Chapter 7
David returned home that evening in a semi-stupor.
The events of the preceding few hours really didn't reach him as actually having happened. It seemed more like a dream than anything else.
What had originally started out as a dinner turned into a minor love affair between Mrs. Walters and David.
As he showered he remembered her cunt, and the way it shone as the liquid dripped from it as she climaxed.
He felt excitement, embarrassment, and shame as he masturbated himself in the shower stall.
When he ejaculated he now had a vision of a real woman in his mind: Mrs. Walters. He was determined that he would eventually shoot into her cunt instead of against the wall of the shower.
After he showered and dressed himself for bed he was suddenly filled with a sense of utter confusion.
When he would see Mrs. Walters, he thought quietly, how would he react to her in the office. Would the relationship remain the same-she the secretary and David the lowly office boy?
How could he face her without feeling embarrassed and excited? She couldn't treat him the same way as she did before that Friday night.
It would, by necessity, have to be entirely different. She would have to stop feeling pity for him and begin thinking of him as a man, not just a boy who was always around to do the dirty work.
David would also have to change his attitude towards her. He would have to stop treating her as a superior, but, rather, as an equal.
"Well," he told himself, just as he was dozing off to sleep, "we'll have to see what happens on Monday."
A few hours after David had fallen asleep Richie returned home and he had his own problems.
This was the first night that he hadn't screwed Susan, and he didn't enjoy the fact. But it was also the night he realized that Susan was always ready for some type of sex.
The blow-job which she had given him was nothing unusual. She had sucked his cock dozens of times before, but this was the first time she went wild over his cock.
He assumed that she was ready for anything, and that his friend in Jersey might just be able to provide the right circumstances as well as the place. The objective for the week would be to convince him to let them have it, and he was sure that it would be done.
What he would have to do is promise Susan to Mickey and deal with the hippy girl himself. Two girls in one night appealed to him and he assumed that it would also appeal to Mickey.
On the following Monday David, when he saw Mrs. Walters seated behind her desk, was unsure of himself. How should he act towards her? Make believe the whole thing never happened, he decided, would be the best course of action.
Mrs. Walters was also psychologically a wreck because of the previous Friday night's activities. She felt no shame or guilt about what he had done, but she felt sorry for David.
David, she knew, was obviously not prepared for lovemaking with the older woman, and the best thing she could think of to appease him as well as alleviate his fears would be to wait until David made the advance.
All during the day, they avoided each other; even to the point of not going to lunch together.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed without any recognition between either of them about what happened.
Mrs. Walters was sure that she had made a mistake trying to get David to make love to her.
David was sure that he had made a mistake by not making love to her and that she was angry with him, or at least disappointed with his ability to make love to a real woman.
By Thursday, they were both on edge, especially Mrs. Walters.
Frustrated from waiting for David to make an advance towards her, she decided to take the initiative again and ask him over for dinner again.
During the lunch hour, on Thursday, she asked if David would like to go with her.
He agreed, halfheartedly perhaps, but he still agreed and went with her to lunch.
After many minutes of silence, as they sat at the table in the luncheonette, she finally asked the question.
"David!" she exclaimed. "Why not come over to my house for dinner Saturday night."
Saturday night, he asked himself. Why
Saturday night?
She answered his silent question.
"My daughter is going to a slumber party that night and there won't be anyone around to bother us."
Her implications, she realized, were sufficient for David to pick them up.
He also realized why she wanted him to come over for dinner on Saturday night. If there would be no one there to bother them, they could do anything they wanted without fear of interruption.
"Sounds fine," he told her.
"Can you get there about eight o'clock or so?"
"Why so late?"
"I have to get rid of Vera before that time, and I know she'll waste hours getting ready for her stupid party."
"Okay, then. I'll be there at eight o'clock."
"That'll be just fine," she bubbled happily.
"Wait a minute," David exclaimed, "instead of you making dinner for us, why not let me take you out for dinner that night, and from there we can go back to your apartment. How does that sound?"
She nodded and for the last half hour of the lunch break, they spoke of trivial things, disregarding sex completely.
David decided that it would seem better if he paid to take her out and treat her just like a regular date. It didn't seem right that he should go to her apartment, have dinner, and try to enjoy sex with her.
Also during that week, Richie called his friend Mickey and asked if he would use the apartment for that Friday or Saturday night.
Mickey told him that he might go out either night and wasn't sure if he could let him use the apartment.
"Besides," Mickey asked, "why do you need my apartment anyway?"
Richie didn't want to tell him outright, and muttered, "It would be a nice quiet place to take my girl for the night."
Mickey laughed. "I see, and you're just coming up here for peace and quiet. Listen to records, and things like that, right?"
"Sort of."
"Bullshit. You've got this chick and you want to screw around with her."
"Sort of," Richie repeated.
"Why the hell didn't you just tell me you needed a place to get laid?"
"Okay, I need a place to get laid."
"Good, but I can't let you have the apartment."
"Why not? You just told me that you might go out either night, so I figured I could use it whichever night you weren't."
"True, but whenever someone uses my place to get laid, I want to see who it is first. I mean, I don't want you bringing any prostitutes around here. It might give me a bad name."
"Give you a bad name? What about that seventeen-year-old chick you're living with?"
"Well, everybody thinks she's my sister, so no sweat about that."
"So this girl's my sister, too."
"Incest is illegal," he laughed.
"Listen, I've got an idea," he began enthusiastically.
"Let's hear it."
"I'll come up Friday night with the girl, and you be there. Don't worry, she's not a prostitute or anything like that. She is my girl friend, and I've been going with her for the last two years. It's just that it's becoming a hassle fucking in the car all the time."
"Okay," Mickey said, "I'll stay home Friday night just for you."
"Good, well I guess that's it."
"Sure. Besides," he mumbled to himself, but loud enough for Richie to hear, "if she's really all that good I'll take her away from you."
"Screw," Richie said sarcastically.
"I hope to. And quite frequently."
They said goodbye to each other after they solidified plans for the exact time as well as the directions to his apartment.
Richie hung up the phone. He was happy and satisfied that on Friday he would be able to fuck Susan in complete privacy.
Mickey, in New Jersey, was also happy. He felt that if the girl would screw for Richie she would definitely screw for him.
Another fuck, he told himself, sounds good at any time.
The story of having to see the girl before letting him use the place was just to keep him anxious. If he let all his friends have the apartment, eventually he would be forced to move out because of overcrowding.
David, that Saturday evening was overexcited about taking Mrs. Walters out to dinner. By six o'clock he had showered and dressed and was already on his way to Mrs. Walters' apartment.
At six-thirty, a half hour before he was supposed to be there, he rang the bell and waited for her to open the door.
Mrs. Walters came to the door and opened it. With curlers in her hair and a house robe on her body she stood petrified seeing David.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I thought you might be ready."
"Well, it's obvious I'm not."
"Anyway, can I come in and wait for you?"
"Of course," she said as she stepped aside to let him enter.
"Where's Vera?" David asked, noticing that the place was too quiet.
"I've already sent her off to her slumber party."
"How long will it take you to get ready?"
"At least another twenty minutes," she told him as she pulled rollers from her hair. "Why don't you go make yourself a drink and watch television while I finish fixing myself up."
He agreed and went into the kitchen. "Where's the scotch?" he yelled into the apartment.
"Underneath the damn sink."
He looked under the sink and found the half full bottle of scotch standing alongside a number of household cleansers.
David poured himself the drink and returned to the living room. Turning on the television, he sat on the chair facing it and made himself comfortable.
The evening news was all he could find, except for a rerun of a midfifties series. He decided to watch the rerun.
Just a few minutes before seven, as the show was coming to an end, Mrs. Walters came into the living room and announced that she was ready to go.
"Wait a second. I wanna watch the end of this show. It's pretty funny."
Mrs. Walters wanted to impress upon him the fact that it was getting late, but decided against it. "He," she told herself, "is taking me out to dinner, and I shouldn't make any demands upon him."
At exactly seven o'clock the show ended and David stood up and announced he was ready to go.
"Ready?" he asked as if she were the one causing the delay.
Mrs. Walters nodded and they walked to the door.
David opened the door and let Mrs. Walters walk through first.
"At least," she thought, "he has some manners."
David drove the car at a deadly pace, scaring Mrs. Walters. But she refrained from saying anything about the way he drove the car.
At the restaurant, which was just a few miles from her home, David exhibited a dazzling display of gentlemanly manners.
He opened doors, let her walk on the inside of the sidewalk, and so forth. She was really impressed, which was what David wanted.
David went out of his way to do things right for her because he wanted things from her, and, he felt the best way to do it was to be extra kind to her.
The restaurant they ate at was nothing extraordinary, but David liked it immensely.
It was colorful and well decorated, as well as expensive, which was unusual for David.
Whenever David took a date to a restaurant, or rather, out to eat, it was usually a diner which was not very well decorated, but where the food was good and the prices were reasonable, which was what really appealed to David.
By nine o'clock David was becoming restless and asked if Mrs. Walters would like to go home.
She nodded happily. Mrs. Walters wanted to go home and get down to business.
All during the meal she thought about what had happened the week before, and she wanted a continuation of it.
As soon as David walked into the apartment behind Mrs. Walters she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered, "for such a wonderful evening," as she kissed him on the lips, "and now I would like to make up for it."
"How do you mean?"
"Come on, David, stop acting like such a child. You know what I mean." She nodded towards the bedroom and pulled him by the hand.
"In there?" he asked naively.
She nodded and smiled.
David returned the smile and let himself be pulled towards the room.
They entered and David turned on the light.
"Turn that off," she demanded.
"Why?" he asked wondering how they could see if the light was off.
"I think it's more exciting in the dark."
David gulped and turned off the light. She closed the door and the room was in nearly total darkness, except for a few glimmers of light coming from the street and buildings across the alley.
David suddenly felt bold, now that the lights were off. In the dark, he felt, he could do anything he wanted by making believe that there was no one else in the room with him.
"Take off your clothes," he told her in an almost demanding tone.
"Take them off for me."
"Go ahead and do it yourself. I'm taking off my clothes."
Mrs. Walters felt anger swelling up within her at his unreasonableness, but she complied with his demands as quickly as he told her.
Within minutes she was naked as David completed pulling off his shorts.
"Get into bed," she told him.
He complied quickly and pulled the cool sheets over his hot body. David was excited and before he was stripped he had an erection.
Mrs. Walters climbed into bed with him and the touch of her skin against his bare skin made him shudder with excitement.
She was also excited and waited for the right moment to do something to him. She had nothing particular in mind, but she was prepared to do anything and as quickly as possible.
David didn't know what to do, so he decided to kiss her. His lips found hers in the dark and they exchanged saliva for a few minutes.
Ever so often she would feel his hard organ brush against her body and she would become even more excited. Now it was the time.
Mrs. Walters pulled her mouth away from him and pressed his body back against the bed.
She pulled the sheets off her and crawled around the bed until she was kneeling over his midsection. Her hand caressed his legs and hips.
Slowly, her fingers brushed into his pubic hair, and she felt his hips shudder. David's cock throbbed with the excitement he knew would soon come.
Finally, her fingers found his cock. As soon as she touched it it throbbed violently and she thought that it might shoot.
The stiff cock fit perfectly into her hand. The organ was hot compared to her fingers, but soon the heat from the organ equaled that of her hand and as she gently stroked the cock David forgot for a few seconds that it might be her hand.
But each time she stroked, it became harder, and he sensed that it would soon shoot.
"Oh, damn!" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" she asked, fearful that she might have hurt him with her fingernails.
"I'm gonna come."
Mrs. Walters became more excited, now that she knew she would finally bring on an orgasm from a man. Her hand pumped harder until David grabbed her wrist and forced her to discontinue her movements.
She fought his hand away and continued pumping the organ until David grabbed the sides of the bed and held on tightly.
The hot scum pumped from his organ with great force and landed on his belly.
Some dripped onto her hand as it still moved the cock up and down. She became more excited now that it had finally happened.
Without thinking she bent her head down and took his cock into her mouth.
The head of the cock was still covered with the salty musky scum, but she didn't mind it at all. She was too excited to care what it tasted like.
The hot bulbous head slipped into her mouth with ease and immediately she began sucking on it to bring out whatever scum was still inside the tube.
She managed, with great difficulty, to bring out the last droplet of scum as his cock throbbed and the muscles forced it out and into her mouth.
David was reeling with the excitement being given his cock.
Never had he felt this way before. He thought that the simple ejaculation because of her hand was really exciting, but her mouth drove him wild.
His hands pressed the top of her head and forced her to swallow the cock. The long hard rod slipped further into her mouth and she bit on the still stem.
For just a few minutes she sucked on the cock, licking the head, and sticking her tongue into the eye.
Her whole head moved up and down in a fucking motion until she sensed his second orgasm.
"Suck it!" he yelled.
Her head moved faster.
"Suck it until it comes!"
Her head bobbed up and down wildly. The muscles in her neck were being strained from the constant and powerful jerking of her head.
David continued yelling that he was going to come and eventually he did.
With one violent jerking motion he raised his hips nearly a foot above the bed.
Mrs. Walters moved her head with his movements, but the cock was forced deeply into the back of her throat, causing her mouth and neck to ache with the thickness of the cock.
Finally the scum came shooting through his cock for the second time in less than a half hour. The cock tingled as it was being relieved and depleted.
The quantity of scum was much less than the first time, but there was more feeling with the second one.
David felt completely empty. He sighed and groaned as her mouth freed his cock and let it slap against his belly.
Mrs. Walters, meanwhile, managed to come to a climax twice during her fellating of David's cock. Her second climax came just a few moments before David's.
She felt weak and exhausted, but continued until she forced him to ejaculate.
As soon as David shot into her mouth she collapsed upon the bed and lay there sighing for many minutes. Nothing could be heard except the heavy breathing of both adults as they lay with their arms wrapped around each other.
For nearly an hour they lay there trying to regain their strength.
Finally she felt her strength renewed and climbed from the bed and turned on the light.
"Hey!" David exclaimed, "what the fuck are you doing?" He threw his arm over his eyes to protect himself from the blinding light.
"I wanted to see what you look like."
"You could have done that before," he told her angrily, "when we first got here."
She had no reply, but instead came around to his side of the bed and sat down.
David's arm still covered his face, so he didn't see what she was doing, but felt her sitting on the bed.
He took his arm from his face, but still kept his eyes closed until he became accustomed to the light.
When he opened his eyes he met a pair of breasts just a few inches from his face. "What's up?"
"I want you to make love to me."
"How?" David was serious about his question. He had never made love to anyone before and he wanted her to teach him.
"First, I want you to suck on my tits until they get real hard. Then, you'll eat me out, and then you'll fuck me."
"Sounds easy to me."
"It is. Really easy, as long as you do as I tell you, you can have a good time, and I can have a good time, too. Now suck on the tits."
He lifted his head a few inches and met her nipple which she was bringing down towards his face. The soft nipple brushed against his lips and he instinctively opened his mouth and let it enter.
The small flexible nipple slipped around in between his lips and teeth.
"Lick it with your tongue," she instructed him.
His tongue ran around the nipple, but he was very rough with it.
"Not so hard," she told him. "Be very gentle with it. Just brush it with your tongue very lightly."
Now his tongue barely touched the nipple, and this she found more exciting. After a few minutes of brushing and stroking the nipple with his tongue it was sufficiently hard and began aching.
"Do the other one now," she instructed him as she pulled the stiff nipple from his mouth and replaced it with the other, which was just slightly hard. He licked it and sucked on it for a few moments until it too was hard.
By now David was getting excited. His cock stiffened once again and was ready for action.
After her other nipple was stiff he rolled the breasts across his face as his tongue moistened the entire area.
Mrs. Walters sighed with pleasure as his fingers reached for her cunt and began playing with it. His fingers pulled on the hair and tickled the labia.
"Eat me out," she begged, "please?"
He pushed her breasts away from his face and told her to stand up.
"Now what do I do?"
"Lick the whole thing with your tongue."
"Then lie on the bed," he told her, "and open your legs."
She obeyed immediately and within seconds she lay there with her legs spread wide and with David kneeling between them.
"Lick the labia."
"The what?"
"The skin around the hole."
He found the skin around the hole as he pushed the long hair out of the way. The skin was soft and pink as he licked it with his hot moist tongue.
"Lick the clitoris," she sighed with pleasure.
"Where is it?"
"Right above the hole," she puffed.
He found it, but it was covered with hair, and he got a strand of hair caught between his teeth.
As he picked it out she demanded that he continue with his licking.
Mrs. Walters felt the excitement of his tongue and accepted the pleasurable sensations which he was giving to her.
"Lick the hole," she told him.
His tongue found the hole and tried to force its way into it as he spread it apart with his fingers.
She twisted and turned as her orgasm came.
She deposited great quantities of cunt juice in his mouth.
David coughed and sputtered as her juices dripped into his mouth, but he continued licking. His face was covered with the juices as he bobbed his head up and down trying to excite the entire area.
She groaned and heaved around the bed as her legs caught David's head and forced it to stay in the one position as he moved only his tongue into the hole.
David was tired and covered with perspiration. He pushed her legs away and crawled from the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To take a shower. Where's the bathroom?"
She told him the direction and just as he walked out of the door she yelled to him, "Wait for me. I want to take a shower with you."
David was bothered by her constant attention, but a shower with her might prove exciting.
Mrs. Walters led David to the bathroom and showed him where everything was.
"Turn on the water," she directed.
He toyed with the knobs until he felt the water to be the right temperature for a shower.
They stepped into the tub, which also acted as the shower stall, and immediately began washing each other. Both spent great quantities of time washing the genital area of the other.
Foam dripped down their legs as the bar of soap was rubbed into the hair of the groin.
She took the bar of soap from David's hand and told him to turn around. Her hand, covered with soap, pressed between his ass cheeks and rubbed her fingers into the hair until she found the soft sensitive skin of the anus.
David sighed as her finger, covered with soap, tried to press its way into the hole. Her fingernail scratched the soft skin and David whelped in pain.
"Get the fuck out of there," he demanded.
Immediately she pulled her finger out and said she was sorry.
"Let's get out of here," he told her as he put the soap on the dish and began rinsing his body. As soon as all the soap was washed from his body he turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.
"Are you coming?" he asked as he reached for a towel and began drying himself.
Mrs. Walters stepped from the tub and took another towel from the rack and dried herself.
"Let's go, I want to fuck you," he told her.
"That's not a very nice way of putting it, is it?"
"I'm only worried about putting it someplace and that's inside your cunt."
They returned to the bedroom and turned off the light. She spread herself across the bed and exposed her clean wet cunt to David.
His cock was already hard with expectation and immediately he jumped between her legs and pressed the cock against her cunt.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she waited for him to stick his cock into her.
"Trying to find the damned hole."
She took the cock in her hand and guided it to the gaping cunt until she felt the tip of the cock press against the hole.
"Now push," she directed.
He didn't have to be told. As soon as he felt the head of the cock pressing against something that could give way he knew he was in the right place and slowly forced a good part of the cock into her. He waited, expecting her to force him to stop. David wasn't sure of the exact depth of her hole, and was slightly afraid to push deeply into her. When three fourths of his cock was inside her he felt something against the head and knew that it must be the place to stop.
As soon as she felt David's cock slide all the way in she wrapped her legs around his back and forced him to enter even further.
"Now go in and out," she told him as if he were some child.
Without her instructions he knew what to do. Slowly, and rhythmically he moved the cock in and out of her cunt until it pressed against the back of the tube.
"Harder," she demanded as she felt the impending orgasm.
He forced the cock into her even further as he moved faster within her confines. Within minutes he was bouncing up and down, wildly, until he thought she would be punctured with his dick.
Mrs. Walters went into a spasm of ecstasy as she orgasmed with his cock fucking her like crazy. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer within her with her legs wrapped tightly around his hips.
David moved even faster after she orgasmed and continued bouncing up and down until he sensed the scum collecting at the base of his cock, ready to pour out.
With one final, forceful thrust he landed bodily atop her body and forced his cock into its limit.
Finally he ejaculated and lay there with his cock still inside her. He tried to catch his breath, huffing and puffing until his cock became flaccid and slipped out of her.
"Get off!" she demanded as his weight became oppressively heavy.
Slowly, and with great effort he eased his body from hers and rolled onto his back with a great sigh.
David glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the night table and saw that it was still early-midnight. He decided that he had a good two or three hours left to him, if she was willing to cooperate.
She was willing to cooperate.
As David lay there, trying to regain his strength she stroked the skin of his body. Her hand ran up and down his chest, playing with the light down of blonde hair covering it.
David was tired, but he still wanted to continue.
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" he asked Mrs. Walters.
She looked at him in wonder. "Why?"
"Because," he began, speaking very slowly, "I want to sleep over. I'm tired, but there are more things I want to do before I leave you."
"I don't mind. It's just that my daughter will be coming back sometime tomorrow afternoon-I don't know when-and when she comes back I guess we'll have to be out of bed."
"I won't be staying that long," he explained, "just overnight. Is that all right with you?"
"Anything you say," she conceded.
She was also tired from the last two and a half hours of sex play, but she, too, wanted more.
David pulled the rumpled sheet over their bodies and within minutes he was asleep. Mrs. Walters also fell asleep, but she was more excited, subconsciously, than David.
She awoke every few minutes, very tense and nervous, hoping that David might touch her body or play with her cunt.
But David was sound asleep for more than an hour when, because she couldn't withstand the wait any longer, she awakened him and played with his cock.
It stiffened quickly as she played with it. David didn't say a thing, but just let her continue playing with his organ until it became very excited.
"Cool it," he said.
"Why?" she demanded. "What am I doing that's so wrong. Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Sure I like it. As a matter-of-fact, I like it too much. I want to rest for a little bit longer. Later we can play with each other. For now, just let me sleep for a few more hours, okay?'
She released his cock in reply to his request and rolled over onto her side, with her back towards David. She slept for a few moments, but again awoke, terribly excited with the naked body lying alongside of her.
David, when she awoke, was asleep again, but she was afraid to touch him; it might make him angry, and he might go home.
Mrs. Walters climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and put on a robe. She went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of coffee for herself as she sat at the table listening to the radio.
Her coffee having been drunk, she sat at the table and waited for her allocated hour to expire.
At two a.m., when she felt it was time to awaken him, she returned to the bedroom and slowly pulled the sheet off David's body.
He had rolled over onto his stomach, so she rubbed his back, very lightly. She hoped that the soothing pressure of her fingers on his back would awaken him and excite him, but the effect was just the opposite.
David sensed something rubbing his back, but the feeling was so relaxing that it put him to sleep again.
Mrs. Walters stroked the spine, the small of his back, and occasionally ran her fingers over the cheeks of his ass. A few times her fingers would run down the crack and try to press into the opening.
After fifteen minutes of playing with his back, ass and legs, she tired, and realized that it would not awaken him.
She then decided to try a different approach. Taking off her robe, she climbed over David's legs and knelt, with her legs opened, over his thighs.
Her fingers caressed the cheeks of the ass and slowly spread them apart until she was able to see the small hole, which was his anus.
The soft sensitive skin looked inviting, so she bent her head down and pressed her face against the crack.
With his legs closed, she found it very difficult for her mouth to reach his anus, so she tried to spread the ass cheeks even further apart.
With her tongue out, she again shoved her head downward and pressed the hot, wet tongue against his anus.
"Good thing I washed his ass before," she thought quietly.
Her tongue lightly lapped the hole and felt the soft skin excite the nerve endings in her tongue. The ass felt like a cunt, she thought, if she were to ever lick out somebody's cunt.
Her tongue tried to force its way into the hole, but his legs were closed too tightly, and her tongue was too short.
David, sensing, something quite unusual happening to him, slowly awoke and lay there trying to imagine exactly what it was she was doing to his ass.
At first he thought she was using her fingers, but then he realized that her face was pressed against his ass, not her hand.
Her struggles to reach the opening made David realize that it would be necessary for him to spread his legs.
He opened his legs as much as her legs would allow. When she felt his legs spreading and then touching her legs, she knew that he was quite awake and that he was also accepting what she was doing to him.
Mrs. Walters tried to spread her legs even further apart, but found that it would be easier to just kneel between his legs, instead of around them.
She climbed between his legs and he spread his legs as far apart as they would physically go. Her mouth returned to his ass, and continued the licking as David sighed with pleasure.
Her mouth and tongue ached from the constant work, and soon she wanted to stop. "Keep licking," he demanded in a whisper. "But I'm tired," she pleaded. "But I want you to keep licking it," he told her in a much more demanding tone.
She complied reluctantly-she wanted to keep the man happy for later things.
She returned her mouth to his ass and continued licking the soft hole until she thought her tongue would fall from her mouth.
After more than a half hour of licking he decided that he wanted something additional.
"Okay," he told her, "you can stop now. I want to do something else."
Mrs. Walters pulled away from him greatly relieved. Everything ached, and besides, she wanted to do something other than lick his ass all night.
"What do you want to do?" she asked as she climbed from between his legs and fell, exhaustedly, onto the bed alongside of David.
"I haven't decided yet. Can you think of anything unusual?"
"Do you know what a French tickler is?"
"A French tickler?" he repeated. "What is it for?"
"It's something a guy puts on his cock to give the girl more excitement."
"Do you have one."
"Yes. And..."
"But I still don't know what it is."
"That's what I'm going to tell you. You put it on your cock and it has all these things sticking out of it which tickle my cunt. Do you want to see it?"
"Yes," he said as he rolled over onto his back with great effort. His cock was stiff from the recent ass licking he had just received and he felt that it was just about time to get it relieved.
Mrs. Walters climbed from the bed and went to the closet. On her toes, she reached into the closet until she pulled out a small brown paper bag from the top shelf.
It was obviously unused for a long time, because she shook the dust from the bag as she carried it to the bed and handed it to David.
"What do I do with it?" he asked as he reached into the bag.
"Put it on, stupid," she exclaimed.
He pulled out the single band of rubber and held it on his finger.
He squeezed it.
"This!? "
"You put that on, just under the head of your cock, like this," she said as she ran her finger behind the head of his cock.
"It's too small," he said as he inspected the band of rubber with the dozen little extensions coming from it.
"It won't fit."
"It stretches," she explained, "so it won't slip off your cock. Put it on."
David held the band between his index fingers and stretched it as much as possible. He slipped it over the head of his cock and, with great difficulty, pulled it behind the head.
He released it with a snap. The cock throbbed with the sudden stinging pain.
"It looks stupid," he remarked.
"But it really works. It's made so that a woman goes crazy when her man wears it."
"I didn't want to screw you yet," he said when he realized the tightness of the band.
"What did you want?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of a blowjob. How do I get this fucking thing off?"
"You'll have to wait until your cock gets smaller and then it'll slip off."
"That may be never," he said as he poked a finger into her cunt. "I guess," he continued, "I'll have to screw you."
"I'm afraid so," she laughed.
David waited for her to move, but she never did.
Mrs. Walters was waiting for David to give her the order to get into bed.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get into the fuckin' bed."
Obediently she climbed into bed and lay alongside David. David rolled over and knelt between her outstretched legs. He inspected his cock with the band around it and decided that it looked ridiculous. "But," he concluded to himself, "if it makes her come more often, then it makes me happier."
David leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against her opening.
"How's it feel?" he asked.
"You haven't touched me with the tickler yet. You have to use the tickler."
Mrs. Walters really loved the tickler, even though she never had it used on her before.
She had ordered the tickler through the mail many years before, hoping that one day some man would have the opportunity to use it. It was years before the expensive little item would be used.
David pressed deeper into her until he felt half his cock within her orifice. The tiny rubber stems of the tickler scratched the inside of her cunt gently.
"Come on, David," she pleaded, "move!"
David pressed into her as far as the cunt would allow. Slowly he moved up and down and almost immediately she was groaning and sighing with the new and strange sensations the tickler was providing. As he lowered and raised his hips the stems scratched against the vaginal wall, driving her crazy with excitement.
Within minutes she orgasmed as she pressed her legs around his neck.
David continued fucking. The band was cutting off some of the circulation within the head, and he knew that it would take much longer before he would be able to shoot into her.
For the next five minutes he continued fucking until she went into spasms with her second orgasm.
Mrs. Walters held his body as tightly as possible as she rolled from side to side. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to maintain control over her body, but she was losing the battle.
For many minutes more she accepted
David's cock as it slipped in and out.
David was enjoying the elongation of his fucking time, and was willing to continue.
For the next few minutes he screwed her until she went into another wild spasm of jerking and kicking. The third orgasm in less than twenty minutes was more than she could endure.
Her heels kicked against his back, her fingernails cut deep gashes into his back. She almost knocked David out of her with her sudden jerking movements.
"Take it easy!" he exclaimed as he rolled with her around the bed.
She groaned and sighed until the orgasm was finished with. "Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed as she tried to catch her breath, "Stop! Please stop."
"Not until I come," he told her. David knew that if he could get the thing from his cock he would shoot within seconds, but as long as it was wrapped around the cock, he had to continue doing it until it shot, even if it took all night.
His hips began moving again, but now he moved faster and faster. Within minutes he shot.
The orgasm was violent, but because of the tightness of the band none of the fluid was able to get through the head of his cock.
David felt the stuff building up in the tube on the underside of the organ, but there was nothing he could do to make it get through.
He withdrew his cock quickly and inspected it. It still throbbed, occasionally, but the tube was filled with semen.
The only thing he could do was wait until it receded into his bladder and then wait until the cock became flaccid enough for him to pull the thing off.
"No more," he said, "of this fuckin' thing. It's too damn tight, and I can't shoot with the thing on."
Mrs. Walters didn't hear him. She was still trying to recover from her last orgasm. Her breath came heavy as she tried to relax, but her entire body was much too tense to relax, at least not yet.
"Do you hear me?" he asked.
"Ohhhh ... David..." she groaned.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Ohhhhh ... Jesus ... David ... that was beautiful."
David forgot about her for the next few moments as he tried to concentrate on getting his cock to get smaller so he could take the thing off.
The scum was slowly receding into him, and in a few minutes the organ was flaccid enough for him to grab one edge and pull it over the head.
The band caught the edge of the head, and it hurt the still sensitive head. "Hell! This fuckin' thing has got to go!"
When he finally pulled it off completely he watched as a droplet of scum formed on the tip of his cock.
"Suck it," he demanded as he brought his cock to her mouth and pressed it against her lips.
She was still in a semi-daze and accepted the organ readily. It slipped between her teeth and lapped against her tongue.
Her tongue was dead in her mouth.
"Suck it!" he demanded as he pressed it deeper into her mouth.
Slowly, and with great effort, she complied with his demand.
She was exhausted, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her tongue ran around the head very slowly, but she managed to bring him to an orgasm in just a few minutes.
He shot into her mouth just a few drops of semen, all I that remained of the sacs.
He pulled the cock out of her mouth and lay on the bed. Within minutes they were both sound asleep.