Chapter 7
FORCED TO SWALLOW
Seeing Mrs. Sinclair seated so calmly behind her desk, Tom was more unsure of himself than ever before. He wondered how he should act toward her. Should I, he thought, make believe the whole thing was no more than a bad dream? Yes, he thought, that's the best approach.
Unbeknownst to Tom, she, too was a psychological wreck. She felt shame, guilt at what she'd done the last Friday night. She felt sorry for Tom, still. But his presence was a constant reminder.
She had realized that Tom was psychologically unprepared for making love to older and often more experienced women. Her only course of action, so as not to scare him to death, was to wait.
She hoped not only to appease him, but to alleviate his fears concerning making love to her. He would have to make the next advance.
They avoided each other for the entire day. She did not even ask him out for lunch, and he did not ask to go. It was the same Tuesday and Wednesday. Now, she thought, she was sure she had erred in the handling of Tom.
On the other hand, Tom was certain that she was offended that he had not made love to her that first night. He thought she was angry with him for his reluctance. Perhaps, he thought too, she's disappointed with my prowess as a lover.
By Thursday, they were both on edge. She more than he. Frustrated by the eternal waiting, she again took the initiative and asked him over for dinner again. She asked him to lunch with her again on Thursday. Half-heartedly, he agreed and went with her.
Once at the luncheonette, they sat silently for many minutes. Finally, she could wait no longer. "Tom, why not come over to my house for dinner Saturday night?"
Saturday night? Why Saturday night, he asked himself.
"My daughter," she said answering his silent question, "is going to a slumber party that night. There won't be anyone around to interfere."
He understood by implication what she meant. Also, he realized, why she wanted him to come over for the dinner on Saturday night. Alone and without any interference, they would be free to do anything they wished.
"Sounds fine."
"Can you get there at eight o'clock?" "Why so late?"
"I have to Velma off before then. I know shell be late in leaving, like she usually is."
"Okay. Eight it is."
"That'll be just fine."
"Say! Instead of you making dinner for us, why not let me take you out to dinner? From there we can go back to your apartment. How's that?"
She nodded. For the rest of the hour, they spoke of small matters, disregarding their date and sexual matters altogether. He decided that it would be better if he paid to take her out, treating her as he would any other date.
After all, it didn't seem right, to his way of thinking, that he should go to her place, have dinner and try to give her an enjoyable sex playtime, too.
Saturday evening Tom was overly excited about taking her out to dinner. He was dressed and already on his way to her apartment by seven o'clock. At seven-thirty he rang her bell.
She came to the door and opened it. She had curlers in her hair and a house robe covered her body. She stood, staring at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I thought you might be early."
"Well, obviously, I'm not."
"Anyway, may I come in and wait for you?"
"Of course." He saw the beginnings of a smile on her half-averted face. Was she laughing at his eagerness, he wondered?
He looked around. "Where's Velma?"
"I've already gotten her off to her party."
"How long will you be?"
"Another twenty minutes, at least." She started pulling the rollers from her hair. "Why don't you make yourself a drink?"
"Shall I make you one? And where's the scotch?"
"Yes, thank you. It's under that damned sink." Looking under the sink, he found the bottle of scotch standing along with several assorted bottles of household items.
He poured himself a drink and made one for her, too. Returning to the living room, he put his down, left it, and went to her door. Knocking, he waited for her to come and get it. The door opened slightly and she reached out.
"Thanks. Won't be but a minute."
Turning on the television, he found most everything was news, except for one movie. He decided to watch part of the movie. Just as the hero and heroine disappeared into the blazingly beautiful sunset, forever united in love and understanding, she walked through the door. She was ready.
"Just a second. I want to see if they're going to make it," he said.
She wanted to impress upon him the fact that it was getting late, but changed her mind. He is taking me out to dinner, she told herself, and I shouldn't make special demands on him. Anyhow, what's a few seconds?
In a few minutes the show ended. He rose, and snapped off the set.
"Ready?" He grinned. "It's silly of me. But I've sat through that particular movie at least six times, but never got to see the end of it. Something always happened at the last minute. Suddenly, there is the end, just like I had been sitting here all the time." He smiled sheepishly at her.
She laughed, shaking her head. "We're all prone to do little things like that."
He took the coat from her arm and held it for her. Then he followed her through the door. At least, she thought, he has manners and a sense of humor.
Tom's driving scared her; he was a fast driver. But she restrained herself from saying anything. Fast he might be, she thought, but he's good.
She began relaxing. The restaurant, not too far from her home, was nice, quiet and pleasant. It was nothing fancy. But it was nice. And he made her evening glitter with his superb manners and good looks.
He opened the doors, guided her gently through the passages and halls, between tables. He held her chair, took care of her wrap, and made sure everything was under control. He displayed all the little services that a woman appreciates so much.
Of course, she realized, he was going out of his way to be nice to her because of what she could provide for him. But, she thought, both parties were benefiting. She was impressed, at any rate, which was what he wanted.
In the past, whenever Tom had taken a date out to dinner, they had ended up at a local diner. This time, he knew, she would expect a restaurant-the real thing.
After a couple of hours, Tom grew restless. He asked her if she would like to go home. She nodded, happy because she did want to get home and get down to business. All through the meal, she had thought of what had happened the previous week. She wanted it to continue.
As they walked into the apartment and the door was closed, Tom threw his arms around her. She returned the compliment, kissing him.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. May I return the favor?"
"How?"
"Oh, come now, Tom. Don't act like a child. You know what I mean." She nodded toward the bedroom door and pulled on his hand.
"In there?"
She smiled. Returning the smile, he let himself be pulled into the bedroom. As they entered, he flipped on the lights.
"Turn them off."
"Why?"
"It's much more interesting in the dark."
He gulped and turned them off. She closed the door, plunging the room in almost total darkness. The few glimmers of light sneaked in from the street and the next building. In the darkness, he felt bold. He could do anything, he felt.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"Take them off for me."
"No. Go ahead and do it yourself. I'm taking mine off." She felt her anger boiling at him, but she complied with his demands. Within minutes she was as naked as he.
"Get into bed," he commanded her.
She did and he climbed in next to her, pulling up the soft, cool sheets. Having been excited before stripping, he now had an erection.
The sheets felt good on his hot flesh. She, too, was excited. She waited for the correct moment to do something to him. Having nothing particular in mind, she was prepared to do anything as quickly as possible.
Not knowing what to do next, he waited for her. When she did nothing, he decided to take action and kiss her. In the dark he found her lips and they exchanged saliva for a few minutes. She felt the softness of his wet smooth lips against hers.
She heard the momentary clicking of teeth on teeth and then the mobile fullness of their tongues meeting. His tongue rasped across hers as he investigated her mouth.
She could feel his tongue searching out the positions of her teeth, probing between her lips and teeth, under her tongue. With each movement he made her grow hotter.
Every so often he would brush against her as he changed positions for a better kissing angle, and she could feel his prick against her momentarily. She grew hotter and hotter, more and more excited with each pass.
Now it was time. She pulled her mouth away from him, pressing her body and his against the bed. She pulled off the sheets and crawled around, kneeling across his upper legs.
She caressed his legs and thighs with her hands. Slowly, her fingers pushed into his pubic mat. She felt him shudder. His cock throbbed with the excitement he knew was soon coming. Then her fingers closed around his cock. It throbbed as her hand made contact and she thought he might shoot.
His stiff ramrod fitted well in the hollow of her curved hand. She felt the heat of it. As she stroked it, he forgot for a while, in the pleasure, that it was in her hand. Each time she stroked it the cock became progressively harder. They both knew he would shoot soon.
"Oh, heavens!"
"What's the matter?" He had fears that she might have inadvertantly dug him with her nails. "I'm going to come!"
This made her more excited than she had ever been before. She knew she would finally bring a man to orgasm. She pumped harder until he grabbed her hand, forcing her to discontinue action.
But she fought him, won and continued pumping his cock until he grabbed the sides of the bed and held on tightly.
This was it! Hot scum boiled from his organ, shooting onto his belly. Some of it dripped onto her hand as it moved up and down his stiff member. She became more and more excited as he pumped out.
Without thinking or hesitating, she bent her head down and took js cock into her mouth. She did not mind that the head was covered with salty musky scum. She was too excited to care what his come tasted like.
The hot bulbous head slipped into her mouth easily. Immediately, she began sucking on it to bring him back to rigidity. Before that, though she had to clear his tubes by sucking, she was able to clear him out of the very last drop.
He felt the excitement being given his cock. Never before had he felt this way. In his opinion, her simple manipulations for ejaculating his cock via her hand was exciting, but her mouth was driving him nuts.
Pressing his hands down on the top of her head, he forced her to swallow his cock. As the long hard rod slipped further into her mouth, she bit on the stem. But he did not let up. For a few moments she sucked on it, licking the head and sticking her tongue into the eye.
Her entire head moved up and down in a fucking motion until she felt his gathering for a second climax. "Suck it!"
Her head moved faster.
"Suck it until it comes!"
The continuous bobbing up and down, up and down was straining the muscles of her neck, so unused to this exact type of work were they. He continued yelling that he was coming and, eventually, he did.
With a violent jerking motion, he raised his hips nearly a foot off the bed. Even though she moved with him, his cock was forced deeper into her throat, causing her mouth and neck to ache with the strain and the thickness of his cock.
Finally, scum came shooting through his tubes for the second time in one night in his entire life! He had come twice in under thirty minutes. His cock tingled as it went limp. The quantity had been much less, but there had been more feeling with the second time.
Feeling completely empty, he sighed and groaned as her mouth freed his cock so it could fall back slappingly against his belly.
Meanwhile, she had managed to come to climax twice while working on his cock, her second coming just prior to his second one. She felt weak, exhausted, but she continued working until she forced his ejaculation. And as soon as Tom shot into her mouth, she collapsed on the bed and lay there sighing for several minutes.
They lay with their arms wrapped around each other, breathing and gasping heavily. For almost an hour, there was little sound as they lay there regaining their strength. Finally, she felt her strength renewed. She climbed from the bed and snapped on the lights.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" He threw his arm across his face, shielding it from the unexpected glare.
"I wanted to see what you look like naked."
"Oh hell, you could have done that when we first got here!"
Not replying, she came around to his side of the bed. His arm still across his face, he did not see what she was doing.
But he felt the bed and mattress tilt as she sat down. He removed his arm, but kept his eyes shut to accustom them to the light.
Opening his eyes at last, he saw a pair of breasts inches from his face.
"What's up?"
"I want you to love me."
"How?" He was serious about the question. Never having made love before, he needed her to teach him.
"First, I want you to suck on my tits until the nipples get hard-real hard, rigid and stiff. Then, you eat me out. Then you fuck me."
"Sounds easy."
"It is really easy as long as you do as I tell you. You can have a good time. I, too, will enjoy it. Now, suck on my tits."
Lifting his head the few inches, he met her nipple, which she brought partway toward his rising face. The soft nipple brushed against his lips.
It was subconscious instinct that opened his mouth and let it enter. He noticed that there were funny zigzag white marks running down her breasts.
He wondered why she had them, but not all the nudes in the hundreds of girlie magazines he read were perfect. He remembered occasionally seeing a girl with exceptionally huge globes and dark skin-yes, he thought, the ones he desired always had dark skin.
But she was the first pale-skinned female he'd ever seen who had had these marks.
He returned his thoughts to the soft nipple brushing against his lips and teeth. Sucking it in, he began running his tongue around the soft spongy material.
"Lick it with your tongue."
He ran his tongue around and around the nipple. He felt the tiny nubbins grow until she seemed to have at least a dozen nipples. Then it grew stiffer, harder. Unconsciously, he was hard on it.
"Not so hard."
He was licking gently now, with his tongue barely touching the flesh. Apparently, she found this soft approach more exciting than his hard sell approach. After a few minutes, he knew it was hard. He was wondering about the other one, when ...
"Do the other one," she said, cutting in across his exact thoughts. As she pulled the stiffened flesh from his mouth, he released it willingly.
Having enjoyed that, he wanted to do it again on the other one. In an instant, he found his mouth filled with another bit of soft tissue, which he found was already slightly hard. It was already at the goosebump stage. Sucking on it, he found that it quickly hardened.
He felt himself getting harder and harder. Then his cock was stiffened and once again ready for action. After both nipples stiffened, he rolled her breasts across his face and neck, burying his chin deep into her cleft and using his tongue to lick and moisten the whole exposed area of her tits, and the area between her cleft.
She sighed with the pleasure as his fingers reached for her pussy. He started playing with it, his fingers pulling at the hairs and tickling the labia.
"Eat me out. Please."
So, he pushed her breasts away from him and told her to stand. Getting up, he asked her what to do next.
"Lick the whole thing out with your tongue," she said, spreading her legs and bending them at the knees.
"Then he down on the bed. Open your legs."
She obeyed immediately and, within an instant, she lay there with her legs spread wide. He knelt timidly between them.
"Lick the labia. Here." She motioned with her hand.
"The what?" Curious at this unusual name, he scrutinized the area indicated.
"The skin around the hole."
Finding the mentioned skin, he observed it closely for a minute. It was soft and pink. He licked at it with his hot tongue, spilling moisture all over his lips and hers. He did this until she squirmed.
"Now the clitoris." She sighed with the pleasure.
"Where is it?"
"Right above my hole."
He found it. It was covered with hair and he managed to get a long strand of hair caught between his teeth. As he picked his teeth to remove the hair, she demanded that he continue his licking.
"Just a moment. This hair ..."
She waited.
She felt the mounting excitement of his tongue. She accepted the pleasurable sensations which he gave to her.
"Lick the hole."
His tongue found her hole. He tried to force his tongue into it as he spread it apart. Finally, he had to bring his hands in to help spread it, for his tongue alone was not strong enough to force the firm flesh back.
Then he stuck the tip of his tongue into her twat. Slowly, he rotated it, feeling this newest of sensations. She jumped as his tastebuds rasped over her delicately-attuned nerve endings in the entrance.
Suddenly, he realized that his tongue, in this case, was an alternate prick, so he rammed it in as far as his aching jaw would allow. Unwittingly, he sank his teeth into her flesh, too.
But that only heightened her passion at this point. She squirmed and wiggled beneath him and moaned deep in her throat.
Then it happened! Arching herself into him, she flooded his mouth and face with her hot fluids. Coughing and sputtering, he continued licking.
As he did, he took her juices into his mouth and then was forced to swallow them. But, not being either experienced or expert, he got most of it all over his face. In fact, he helped to spread it around on her bush, her thighs and all over the bed, too.
He had pussy juice all over his face, stinging his eyes. It was in his ears and under his hairline. His nose was numbed by the strong scent, pleasing at first, but so strong that after a while he could not smell it anymore.
As she came, she groaned loudly and clamped her legs around his ears, forcing him to stay where he was with his tongue deep in her twat and his face burning with her discharge.
He was tired now and wet with perspiration. After she came, he opened her limp legs and crawled out from between her thighs.
"Where are you going?" She had noticed that he was off the bed.
"To take a shower. Where's the bathroom?"
She told him. Then rolling over, she came to her feet on the floor. "Wait for me. I'm coming too."
So, although bothered by her constant attention, he thought a shower with a woman-especially her-would be an interesting feat to accomplish.
Leading him to the bathroom, she began showing him where everything was. She went to the closet and took out towels and clothes.
"Turn on the water," she said.
Turning to the knobs, he fiddled with them until he had a warm stinging mixture flowing briskly out of the head. He helped her with his usual courtesy into the tub and they began washing each other.
She had gotten out a second bar of soap. Each spent great quantities of time washing out each other's genitals. Foam and more foam dripped and drifted down their legs and through the air as they soaped each other's bushes, heads and she washed his hairy chest, stomach and thighs.
"Turn around," she said. He did and she washed and rinsed his back.
She ran her hands and the bar of soap up and down, across and diagonally across his back, edging nearer and nearer to his ass with each succeeding stroke. She was teasing him.
He knew she was. He loved it. So did she. Slowly, closer and closer until his ass twitched with the tensions of patient waiting.
Suddenly, she ran the bar around and around between her palms. Dropping it on the floor, she stuck her soapy hands quickly into his crack, running them down and around to encompass his balls.
Gently, she fondled them from behind, soaping them tenderly. She rubbed the two nuts together. She shoved them up slightly and gathered the wrinkled folds of loose-hanging, hair-covered skin into her hands and between her fingers.
She felt his ass tighten on her arms. And his thighs pinched against her flattened hands, forcing them to bend horizontally the length of her hand. Her eyes focused on the twitching muscles of his cheeks as his ass contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed.
Then, she brought her hands out slowly. She moved them farther up toward his asshole.
Teasingly, she probed around the puckered rosebud of his anus.
She heard and felt him sigh as she tried to pry her finger into that tight opening. In her sexual haste, her long nail scratched against some of the extra-tender skin. He yelped.
Then, she brought her hands out slowly. She moved them farther up toward his asshole. Teasingly, she probed around the puckered rosebud of his anus. She heard and felt him sigh as she tried to pry her finger into that tight opening. In her sexual haste, her long nail scratched against some of the extra-tender skin. He yelped.
"Get the fuck out of there!" She withdrew, saying she was sorry.
"Aw, hell. Let's get the fuck out of here." He put his bar of soap on the dish in the wall and began rinsing his body free of soap. As soon as all the soap was gone, he asked her if she was rinsed. Getting her affirmative, he turned the taps off and stepped out of the tub.
He turned to her. "Are you coming?" He helped her as she stepped from the tub. He handed her a towel and took the other one. They began to dry off.
He dried her back, and she did his. Then he rubbed his head to remove excess water from his hair and she wrapped her head in the towel, to keep it from dripping on him or her.
"Let's go. I want to fuck you."
"That is -not a very nice way of putting it."
"I'm only worried about putting it some place. Preferably inside your twat."
With that, they returned into the bedroom. She switched off the lights. Spreading herself on the bed, she exposed her clean wet cunt for him.
His cock was hard with expectation and desire. He jumped between her spread legs and pressed it against her cunt, vaguely in the area where he thought her twat would be. Then he pressed gently.
Nothing happened except that it began bending slightly, sending shooting pains up his groin.
"What are you doing?" She waited for him to penetrate.
"I'm trying to find that damned hole."
Taking his cock in her hand, she guided it to the gaping twat. She felt the tip pressing against her cunt.
"Now push."
He did not have to be told that. For as soon as he felt the head pressing against what seemed to be a hollow in her conformation, he knew he was rightly located, and he shoved.
Getting half of himself into her on the first thrust, he paused, waiting for her to stop him. He was afraid of hurting her, as he was not sure of the depth of her hole. He pushed further in when she did not stop him.
At about three quarters of the way in, he felt something push against the head of his cock. He stopped, feeling that this was as far as he could go in safely.
When she felt his cock slide in the length of her, she wrapped her legs around his body and shoved him even deeper in. He resisted.
"Now! Hump!" When he did not respond immediately, she reiterated. "Go in and out. In and out!"
But without her instructions he had known what to do. He just did not want to hurt her. Ah, well, he thought, she's asking for it. Slowly and rhythmically, he moved his cock in and out of her cunt until he established a definite rhythm "Harder!" She felt an impending orgasm.
He forced his cock into her further, deeper as he moved faster within the confines of her imprisoning legs. Within minutes, he was bouncing up and down, carrying her with him on each succeeding withdrawal. He was sure he would burst through, but he did not care now.
She went into spasms of ecstasy as she came. He was fucking her like crazy-leaping up and down, pounding into her and suckingly withdrawing only to plunge again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Then she inched her legs higher around his hips and tightened her grip. He moved faster and faster, pulling her up and slamming her bodily down, so closely were they entwined.
She came! She felt herself loosening as she released her flood. He was swimming in fluids, sloshing in and out of her. He was moving so fast now, that the liquid splashed as he moved out, splattering on the sheets, their thighs and legs and bellies.
He felt the gism collecting at the base of his cock. He was ready to come. With one final, forceful thrust he landed on her, jamming it into her all the way.
He came! Great spurts jetted deep into her twat, bouncing back to stream down her canal wherever they could squeeze through. He collapsed atop her, lying there panting until he felt his cock falling back limp.
"Get off!" His weight, too much even for his elbows to support, was cutting off her breathing, crushing her to the bed.
Slowly with enormous effort, he eased his body off of hers and rolled over onto his back sighing. Glancing at the alarm clock on the night table next to his head, he saw that it was still early.
It was just before midnight. Thinking, lying there judging his bodily reactions, he decided that he would be good for another three hours. That was, provided she was willing. She was willing.
As he lay there, regaining his strength, she stroked his skin. Her hand ran down his chest, reversed and she pushed her fingers back up through his matted chest. Teasingly, she was playing with him. It felt good.
"You have any plans for tomorrow?" He turned his head to look at her as he spoke.
"No. Why?" She had a puzzled look on her face.
"Because I want to sleep over. I'm tired. But there are more things I want to do with you before I leave."
"Sure. I don't mind. But Velma will be coming back sometime tomorrow afternoon-when, I don't know-but when she does come home, we must be out of bed and dressed, at least."
"I won't be staying that long," he said, shaking his head. "Just overnight. Is that all right with you?"
"Anything you say."
Tired from the past exercises of the last couple of hours, she craved more and more. Pulling the rumpled sheets over their bodies, he fell asleep within minutes. Mrs. Sinclair, too, fell asleep. But, subconsciously, she was more excited than Tom.
Every few minutes, at every little sound or movement, she woke. She was tense and felt nervous. She kept hoping he might touch her and waken her in his sleep. But he slept soundly, the rest of the physically and emotionally exhausted healthy animal. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she began playing with his cock.
Of course, he woke up. It stiffened quickly as she played with it. He did not say anything, but let her continue to play and tease until his organ became excited.
"Cool it," he said finally.
"Why?" she asked. "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 should rest for a while longer. So should you. Later, we can play. Not now.
"Let me sleep for a few more hours. I'll be more receptive and responsive. You will be too."
He turned his head and hips away. Releasing his cock, she rolled onto her side away from him. She slept for a short while and then wakened again. She was terribly excited with his body lying next to hers.
He was asleep when she woke again. Afraid to touch it, she did not want to make him angry. He might leave and go home. She climbed out of bed and put on a robe. Going into the kitchen, she put on a pot of coffee. She turned on the radio, listening to it while the coffee perked.
Drinking her coffee, she waited at the kitchen table, impatient until she had given him an hour to sleep. Finally, she went back into the bedroom to waken him. She pulled the sheet off.
He had rolled over onto his stomach. She rubbed his back and exposed thighs and ass lightly, teasing his downy flesh until it rippled into gooseflesh. She was hoping that this would awaken and excite him. Unfortunately, it had just the opposite effect.
Sensing something rubbing his back, ass and thighs, he relaxed even more and went back to sleep-even deeper this time. She stroked his spine, the small of his back.
Occasionally, she ran her fingers over the cheeks of his ass, watching it in particular as it quivered each time her fingers and nails touched its flesh.
On rare occasions she tried to pry into his asshole. But the flesh of his ass and thighs was too tightly crowded by his legs which were lying straight down the length of his body to the foot of the bed.
After a longish period of time, she stopped and realized that she was getting no where. So she tried a different approach. Disrobing, she climbed over Tom into the bed. She knelt with her legs spread, straddling him across his lower thighs.
Caressing the cheeks, she slowly spread them with her fingers to get to his asshole. Finally, she saw his puckered asshole peering back up at her invitingly. She bent her head and pressed her face against the crack.
But with his legs closed as they were, she found it very hard getting her mouth close enough to reach his hole, much less to get her tongue in. She tried spreading his firm cheeks further apart.
Jamming her face slowly into his ass, she stuck out her tongue. It pressed against the firm folds of his rounded, closed opening. Good tiling, she thought as her tongue slipped in a fraction of an inch, that I thought to wash his ass carefully.
Lapping lightly over the hole, she felt the soft skin brushing across her tongue. It felt like a cunt, she thought. That is, she amended, if she had some idea of what a cunt must feel like.
Because his legs were too close together and also because her tongue was short, she could not force her way in very far.
Sensing something amiss-something quite unusual and abnormal in his limited experiences-Tom awoke slowly, trying to figure out what she was trying to do to him.
First, he thought she was finger-fucking his ass-or trying to, he told himself wryly. Then he realized that the area of contact was much too large for a hand and fingers-too solid, too-it had to be her face. And it had to be her tongue!
He felt her struggling, and he realized that he would have to spread his legs for her to be able to enter. Opening his legs as far as possible, he was stopped by her more widely spread thighs.
When she felt his legs moving, she knew he was awake. She also knew that he was accepting what she was trying to do. So she tried to spread her legs even further, but then found that she could not.
She decided to kneel between his legs instead of across them. Climbing between his legs, she allowed him to spread his legs further apart-as far as they would go. She returned her mouth to his ass, licking as he sighed with pleasure.
With her mouth and tongue aching, she took a short breath. "Keep licking."
"I'm tired."
"But I want you to keep licking." He was giving orders, now. Reluctantly, she complied for she wanted to keep him happy for later things.
Returning her mouth to his ass again, she licked the soft hole until she thought her tongue would fall out of her mouth with exhaustion.
After half an hour of licking, he decided he wanted something more.
"Stop, please. I want to do something else."
She pulled away from him, greatly relieved. Her whole mouth ached. Besides, she wanted to do more than merely lick him all night.
"What do you want to do?" She climbed off him and fell tired on the bed beside him.
"I haven't decided yet." He turned to face her. "Can you think of anything unusual?"
"Do you know what a French Tickler is?"
"No."
"Do you know what a dildo is?"
"No." He turned and looked at her again. "French Tickler? Dildo? No, I don't know what they are. What are they for?"
"The French Tickler is something a fellow puts on his prick to give the girl more excitement. And the dildo is an artificial cock. Dykes use them-and frustrated women, too," she added hesitantly.
"Do you have one of each?"
"Yes. And ... "
"But I still don't know what they are, really."
"That's what I'm getting to. You put the tickler on the dildo, and ram it up my cunt. All these ticklers, like their name says, have things on them that intensify the feelings. They tickle. You want to sec them?"
"Sure. But I don't understand why you need this fake cock when I'm right here with a real one."
"Well," she said, "the real thing-yours-can do almost everything. But it can't rotate. I like to be tickled in a rotating motion. While you're doing me, I'll suck you off."
She got up off the bed and went to the closet. Standing on tiptoes, she reached way back behind boxes on the shelf. She grasped a special box in her hand and returned to the bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she placed the mysterious box between them. Slowly, she opened it. Inside was an object, faintly reminiscent of a cock, but without the man. Over it was stretched, or into it was imbedded-which he could not tell-was a thing of rubber or some such material, studded with tiny extensions all around.
Taking the thing, she handed it to him.
"What do I do with it?"
"Put it up me, stupid."
He inspected it. "But it's much too big. Surely, it'll tear you apart inside."
"I'll stretch. Don't worry."
Taking the box, she flung it to the floor. Then she lay down with her head to the foot of the bed. With his head up and hers down, they were now into the sixty-nine position.
"Come on," she said impatiently. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pink pussy and twat, a darker pink-almost red. Slowly, she edged over to his cock.
Suddenly, she refocused her attention on the fake cock.
"Did you wet it?"
"No. Why?"
"Goddamn!" It was the first curse word he had ever heard her use. "You really want to fuck me good. You'd kill me if you put that thing up me dry."
He spat into his hand and rubbed it on his new possession, thoroughly dampening it. The smooth rubber glistened even more fiercely in the dim lights than before.
"Fine."
He put the thing back down at the edge of her twat. She reached out and grabbed his erect prick with her free hand. She began stroking it. Lifting up on her elbows, she put her lips to the slit. Slowly, her mouth opened and his cock entered, her tongue busy on his head.
Meanwhile, he pressed against her twat. He was amazed to find just how strong those muscles resisted. Entrance via the usual method of cock in twat, he had not noticed the strength of her cunt.
He had to throw both shoulders into it. At least there was little friction because of the wetness. The little spiked things seemed to grip at her flesh, so that instead of sliding out when he eased pressure to begin again, the thing stayed where he had shoved it. He had time to adjust his position when and if he chose.
At her end, she was slowly engulfing his head and stem. For every inch he entered her, she engulfed him another inch. It was like a game, she thought.
Then turning back to her work, she licked the head and stuck her tongue into his tiny slit. Gripping the edge of the head-the lower edge-with her teeth gently, she was able to steady the cock. Finding the slit, she teased it with her tongue tip.
Then she went back to rasping the entire head, releasing the tooth-hold and then she engulfed another inch.
Finally, she had almost all of it into her mouth. It had clogged up the back of her throat, making breathing difficult. Her nose was buried in his tickling bush. At least, she thought, I can get occasional amounts of air. She began bobbing up and down on his prick.
At the same time, she felt the dildo dressed with its fancy spikes and spangles, thump deep into her. With a sucking and ripping sound to it, he pulled it almost all the way out again.
Then he began jamming it into and pulling it out of her at a rhythmic pace, to which she began keeping time with her bobbing head.
Suddenly, she felt those wonderful electric-like shocks shooting through her as he began twirling it between his palms. With the pressure behind it of his shoulders and the force with which he rotated it, he nearly threw her off the bed. Faster and faster, more and more violently, she bobbed on him.
Now, to his astonishment, she began swinging her head from side to side, creating a similar motion with her head, as the one he was giving her. It was great, he thought. Just great! He pumped his shoulders with more force than before.
She was twirling and bobbing on him. He was shoving, pulling and whirling in her. Suddenly, he felt himself tensing into climax. And her legs clamped together over his wrists. But he was stronger and still able to maneuver.
He saw the small trickle of white fluid coming from her twat. Quickly, he pried her legs open and inserted his face, after removing the dildo. He lapped with his tongue and sucked with his mouth at her extended cunt-now a mammoth cavity.
He drank happily, all of her fluids. It was easier this time, and because of his limited practice earlier in the night, he got less on his face and her thighs, and more into his mouth. Consequently, he got it down his throat.
Meanwhile, she had felt his veins swell with that last sudden surge of stiffening. Bracing herself for the bombardment, she waited that fraction of a second for his first jets to spurt into her throat.
Then, the force with which he hit her, strained her already overworked muscles badly. She felt her neck creak violently as the flaming white liquid leaped against the back of her soft palate.
Quickly, she swallowed, relieving the pressure only to be met with another deadening spurt. Again, she swallowed. Again, he came. And again . . . again . . . again . . .
Then, it was over-for both of them. They each began to clean the other's private parts as cleanly as they could. He lapped at her cunt, rasping his raw, red tongue across her tender, swollen flesh.
Then he nosed into her sopping bush, sucking in tufts of hairs, and sucking and licking them clean. Lastly, he moved back to her ass and licked up the residue lingering there. As some of the juice had been smeared into her thighs, he licked those also.
She began licking at his stem, wiping what little residue had slipped down the shaft when she was swallowing. She managed to get her tongue on her lips and lick them clean so she could use them as receivers and investigators of the limits of the stickiness.
As she had been in the more receptive position, she had far less to clean up. Nonetheless, it was a full operation which she did as thoroughly as he did.
Swallowing the slowly falling cock was easier now. She was able to engulf his whole cock and add his balls, one at a time. These she sucked clean, massaging them between her loosely-clenched jaws.
Letting them free to dry, she went back up the stem, cleaning as she went. She licked all around, moving and twisting her head as she needed to. Finally, she reached under his head and carefully cleaned that out.
She rolled the foreskin around in her lower teeth before giving it back to her tongue. She proceeded to the head. Reaching out, she steadied the sinking stem with her available hand.
Then she carefully cleaned the tip, dipping her tongue into the slit to get at that last drop. She sucked on it lightly for a short while-a matter of seconds-to be absolutely sure she had gotten all the fluid out of his tubes.
As he had left his face against her twat, and was blowing softly into it, she did not fully release his cock. But she held it lightly onto it with her teeth and started chewing on it easily, playing with it. Her mind turned to other things.
She remembered when she had ordered that tickler and the dildo. It had been a 'mail-order' type of thing from one of those illegal-then illegal-places that dealt in such equipment. She had seen them advertised in the magazines she had found where her husband had thought he had so cleverly hidden it.
After she had copied down the serial numbers and other necessary data to order, she had put the book back where she had found it. He never knew! She had hoped to be able to use it some day. It was the exact circumstances she had not been able to envision . ..
"Do you hear me?" The voice cut across her memories like a knife cutting through soft cheese.
"Ohhh, Terry..." she groaned and stretched.
"What's the matter with you?" The voice was irritated, angry possibly.
"Ohhh . . . Oh . . . Tom ... That was beautiful!"
"Who's Terry?" "Who?"
"Terry?" He sounded mad.
"I'm sorry. Terry was my husband's name. I guess I was remembering things when ... well, never mind. It's all gone now-eight years ago."
She was exhausted. Contentedly, she lay there not even aware of the cock she was talking around. But she did notice, faintly, that his mouth had been replaced by a forefinger tracing the outlines of her pussy.
"Did you love him?" She listened for any malice or latent jealousy. But it was just a question. He was just curious.
"Yes, I suppose I did. I had Velma by him. Yes, I loved him."
"But," he finished for her, "you can't love a dead man."
"Well, that's not the way I'd have put it. But I guess it's all the same thing. I'm tired!" And with that, she heaved herself up and flopped down beside him, head on the pillow, feet toward the foot of the bed.
Both of them lay there breathing heavily but easily. Neither wanted or needed anything but rest and sleep now. Shortly, both slept.