Chapter 10
When they awoke, some three hours later, David and Mrs. Walters left the room to take a shower and dress, letting the two children a few more minutes to recuperate.
"What happened?" asked Pete, in a semi-sleep, to Vera.
"I think we were taught a few things about sex," she replied.
"Holy shit! You're not kidding. I don't believe those two. They're really wild about sex and stuff."
"I know," interrupted Vera as she tried to climb from the bed, but found that most of her muscles ached too much, and had to collapse again. "I think it was wild, though. We gotta do that again, but not too soon, I don't think I could take another three hours like that for at least a few more days."
"Yeah," agreed Pete as he rubbed his sore cock. "My thing is killing me. I won't be able to get one up for at least another week."
Vera looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearly two A.M. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you'd better get going, Pete, or else your parents will never let you come here again."
He agreed and climbed from the bed to take a shower and dress. As he passed Mrs. Walters bedroom he saw the two of them locked in intercourse.
"Shit!" he exclaimed quietly to himself, "those two never quit."
After he finished his shower he dressed and returned to the master bedroom. He found David dressing and asked if he would take him home.
"Sure, Pete," answered David as he pulled his pants over his sweaty legs.
"Thanks," answered Pete as he watched Vera, naked, walk into the bathroom to clean the perspiration from her body
After waiting a few minutes for David to finish dressing they left the apartment and walked to David's car, parked in the lot.
"Well," asked David, "how did you like it."
"What?"
"How did you like the little orgy that we just had up there?"
"Mercy! It was unbelievable. It was the strangest thing that ever happened to me."
"Well," philosophized David, "in a few years you'll be able to go through a lot more and it won't even bother you one bit."
"I hope so," laughed Pete as he rubbed his sore cock through his pants.
"Oh, it will. If I'm around lots of crazy things will happen."
Pete thought that David was a real swinger and that this guy must be really experienced when it comes to sex. Little did he know that David was probably as little experienced as he was, just that David seemed more experienced because of his age.
He directed David to his house and as he climbed out of the car Pete again thanked David for. the evening of sin and pleasure.
David drove home happy about the whole night. He managed to fuck both mother and daughter, get a couple of blow jobs, got his ass licked out, and so forth, but he knew there was something missing.
During the week, at the office, he knew there was something wrong with the whole set-up, but he wasn't able to put his finger on it.
Mrs. Walters invited him to her apartment for the weekend.
"You didn't have to invite me," he told her roughly, "I was going to come anyway."
"Well," replied Mrs. Walters meekly, "I wasn't sure whether you were coming or not. You may have made other plans."
"When I make other plans I'll let you know about it. Until then I have an open invitation to come anytime I want to come."
She nodded and returned to her work.
David, towards the end of the week, was getting the idea of what was wrong with the relationship he had with Mrs. Walters and even her daughter.
They treated him as equals, which was what he didn't want. Even though he was sexually stronger than any of them, he wanted more control over them, he wanted not only to be their superior, but their master.
The next Friday as he drove Mrs. Walters home (he wasn't going home to eat-he would have dinner at her apartment) he told her what he felt.
"Do you love me?" he asked. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "very much."
"Will you do anything for me."
"Yes, anything?"
"If I asked you to blow me, would you suck my cock until I shot?" She nodded.
"And if I asked you to do anything else for me, would you do it?"
"Of course, David. I really don't understand your line of questioning. What is it you want?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, "I was just asking a few questions, that's all."
Mrs. Walters didn't know what David had on his mind, but she answered his questions as truthfully as possible. She wanted David to take care of her, sexually, and she knew she would do anything he asked to make him happy.
Richie and Susan returned to Mickey's apartment in Jersey that night, to make use of his spare bedroom.
Mickey was sullen all during the ride and Susan noticed that he was very quiet and withdrawn.
"What's the matter, Richie?"
"Do you like that guy, Mickey, Susan?" he asked brusquely.
"I guess I do, Richie," she said as she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't really know."
"Well," he began, "I wasn't too sure about you. Not the way you let him treat you last week. I mean, you went to bed with him and everything."
Susan had to admit it was true, but it wasn't entirely her fault and she let Richie know about it.
"True," she admitted, "but what about the way you fooled around with that girl Linda?"
"That was something else," he told her, trying to remove the blame from himself.
"That's bullshit!" she exclaimed, "you fucked her and let her blow you all night. You didn't seem to mind it when you came in her."
"And you didn't seem to mind when Mickey came in you, either."
"I didn't have any choice. He forced me to do it."
"Come on, Susan," he said, "nobody forced you to do anything you didn't want to do."
Susan admitted to herself that she enjoyed screwing with Mickey, but she couldn't let Richie know about it.
When they arrived at Mickey's apartment, Richie and Susan acted cool towards each other.
Mickey noticed this and would plan to take full advantage of the situation.
Susan argued with Richie as he pulled her into the room and told her that he wanted to fuck her.
She resisted and Richie told her to go to Mickey, yelling after her "if you like him better than me, then it's just fine."
She ran from the bedroom, right into Mickey's arms.
"What happened in there?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said angrily, but suddenly she changed her attitude and started cooing "Let's forget about Richie," she told him.
She put her arms around Mickey and kissed him hard on the lips. He opened his mouth to accept her tongue and at the same time he ground his hips against hers.
Susan reached between them and clutched at his organ through the pants and played with it until it stiffened.
"Let's go to bed," she whispered.
Mickey nodded and led her into his bedroom.
Linda was sitting on the bed, but this time she was fully clothed. Mickey nodded at Linda and she knew what the signal meant.
Immediately she left the room, leaving Mickey and Susan alone. They quickly stripped and climbed onto the bed.
"Suck me off first," he demanded, "I've got too much sitting in there for just a screw."
Susan crawled down the bed and contraposed her body against his. She pulled the stiff organ into her mouth as Mickey buried his face between her legs.
They both orgasmed quickly and then Mickey told her that he was ready for the real thing. Susan climbed around the bed and sat on his legs, slowly inching her way towards his organ.
With one quick jump she sat on the erect cock and let it rip into her vagina.
Richie, angry as all hell, lay on the bed mumbling about Susan when Linda walked into the bedroom.
"What's going on in there?" he asked.
"What do you think?" she answered coolly.
"I'll kill that bastard," he yelled as he jumped from the bed and started running for the door.
But Linda was able to stop him. "Forget about them," she told him as she grabbed his shoulders and kissed him on the lips.
"Whatever they're doing," she continued, "we can do, too. Only much better." She ran her hands over his buttocks and squeezed the flesh through the cloth.
Richie cooled off quickly as she kissed him. He threw his arms around her and pressed her breasts against his chest.
"Let's do something," she said into Richie's ear.
"Uh-sure-"
She led him to the bed and undressed him. Linda worked quickly and expertly as she removed his clothing, touching the correct area of his body as she worked.
After Richie was standing naked, with his manhood fully erect, Linda quickly stripped and attacked the organ with her mouth.
She let the head roll around inside the light little mouth as his hand played with the sac below the cock.
Richie groaned with pleasure as the hot mouth made the head tingle with sensations.
He ejaculated quickly and let her swallow all the milky white fluid which pumped from him. "Eat it all up ... swallow it ... " he muttered as he shot.
After the ejaculation he pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs to perform some cunnilingus on the young girl.
She responded quickly with one orgasm after the other. Richie gurgled as the fluid poured from her cunt, and into his mouth. She swallowed all he could, and whatever he found impossible to take he spit out onto the bedsheets.
Richie spent the next three hours with Linda, nearly forgetting about Susan completely. After he had ejaculated into her vagina he pulled out quickly and ran into the other bedroom, suddenly realizing that Susan and Mickey had been in there too long.
He found the two of them locked together in intercourse. After they finished, Susan looked up and saw Richie standing in the doorway.
"I'm sorry Richie..." she muttered as she gasped for breath.
Richie knew what she meant and turned to walk away.
"I've lost Susan," he told himself, "just like that," he said as he snapped his fingers. "Oh, well," he assured himself, "at least I've got Linda."
When Richie returned to the bedroom, Linda was waiting for him.
"Have you lost her?"
"I'm afraid so," he said sullenly.
"Don't worry about it," she assured him, "you can have me any time you want me." With these words she spread her legs and pointed to her womanhood.
Richie smiled and climbed into bed with her.
David and Mrs. Walters arrived at the apartment and found Vera in the bedroom, getting dressed to go to a dance with Pete.
"Pete's my steady boyfriend," she told them happily. "He said he really-likes me and everybody I know."
The two adults realized that Pete liked her because of the availability of sex within the household of the apartment.
"Do you want to play for a while before you go out?" asked David.
Vera shook her head in a negative reply but said "when we come back, okay?"
David shrugged his shoulders and led Mrs. Walters to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered David demanded that she strip.
"I was going to," she answered.
"Well, hurry up," added David.
"What's the big rush?" asked Mrs. Walters.
"I've got plenty of things to do before the night is over with."
Mrs. Walters removed her dress and watched, waiting for David to strip.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked.
"When you take off your clothes, I want you to come here and take off my clothes."
She shrugged and thought to herself that "David is acting crazy," but she decided she had better do it.
After all his clothes were off and resting on the chair she walked to where David was sitting.
He stood up and watched as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and threw it on the chair. Then she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, letting it fall to the floor.
David sat on the bed and let her pull the pants, shoes and socks off. He enjoyed being waited on like that, and waited for her to pull the shorts off.
She put her fingers into the top of the shorts and tugged on the piece of cloth.
David raised his hips by pushing on his hands and let her pull the shorts off completely.
"Let's take a bath," he suggested, but in a rather demanding tone.
She conceded and followed him to the bathroom. David told her to turn on the tap water and let the tub fill. He also suggested that she put in a little bath salt. "I like bubbles," he said.
They climbed into the tub and sat facing each other, with their legs within each others. David tickled her vagina with his toes as she tried to cause an erection by playing with his cock with her toes.
"Wash me," he instructed as he stood up.
She followed his orders and took the bar of soap and rubbed across the hair of his body, creating great quantities of foam.
"Don't forget to clean my ass," he reminded.
After David felt he was sufficiently clean he ordered her to thoroughly dry his body.
"What's with you, anyway?" she demanded.
"All of a sudden you're giving orders like crazy and I-"
"If you don't like it," he interrupted brusquely, "then I guess I'll have to go someplace else to find what I want, and get it from someone who's willing to give it to me without any arguments."
"Okay," she conceded meekly, "I'll do as you say, but stop sounding like a slave master."
"Don't you remember," he reminded, "what you told me in the car."
"What was that?"
"You said that you would be my love slave, and all I'm doing is treating you like a love slave."
Mrs. Walters shrugged her shoulders and dried the moisture from his body.
"Let go," he directed as he walked from the bathroom and headed towards the bedroom.
She followed obediently and stood waiting for his next order.
"I want you," he said, "to lick my whole body. From here," he pointed to his toes, "to here," he pointed to his head.
"Oh, well, she said inwardly, "might as well. I want to lick his ass and cock anyway. Why not the rest of him?"
She knelt alongside his body and licked him from his foot to the face, until she reached his lips and planted a kiss. Her tongue was dry from its constant use, but David's saliva was quite sufficient to compensate for her lack. "Now lick my ass," he told her. She did.
"Now the balls."
Again she obeyed quickly and quietly.
"Now lick my cock, but do it slowly. I want this one to last as long as possible."
She took the head of the organ between her lips and slowly licked the head until it turned purple with excitement.
"Do the stem," he demanded.
She let the head slip from her lips and moved her mouth down the length of the organ until it was dripping with saliva.
"I have to get a drink of water," she told him as she climbed from the bed.
"Next time," he told her when she returned, "you ask me, not tell me."
"I'm sorry," she muttered.
Mrs. Walters climbed back onto the bed and returned to licking the length of his cock.
David felt ready to shoot. "When I come I want you to swallow it all, and then you lick it some more until I come again."
Mrs. Walters, excited by the fact that he would soon ejaculate, returned to the head of his cock.
The whole organ stiffened as David pressed her head further onto the cock, forcing it deeper into her mouth. It pressed against the back of her throat until she started gagging, but David wouldn't release her.
Finally, he shot right into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it completely. As soon as David released her head she tried to pull her mouth away, but as soon as she let the cock slip from her mouth he pulled her by the hair.
"I told you to keep licking until I shoot again, didn't I?"
She tried to get away from him, but his hold on her hair was too tight, and she was forced to stay over his cock.
"Now keep sucking," he added.
She replaced the organ to her mouth and licked the head violently.
David shuddered and rolled as the sensations drove him wild. After many minutes of licking by Mrs. Walters, he shot again into her mouth, and held her in the same manner, until she gulped the fresh supply of sperm.
"Lick my ass again," he ordered as he wiped the perspiration from his brow.
Mrs. Walters wanted to refuse and decided ttat this would be the time to do it.
"The hell with you!" she exclaimed as she jumped from the bed, onto the floor.
David tried to grab her by the arm, but she moved too quickly and ran towards the door. But David was just as fast as she.
Just as she opened the door he reached her and grabbed her body, pushing it onto the bed.
"So you're not gonna listen to me?" he yelled with his eyes gleaming.
"Please David," she pleaded as she twisted herself into a kneeling position.
"You," he said, pointing an accusing finger at Mrs. Walters, "have to be taught to listen to orders and to obey them quickly."
He turned to the door and flicked the latch, locking the door from the inside. "Now you can't get out, and you'll have to listen to me."
He walked to the chair, on which his pants were thrown, and said "I have to teach you a lesson."
David picked up the pants and pulled the belt out through the loops.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, terrified.
"I'm going to teach you that lesson, like I said."
"You're crazy," she screamed, as she crawled to the farthest edge of the bed.
"When I tell you to lick ass, you lick ass."
"I will, David, I swear!" she screamed as he approached her with the belt hanging loosely from his hand.
He stood over her, just a few feet from her face. Mrs. Walters was still in the kneeling position when he dropped the first stinging blow of the belt against her back.
She screamed, and yelled that she would listen to anything he told her. But he hit her again.
Trying to placate him, she crawled quickly to where he stood and pulled his rigid cock into her mouth.
"But you didn't do like I told you to do," he said as he pushed her away."
He hit her with the belt for a few minutes until she lay limp across the bed.
David was satisfied that he had taught her a lesson and she would follow all his orders. He pushed her to the other side of the bed so he could lie down and relax.
After he had rested for a few minutes, watching the welts form on her back, he told her to lick his ass.
With everything aching she crawled between his outstretched legs and did as she was told. Only late that evening did he decide to satisfy her with a screwing.
For the next two years David kept Mrs. Walters as his love slave, forcing her to obey every little whim. He was repaying the world for all the degradation he was forced to incur upon himself.
He was repaying the office workers for being lower than low, his parents, for treating him like a child, and the world in general.
He finally was able to get Vera into his possession, but it wasn't total, like with Mrs. Walters. She obeyed when she wished (which was frequent) but she was also able to disobey.
The difference between mother and daughter was that one was dependent on David for sex, and had to do what he wished, but the other was young enough to go out and get whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. She didn't need David, but she enjoyed having him around whenever someone else wasn't available.
Richie, who had lost Susan to Mickey, stayed with Linda for a while, but was dissatisfied with her.
He tried living with her for a while, but soon found himself treating her the way Mickey did; he wanted something different. He hunted for another Susan, but couldn't find her and decided to stay with Linda, if only for the hell of it, until he found the right girl.
She was still a decent lay, that was for sure, and as long as he had some way to get his rocks off, it was good enough for him for the time being. Anyway, she made him a fairly nice home, during the time they were spending together. Why, hell, he had everything he needed-fucking and food, and the tremendous security that he had something to go home to, someone who could at least listen to him when he needed an ear.
He used to come home some evenings, and the dinner would be waiting-chicken, maybe, or some good, though cheap, roast meat. It was as if someone cared about his existence in the world, and no matter what anyone would say about it, it was a tremendously important kind of thing.
Anyway, he would come home to a hot dinner, and although his lack of satisfaction with Linda as a permanent sort of person in his life was there, he still enjoyed-somewhat, at least-being with her, talking with her, living with her in the "homey" setting they had.
They sat around their little dinner table and chatted about the day's events, briefly, until eating the food became more important than relating to each other, and the rest of the meal passed in silence.
In a way, Richie enjoyed the silence, even though it was rather lonely at times. He could think about some of the things he wanted in life, without the threat of really being alone and having to confront them directly. He could fantasize about the kind of woman he wanted to find someday, and do it freely, because he had a woman, even though she was not the right one. After all, the reality of the matter was that if he had no one, he would have do-do something about finding someone-this way, he had his security, and could fantasize too.
He thought, this night in particular, about a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman, a lithe, strong woman with a healthy body and a healthy mind. He knew she was a stereotype, but he didn't care. He wanted her, and in his mind, he was perfectly free to have her.
He did the whole movie-scene number in his head over the roast chicken that night: she floated to him over a field of green grass; she came as did the wind-soft, waving, curling gently over the earth. He loved her, and she loved him. It was right and real and honest-that it was all in his mind was also too real.
At any rate, he could manage these kinds of fantasies, and this night he had a wonderful one.
She came to him over the green fields, and he ran to her, holding her in his arms and kissing her passionately on the mouth. She responded in kind, pushing her tongue into his mouth and letting him know that she was there, really there. Her lips were firm, and yet soft, and moist with the fluid of her saliva, coming from her mouth to his.
Even in his fantasies, she was alive and real to him, and had everything he wanted in a woman. He held her, kissing her again and again, letting his tongue force its way around her mouth, pressing against the sides and the back of her throat until she was gagging for breath.
And yet, she didn't mind, for she felt as passionately about him as he felt about her. He knew she wanted him fully, and so, with their arms around one another, they walked towards the forest, to a secluded spot where no other humans would come to disturb them.
It was their place, theirs alone. He held her tightly and then began to undo the buttons on his shirt while she unzipped her tight little top and slipped out of her skirt. She had no underwear on, and as he removed his pants, he saw her standing naked in front of him, and he couldn't bear the beauty of the sight.
He knelt before her and put his warm hands on her crotch. She, too, used her hands to begin the act, placing them around his head and urging his mouth down into her furry cunt.
He let his tongue shoot out tentatively, tasting the salty-sweetness of the flesh of her womanhood in his mouth, feeling the warmth of her crotch emanating out from her and permeating his very soul. He let his tongue wander slowly into the area of soft, pink flesh, and press around the wet, vibrating areas of the place he knew he would later pierce with his manhood.
But right now, right now, he wanted to have her orally, he wanted to lick her until she climaxed and collapsed on top of him from the draining after her orgasm.
He delved into her fully, thrusting his tongue up into the channel of her womanhood, parting the outer and then the inner lips with his demanding but gentle fingers. She spread her legs to make it easier for him, and held his head in her hands, pressing his whole face firmly into her wet, hot crotch.
Richie's fantasy continued, and he found himself unconsciously licking at his chicken.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Linda. "Is the sauce that good?" Apparently she thought he was simply playing with his food.
"Oh, yeah," Richie half-laughed nervously, "yeah, the sauce is really something."
"Glad you like it," smiled Linda, still looking at him as if he'd gone off his rocker.
And it was true, of course-he had, in a sense.
He had gone off to the world of fantasy in which everything was exactly as he wanted it to be. He had no problems, no fears, no pains. Everything was blonde and blue-eyed and beautiful. Everything was love given and returned. Nothing was the boredom and the complacence of his present life with Linda-nothing the tentative, haphazard kind of relationship they were presently having.
He went back to the fantasy. Shit, the woman was beautiful, wanting him, needing him-giving and taking all at once-and he loved her in a special way. He was still involved in his cunt-lapping antics, and she was groaning and moaning as she built towards a climax.
Her knees weakened and she bent them down towards his shoulders, pressing against his naked body as he dug into her crotch with his mouth and tongue, now licking, now nibbling the sensitive areas. Soon, his fingers reached in to where his mouth was working, and began rubbing the center of all her sexual sensations, her clitoris.
She cried out in a delightful way, a way that urged him to give more, to do more, to make her come as she had never come this way before.
She twisted and writhed under the power of her own sexual arousal and his stimulation, and cried out again and again-first his name, and then vague endearments that whispered of her love and her passion.
He grunted in ecstasy and pushed harder with his fingers, driving her wildly on towards her orgasm. Her hips twitched crazily and she went wild in his hands, spasming and tightening and then collapsing on his face and then in his arms.
He held her. He held her and then rolled with her onto the soft green mattress of grass, feeling his prick grown hard against her thighs, feeling the wetness of her own climax rub against his flesh and excite him. She held him tightly, too, letting him know that she wanted him again.
"Now, please," she whispered to him, and it was what he'd wanted to hear. He hadn't wanted to tire her too much at once, but if she was willing, he was ready. His dong throbbed up against her and would soon be in her hole, but he wanted to touch her first, touch her all over, raise her to a peak of excitement she had never known.
He reached up to her face and kissed her lips, pressing against them hotly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and relieving himself of some of the tension that had built up in him. He felt an immense amount of excitement in his loins-he couldn't wait to fuck her, get himself fully into her and come as he had never come before.
He kissed the hollows in her neck and she let her head roll from side to side, enjoying the new arousal. He went down towards her breasts, pulling at the erect nipples with his teeth, gently, so she wouldn't be hurt.
She loved what he was doing to her-he knew that for certain. Her legs spread for him and went around his back, pulling him down towards her. He grabbed his prick and guided it into her, letting it sink into the wet hole all the way as she pulled him down on top of her.
He felt a tremendous joy as he let himself thrust in and out of her, first slowly, and then faster and faster. He'd wanted her for so long-he'd needed her, wished for her, dreamed of her. He pushed in and out of her twat with a longing for climax that almost overpowered him.
He held her more and more tightly and thrust faster and faster into her cunt, riding her with an ecstasy and a skill that he had never experienced. She held onto him as if she would never let go, pulling and pushing and twisting and writhing with him. They were together in their rhythm of passion and love.
Again and again he went down into her, and again and again pulled out, only to thrust down again. Her cunt was the warm home for his prick, and he knew it. He wanted it resting there, at home, for as long as possible. He felt so safe there, so wanted, so needed. And what was most important was that he knew she wanted him there too.
He drove hard into he; body and he knew that soon they would be climaxing together. Pushing and twisting, she thrust up towards him, and as they listened to the sound of their wet flesh smacking together, they both came, gushing their arousal and passion and love for each other in one huge orgasm. It was a heavenly, and yet wild, experience, and Richie felt the intense relaxation of afterwards coming over him.
He came out of his fantasy with a chicken leg still in his hands. He was more aware of his hard prick than of Linda's stupefied face. She'd been silently watching him all this time, wondering what the hell he'd been thinking about.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" she asked him somewhat nastily. "You're sitting there like a fucking ass-hole with that damned chicken leg in your hand!"
"Mmmmm," was all Richie could answer. He took a deep breath and looked up at Linda who was still staring at him. He wondered if she knew. He wondered if she knew that every time he fucked her he wanted to be fucking his blonde, blue-eyed lady.
And yet, suddenly, there was something about Linda that appealed to him again-the look in her eyes, her soft, smooth complexion. He felt a little twinge of wanting her the way he'd used to want her, with a bit of the same sort of passion. He decided they ought to go to bed-firstly, because he really wanted to explore this new feeling and see what it was about (and get his rocks off, too) and secondly, because he wanted to get Linda away from her questioning looks. He found it very maddening that she should stare at him in such an invading manner.
He put his chicken leg down, wiped off his hands, and reached across the table to her.
"Hey, listen," he said softly, "why don't we say fuck the dishes and the rest of dinner and go have a good fuck, huh?"
"You're nuts," she said, smiling for the first time that evening. But her hands reached back towards his, and she entwined her fingers into his.
It did a little bit to entrance Richie. At any rate, he still had his hard-on, and would try to keep it until they were well into he bedroom and on their way. She was a cute little cunt, after all, and he could still see what he had seen in her, even though most of it was not around anymore. So what, he figured, feelings change, but this piece of cunt in reality is better than the piece I can get it up for in my fantasy. If that chick was real, it would be different altogether, but she's not.
He got up from the table and his chair scraped against the floor. He pushed it out from under him and went around to Linda's side of the table, putting his arm around her waist and leading her to the bedroom.
"How come you're being so romantic all of a sudden?" she asked suspiciously.
Damn her, Richie thought, laughing out loud so she wouldn't see beneath the mask. Can't she leave well-enough alone? Can't she just let us fuck and have a good fucking time without spoiling it by questioning the whole fucking time?
He pulled his arm more tightly around her and they went into the bedroom, stripping on the way in, preparing for the habitual fuck. He wanted to make it different this time, but didn't know if it was possible at all. He just didn't know anymore if he could use the little bit of joy that was left in him for her to make their fuck even worthwhile. He hoped so, but he just didn't know any more.
He had his clothes off, and he rested in bed, propping up his head with his hands and a pillow, waiting for her to get in beside him. His erection was still around, and his dong stood up straight and tall. Maybe she'd suck him off tonight, he thought. He'd wait and see.
What piece of luck it was, he didn't know, but she did, indeed, decide to suck him off, because she came up onto the mattress and knelt between his slightly-spread legs, pulling the thick dong into her hands and letting her tongue flick out at it tentatively.
He spread his legs more for her and reached down to hold her head between his hands. He wanted her down on him, fully and quickly.
But she had other things in mind. She wanted to do it slowly, easily, gently. She wanted to take him bit by bit until she had him excited beyond his control. She had most of the power in this act, and so, slowly, she took the head of the prick into her hands and into her lips. She tongued it carefully, letting the oral organ surround the head and douse it with small amounts of saliva. She kissed it hesitantly and then more passionately, taking the whole head in her mouth and slurping it up, pressing against it with the pressure of her lips.
He had to say this for her-she gave great blow jobs. She knew what she was doing, and exactly how to give him pleasure. Her mouth came down around the whole shaft, and her fingers diddled with the sacs that hung beneath it. He felt his organ thick and stiff beneath her fingers and her lips, and his hips began to writhe slowly, eager to move with the rhythm of her performance, eager to react with a performance of his own.
He groaned out his excitement to let her know she was doing a good job, and that he wanted her to continue to do the same things. She knew by this time what he needed and what he liked, and she was more than willing to give it to him. Her mouth ran up and down the length of the pole, pressing and creating a tremendous amount of friction around his groin. The flesh of the organ rubbed and pulled, and Richie became tremendously excited. He was already anticipating his orgasm, shooting with a gushing force into Linda's waiting mouth.
His hips moved willingly into the song she was creating with her sucking and licking and rubbing. She was a magnificent artist when it came to performing fellatio on a man, and that she knew it did still more wonderful things to her skill.
She pulled and pulled on the organ until the heat in it, and the arousal in Richie's body, grew to become too intense to remain inside, and it burst forth in one creaming spurt after another, filling Linda's mouth with the satisfaction she needed.
She breathed heavily, along with Richie, and then crawled up into his arms to rest. They slept for a while, curled simply in each other's arms.
When they awoke, Richie found himself being aroused again by Linda's wandering fingers which were down in his groin, testing out the possibility of erection. She'd discovered that the possibility was definitely there, and Richie discovered it simultaneously, as his prick bobbed and then stood up, ready for anything.
He wanted to fuck her. It was kind of nice, lying there with her cuddled in his arms, and he felt almost sort of romantic. He leaned over to her, kissing her on the mouth passionately, thrusting his tongue deeply into the cavern of her mouth and discovering the juices inside that were hot and inviting.
He rolled over on top of her and felt the hard, erect nipples of her breasts poking into his chest. He leaned down and nibbled at them gently. Yes, she was a cute little cunt, after all, and deserved a good fuck every once in a while. After all, she cooked for him, kept house for him, and so on. He was filled with the tenderest of all chauvinistic feelings possible.
She spread her legs for him and wound them up behind him, just the way his blonde, blue-eyed fantasy-lady had done. His prick throbbed against Linda's smooth thighs, and he reached down to grab it and guide it into her hole.
There was absolutely nothing he wanted more at this moment than to fuck her, to fuck the sweet hell out of her, and let her know, simultaneously, the part of her he still cared for, and the part of her he couldn't bear.
His prick went into her, one inch, and then two, and then slipped in all the way, pressing against the wet, long canal until it reached bottom and his hard balls slapped against the entrance to her body.
She groaned out in ecstasy and he pushed in and pulled out of her, faster and faster, until both he and she were involved in a wild kind of rhythm, and pounding, almost desperate kind of movement that spoke all the words they'd never been able to say recently.
Their fuck spoke both of the passion and the boredom, cried of the terror of two people living together who are not really making it, who are not really free. The fuck sang of the animal love that happens between human beings and wept of the destructive forces of that animalism when it is carried too far, for too long, in the wrong ways.
And they moaned out the same cries, with their fuck. It was almost as if their lives were being acted out this night during these passionate moments. It was, as Richie had wanted it to be, a fuck such as no other they'd experienced. It would be, indeed, a fuck he would remember long after he'd finally gathered the courage to leave Linda and go out into the world again to search for the lady of his fantasies.
He came, spurting hot jets of cream into Linda's twat, and she spasmed with him, thrusting her hips up towards his and then letting herself ease back onto the mattress in the after-peace of orgasm.
He rested too, still holding her lightly in his arms, and let his mind wander. Blonde and blue-eyed, she came upon him again, floating to him in the dream of his reality, whispering to him of a love and passion he had never experienced.
He held her, kissed her, touched her gleaming skin. They walked together, and watched the sunny blue skies with their arms around one another. It was a day, a special day of loving, and he knew he was with her for a special reason. He felt so strongly that they had found each other not out of chance but out of choice, that they had come together, finally, because they had cared long enough and hard enough, and because they had worked even longer and harder.
No, it wasn't chance. Something as right as this didn't happen "just because." It happened because both people wanted it to happen and were willing to work as much as they had to have it become right.
Richie's eyes opened and he looked down at Linda's resting face. She was a cute little cunt-and he was tired of it. He wanted a woman.