Chapter 6

Dave was starving.

It had already been fairly late when Acacia woke him up with a blowjob, and he had dozed off again after her churning hips and clenching pussy coaxed his second orgasm out of him in a surprisingly short time. He thought he would have lasted longer, given that the edge was taken off with the anal sex. In the end he barely managed to ride out her orgasm without surrendering his seed to her quivering quim, and then he flipped them over and thrust only half a dozen or so times before filling her up.

After that they had a long shower that depleted the hot water reserve in the boiler, and they almost ended up starting round three in the shower, until Acacia reluctantly told him to save his energy for Veronica in case she wanted a turn with him. But he wouldn't be any good on an empty stomach, so he gratefully wolfed down the food Veronica had left him in the oven.

"Ah, the minks have come down at last," Veronica said as she strode into the kitchen. "How did your first time without a condom feel?" she asked Acacia.

"It felt great. I guess I understand now why my former lovers were in such a hurry to do away with the condoms."

Veronica chuckled. "No, you don't."

Acacia frowned. "I don't?"

"You think it's because there was no barrier, right?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"And that's where you're wrong. The difference between good and great sex mostly lies in a woman's mind, and Dave's great at manipulating a woman's mental state to make her feel special and get in the right mood."

"He did make me feel pretty special," Acacia admitted, and Dave's ego purred as it was stroked.

"And if a man's good enough at that, the latex barrier doesn't matter and sex with a condom is just as good. In fact, it has some advantages when it comes to maintaining lubrication. Not to mention the qualities of textured condoms..." Veronica trailed off as she caught herself launching another lecture. "Well, you get my point."

"Don't use my experience with Dave as a yardstick to measure all condom-less sex by?" Acacia probed, seeking confirmation.

"Precisely," Veronica said, looking pleased with Acacia's insight. "But he is good, isn't he?"

"Better than all my boyfriends, Aunt Ronnie. And he lasted forever even though I was in a hurry to feel him shooting off inside me. None of my boyfriends lasted that long when I fucked them that hard and fast. He managed to hold off until I came again!" Acacia gushed.

"The anal sex took the edge off," Dave pointed out, hoping to downplay his accomplishment. He didn't want her to get too high an opinion of his prowess. It would increase the chances of disappointment later.

"I took that into account as well," Acacia said, turning to him. "You have talent, Davie. Only James lasted longer than you did, but he's some twenty years older and he's used to Aunt Ronnie's pussy, so I can't compare you to him."

"Actually, James already had his freakish stamina before he met me," Veronica said.

"So what's Dave's next lesson?" Acacia asked after a lull in the conversation.

Veronica smiled deviously. "How about a threesome?"

Dave nearly choked on the juice he was just gulping down when he heard, and the blood immediately rushed to his cock as he imagined participating in a threesome with two women who cold easily have chosen careers as supermodels. He felt like the protagonist of a poorly written erotic novel in which the suspension of disbelief was often stretched beyond its breaking point.

Acacia shook her head. "If we do that we'll ruin him for high school girls. He'll never want to go back to vanilla sex."

"You won't ruin me," Dave said quickly, not wanting this opportunity to slip through his fingers.

"We probably already have, haven't we?" Veronica laughed, and Acacia joined in.

It took a moment for Dave to realise how childishly eager and totally un-cool he had just sounded, and he smiled bashfully.

"No threesome today, Dave," Veronica continued. "You'll have to earn it. Practice what you've learned on a couple of girls your age, and we'll see about that threesome in a couple of years. Besides, you need to be checked in for your flight about three hours from now, and it'll take us about an hour to get to the airport."

Dave gasped. "Damn it. Is it this late already?"

"I'm afraid it is, kid."

"Looks like we should've had round three after all," Acacia said.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Dave said, morosely.

Veronica laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone look so crestfallen."

"And I don't think you or anyone else will see it ever again. How likely is it that a guy my age will experience what I've experienced these past few days? I doubt even Ed could calculate the odds!"

"Still, I feel a strong urge to console you," Veronica cooed with twinkling eyes. Then she grabbed his hands, pulled him to his feet and dragged him to her bedroom. Once there, she guided him to the bed before climbing on, lying on her back, placing a pillow under her butt and spreading her thighs invitingly.

Dave knew that it meant she wasn't quite ready for penetration yet, so he began kissing and caressing her thighs, working his way towards her pussy very slowly before finally attacking it the way she taught him to. His tongue did its thing while he also stuck in a pair of fingers, stimulating her G-spot while at the same time widening the pussy to ensure easier penetration by his cock when the time came. And it would be soon, given the state of her labia and clitoris, and the ample lubrication she was emitting.

"He's going down on you like a champ," he heard Acacia whisper. "Shit, why couldn't any of my boyfriends have been more like that? You trained him well. Of course, to have learned it that quickly must have taken some talent, too."

"He's very talented," Veronica half moaned, causing Dave to feel immensely proud of his accomplishment.

He looked up he saw that her body was partially flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Knowing that her orgasm couldn't be far off, he shot her a grin prepared to finish the job, but Veronica grabbed the sides of his head to stop him.

"I want you inside me now."

Relief washed over Dave, and he immediately felt guilty about the emotion. He shouldn't feel relief about finally being able to become one with this fantastic woman. He ought to experience it as a privilege.

Veronica chuckled. "Oh, Dave. I really don't blame you for wanting to stick it in."

Suddenly overcome by a surge of affection for this woman, Dave crawled up between her thighs and slid on top of her so his chest pressed against her ample breasts, but resting on his elbows so as not to hurt her. Then he lowered his face to hers and captured her mouth with his, initiating a kiss he tried to make tender and demanding at the same time, hoping to convey to her how he felt through the movement of his lips.

She responded with a passion he had not experienced with her thus far, causing his heart to race and forcing him to close his eyes because the room was suddenly too bright. What she was doing went beyond the exquisite technique he had experienced two days before, and when he finally came up for air it felt like a drowsy awakening from a particularly deep slumber. That was why he initially didn't understand how a hand could be grabbing his cock and rubbing it over Veronica's labia, since hers were running through his hair and he was still resting on both his elbows.

Veronica looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Thanks honey."

"You're welcome," he heard Acacia reply, and felt his cock being pushed until the head was securely inside Veronica's pussy.

Then Veronica wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs and drew him against her, slowly enveloping his throbbing tool with her pulsing pussy. She moaned as he slid past her retracted cervix and bottomed out, but never broke eye-contact with him.

It was Dave's turn to moan when she squeezed him with her pussy-muscles, and he took that as a signal to start moving. In and out he went in long strokes, pressing his pubic bone against her clit on every down-stroke and adding a little grinding motion like she taught him to. He had settled down high in the 'saddle' to put more pressure on her clit as he did the grinding. She taught him that as well, and he was incredibly grateful for her lessons.

"You can thank me by filling me up with your cum," Veronica said, again seemingly reading his mind. Her pussy-muscles began to ripple along his cock more insistently, seeking to draw the cum out of his balls.

Dave wasn't ready to come just yet, though, and he kept his lower body as relaxed as possible and employed the breathing exercise she had taught him to prolong his pleasure while he continued to move within her, occasionally kissing and nibbling on her neck, ears and lips. But all too soon his cock stiffened and thickened to the max, and Veronica squealed triumphantly as he succumbed to the aching pleasure of orgasm, shooting wad after wad of his essence into her.

After the second or third volley, Veronica unexpectedly locked her arms and legs around his body before she went rigid and her pussy convulsed around his squirting cock.

"Uuungh ... c-coming," she groaned into his neck as she kept him pressed tightly into her until their orgasms had tapered off.

Dave spotted his mother waiting for him in the arrivals' terminal, and she soon closed the distance and engulfed him in a tight, motherly hug that made any boy his age shift uncomfortably in embarrassment.

"Mom, we've been apart longer than this!"

"You'll always be my little boy," she said, slowly relinquishing the hug. "So, did you finish your project?"

"Yeah, and we had time to spare, so we went to Toronto. We ran into Acacia."

"How is she?"

"She's doing well," Dave said. "She came over for a visit this morning, and Aunt Ronnie would drop her off after she brought me to the airport."

That was a particularly pleasant memory. He got many looks of undisguised envy as he strolled through the airport with a stunningly beautiful woman on each arm.

"What are you grinning about?" his mother suddenly asked, alerting Dave to the fact that he was betraying too much.

"Nothing."

"Do you really expect me to believe that? You looked like the cat that ate the canary and had cream for desert."

Dave sighed, knowing that his mother wouldn't let it go. So he decided to tell her part of the story. "I was thinking about the looks I got from the men at the airport when I walked with Aunt Veronica and Acacia."

A grin broke out on his mother's face. "Hmmm, I see! Yeah, you were probably the envy of every guy who saw you. They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Uhm ... s-sure," Dave stammered, taken by surprise. He hadn't expected such a remark from his mother.

She rolled her eyes. "Women can say such things about other women and not be gay."

"I know. I just didn't expect it from you. You're my mom."

"And because of that I cease to be human?"

"You do from your little boy's point of view."

Angelica snorted. "To the car, smarty-pants."

Dave snickered, slung his carryall over his shoulder and followed her to the car. "Where are the others?"

"Your father is at work. Frank was at the Tanakas when I left—although he should be home by now—and Ed discovered a way to instantly communicate with Dahlia that's cheaper than a telephone call to Edmonton."

"He worked out how to install the IRC software, then?" Dave asked, knowing that his younger brother had been trying to convince his Dad to let him.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course I did. It isn't exactly new. IRC's been around for a while, although it's becoming more widely available. You really need to keep up with the current technologies, Mom."