Chapter 3
Ted and Leena took a long, hot shower together, washing the sweat and the grime of their run from each other's body along with the messiness of their fuck. They played shamelessly, his hands fondling her tits and her pussy while her hands kept his cock lathery. For her, it was all so new; for him, it was a delightful return to an innocence that had passed long ago.
They didn't bring each other off, nor did they fuck when the bathing was over. There was an unspoken understanding between them that there was no hurry; the day was far from over.
He didn't offer her a covering, and she didn't think to ask for one. Now that they had fucked, it didn't seem out-of-place to sit naked in the kitchen and watch the swinging cock of a bare-assed man while he made breakfast for her.
She felt quite sure she would feel just as comfortable with her own fianc'-after they had fucked.
They talked about balanced meals and cholesterol, being careful to keep the conversation from becoming personal.
His eyes kept wandering to her full breasts as the lovers sat across from each other eating his handiwork. The attention kept a flush on her face and her nipples erect.
"Does that fascinate you?" she asked. "Staring at a woman's tits while you eat?"
"Yes. Do you mind?"
She grinned and shrugged. "I guess not. I'm just happy you're pleased."
"Woman, I'm filled with more than delight," he said with a hearty laugh as he scooped some more scrambled eggs and a pair of sausage links onto her plate. "When are you getting married?" he asked.
"That's personal," she replied, nervously twisting the engagement ring that decorated her finger.
"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it."
"We haven't set a date," she said softly. "How long have you been engaged."
"A year."
"Jeeesus Christ! Then how come I opened such a well of passion just a while ago?"
"Kevin and I have never...fucked."
"I don't believe it! Has the man got a problem-Christ! The man isn't horribly handicapped, is he?"
"Not everybody is promiscuous," she said defensively. "Our marriage has been planned for years. He's wealthy; I have aristocratic bloodlines.
It's a perfect match. Sex isn't everything."
He guffawed. "Then tell me everything I read about Prince Charles and Di isn't true."
"Well, how about you, Mr. Sexual Wizard? How come there's not a wife decorating your sheets?"
"I'm divorced," he said, taken aback. "Mr. Sexual Wizard I'm not. Hell, I couldn't keep her out of other men's beds."
"I'm sorry," she said, and the concern sounded genuine.
"It's all right," he said, forcing a smile. "We parted friends and we still get it on now and then. Mandy is still a great fuck."
"Well, I suppose I ought to get dressed and head home," she said, feeling a little bit better about what they had done now that they had broached the personal barrier. "Since I've taken the day off, I might as well make the most of it."
"Why not make the most of it with me?"
"Well...we can't go on like this all day long... can we?"
"Why not?" he mumbled around a mouthful of toast. "What haven't you done yet? Sexually?"
"Well, I certainly haven't had anything up my ass-"
"Ass-fucked."
"I haven't been ass-fucked," she said, blushing as the new words rolled across her tongue.
"I can do that." His dick hardened under the table as he watched her spear a sausage link with her fork and lift the whole thing to her lips. "You haven't sucked a cock either, have you."
"No... "
"Which would you prefer?" he asked, standing and moving to the table beside her. "That or this?" He let the bulk of his cock flop onto the table right beside her breakfast dish.
Leena's pulse fluttered as she compared the bit of sausage skewered on her fork to the length of man flesh splayed before her. It was a hopeless comparison. Feeling very, very naughty indeed, she rubbed the greasy link over the face of the cock, then bent to lick the taste away.
She gave a little moan as she felt the cock fill between her fingertips and began to uncoil as she kissed. God, how naive she had been! How innocent! She had never even imagined how fascinating a male organ could be.
She set the sausage link aside, breakfast forgotten, as Ted's dick strained upward, teased to throbbing life by her playful lips. A small voice, as if it were her mother speaking, admonished her that this was unsanitary, something that shouldn't be done at the breakfast table. But the thrills that rumbled through her body shut out the voice, and she continued licking the cock.
She could feel it throbbing, twitching, and she knew it was a dangerous game she was playing. He could go off in an instant and shoot that thing into her face-her mouth even. Oh, gawwwdddd!
She had never experienced such obscene excitement in her entire life!
A really kinky idea suddenly came to mind. Why not? It would serve him right for sticking his dick in her face right in the middle of her breakfast. Holding the stiff prick firmly in her fist, she reached for the syrup pitcher and dribbled maple syrup over its tip.
"What the hell... "
She giggled as she watched the thick, mahogany-colored syrup run down the sides of his dick. Then she leaned over and licked the sweet taste away.
"Not enough calories for you straight?" he asked, his belly rumbling with humor as he watched her anoint his prick again with syrup and lick it off.
Ohhh, that was so good-with or without the syrup. She gave in completely to her desires, sucking the end of his dick into her mouth, sucking and slurping on it, and making tiny mewls in the back of her throat as the excitement swept her body.
"Shit, you little minx!" he gasped. "Damn, but you know how to turn a guy on...oh, God, yes...suck it, honey, suck it!"
She responded with an "Mmmmmmppphhhhh!" without breaking her mouth-stroking rhythm. Ohhh, this was so good! So much better than that skinny link of breakfast sausage. God, wouldn't it be great to enjoy a mouthful of dick along with her breakfast cereal every morning?
Ted was enraptured. What kind of a fianc' did this woman have, anyway, to leave her hanging with so much untapped desire? Well, he would do the tapping if the other guy wouldn't. He would be more than happy to make this pretty little pussy a part of his regular agenda.
Leena was going wild. Using both hands now, to hold the staff steady, her mouth was diving up and down the hot rod all the way from its tip to his balls. Her nose wiggled into his fresh-from-the-shower-smelling thicket of cock hair at the bottom of each stroke while his cock tip rubbed against her tonsils.
He began thrusting his hips, trying to drive his prick even deeper into her gullet. He winced, trying to hold back the boiling in his balls. "I'm going to come, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to come!"
Startled by the warning, she pulled away from his dick and stared at its tip as the organ swelled in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw the slit open, and a thick gob of creamy whiteness shot forth and splattered on her nose right between her eyes. Reacting automatically, she covered the tip with her mouth just in time to catch the second charge of cum as it was launched forth.
Leena had no conscious control of herself as she sucked on the cock, gulping down spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum, milking it dry. Not until the cock softened in her mouth did reality return.
She dropped the cock. Her face was a burning red-reflecting not embarrassment, but the fire that was raging in her body.
"Good Lord!" she whimpered. "What have I done?"
"You've just sucked a cock," Ted said, laughing. "How was it?"
"It was... " she thought for a moment, sorting out her feelings, then gave him a smile, ". . .an education. Thank you for teaching me."
"Honey, you are an apt student."
"Did...did I do all right?"
"Hmm, with a little more practice, you'll be okay."
"A pity," she said, giving the tip of his limp prick a tweak, "my teacher has gone to sleep."
"Ho, ho, ho!" he chortled, his eyes sparkling with life. "That sounds like a challenge."
"Take it any way you want," she replied with a coy wink.
"Hoist your ass up onto this table," he growled good-naturedly, brushing aside the breakfast dishes. "Let's just see how much of that you can take and still come up begging for more."
"Just what did you have in mind...stud?" she asked, standing and pressing her luscious breasts against him and thrilling to the feel of his chest hair closing around the hard, sharp points of her nipples.
"Up onto the table, you little minx, I haven't finished my breakfast, yet."
The table was small-just enough room for her to lie on her back with her legs together and her feet drawn up. He had removed the dishes, but the smell of their breakfast was still heavy in the air. She trembled as he ran his hands over her knees and down along her thighs.
What was he going to do to her? Was he going to fuck her, or what? Surely the bed would be a better place; the table seemed hardly strong enough to support his heavy body and hers as well. Especially, once those sturdy hips started...well, driving hard.
It amazed her, the change that had taken place in her in such a short time. Here she was, lying naked on a strange man's kitchen table-probably about to be fucked in the worst way imaginable-and she was enjoying it. Pandora's box-Leena's box had been opened, and all her lusts had come tumbling out.
She wasn't a good girl at all. It was all a facade. Inside, she was a turmoil of desire, and she had known it all along. The real Leena wanted nothing more than to be fucked. And fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
"You're going to do it to me, aren't you?" she said, swinging her knees apart and looking at him through the frame of her pale legs. "You're going to fuck me."
"Two or three times, before the day is over," he promised her, and her heart thrilled. "But not now."
Instead of disappointment, a flutter of excitement shook her belly. Just what were his intentions? Oh, God! Surely he wasn't going to...
Grinning down at her, he pushed her bare feet to the corners of the table, opening her legs and her thighs and completely exposing her. The lust was evident in his face as he stared at her sex.
"You're embarrassing me, looking at me like that."
"You looked at my cock."
"That's different."
"Thank God! Damn, but you have a pretty pussy. You really shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"Do...you really think so."
"Take my word for it, baby. I've seen a few in my lifetime. And your pretty little twat beats them all."
She thrilled. She had never considered that part of herself as being anything more than ordinary. If that.
"And, it looks good enough to eat."
The idea sent a shiver of excitement through Leena. She recalled vivid memories of the feel of his mouth on her cunt just a short time earlier. She should be embarrassed, but she was wasn't. She was pleased by his interest in her hairy part, and she swung her legs wider when he touched her knees.
He murmured with appreciation as his hands ran over her bare legs, first from her ankles to her knees, and then down along the insides of her thighs. He leaned forward and touched his lips to her soft skin. She tingled as they kissed their way into the hollows of her thighs, moving so close to her quivering split that she could feel his breath on her cunt lips.
Suddenly, he pulled away. Glancing around, he found the pitcher of maple syrup that had been pushed aside and he grinned. He dribbled a stream of the thick, dark amber fluid across her breasts that stretched from one nipple to the other. Continuing downward, he filled the indentation of her bellybutton and flooded her hairy mound with the sweet syrup.
His mouth followed, licking away every trace of the sticky sweetness. Her pussy hair was damp with saliva when he finished.
He reached for the syrup pitcher again.
Reading his mind, Leena reached down with both hands and grasped her cunt lips. She peeled the flaps open and twisted her hips to make her cunt canal an open receptacle.
"Ah, yes! That's nice," he said, and he began pouring maple syrup between her pussy lips.
Leena thrilled wantonly as she felt the thick fluid ooze around her clit and into her hollow. God, this was obscene! What would her mother think? Her best friend? Oh, no! There was no way she would ever be able to share this excitement with someone else-it would have to remain a delicious secret forever!
At last, Ted pressed his face to the gaping mouth of her sex. Her entire body shook with a shudder of delight.
"Ohhhhh, dear," she gasped, squirming with sheer sexual delight, "that feels sooooo good!"
Ted's nose wiggled into her pubic hair. His tongue wiped around her fluttering labia, licking away the sticky substance first from her large, hairy, outer lips, and then from the crinkly flaps of her inner membranes. Then his mouth closed completed over her split and sucked out the juice that had seeped inside her. It flowed smoothly onto his tongue, warmed by her body.
"Oh, yeah! Ted! Darling! Honey! Lover! Do it! Lick my cunt!" she cried, her ass wriggling on the table in a frenzy of lust. The cries, the desires, were completely foreign to her, but she knew they would be a part of her existence forever more.
The syrup gone now, he held her sex open with his fingers and worked the hole with his tongue while she quivered and moaned with intense excitement. His tongue tip stretched deep, licking her cunt from end to end with an erotic rhythm. The soft, flexing worm of flesh tantalized every centimeter of her slick inner surfaces, its stroking delighting her more completely than she had ever dreamed possible.
When his tongue pulled out of her cunthole and rolled smoothly across her clit, she almost fainted. The pleasure was so great; the excitement, so intense.
He played with the tiny nubbin of flesh like it was a toy, licking it with his wet tongue, catching it between his soft lips, tugging at it with his gently clutching teeth. This wasn't the haphazard tongue-groping of an impassioned beginner, but the experienced touch of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He knew her cunt better than she did herself, and he knew how to give her unimaginable pleasure in ways she had never dreamed possible. He made her proud of her cunt-happy to have it with all its funny little flaps and folds.
Her breathing became ragged as he pushed her arousal higher. He had taken her that route before, so she knew where they were going, but the first time had not been at such a leisurely, maddening pace. Her sex was drenched, and her core painfully hot. It was almost more than she could bear.
But still, he sucked; still, he licked; still he drove her onward, until she was trembling from head to toe.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, she let out a great sob and began coming. Waves of pleasure washed over her. And he lapped and sucked the juices released by her excitement.
Her eyes opened as the last tremor passed, and she stared between her legs and saw him standing there, watching her, with his cock hard and thick, arching upward.
"Give me!" she gasped, wriggling her ass to the edge of the table and reaching for his hard staff of man meat. Wrapping her fingers around it, she pulled him toward her. "Give me that thing," she hissed. "Put it in me."
Ted grinned, feeling the woman's tight hand squeezing his cock. He had thoroughly seduced her. She had abandoned every prissy, proper, lady-like reservation she had ever held and become nothing more than a helplessly quivering mass of woman flesh, groveling for fulfillment. But there was no thrill of conquest, just the pleasant satisfaction of seeing the change take place...and knowing the change was complete and irrevocable. He would fuck this woman now, and many, many more times.
"If I fuck you now," he said, holding back as she tried to pull his cock to her pussy, "can I do it again?"
"Yes."
"And again."
"Yes!"
"And again and again and again?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Now, fuck me, damn you!"
He slipped his cock into her tight pussy.
Her eyes glazed over as his meaty rod penetrated her fully. "Ohhhh, yesssss," she sighed.
"You're mine," he told her, knowing full well that he was supplanting every other man she had ever known in her mind. Even her fianc'. It was a responsibility he would worry about later.
"Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me-any time...any place...any way-oh, God! Every way!"
He chortled as he gripped her trembling ass and held her steady while he stroked her crotch. "I'm going to fuck every hole in your body."
"Yes! Yes!"
"I'm going to come in your cunt, in your navel, in your mouth."
"And my asshole!" she exclaimed. "I want you to fuck me in the ass sometime! I do!"
"And in your asshole," he promised.
"Oh, God! Ohhh!" She closed her eyes and leaned back on her arms. Her entire body was flushed with heat and arousal, and a smooth sheen of sweat glistened on her breasts. The heavy globes bobbed and rolled as his powerful strokes shook her body.
She lifted her legs and laid them over his shoulders so that she could rock more easily with his strokes.
"This is wonderful," she breathed. "I never knew people could fuck in so many different ways."
He grunted, pleased with himself. This hot little number could have languished for a lifetime if he hadn't come along. "Mighty Dick to the rescue," he huffed.
"Thank God!" She wiggled, trying to get tighter around his prick. "Unnhh, oh, Ted, you're such a good fucker! God, my pussy's never had it like this! So hard! So hot! And, God, it's fun! I never knew fucking could be fun!" She blushed. "Silly, aren't I?"
"Sexy silly."
"Am I really? Sexy?"
"You're sexy as shit!"
Their chatter turned to gasps and groans as Leena lifted her ass from the table and humped her crotch against her new lover's fucking prick. Their earlier climaxes dulled their reactions enough so that they were able to prolong the buildup of excitement, settling into a smooth rhythm as they worked themselves slowly into a lustful frenzy.
In the end, Leena threw back her head in a gasp and gave a long, shuddering sigh. "I'm coming, lover!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
Watching as the gigantic orgasm crashed over her and feeling the spasming pressure of her cunt muscles around his prick did the trick for Ted. His churning balls sent hot cum swirling through her insides.
"Unnhhh, aaarrrghhhh! Ahhhhh, baby!" Ted's prick drove wildly inside his jogging partner's pussy and filled her to overflowing with his thick hot cum.
Cum and pussy juice ran from her stretched cunthole. The sexy concoction ran down her legs and his hips smeared it over her thighs.
"Ohhhh, yessss, lover! Don't stop! Fill my cunt! Fill me with your cum until my eyeballs float!"
When it was all over and he had helped her off the table, they stood with their bodies entwined, joined by their heat with their pulses beating in time, as if they were a single, heavy-breathing entity.
"We've made this kitchen a mess," she said, glancing around over his shoulder.
"We'll clean it up."
"We're a mess."
"We'll take another shower."
"No," she whispered, her breasts warm against her chest as she gave his ear a nibble. "A bath this time. I had the most interesting fantasy the other day."
"Starring who? Your fianc'."
"No. It was this fascinating, mysterious stranger... "