Chapter Twenty-One
The night passed and Stephen and Claudie both woke up with the sun streaming through their windows ... he in a male ward on one side of the building, and she on the opposite end. All they could think about was each other. Later in the day they were transferred to private rooms, and their loneliness became even more acute.
Stephen had been very unhappy about leaving Claudie alone in that section of the city. There was an alarm system in his body that just wouldn't stop ringing. He followed her around for a while, until she entered the coffee shop. Then he figured everything was all right and that he was just an extremely jealous, paranoid man.
He didn't go back to the hotel. He just walked around for a while, and then that alarm bell started ringing again. There was nothing he could do to stop it, and finally he decided that he just had to put his mind at rest. He walked back to the cafe and she was gone. For some reason that alarmed him. He asked the waitress if she had noticed her, and the girl said that Claudie had left with a guy called Chay. Stephen saw red, but tried to keep calm. He asked the waitress if she knew where Chay lived and the girl told him. She said that they had been friends for a while, and that while Chay was rather freaky, he was really a nice guy. Stephen left fast, and the rest you know. That afternoon when Stephen sneaked over to Claudie's room she learned the truth also.
Claudie had been crying, and her face was swollen and far from pretty. When she saw Stephen sneak in the door though her face lit up like a lamp.
"You're alive, darling, oh thank you, thank you," she cried inarticulately. Stephen came over to the bed and bent down to kiss her face.
"Is it all over Claudie, is it over now for good?" he asked, and she knew what he meant. She just reached out her arms and pulled him down on top of her and started to kiss him like a puppy, all over his face and hands, and down his neck to the top of his hospital gown.
She slid her hands to the back of his neck and with one motion untied the string that held his gown together. Stephen laughed.
"Here, Claudie? In a busy hospital with millions of doctors and nurses, not to mention patients walking around all the time? When you want to get laid, boy there's no stopping you." Stephen let his gown slip to the floor and climbed onto the bed, laying right across Claudie's body. A second later her gown was also lying on the floor and their two naked bodies were glued together with the passion of their powerful embrace.
Stephen ran his hands through her golden hair. His tongue was gliding over her silky neck with the speed of a jet as he tasted the sweetness of her flesh mixed with the slight salty flavor of sweat. He nibbled on the skin, leaving tiny red rosebud shaped marks on the whiteness. Claudie moaned softly and raised her legs.
Slowly, teasing and exciting her all the way, he let his hands slide down her throat and nestle in the crevice between her tits. Then, like modeling clay, he molded the soft flesh between his strong fingers, making the hard pink buds on the tip jut in the air like twin rescue flares. He licked them delicately, his tongue making small circles around the rosy bullets, and then he sucked hard, drawing the pinkish-brown surrounding area deep into his moist mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Claudie moaned. "I love it. I love you. Swallow me up. Pull my tit into your mouth."
His cheeks bulged as his mouth filled with flesh, and Claudie's legs spread wide with desire. Without thinking, he slid his hand down to her cunt, and his shocked fingers drew back immediately. Where he had expected to clutch a mound of crisp pubic hair, his hands had touched nothing but bare skin. Then he remembered and sat up quickly.
"Don't think about it Stephen. Please don't. It's all over. That was the last time. I promise you darling," Claudie begged. She felt desperate, and embarrassed. She realized how sick she had been and she could only hope that this last time Stephen would forgive her. "It will never happen again," she said, tears in her voice.
Stephen smiled at her, and softly kissed her cheek. "I hope so baby. It would all be worth while to know that you're better." Then he stood up and took a good look at Claudie's cunt.
The whole mound was swollen and red, where the hairs had so painfully been plucked out. But it had a strange affect on him. It made her look like a little girl, maybe twelve years old, and he found the thought very appealing. And he had never seen a naked pussy before. It was amazing. Every swelling was visible. He could see the thick wet lips and the hard pink bud of her clit plainly. The dark shadows of her cleft intrigued him and he ran his fingers through the moist crevice curiously. She reacted immediately by clasping her thighs tightly together, as though she were trying to hold his hand in place. He forced her legs open and spread them wide, to afford him a better view. Then he pushed his head into the wet, hungry mound and let his probing tongue search out the crack between those hot tender lips. He pulled each lips apart, and then jammed his pointed tongue deep into the hotly flowing pool. Claudie cried out her pleasure and shoved her ass forward. He could hardly breathe. His nose, mouth, and even his chin was entirely covered by the throbbing wet vault. It had never felt so good before. Every exposed line and swelling was titillated by hard stroking oral tool. He darted in and out, ramming his tongue all the way up that hole, and making Claudie squirm like a fish on a hook. She could feel her legs thrashing, and felt herself helpless to stop them. He was rolling her hard little button of a clit between his lips, and the magnificent tinglings that shot through her body pushed her over the edge. Biting hard on her pillow, she tried to stifle her cries of joy, and the first steaming white lava started to run through her cunt and down her white thighs. Stephen drank greedily. It was his victory. Every drop of that precious fluid that her body could produce he licked up like an anteater. Then he drove his tongue in greedily, searching for any drops that might have escaped. He licked her cunt dry, then her thighs. The taste was delicious. Slightly salty, with a musky odor that reminded him of some very sexy perfumes. "I could live on it," he sighed, and Claudie smiled happily. Once they were married he could have every night for dinner, and she would be perfectly satisfied.
He shoved two fingers up the dripping hole, and Claudie felt the same horny need reappear. Stephen laughed with delight, as her strong slender legs tried to crush the two fingers in a powerful grip. Her cunt was contracting. It was amazing what the walls could do. They could stretch out loosely, so that a prick could slide in easily, barely feeling the surrounding walls. And when in the mood, they could contract so tightly that they practically squeezed a man's come right out of his prick.
"Time for a quickie," he said. "We better make it fast, before we get caught."
Claudie happily spread her legs. "Come on in. The water's fine," she said, and just to show him how warm the water was, she slipped her own index finger right up her cunt and stirred. Then she held the sticky finger out for Stephen to sniff, and he greedily pulled it into his mouth and sucked all the juices off.
"Waste not, want not," he said. Then he moved his throbbing purple tip into the entrance and swished it around a little, letting it pick up the moisture still clinging to the sweet fleshy lips. It felt so good. For both of them. His prick was now lubricated and ready to go. He moved it in slowly, savoring the wet engulfing feeling, and letting Claudie do most of the work. She pressed down hard with her hips, and the tight walls inch by inch swallowed the massive bulk until nothing was left visible but his dark curling hairs and the two big balls that dangled helplessly against his legs. It was like a boa constrictor eating an animal. He felt himself being digested by the hard contractions, and he loved it.
Claudie's legs had climbed up his back and were now dangling high over his shoulders. He looked down and watched curiously. He could actually see himself fucking. He could see his red swollen prick slip out of the spreading hole, and then thrust it's way easily past the entrance and bury itself deep in her belly. The rise of her mound was lightly coated with creamy moisture, and his own prick and even the hairs underneath were also beginning to drip with the liquid. Watching, he could feel his breath coming harder, and a slight sharp pain began to throb in his belly. He moved faster now, making his shots count. Claudie's eyes were closed and she was silently enjoying her pleasure. Her hips had picked up the rhythm set by his body and they moving together timed perfectly like a well oiled machine. Then they started to peak together.
"Good, good, good, so wet," Stephen was mumbling any words that came into his head. He was pounding now, and his once slowly measured rhythm had become wild thrashing. The bed was practically creaking with the unexpected activity, and his ass was jogging up and down like a helium-inflated balloon.
Claudie was making soft moaning noises between tightly clenched lips. Her head was thrown back, and she was grasping her own hard nipples between her trembling fingers. As the angry cock reamed out her insides she squeezed hard on her rosy buds, and the pressure on both ends of her body finally brought her over the edge. With a muffled shriek she came, her legs thrashing about wildly, and her sensual mouth agape with pleasure. Stephen could wait no longer, and with an exhausted cry drove his shaft forward for the last time, bathing her cunt walls with stream after stream of his burning spunk. Then he collapsed on her limp body, and they lay there quietly for a moment catching their breath.
"Well, I see you're feeling better," said a cheerful voice behind them. With a start Stephen sat up and looked panicky around him. There was a smiling nurse, dressed in her crisp white uniform just gazing down at them both with a smile on her pleasant face.
"Just what the doctor prescribed, I'm sure," she said, and giggled a little. "Get your ass out of that bed and get back to your room before a less understanding person walks in. I just don't know what the youth of today are coming to." Then she turned around and left them.
Stephen was a bit embarrassed. He wondered just how much she had seen. "Well, anyway, we put on a good show," he said to Claudie, and they both laughed. Then the got dressed, and Stephen left, leaving a sadly crumpled bed as evidence of their pleasure.