Chapter 5
Lori's bedroom played host to the many noises of love-making at its most frenzied pace. Later, there was the sound of heavy breathing as the two spent bodies were caught up in the sleep of total exhaustion.
When Lori awoke, a cool breeze was moving across her nude body, lulling the fever that burned in her. She stretched luxuriously on the bed she had shared for such a long and frantic period with Art Bond.
The tinkle of glasses drew her attention to the living room and she realized then that she was alone in her bed. Her hand flopped over to the side recently occupied by Art. The sound of ice cubes and liquid reminded her of the thirst she felt. She prepared to drag herself out of the bed but Art appeared in the doorway before she could move her tired body.
"Hey, look what's awake," he said cheerfully. 'I brought you something." He held up the glass.
"Thanks, that's just what I need." She held out hand and took the drink from him. He was still naked and she smiled down at the limp bludgeon dangling at his crotch. "Looks like that thing needs something to pick it up," she said.
"Don't worry about Big Bongo," he said. He held up an index finger. "He shall rise again."
He sat on the floor beside the bed, his head near rer leg, his hand gently stroking the length of her body, as if he were stroking a cat.
'You're sweet," she murmured.
He reached for her naked body. "And so are you. Ever since the first time I saw you I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to take you to bed."
"And now that you have?"
"I think you're just great, Lori. But, you know, when you kept putting me off before it made me kind of sore because I knew damn well you wanted what I had to offer."
She smiled and finished her drink. "That's what a woman is supposed to do, isn't it-play hard to get?" "Not with me, it isn't."
His hands roamed her body, across her breasts and inside her thighs, his tongue circled her ear and darted around her mouth. He got to his knees so he could caress her entire body.
Her hands guided his hungry kisses along the length of her arms, across her stomach. She reached down and took hold of his swollen cock. "It's coming back to life," she said.
"You like that?"
"I think it's just gorgeous. So massive."
His eager mouth ignited sudden flames that consumed her to the core. There was something about the way his tongue traveled over her that excited her more than any man had ever excited her before. Perhaps it was his utter lust for her, his hungry, lapping tongue that sent shivers up and down her-and inside her. His approach was hungry, almost beastlike.
"Yes, yes, lover ... do me," she murmured when he had once more come near the soft nest of hair over her pussy.
"You want loving," he mumbled, "and you're going to get loving." His tongue plunged into her matted hair and found the slit. He tasted himself now as well as her, for she had kept his love fluids inside her.
"Ooh, Art-lover-you can't know how good that feels," she murmured. "You're so wonderful ... so wonderful."
The tempting flesh of Lori's cunt was awash with the moisture of his urgent licking. She blended some of her own juices with his and the aroma of sex filled his nostrils. He went directly to the clitoris and began to agitate the little knob rapidly.
That excited Lori and she had a sudden desire to put Art's big cock in her mouth. She reached for it, but it was too far away. She knew that he liked what he was doing and would probably prefer licking her pussy to getting his cock sucked. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed to bring him tight into her lathered cunt. His tongue was doing its dance in her wealth of soft wetness.
Finally, Art tired. He brought his face up to hers, f e sweat and saliva glistening like fresh varnish on it.
"Would you mind if I . . . did that to you? she asked.
"I was waiting for you to ask," he said.
"I want to."
He got off the floor and sat down on the chair with his legs spread. He took his cock in both hands and pointed it toward her. She slid off the bed and came toward him, a look of eagerness in her eyes. She dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Take it," he said.
She moved forward. Her lips were parted slightly and she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were glued to the massive shaft that he still held in his hands.
He began a slow, squeezing motion from the base, bringing the skin up so that it almost covered the swollen head. A drop of clear fluid popped from the tiny aperture. Then he slowly moved the skin down, exposing the tender, red membranes below the glans.
With a quick swipe of her tongue, she swept the droplet away. She licked the head tenderly, closing her eyes and savoring what she was doing. Then, opening her mouth into a round rosebud, she engulfed the entire head and sucked on it hungrily.
Lori's lips crawled around the stiff shaft, then moved downward so the cock slid in over her velvet tongue.
As the rigid piece of meat slid into her mouth, her tongue licked feverishly at the tender skin. She let it into her until her nose was in his patch of black pubic hair. Then she moved back. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck my cock... just like that." She took her mouth off of it for a moment, holding the glistening pole in both hands. "You like that?" "Do it some more."
She put her mouth back over the tip quickly, and began to move her head up and down rapidly, sucking hard at times, merely moving her wet lips over it at other times. She took his balls in her hand and rolled them gently. She took the cockhead out of her mouth and moved her wet tongue down the slippery shaft until she came to his balls. Then she opened her mouth wide and stuffed the hair covered sack inside. Her tongue agitated the rough skin. One hand clung to his cock while the other explored the crevice leading to his asshole. Art lay against the back of the chair and observed as Lori ministered to him. When she probed the ravine between his asscheeks, he raised his ass slightly so her fingers could trail toward the puckered puncture. He put one hand on the side of her face as she sucked his cock
The stimulation was intense for Art. He had managed a rocklike hard-on when he was licking her pussy but now her blowjob made his cock feel like it was going to burst. He caressed her bobbing head, and ran his hand across her back and shoulders. He tried to catch one of her titties but they were out of reach. And if Art was stimulated, Lori was even more so. There was something terribly exciting about having a man's stiff prick in her mouth, something animal. It gave her a special satisfaction, knowing that she was pleasing him as well as finding enjoyment in it herself.
"Don't stop, baby," he said softly. "I'm going to pop you a wad of something good." "Ummm-hmmmm."
She was. slurping now. His cock was covered with her saliva. There was saliva at the corners of her mouth, too, and she* took his cock out for a moment to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth.
"Oh, no, baby... don't stop. Not now," he pleaded.
She sucked him faster now, plowing down on the big rod with new urgency. Her lips tightened around the glans and she sucked so hard that he had to tug lightly on her head. Her hand was working furiously at the base of his cock and on his balls. She held the balls tight against the thick base and worked them gently with her cocksucking motions.
"I'm... I'm ..." he agonized.
"Ummhmm, ummhmmm," she groaned in assent.
Then his hand tightened in her hair, his body stiffened. He groaned as though in pain. She felt the glans flare, the head grow larger. Then, in repeated twitchings, he spewed his juice into her mouth.
She bucked when the first jolt hit the roof of her mouth, but held the cock in her mouth so that he could fully empty himself. Her tongue was flooded with the hot glue. She felt she must swallow or choke. Her nostrils were flaring widely as she strived for more breath
"Ohh," he groaned. "Oh ... yeah-hhh ..."
The cock had stopped kicking and the cream lay in a molten glob on her tongue. She eased her lips from the head of his cock and swallowed noisily.
After a long time, he put his hand on her head and pulled her gently up to him. "You didn't mind that did you?"
Lori had been caught up in the fever of total sex. She had felt no revulsion as the hot, sticky semen coursed down her throat and into her stomach. It meant she was one half of the total, a definite part. Then, too, there was satisfaction in knowing she had thrilled a man in yet another way.
"No, I didn't mind," she said softly. "If it pleased you then I'm glad." "I loved it," he said. And he had.