Chapter 7

“Kim’s room. I want to christen every room of this monster, and Kim’s will never again be so accessible.”

“Lead on.” He followed her into what would be Kim’s room. He finished taking off her dress, and she turned to get his clothes.

“You,” she told him. He stood still to be undressed, but he kept caressing her through the process. He smoothed along her right breast towards the nipple. He rubbed one finger lightly over her clitoris. She was already climbing the mountain, and she wasn’t in position yet.

Well, two of them could play that game. When she’d got his trousers and underpants around his ankles, she rubbed all along his prick. It had already been standing out, but it hardened in her hand and the angle went higher.

“Hey,” he said.

“Turnabout is fair play.” She left him to extricate himself from the clothes and clambered onto the bed. She’d already figured out that kneeling sideways on that mattress would risk his pushing her off. She knelt with her head pointing towards the head of the bed and her ass above the foot.

George, though, stood beside her and resumed foreplay. What did the man need, an engraved invitation.

“George!” She could maintain this position for only a limited amount of time.

“You want me to get something for you? Maybe a blanket?”

“Maybe a dildo, since I don’t seem to have much chance at getting your prick.” That got him moving. He walked behind her and out of sight. Soon though, his hands were on her ass. Then his prick slowly entered her pussy. She needed that, had needed it for some time. She moved back until she was filled.

“Oh.” It felt good. Even now, when they were into the serious stuff, his finger found her clitoris again. She wasn’t about to argue; that felt good, too. With that and the friction within, she was climbing the mountain. She wanted him with her as well as within her.

“Yes. More. You.” And he was giving her more -- if not more length, more speed and more force. She pushed a hand against the wall to increase his penetration. She was climbing higher on the mountain, rising vertically. She’d love for it to go on forever, but it couldn’t go on. And, when it ended, she fell off.

He clasped her legs to pull himself into her. She got more of him, and he pressed against her lips. Then he was throbbing within her throbbing.

When he let go, she fell sideways. At least she fell on the bed, so the baby was safe. He was out of her, even out of her sight.

“I love you,” he finally said from somewhere behind and below her. Then she felt the bed move as he pulled himself up.

“Love you, too.” She could feel his jism seeping out of her. “Think you could manage a washcloth? You came a gallon.”

“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 she 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.

“When it’s over, want to come in and brush my hair?” He loved her luscious locks, and always wanted to brush her hair. Logically, she should have let him, but she seldom did -- almost never during her periods. This time, she not only allowed him to brush, she allowed him to get it as smooth as he was capable. Meanwhile, he could see more and more of her cleavage as she let her robe hang open.

“I think that’s it.” The hair hung down like a glorious, black, waterfall. Aside from a little static, it was one smooth mass.

“Thanks. Wake me when you come to bed.” But he didn’t give her time to go to sleep. She had the lamp on and was naked under the covers. “Turn off the heater, will you?” He did. The room was too warm, but he was never sure whether it was warm enough for her.

“Darling.” And she was a darling, for her bouts of pretended modesty as much as for her lush body. They had a delicious kiss.

“I’m definitely not fertile yet.” Well, no. But she was incredibly sexually desirable.

“Well, probably not. Maybe we should try just in case.” That got him a grin.

“Well,” she agreed, “just in case.” She’d staged this to be a special sexual occasion, and now she was letting him persuade her. He was half-way tempted to turn over and pretend to go to sleep, but Carolyn was stubborn enough to let him.

But it should be special for her, too, and he was in danger of going over when his dick first touched her snatch. He started with kisses to her face, continued down her body. She enjoyed the sex more when she was reminded that he loved her.

The hair he had brushed wasn’t the only lovely hair she had. He combed his fingers across her mound to appreciate the hair there. Then, he got to the serious part. As his mouth went back upwards, his hand went lower. He was kissing up the bottom of her breast when he fingered her snatch -- and struck oil. She was enjoying this.

“Mmm.” She might object to explicit mention of her state of lubrication, but she hugged him in response to his murmur. He managed to get the first times of touching her nub and sucking the tip of her melon to coincide.

“Yes, Bill,” she said. And, obedient to her comment, he continued those actions until she went over. Carolyn’s orgasms were always so obvious. She didn’t scream then, but her face, her body, her motions, always let him know her pleasure.

“Darling, I’ve missed you.” He continued to stroke and kiss her until she had finished going over. But she was capable of more, and he desperately wanted to feel her next one around his dick, even though he couldn’t last long as excited as he was.

After giving her a couple of minutes relaxation, he started the process again. He kissed down her melon and over to the far one. A previous girl friend had told him plainly, embarrassingly plainly, that too much kissing and sucking could make them sore. Switching melons was a good precaution. So was going back to rubbing her lips against each other instead of staying on direct stimulation of her nub.

“You?” Carolyn wanted him.

“Soon. I’m on hair trigger.” As he wouldn’t be able to last long, he needed her as aroused as possible before his dick touched her snatch.

When she looked ready, a scowl upon her pretty features, her belly tense under his arm, and her pelvis unconsciously pushing her mound up against his hand, he moved between her legs. He left his hand on her mound as he poised to press his dick into her snatch.

“Carolyn, love,” he said after his first stroke. Then he stroked her lips and nub with his thumb as he moved within her hot smoothness. He was close enough to erupting that he was grateful that her moisture diminished the friction. She grabbed his buns, not helping his control. Then, grimacing, she went over.

“Oh,” she said as she clutched around his dick.

“Gah,” he echoed her on his next stroke. She hugged him by his buns as he caught his breath. Even with Carolyn, that had been one of the best.

“I’ve missed you,” he said as he got on his own side and adjusted the covers.

After Gayle helped Bruce in -- and Greg noted to wait for that action -- Bruce took Gayle’s marvelous melons in his hands and set off on a moderate pace.

At that point, Gayle’s expression was a contented smile. Much Woman! Her third man in less than a half hour, and she was happy. Though he couldn’t see, Greg believed that her other mouth was as happy.

As Bruce continued pumping, Gayle’s expression slowly changed. She focused inward. She looked worried, then pained. As a look of agony crossed her features, he started to strip. He handed his clothes to Bill, who should have recovered by now.

Gayle’s features were an imitation of “The Scream.” She bucked, and Bruce rammed into her. Then they both seemed to be in spasms. Bruce collapsed.

In bed, Andy seemed fierce. He wasn’t rough with her; he never was. However, he was above her for their first kiss. When he left her mouth, he moved down to her tits and then lower yet. Kneeling between her legs, he licked her cleft relentlessly. When she came for the second time, he sucked her clit instead of allowing her to relax. When she finally fell back, he kept above her kissing the valley between her tits. She recovered enough to reach out to hug him, and he moved up her body.

His entry, if not rough -- and certainly not painful -- was swift and forceful. He set a rapid rhythm. When she rose to meet his strokes, he grasped her left ass cheek with one hand and pulled her harder against him. As lightning struck, he rammed into her so hard she was pushed up the bed. She could feel his cock pulse inside her.

Then he was still -- and heavy. She was grateful when he moved off. Immediately, he pulled her across the bed and against his body. She was lower in the bed than she usually slept. His groin was against her ass, and his chin was on the top of her head. One leg, as well as the arm, curled over her. She pulled the sheet down to free her mouth. Even so, being held like that was awfully warm.

“Stay in your bed tonight,” Kristen said as they were changing into their nightgowns that night. Connie wondered what she had done wrong. But, once the hall monitor had stuck her head in the door, Kristen came to her bed.

This time, they spent much longer just kissing. Kristen tickled her nipples through the nightie, and Connie reciprocated. When Kristen sat up to remove her nightie, Connie did the same. Kristen lay down flat on her back. Connie suddenly realized that it was her turn to take the action, and she really had only one night’s experience.

She must have done something right, though. As she was stroking Kristen’s clitoris and sucking on her nipples, Kristen stiffened. When she pushed Connie’s hand away, Connie knew that this meant her part had been done, not that Kristen was rejecting her. She lay down beside Kristen just touching side to side.

The next motion beside her woke her from a doze. Kristen kissed her again, her mouth and then down to her breasts. Kristen’s mouth brought her comfort; then her hand brought her excitement. As soon as that excitement peaked, Kristen kissed her one more time, a peck on the mouth like Helen gave her sometimes. Then she got back into her nightie and left Connie’s bed in absolute silence. Connie never did put on her own nightie; when the wake-up call came over the loudspeaker, she woke naked.

Before she could ask about his day, he leaned over to kiss her. This evening progressed much as the previous one had, save for the problem of the nightshirt. She ended up with it bunched up under her armpits. She could see clearly now, see her left breast out in the open, see John’s head over her right one. The sheet did cover her loins and John’s hand stroking her there.

But no one else was there to see. As embarrassing as that sight would have been to her, the feelings were pleasant. Then the feelings were unendurably exciting. Then they were agony. “John,” she said as a fire swept through her.

“Yes,” he answered softly. He kissed her forehead and held her arm for a minute. Then he swept the sheet off them both. Before she could protest her exposure, he was climbing between her legs again.

This time, there was no sudden pain. Even the irritation was much less. This time, though, John’s actions seemed to go on for a longer time. “Anne!” he said as he thrust deeply against her.

He rolled off without collapsing on her. After a minute or two, he covered them with the sheet again.

Finally, she collapses. When she recovers consciousness, he is poised at her entrance.

“Now,” he says.

“Now.”

He pushed slowly inside. It seemed to take forever, and she felt full. He pushed a last little bit; she felt fuller, and his groin pressed against her lips.

She felt him rub against her as he shifts. Then his hands held the tips of her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed her nipples.

As he stroked in and out, the heat built again. She couldn’t stand the tension so soon after the last time. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. Then she dug her nails in. He merely grunted, but he did increase his pace.

A minute later, he was pounding in and out of her. Her excitement spiraled up.