Chapter 5
The next day I didn't wake up until well after noon. For a brief moment I wasn't quite sure exactly where I was. As I sat up and stretched my arms and yawned, the goose down comforter slipped down over my upper torso and wound up bunched around my slim waist.
As I looked around the room, last night's events came flooding back into my mind and I smiled in remembered satisfaction. My thoughts replayed the scene that had gone down between me and Honey and my recall was so vivid that, even though I wasn't fully awake, I began to feel a slight glow of desire stirring in my loins.
A little "Ahem!" type of cough brought me out of my sweet reverie and I looked towards the door where the sound seemed to have come from. Standing just inside the room was a slim, rust-colored young boy of about fifteen or sixteen. He had straight black hair, liquid brown eyes, and a look of appreciation on his smooth, clean-shaven face.
I suddenly realized that I was nude from the waist up and that the boy's eyes were riveted on my perky boobs. I grinned and gestured for him to come in, not bothering to cover myself. He advanced towards the bed, a slightly abashed smile playing across his handsome features. He was carrying a silver tray piled high with what looked like a sumptuous breakfast fit for a queen.
"Good morning," he said in a quiet, nicely modulated voice. "Honey thought you might like a bit of breakfast to build up your strength." These last words were spoken in such a way as to suggest that "he and Honey were on more than an employer-employee basis, but I let the remark pass without comment.
"Thanks," I said, as he carefully put the tray in my lap. His face came within inches of my upstanding titties, but he didn't bat an eyelash. A very cool young dude, I thought to myself. "I guess you're Joseph-Honey's houseboy," I said with a smile.
"She likes to call me that,"' he grinned, "but my real duties are pretty far-ranging." I'll just bet they are, I thought, letting my eyes wander over his slim, nicely muscled body which was encased in a powder-blue tee-shirt and hip-hugging jeans. I also noticed that he was barefoot.
"Yeah," he continued, "I do a little bit of everything around here."
I looked at him and chuckled: "Jack of all trades-master of none?"
He bent over and started removing the warming covers from the silver food trays. I could feel his breath on my boobs, he was that close. "I'm pretty damned good at everything I do," he replied straightforwardly.
My right boob was a little itchy, so I rather absently scratched at it with my fingers. His dark eyes seemed to do a little dance as he watched me toying with my tit. "Honey said I should make you feel right at home," he said softly. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I giggled and suggestively pointed to the area below my waist which was still covered by the comforter. "Well, I've got this little itch down here. Is itch-fixing on your list of duties?" Although he was keeping his cool, a telltale bulge was forming rapidly at that place where they usually do on a man. And, sixteen or not, Joseph was very much a member of that loving species.
"What about your breakfast?" he said with more than a trace of a grin.
"I'm on a diet," I replied. "Is there anything else on the menu that's ... uh ... a little less fattening?"
That did it. With a graceful, lightning-quick motion Joseph shucked himself free of his jeans. In the meantime I put the breakfast tray on the wide headboard of that amazing waterbed. Then I took a good look at what his jeans had been hiding-and giggled. "It looks like you're developing a bit of an itch yourself," I said, pointing at his sleek, long, semi-erect love muscle.
He just grinned and stepped closer to the bed. I reached out and hefted his meat in my hand, then began stroking it in a lazy, teasing sort of manner. It began to grow faster than crabgrass. "Nature's way of saying 'thanks?' " I chuckled.
"You might put it that way," he replied.
"You might put it this way," I smiled, taking a good grip on his steadily expanding member and gently pulling him even closer.
"Honey said you were a damned hip chick," Joseph said, his breath quickening and his eyes dancing in anticipation.
With a quick motion which caught the young stud completely off-guard, I whipped the comforter off my body, exposing my entire body to his increasingly lustful gaze. "Did Honey also tell you that I like a little meat in the morning-instead of corn flakes?" I asked boldly.
Joseph laughed out loud and then lunged onto the bed. "Breakfast is served," he muttered, covering my body with his own and slamming his now rock-hard cock between my legs. I quickly spread my legs wide and Joseph guided his dick towards my exposed pussy with his right hand. He didn't waste any time fooling around, but quickly got right to the heart of the problem.
When his pecker was knocking on heaven's hair-covered door, he dropped his hand to his side and, in one smooth, powerful lunge, drove his sleek shaft into me as far as he could go. The swift penetration literally took my breath away-and sent my lust mechanism into high gear.
I quickly wrapped my long, supple legs over his back and violently drew his prick even deeper into my already wet and willing honey hole. "Hard and fast, Joseph," I hissed between my teeth. "Hard and fast is the only way to take care of the kind of itch I've got."
He didn't say a word-and he didn't have to. Who says ifs hard to find good help these days, I giggled to myself as he began plunging his cunt-stretcher into my now seething pussy with that special ferocity possessed by men who really love to fuck.
After a few minutes he disentangled my legs from his back and then pushed my legs up against my torso until they touched my tingling tits and flattened them against my heaving chest. In this position my pink-lipped pussy was completely open to his frontal attack and my clitoris was now in a position to benefit from a constant massage applied by his bounding cock as it stroked faster and faster into the depths of my clasping little hole.
"FAR FUCKING OUT!" I yelled. "GO JOSEPH! GO! GO! GO!"
My words must have triggered off some pretty wild thoughts in his head, because his pile-driving stroking increased in speed and fury. He was whipping in and out so fast it made my head spin. And it was obviously driving him into a state of extreme sexual frenzy.
I knew this kind of furious fucking couldn't last too much longer-and I was right. I felt my orgasm coming on quickly, and Joseph's face was contorted with the extreme pleasure he himself was experiencing.
Suddenly Joseph cut loose with a loud, long howl which was so primitive in its sexuality that it incited my own lust to an incredibly high peak. Bucking and plunging we were both racing full-tilt for the finish line.
But it wasn't a matter of competition. We were moving together in perfect rhythm, both striving for the peak of sexual bliss which I knew we would reach simultaneously. As our bodies strained against each other Joseph's howls were joined by my own screams of insane joy.
And then we were there! As my insides started to explode with orgasmic shock waves, Joseph's prick began to buck and spurt, the warm, jetting semen splashing against the very walls of my womb!
For several minutes we continued to ride the peak of a mutual climax that seemed to climb higher and higher! Finally I let out a long, high-pitched wail and, jerking around beneath Joseph's still pile-driving body, my orgasm reached its highest point and my body went absolutely rigid. My eyes closed in ecstasy and...
I must have blacked out for a second or two. When I opened my eyes Joseph was lying perfectly still on top of me, his cock still buried to the hilt in my sopping cunt. It was twitching involuntarily and the muscles of my love tunnel were contracting and expanding spastically.
We lay there silently for a few minutes and then Joseph slowly, oh so slowly, pulled his semi-erect member out of my pussy. With a groan of utter satisfaction he rolled off me and lay snuggled beside me. I reached my hand down to his crotch and lovingly caressed the beautiful love machine which had carried the two of us to such incredible sexual heights.
"That was without a doubt the best damned breakfast I've ever had!" I crooned in his ear.
"Likewise," he grinned. "We'll have to have breakfast in bed together again sometime soon." I smiled and nodded in agreement
A buzzer interrupted our conversation and Joseph climbed lazily out of bed. "Duty calls," he chuckled. "And when 'duty' is spelled H-O-N-E-Y -I answer." He pulled on his jeans and then bent down to plant a warm, moist lingering kiss on my lips. "See ya later, Princess," he smiled. Then he turned and left the room as silently as he had arrived. Princess, I thought to myself, nobody's called me that since Papa Jax. A million warm and beautiful memories flooded my mind and my eyes misted over for a moment.
Then, as if to avoid the pain that invariably followed such remembrances, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I took a fast but satisfying shower and then put on my tee-shirt and jeans. Before leaving the room to join Honey, I wolfed down some of the still warm food which I'd set aside in favor of Joseph. It's funny how damned hungry a good fucking can make a person. I licked some jam from my fingers and left to find Honey.