Chapter 11
After David went to work Monday morning, Laura moved a few of her clothes to his house. Basically a prudent, conservative person in everything but her sex life, she wasn't comfortable giving up her house and moving in with him on the spur of the moment. II things worked out, she could always move the rest of her stuff later. In the meantime, she wanted to keep an escape route open.
She watched herself in the mirrors as she undressed, then took the cordless phone with her and went out by the pool to soak up some rays. The sun made her lazy. She was almost asleep when the phone rang.
"Hi, sweet lady," David said. "I got lonely for the sound of your voice."
"Silly. You saw me before you left this morning. Don't tell me you're already horny again. Didn't I drain that thing completely before breakfast?"
"Yes. That's why I miss you. I started thinking about how good your pussy feels and tastes. What are you doing right now?"
"Soaking up some rays. Nude."
"You make me hotter than hell. Maybe I'll take off early and take advantage of you. Do you always sunbathe in the nude?"
"I don't often sunbathe at all. I'm nude now because I don't own a swimsuit. Besides, I like the freedom of being naked, and there's no one around."
"Don't ever buy one. There is someone around, though. Or should be. I sent Carlos out to round up the horses and get them back to the stables."
"Oh? Maybe I'd better go inside. If he sees me like this, he might get ideas."
David chuckled. "Honey, he's at least 70 years old."
"So? That doesn't mean his cock doesn't get hard. If a man continues to fuck, there is no age limit on his virility. Just to prove my point, I might go down to the stables in my birthday suit and see what happens. You should know better than to challenge me, Mr. Lawyer. Remember what happened to your cock when you did."
"Well, at least let him get the horses back in the stables. Your riding lessons start in a couple of days."
"Then I'll leave him alone. For now. Your cock better not peter out as you get older, by the way. I thought you were just putting me on about teaching me to ride."
"The only way I'll put you on, baby, is the way I did this morning. I've noticed, by the way, that you're taking me much easier now."
"Well, you've certainly given me enough practice the past couple of days. At least now I don't look around for a shoehorn when you mount me. That just goes for my pussy, though. My mouth doesn't stretch so easily."
"I haven't heard you yelling for me to stop."
"Nor will you, lover. I can fuck you blind and still have plenty left," she teased.
"Why don't we just do it until I need glasses? I enjoy looking at you too much."
"You do very well with the Braille system too, my love. What are we going to do tonight?"
"Before or after we fuck?" he laughed. "I've got a surprise for you. Something I'm sure you'll like."
"And you're going to be an old meany and not give me a clue, aren't you?"
"Of course. If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? And we'll see just how old I am, you sexy vixen."
"If I remember correctly, a vixen is a shrew or a female fox. Which one do you think describes me?"
"A female fox, dear. I remember reading that only a mink is more sexually active."
She chuckled. "As I told you the day we met at the resort, you have a glib tongue."
"Keep dinner warm. I'll be home about six."
"Should I sit on the stove or slide down the banister?" she quipped.
"My house doesn't have stairs, so there is no banister. Better not sit on the stove, either. You might damage the merchandise. Guess that means you'll just have to play with your pussy while you wait."
"I don't cum very well when I jack off. Unless someone is watching me. I'll wait until you get home, then play with it."
Laura gave David a kiss at the front door and asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Part of your surprise. You wait here. When I'm ready, I'll come get you."
"You're being very mysterious. What's this all about?"
"Don't be impatient. You'll find out soon enough."
He left her alone for about ten minutes. Then he took her into the bathroom, undressed her, and put her in the big tub.
"Ummm, this feels and smells so good. I didn't know you kept sensual bath oil on hand."
"I don't. I bought it today. Just for you. If you're going to live here, you need feminine stuff. Now, you just relax for a few minutes. I'll be right back."
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the hot water soothe her, still not knowing what he had in mind. Whatever it was, she liked it so far. He climbed into the water with her, breaking her reverie.
"Ready for your bath?" He picked up a big sponge and a bar of scented soap and began to bathe her without waiting for an answer.
"No one has bathed me since I was a little girl. Just what are you doing?"
"Spoiling you all I can, so you'll get hooked."
"I think I'm already hooked. Being with you is like living in a dream."
"It will only get better if I have anything to say about it."
He bathed her carefully and tenderly. When he came to her crotch, she leaned back and spread her legs wide, expecting him to get her off. He used the sponge, then his hand. He played with the lips of her pussy and her clit. Just when she was ready to cum, he stopped.
"Later, my love," he said in response to her arched eyebrow and quizzical look. "I want you to build up to it and cum really hard."
"I always cum hard with you," she said softly. "You are the only man I get off with every time we make love." She tried not to put too much stress on the word man.
If he noticed anything curious about her remark, he ignored it. "Thank you for the compliment. All part of my plan to get you hooked on me."
He finished bathing her, then quickly washed his own body. He took her out of the tub and dried her with a thick, fluffy warm towel. He dried her pussy carefully, then held her hips and began to kiss her slit and lick her clit. Again, he stopped just short of getting her off.
"You'll find perfume on your dressing table. Be sure to put some in your bush. Don't worry about using too much. There's more where that came from."
Flickering light from several long, spice-scented candles reflected in the mirrors lining the bedroom. A red silk sheet covered the bed, giving the room a very erotic atmosphere. She found the perfume, an expensive, exotic scent she had seen advertised, but had never been able to afford. She splashed it on her body lavishly, then stretched out on the bed and waited.
He came into the room, set a bottle of oil on the table, and took an ice bucket on a stand from behind a curtain.
"Champagne, my love," he said, filling two glasses with a flourish. "Wine of the gods for my goddess."
"You know champagne makes me horny," she chuckled. "You're just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me."
"No offense, dear lady, but you're a wilder fuck when you're a little tipsy. The same doesn't hold true for men, by the way. Alcohol releases their inhibitions, but it also dulls their senses."
"Are you saying that a tipsy woman is an easy fuck and a tipsy man is a fucking dud?"
"Something like that. Turn over and let's find out if this oil lives up to its billing."
He began the massage at her feet, using a lot of oil. The more he rubbed, the warmer her skin felt. By the time he reached her buttocks, she felt a warm glow infusing her relaxed body. He worked on her buttocks for several minutes. He kneaded the firm, shapely mounds, and pulled them apart and pressed them together. Then he dribbled oil down the crack of her ass and rubbed it in well with the tip of his finger. He teased her anus, applied more oil, and gently wormed his finger inside.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered. "That feels good." Her hips began to rotate slowly.
"Ever had it up the ass?" he asked softly.
"A few times," she murmured. She didn't tell him that a woman wearing a dildo introduced her to ass-fucking.
He continued to finger-fuck her ass until she began to enjoy it, then withdrew his finger. He massaged her lower back, then went back to her ass. He dribbled more oil in her crack. This time, he worked it into the small space between her pussy and her asshole, then moved on to the lips of her pussy.
She started wriggling her hips, trying to get his finger into her hole or on her clit. Again, he refused to get her off. He finished her back and arms, and patted her on the ass.
"Turn over."
"When are you going to do my pussy?" she murmured.
"When I'm ready," he replied.
"I need to cum, lover. You're getting me all stirred up."
"You're supposed to be. Now, hush and let me work."
Starting at her feet again, he worked up to the top of her thighs. Her legs parted reflex-ively. Once more, he played with the lips of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clitoris. When her hips began to twist and hump, he left her pussy and massaged the rest of her body. He spent several minutes on her tits and nipples, working the oil into the flesh of the big, firm mounds and the taut buds.
She began to moan and squirm. His hands left her tits and she moaned louder. "Damn," she muttered. "What are you doing to me?"
He only chuckled. He wanted to get her so hot she would be ready to cum the instant he touched her clit. He was succeeding, too. She needed to cum so badly, she would surely die. The combination of oil and desire heated her from her skin to the very core of her being.
He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and the crook of her neck. His tongue played lightly around her puckered areolae, carefully avoiding her turgid nipples. Her tit tips got fatter and longer and harder. She began to grope for his cock and he moved away, just out of her reach. He wanted her to concentrate only on the sensations of her own body. His tongue slithered down the middle of her body, pausing at her navel to tickle the rim and dip inside.
When his mouth touched her thick bush, she sighed deeply, sure that he would eat her pussy. Instead, he kissed and tongued the hollows at the top of her thighs. She shifted her hips from side to side, trying to get her pussy under his mouth. He lifted and spread her legs, then tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
She became desperate to get off, consumed by the need for release. No one had ever paid such attention to her body and built her desire this way. Always before, she had been an active participant in her seduction and debauchment. Now he forced her to remain passive-to the extent she could!-and wait until he was ready for her to cum.
"Please, darling, do me," she whimpered. "Please, do something to me! Anything!"
"I am doing something, baby. Don't you like it?"
His tongue curled around the mouth of her cunt and she nearly levitated off the bed. He didn't stick his tongue inside, as she hoped he would. He licked her outer lips from bottom to top, then the inner lips from top to bottom. She writhed and squirmed, her body a series of fluid movements from her toes to her ears. Just when she thought his tongue was going to land on her clitoris, it left her body entirely.
"Oh, no!" she moaned desperately. "Oh, God, lover, please!" she pleaded.
He pulled her gash open and applied the tip of his tongue to her big, bloated clit. She began to jerk and scream before he even started licking her love bud. His touch sent her into a frenzy of orgasmic bliss. He began to vibrate his tongue and her movements became wilder. So disorderly that he had to hang onto her hips to keep her from flying across the bed on her back.
He continued to tongue her clit, bringing her off twice. When she reached the peak of her second climax, he crawled forward and stuck the end of his prick in her hot, soupy hole. The jumbo knob split her pussy lips and his thick shaft slid steadily into her tight sheath. He gave her about half of his cock, then began to fuck her slowly, stretching her cunt wider, loosening her up.
She took the full length of his king-size dong with ease. And came harder than ever. She had reached the plateau where anything, and everything, made her cum. Her contractions came one after the other, overlapping, a relentless string of glorious seizures.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her cunt, backed away and flipped her over. She automatically struggled to her hands and knees. He took her by the hips and pulled her ass back and down, skewering her cunt again with his stiff rod. She rocked back and jerked her ass down, easily accepting his cock, until the soft curve of her buttocks nestled in his lap. He put his arms around her and fondled her tits and pussy mound as he began to fuck her with short, rapid strokes.
She didn't start cumming again. She hadn't stopped. Every stroke of his cock increased her orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes focused on the big mirror in front of her. She had the feeling of watching another woman getting thoroughly fucked. The flickering candle light made the images waver and ripple, lending an air of surrealism to the sight. Her orgasms ripped through her body, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a quivering mass of nervous pudding.
Either his finger on her clitoris, or his huge cock in her pussy, would have made her cum hard. Combined, they nearly destroyed her. She reveled in the mind-bending erotic joy that swamped her.
He pushed her away. She fell onto her side, her body quivering and quaking as she continued to climax. In a sexual euphoric fog, she touched her pussy to see if he had cum. Her touch made her cum harder. She began to diddle her clit, consumed by the sensation in her crotch.
He coated his cock with oil, rolled her onto her stomach, and straddled her hips. He spread the cheeks of her ass, put the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus and began to apply pressure.
"Oh?" Laura murmured questioningly. "Oooohhh," she moaned as he opened her back door. She continued to frig her fiery clit, keeping her emotions on a high plateau of pleasure. "Aaahhh, God, yesss!" she wailed. "Oh, yes, darling, fuck my ass! Hump my rump good! Oh, God, I can't stand it! Don't stop! Oh, no! Oh, yes!" she babbled senselessly, unable to make up her mind. "Oh, darling! Give me every inch of your lovely cock! Fill my ass full!"
He already had. His cock hair scrubbed against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He paused, giving her rectum a moment to adapt to the massive intruder, and giving his own emotions a chance to cool. Her asshole felt like a hot, tight fist! He almost shot his load before he got halfway in her. When he felt he dared, he began to fuck her ass with long, slow strokes.
"I did it," she murmured. "I've got it all.. .my ass ate the whole damn thing!"
Without any warning, his orgasm tore through him. Cum began to spew into her guts. She screamed with sweet agony as his throbbing dick set off new waves of orgasmic delight. He began to fuck her ass faster and his roar of triumph and joy joined hers.
He fell on top of her with his cock buried in her ass, held tightly by her clenching sphincter muscle. He wrapped his arms around her and carefully turned them onto their side. They lay motionless, their breathing ragged and shallow. He cupped her tits and felt the rapid drumbeat of her heart through the hot, firm flesh.
"God," she sighed deeply, the one word expressing everything. "Your cock is soft, but it still fills me so full."
"Did I hurt you? I wanted your ass too much not to try it."
"No. My ass will be a little tender tomorrow, but nothing I can't handle. I didn't think I could take you there. You did the right thing by getting me all worked up before you tried. You really did a job on me, lover. Magnificent. For a stodgy old fogey." She laughed and wiggled her ass.
He hunched his hips forward, getting a sharp intake of breath from her. "Stodgy, huh? Old fogey, huh? You've never been fucked better, and you know it."
"Ain't that the ever-loving truth! I think it's working."
"What's that, baby?"
"Your effort to get me hooked. I can't imagine what it would be like to not have your big cock."
"You're forgetting my hands and tongue. Or do you think I'm just a big prick?"
He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits. "I like you, lady. You are everything I hoped you would be."
"I'm just being me, darling. Is there any champagne left? We just might get revived enough for me to find out about your hands and tongue."