Chapter 8

It seemed strange, going out with another man. She hadn't done that since before she was engaged, and that was over a year ago. It was just a simple date, a dinner in a nice restaurant. Yet it seemed more intimate, more like cheating on her fianc' than the times she and Ted had spent in bed together.

Perhaps it was because they let down their guard and got to know each other. It's impossible to share a meal with someone in a romantic atmosphere without revealing something of yourself. And she told him all about her joys and her frustrations, while he lamented the failure of his marriage and his aspirations for the future. Left unsaid was the pleasure they had found in each other.

After the restaurant, he took her home.

"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" she asked cautiously.

He did. And that was a deepening of their commitment. Opening the place she called home to him was a final sharing of her secrets.

"Nice," Ted commented, nodding as he looked around Leena's living room. "Cozy, feminine."

"I'll get us some coffee," she said, her mind suddenly filling with erotic imaginings of his naked body tousling her satin sheets.

The sexy thoughts made her feel better. Accept him for what he was, she told herself, a hard-pricked stud who was a relief for her sexual urges. Nothing more. Forget the way he was lied to and cheated on by a faithless wife. Forget the fact that his desire for a place in the country and a houseful of kids dovetailed exactly with her own.

They sipped the coffee together without saying much, just being comfortable in each other's presence, and followed it with brandy.

"You're beautiful," he said, pulling her close and wetting her behind the ear with his tongue before kissing her there.

A keen thrill ran through her body. He didn't have to tell her that; the seduction was already a fact.

But he did.

"You're more beautiful than in my dreams...the loveliest woman I've ever held in my arms."

"Oh, Ted," she breathed.

There was no frenzy in their kiss. It was slow, satisfying, generating heat deep in their bodies. His hands roamed her body while his thick tongue filled her mouth.

"You're a distraction from my work during the day," he told her. "I can't keep my mind off you." She moaned and slipped a hand inside the front of his shirt to slide it over his bare chest. He began unbuttoning her blouse. A shudder passed through her when he slipped it off her shoulders and uncovered her black lace bra. He kissed the pulse in her neck, and his lips brushed downward between the lacy cups that covered her breasts. A moment later, he had the clasp unhooked and he pulled the bra away to expose her tits.

She trembled as his fingers stroked her nipples.

"I can never get enough of these," he said.

"Thank God!" she said with a pleasant chuckle.

His hands fondled her tingling mounds, weighing them, and his fingertips ran light, teasing circles all around them. The sensations ran all the way down to her pussy as he stroked the sides and the undersides and pinched her hardening nipples. They stood out like stiff spikes, and the tingling was so intense that she wanted to cry out with joy at his touch.

When he bent his head to suck on her nipples, she wrapped her fingers behind his neck and held him there. With her eyes closed, she thrilled to the sensations he sent flowing through her.

She reached down to touch the bulge in his trousers. The feel of the swollen organ straining against the cloth was the torch that ignited her fire. She ripped down his zipper and pulled open his trousers. Her hand dipped in and scooped out his penis.

"Oh, God," she whispered, staring down at the bloated organ. It was hard and erect, like a roughhewn piece of sculpture, and the head was a dark, menacing purple color. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"

She touched it, exploring it with her fingers, and dried its moist eye with a fingertip.

She pushed away and stood up.

"Come," she said, holding out a hand to him.

Her bedroom was pink and frilly, feminine. His harsh masculinity was an intrusion, an exciting counterpoint to the decor.

He took a moment to look around. "It's you," he said simply, with a smile as she moved into his arms.

"Yes," she said. "It's me."

His arms tightened around her, squeezing the breath out of her as they kissed. His hands moved up under her skirt to fondle her buttocks. While his strong fingers molded her ass flesh, her hands gently stroked the stiff penis that poked clear of the opening in his trousers.

"I'm hot," she said.

"Let's get undressed."

Her fingers moved automatically, removing her skirt and her panties, while she watched the interplay of the strong muscles of his arms and thighs as he undressed. The heavy shaft of his penis jerked as he moved, and its wet eye stared sharply upward at the ceiling.

God! he was impressive, she thought, the hot lust evident in her eyes. Thoughts of her fianc' paled at the sight of this magnificent man. She could easily imagine that broad tip splitting her vagina and moving inside her.

"Mmmmm," she purred softly, reaching out to stroke the erect prick. Her fingers continued down to check the weight of his testicles. They were fat and full.

"Awesome," she commented, giving his prick a tug and drawing him with her to her bed.

He waited for her to get into position, then climbed onto the bed beside her. Her knees raised and her legs opened automatically. He bent to kiss her thighs.

"Oh, Ted, honey," she moaned, a shudder sweeping her body. "Love me, darling. Love me."

He pushed his nose between her legs and nuzzled the dark patch of curls that covered her pussy mound. She lay her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips to wiggle her snatch into his face. His arms embraced her thighs to draw her closer, and his hand reached up to grasp her soft, billowing breasts. A deep sigh of delight escaped her as his mouth locked around her cunt.

Ted's thick tongue parted her cunt lips. She raised her head and stared as the husky man's long tongue speared into her open cunt lips and dove deep into her vagina to steal away the glistening drops of moisture that had begun to seep from her sex glands.

"Ohhh!" A shout of excitement tore from Leena's throat, and her body bucked and twisted, grinding her dark cunt curls and her swollen pussy lips against Ted's face. "Ooooohhhhh, darling!" He groaned and pinched her tits as his tongue swirled over the hard nub of her clitoris, making the young woman cry out with excitement. His hungered lapping quickly brought her to the throes of climax. While she sobbed in ecstasy, his mouth drove her through the full range of her orgasm.

His cunt licking was magnificent, but she wanted more than that. Each lap of his tongue raised her hunger even as it sent thrills cascading through her. She wanted to feel his prick moving inside her. She wanted to have Ted's dick splitting her vagina and thrusting hard into her pussy.

But Ted's tongue continued to drive her wild, sending her into a second wild orgasm before he finally pulled his mouth away from her sex.

"Oh, sweet darling! Lover... "

"You had better watch what you're saying," Ted warned humorously.

"I don't care. It's true. You are my lover."

"Your fianc' might not like that."

"My fianc'? Hah! He doesn't even count."

Ted could understand her feelings after meeting the handsomely masculine wimp. But now that he knew the guy a little, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But not sorry enough to turn away his future spouse's charms.

"Come here," she muttered, reaching for his prick. "Gimme!" She pinched its weeping head, teased its underside, then closed her fingers around it and began to stroke it. She moaned with pleasure, flexing his shaft with one hand while the other cruised through his thick thatch of wiry cock hair to trace the muscles of his thighs, then returned to tickle his hairy scrotum.

"I want this in me," she croaked.

"My pleasure... "

He settled back on his heels and she spread her knees for him to mount her. Spreading her cunt lips with his fingers, he pressed his cockhead to her opening. He eased into her wet heat with a groan.

"Oh, my!" she gasped, clutching him tightly again with her arms and legs.

Ted grunted and began driving into her loins. Each stroke of his slick prick sent a shudder through Leena, and her wet sex drooled juices all along the shaft as it stretched inside her. Her whole being seemed to center on the movement of its fat tip as it glided smoothly in and out between her clasping tissues.

Ted was lost in the sensation. She was so smooth and soft inside, but her vaginal grip was so possessive. It robbed him of his reason, his will to resist, his desire to hold back. It drove him to a headlong frenzy of fucklust. His prick began pounding her vagina, driving his prick to the very back of her pussy. He wanted to become a part of her, to join with her forever, to breathe with her breath, pulse with her heartbeat, and twitch with her spasms. It was a confused mixture of emotions that pounded in his breast: a mixture of lust...and love... . The gentler emotion had the most power.

Leena was babbling, overwhelmed by the sensations of the thrusting stiffness penetrating her cunt channel, the stinging slap of his testicles against her buttocks in time with his lunges, the simple, overpowering masculinity of his muscular body plundering her. Over and over. She held onto him, trying to hold back her rising heat to match his arousal.

It wasn't a selfish act, this delay of her own reactions, even though she knew the excitement would be multiplied if they came together. It was a sincere desire to share her pleasure with him. For she, too, was feeling more than lust from this coupling. Somehow, that deeper emotion, love, had gotten mixed with things.

But raw lust became the driving force as their arousal intensified. The slapping together of hot, wet, male and female flesh added to the delicious, sucking sound of greedy genitals that echoed through the room and mixed with their grunts and moans and shouts of excitement.

"Aaaaarghhhh! I'm gonna come, baby!" Ted groaned, thrusting the broad tip of his cock to her cervix and holding it there as his balls tensed.

"Come, sweetheart," she cooed. "Come!"

His thick shaft jerked inside her and started spurting, filling her twitching sheath with hot sperm.

Leena squealed and let go. Her own climax crashed over her, tearing apart her frayed nerves. The movement of the cock through her pulsing cunt sent a frothy outpouring from her vagina, and foam gathered on her stretched cunt lips. Clutching tightly, her tender tissues milked the life from the waning cock, greedily draining it of every last drop of creamy semen.

She didn't release him when it was over. Her arms and her legs still clung to her body, holding his feeble penis locked inside her body.

"That was perfect," she said.

He laughed softly. "Maybe next time."

"No," she said, not letting him ruin the serious moment with levity. "Every time is perfect. With you."

"You just don't have that much experience."

"I don't want that much experience," she said, staring hard into his eyes. Then, her gaze softened again. "It's true, isn't it?"

He sighed. "Yes, it's perfect," he said, the admission having a deeper meaning than the words alone.

And it made him feel like a heel.

"I did something today," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

"What's that?" she asked, her voice still groggy from loving.

"I got your boyfriend laid."