Outtakes and Q & A

~Outtake #1... The Stool~

JPOV  

"I think this ink on our chests speaks loud and clear about what our future entails, don't you?" His voice had deepened, become husky and once again, I couldn't resist him.

“Don’t I?” I quipped back as I licked my lips and lunged.  He wasn’t prepared for my action, so he stumbled back against the breakfast stool in front of the island.  “I’m the one with the ink just barely scabbed over, I can still feel the needle pulsing in and out of me...”

“That little needle is nothing compared to what I can pulse in and out of you, Jasper,” he panted against my lips and my dick, which was already hard, got even harder.

“Yes please, and thank you!” I screamed as he grabbed the knife I’d been cutting fruit up with, and cut my boxers from my body, making me giggle like a little girl, before he spun me around and pushed me over the stool and dropped to his knees behind me.

I jerked, my head hitting the stool, when I felt something cold press against my opening but before I could ask what it was, his tongue was probing me, taking away the coldness.  Just as I’d relaxed and started pressing back against his face, his tongue disappeared and the cold was sliding against me, inside me, once again.  

And Edward was giggling.

I twisted my head around to see what he was doing, my jaw dropping open as I saw him pull away a piece of pineapple before he plunged his tongue back into me, licking and slurping up all the juice he’d just squished out onto me.

I sniggered, promptly being cut off and changing to a guttural moan when he pushed his tongue in deep.

“More, Edward, need more...” I begged and he stood up, pulling his own boxers off to free his dick.  He helped me straighten up, gave me a pineapple flavored kiss and then spun me around again.

“Step up on the rungs and hold onto the back, love,” he instructed and I followed.  When he pushed into me, I could breathe easier.  I needed to be connected with him like this.  There was just no way around it.  I was only whole when we did this.  When we actually were able to crawl inside each other.

He took a couple of slow test pumps. My arms on the back of the chair had me at an angle that didn’t allow for maximum penetration, so I moved my hands to the edge of the seat and grabbed tightly, my ass thrusting further out... and he went deeper.

And then I just held on for the ride of a lifetime.

As active as we’d been, I was well stretched and it was nothing for him to really get a good pounding going.  Fucking fantastic is what it felt like.  My nipples were tingling and he was dragging his pierced head over my prostate with each thrust and pull as the piercings at the base of his dick stroked my outer ring with his movement.

It was greedy of me, I know, but I wanted more... and this is where I made the mistake and shit got funny.

I stupidly released one edge of the seat to take my dick in hand.

He was so lost in his fucking of me that he didn’t notice the stool wobble and start to go off balance.  Neither did I, for that matter, as the feel of my dick in my hand as he ground into me was too fucking good.  I was a pre-pubescent teen who had discovered for the first time that a dick was good for more than just taking a piss.

I stroked.

He pumped.

The stool wobbled and my foot slipped between the rungs.

The whole lot went tumbling to the ground as we heard wood break amongst our cries of ecstasy as he filled my ass and I shot my spunk into the air.

Apparently, in going down, one of us had knocked the fruit tray off the counter, and we were sat amidst wood, cum and fruit.

Edward picked up a grape, popped it into his mouth and grinned as I shook my head and laughed.  “That was fun.”

~Outtake #2...Jasper's Second Piercing~

EPOV

He was ready.

He wanted to do this.

But it turned into him looking like a dog that was just about to have his balls chopped off at the vet’s.

Okay, seriously, we’d been talking about it for ages. It started off harmlessly enough. I thought that it would be cool to get matching bands in ink under our wedding rings. He liked the idea.

Then he mentioned about getting piercings and matching jewelry. That was cool with me.

Then he kept asking about how it felt, to do the fucking with cock piercings.

I went into a full and very detailed explanation about how it felt and showed him a little, okay a lot, and not only what I felt but what he would feel.

He got the hint, obviously.

So anyway, here we were, weeks later and he was pacing up and down the street outside Bella’s Ink & Bars.

If I didn’t find him so damn adorable, I’d laugh.

“Jasper, you don’t have to do this, I promise!” I fought hard to keep in the chuckle that was brewing.

His face was now green.

I shouldn’t have found it cruel, but I couldn’t help it. Mainly because this was all his idea.
“I want to do this, more than anything, but, it’s my manhood!” He let out a noise that was between a whine and a whimper as he cradled his dick  in his hands.

“And what a fine piece of manhood it is,” I crooned as I shifted my ass so that it wouldn’t go dead on me and shimmied up the hood of the truck. “Manhood that I thoroughly enjoyed swallowing down this morning.  I can’t wait till you’ve got steel in it, steel that is going to feel so incredible when you push into my ass... for you and for me. Come here,” I said gently as I held out my hands to him. He took them slowly and over his shoulder I saw Bella smiling at us.

Oh yeah, I bet she was finding this funny.

I wasn’t in a much better state when I had had my first one done. Okay, so I was nearly sick, but what do you expect when I was facing what I was.

“Hold still,” Bella giggled as I flailed about on her bed, my jeans around my ankles.

“No way, Bella, absolutely not, get it away from me!”

“But I have to learn somewhere,” she pouted her sickly little pout that I fell for every stinking time.

“No.” I was a man, I was firm.

“Pleasssssse, Edward,” she made the pout stronger and I caved.

“I need vodka and ice, STAT,” I growled out with a huff for added effect.

“I have the ice already,” she grinned, but I shook my head.

“I need ice for drink...”

A few minutes later, after she’d raided Charlie’s liquor cabinet, she handed me my drink and got me to lie down on her tiny twin bed.

“If you even think about quitting your course after this, I’m going to hunt you down,” I said a little too politely as she rummaged around in her little box of tricks, “and return the every stick you give me.”

“I won’t quit, I promise,” she grinned again and I softened slightly.

After months of arguments and debates, she finally backed down and let me pay for her to go to college to study piercing and ink, but what she didn’t know was that Charlie and I had seen a rundown store that would be perfect for her first little enterprise when she graduated in a couple of months.

Charlie didn’t have much in the way of money, but between the pair of us, we bought it and were in the middle of getting it all ready and kitted out for her as a graduation present.

And I was currently lying on her bed, waiting to get my cock pierced. Her first test subject outside of the classroom.

I was pretty much screwed.

“Edward, stop getting it to twitch,” she mumbled as she looked in her bag once more and…

“HOLY SHIT ON A STICK! Not a hope in hell if you think you’re coming near me with that!” I cried out as I scurried up the bed.

The needle was fucking huge!

Like knitting needle huge!

“Don’t be such a baby, now get back here and stop your cock from twitching, it’s putting me off.”

“It’s not twitching, it’s fucking shaking because it’s scared and your clit would be scared too if it had a needle that big coming near it,” I bit back.

She let out a soft giggle as she stood up by the side of the bed, undid her jeans and dropped them and her panties.

“No way!” I cried out as I actually sat up, pulled her towards me by the hips and took in what I saw.

“Oh hun, he’s gonna whoop your ass if he ever sees that!” I chuckled.

In a beautiful calligraphy style font, were the words ‘my daddy will kill you’ right over her pussy. I’m not talking about just below her belly button, oh no, I mean right above her clit.

“If it scares any men away, then I know they wouldn’t have the balls to deal with me anyway,” she giggled as she pushed me back down on the bed and then got her clothes sorted out.

A few moments later, with me taking in huge gulps of Vodka and air in equal measures, she did it.

Heat radiated up and down my body as the pain hit.

“Fuck, shit, cunt, bollocks!” I cried out as she pulled out the needle and instantly put through a small ring.

“Aww, you big baby, would you like me to kiss it better?”

“Bitch.”

I smirked as the memory faded and I returned my attention to my whimpering husband. “Jasper, you really don’t need to do this,” I said gently as I pulled him into my arms, but he shook his head.

“No, I do, but I know it’s going to hurt and that’s worse than the unexpected, right? I’m going to walk in there knowing it’s going to hurt and I’m going to go in there anyway. What stupid person does that?” he asked and instantly paled before adding, “Not that you are in any way stupid sweetheart.”

“Hey, I was the same and if you want a laugh, I’ll let Bella explain to you what I went through,” I chuckled as I guided him back slightly so I could slide off of the hood.

~(*)~

JPOV

Bella was sweet, with wicked tendencies, served up with a side of bitch.

Seriously, she was sweet and kind, but she had a quick mouth and loved to put Edward in his place, acting more like his wife than a friend. She was definitely more feisty with him here than when I’d first come by myself all those months ago.

“Quit slapping my hand away!” Edward whined as he reached for my hand again, only for it to be slapped yet again.

“I need his one-eyed anaconda to be soft and everytime you touch him, it twitches,” she glared at him as he stuck his tongue out at her. “You don’t want me to mess up and cause erectile damage to him do you?”

I didn’t know if they were flirting or acting like brother and sister, but it was fun to watch... until she added those last words.  The banter had certainly been helping me take my mind off of what she was going to do to me and the pain I was just about to go through.

“One-eyed anaconda, that’s a new one,” Edward chuckled as he pushed her away and grabbed my hand anyways.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been reading up on them, for research,” she let out a little giggle as Edward rolled his eyes.

“Okay, fill me in,” I smiled as Edward chuckled.

“When Bella went through school, she knew what she wanted to do as a job, but felt uncomfortable being around penises without feeling awkward, so we both came up with a growing list of cock and pussy names. Every time she felt uncomfortable, she would start reciting to herself the strange and funny names,” he giggled like a schoolgirl as Bella glared at him.

“It wasn’t just me that was uncomfortable, Edward. I distinctly remember you pleading with me to ‘date’ you in school because vaginas looked strange and wrinkly. Let me tell you something, Jasper, Edward, as in your husband… he was a nerd and a wimp in school. He had these thick black rimmed glasses, a side parting and pants hiked up to his armpits. It wasn’t until the last year when I’d had enough of him looking like a Clark Kent wannabe that he finally had the girls chasing him and he came running to me. Obviously I knew that he preferred a thick cock over a wrinkled pussy because of the amount of gay porn we swapped, so I agreed to pretend to date him until we graduated,” she laughed loudly as Edward shrank back into the small stool that he was perched on.

“You were a geek?” I purred softly as he gave me a nervous grin and I couldn’t stop myself from picturing what he would look like in thick framed glasses and smartly dressed... clothes with lots of buttons that would slowly need to be undone...

“Jasper!”

Slap.

“What the hell was that for, Bella? My dick, really?” I argued back as I now tried to cover my shriveling dick.  That shit hurt ya know!

“No getting hard unless I can join in,” she growled playfully as she eyed my cock.
Edward laughed this time as I blanched.

After what we had done on our honeymoon, I would have no problem letting Bella watch.  Maybe, some day, even join in a little, but not yet. We were still in our honeymoon phase and I wasn’t ready to share Edward with anyone at the moment.

“Are you ready?” Bella asked with a smirk as she made a dramatic show of putting on her surgical gloves with a loud snap.

I gulped.

“No,” I said quietly.

“Tough,” she replied happily.

I rested my head back and close my eyes, waiting for the pain to start.

“Is it strange to see a woman’s hands all over your husband’s cock, Edward?” I heard Bella’s voice as she started to touch me gently.

I heard a faint growl before a bit of a stretching and something cool, like metal, then... PAIN!

“…cum gun, heat-seeking moisture missile, meter long king kong dong, pink torpedo, purple-headed yogurt flinger…”

~*~

“I feel sick,” I moaned out as my head pounded.

“Hey, welcome back, baby,” I heard Edward’s voice as he stroked my hair.

“Hey, hunk, you awake now?” Bella’s voice giggled and then she continued, “The pussy ones are scarier… minge, sausage wallet, vertical smile…”

“I get it, Bella, but please, I feel sick enough as it is,” I moaned again as my stomach churned.

“Yeah, he’s been scarred enough by an Amazon Rain Forest,” Edward laughed and if I had the strength, I’d have hit him.

“Oh please don’t tell me she never shaved! Oh, Jasper, you really need to be educated better. I can show you any time you guys want me to.”

Even with my eyes shut I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Let me heal first, please?” I chuckled a little.

“Talking about healing, Edward knows how to keep it all clean and stuff, so I don’t need to lecture you on it, but you do have to let it heal before you can do any extracurricular activities… so no sex for at least six weeks.”

“WHAT?!”

“WHAT!” I screeched as I gave over to my stomach and shared my lunch with the she devil from Hades.

~Outtake 3: Never Squat With Your Spurs On~

JPOV

We’d been back from Greece a little over a week and unfortunately, had barely been able to spend any time together.  Emmett had made a disaster of the store... none of the receipts matched up, he had a dozen cases of tennis balls sat in the backroom and no packing slip for Edward to figure out how to send them back.  Neither one of us had been able to figure out how the hell he’d ordered so many either. 

And that was just the back office of the store.

The front, well, it looked like there had been a Black Friday sale and the place had been picked over something fierce... everything was a huge mess and it was taking Edward late into the night as he tried to clean the place back up.

Me, on the other hand, I’d been busy with trying to tie up loose ends.  Working out my two week notice, which included training my replacement, getting some stocks sold off so I could buy into the business and be full partners with Edward... and the last two days... packing my apartment so I could move in with Edward... we were married after all... there was no way we were going to live in two different places.

Bottom line, by the time we had returned to his place each night we were dirty, sore and beat.   Too tired to do much more than shower and get in bed to snuggle to sleep.  I suppose after our three week fuck fest, taking a week off shouldn’t have been so bad, but come on... this was us... we didn’t like to wait!

My phone chirped with an incoming message.  Don’t be late... I can’t wait another minute to take you for a ride loverboy!  xoxo E

I grinned.

We had agreed that at 4:00 sharp, we were both walking away from whatever we were doing and that tonight was officially date night.

I read his message and glanced down at the items I was currently packing and started grinning wider... and hardening... as a brilliant idea came to mind.

Wouldn’t miss it for the world... and I’m definitely looking forward to that ride!  See ya soon. Love you, J

I sent the message as my hands stroked the smooth worn leather of the saddle I’d earned back in high school. Right next to it were my leather chaps, my snakeskin hat, and my riding boots... complete with spurs.

It was only 3:00, but I was calling it quits for the day. 

I had a scene to set up.

EPOV

Must not kill Emmett.  Must not kill Emmett.  I had a honeymoon because of Emmett. Must not kill him.

This mantra was on repeat in my head as I dealt with the mess my precious store had become.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’d let two dozen five year old pervs loose in here and not made them clean up before they went home.

I was in the middle of putting the breast play area, you know... clamps, bands, pasties, that kind of thing, back together when the store phone rang and I spun to jog over to answer it.  Halfway there, I hit a slick spot on the floor and was pretty sure I looked like some reject from an Adam Sandler movie as my arms flailed in circles while I fought to keep my balance and still move forward.

“The Lion’s Den,” I panted into the receiver having barely reached the counter still upright.  Ten minutes later I got off the call. Something had finally gone right.  The people at Wilson just happened to call to make sure the order of tennis balls had arrived on time and were satisfactory.  I quickly explained how my assistant had mis-ordered while I was on vacation and while I was sure they were great balls, I couldn’t sell them in a sex toy shop.  The lady had been a bit flustered and before she could get going, I cut her off saying that he thought he was ordering ben wa balls.

Within two minutes the order was cancelled and a pick up arranged for Monday morning.

I went to the back to grab the cleaning supplies and headed back to where I’d slipped.  I found the nearly empty bottle of lube under the shelf edge, its top broken.  I just shook my head as I pulled out my phone and shot a text off to my man.  If I didn’t get some relief with him soon, I was going to kill Emmett.

JPOV

I knew we were supposed to go to dinner and work our way into the physical part of our ‘date,’ but I had a hunch that with what I had planned, Edward would have no problems holding off on the food.  Experience had taught me that if I’d tried to have it going when he got home, it would’ve just ended up burnt anyways.  So I did the next best thing.

I’d swung by the party store on the way home and picked up some cheap cowboy decorations and had transformed the combined kitchen and dining area into a saloon of sorts.  I had a basket of peanuts on the counter and a beer poured into an ice cold mug, complete with a frothy top when I hit play on the iPod and ducked behind the counter to wait for him. 

He was due here any minute.

The sounds of Big and Rich were filling the small space when the door opened and a very bedraggled looking Edward walked in.  At first he seemed confused as his eyes roamed over the cheesy decorations, until they got to me.  He straightened up, licked his lips and as his eyes darkened, he moved forward.

I knew from where he was standing, he could only see that I was shirtless and in my cowboy hat.  I couldn’t wait for him to see the rest of the outfit.

“Howdy pardner! You look a might weary tonight, how about a tall cold one?” I drawled out at him, fighting not to laugh at how ridiculous I sounded, as I nodded my head towards the beer.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he stepped up to the bar and lifted the mug.  He tilted it back and drained about a third of it before lowering it back to the counter and very seductively licked the foam from his upper lip.  Yeah, my little cowboy wasn’t so little after that stunt.

“Thankya kindly,” he drawled back in an accent even worse than mine. At least he was willing to play along!

“Fancy a finger or two,” his eyebrows shot up and I laughed, “of whiskey?” I finished.

“Two fingers please,” he replied saucily with a wink.

I nodded once and turned around. I stepped away from the counter, towards the booze cabinet and knew by the sharp hiss of his inhale when he spotted the rest of the costume. Or should I say the lack of the rest of the costume. All I had on were the chaps and the boots, so he was getting a good view of my ass and as soon as I turned back around, which I did with the Crown in my hand, he got a great view of my dick, standing proud and tall.

The handful of peanuts he was about to pop into his mouth, clattered to the countertop as his mouth dropped open.  “Fuck.”

I put the Crown down. “You got it cowboy,” I crooned and began a bow legged swagger out and around the counter.  My dick bobbed against my stomach as I moved.  My spurs made a rhythmic, almost tinkle sound with each step.

Once I was stood in front of him, we stayed there, frozen as he looked me up and down and then dropped to his knees.  He looked up at me, smiling as he whispered ‘so god damn sexy’ and then took me in.

It had only been days, but it’d felt like months.  My dick had missed this... so much. Because of that, I let him lavish me with his talented tongue, groaning when he ran his tongue piercing along the underside of my dick with just enough pressure for it to be tortuous bliss, for a few minutes.  As much as I liked him sucking me off, his mouth was not where I wanted to cum tonight.  Oh no, I had bigger plans for my cowboy.

EPOV

The sight of him in his chaps, just, no words. The smooth leather framing his engorged cock, shaping around his sexy ass... had me ready to blow in my jeans.  Then he’d started that damn swagger and I’d heard the spurs.

It took me so long to get on my knees in front of him because he was just fucking gorgeous and I’d briefly had trouble believing that he was really mine, that this wasn’t some kind of demented pornographic dream I was having.

He had just showered, I could tell by the clean scent of him, so I had to work my tongue under and around his balls to really taste him. I couldn’t believe he had done this.  I couldn’t have loved him more for doing it.  As I worked him over and his breathing picked up, his natural scent flowed stronger and I began sucking him in earnest, taking him down until my nose was buried in his neatly trimmed stubble.  I wanted him to fuck my mouth, ride my face... feed me his seed.

But he pulled out, the loud pop sounding like a BB gun, and took a step back away from me, shaking his head. I would’ve pouted if the smile on his face and the sparkle in his blue eyes hadn’t been so... naughty.

He crooked his finger at me and made a clicking sound.  It took me a minute, but I realized it was a sound you’d make at a horse. I playfully neighed back at him and he laughed. 

“That’s a good boy, Mr. Ed, you want some sugar, you wanna a treat, boy?” he said and I nodded and shook my head, neighing again.  Hell, I’d always thought I was hung like a horse... why not play the part?

I dropped to my hands and knees and ‘trotted’ over to him.  He rubbed and petted my hair, his nails digging into my scalp feeling delicious as he twisted his hips slowly side to side, letting his leaking dick bop off my cheeks until I caught him and sucked him down again.

He grunted and pumped in and out of my mouth a few times while I fought to undo my jeans and get out of them.  Kind of a feat to accomplish with your mouth full.  I didn’t release him until I needed to get my shirt off and that time he moved away, telling me to get up on the ottoman while he grabbed a couple of things.

I climbed up excitedly, knowing that this put me at just the right height for a good ass reaming.  I stretched my back and wiggled my rear until he came back.  Whatever he’d brought, he set down behind me so I couldn’t see.  I barked out a laugh when he came around the front with a pair of blinders in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing with those?” I asked.  He just shot me a crooked smile and replied, “Making you a horse.”

This was weirder than anything I’d ever done... and trust me, I’d done some weird shit in my time.  But I could care less... we were laughing, we were having fun and most of all of we were just letting go with each other.

He slipped the blinders on my head, much to both of our amusement.  My laughing stopped though, when his tongue suddenly pushed into my ass.  My man could rim like no other and for the next ten, fifteen minutes, he did just that.  He licked, he sucked, and he pumped his tongue in and out.  He swirled it in and around, his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh around my opening... all while I whimpered and groaned and begged for more... by neighing of course.

JPOV

I loved how into this he was getting.  I’d fantasized a time or two about doing some kind of role play with him, knowing he’d be up for anything, but nothing had ever come to mind until I’d find my old 4H stuff.  Damn if he wasn’t playing along perfectly.

I wrapped up my rim job and popped open the lube to take him to the next level... I couldn’t wait much longer.  Where I normally would’ve enjoyed stretching him with my fingers, feeling his body relax and open to me, prepare for my dick to fill him, I wanted to move this along. 

I drizzled a generous amount of the lube on his ass, rubbing it in before I grabbed a large butt plug, greased it up and pushed it in him.  It would just be for a few minutes while I got everything else situated.  He moaned softly and arched his ass up towards me so I playfully smacked him which made him jerk and groan. 

I grabbed the next toy, our ‘Anal Invader’ and moved back in front of him so he could watch me put it on... so he would know what I was enduring while I made love to him.  He eyed me hungrily as I lubed up my own cock and slid the latex caging down my shaft.  When it was time for the vibrating plug part of the toy to go in, I turned around and bent over in front of him, handing him the lube and the plug.  Moments later it was sitting snugly inside me. He turned it on and I shivered from the feeling.

I started to squat down so I could kiss him and flew back up with a shriek.  Never squat with your spurs on!  It hurts!

Once we stopped laughing and he’d kissed the two red spots I now had on my backside, I went to add the last bit of my surprise.

He tried to turn his head and look when I laid the small blanket over his back, but because of the blinders, he couldn’t see.  “What the fuck?” he said with a nervous laugh as he felt the weight of the saddle on his back.

I popped him again and replied, “I told you I was making you a horse!” I wasn’t actually going to sit IN the saddle of course, I just wanted to see how it looked.  It was surprisingly hot.

I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder as I wrapped my arms under his waist to do up the straps.  Once the saddle was secure, I took my position behind him.  I pulled the plug out and quickly replaced it with my dick... both of us crying out at the sensation.  Though I think he whinnied.

It took me a second to get my breath back, but as his ass started clenching and gripping at me, I began sliding in and out of him.  I steadied myself by grabbing the back curve of the saddle with my right hand as my left hand went under him to stroke him.  It was a bit awkward and was hindering how much I could move, so I pulled him to his knees and instructed him to stroke himself as I gripped the saddle with both hands.  Holding on like this, I was able to take long deep strokes in and out of his tight passage.

He was snorting, neighing and whinnying... fully playing his part. I think I even heard him mumbling the Mr. Ed song as he fought his orgasm.

Big and Rich were singing about saving a horse and riding a cowboy... check.

And I was yelling ‘Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy’ as I rode Edward for all I was worth.

He came a few minutes before me, his now sticky free hands coming behind him to hold my thighs as he pushed back into me, grinding against me until I couldn’t hold back any longer and I filled his ass in long ropey spurts.

We were both sweaty and panting and still connected when the front door flew open and Emmett barged in yelling, “I’m pregnant!”

“Emmett!” we both screamed at the same time. “Gonna kill you!” I shouted as Edward’s hand snapped out and grabbed a tennis ball that happened to be on the couch next to us.  With uncanny precision he launched it at Emmett’s head as he hollered, “Get the fuck out!”

Emmett dodged the ball and started laughing.  “That’s the kinkiest shit I’ve seen... go bro! We’ll talk later,” he called out as he ran back out the door, slamming it behind him.

Not manip'd... but used as inspiration for outtake 3: