Chapter 11

“Well, let me get out of my clothes. This bed’s so hard to get down, don’t want to waste its availability,” She proceeded to strip. He didn’t offer to help, but he watched with interest.

He kissed her deeply. This time, she could taste him, not just the toothpaste. His hands kept stroking her. Whatever Anthropologists did, it produced calluses that hadn’t been there when he was a student. She decided she liked it. Maybe she just liked all of it, the kiss, the warmth, the touches.

He kissed down from her mouth. This time, he was sucking on her neck, but she didn’t care. It felt too good to worry about tomorrow, and the restaurant wouldn’t fire her for a few hickeys. He stroked her thighs, almost touching the lips but avoiding them. She lifted and spread her knees in invitation. When his kisses got to her nipple, his hand got to her pussy. This was bliss. She reveled in all the sensations he was bringing her. He kissed her mouth once again before starting on her other breast. She fluttered once or twice.

Then she soared. He kept stroking her and licking and sucking at the nipple until she collapsed. Then he held her.

“George?” she finally asked.

“Who did you think was hugging you?”

“Could you find another rubber?”

“Right here.” He rolled away from her to apply it, then held her again as he kissed her. He started over at the beginning, kissing her mouth, progressing to the breasts. At first, her pussy was so tender that even his gentle strokes were too much. When she winced, he retreated.

Soon, though, this wasn’t enough. She reached for him. The rubber was unpleasantly greasy on her fingers, but that was a minor consideration. He climbed between her legs and paused right at her entrance. “Sylvia,” he said. Then he came forward.

She felt him slide between her lips and fill her. He shifted his position a little to get his hands on her breasts; she shifted hers a little to get her thighs around his legs. The bed sang as he moved in and out of her. Soon, she felt like singing too. It had been an awfully long time, and her own ministrations were never like this.

He kept up the steady rhythm while her tension increased, increased again. Her feelings peaked suddenly. She clutched his ass while she flared within. He hardly paused in his motions. Her nipples were suddenly sore under his fingers. Before she could draw breath to complain, that feeling moved from annoyance to excitement. The excitement increased. Her climax had come; she couldn’t possibly have another so soon.

And then she did. She flared again, clutched him again. It was glory. It was agony. It was lasting forever. “Oh God!” he shouted. He was shaking above her, ramming into her, pulsing within her.

Then it was all over. He was a heavy -- gasping -- weight on her, and she couldn’t get enough breath to ask him to move. Even after he rolled off, she couldn’t get enough breath. Slowly, she did.

“Wow,” he said.

“Naked?” she asked when she’d lifted the sheet. Not quite. He showed her his ring. She didn’t look convinced, but she lay down and came to him for a kiss. They started chastely, mouths closed. When she opened her mouth, he let his hands rove over her. The nightgown didn’t interfere with his touch. If anything, it added an excitement. This was his first time with Mrs. Jennifer Blake. He wasn’t going to treat her as if he took the privilege of this access for granted.

When she removed her nightgown, he took that as invitation to enjoy all that skin. He took his time with her luscious breasts, kissing all the smoothness before he got to the nipples. As he stroked her thighs, he realized that he was rushing things. He didn’t have to drive her home this night.

“I forgot. We have all night,” He admitted. “Well, not all night but loads of time. We can sleep in in the morning.” He went back to start over correctly. He began on her hand -- the one without the rings -- and kissed a line up her arm. He continued until he reached her breast. He kissed all of that, only holding the other one, until he got to her nipple.

As he sucked that nipple, he stroked her thighs. The beauty at the top of them was calling him. When he could no longer resist that call, he kissed across the valley between her breasts. He kissed and sucked that nipple while using his finger to cover her clit with her moisture. He didn’t have that pleasure very long, though. She pulled his hand away. Had he been too rough? No. She spoke.

“You.”

“Yes. Jennifer!” Then he was entering her sweet, moist, warmth. Her softness enfolded him. When she was clasping all of him, he adjusted his posture so that his weight was on his elbows and his hands were on her breasts. She wrapped her legs around him, so that even more of him was enclosed in her. “Oh, Jen.” She was holding him in her arms, as well. “Oh, love.” He moved through that warmth, that welcome, that love.

He was approaching his climax too rapidly, with the motion, the friction, the sensation of her in his hands and all around him. He tried to hold back. Just as he did, it was no longer necessary. The sweet girl was responding to him. “Oh Jen.” He stroked through her rhythmic clasps more rapidly while his feelings peaked. He drove into her and erupted. “Oh, Jennifer!” They were pressed against each other for a moment.

Then he collapsed onto her softness. Then he moved off her, and out of her. He lay on his side holding her, and she moved back into the spoon position. He hugged her to him. He had to go to the john once during the night, but she was still in a position that allowed him to renew the hug when he returned.

“Do you want me to do that?” Bill asked. The man had a serious hair fetish. She nodded without admitting that she’d been sitting there waiting for him to come up. As he brushed her hair, she let the robe fall open. He could see her cleavage if not the full breasts. The motions that revealed her delta weren’t natural, and they could hardly have fooled him. He didn’t complain, though. “Do you think you could let it grow out again someday?” he asked. Despite his view -- and she could see in the mirror that he was appreciating the view -- he was still concentrating on the hair on her head.

“Maybe. They don’t grab as often, and they could reach it now if they wanted to.” Long hair, like earrings, were a constant danger around babies. Long hair also required more care, but Bill might enjoy providing some of that care. Still, the hair didn’t go any faster when he was doing it, even if his brushing was vastly more enjoyable than her own.

When he was done with the hair, she stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Before she got to his pants, his erection was visible in them. She gave him a long, wet kiss when she’d peeled them down. His hands were all over her during the kiss. When she stepped away from him, he was trapped with his trousers down around his ankles and his shoes still on.

“Get the light and door, will you.” She turned on a lamp and dropped onto her side of the bed face down. She supported part of her weight on her elbows to ease the pressure on her breasts.

“Minx.” His voice sounded aroused rather than annoyed, though. He grabbed the chair she’d been sitting in and swung it around back of him so that he could sit down and finish undressing. He turned off the light and clicked the lock on the door. The boys were asleep and didn’t come in, anyway, but they didn’t need a primal scene. From his own side of the bed, he caressed her back before stroking down to her thighs and then between them. He kissed the back of her neck while rubbing her outer lips against each other. When she spread her legs more, her left leg bumped into his.

“Sorry,” he said and moved to give her more room. Now, he’d parted the lips to get to her clit. Those strokes sped her arousal.

She was getting close, and she raised her ass off the mattress. As she pushed back to be lower in the bed and on her knees. Bill moved behind her. She could feel his hand leave her ass. Then his cock took its place.

“Yes,” she said. She could feel those lips parted as he pushed inside.

“Yes,” he said when he’d filled her vagina. His hand came around her to reach her clit from the front.

“Let me,” she said as she pressed back. She could barely support her own weight when she was only a little above the mattress, and she would have to support his soon enough. He let her push him back until she had her balance. “Yeah.” Then he began driving in and out. With the friction inside and his finger on her clit, her arousal grew, then peaked.

She flew. He drove in and out through her vaginal spasms. He erupted before she was quite done. His weight was on her back, then, and she collapsed forward onto her elbows. Sometime later, he kissed her neck one more time and got off. When her way was clear, she rolled over on her side. The lay facing each other.

“You,” he said, “have the best ideas.”

She reached her hands down her sides, and Bruce saw where they were going and raised himself. Her left hand opened her lips for him. Her right hand held Bruce’s sweet dick and led it into her. Bruce came forward, and they were joined. She could taste his dick’s niceness with her cunt.

Bruce tried some motions, but he wasn’t quite in place. He stopped, got his knees and elbows on the air mattress. He had his arms around her, and she had her legs around him. He had her tits in his hands, and he showed that he knew how to deal with them. She had always known that he knew, but she was never sure what an audience would do to these guys.

The motions began as soothing, but soon they turned exciting. As the heat built slowly, she looked into Bruce’s eyes. They knew who they were and who the other one was. This was Bruce who detested broccoli and loved a tit fuck. He was a dear guy, and she stroked his back while he stroked her cunt.

Then, the heat grew greater. It wasn’t only a fine guy on her and within her. It was a lovely cock rubbing all the right places in all the right ways. She reached down to pull him tighter into her. He did his part by driving into her more forcefully. The heat rose.

It was all heat. She didn’t need the fires on her left and on her right. The fire that the cock inside her was stoking was enough to warm her deeply. The fire was there, and it had almost ignited her. She pulled him in to burn more brightly.

Then the cock ignites. The fire burns through. It shakes her, and she can’t control herself.

When the fire had consumed her, she collapsed.

“Well, in that case, it’s time to start saying goodbye.” Silly man.

But she did enjoy his goodbye, which involved his kisses all over her body with special attention to her abdomen. “You’ll be disappointed if it’s not true,” she said.

“I might regret it’s not being true. I won’t regret these kisses.”

She enjoyed the kisses until she needed him. “Now, George,” she said, “now.”

When he got into position, she helped him in. At first, he treated her gingerly. Was she going to have to put up with that for the next nine months? Soon, though he was moving above her and in her firmly. Then he sped up. His motions excited her, took her up the hill. And, when she fell off into ecstasy, he thrust into her and against her. Then he was pulsing deep within her. When he was finished, he rolled off.

Before she could feel abandoned, though, he hugged her lightly. He was kissing her hair as her breathing returned to normal.

“Think the burgers are digested now?” she asked. If they were, it was time for exercise. Well, the scientific method would be to try it. He picked her up and headed for the bed. Both naked between the sheets, he kissed her and stroked her.

She’d been warmed up by the earlier cuddling, and she soon tensed. He felt her body writhe beside him and watched her face transform itself. He kissed her shoulder before beginning again. Twice more he saw her in her glory. Each climax came nearer the previous one. When she was beginning to tense one more time, she reached for him.

“You!” Well, lying beside her erotic writhings had given him a raging erection. He climbed over her, and she guided him to her entrance. Her heat around him was almost scalding. He kissed her hairline when he was buried in her center. She responded to every stroke. As he sped up, she moaned softly.

Then she gripped him more closely and writhed under him. He managed three more strokes through her clutching heat. Then he erupted.

A long time later, he managed to move off her to the side. She rolled back against him. They fell asleep with her in his arms.

“You said you’re too tired.”

“Can’t a girl change her mind?”

“That way? Always! I’ll go lock the door.” Bob snapped the lock and shed his pajama pants on the way back. Jeanette took off the top and laid it on her nightstand.

“Love you,” Bob said. He loved her, and liked her, and respected her mind, and lusted after her body. Just now, the last took precedence.

“You, too.” Bob could take a no. He could take a yes after a no, and still like her. She lay down flat on her back.

Bob took the invitation for what it was. If she’d been tired earlier, this was not the night for gymnastics. He started his kiss at her mouth, then went on to kiss he forehead fondly before approaching the sexier regions. On the other hand, she was tired; she wouldn’t want an hour of foreplay. He kissed a path down her throat and chest. When his mouth reached her breast, his hand went to her mound.

“Oh, yes,” Jeanette said when his finger found her clit and his lips found her nipple at the same time. Heels together, she raised and spread her knees. Bob knew her so well; he should have full access. Then she gave her attention to the sensations.

Resting on his right elbow, Bob stroked and stirred his wife with his left hand while he licked and sucked her breast with his mouth. He left the breast for a minute to kiss her mouth again. The touch of their tongues firmed his erection. It softened, though, when he gave it nothing to do. He was watching Jeanette’s belly. He could see the progress of her arousal in the tensing of her abs.

Jeanette was enjoying Bob’s mouth. The sensations from his finger were even better. Now, she felt ready for the main event. But, tonight, she didn’t want to bear up Bob’s bulk. Still less did she want to provide the movement. She had another option.

“A la foret?” she asked. She rolled away from him

“Dear girl.” Bob loved his wife, truly he did. But. perhaps, less passionately than he had loved his bride long -- was it seventeen years? -- ago. Then, in the forest where they were camped, he had had his first experience of being inside her orgasm. The rear-entry position had special meaning for him ever since. He held Jeanette’s hip and waited for her to back against him.

Jeanette moved back until her hips touched Bob’s stomach. Then she bent her knees and raised the left one. She reached between her legs for Bob’s erection. She held it for a moment while it hardened completely, then she spread her labia with her left hand and fitted him between them.

“Darling,” Bob whispered as he pushed his phallus into her vagina. When he was totally held, he returned his left hand to her clitoris.

Jeanette squeezed her vaginal muscles once for a greeting, and then pressed back against him to feel as much of his warmth as this position allowed while he took her to her peak.

Bob eased out from and into Jeanette to keep his firmness. Then he stroked her moisture across her clitoris. He took one passage in and out for something like every seven strokes of his finger. He kissed her where her neck met her back. In this position, he had less sense of Jeanette’s level of arousal, but his arm across her belly reported a growing firmness there. They were being quiet because of Cat, but Bob began to murmur nonetheless.

“Darling woman ... sweetheart ... love you ... so warm ... so sweet.” He kept his voice to a whisper.

Jeanette pulled the pillow to her mouth. As her inner muscles clutched around Bob, she groaned into the pillow.

“Yes,” Bob whispered, “yes, darling.” He pulled his hand to her hipbone and began to move rapidly within her last flutters. “Oh!” he exclaimed as he pushed deeply into her and pulsed. A minute later, he relaxed against her back. He moved his hand from her hipbone to her breast. He kissed her once more.

“Love you,” he whispered. She was so warm, so good, so sexy!

Jeanette clasped her hand over his on her breast. She was silent for a minute. Then, “Goodbye,” she whispered as she felt him slip out. The fierce joy was over, and the part which brought it had gone. But the warm comfort was still there; his hand on her breast and his solid body at her back were what provided it. She fell asleep.

Bob felt her legs stir as she did. He held his sleeping love in his arms. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured so low he could hardly hear himself, “but I won’t let you go despite that.”

“If I visited yours, would you pull back the sheet, or would you make me get out?”

“I’d pull back the sheet,” Michelle said. “Why don’t you try Tuesday night and find out?”

Connie couldn’t see what was special about Tuesday; this was Sunday. But she waited. On Tuesday night, two girls went visiting. It was now or never. Connie got up and went over to Michelle’s bed. Michelle pulled back the covers, and Connie slipped in. Michelle’s nightie was pulled way up under her shoulders. Connie didn’t know what was expected, so she started with what she’d learned from Kristen, except for the kissing.

She stroked Michelle’s boobs. When the nipples got hard, Connie moved down in the bed to suck them. When she rubbed Michelle’s labia, they were already juicy. When Michelle stiffened, Connie moved on to her clitoris. She alternated between the clitoris and the labia until Michelle pushed her hand away.

While Michelle lay there beside her, Connie raised herself quietly and pulled up her own nightie in back. She lay there listening to the rustling from the other two beds. Occasionally the springs of one of the beds squeaked, as they would if she sat on it. That this sound was infrequent showed how careful the girls were being.

She lay unmoving when Michelle’s hand touched her. It pulled the hem of her nightie above her waist. Michelle stroked her boobs only briefly and didn’t kiss them at all. When Michelle reached her labia, Connie raised her knees a little to give her better access. She could feel the slickness as Michelle stroked her labia. Then the rubbing concentrated on her most sensitive point. She would have got there much more slowly, but Michelle’s technique was enough to take her over. Shortly afterwards, she climbed out of the bed and returned to her own.

They kissed again before his mouth returned to her breasts. Soon his hand was between her legs, and she was awash in sensation. He stopped just when the familiar tension was building. He pulled her hand to his organ for a minute, and she felt him swell and stiffen. She watched him roll the rubber on, then move into position. There was a little gentle poking down there before he found just the right spot and eased in.

“I love you, April. Oh, I love you,” he said as he began to move. The movement felt odd until she shifted a bit. Then it felt almost as exciting as his hand had. She tried to hug him, but that interfered with his motion. Then she rested her hands on his back and felt the motions above her as well as within her. When he bent his head to kiss her, she felt his chest rub against her nipples. Again, the tension rose within her.

Somehow, Brian felt his motions within April’s cunt more acutely although his arousal built much more slowly towards its peak. Her lips were sweet under his, the hard nipples of her breasts caressed his chest, her thighs gripped his hips and moved with them. But it was the most intimate contact which drew his attention. He slid up through April’s vagina until only his tip was inside and then thrust slowly in through warm, slippery, clutching walls. His legs weren’t used to either the position or the motion, but he could ignore them and go on forever. He dropped the kiss, however, to move a little more fully.

As Brian broke the kiss, April felt the first tendrils of her anticipatory tautness. Her attention turned inward and to the motion which was Brian’s, but still within. She closed her eyes to better savor the friction. When she opened them, there was an orange blur at the center of her vision, being obscured by a flesh-colored blur in time to the motions. She realized that it was the basketball on the poster hidden by Brian’s shoulder. That little puzzle solved, she stopped thinking to feel.