Chapter 4

“Goodbye,” he said. They stood awkwardly. A kiss was called for, but it would cross a line they had maintained. After a silence which went on much too long, he said “goodbye” again. Then he took her face in both his hands and kissed her.

The kiss seemed to go on forever. When he finished, she was leaning against him, awkwardly hugging him through the raincoat. He shed this with his blazer still inside. The next kiss, he hugged her. She could feel his hands rubbing her back, her nipples pressed into his chest, his hardness against her stomach.

They stood there, kissing, fondling, occasionally removing clothing, until she led him into her bedroom. He was still in slacks and shirt -- although an unbuttoned shirt. She was wearing panties, pantyhose, and shoes. While she sat on the bed, he knelt to remove her shoes. He must have untied his own while he was down there, because -- when he joined her lying on the bed -- he left them behind.

This was much better. He could kiss her everywhere. After a bit, she pushed him down and attacked his belt. Stripped, he pulled her garments off. She merely had to raise her hips while he pulled them off together. During his next kiss, he had one hand on her breast and the other teasing her center.

“Don’t worry,” he said -- long after it was far too late to worry -- “I had a vasectomy.” She’d been consciously wanting his entry for an hour, but her body had been ready even longer. Her spasms came on his second stroke; his followed soon after.

“You can ask,” David said. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell them the reason.” He stopped talking because his mouth was needed for a more important task. It was minutes, though, before his kisses got down to her breasts, and more minutes before his kisses on her breasts reached her left nipple.

His hand, likewise, distributed its caresses widely. Finally, he stroked up and down her inner thighs. She needed more direct stimulation and spread her legs to invite it. He ignored that invitation for the longest time. “David!” she begged.

In response, he stroked her cleft and switched nipples. Every touch, every suck, warmed her more. Then he kissed down over her belly. She knew where he was going, but he still took his own sweet time getting there. When he threw back the covers and knelt between her legs, she raised her knees in anticipation. He kissed her thighs, though.

This was arousing, and then it was torture. She grabbed his hair and pulled him where she needed him. His licks on those lips were wonderfully soothing after all that teasing. They, too, were arousing. As she spiraled higher, he finally reached her clitoris. It was wonderful; it was agonizing tension.

“David!” she said. Then she spasmed, spasmed again clutching him to her center. She couldn’t control her movements at all while she spasmed again and again.

Then she couldn’t move. He climbed over her leg. He pulled the sheet over her and hugged her lightly. His hand was on her left shoulder. When he blew across her ear, she shivered violently.

She put her right hand up to hold his. “Jen,” David said, “Jennifer Blake.”

“That’s my name.” It hadn’t been for long, but it was now.

“The Reverend Mrs. Jennifer Blake.” He leaned on one elbow to give her a kiss. His erection rubbed against her thigh when he did.

When his tongue retreated from her mouth, hers followed it. The kiss was long and sweet, and his hand caressed her while it was going on. On leaving her mouth, he kissed all over her face, working down her neck slowly.

He licked her nipples instead of sucking them. He alternated from one to the other and then back. When he climbed between her legs, he gave her another kiss on the mouth. She could feel his erection against her belly while his tongue was in her mouth. She expected his entrance as soon as he broke the kiss, but he went back to her breasts, kissing all over both of them before resuming the licks on her nipples.

When he started kissing lower, her patience broke. “Now, David,” she said pulling him up her body. He was grinning as soon as his face was visible, but his hand was busy at her cleft. Then he was right there, pressing warmly against her lips. “Yes,” she said.

“Yes,” he replied. He entered slowly, spreading her, filling her. Once all the way inside, he smiled at her before beginning his motions. She rubbed her hands down his sides all the way to his rump.

When her tension rose, she used that to pull him harder against her, more deeply into her. She began her own motions pressing against him as he came in and withdrawing as he went out. Then she had to move faster than he was moving. “Oh!” she said.

“Yes, Jen, Yes, love.” He sped a bit, but not enough. Then she was spiraling upward. Something raised her center at the same time she pulled him against her. She shuddered and climaxed.

David kept driving in and out through that climax and afterwards. Then he pressed into her and had his own. He came out when he moved to his side.

She was waiting in bed with the lamp on when he got out. He turned off the overhead and got into bed. For her celebration, he kissed her face and then over her torso before getting serious. While they shared a deep kiss and his tongue explored her mouth, his hand stroked her mound and the outside of her snatch. She was already juicy. He rubbed her lips against one another. When her body tensed, he used his finger to draw some of that moisture up her groove to her nub. He was still kissing her mouth when she went over. He pulled his tongue back in caution -- no telling whether she’d bite it unintentionally -- but maintained the kiss until she’d gone over completely and had relaxed.

“For the B,” he said. He rubbed her lips together again as he kissed up her melon. He licked the tip and stroked her nub until she tensed again. Then he sucked the tip and moved his finger in circles over her nub. When she’d gone over again, he waited until she was done to lift his mouth from her melon.

He switched to the far melon and sucked the tip while continuing to stroke her nub. When he body tensed under his arm, he broke contact with her melon and took a moment to appreciate the expression on her face. It changed from concerned to worried. When she looked tense, he moved between her legs.

“Yeah,” she said. He fitted himself to her entrance and brought his hand back to support himself on the bed above her.

“For the A plus,” he said as he slid into her juicy, welcoming, warmth. Buried deep within her, he wriggled as he adjusted himself to rest on his elbows while his hands clasped her melons. As he drove in and out of her snatch, she rose and fell in perfect rhythm with him. She grimaced just before her snatch clutched at his dick.

“Yes,” he said as he poured himself into her rhythmic clasps. He kissed the tips of both melons before rolling himself to the side. She hugged him like that, and he returned the hug. “You are a delight, and not only in class.”

“It’s our own classroom, and you’re the teacher.”

That morning, she was changing her Tampax when she felt guilty for all that she asked of him. She went out without putting a new one in.

“You certain you’re not worried about blood on the sheet?”

“I can wash them. The problem is about how you feel.”

“Right now, I feel horny.” He swept her up in his arms and kissed her. He carried her to the bed, not more than four of his long steps, and laid her down very gently.

“Darling!” He made gentle love to her until she needed him inside. When she reached for him, he got a little more of the Vaseline to dab on the head of his cock.

Then he was over her and between her legs. When she guided him in, he slid slowly into her until she felt completely full. He kissed her forehead before moving back and forth. As she spiraled towards her climax, he stroked more rapidly. He pressed into her and throbbed there. His climax brought hers.

“Oh, my darling, darling, darling...” he said as he lay beside her.

“Did I get any blood on the sheet?”

“I didn’t look. You are so sweet, so kind, so sexy, so lovely.”

“You wanted that?”

“Oh, darling!” She’d take that as a yes.

Months later, he’d tried a variation of that experiment. We’d kissed standing until I was light-headed, then he’d undressed me ceremoniously, kissing every place as it had been bared. When my labia had turned dewy and my knees had turned weak from his ministrations, I’d started towards the bed. Instead, he’d turned me towards the dresser. Catching his intent, I’d bent over with my elbows resting on the dresser and my hands pressed against the wall. He’d spread his legs wide behind me. While kissing my neck and shoulders, he’d rubbed Junior up and down my cleft and had positioned him at my entry. Then he’d held a breast in each hand while penetrating me slowly. Eager for him, I’d dropped my belly and thrust back against him, closing my legs as I did so. He had needed to grab the edge of the dresser to steady himself. With his other hand playing with the front junction of my labia, he’d only had that arm available to pull me against him.

I’d been moving more than he had when I felt my body stiffen as it neared its climax. I’d shifted my left hand to balance the whole force of his thrusts, while I’d spread my legs slightly. I had reached between my legs to hold his scrotum. It had tightened away from my fingers. I had felt him pulse inside me for just a split second before my own climax rolled over me and swept me away.

His arms had been on the dresser beside me, and his lips had been between my shoulder blades when I had next noticed things. He’d been trying to kiss me but his having to breathe interfered with suction. Despite the tickling, it had all felt like love. He’d finally managed a deep breath and babbled “I love you, Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Ilove,” until his breath had failed again.

“Love you,” I had managed. Junior had long been outside and the mess all on the floor before we had been able to sort ourselves out. In bed afterwards, we had cuddled and consulted. “Any time you want,” I had said, “so long as the room is warm.” (Bob is half polar bear.) He’d hugged me and I’d hugged his arm back.

What he was doing was pulling her over to the desk. He grabbed her left wrist and her hair to force her to bend down with her face inches from the desktop. He held her in an arm lock with his left hand while he lifted the skirt of the robe with his right. He’d wronged her. She was wearing one article of clothing, panties. He tore them down before scrabbling in a drawer for the whip he’d made from an electric cord.

Biting blows on the outside of her legs and her hips would deliver a good deal of pain to Janet without harming the baby directly. What consequences would result from her struggles and any possible convulsions of the womb resulting from the pain -- that was a different question. Bruce paused in his beating to feel her cunt. It was as wet as he’d suspected. He rubbed the cunt lips together while she wiggled. When he reached up to check the hardness of her nipples, he found a bra. She’d managed to don two articles of clothing in the last seven hours. He had some trouble unsnapping the bra while keeping her in the arm lock, but he found a hard nipple when he had done so. He gave it a pinch through the cloth of the robe.

He switched hands on her wrist to reach up under the robe. He pinched her other nipple harder. “Oww!” Janet said, “Motherfucker.” She kicked his ankle.

That was his signal to switch hands again and resume his whipping. He raised welts all over her ass and right leg. Then he fingered her cunt again while still holding the whip in that hand. She climaxed while he was rubbing her clit. Then she collapsed onto the desk. He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks before his trousers and shorts. She stood up when he came over.

“You can’t,” she said. “I’m tired and sore. I can’t stand bent over like that.”

“Turn around,” he replied. “Sit on the desk.” She winced when she did. He grasped her hand. “Now lie back.” He had to bend his knees a little bit to line his cock up with her cunt, but he slipped right in. He raised her legs to his shoulders and supported himself on his left hand. He found himself striking against something when he drove in, so he stopped to lower her legs to his waist. Then she was hot and moist and cooperative. He played with her tits with his right hand.