Chapter 6
That afternoon, Teri read as she patiently waited for the baseball game to end. When the last out was recorded, she turned off the TV and took Rick's hand.
"Come with me, darling," she said.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to give you a bath."
"Oh? Did my deodorant fail?"
"No. I'm going to be your therapist this afternoon. And I expect your full cooperation."
"How can I say yes or no when I have no idea what you're going to do?"
"Trust me. I'm not going to do anything to hurt or embarrass you. You have nothing to lose. Humor me."
"You sound like a politician. But okay, why the hell not?"
"The rules are simple. You let me do everything I want to, and you don't touch me until I say you can. Don't even try to predict what I want and respond to it. In fact, I don't expect any response at all to anything I do."
"Well, that's sure different.
"I know. That's what this is all about."
She put him in the tub and began to scrub him. "I like to touch your body."
"I assume you have a reason for doing this."
"I seldom do anything without a definite purpose, darling. How else can I know when I've got to where I want to go? Up you go now." She dried his body, then patted his ass. "Go stretch out on the bed and wait for me."
Teri hung her robe on the back of the door and used the bidet. She applied perfume in several strategic places, then went into the bedroom.
"Get on your tummy and relax. Time for your massage."
She spent nearly an hour, and used lots of oil, to rub, knead, and lightly pummel his backside from foot to head. In that order. She remembered to always work toward the heart. By the time she finished, he was fully relaxed.
She patted his ass and said, "Turn over, darling."
"You do that very well."
"Thank you. I once took a course in the art of sensual massage."
She did the front of his body, avoiding his cock and balls. As she massaged him, she rubbed her pussy along his legs and let her nipples graze over his skin. When she finished, she coated the front of her own body with oil.
She stretched out full-length on top of him. He put his hands on her ass. She removed them gently, but firmly, and put them on the bed by his hips. She squirmed and writhed on top of him for several minutes. Then she got on her hands and knees over him and rubbed just her tits all over his body. He quivered and sighed when her nipples passed over his cock and along the inside of his thighs.
She lifted him and stuffed the pillows behind him. "There now. Comfy?"
"Very. I'm almost asleep."
"Not for long," she giggled.
She sat down in front of him and extended her legs. She put his legs over hers and scooted forward until her crotch was inches from his. His balls and limp cock hung down between his wide-spread legs.
She slipped her left hand under his balls and lifted them in her palm. "Your balls are so big. That's a sign of virility." She spoke softly, soothingly. "like a strong bull." She curled her fingers over his nuts. She gently rolled his nuts around, keeping her touch very light. "Maybe someday, you'll believe you're not a one-shot-Charlie."
"I'm beginning to believe," he murmured. "You don't give me any choice. A simple funeral will be fine."
"A cock is a muscle, darling, and a muscle gets stronger with use," she chuckled.. "If you stay in good health so your blood flows the way it should, you'll still be going strong when you're ninety. I like to play with you. A girl seldom gets the chance. Seems the man is always in a hurry to jab his cock in her tender little pussy and saw away. Fucking isn't only pounding a cock into a woman, you know."
"Desperate men do desperate things," he said. "If a man doesn't get laid regularly, he gets desperate. When he finally gets a girl on her back, he doesn't want to take the chance she'll change her mind at the last minute."
"That doesn't explain the playboy who fucks every night and still doesn't take his time with a girl."
"Maybe he fucks a different girl every night, so he can't take a chance, either. I don't know. I don't talk to other men about my love life."
"I know. That's one of the things I like about you. You set your own course and live by your own standards. That's why you're such a good lover. You don't let other men fill your head full of macho bullshit. You think about what a woman-likes, not what other men think they like. Your cock is gorgeous," she continued, keeping her voice soft and soothing.
"A cock's a cock, isn't it?"
"Only in the sense that they all function the same way. They come in all shapes and sizes and colors." She released his balls, lifted his cock and peeled the foreskin back. "The head of your cock is very prominent and well-shaped. I like that." She leaned over, lifted the head to her lips and kissed it tenderly, lightly.
She looked at his cock as she played with it, only occasionally stealing a covert glance at his face. She didn't want any direct eye contact yet. She wanted him completely relaxed when he came. She continued to play with his prick, using both hands, kissing it lightly now and then.
"Do you like the way I suck your cock?"
"God, yes! Until Kim sucked me, no one had come close to doing it as well as you do."
"I love to suck cock. Having my mouth full of cock really turns me on. Cleopatra was said to have a golden tongue because she was an outstanding cocksucker."
"Where do you get such information?"
"I read a lot." She felt a stirring in his prick. "Cleo was quite a woman. History is full of examples of women, courtesans mostly, who could cast spells over men. I think they were simply very passionate, uninhibited sexpots. I'm very uninhibited." She felt his cock stir and smiled.
"As if I didn't know," he said.
She bared the head of his cock and coated it with oil. She wrapped her left hand around the knob, holding it gently. She continued to squeeze and stroke the shaft with her right hand. His prick slowly increased in size.
She hunched a little closer to him. She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over the lips of her pussy, then through the golden-red cunt hair. His cock got a little bigger. A pearly drop of clear liquid appeared on the end.
She put his cockhead back in the palm of her left hand and squeezed ever so slightly. She continued to jack him with a slow, steady rhythm.
Suddenly, his hips jerked and he started cumming. His half-hard prick emptied itself into her left palm in heavy throbs.
"God damn!" he exclaimed.
"Hush, darling! Let it go." She continued the same slow, steady hand action. "Watching you cum excites me. Come on, give me all of it!" She pulled on his prick until it stopped squirting. "Thank you, darling," she cooed. "That was a good cum."
"My God! You're something else! I cum in your hand with my cock only half-hard, and you thank me?"
"But that's what I wanted, darling. I wanted you to experience a totally relaxed orgasm. I got just what I was after."
"You got nothing!" he said.
Teri giggled. "I got a nice handful of hot cum," she teased.
"What about you? You didn't cum."
"I'm going to do something about that right now. Trade places with me."
Teri pivoted on her ass and sat with her back against the headboard. She kept her left hand, the hand filled with cum, closed.
"Sit down there so you have a good view."
He sat in front of her, cross-legged, staring at her crotch. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, then smeared his cum all over her mound. She spread her cunt lips apart and ran the end of her middle finger up and down the wet slit.
"My pussy's so wet, darling," she murmured. "See how hard my clit is?"
"Teri, let me do something to.. . . " He put his hand on her knee.
"No touching, darling," she admonished softly. "Remember what I said. I want to do this for you. Want you to watch me do it. Has a woman ever played with her pussy just for your viewing pleasure? Besides me, I mean."
"No. But, I want.. . . "
"Take your cock in your hand." She waited until he did. "Good. Now, play with it while you watch me jack off."
She began to finger her cunt. Her breathing became uneven almost immediately. Her big clit fascinated him. The hardy bud stood up, far out of its hood, looking just like a tiny penis.
"I've never seen a bigger clit," he said.
"I know a woman who has a bigger one. Since you like big clits so much, maybe I'll bring her home one night and let you look at hers."
"If I said I'd never seen a woman with a slit that ran sideways, would you bring one home to show me?" he laughed.
"Never can tell what I might do, darling." She touched her love button and shivered. "My clit is so sensitive," she whispered hotly. "like my nipples. Look at my nipples, darling. See how hard they get when I'm really hot?"
He looked. And licked his lips. Her nipples were big and hard. He felt a powerful urge to take one in his mouth. He looked up, met her gaze.
She made firm eye contact, held his gaze and licked her lips. She smiled sexily. A look of devilish delight danced in her dazzling green eyes. A strong sense of sexual arousal pulsed through her body. She looked down, willing his eyes to follow.
He watched as she slid a long, slender finger into her oily love hole. The middle finger of her other hand settled on her clitoris and began to move. Went faster. She closed her eyes and began to frig herself faster. Her thighs trembled. Her pretty face twisted with lust.
Within moments, she went off. Hard! Her hips jerked savagely. She screamed loud enough to make him wince. Her finger was almost a blur as it moved over her clit. Her finger slowed gradually. Her body stopped twitching and jerking. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Oh, my," she whispered. "That was good. Did you watch? I can never seem to keep my eyes open when I cum."
"Yes. I couldn't take my eyes away."
"Good." Her eyes went to his cock. "I see that you liked my little show."
He had forgotten that he had been pulling on his pud. He looked down and grinned. "Incredible," he muttered. "I didn't think the damn thing would get hard again."
"You underestimate your vitality, darling. That, and Doctor Lee's therapy. Stick with me and I'll lead you where no man has ever gone before."
"That sounds familiar," he quipped.