Chapter 8
The doctor told Sharon that she was lucky. Her ass had been abused. Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as the beating that Owen had absorbed. He gave her a shot to ease the pain and applied an unguent to her bruised buttocks.
He prescribed the same treatment of compresses and ointment that Owen had. They came out of the examining room.
"What's the verdict, doc?" Duncan asked.
"She'll live! Nothing too serious. In fact, she should be as good as new within a day or so. Lucky, you got to her in time. By the way, what's the team's chances without Trevors?" he asked.
"Thanks for your help, Doc," Duncan answered. "Oh, I guess the team will manage without Trevors! Personally, I don't give a damn anymore! All hell's going to break loose tomorrow. Remember, you don't know a thing!"
"Okay!" the medico agreed, "but you owe me a favor."
"Name it! It's yours if I can swing it," Duncan agreed.
"If that pro team of yours ever gets into a play-off, you owe me a pair of tickets to the game," the doctor requested.
"It's a deal!" Duncan answered.
When they got back to the house, Duncan sent Owen to his room. He stepped into Sharon's room.
"Thanks, Duke, for everything!" she said. "Good night!"
He remained in the room, his eyes made a search of the room. "So this is where you live! Not bad!" He ignored her remark.
"Yes, this is my room. I said good night. Aren't you leaving?" she asked.
Duncan shook his head. "Uh-uh! I've got nothing to do. I'm going to stay here and protect you and take care of your treatment." He gave her a friendly grin.
"But you can't stay in my room overnight! What will the administration say?" she protested weakly.
"Screw the administration!" he replied. "After tomorrow, you'll be relieved of all duties. Besides, you'll be leaving. In addition, you're a marked woman right now!"
She giggled. "In more ways than one!" She moved towards him. "I haven't rewarded my hero yet."
"What I have in mind for a reward, you're in no condition now to bestow on me. I'll take a rain-check on it," he said.
"No more rain checks!" she answered. "If I can't go all the way, at least let me try to go part of the way."
Sharon reached out and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips sealed in a tender kiss. She opened her mouth to dispatch her tongue into his mouth. It collided gently against Duncan's waiting tongue. The two oral appendages entwined in a lingual embrace. Their lips sealed together as they passionately exchanged kisses.
Duncan held his arms around the middle of her back. She pressed her pelvis into his crotch. The erogenous bulge was present. Her ass felt a slight twinge of pain as her buttocks flexed from the thrust of her hips.
She guided him back toward the door, their mouths still welded together. Reaching out, she snapped off the light. Her hand slid to the zipper on his fly. She inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. Her fingers closed over his hard-on. A tremor swept through her. In seconds, his cock was freed from its confining space.
Her fingers examined the full hardness of his large prick, as Duncan felt her hands unfastening his trousers. His pants, loosened, drop around his ankles. Sharon grabbed the elastic band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down over his hips.
He drew his mouth away from hers. "Now what?" he asked.
Sharon's cool hands swept over his hips. "Just this!" she answered as she sank to the floor. Her hands continued to glide over his flanks, feeling the strength in his thighs. All she was interested in was in pleasing him. Satisfying part of the desires burning within his loins!
One of her hands curled around his shaft. Lambently, her fingers rolled his thick cock in circular up and down motions. His balls were cupped in the palm of her other hand. She hefted the weight of his stones. He was well hung. She slipped her palm past his balls and massaged his perineum. Her fingers slipped caressingly into the crack of his ass.
Sharon drew his cock to her mouth. She pursed her lips and slowly vacuumed his prick into her oral cavity. The lips closed about the cockhead. Her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned in his rigid rod. Duke's cock disappeared inch by inch. Soon she had half of his cock imbedded in her mouth.
She held his prick captive with her lips. Her tongue rolled around the corona of his shaft. His hands reached for her head as he pushed his hips forward. Duncan's knees bent slightly. A low moan of pleasure reached Sharon's ears. She thrilled to the fact that her mouth was creating sensuous rumblings in him.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned in response to Duncan's moans. Her tongue continued to dance around his fleshy maypole. She absorbed as much of his dick as she could. She lavished his cock with loving saliva as her tongue lapped over his hard flesh.
Duncan pumped his hips, fucking her oral cunt. Her hands clasped his buttocks bringing his crotch closer to her face. His pelvis gyrated in erotic approval of her lingual efforts. She sensed the oncoming orgasm as his groans and thrusts became more intense.
The thick come caught her by surprise. She was guided by her experience with the young boys. Their loads weren't as copious and thick as Duncan's. For a moment, Sharon thought she might gag. Her practiced mouth soon controlled the flow of his jism as she swallowed his sweet cum. As though on cue, both uttered ecstatic moans of bliss. Both enjoyed the thrilling culmination of the act.
Reluctantly, her lips surrendered the shrinking cock. He gazed down at Sharon in the dark and whispered, "That was the best I ever had."
"Best what?" she teased. "Go ahead and say it. Nothing you can say will offend me. Not after tonight!"
"That was the best blow-job. Honest!" he said.
"It really wasn't that good," she contradicted him. "I can do better if it wasn't for my poor ass."
"Which reminds me," he replied. "I think we ought to give you a treatment." Duncan reached behind him and switched on the lights. They closed their eyes briefly at the sudden light. She squinted at him. Their eyes soon adjusted to the change.
"You get the compresses while I undress," she told him.
Duncan returned and applied the wet cloth to her buttocks. As she lay there, he slipped his hand between her thighs. His fingers caught the hairy patch, and passed inside the thick lips hidden by the bush. Sharon wriggled her hips slightly.
"Oooo! That's nice! But don't start anything you can't finish. Right now, I don't think I'm in any condition to enjoy whatever you're going to do," she told him. "Every time I move my hips, it shakes my ass. And when I shake my ass, that's when it hurts."
"Don't worry, I won't excite you. I just want to feel your cunt," Duncan said. "It's so nice and warm. I bet we fit together real nice when the time comes," he mused.
"If you don't take your finger out now, it'll be my time to come," she laughed. "There's nothing more I would enjoy right now than having your finger frig my hole. I'd settle for that in place of a good fuck! But if you started to move that finger around, I'd get good and hot."
"Well, at least I get to feel your ass when I put on that cream. Where the hell is it?" he asked.
"In my pocketbook. Over on the chair."
He got up and brought her the purse. She opened it and handed him the ointment. Gently, he applied the unguent to her buttocks. Sharon winced at the touch because of the slight pain, but his soothing fingers erased the ache and replaced it with a lascivious thrill. She was happy that he was still interested in her in spite of all that happened.
"Duke!" she said, her thoughts contemplating their association. He answered with a questioning "yes?"
"Do you really think we're compatible? I mean, you've only known me for about a month! We've only been out a couple of times together. How do you know we're right for each other?" she asked.
"Do you think we're right for each other?" he parried her question by asking her one.
"That's not fair! I asked you first!" she pretended to pout. "By now you know I'm no virgin! I'm a female lecher. I haven't a redeeming feature that you could admire."
"Now, you're deprecating yourself!" he chided her. "First of all, I'm not interested in virgins. Too much trouble breaking one in. Secondly, I don't mind having a female lecher just so long as I'm the only one she letches.
"And last of all, you're a good looking girl and smart. That's a good combination for the mother of my kids. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. "You've made me very happy. Do you think you'll have much trouble with the school's administration tomorrow?"
"Christ! You worry a lot! How come you didn't worry when you got yourself into this mess?" he asked.
"That's a low blow!" she admonished him. "I thought you said you didn't mind me being a lecher!"
"So I did! Don't worry! Tomorrow, I'll straighten out this whole mess. I'll tender your resignation for you. Then I'll get you a ticket on my flight Saturday. You'll love California! Once I get squared away, I'm going to make an honest woman out of you. I'm going to marry you," he told her.
Sharon twisted her body slightly, holding out her arms. "Come here, you big jock! I want to kiss you!"
He moved to the head of the bed and she threw her arms about his neck. Duncan's mouth was smothered with her kisses. She was elated by this turn of events. He had saved her life from becoming a shambles. Sharon never expected this to happen.
It was a wonderful dream come true. In retrospect, she couldn't understand why this hadn't happened sooner to her. Maybe, she never met Mr. Right Guy! No matter! Duke Duncan was Mr. Right Guy as far as she was concerned.
The prospect of going out to California and becoming Mrs. Duncan excited her.
He unfastened her arms from his neck. "Where's the key to lock the door?" he asked.
A puzzled look crossed her face. "It's on the dresser. Why?"
"I'm going out to get us a pizza. I want to make sure that no one comes in with you in that state," he answered. "I'd be very upset if something else happened to you."
"You'd be upset? How the hell do you think I'd feel?" she asked.
"You'd love it, you lecherous wench!" he said.
Duncan laughed as she awkwardly threw her pillow at him. He went out the door and locked it. She got up to retrieve the pillow. Pausing in front of a mirror over her dresser, she turned her back and tried to look at her bruised ass. It was a helluva lot worse than the first time Wayne worked her ass over.
That sonovabitch! she thought. She wished she had the chance to work his ass over. After she got through with him, he wouldn't have an ass to sit on!