"Oh shit," he grunted as the orgasm fired through his body like a nuclear reaction. His knees wobbled and he had to hold onto the sides of the shower to keep from falling. His sperm fired from his cock in hot jets and she kept sucking the entire time, never taking her eyes off his face, never letting that sweet, innocent sensation slip from her own.
When the last vestiges of his climax faded away, when he was finally able to maintain his feet beneath him without holding onto something, she pulled her mouth from his member and stood up. She licked her lips a few times and kissed him.
"Do I make the grade?" she asked sweetly.
"You set the standard for the grade," he told her. "Holy shit."
She smiled again, this time not so innocently. She reached over and turned off the shower. "Let's get dried off and go to the bedroom," she told him. "We've only just begun."
They retired to the bedroom. Once there she lay naked on her back, her legs spread widely, opening herself up almost obscenely for his inspection. "Eat me some more," she told him. "Eat me raw."
He ate her raw. He put his face between her legs and did not remove it for almost thirty minutes. He licked and sucked and slurped and tongued. He slid his fingers into her body, first one and then two and then three. He brought her to orgasm after orgasm, with her screaming out guttural obscenities as each one took her over, and still she kept begging for more, demanding more. He ate her until his tongue was numb, his jaw cramping, his neck stiff and threatening to lock up on him.
Finally after orgasm number six or so, she pulled him out of her crotch. She sat up and kissed his face, licking her own juices from his mouth, his chin, his cheeks. When she finished drinking her fill of this bounty, she rolled over, positioning herself on her hands and knees, presenting her backside to him, her head facing the front of the bed, her swollen pussy gaping open for his plunder.
"Fuck me," she told him, looking over her shoulder.
He nodded, but instead of moving forward, he stood up and turned towards the bedroom door.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "Fuck me!"
"I need to get a rubber," he said.
She shook her head almost violently. "No," she told him. "You don't need a rubber. I'm on the pill! It's safe!"
"But..."
"Come on!" she demanded. "I need you in me, Jake. Get up here!"
Ordinarily he would have ignored such pleas but this was not an ordinary situation. This was Mindy, the girl he had been talking to and dating — for lack of a better term — for almost a month now. Mindy was trustworthy, wasn't she? And even if she wasn't, she certainly wouldn't have any reason to lie about being on the pill, would she? Getting pregnant by Jake would be much more damaging to her than it would be to him.
He turned and climbed back on the bed.
"Yes," Mindy said. "Oh yes. Now fuck me hard! Fuck me like you hate me!"
Fuck me like you hate me? Jake wondered, a bit taken aback. What the hell kind of shit was that?
"Come on!" she demanded. "Get that cock in me! Pound me! Use me! Treat me like a fuckin' slut!"
His cock was, of course, quite hard and had been so for the past twenty-seven minutes. He didn't pause any longer to ponder the meaning of her words. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed her roughly by her hips, and slid into her body in one fluid stroke. He began to fuck her, pistoning his hips rapidly and strongly.
"Yes," Mindy cried in sheer pleasure. "Slap those balls against my ass. Oh fuck yes!"
She fucked back at him expertly and well, matching his rhythm exactly, never missing a stroke. After ten minutes of rear-entry, she pulled free and lay on her back again, this time pulling her knees up to her shoulders, opening herself as wide as possible. He fucked her in this position until both of them were sweaty and panting. For the finale she rolled Jake onto his back and climbed atop him, mounting him in the female superior position. She ground herself to one more orgasm and then began to slam her body up and down on his cock in a frenzy, sweat flying off her face, her breasts bouncing deliciously.
"Come, Jake," she panted, her fingers pinching at his nipples. "Come for me! Shoot in my body!"
He stopped holding his orgasm at bay and it only took a few seconds before he did as she asked. Like before, it was looking at her face that sent him over the edge, the sweaty, lustful, ecstatic face that belonged to the cute girl on The Slow Lane. His second orgasm was almost as powerful as the first.
They cuddled afterward, both of them naked atop the covers, letting the sweat dry from their skin. The Mindy he was familiar with — the Mindy who spoke no profane words, his voice was soft and sweet — returned within minutes.
"That was some good lovemaking," she observed. "I can see that all that practice you get in on the road really pays off."
"You were pretty good yourself," he said. "Very... uh... energetic."
She blushed furiously, unable to meet his eyes. "I do get a bit of a potty mouth when I'm... you know... doing it, don't I?"
He kissed her cheek, which still smelled very strongly of her vaginal secretions. "I wasn't quite expecting that," he admitted. "But I liked it."
She ran her fingers through the sparse hair on his chest. "You didn't think that I was... uh... a virgin or anything, did you?"
"Uhh, well... I wasn't expecting that actually, but I wouldn't have been surprised if you had been."
"My sweet, wholesome image," she said, this time with a hint of bitterness in her tone. "A lot of it just image, Jake, sad to say. I adore having sex, absolutely adore it. I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen and the producer of The Slow Lane seduced me on the couch in his office." She shrugged. "He was pretty good too. Not as good as you, though. You're up in the top five category, I'm telling you."
"So what else is just image?" he asked her.
She giggled. "I guess you'll just have to figure that out for yourself as we go along, won't you?"
That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for, but he accepted it. What else was there to do?
Chapter 10A: Exposures
It was eleven o'clock the next morning when Mindy dropped Jake off in the usual place. As was the usual routine, they did not kiss or hug or show any sort of affection toward each other. They simply smiled, said their goodbyes, and parted company.
Jake was limping as he made his way back to his building. He was tired, having gotten less than two hours of broken sleep the night before. He and Mindy had spent the entire night naked in her bedroom, lustfully boffing each other's brains out. Her appetite for sex was incredible, something one had to experience to believe. She could scream out four, five, even six orgasms and still she wanted more. Jake's jaw was so stiff from eating her he could barely open it. He had fingernail scratches all over his back and buttocks. His lower back and groin muscles ached with a dull soreness that throbbed outward with each step he took. His penis was shriveled and raw, with abrasions in several places. It had done its duty well, performing all that was asked of it without faltering, ejaculating no less than six times in the past eighteen hours, but it was letting him know about it now.