She ventured to look at it as it grew. Half hard and quite flexible, it fit in her hand very well. It didn't really frighten her at the moment, nor did the big man who held his arm so fondly about her. Even the little house wasn't so sinister now in the light of day. His penis was getting quite hard, and long. It was fully seven inches long and it had a certain proud but primitive beauty about it as it jutted up from his hairy loins. There was nothing at all attractive about his testicles, though, those sinister spheres nestled between his legs in the hairy sac. She squeezed his rock-hard shaft tightly, trying to hurt him, and it only made him sigh with pleasure. Soon it would be inside her, and in spite of herself, she'd probably be sighing with pleasure too.
"You've got beautiful hands. You're beautiful everywhere."
"You're ugly, and so is this," she said, stroking it up and down, and finding the knob of it surprisingly soft.
He shuddered and sighed and hugged her closer, and looking at his face she could see his weakness in it. She realized she could confuse as well as excite him in this way and thus perhaps make her escape, and that knowledge was exciting to her. The thing to do was to excite him without gratifying him; and at the moment it didn't seem like it would be hard to do. Just stroke it very softly, enough so that it felt very good, but not enough to drive him to the point where he'd want to have intercourse with her right away. That point would come, but the longer she delayed it, the better off she was. And now that she'd touched him there, it wasn't so bad. There was even a sort of a thrill in having stimulated him so easily with her hand, so small and soft in comparison to his big hardness. She smiled with her growing knowledge of his weakness.
"You see? It's not so bad," he said, stroking her back and shoulder. "In time you'll get to like it. All women do."
"I doubt that," she said coolly, experimenting now by running her fingertips very lightly over the blood-filled head of it, and observing how he fidgeted and pulled her closer.
"Hey, I almost forgot," he said, and got up from the couch.
She was surprised at how easily he'd left the caress of her hand, that hand which could still feel the warmth of him. He went into the kitchen, and Laura took the opportunity to look out through the front door window. The dog was still there, sleeping but ready, and she returned to the couch. He came back in with a glass of water in his hand, his fully erect penis preceding him, bobbing with his steps in a rather ludicrous way.
"Take this," he said, and showed her the little pink pill in the palm of his hand.
"It's an aphrodisiac, isn't it?"
"It's a birth-control pill. You'd better take it because I'm not about to use a rubber on you again."
Being pregnant by him was an awful thought, so she took it, with him standing by, his huge penis on a level with her eyes. Even if it was an aphrodisiac, she vowed she wouldn't get so aroused she'd take that thing in her mouth.
He sat down and started necking with her, very smoothly and gently. She felt herself becoming sexually aroused, but not to the extent she'd be if the pill had been an aphrodisiac. She felt as she did during a long necking session with Chuck, and that was understandable, for although Perry was not the man she loved, they were both naked and the sensuality of the physical contact could not be denied. Her vagina was moistening as a result of his caresses and kisses, and also, it seemed, from the feeling of his penis in her hand.
It was really remarkable how hard and springy it was, and now that she'd overcome her first fears, it felt rather good in her hand. It seemed to have an odor about it which was not wholly unpleasant. Best of all, her fondling of it made him react with sighs and shiverings, and it felt good to be able to exercise this small power of him. She was starting to relax and enjoy herself when she noticed the clear liquid oozing out of it. She was shaken then by how close she'd come to making him ejaculate, and she extricated herself from his embrace.
Wanting to wash her hand, she said, "I'd better do the dishes."
To her relief, he let her go, but to her distress, he followed her into the kitchen. He played around with her as she washed the dishes, petting her and kissing her, his cock touching her buttocks and hips to remind her of where it would soon be going. He tickled her and tried to make her laugh, and she grew increasingly nervous about his forcing her to suck his cock after all. She turned and let him kiss her directly on the mouth tremulously slipping her arms about his waist and pulling him a little closer. She wanted his cock to feel the warmth of her belly rather than that of her mouth.
It pleased him. "That's it. You see, you can relax."
"I suppose you… want to go to bed now."
"You ready?" he asked with a smile, and slid his hand down over her trembling body to her loins, and there slipped his finger into the moist folds of her vulva. "Yeah, you're about ready. Let's take the rest of the Bloody Mary's, make the bed, and get in it."
He led her along with an arm about her waist, the pitcher of drinks, in his other hand, his cock bobbing before him. Why didn't he get it over with? How long would it stay up like that? Helping her put fresh sheets on the bed, his penis began to deflate. She felt a certain pang when she saw that, and she was ashamed of herself for it.
"Lie down and I'll pour us a drink and we can talk."
"We have nothing in common to talk about," she said, climbing up on the bed.
"We could talk about how much I love you. Or if you don't want to talk, you could just lie there while I take a few more pictures of you. You are so beautiful, Laura. And…"
"And what?" she said, watching his prick as it slowly started swelling again, all of its own accord.
"And I bought you some lingerie. Some sexy stuff. I'd sure like to get a few shots of you in that."
She shook her head in disgust. "If I'm so beautiful, why do you have to see me in cheap clothes like that?"
"So I won't take any pictures now. We'll just make out," he said, and flopped down on the bed with her and started necking again.
Horizontally it was even more exciting. She couldn't help but get aroused, for he was a very smooth lover when he wanted to be, and she was normal enough to be further aroused by his cock pressing against her flanks and belly. He seemed to be in no hurry, and this relaxed her and let the excitement in her spread. She'd returned to the point of wanting him to put it in her, and with the help of the drink she could admit to herself that this was largely for selfish reasons. She simply wanted to have it in her for the good feelings it inevitably brought. But while before he'd been in such a hurry for her that he'd done it without even coming in out of the rain, now he was in no hurry at all. He rolled her all about on the bed, kissing and caressing her and doing his best to make her forget she was there against her will.
She was hot. She wanted his cock in her very badly, and since no one would ever know she'd said it, she murmured, "Go on, Perry. Put it in."
"My cock?"
"Yes, your cock, darn it! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Honestly!"
"That's what I wanted to hear," he chuckled. "But it's not what I want to do. I want to eat you first."
He had her sit on his chest, and with a pillow under his head, he licked her cunt. In this position she could look down and see how he did it, and that made it more exciting still. She liked the feeling of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her forward against his mouth. His tongue was the same color as her vulva, but more coarsely textured, and he used it very well. She got that flying sensation, the feeling of that other person inside her emerging, and she started to come.
There was no point in trying to hold it back. She bit her lip and moaned, grasped his head and opened her legs wider. She was flowing with the delicious sensations when he quit her buttocks with his hands and squeezed her breasts, hard, and the full fury of the orgasm struck her. She groaned and cried out, dug her fingers into his head and rubbed her exploding cunt against his mouth. He winked and sucked hard on her clitoris, and in the throes of her lust she toppled over to the side. He stayed right with her, wringing every drop of pleasure from her with his tongue, until it all became too much and her passionate thrashings slowed and stopped.