A Photographer's Fantasy: Beyond the Bed and the Bath (4)
Copyright© 2014 by Jon Eugene
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - What is Jon to do when Lou tells him that he's supposed to break in an 18 year-old virgin?
The morning's sun was trying to wrap itself around and through the curtains. It was not having a great deal of luck. I had purchased those curtains because I like to sleep in, sans sun. However, my brain was waking up and I knew that once it got going I'd have to get up no matter what time it really was. There was enough light and I could see the hands of my watch pointing to 7:15 AM.
Morning. Before noon. I don't function well before noon. However, the brain was going and I started to get up. Notice I said started, because I was being held down, albeit very lightly by an arm across my chest.
I almost bolted out of bed. 'Oh, my God: I must have fallen asleep on Lou!' I just knew I was in big, big trouble. I traced the fingers on my chest and I could feel my chest tighten with some foreign emotions. I hadn't felt like this in some time, I thought. I intertwined my fingers with hers and brought our hands to my lips. I kissed the palm of her hand and felt a strange wetness come to my eyes. I kissed her hand again and heard Lou's voice.
"Mmmm. That's nice," she said. She brought her head to my back and I felt her give me a few kisses there. "That's a nice, quiet way to wake up." She brought her body in closer and I could feel her breasts pressing into my back, soft and yielding.
I rolled myself towards her until I was facing her. "Good morning, beautiful," I said and kissed her on the lips. She responded by returning my kiss and molding herself to me. I brushed some hair out of her eyes and kissed her eyelids. I held her to me, closely.
It was at this moment my bladder decided to intrude on the moment. It seemed that it didn't take a lot to wake up Mr. Happy, and mornings was just one of those stimulants. I hugged Lou again, sure that she could feel me pressing into her. "Excuse me a moment; I'll be right back," I said.
Lou didn't say anything, but those very expressively dark eyes of hers spoke volumes. They spoke of the promise that she'd be there when I got back; that we wouldn't be going back to sleep; that she was just getting started with me; that I'd better get my heart checked, as it was going to be an exciting, heart-pounding ride. Yeah, those eyes were very expressive.
I didn't take very long, that's for sure. As I shook the last drops off, I turned and there was Lou waiting her turn. She brushed by me, her hand taking liberties with my cock. She dropped the seat and sat down. I turned away from her to the sink. Without saying a word, I reached under the sink and pulled out a package containing a new toothbrush. I made a show of opening the packaging and placing the new toothbrush in the holder next to the one already there. I took the second one (mine) out of the holder and proceeded to brush my own teeth.
I heard her passing water and I watched her in the mirror. She took a wad of toilet paper and said, in a little girl voice I was going to come to love and dread because it always led to something kinky, "Jonny, can you clean me up?"
I spat and rinsed my mouth, then turned and knelt between her wide-spread knees. I took a couple of gentle swipes at her pussy and then dabbed at her. She had scooted forward to the edge of the seat, so I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her clit. Her dreams must have been of the erotic sort, as her clit was a bit distended. As I kissed it, I sucked it in and flicked it with my tongue. I heard Lou's sharp intake of breath, and then she pushed my head away.
"Oh, you're so good to me, Jonny," she said, "but that seat is not very comfortable. Just a sec." She got up and moved to the sink. She then prepared the new toothbrush and hopped up on the counter next to the sink. "Much better," she declared and spread her legs and proceeded to brush her teeth.
I'm not totally stupid; I took the hint and dove into her displayed pudenda, first taking a long swipe from her rosebud to her clit. She shuddered at the start of that swipe and shivered at the end. I then commenced to nibble and lick every inch of her exposed labia and, delicately, on her clit. I felt her turn slightly and heard her spit into the sink. As I continued my ministrations on her, she learned further over the sink. I heard the tap run for a few seconds and heard her rinsing. She spat again, turned back to me and smiled. She reached over for a towel and wiped her face and, as I blew on her clit, I saw her eyes roll back into her head.
She hunched her hips up at me and I leaned backward slightly. She probably expected my mouth to remain where it was, and when her hips reached up, I was gone. I stood up and pushed my hips forward, meeting her very wet pussy at the edge of the counter. I reached around her, pulled her up to me and plunged into her. We both gasped and her legs went around my hips and waist. I picked her up, and more of my cock was covered and surrounded by her heat. When she was in my arms and off the counter, I turned and waddled to the bedroom.
She was laughing, but she made sure her arms were tight around my neck and her legs held her in place. My cock was as stiff as iron; a good thing, as anything less would let her slip down. Each step jarred us, bringing her clit into greater contact with my pubis. It was almost as if she were riding me and each step was a bounce and each bounce moved me in and out of her and each step and each bounce were extremely stimulating.
Eventually, we made it to the foot of the bed. As I was bending my knees and letting Lou fall back on the bed, she slipped off of me. Lou made a little cry of dismay. I lost my balance and I fell onto her, and as I did, I plunged deeply back into her.
Lou's little cry of dismay as we separated became a grunt of joy as I bottomed out inside her. As I was trying to hold my weight off of her, she grabbed my head in both hands, pulled me down to her and fiercely kissed me. I started moving in her, drawing back, but I didn't get far, as her legs were around me and held me to her. Instead of me moving, it was her, wriggling her hips back and forth, up and down on my cock. I let her do that for a few moments until I wanted more and used my superior strength to push myself partly out and then deeply into her. By the second stroke, she had caught my rhythm and we were off to the races.
"Harder, Jonny!" she cried. "Harder, please, faster!" I didn't want to hurt her, but I didn't want to disappoint her, either, so I pounded into her as hard as I could. If we were on the floor, maybe I could give her what she wanted, but it was difficult on the bed. I was hit with sudden inspiration.
I gathered her once again into my arms and use the end of the bed as my fulcrum and my legs and upper back as my lever. I pushed up with one arm and used my back to provide the motive power. In this way, I was able (barely) to lift the two of us off the bed. Once again, I was standing.
I dropped to my knees, ignoring the pain, once again impaling Lou as deeply as I was capable. With one hand stretched out in front of me, I lowered myself and Lou to the floor. 'This will give us much more positive feedback, ' I said to myself.
"You want it harder?" I asked. She nodded. "Let's see if this will be hard enough!" I really slammed into her.
Lou's eyes popped wide open and she mad a small sound. The floor didn't give and Lou's butt was pinned to the floor. I started to really lay it on her. As I did, her legs tightened around me and her arms held me tightly. I could feel her nails biting into my flesh. With each slap of our bodies coming together, Lou moved a little and I had to crawl a little ways to her. That explains the burns we treated later on each other!
"Oh, yes, Jonny!" she cried, "just like that!" Harder, harder! I'm almost there!"
I redoubled my efforts and we scooted a little ways across the floor. I was at the end of my ability to hold off, so I concentrated on that. With a cry high in her register, I felt her pussy grip my cock and then I was spurting and I gave a cry of my own. I pumped five or six good, healthy spurts into her and collapsed on to of her.
My efforts were rewarded with a barrage of kisses. "I (kiss) came (kiss) so (kiss) hard (kiss), Jonny (kiss, kiss)!" After a couple more kisses, I straightened up a little and looked down at her. She still had her arms around my neck when she said, "Wow! I didn't know you were so strong!"
"It's not like you weigh a whole lot," I said. "You're perfect."
"I know," she said. "And you're perfect for me!"
I got to my knees. "I don't know about you," I said as I stood up, "but I'm feeling very hungry. I'm cooking: what would you like?"
"How about pancakes?" she asked, as she got up. A drool of semen started coursing down her leg. "After we clean up, that is," she amended.
"I can go one better than that, if you like," I said. "How about waffles? I have a couple of waffle irons, one round and one that makes 'em square." I headed to the bathroom.
"Really?" she squealed, incredulous. "That'd be great! Now if only we had some sausage to go with 'em!" She sighed.
"Link or patty?" I asked as I took a washcloth and wiped down my dick. I rinsed the cloth out in hot water and handed it to Lou.
"Surprise me," she said. "I'll meet you downstairs."
I took my heavy robe from the back of the door and shrugged it on. "You wouldn't have another of those?" she asked. "I'm a bit chilly around the edges."
"No, you're not," I said. "You're as hot as an August night in Alabama!" I went straight to the bedroom closet, moved some things around and found one even heavier then the one I was wearing. "Here," I said, handing it to her. "How's this?"
She took it and said, "Wonderful." She closed the door and I went to get breakfast started.
The first thing I did when I got downstairs was to go to the pantry. Not only did I keep my cans, jars and mixes there, but also some of the lesser used tools for cooking like the waffle irons. I chose the round one and put it on the counter, plugged it in and let it start heating while I read the directions for waffles on the pancake mix box. I gathered the necessary ingredients, including some blueberries as a special surprise for Lou. I also got the mixing bowl, measuring cups, etc. I also took the cast iron fry pan from the rack above my head and got the link sausage I had out of the refrigerator. Then I got serious about this breakfast business.
I got the sausage started in the skillet and then turned my attention to the mixing of the waffles. I got that done shortly after the waffle iron beeped its readiness and I sprayed the surfaces liberally and poured some of the mixture into the waffle iron. While it was cooking, I pulled out some plates and glasses and set the table.
It was like watching a pot boil, I guess, because it seemed to take a very long time for everything to get ready. While I was waiting, I got the syrup out and put it into a sauce pan warmed it in some water. Someone once told me that the big secret to good cooking was to have everything ready to serve at the same time. I tried, truly I did, but I didn't get the tea ready with everything else; I almost forgot it entirely!
The iron beeped to tell me the first waffle was ready. I took a near-perfect waffle out and placed it on a heat-resistant plate and put it in the toaster oven. I sprayed the iron and got more mix into it for a second, Lou's, waffle. The sausage smelled great and that's when I remembered the tea. I quickly put a pot of water on another burner and got that started. The sausage was ready by this time and I put that on another plate and put it in the oven, also. I got the syrup bottle dried off and on the table along with some butter just as Lou came down the stairs.
She must have taken a shower, as her hair was wet. As she came into the dining room she said, "Everything smells so wonderful! When can we eat?" Just as she said that, the beeper on the iron beeped and her waffle was ready.
I got it and set the toaster over on for about 1 minute so that I could get another waffle started while mine and the sausage warmed. I sprayed and poured and got my waffle and the sausage and sat down. Lou had already prepared hers with butter and was pouring the syrup. She had a huge smile on her face.
"Blueberry waffles! How did you know they were my favorite?" she asked as she shoveled a piece into her mouth. Her "mmmm" was music to my ears.
"I didn't know," I said, spreading butter on mine. "I had high hopes, though!"
"They're wonderful!" she said as she speared a couple of links. "You surprise me; I didn't expect you to be a cook, too." Just then, the tea kettle started singing and the waffle iron beeped. "Are there any more?" Lou asked.
"Funny you should ask," I answered. I gave her the waffle in the iron, put the last of the batter into the iron and put the water into the pot. I had already put tea leaves into the pot, so about 5 minutes of steeping would give us the tea. I came back in and sat down and finished my waffle. We didn't talk a whole lot, but we did enjoy the food. The beeper on the iron sounded off again and I got the last waffle and brought in the teapot.
"I shall be Mother," Lou declared in a British accent as she began to pour the tea. I nodded and chewed. The sausage was delicious. In fact, all of it was pretty good. Sometimes, I surprise myself!
We ate in companionable silence for a few more moments. I know I was staring at Lou, lost in the contemplation of how lucky I was. Luckily for me, she didn't notice, as she was busy gazing around, checking out the décor. My place was rather Spartan, but not entirely without decoration. I have my share of knick-knacks, gee-gaws and gim-cracks, and my walls are anything but bare, as I have a number of photographs and art pieces hanging around. As she finished eating, Lou picked up her mug of tea, got up and looked more closely at some of the pieces hanging there.
When I finished, I gathered up the plates and utensils and placed them in the sink. Lou followed me with the glasses. She rinsed them out and turned to me and I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. She responded, pushing her tongue past my lips and teeth and our tongues dueled there for a few moments.
We finally broke our kiss in order to breathe. When we did, Lou took me by the hand and led me back to the table. She sat me down on my chair, pushed my knees apart and knelt between them. I figured she was randy again and was going to give me a blow job to stiffen me up again. Not that it was really necessary; being around Lou had me in a near perpetual state of arousal. Then she did something that surprised me. She reached up and took the syrup and poured some onto my cock. Thank goodness it was still warm!
"Mmmmm. Nice and sweet, just the way I like my sausage," Lu said, arching her eyebrows. She then proceeded to like the syrup off my cock, using long, slow strokes of her tongue. When she reached the crown, she sucked the head in and I was in delicious agony. She popped off of it after a couple of seconds sucking on me, then proceeded on another portion of my cock, licking until she came to the tip, and then sucking me in again. She did this several times and I was almost ready to release my load inside her mouth. She must have realized this, as she suddenly stopped and pinched the base of my cock, saying "Not yet. I want it where it belongs."
So saying, she stood up, opened her robe and straddled my legs. She scootched up until her pussy came into contact with my cock. She rose up a little, lined my cock up with her hole and then impaled herself with a long sigh. I put my arms around her and supported her as she reached back to the table and grabbed the syrup bottle. She poured a little onto her right nipple and said, "You've been such a good boy this morning, you deserve a treat." With that, she directed my head to her breast.
I began as she had, with just licking. That, however delicious the syrup was, was not nearly satisfying as nibbling on her nipple. It hardened and lengthened and I put it between my incisors and pulled my head back. It stretched and I got a little "ooh, that's nice, Jonny," whispered in my ear. I sucked it back into my mouth and I suckled just like a baby, making sure every molecule of syrup was gone from Lou's breast.
Lou used both hands to push me away, but only long enough to pour some syrup on the other breast. She pulled my head towards her with a very slight tug, and I was suckling the other breast in an instant. In moments she began to moan and move up and down on my cock. It was very nice and I could tell that she was getting a lot out of it, but for some reason, perhaps because I had come once already that morning, or perhaps because the angle wasn't the best for me, I knew I wasn't going to be able to climax. Lou, however, had set her rhythm, and I could feel her dragging herself along the hair of my lower stomach and then rubbing her clit at the base of my cock.
My continued sucking, gnawing and nibbling on her nipples contributed to the rise of her orgasm. She could have an orgasm just from nipple love alone.
Her pace became a little more frantic, and I did what I could to help her along, humping up at her descending quim and giving our meeting just a little extra bump. Soon, she gave her signature cry and she collapsed into my arms, breathing heavily.
After a moment, she raised her head and looked into my eyes. She put her hands on either side of my head, pulled me down and kissed me. "Wow," she said. "You get me off every time. How about you?"
I held there in my arms, looking deeply into her eyes. "Not yet," I said.
"Not yet?" she asked. "What do you mean? I..." I cut her off with a kiss and started to stand up. She squawked as I rose up. With one hand, I made sure that there was nothing on the table and then laid Lou down on the table.
"My turn," I said and pulled almost all of the way out and then plunged in, hard. Lou squealed again. She flung her arms out, hitting one of the mugs, but luckily not knocking it to the floor. One mug was against the wall, and each successive thrust by me bounced it around a little.
"Oh, I like this," Lou squealed. "Come on, Jonny, cum, already! Pump me full, make me a mommy!"
There it was again, that talk about having babies. The thought of her carrying my child burst into my brain, and my thrusts became frantic. I could hear Lou's keening again and knew what it meant. One last, deep, hard thrust and I was emptying myself into her spurt after spurt, up against her cervix. If she wanted a baby, I was going to do my part, that's for sure.
We were both panting heavily with our exertions. I gently picked up Lou, hooking my foot around the leg of my chair and plopped us into the chair. Lou let out a soft 'oof' and then laid her head on my shoulder.
"Wow!" exclaimed Lou, quietly. "If I hand known just how good you were, I would have chosen you much earlier in my life!" She chuckled.
"Oh, you would have, would you?" I said, pushing her slightly away from me. "You haven't scratched the surface, yet." I started nuzzling her neck and ear. "Wait until we explore some of those fantasies of yours!" I felt her inner muscles spasm slightly, squeezing my softening cock.
I sat up straighter and leaned her back a little. "However," I started, "we probably need to talk. What's with all of this 'give me a baby' stuff?"
"Well," began Lou. She never got a chance to answer. Suddenly, there was knocking on the back door, followed by a loud "Woof", followed by, and nearly simultaneous with, the back door slamming and a dog frantically trying to climb into my lap, which was already occupied by Lou. All this was accompanied by a cheery, "Mr. E? Are you home?"