Chapter 20
A few kisses later, we loosened up to the point where his prick was ready for a second orgasm.
He had me pump up and down on it several times, after which he reached down and grabbed me by the thighs.
He parted my legs with spectacular ease, then prepared to move his peter forward toward my pussy.
"Get set for the best fuck ever," he told me.
He buried his tongue against my left breast, working it around in a corkscrew fashion, flipping with eagerness and dexterity.
All it took were a few of those tongue movements for him to loosen me up sufficiently to the point where my body was rhythmically twisting and turning. He always liked it better when my hips were in rotation.
He worked his tongue around my right breast next, sliding it with a smooth, lightening consistency.
He removed the tongue from the right breast, then permitted his tongue to slip into my mouth.
We engaged in a torrid French kiss which lasted for almost a minute. All the while his fingers were making their way downwards toward my ass-cheeks. He started by allowing them to manipulate against the small of my back, then worked them downwards until they were clutching my buttocks.
It felt good to have those firm fingers working around my ass-cheeks, and as he fondled my firm flesh, he flung his huge penis forward.
One lightening stab later, he deposited his prick inside my moist slot.
He came at me like a locomotive, panting and puffing as he slammed his prick into the inner depths of my tight pussy.
"How's that for a fuck?" he gasped.
"It's great. Keep it up."
"I'm driving it into your hole. Oh, the cunt of the woman I love."
I was beginning to feel a little painful about the whole ordeal, since this was definitely the last tango. Once he got through fucking me, as far as I was concerned, it would be the last occasion on which we would do it. I certainly couldn't resume it after my sister Mary got out of the hospital.
Despite the feeling of sadness that existed within me, I still felt great waves of sensation. I hoped that we would be able to have a simultaneous orgasm. I wanted to save mine for the identical moment at which the juices spurted from his prick.
The sliding cock action continued as he consistently penetrated my mound, driving his prick like a ramrod into my snatch.
"Just keep fucking, you're on the right track," I called out. "You're really driving that pecker into me, baby, keep sliding it into my snatch. It's great what you're doing. It's absolutely wonderful, honey, and I want you to keep it up."
His fingers clutched ever tighter around my buttocks as he drove his prick forward, pushing and stabbing, driving me ever closer to orgasm.
"This is it," he said tersely.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than I felt the hot white juices spilling into my mound.
As the juices poured into me, I found myself orgasming at the same moment. It wasn't quite a simultaneous orgasm in the strictest sense of the term, but it came pretty close, since I was off no more than an instant after he commenced depositing his cock spurts into me.
He unloaded his liquid energies into my mound, then slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy.
"Wasn't this the best fuck we ever had?" he asked.
"It was. It couldn't have been better."
"I don't ever want to lose you," he told me, running his fingers through my hair.
"This has to be the last fuck," I told him with sadness. "We can't ever do it again."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother is getting out of the hospital tomorrow, Jimmy. I'm not going to carry on an affair with you beyond tonight."
"That's ridiculous," Jimmy said, getting a little hot under the collar. "Hell, honey, I can come over here and have sex with you. She won't know a damned thing."
"I can't do that to her."
"Didn't you break down and have sex with me? You weren't supposed to do that."
"I'm really sorry it happened. You overpowered me."
"I'm going to be around to overpower you some more," he assured me.
"No, you won't. I won't allow it. This time I am putting my foot down."
"You can't mean that," he said, with hurt in his eyes.
"But I do," I answered emphatically. At that point tears surfaced in his eyes. I had to bring every available ounce of self-control to bear to prevent myself from bursting into tears. It was tough sledding, but I somehow managed to refrain from crying.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It was a painful dilemma having to part from Jimmy, but there was no other way.
I felt like a heel the following day when I drove Jimmy over to the hospital, then picked up his mother.
"My boy looks very good," Mary smiled as she saw Jimmy, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. "You must have taken very good care of him."
"I tried to," I grinned.
"He always has had a good deal of respect for his Aunt Brenda," Mary told me. "I can't thank you enough for looking after him. I hope he didn't conduct himself like a wild man."
"He was very well behaved."
"I'm really indebted to you, Brenda."
"No you're not. It's the least I could do."
I fixed dinner for the three of us at Mary's place, then excused myself to go back to the apartment.
She thanked me profusely several times for what I had done for Jimmy. I kept thinking about what she would want to do if she knew the actual extent of my contribution. She would have wanted to break my neck, just for a starter.
In the weeks that immediately followed his mother's release from the hospital, Jimmy would periodically drop over to my apartment. I would be very kind to him, but on every occasion when he would jump up from the sofa, his cock hard, ready to spring into action, I would intercept his pass.
Several times I had to fight him off, since he had been in an extremely sexy frame of mind. Somehow I managed, even though it was extremely difficult.
When his visits failed to do the trick, Jimmy called me up on a number of occasions, trying to get me to reconsider.
I knew I had to remain firm, however, and that was precisely what I did.
The fling with Jimmy, though, did produce a profound effect on my relationship with my boss. No longer did I look forward to those interludes with Harding, since I realized that they would be nothing more than quick bangs. I needed a whole lot more than that.
One evening after I had satisfied him by sucking his cock to climax, I looked up at him and exclaimed:
"Harding, it's no good."
"What isn't good?" he looked at me perplexedly.
"Our relationship."
"You've got to be crazy. Hell, Brenda, who treats you any better."
"Nobody," I admitted.
"I've taken you on all kinds of trips, given you the softest jobs here at the office, and all I really want in return is some occasional sex. You can hardly say you are overworked, baby. What is it that you want? Are you dickering for a raise or something? If so, we can talk about it."
"I'm not negotiating for anything, except my freedom."
"Your freedom?"
"That's right. As long as I'm bound to you, Harding, I'll never find anybody else."
"You're not bound to me," he threw his head back and laughed hysterically. "I can't get over the hang-ups some of you women have. You can go out and let the mailman slide his pole into you, go down on the TV repairman, let the next door neighbor suck your slit. I'm not tying you down in any respect."
"You are emotionally," I explained. "I'm a nervous wreck."
"How can you say I tied you down emotionally?"
"It's very simple. For better or for worse, I've been in love with you, Harding, right from the beginning."
"Then shake loose those feelings and stick with the job. I don't care if you get married."
"You'd still want your piece of ass."
"That's understood, but I'm married too. I can accept that."
"I wonder if my husband could."
"You don't have to tell him."
"That sounds just like you," I nodded.
"What the hell do you want me to say? I'm telling you, you've got your freedom. All I want is an occasional piece of ass."
"I'm tired of being an occasional piece of ass girl. I want more," I said, raising my voice dramatically.
"I give up. I've offered you everything. You're impossible to please."
"Not really. But what I need, apparently you can't supply. I'm giving you my notice. I'm quitting."
"You've got to be out of your head. You like my cock. You like the way I fuck you."
"Yes, it does have its enjoyable side."
"Is that all you can say?"
"Frankly it is at this point. At one time I thought much more. But now our sessions seem to be so mechanical. Still, though, there's this emotional bond that I have trouble shaking. I have to get away from you, Harding, away from this whole office rat race."
"I still can't believe my ears. You've had a little something to drink, so that's probably making a difference. After you've had a good night's sleep, you'll awaken with a clear head and you'll recognize just how foolish you were being."
"This is it, Harding. I'm sticking to my guns," I told him.
I remained as firm in my convictions in Harding's case as I did in Jimmy's.
I quit my job and found myself roaming the streets, checking out the employment offices and looking for work. It was a strange feeling indeed, since I had landed my first job so quickly in New York and had been employed there ever since.
I was offered a few office positions, but in each case I had a feeling that the boss wanted a friendly relationship, just like the one I had had with Harding. In the cases involved, the men, like Harding, were married. I didn't need any more of that particular kind of headache.
Then one morning, after I had had two depressing interviews, I remembered something that had been told to me on one joyous occasion.
I turned and walked towards the bar where my old friend, lusty Edna Todd, did her topless dancing.
I observed the same familiar bartender behind the bar, but I didn't let him bother me, not even when he made a couple of quick passes.
I waited for Edna's arrival on the platform, and as she appeared, she happened to look out toward the bar. Her eyes caught mine, and an instant smile of recognition registered on her face.
I waved to her, and she promptly waved back. The tingles that had generated within me on those occasions when I had fucked with her suddenly returned.
As her hips and ass-cheeks ground spectacularly in accompaniment to the loud rock sounds, I found myself literally burning up, particularly in my snatch.
She turned the front of her body in my direction, and I saw those firm, lovely tits flipping out toward me. I remembered the occasions on which I had flipped my tongue against her breasts and nipples. I was hungry to do the same thing again, and my mouth felt dry as I anticipated some firm contact.
I could hardly wait for her to finish her dancing, and as she jumped down from the platform and moved swiftly toward me, every male eye in the joint was on the two of us.
This time I didn't even care as she threw her arms around me and kissed my lips.
I could hear all the wolf whistles in the background, but it didn't faze me one bit. I wanted Edna again. I wanted to resume my relationship with her.
"I wanted to come and see you," Edna sighed after releasing her lips from mine. "I was afraid, though, that you wouldn't want to see me after splitting up with Jimmy. It really hurt the kid."
"He'll recover, baby."
"I think he already has."
"Good. Now let's talk about us," I told her, reaching out and running my finger over her right nipple.