When her gyrations stopped she hooked her hands into my armpits and pulled on me. "Fuck me!" She commanded.
"I want to eat you some more." I told her, trying to pull back.
"Fuck me!" She growled. "Fuck me now! And then, after you come, I want you to eat me again."
So she had fantasies. But I imagined it would not be as enjoyable as she imagined since I intended to wear a condom. "I need to get a rubber first." I told her, trying to get up.
Her strong arms pulled me back down. "I'm on the pill." She told me. "Now fuck me! And then eat me!"
"Are you REALLY on the pill?" I asked, hesitating.
"Yes Goddamit!" She whined, "I've been on it for a year now. Now fuck me Billy! Fuck me now! Get your ass up here!"
I figured, through my haze of lust, that she probably wouldn't lie about that. So I climbed aboard, sliding up her sweaty body and putting the head of my dick against her wet lips.
"Do it!" She yelled, putting her legs around my ass and pulling with them. "Fuck me!"
I thrust forward into her tight slit, going in in one smooth, gripping motion. We sighed together as our pubic bones met.
"Fuck me hard!" She panted, thrusting her hips up at me. "Come on!"
I fucked her hard, pounding into her body and establishing a rhythm that got my heartrate well into the aerobic exercise category. Sweat began to form on my face and drip onto hers. When the droplets landed near her mouth she would lick at them. She kept chanting "yes, yes, yes, fuck me" as my cock assaulted her tight pussy, making wet, squishing sounds and pouring her juices out onto the bedspread.
I angled upward with my thrusts, making the shaft rub forcefully against the top of her vagina, where the clitoral nerves were. I made sure my pubis ground into hers with each thrust, which served both to pleasure her, driving her towards orgasm and served to pleasure my cock. I squeezed her tits, tweaking the nipples, I felt her tight ass as it moved beneath me, I gave her my fingers, allowing her to suck on them. I felt vague pain both in my side and in my stomach as my wounds were stretched and pulled by my frantic action but it was unimportant, overridden by the pleasure her young body was giving mine.
She came again, screaming into my ear and then biting down on the lobe. I was right behind her, pumping out another load into her gasping chasm.
My thrusts had barely stopped before she pushed me downward. "Now eat me." She said. "Please? Eat my pussy now that you've come in it. Please?"
Obviously this was a long-held fantasy of hers. Though she had definite experience, I doubted she had ever gotten someone to do THIS act for her before. Teenagers and even college age men would be disgusted by the very thought. Hell, most fully-grown and matured men were. Though it wasn't one of my favorite activities, it wasn't repulsive either. It was something I'd done before (I'd found that many women shared Cindy's fantasy of having sperm licked from their vagina). My motto had always been do whatever it takes to insure future copulation. I gave her a smile and then slid down her body. I spread her sweaty legs wide and looked at her pussy. It was drooling juice and sperm, oozing it onto the bedspread. I hesitated just to make her ask again. I didn't have to wait long.
"Come on?" She begged. "Do it, please?"
I lowered my head and went to work.
It took her only a short time to come again but still I ate her until yet another orgasm came through. I then rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. With a few adjustments her pussy was soon clamped down on my cock once more and I was thrusting up into her. She didn't want me to come in her pussy again though. Instead, she pulled herself off of me and took me into her mouth once again. She put her impressive blowjob abilities to work and soon I was blasting another load down her throat.
She crawled up onto my body and collapsed atop it, kissing my cheeks and my lips. "God o'mighty." She proclaimed. "That was the best sex I have ever had. Stephie was right about you."
"Stephie?" I asked. "Do you mean Stephanie Massie?"
"You know damn well who I mean Billy." She smiled, nuzzling me a little. "She told me you could eat a pussy like there was no fuckin' tomorrow. And goddam if you can't."
"I certainly wouldn't know how she would know that." I told Cindy.
"You're full of shit." Cindy told me affectionately. "She gave me every stinky detail. You fucked the shit out of her."
I shook my head, smiling a little. "Nope." I said. "I most certainly did not. She let me kiss her a little but she wouldn't let me do anything else."
Cindy stared into my eyes, trying to read what was behind them. "Are you for real?" She finally asked.
"As real as I can be." I said, sitting up. "But you know what? You and I didn't do anything either."
"We didn't?"
I shook my head again. "Nope. We looked at records, I tried to put a move on you, and you shot me down. Hell, you can't blame me for trying, can you?"
She looked at me grinning. "I guess I can't."
"But if you're ever with groups of girls and you want to tell them some dick stories about how Tracy's little brother ate your pussy until you screamed, or about how he fucked you until you clawed marks in his back, or about how he licked his come out your still-twitching cunt afterwards," I licked my lips. "Well, there's not much I can do about that now, is there? I'll deny it of course, but you know how girls love to listen to those dick stories? Hell, people believe everything they hear, don't they?"
"I guess they do." She said teasingly. "But I'm not that kind of girl. Suppose I promised to keep my mouth shut about what happened here today?"
"Oh I don't expect you to." I said. "I guess I'll just have to live with the reputation your lies will give me, won't I?"
"I guess you will." She said, giggling now. "It's a tough life, isn't it?"
Chapter 4
Here, at last, is chapter four of my ongoing saga. This chapter is a bit different since it covers a much greater span of time than the previous chapters did. Again, comments are greatly appreciated and I will eventually answer all legitimate email. Sorry to all that it sometimes takes me a while. Send comments to al_steiner@hotmail.com
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
JOURNEY
Time continued to go on, as it does. I was pleased to see that it passed at an adult's pace instead of a child's or a teenager's. I went to bed each day and I woke up each day still in my new life. Gradually I became convinced that I was there to stay, that I wouldn't suddenly wake up again back in 1999. This was an idea that, once I became used to being back in my teens, used to terrify me.
Of course there were things that I missed. Modern music for one. I longed painfully sometimes to hear a little alternative rock or modern heavy metal instead of what I considered to be golden oldies. I missed some of the conveniences that I'd become accustomed to in the nineties that weren't commonplace in the early eighties. Video recorders and rented movies were a prime example. My parents would not own a VCR until late in 1984. Even then video stores would not begin to crop up until early in 1985. But most of all I missed Becky. There were times I cried in my bed at night as I lay sleepless, feeling condemned to the knowledge that I would never see her again, never hold her again.