Chapter 23

Monday morning, Memorial Day, 1974; hopefully this morning won’t be too awkward. I was first up again, early as usual; I eased out of bed without disturbing Karen and used the bathroom, then dressed in my PT gear and went for a run. The previous night had been fairly cool with a little bit of rain, the morning was perfect for some serious exercise. I was gone for a little over an hour; when I got back about 07:30 Angie and Karen were sitting on the couch talking. Angie was in her robe, and Karen was wearing my shirt from the previous night; it quickly became obvious that was the only article of clothing she was wearing when she jumped up to greet me with a hug and loving kiss.

“I was hoping I’d wake up in bed with you,” she said, giving me a squeeze; “Angie said you normally get up early and go exercise. We’re trying to figure out when you guys need to leave; what we can do today.”

“JB is still not up;” Angie smiled; “You weren’t the only ones to not to go right to sleep when you went to bed. He said you guys need to be back to work tomorrow morning, so I’m assuming you need to leave this afternoon?”

“No later than 4,” I told her. “It’s a 10-hour drive back, and we can take turns driving and sleeping in the car on the way back; but we need to have a little bit of time to rest before going to work tomorrow at 07:30.”

“JB’s folks are gone for the day,’ Angie stated; “so it’s just the four of us. There’s a Memorial Day parade downtown around noon; you could make us breakfast in a bit, then we could go see that,” she smiled at me.

“In a bit?” I asked.

“In a bit,” Karen answered for her, turning me toward our bedroom. “We should be ready for breakfast in an hour or so,” she grinned over her shoulder to Angie.

Angie just giggled, stood up, and headed for her bedroom. “I’ll take my time waking up JB; we’ll meet you in the kitchen at 10:00.”

Karen led me into the bedroom, and stopped us next to the bed. “I’m hoping we’re not done yet,” she murmured, holding me close and nibbling at my lips, wiggling a little. “Last night was great, and I’d like more; but this time, I get to make love to you.”

“I’m a little sweaty, maybe we should take a shower first?” I asked; squeezing her naked ass under my shirt and giving her a kiss.

“We’ll shower together later; I like the way you smell right now,” she giggled, pressing her body against mine and writhing a bit. “I like everything about you. I want to suck on your cock and make you cum, then I want to fuck you; me on top; maybe we’ll try doggy, if we both can last that long. I want to do as much as we can; I’m sure it’s going to be a long time before I get another chance.” She stepped back a bit and pealed my shirt off her luscious body, then pulled my t-shirt up and off me. “I’ve never wanted to do this before; but let me just be your slut this morning,” she grinned and leered at me, then gave me a passionate kiss.

I am not going to try to dissuade her, I guess it’s time for me to just go along and enjoy the ride. We kissed a bit while I cupped and squeezed her magnificent breasts; and then nibbled, suckled, and pulled at her nipples with my lips and teeth; she let me know how much she enjoyed that. I was mostly erect when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and quickly devoured my cock; it was my turn to gasp and moan. She was enthusiastic as hell, bobbing her head and slurping her lips along my length when she pulled back; she seemed to be a little inexperienced, but eager to learn what I liked. She kept glancing up and asking me what to do, how to make it better for me; when I told her to concentrate on the helmet and lash the underside of the tip with her tongue, she went at it with a frenzy.

“Baby,” I moaned; “that feels incredible, so very good; but if you don’t slow down a little, I’m not going to last.”

She giggled as she pulled her mouth back off my cock for a moment and looked up at me, pumping me with one of her hands. “You’re not supposed to last, you’re supposed to cum in my mouth as fast as you can. We haven’t got all morning, as much as I’d like that; and this isn’t the main event either; not if I get my way.” She went back to seriously working on me, then used her hands to move mine to her head. “Fuck my mouth baby, give me your cum; I want to taste you!” Okay; if that’s what she really wants. I grabbed a handful of hair on each side of her head, and started gently thrusting. “Harder,” she gasped when she pulled back again for a moment; “don’t be gentle!” Between her driving her mouth down my length, and my thrusting; my cock was battering the entrance to her throat; I was surprised she wasn’t gagging. I was amazed when she paused and raised herself to her feet; then bent down at the waist until the top half of her was horizontal. She tilted her head way back, and took a deep breath; “We’re lined up now; fuck my face baby, just use me!” she demanded.

When I hesitated; she growled a little and lunged forward; in one smooth move she took me down her throat and nestled her forehead against my abdomen, shaking her head a little as she worked her way down. She paused there for a few seconds; I could feel her swallowing, and her tongue working on my balls; then she slowly pulled back, took another breath, and lunged forward to take me fully again. She repeated this a dozen times, me thrusting more and more every time; it wasn’t long before I was simply fucking her face. We got into a rhythm; every five times I buried my cock into her mouth and throat, I paused when I pulled back out; to give her a moment to breathe. It felt incredible, but I knew I shouldn’t finish this way; it would be too easy to get carried away and hurt her.

“Get back on your knees, baby; I’m going to cum soon!” I gasped. She pulled off me again, looked at me and gave me a strangled laugh; then thankfully went to her knees and started furiously bobbing her head again. I had never let go of her head and hair; “ALL ... MOST ... THERE!” I warned her; then pulled her back to where just her tongue was working on that sensitive spot under the tip, and exploded. “Baby, Baby, Baby; so good, so good, so good!” I softly shouted as I filled her mouth. She was working on my shaft with her mouth and hand as I pulsed; I could feel her trying to swallow and keep up with the flood. A few spurts later she pulled off and jerked me against her chest and breasts, then used both hands to wrap her tits around my shaft and used them to keep working on me. I pulsed another half-dozen times as she massaged my cock with her breasts; when I was reduced to a dribble, she took me back into her mouth and resumed eagerly sucking. “Slowly now, baby, slowly;” I begged, “just bathe me with your lips and tongue, you need to be gentle now!” She glanced up at me and quickly slowed down, I kept guiding her efforts with my hands as I finished. I say finished; I was toast, I could barely remain standing. Eventually I pulled my softening cock from her still gently sucking mouth; “That’s all for now baby; you win, you’ve destroyed me. Now we both need a shower; maybe after that we can try a round two.”

She knelt there giggling, swiping the pearls of cum off her chest and breasts with her fingers; then licking them off to go back and get the rest. “That was a lot of fun, we’ll have to do that again, too,” she said. “You don’t taste bad at all; and I was impressed how much control you kept; that you made sure I could breathe even as you were cumming. I spent the first year at college living in the dorms; I heard lots of advice and instruction on how to pleasure a man. The girls in school told me that most guys get carried away during a blowjob, but I thought I could trust you; it’s nice to know I was right.”

I helped her to her feet and gave her a long hug, then kissed her when she lowered her face to mine. I could taste a little bit of myself on her lips, and then her tongue; I figured I owed her at least a kiss, if she wanted one. And, like she said, it wasn’t bad; I kissed her a couple more times, stroking her back and squeezing her ass. “Darling, that was utterly fantastic, but we both need a shower now,” I told her. “We can play around in there, then come back to bed so I can go down on you again, if that’s alright. You’re so sexy and exciting, I’m sure I’ll be ready again in a few minutes.”

That plan met with her approval; we headed for the shower and got cleaned up; she really liked me washing her body and especially her hair, and then me drying her off. She was a little surprised when, while I was kneeling before her, drying her legs; I raised one of her legs up and placed it over my shoulder. The surprise ended when I nuzzled into her sparse pubic hair and probed her slit with my tongue; she gasped and giggled a little, but let me continue for a few seconds before she reluctantly pushed me away.

“I am never going to get enough of that,” she murmured, stroking my hair; “but let’s go to bed so you can do it properly, and I don’t have to worry about falling over.”

I dried off as she quickly blow-dried her hair; then we made our way back to bed and made ourselves comfortable. We got her centered on the bed with most of the pillows propping her up; it turned out she wanted to watch as I ‘did my magic’, she said. I told her put her hands on my head and guide me, like I did when she was sucking me; and to tell me what she was feeling, what felt good. She was ready after what we’d already done that morning; I got her off quickly a first time, her second orgasm as I was tonguing her was stronger; the third when I was pumping my fingers into her and tickling her g-spot drove her crazy again. Now she was the one trying to get away; ‘too much, too much, too much’ she repeated as I eased back a little and simply cupped my hand around her sex. I stayed there for a couple more minutes, nibbling on her lower lips and nuzzling her hair; eventually she made me come up and lay on the pillows while she got on her hands and knees, straddling me. I was fully erect, she discovered when she reached down between us for my cock; I let her run the tip up and down her slit getting me wet, then ease herself fully down on me with a moan and a smile.

“You can’t know just how good this feels,” she whispered to me, looking into my eyes; leaning over me and bracing herself with her hands on my shoulders; starting to slowly move up and down, “You are just the right size and thickness, and you letting me take control right now is such a turn-on. Just lay there and let me experiment a little, let me play with your body, enjoy you being in me.”

“Baby, you feel just as good to me,” I whispered back. “You are so warm and wet, so tight around me; nothing else comes close to this. Take your time and find out what feels the best for you, this time’s all for you.”

She moved over me for several minutes; sometime fast, sometimes slow; she varied the angle of penetration a couple times and found the best way to stimulate herself. When I reached down between us and got my fingertip against her clit; she smiled and really started rocking back and forth, grinding down on me. She finally found her own rhythm, and started squeaking a little bit as she got close; the squeaks turned into moans, then to soft, repeated cries of “YES!” as she came; and then she collapsed onto me.

I let her rest for a few seconds; when I started actively pumping my shaft into her depths, she quickly rose up and began grinding herself on me again; her second orgasm riding me seemed to be better for her in every way. Once those spasms eased, I figured it was time for me to take control; I rolled us over onto her back, put her legs on my shoulders once more, and started driving myself into her. She approved; soon the room was filled with her grunts and moans and pleas for more; I got her to one more orgasm before I started to tire; I realized I was getting close, but needed something different to get myself over the top. By now she was almost a rag doll; she moaned her disapproval when I withdrew from her depths, then gasped when I flipped her over onto her stomach, dragged a pillow under her hips, and plowed my way back into her again. This position was the best for me; her lovely ass thrusting back at me, the feel of those cheeks against my groin when I slammed forward, the sound of our bodies meeting. It seemed to work for her also; at first, she was barely pushing back; soon she was forcing herself back on my shaft as hard as I was thrusting forward. I changed the angle of my penetration a little, moving up her back a little; that seemed to make all the difference for her.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD,” she started sobbing, humping her ass back at me; “RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE; FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!”

That put me over the top; I spasmed and spurted into her again, almost as strongly as before, hammering against her ass and trying to drive her into the mattress. I was shaking, quivering, and twitching as much as she was; we were threatening to shake our way off the bed, and onto the floor. Fortunately, we were both spent; I collapsed on her and she slumped onto the bed; it took a full minute before we regained our senses and tried to move. My first instinct was to ease off her, stop pinning her down; “No!” she softly pleaded, pushing her ass back against me, keeping me planted deep inside her. “Don’t move yet, stay in me; this feels sooo goooood!” I put part of my weight back onto her; she wiggled a little bit and hugged the pillow she had ended up on top of. “Just like that,” she mumbled; “I want you to stay in me as long as you can, just hold me close.”

I couldn’t pump anymore, I was quickly losing my erection; I held her and stayed in her as long as I could, but eventually my limp dick surrendered and I slipped out. I’m not sure who was more disappointed, but her groan was a lot louder than mine. I eased to her side and kissed her shoulder, then flipped to my back in exhaustion. I was a little surprised when the next thing I heard from her was a little chuckle, then a giggle, then a soft laugh as she turned her head to me and kissed my shoulder. “I believe,” she sighed with a smile; “that it can’t possibly get any better than that. I’ve had sex before, and I think what we did last night was really making love; but this morning, you have officially fucked my brains out.” She slowly and carefully rolled to her back, then shifted next to me and draped an arm and leg over my prostrate body. “I stopped thinking quite a while ago,” she chuckled at me; “I believe when you rolled us over and took control; thank you for that, by the way; I’m not really sure what happened after that. But that’s the best time I’ve ever had; either with someone, or by myself. I’m definitely going to want to do that again too,” she giggled.

I gave her a little laugh in return, and kissed her forehead; “I believe; that from now on, I will be very careful about what I wish for. I thought last night was wonderful; and what you did for and to me before our shower was fantastic; but these last few minutes takes the prize, honey. I think it’s going to take several days for me to recover, and that is very unusual for a guy.”