Chapter 6

In the bedroom, he undressed her. She cooperated in undressing him. Once in bed, he resumed his blarney.

“Sweet, sexy, woman.”

“What I really am is available.”

“Sweet, sexy, available, woman.” Okay, George whatever his faults, had a sense of humor. And he had a touch, too. His finger parted her lips to stroke her clitoris. She relaxed back as she started to climb the mountain.

His beard tickled her face while his tongue tickled hers. The man she’d married had been clean-shaven, but the man she’d fallen in love with had had a wild beard -- almost Smith-Brothers in style. Now, he had a well-groomed beard, a professorial beard, a beard that he’d learned to use maddeningly well in foreplay. It was brushing her boobs now. Some of that was unavoidable; it just naturally accompanied his mouth. Some of it was damn-well deliberate. he tickled one nipple, then the other until she needed his mouth to suck away the tickle.

“Help me,” she said when she needed him inside. She could turn by herself, but the habits from the last stages of her last pregnancy prevailed. For one thing, his care for her increased her arousal. For another, it gave him something to do besides watching her awkwardness. He gently helped her turn on her left side.

Then she reached between her legs to get him where she needed him. His prick spread her lips. Then it eased into her pussy. He was moving gently, but soon she felt his legs warm against her ass and she was full. Full! His hand gripped her hip bone.

“Mmm. You not only look sexy, you feel sexy.” Well, he felt sexy, too. As she felt the warmth behind her, the motion within her, his fingers brushing over her clitoris, she began to climb the mountain. He held himself totally within her while still teasing her clitoris.

“George!” She was nearly there, but she needed his motion. And, then, moving strongly in and out of her pussy, he gave her just the motion she needed. It took her over.

He followed immediately. She heard him gasp and felt him thrust deep into her and throb

She leaned on her right elbow and gave him a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and he began to stroke her. When she lay back, he rose up to kiss all around her face. He revisited her mouth for another deep kiss before he began to trail down to her breasts. When his mouth reached her right nipple, his hand stroked her mound. She spread her legs wider.

Instead of her labia, though, he stroked the insides of her thighs. His fingers were feather-light, tickling as much as arousing. He kissed down the bottom of her breast and down, and down. When he got to her mound, he kissed her right hipbone and then her thigh.

He stopped to get himself between her legs. He kissed her thigh once more, up that thigh towards her lips. He used his fingers to spread her outer ones, and his tongue to part her inner ones. he licked each one, licked them both, licked everywhere but her clitoris.

He shifted so his hands could reach her breasts. He cupped both, but all the motion was down below. The sensations were delightful until they were agony. “David,” she said.

He stopped all his attentions. “Yes?”

“David, please!” Please lick my clitoris; please take me over.

Instead, he moved up her body. His fingers spread her lips again and he poised at the entrance. Then he moved within, spreading those lips further, filling her, resting his weight on her. He kissed her once on each eyebrow and shifted his weight. Then he moved in and out. His hands were still on her breasts, and he caressed them as he moved.

Her arousal spiraled upward. She pressed against him as he moved down, dropped to the mattress as he moved out. She ran her hands up and down is back as he moved above her. As the feelings peaked, she grabbed his rump. She soared, throbbed.

He stroked out once more, thrust in, and had his own orgasm. “Jen!” he said. When she relaxed, he rolled off her and out of her. He was breathing like a steam engine; probably so was she. As she caught her breath, she turned on her side away from him. She cuddled back against him, and he put his arm around her.

They lay together in a spoon. When he blew across the back of her neck, she shivered. “Sweet Jen,” he said. “Sweet Jennifer. This is the way it is supposed to be. Sweet Jen in my arms all night.”

When he swatted her ass, she turned around and let the shower run over her hair. Bill played with the hair on her delta, as always.

“Bill.” It was early days, yet. They had to get clean before they started to get dirty.

“Well, we have to get all your hair clean.”

“You’re impossible.” Impossible or not, he combed the water and the last of the shampoo out of her hair. When she’d taken another rinse, he did it again. He washed his face, and then handed her the washcloth. She washed his torso, back and front, with it. She used her soapy hands for the legs. He grinned when she got close to the genitals and grinned more while she soaped them.

She washed her face and handed him the washcloth. He did her back first, and then hugged her to get the front.

“Oh, Bill.” Well, it was embarrassing to have your husband lusting after you, but it would be more embarrassing to have him not. He attentively soaped her breasts and her stomach. Although he’d used shampoo on it, her delta got even more attention. He helped her stand straight at the end of the hug.

He used the washcloth on her ass and the backs of her thighs and calves. When he handed her the cloth, she gave him the soap bar. He took great care in washing her feet.

“I’m never so thorough with you -- or even with me.” His washing of her soles, though, tickled. She kept one hand on the wall and the other on his head for the entire operation. Then he started up the front of her legs. As he got to the inside of her thighs, he went very slowly. For the third time, he got to her delta, but this time he concentrated on her lips. When he’d rinsed them as carefully as he’d washed them, the cleaning part of their game was over. He, and then she, got under the shower to catch any stray soap. She turned it off, and they had no more pretense.

He hugged her. She was as conscious of Little Bill hard against her back as she was of his hands caressing her front. The kiss on the side of her neck was even more delightful. That wasn’t a real kiss, though.

“Real.” At her request, he released her. When she’d turned around, they had a real kiss with his tongue exploring her mouth. He kept feeling her, quickly concentrating on her delta and lower lips. She began to feel too aroused to trust her footing. She eased back against the slick wall with her feet planted solidly on the rubber mat.

Bill went to work on arousing her then. He kissed down her body towards her nipple while he stroked her clit. She grabbed his head when he was sucking her nipple because she was close ... so close.

Then she flew. Her body held on to Bill and the wall, but her spirit soared far away. And, when it returned, it found Bill holding her up. After a moment, she was able to stand by herself. He used one of the luxurious towels on her body, patting it dry very gently, while she wrapped her head -- totally enclosing the still-wet hair -- in an ordinary towel. After she’d rubbed him dry with the other special towel, he used hers to wrap her up and carry her into the bedroom.

She managed to get the door shut before he lay her on the bed and unwrapped her. Mr. Foreplay was back, even after the amazing time in the shower. Bill kissed her breasts while stroking her lips and clit.

“In,” she finally demanded. And, not stopping the caresses any more than necessary, he came in her. He spread her lips with his hand before slipping into her tunnel. Finally, he filled her completely. He stared into her eyes as her body rose to meet his driving strokes. She flew. flew further -- but more safely -- than she had earlier.

They lay together afterwards, feeling the towel and the electric blanket under them. But she felt, more than that, a satisfied repletion. They finally crawled into the bed instead of on it. Even though the blanket was turned off, this was a little too warm, but the feel of the warm flesh next to her made it -- paradoxically -- feel more enjoyable. Still, this wasn’t all she’d planned for this morning. She seldom cooked breakfasts, but she’d got the ingredients for a cheese omelet.

Now, if Gayle’s pulling on Bruce’s buttocks could be credited, Gayle needed more force and more speed in his strokes. Bruce responded in that way, and Gayle seemed happy. Though Bruce was driving in and out, he wasn’t moving Gayle on her new bed.

Sharon’s vagina warmed and moistened as though the driving strokes were in her instead of in Gayle.

She wasn’t as far along as Gayle, though. Gayle had her legs spread and braced to thrust back at Bruce. However much the man teased, and Bruce looked like he was driving for his own finish rather than teasing, when you thrust like that, the end was coming soon.

And it came for both of them.

Still feeling tired?”

She was still feeling something, and his massage helped. He rubbed her back, and then started on her feet. His hands traveled up her legs, then he gestured for her to turn on her face. Well, her ass had been working a lot more than her feet had. He actually gave a full massage there before his hands strayed.

She rolled over on her back so he could have easier access to the parts he was caressing. Besides, she wanted some attention to her breasts. He approached these very slowly, kissing up her stomach. When he got there, though, he made it worth the wait. He kissed a trail up the bottom slope of her left breast. Then he tongued her nipple to firm attention before he sucked it. Fire burned within her.

When he turned his attention to her right breast, he spent the longest time licking the crease which was normally on the bottom of it. That was while fingering her lower lips. When he finally sucked on the nipple, he stroked across her clitoris at the same time. She soared.

When she came back, he covered them both with the sheet and blanket. He held her in a tight hug. “Good night, my love,” he said. And a very good night it was.

She woke in the spoon position. His hand was cupping her right breast. His prick was hard against her ass. He had to be awake; his hand didn’t take that shape unless he were conscious. Now, his prick could be hard when he was dead asleep. “Let me take a bathroom break,” she said softly. He took his hand and arm away.

This was, she remembered while sitting on the toilet, the first morning of her honeymoon. She finished up everything she could do before her shower. Then she went back to rummage through her bag for a shower cap. He was lying there ogling her in the buff.

Well, why not? This was a honeymoon. “Want to share a shower?” she asked. Rhetorical question. He took off his glasses and got out of bed to join her. His prick was already pointing out -- if not yet up.

He really scrubbed her back. Okay, when she bent over to push against the wall, he was right up against her. His prick was lying over her ass. She enjoyed that, too, although more of her attention was on the feelings of the washcloth against her back. On her front, he didn’t use a cloth at all. He soaped up his hand and rubbed it across her stomach. On her breasts and pussy, it was less a rub than a caress.

She did her own face and arms. “I was going to do that,” he said when she started on her legs. But she’d had enough foreplay. Well, almost enough. She soaped him up -- first his torso, then his face -- he’d shaved, she noticed. When she soaped up his prick, he said: “Watch it!” Well, her hand wasn’t where she wanted his spunk. She was quite gentle with his balls -- quite gentle, but quite thorough. She did his back a lot less thoroughly than he’d done hers. She ended by passing two soapy fingers along his ass crack. She washed and rinsed her hands while he was rinsing off.

First, he dried her. He toweled her back as vigorously as he had scrubbed it. Maybe, her stance encouraged him. She bent over and leaned against a wall. Again, he pressed his groin into her ass. He was gentler with her face, and gentler yet with her breasts. He was far less gentle with her lower legs, but he pressed more lightly and moved more slowly as he went higher. By the time he got to her pussy, the towel touched her in light pats. “Are you trying to reduce moisture,” she asked, “or increase it?”

He laughed and handed her the towel. She used it to wipe his back and shoulders vigorously, then got a fresh one for the rest. She was reasonably gentle on his face and chest. She moved more slowly the lower she got. Then she dropped to her knees on the bathmat to deal with his legs. She dried upwards from his left ankle. As she went up the thigh, she became gentler. She repeated the process on his right leg. She reached between his legs to dry off his hard buttocks. This brought her face very close to his prick, which was straining upwards. She blew on it. Seeing him jerk in reaction was such fun that she repeated the process. Then she -- very carefully and gently -- dried it off.

“Sylvia,” he said.

“Oh. Did you have something else planned? Yes, you mentioned something last night. Now what was it... ? Oh, yes. Morning love.” She was inches from his prick while she was saying all that. Watching it bobble in response to her words and her breath was fun. Now, she got up. “Why don’t you go lie down while I take my pill?” Of course, taking the pill beforehand wasn’t any better than taking it at lunch. It was no better medically, that is to say.

It was one hell of a lot better tease. Obediently, George opened the door and lay down on the bed, covering himself. “That’s a good idea,” she said. “I ought to be wearing something, too.”

“Sylvia!”

“Well, sauce for the goose, you know.” Maybe it was sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose in this particular situation. Anyway, George tossed the sheet aside and lay down on his back. His prick was sticking right up. He reached for his glasses.

She carried her handbag over to a chair and set it down. Spreading her legs a good foot-and-a-half apart, she bent over with her back to him and rummaged around in it. The pill container was easy to find, but she took another minute before she straightened up. Then she sauntered back into the bathroom and ran a glass of water. After taking the pill, she bent over again to return the case to her handbag. She had her feet further apart this time and kept her back straight as she bent from the waist.

George rolled over as she approached the bed. “No,” she said. “Lie back down.” He obeyed. This was fun! She knelt on the bed with her legs straddling his chest. He wanted to look at her pussy? Give him a good look. As her husband, he should be entitled. But, nevertheless, his glasses were in the way of more important matters. She took them off his face and put them carefully down on the nightstand.

She shuffled a little towards the foot of the bed, leaned over, and kissed him. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hands explored her body. First, he ran them up her legs to her ass. Later, he moved them up her sides until they were cupping her breasts. She could pretend indifference all she wanted when he was across the room; she was sure he could feel the hardness of her nipples when he was like this. But she was enjoying the feeling too much to try for a change of position. On the other hand -- other mouth? -- one change of position did occur to her.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Oh yes.”

“Don’t you want to do something else with them?” Then she leaned forward so that her right breast was at his mouth. With no more suggestion than that -- he was a Harvard Ph. D., after all -- George licked and sucked that nipple. “Equal time,” she said, moving so that her left breast was at his mouth. His tongue felt lovely; his suction felt lovelier. The only problem was that he could only do one breast at a time. So, she shifted back and forth. Every once in a while, she said “Equal time” as she shifted.

But it wasn’t really equal time. So, the next time she said it she moved lower in the bed. She bent down to kiss his nipple. Moving a little further down -- she’d had to bend her back too much for that one -- she kissed the other one. She tried a lick or two, and then some suction. This was fun. The only problem was that every time she sucked George pushed his ass off the bed. His prick was leaking heavily by now, and it slimed up her thigh every time it touched her. Oh well, she was probably dripping all over him. Her pussy felt all gooey. They’d both need showers when this was over.

She moved back up to kiss his mouth. He stuck his tongue in hers. She loved the sensation, but this was her time to be in control. When he withdrew it, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She explored all the corners, the top and his teeth on each side. In between, she met his tongue again and again. Judging from the caresses of his hands while this was going on, he didn’t mind her taking control.

And, when she put her right breast in his mouth again, he not only sucked there, but he stroked her pussy as well. She reached back to point his prick straight up.

“Sylvia!” gasped George.

“Spread me a little bit.” He pulled her pussy lips apart as she eased herself down over his prick. She found the right position. It wasn’t as easy as she had thought. Then she felt his prick between her pussy lips, right at the entrance. As she settled down, it started to bend. Then it was going in.

“Oh, Sylvia,” George said.

She slowly sat back. He was all the way inside, and it felt great. She put a hand on each of his shoulders and adjusted her position. As she rose slowly, she felt him coming out. When the head was right at her lips, she sank back down. She had figured out the motion. And the motion produced wonderful feelings. She repeated the rising and sinking so that George’s prick repeated the filling and emptying. Meanwhile, his hands were at her breasts, holding them and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

She found just the position and motion which gave her the most exciting sensations. Her legs were beginning to tire, but the feelings were too good to interrupt. Then, abruptly, she climaxed. She went rigid sitting on him and shaking. All the feelings poured through her.

And, when they were finished, so was she. She collapsed on George, not even trying to hold up her weight

When he pushed her over, he came out. A moment later, he was above her and in her. The sensations started again as he slid within her. Then he was thrusting rapidly in and out of her. Moments later, before she had caught her breath, George was rigid over her and throbbing within her. Then he sobbed once and collapsed. When she gathered her energy to push him off, he lay beside her, gasping. By the time she was ready to get up, he was back asleep.

His spunk poured out of her when she sat up. She sat on the bed an extra minute while it drained. She showered again, much faster without George, if less fun. Now what to wear? Jeans, tee-shirt, and tennies if they were going to be driving all day. It was Sunday, though. Church clothes? Did she want to hunt up a church? They’d have to check out first. And she’d want to change somewhere afterwards. She went out and looked at her watch. 10:35 -- no wonder she felt so hungry. That decided that. George didn’t look like somebody who’d wake up by eleven, let alone get to church by that time. After putting on the watch, she dug in her suitcase for comfortable clothes and fresh underwear. Barefoot, but otherwise dressed, she shook George’s shoulder. Checkout was at noon; besides her stomach was announcing that it wanted to be filled now.

“Hunh!” he said.

In bed, Andy seemed to keep to his regime of making out rather than complete sex. Well, she had her own opinions. When she shoved at his top shoulder, he moved back. When she tugged on the shoulder he had buried in the mattress, though, he got the idea and cooperatively flopped down. She straddled him and gave him a kiss. Being on top this time, she shoved her tongue in his mouth. His hands stroked her body, and she teased his chest with her tits.

He was too far up in the bed. When she tried to put her tits in his mouth, she had to lift her head to miss the headboard. He raised his head to make the contact. He sucked one nipple, and then -- when she shifted to bring it above him -- the other. She kissed his forehead on the way to kneeling straight above him. They hadn’t done this so often that she could get to the right place without looking, but she managed it fairly quickly.

She grasped him in her hand as she squatted back. Then she stopped with him just inside her entrance.

“Marilyn,” he said. “Oh, love.” Slowly she settled back, impaling herself on his blunt lance. She wriggled a tiny bit to get all of him in her and enjoyed the fullness. Then she rose up. When the feeling in her passage was most acute, she started swaying from side to side. He reached to hold breast and pussy. His caresses added to the arousal, but she was generating most of it by her own actions. She grinned at him as she felt the warmth turn to fire.

Lightning struck. She lost control.

“Darling!” he called out. He grabbed her and pulled her down on him. As he pulled her trunk further down, he slipped partway out of her. Then he was hugging her against his body while he pulsed inside. When he relaxed, it wasn’t enough to free her from his grip. Finally, he reached one hand down to raise the sheet over her. He held her to him with that hand while he finished tucking her in with the other. He ended up with an arm hugging her to him across her back and a hand holding her ass. Only then did he slip out.

“You’re getting the mess on you,” she pointed out.

“Ihm hmm.” He didn’t sound worried. “Stay like this.” Well, her legs felt like they might cramp. He probably didn’t really care about them being bent the way they were, anyway. He could have her tits against him without that.

“Roll a little.” When he rolled to her left, she slid her right leg down the bed. He got the idea and rolled farther to the right. She slid her left leg down the bed. Apparently recognizing her acceptance, he released his grip enough to stroke his hands down her back one after the other.

“Oh, Marilyn, I love you.”

“You’ll never be able to sleep like this.”

“Try me. You are adorable.” She let him try, but she couldn’t sleep like that. She soon moved off and backed into the spoon.

In the morning, he was in control again, bringing her to two climaxes with his mouth and fingers and expertise. When he started on a third, she rolled away and out of bed. She put her clothes on in a reverse strip tease, starting by wriggling on one foot and then the other as she pulled her socks on while standing. She turned her back to pull her panties up to her ass and over it. Then the jeans followed the same procedure. She turned around to put on her bra slowly, putting each tit into it by hand. Blouse and tennies weren’t worth much effort, but he watched appreciatively from the bed ‘til she was done. Then he got up to dress much more rapidly. He had a good beginning of a hardon, at least.