Chapter 12
David kept trying. For the next two weeks he did every kind of fucking and sucking that was possible. He had a new girl in his bed every night. But each time, as he neared the moment of climax, each time as he pumped his come into a mouth, cunt, or ass he imagined he was pumping his come into Leslie.
He couldn't forget her. He called her again.
"Hello, David," she said. "I'd been expecting you to call. Are you ready to do things my way?"
"Yes," David whispered softly.
"Then come on over," she said. "And, David?"
"Yes."
"Bring your little file box. You know the one I mean. The one with all the pictures of your women. You won't be needing it any more."
David sat in his dark room for a long time. Then, with a sigh, he took out the file box she had mentioned. He had a momentary thought of taking the pictures out, or at least some of them, but he knew he couldn't do that.
She would, somehow, know he was lying.
He drove slowly to her house. This time she met him at the door with a black nightgown on. It was lower cut than the other one and it was slit up the side. He could see the creamy white of her thighs and her black panties as he followed her into the living room.
"Be a dear," she said, "and build a fire. The evening gets so chilly sometimes."
She sat down on the edge of the couch. The black gown slid up her knees and he reached out to touch one soft knee. She pushed his hand away and straightened the gown.
"Do what I tell you."
David built a warm fire in her stone fireplace. When he had finished, she had him make her a drink. He also made one for himself. Strong Scotch. He had a feeling he would need its strength before the night was over.
"Give me your file, David," she demanded. "You did bring it."
He nodded and took the slender box from beneath his coat and handed it to her. She took it as if it belonged to her, as if she had never any doubt that he would bring it.
She opened the box and took out a group of the pictures. They were of Wanda Hammond and the two little boys.
"Poor Wanda," Leslie murmured. "I bet she went through hell because of these pictures. Well, she doesn't have to worry any more does she, David?"
Leslie dropped the pictures into the fire. She studied each one before she dropped them.
David stood beside her as she went through the rest of the box. After careful examination, each picture went into the fire.
With each picture Leslie gave a gasp of surprise. "Damn," she said, as the last picture became a crinkly black ash in the fireplace. "You must have had half the town in that box."
"More than that."
"Well, no more," she smiled. "From now on, it's just me and you, David. Of course I may bring men in from time to time when I tire of you. But I'll cut you off if you so much as touch another woman after tonight. Do you understand?"
David wanted to turn and leave. But he knew he would not leave. He knew he would never leave. Leslie was satisfaction itself, and he knew that the more he got of her, the more he would want. "I understand," David said. "Good," Leslie said. She stretched out on the couch, her white thighs flickering against the firelight. "Kiss me, David."
David bent to kiss her lips, but she turned her head. "Not on the lips, David. You know where I want to be kissed. And I want it nice and easy."
David sank down to his knees. He found the junction between her thighs with his lips and began to kiss her through the soft fabric of her panties.
"Ahh," she said, drinking from her glass. "That's it, baby. But all those clothes are stopping me from really enjoying it."
David quickly stood up and stripped off his clothes. His cock was stiff and ready, but he knew he was not going to fuck until she told him to.
He bent again to her pussy. With his teeth, he took some of the fabric and began to pull it down her legs. Her panties were easy to pull off. She lifted her legs for him and he dropped them to the floor.
He lifted the folds of her gown and buried his face in her cunt. Her pussy was" a thousand delights. She tasted like pure woman.
His tongue slipped inside the folds of her pussy and he heard her gasp. His teeth found her clit. He began to gently massage it with his teeth and tongue.
"That's it, baby!" she said. "That's the way to eat my pussy!"
He drove his face into her cunt. He wanted to be surrounded by pussy. He looked up to see that Leslie had opened her robe and was massaging her tits.
"Please," he said. "Let me fuck you."
She smiled at him. She reached down and fondled his balls and then she drew him up beside her.
"Of course you can."
He drove his prick into her cunt and this time she wasn't dead underneath him. She moved like a wildcat. It seemed to him that his cock was experiencing new and wild sensations. He fondled her tits and he clutched at her ass.
She was laughing, but this time she wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing at the pure joy of her sex act, and her ass came off the couch to meet every stroke and to capture his come deep inside her warm and willing cunt. He spurted into her pussy until he thought he was going to die, then he collapsed on top of her hot, soft tits.
He felt her hands playing in his hair.
"I think I'm going to enjoy having you around," she said softly. "I really do."
And David looked up into her mocking green eyes, and he knew he was going to be around her for a long, long time.