"I think you've had enough for the present." He kissed her sweat-damp forehead. "You're coming along just fine."
"Ohhh, I feel so empty inside. That… that thing was making me want to keep it in me forever." She realized what she was saying and blushed. But the heat of her climax was still on her and she couldn't keep from crawling over to grab Nate's limp cock. It was still long and thick but instead of the rigid shaft of feverish flesh like it had been in her mouth, it was spongy-soft and drooping. She kissed it, not knowing why she was behaving so shamefully. If Aunt Lana knew… Rebecca shuddered. She pressed her lips against Nate's cummy glans and licked slowly.
"That won't be any good for you for a while," he laughed, petting the sides of her face. "Why don't you go get cleaned up? Maybe tonight we can get together."
"Yess," she gasped. She felt like a different person. Her past life seemed nothing in comparison to what had happened the past few weeks. What was important now was doing what Nate wanted her to do. Even if it meant doing things her aunt had forbade her to participate in. Because Nate, she was beginning to see, could bring her more pleasure than she'd ever dreamed. He was going to show her more of that glorious paradise she had so far only glimpsed.
CHAPTER SIX
Martha parked her sports car a block away from the boarding house where David lived. She knew what an old crank that woman was who ran the place. Martha pitied the pretty brown-haired teenager, Lana's niece. Wasn't her name Rebecca? Yes. David had mentioned it once or twice. Rebecca seemed awfully shy for someone with her good looks. It had taken college to open her up.
"Yeah," she grinned, flicking off the ignition of her MG. "It sure opened me up all right."
It had been halfway into her freshman year when she'd lost her virginity. David had been kind enough to see to that. And he'd been kind enough to see to a lot more in past months. But Martha felt that a certain amount of boredom had set in. She wasn't all that experienced, nor was David. He had a couple of positions in his repertoire and used them over and over. He also had, a penchant for fellatio. Martha hadn't liked the thought of cumin her mouth at first but when David had shown such pleasure, she'd taught herself how to gulp the spurting cream without choking. She'd taught herself a few tongue techniques too, watching his reactions closely and remembering what pleased him most.
But even this hadn't really brightened up their sex life that much. Martha was beginning to wonder if their relationship was growing a bit stale. Well, even if it was, David could make her come. Most of the time. And at nineteen, Martha couldn't dismiss the throbbing, thrilling torment of hot climax under the thrashing body of a good-looking male. She had to learn something before she found that special guy.
It was still too early for the landlady to be up when Martha came quietly up to the back door of the big old house. She could see David's window and a tingle of anticipated sex went through her mound. She opened the door and slipped into the empty kitchen. The house was still. Smiling, she crept softly to the stairs and went up them, pausing at the top to make certain she wouldn't be discovered. David's door beckoned. She let herself into his room and turned the key to give them privacy. By now her cunt had begun to dampen the crotch band of her panties. There on the bed David was sprawled, his legs out from under the sheet, his lanky body naked.
Her misgivings about carrying on a boring relationship with a male she didn't love quickly vanished as she felt her breathing quicken and her heart begin to pound. Martha peeled off her tennis shorts and panties together, not bothering to untie her jogging shoes. She peeled her top up over her head next and glimpsed her reflection as she hesitated before the mirror. She had a perfect build, her breasts in proportion to the rest of her, her blonde hair falling loose and long around her shoulders. A tangle of tightly curled fluff almost hid her cunt but she could see the dark-pink line of glistening flesh where she was beginning to swell open. She dipped a finger slowly across the yearning flesh.
"Uhhhh," she breathed, watching the handsome young man sleeping on the bed. His cock was partly erect. A piss hard-on is what David called it. She liked to fuck his piss hard-on because it lasted longer. When he got up to relieve himself it was like flicking a switch. He'd come almost as soon as he got it in her.
Martha sat gently on the edge of the bed and curled her fingers around his cock. She began to massage him gently, lightly kissing his small male nipple. David smiled and turned to look at her.
"Morning, Martha," he drawled.
"Don't you have it easy?" she said, pretending to be miffed. "I drive over here early as you can make cummy in my tummy without your funky landlady raising hell."
"Aw, kiss me!" he said. They kissed, but Martha was more interested in having his rigid cock inside her. And it was right now. Her working fingers had brought the hot blood pulsing in. His glans was swelling even as she watched it. Turning from a pale blue to a much darker hue. She bent forward to let her wet lips brush the lobes along the bottom. David sucked in a breath.
"Hey, it'd be neat to do something different today," he said, touching her soft, blonde hair. She cuddled against him a little.
"Like what, evil man?"
"Ohhhh, I don't know." His fingers curved around white bottom. He squeezed each plump cheek as she cooed and nuzzled against his chest. When one finger found her rectum and lightly pressed against the taut, dry place, Martha gasped and jerked in shock.
"You're kidding."
"God, Martha, don't freak out. I was just thinking of what some guy told me. He says that's really a nice way to do it."
"Fuck a girl's…" Martha couldn't even say it. It sounded wrong to her. And it wasn't that hole she wanted filled. It was the other one that ached to be reamed out.
"Let me! Come on, Martha, I won't hurt you."
"It's so dry. And anyhow I don't think you'd fit."
"Hell, how would you be able to take a…"
"Oh stop talking like that, David," she snapped, sitting up. "I mean, I'm no prude, but isn't that a bit much?"
"I've got something to make it go in easy."
Martha pushed hair back from her forehead and stared at him. "You really want to, don't you? You really want to fuck me in my ass."
"Yeah, Martha. I do." He squeezed her shoulders. "Come on."
Martha rolled onto her belly and put her face against David's pillow. He seemed overjoyed and excited. She heard him bustling around the room. When he sat on the bed again, he had a jar of something.
"Just relax, baby," he whispered, unscrewing the lid.
Martha closed her eyes. She was a little shocked by all this. It still didn't seem quite right. But when a boy was so insistent, it was hard to resist. For no special reason she thought of the landlady's niece sleeping innocently a few doors away. What would that shy, long-legged creature think if she knew what was happening?
David's finger slipped into the crevice between her asscheeks and she groaned as he smeared something greasy against her rectum. He petted and spread the lubricating gel until, despite her aversion to what he had in mind, Martha began to grow a little excited. When he eased his forefinger into her pinched hole, she gave a squeal of surprise.
"It's not so bad, is it?"
"I don't know. It sure feels weird." Martha noticed that David had a rock-hard erection. It was obvious that he was very worked up about this little new little game. He'd probably been planning it for days.
"You look so big," she gasped. "I know it's gonna hurt."
"Does my finger hurt?"
"It's lots smaller."
"Here, I'll use two. Get you loosened up."
"Uhhh, ohhhhh, David, stop! That feels… weird!"
"Good?"