Chapter 2

A couple of hours later, I put everything away, and barefooted my way back into the house. Clean dishes were stacked neatly next to the sink to dry, the counters were as clean as I had seen them in eons. I wandered back to the bedroom, there to find Emily finishing the bedding change by fluffing the pillows.

I smiled at her. Smiling was beginning to feel pretty good.

“So, isn’t it a shame you went to all this trouble to make up this bed so nicely, only to have us about to mess it all up again?”

She tossed the pillow onto the bed, and settled her hands on her hips. “You, young man, will march your dusty butt into the bathroom, and shower all the clippings away, before you even get to think thoughts of romance!”

I made to protest, only to see her double down on her command. “Now, Mark, now!”

I retreated, and stripped in the bathroom, adjusting the water to a suitable temperature. I climbed in, and realized that Emily’s direction was on target. The hot water soothed me, and I was surprised at how much debris I had brought in with me from the yard.

I was in the middle of these deliberations, when a cool draft shook me from my reverie. I looked up, when the shower curtain opened, and a smiling nymph joined me.

Emily looked me up and down, and took in the accumulated debris at my feet. “Looks as if I was right, and you did really need another shower, huh?”

I agreed.

“And, you were right on it, and your yard looks so nice now, just as if somebody actually lived here, now! Nice job!”

I thanked her. I continued, “And, I did notice that this house smells lived in, by actual people, now, and looks so much better, so your own efforts certainly improved things, as well! Thank you for that!”

She moved closer to me, wrapped me up in her embrace, and reached up to kiss me. “You’re welcome. Now that the chores are done, we can have some happy fun times!”

She leaned back, looked between us, and took note of Mr. Happy’s opinion of that plan.

“Well, you are beginning to get into the spirit of things! Here, move a bit, and scrub my back! Once we both are squeaky clean, we can see what fun and games I can entice you into!”

I made as if I was surprised. “Wait, what? I get to rub warm soapy water all over your firm young body? Twice in one day? You know, you may be onto something, here! I like the way you are thinking!”

She beamed at me from over her shoulder. “Oh, just you wait, mister! If you think that this is good times, well, just see what I have planned for you, next! But, for now, please get to scrubbing!”

Again, I soaped up the washcloth, and scrubbed her back until she glowed. She turned to embrace me, and I dropped the cloth, wrapped her up, and we kissed, just as if we meant it.

Visions of her naked beauty had danced before me all morning, and my krenk had been achingly erect all that time. Once again, her warm firm body crushed against mine returned me to throbbing tumescence.

She noticed, leaning back, and glanced down. “Hmm!”, she purred, “I see something that I just know that I will really like!”

She reached between us, and grasped my quivering love lance, stroking me slowly.

“Hmm”, she murmured, “Just the way I like my man! Hot, hard, throbbing, and starting to drool creamy sexy goodness!”

She blinked at me, innocent moue upon her face, eyes big. “Would you like it if I took a taste test? He looks so yummy, I just wanna lick him up one side and down the other, and then see how much I can get into my throat! Oh, please, Mark, can I taste him? Hmm? Please?”

It is a good thing that some questions do not require an answer, since I was incapable of speech. I grunted something, that, fortunately, she took as permission, and she began to descend along my torso, kissing and whispering along the way.

I watched her settle upon her knees, gazing at my cock. Her hand never left my joint, and she leaned in, lapping at the end, sampling my emission.

“Yum! I want more! Would you give me more of your delightful cock cream, please, kind sir?”

Still, without words, I nodded in the shower mist.

She settled her lips down my length, tongue constantly moving moving. I braced myself upon the shower walls, resisting the urge to wrap her dark hair in my hands, drag her down the entirety of my dick, and fuck her throat. Emily occasionally caught my gaze, and smiled around my cock, continuing to attempt to draw my consciousness out of the end of my joint and end splashingly in her stomach.

It was a near thing. She sucked, nipped, laved, and generally polished my knob, moving her one hand in counterpoint along my pulsating shaft, her other hand exploring my balls. She would grasp my scrotum to draw me along with her, now shallower, now deeper, tapping at her throat as if seeking entry.

That is, it had been a near thing, until she drew off me, smiled, took a breath, and descended until her lips were pushed against my pelvis. I felt my cock-head pop past the resistance at the entrance of her throat, and then suddenly plunge full length into her face.

She held me there, for a moment that seemed like an hour, until she slowly withdrew, smooching my bell end once she had released me from her mouth.

She smiled at me, and asked, “Did I do that alright? Are you enjoying my mouth on you?”

I manage to croak out, “Are you kidding me? How can you even wonder? I may never go limp ever again, you have me so revved up! If you continue, I predict you will receive a gully washer of a climax, sperm that I do not think I have even produced yet! You have been gifting me with head for the ages!”

Prettily smiling, she observed, “That’s what I thought!”, and again she inhaled me full length, now reciprocating my dickhead into, and out of her throat, all the while swirling her tongue back and forth.

I had been in a drought recently: her appraisal of my romantic opportunities, while harsh, was spot on. While I had “taken the problem in hand”, so to speak, well, porn and stroking off was a poor, poor substitute for a hot, cute, willing woman who appeared to want nothing more than to feel me empty my prostate down her gullet.

Therefore, I was rapidly approaching my crisis, and I let her know.

“Honey, I’m fixing to empty several months of cum down your throat, any second now! If you want me to cum somewhere else, you are running out of time to change my target!”

She shook her head, as if to deny any other spot for me to cum, and accelerated her cock stroking and tongue polishing. I felt my joy course from my balls, gather behind my pubis, and race down my urethra to coat her tongue and tonsils.

She swallowed, sucked, got another cumshot, swallowed, took me deeply into her throat, and shivered with each subsequent bolt of sex paste.

Eventually, I had nothing more to give her, and she settled back onto her heels, and I leaned against the shower wall.

She ran her tongue around her teeth, as if seeking any drop of my juice, and swallowed. She reached for me, and I took her hand, helping her to her feet. We hugged, again, and she shivered again.

“Oh, yes, you certainly did cum a lot! You filled my mouth several times! You sure seemed to enjoy my suck job, didn’t you?”

I kissed her, and our tongues wrestled briefly. “Sweetie, I certainly did! Thank you for that delightful treat! Now, the hot water is almost out, and we have a nice clean bed to despoil! Let’s dry off, and mess it up!”