Chapter 9

“Kim’s room.” He must have frozen, because she rushed her explanation. “I want to christen every room of this monster, and Kim’s will never again be so accessible.” Well, that made sense. Anyway, he wasn’t about to turn down an invitation. He knew that many women at this stage would be avoiding sex.

“Lead on.” She did, and he discovered that he had to walk too far behind her to reach the buttons. Her hips twitched delightfully, though; the back of the thin dress hung from her butt and showed every flexion.

When she stopped beside Kim’s bed, he caught up with her to finish the removal of the dress. That left Sylvia wearing nothing but glasses and rings. He stood behind her to nuzzle her hair and stroke her breasts.

“You,” she said turning. She unbuttoned his shirt while his left hand continued to stroke her breast. His right hand snuck under her belly to reach her vulva. She was already juicy. He played with that juice, spreading it around her lips to the little button.

When Sylvia finished with the shirt, she went right to the pants. She loosened the belt, unbuttoned them, and opened the zipper. When the pants dropped to his ankles, she pushed the shorts down to mid-thigh and began stroking his cock.

“Hey!” They were in no position to get serious, yet.

“Turnabout is fair play.” But she let go, stepped back, and began kneeling on the bed. It took her a while to get into position. When he’d struggled out of his clothes -- shirt, undershirt, shoes, pants -- she was kneeling on the bed with her ankles over the low footboard.

Her breasts were quite impressive like this. He walked over to her side in stocking feet. He reached his left hand down to play with a nipple while he reached his right hand over her rump to let one finger play with her button again.

“George.”

“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.” Okay, teasing over. He went around behind her. He had to admit that this perspective was hard to resist. Sylvia was always attractive, but this view from behind was overwhelmingly voluptuous. Her lips were already parted and glistening. He gripped each buttock in a hand and sank his cock into that lusciousness.

“Oh!” she said, pushing back against him. He reached around, slid a hand between thigh and belly when he pressed her forward. Finally, he reached her button again. It might be too late. All through this time, he was stroking in and out of her slick warmth. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t even slow down. And she wasn’t helping; she was pushing back around him on every thrust. “Yes,” she was saying, “George, more, you!” It wasn’t particularly coherent, but it was quite stimulating.

When her vulva clasped around him, he lost it completely. He grabbed the front of her thighs and pulled back as he drove forward.

“God!” He erupted, throbbing within her, clutching her legs, standing rigid, even on tip toes.

Then he collapsed, falling out of her and along the foot of the bed. She rolled sideward, ponderously, as he slipped to the floor.

“I love you,” he managed to croak before he began climbing back to his feet.

She had her plans for the night, if the boys gave her time. When Bill came into the bedroom, she had the lamp on and the overhead light off. She was in her nightie, but he still slept naked.

“Turn the lamp off, will you?” she said. While he did, she pulled two pieces of Kleenex from the box. “Keep lying that way.” Obediently, he did, and she lay against him in a spoon with her in back for once. “You know, I asked Dr. Gabel about sex -- about whether we could, at least, bring each other off. He explained that he’d given me an episiotomy -- he’d cut me so that the boys would have a wider pathway to come out. Then he sewed me up.” His back had been stiffening throughout this wandering introduction, but he hadn’t said anything. She went on before he could.

“So, he said, I’m held together by stitches down there. If I were to have an orgasm, that might pull out those stitches and cause all sorts of trouble. So, the way I see it, you shouldn’t even touch me that way.” She ran her left hand down his arm to his hand. She pulled it up and put the Kleenexes in it. “Here. Hold these.” She took another breath and continued.

“Well, maybe so, but you didn’t have any operation.” She ran her hand down his torso until she found his pubic hair. “There shouldn’t be any problem with you.” She reached his penis, which got firmer at her touch. She moved her fingers up and down over it lightly. She worked her right hand down to where it was on his ass. “Lift your leg.” When he did, she could feel his balls. She held them gently in her right hand. When his leg closed over his other one, she was still holding his balls.

She threw the covers back with her left hand. If he didn’t catch all of it, and he still had his left hand with the Kleenex up almost to his shoulder, it would mess up the bottom sheet, but there was no reason to mess up the top sheet -- let alone the blanket -- as well. When she returned her hand to his penis, it was now hot and hard. Good! She stroked it along its entire length, then twiddled her fingers right behind the head.

“Carolyn!” Good! He sounded disturbed. He should be disturbed. He snatched the Kleenex down to the head just before he pushed his hips forward. His penis pulsed in her hand -- much easier to feel than it had been in her -- now hors de combat -- vagina. She let go of his balls and brought her right arm back up. Moving the lower arm was difficult, especially with him in front of her. She kept his penis in her hand as it slowly relaxed.

“Get it all?” she asked as she dropped the penis.

Anyway, it was now Bruce’s turn. Bill had finished dressing and catching his breath just before Gayle opened herself up and helped him in. Despite being drained, his cock twitched at the sight. He could remember that cool hand on him, and he could remember even more vividly the warm velvet space that the hand had led him into.

He’d just had an orgasm which had emptied him totally, but the memory of that softness, that smoothness, that warmth against the sensitive nerves of his cock made something kick over in his libido. Bruce, without his limiting recent experience, was swinging his ass to drive himself through that paradise.

And Bruce wasn’t the only one enjoying this fuck. Gayle was rubbing her hands over him. Then, slowly but inexorably, the hands drifted down towards Bruce’s butt. They reached it and pulled him in tighter. That speeded Bruce up, and no wonder.

• ... *

Now, Bruce knew he’d been grabbed. He was moving faster and driving into her harder. Gayle, too, was thrusting back. Looking at her face, he could see that she was really into this, her third fuck of the evening. Hell! It must be the third fuck of the past half hour.

It looked like this was coming to a wild conclusion fairly soon. Greg must have thought so, too. He’d been stripping and started handing what clothes he’d removed to Bill.

Gayle’s face looked like she was suffering, but her hands looked like she really wanted more. Bruce gave her more, ramming into her in a way that must have been hard to accomplish kneeling on an air mattress.

They both shook. Then they both lay quiet.

“You’re going! We decided. I’m not going with you.”

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

It was a very elaborate goodbye, involving kisses before getting in bed. Then it involved 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 its not being true. I won’t regret these kisses.”

“Now, George, now!”

And it was now. He climbed between her legs, careful to put no weight on her abdomen. She placed him, and -- excited by her hand as well as her news -- he drove into her firmly. He was able to hold back, though, until she spasmed around him. Then he pumped his seed -- his presumably redundant seed -- into her.

Again careful of her abdomen, he rolled off her. She backed up against him, and he tucked the covers aver them both. He placed his arm so that he could hold her without oppressing her with its weight. He kissed the back of her head as they both drifted off to sleep.

“Are you sure?” she asked when the studying was over.

“I’m sure that I want you. Are you sure that you can bear my attention?” Put like that, how could she deny him. She went to bed without her Tampax. He was slow and gentle, but insistent. She’d had four climaxes from his hands when he finally entered her. That climax was explosive, and she fell asleep in his arms. It was hours later when she went to the john. Then she woke up enough to insert a Tampax. Still, the sheet showed a large smear of blood that morning.

“It’ll wash,” Andy said when she showed him in the morning. “Do you want me to change the sheet before you come back to bed?”

“Come back? You’d want me to?”

“Hell! I’d like you to stay in bed all day and skip church and your damn sorority lunch. I can’t get that, but I usually get your return to bed. Want me to change the sheet first?”

“If you can stand it, I can stand it.” He only had three sets of sheets, and she thought one was already in the ‘white’ bag of dirty laundry. What he was offering was to sleep on a bloody sheet, her blood, until he did the wash again.

When they were back in bed, they kissed. He kissed down her neck until she shivered in desire. He stopped, however, at her shoulders. He stroked her until she felt she was near.

“Now, Andy.” After using a little Vaseline on the head of his cock, he entered her slowly and gently. When he had filled her, he kissed her forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I know you do. This is so sweet of you.” Well, it wasn’t any sacrifice on her part. He was going to wash the sheets; she wasn’t. Her only difficulty was believing that he really wanted this. But he was clearly enjoying his motions in and out of her. Enjoyment didn’t come close to describing her sensations. She tensed as her arousal spiraled upwards. When the lightning struck her, he groaned. One stroke later, he was pulsing in her.

They lay together until she thought she had to replace her Tampax.

“Well, all right. Sit down.” Bob sat in the rocker and she sat crossways on his knees. They shared a sweet kiss before Bob started petting her. The rocker creaked once when she leaned against his chest. Otherwise, it was still. Jeanette, herself, was still for a bit. She sat there and enjoyed the body supporting her, the hand caressing her, and the lips kissing her cheek. It had been a trying day, and this was a comforting end to it.

After a while, though, the comfort gave way to desire. She got up and shifted position. This time, she was straddling Bob when she sat down. Bob bent to kiss her breasts before stroking the spread thighs. His fingers reached her clit at almost the same time as his lips reached the left nipple. She pulled his head hard against her breast.

Immobilized, Bob sucked and stroked. He could barely get air through his nose, and his mouth was blocked by breast. If he had to go, however, suffocation by breast was the way to go. Finally, Jeanette let go of his head. She grasped him and raised herself up. When she came down it was around him. He felt himself enter her moist warmth until he was completely enclosed. He began rocking. The motion moved him only slightly inside her, but that friction was gloriously exciting.

“Oh, love,” he whispered.

“Darling.” she kissed his forehead. She was above him like this.

“Sweet!” He grabbed her haunches and pulled her against him. This buried him another millimeter into her depth. The motion of the rocker barely pulled him out, but it rubbed him against her both inside and out.

This time, it wasn’t his finger rubbing her. The result was less demanding, but even more arousing. As the feeling grew, she gripped his shoulders. Her whole body felt warm, the warmth began where they were joined, but spread to her head and her toes. Then, a fire burst forth in her center. The fire, too, spread.

“Oh Bob!”

He heard her cry an instant after he felt her first contraction around him. He sped up the rocker and then lifted her an inch by her haunches. As he pulled her down again, he speared through the sweet clutches around him. Then he was buried in her and pulsing. And pulsing.

“Whew!”

“Whew,” she replied. “I love you. Can I stay a minute?”

He pushed her over the back of his easy chair with her head against the seat and her legs dangling down the back. He held her hair down on the seat with his left hand and used his right to spank her ass. She had a belt in the jeans he had pulled down; he worked that out of the loops and used it to beat her when his hand grew tired. The belt was doubled over and made a loud sound on every blow. This scared him but didn’t seem to have much effect on her. When her screams and kicking finally subsided, he grabbed a rubber from the bedroom. Back in the living room, he pulled her back and fucked her while her face was still pressed against the back of the chair.

She came before he did. When he had erupted in her, he pulled out and snapped her jeans closed around her knees. Then he picked up the papers from the floor and put them in one of the desk drawers which locked.

“Hello, Anne,” he whispered.

“Hello, John. I thought you were asleep.” How much had he seen as Belle undressed her? Well, he was her husband; he was entitled to see her. Still, she felt herself blush.

He leaned over to kiss her. The kiss went on and on. His hand went under her nightshirt and up to her breasts. When he finally dropped down beside her, he brought his hand down to her thighs. He stroked there for another long time before he touched her most secret parts. When his touch had become most exciting, though, he stopped to kiss her again.

“Let me help you take this off,” he said, raising her nightshirt. She was doubtful. But he was her husband, and she was obligated to do what he wanted. Besides that, she wanted more of his touches.

When she’d removed the nightshirt, he stroked her breasts while kissing her. He left her mouth to kiss her face and then her neck. When his kisses reached her breasts, his hand returned to her center. Her excitement was nearing its peak when he stopped again. He climbed between her legs and arranged the sheet over his back. As he kissed her, his hand resumed stroking her intimately. Her excitement grew, grew more when his mouth sought out her left breast.

He let the nipple pull out of his mouth while still sucking on it. He straightened above her in the bed, and his organ was at her entrance. He opened that more widely with his fingers. Then he was inside her, buried all the way.