, first, let's sleep for a half-hour. Then I'll take you
to her."
Timothy needed no further persuasion. He was already falling into a deep
sleep.
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