"Student_s Bedroom Demonstration" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tavish Mack)

Chapter 15

"Oh, Sally, baby, It's so good to have you alone at last," Peter exclaimed as the door closed behind the last of the troop of police and FBI men who had been questioning her almost nonstop for hours.

She smiled at him, exhausted.

"I've been so worried about you," he went on tenderly, sitting down on the couch Weside her and taking her hand. "I was so afraid that they'd hurt you."

Her smile faded.

"Peter," she began hesitantly.

"Mm?"

He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips, then turned her hand and pressed his lips against the tiny pulse of her wrist.

"Oh, Peter – please – I have to – talk to you."

"I'm listening, my precious."

"They – oh, darling… I'm afraid you – "

"Afraid what?" He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You – I – "

"Hmm?"

"I'm not a – a – "

He let go of her hand and cupped her chin In one hand, turning her face up to him. He kissed her quickly on the lips.

"Are you trying to say, my little wife-to-be, that you happen not to have that entirely useless membrane known as the hymen still intact?"

She lowered her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. He hugged her close.

"Frankly, my dear," he said, "I don't give a damn!"

"Oh, Peter!" A great tide of incredulous relief swept through her. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do!"

"But you said – you said you wanted to marry a virgin! You said you – "

"Correction, my precious: I may have said I was happy you were – but the cherry is only an extra on top of the cake, you know. It's nice to have, but it doesn't really mean that much. It's how we both feel about each other that's the important thing – and I do love you, my little Sally!"

"Oh, Peter – and I love you, too!"

"Did they – hurt you, Sally?" he asked anxiously. She thought about it.

"I guess – I guess not too much"

"Did you – enjoy it?"

She looked into his eyes, and replied honestly:

"Some of it. A lot."

"I'm glad."

"You are?"

"Of course!" "I – seem to be more highly sexed than I ever thought I could be, Peter," she confessed.

"Oh, I knew you would be, once you let yourself go," he told her confidently. "You weren't aware of it, I know – but I'm something of an expert in these matters."

She looked up at him again.

"Are you going to be faithful to me?" she asked bluntly.

"Well." He released her chin and took her hand again. "That's really a matter of definition."

"It is?"

"You see," he said slowly, "in marrying you, I make a special commitment to you. The way I've lived my life before Is no longer valid as a guide to the future: we have to work out between ourselves Just how our relationship functions."

"I don't think I – understand what you're saying."

"Well, let me put it this way: I've been a swinger for most of my sexually active lifetime. I like variety; I like to make It with different women. But that doesn't mean that I've become emotionally involved with them. Friends with many, yes. Some tenderness, affection – but that's not the same as my involvement with you. From now on, you have the first claim on me. And I on you."

"Claim…"

"Maybe we'll decide on a strictly monogamous lifestyle. But if we agree to swing, then each of us is still the most important to the other. Anything else is – just a nice experience on the side, like going out for a meal from time to time instead of eating regular home cooking."

"And if I – don't want to swing?"

"Then we try monogamy." He grimaced slightly. '1 don't know how much of a success I'd be at it, but if it'll make you happy, I'll do my damnedest, Sally."

"May I – think about It?"

"Of course," he laughed.

She took a deep breath.

"Peter," she said, "I want to – make love with you."

His grip on her hand tightened.

"Now?" he asked softly.

"Now," she responded definitely.

"Oh, Sally!"

Their lips met in a long, deep, burning kiss that set a fire blazing in her mouth and seemed to shower sparks down into the very depths of her body. Her arms clasped around his neck, almost desperately, as though she could never bear to let him go, even for a moment.

"Oh, my darling, he said, pulling away a little and sucking in a deep breath.

"I – oh, I love you," she murmured.

He pulled her to her feet, then swept her up Into his arms and carried her through the apartment into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and went back to close the door. Not really necessary, since they were alone in the apartment, but a symbol of the intimacy they were about to explore.

She watched him with hungry eyes, appraising his lithe, well-made body. He smiled lovingly in response as he came back to the bed and sat down on the edge.

"We'll be married very soon, now," he said.

"It doesn't matter," she assured him, and his arms enfolded her in another deep, sweet, burning kiss.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding It off his broad shoulders to reveal a deep, powerfully muscled chest that tapered to a slim waist. Without fuss, he unfastened his pants and stripped them off, turning a little away from her, then facing her in complete nakedness. Her eyes went to the hanging length between his thighs: it was not such a hefty monster as Willy's, but it was certainly impressive.

Her pussy gave a little clutch of response at the sight and began to ooze its sweet dew of preparation for the delights of which she was now sure.

She reached for the hem of her sweater and drew it off over her head, then reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which she had resumed when she had dressed after her wonderful session of lovemaking with Doris. She shrugged it off, and Peter drew a deep breath of appreciation as the generous, white-skinned mounds of her beautiful breasts swung free, rosy nipples already hard and taut with her excitement.

She wriggled out of her skirt and climbed off the bed, standing in front of him.

"Take my panties off, darling," she murmured provocatively, lowering her eyes as though in modesty.

As he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged downwards, his cock, which had been gradually pulsing into fullness, surged to Its complete hardness in a swift series of tiny jerks as the blood poured into its spongy tissues. By the time she was completely naked, it stood straight out from his body, aiming itself directly at her crotch.

She reached out a timid hand and delicately touched Its velvet-skinned head. A silver string of precoltal fluid fell away from the tiny pulsing slit and tangled itself in the masculine hairiness of his strong thigh.

"It's all for you," he said, and she encircled it in a firmer, surer grasp.

And without even thinking, she dropped down to her knees and embraced the hot, arrow-shaped head with her pink, moist lips, relishing the salty taste of his flesh. Her hands grasped his thighs for a moment, then ventured further to caress his small, tight, hair-spattered ass as the iron-hard shaft slowly made its way into the dark, hot cave of her mouth, and pressed deeply into the fiery darkness of her velvet-walled furnace of a lovingly welcoming throat.

She held him there for as long as she could, until she was forced to pull away to get her breath. She was reluctant to let him go, and she smiled up at him. They shared the knowledge that the union they craved was only weakly echoed by the contact of mouth and cock "Fuck me," she said softly. "Oh, Peter, please fuck me now. I can't wait any longer!"

He took her hands and drew her back up Into his arms for another long kiss that set her senses flaming with renewed desire. His hard chest scraped its mass of hair across her throbbing nipples, crushing the yielding hillocks of her plentiful breasts against his hard, masculine torso.

The pulsating mass of his impatient cock thrust itself against her belly, and she reached a hand down between them and guided It between her legs to fit Into the rapidly moistening groove of her outer pussy lips, and rub deliciously against the inflamed knob of her sensitized clitoris.

His hands gathered up the bouncy flesh of her beautiful ass and squeezed, then he pulled her hips even closer to his own, so that the pubic hair ground against hers, and their thighs seemed almost to be welded to each other.

They clung together in that long, deep, wet kiss, their bodies brimming with the white-hot fluids of lust, until Sally began to feel lightheaded and had to pull away a little to get her breath.

Peter laughed softly, caught her up in his arms, and tossed her effortlessly onto the bed.

She lay sprawled as she had fallen, gazing at him with blue eyes full of eager adoration, eyes flicking from his handsome face to the broad swell of his arm and shoulder muscles; his powerful chest with Its swirls of dark hair studded by the two tiny nipples; his trim waist and flat belly and deep navel, his narrow hips and sturdy thighs and muscular calves and well-shaped feet and ankles – and the focal point of it all, as far as her immediate desire was concerned: the meaty, throbbing lance of flushed and pulsing flesh that jutted out like an iron spear from the tangle of dark pubic hair that decorated his loins.

But It was his cock she wanted. If it had belonged to any other man, perhaps she would still have wanted it – but not with quite the same special hunger that possessed her now.

He strode swiftly to the bed and knelt on the edge. With one hand he lightly stroked down the length of her silk-skinned body, trailing little flames of need along her flesh so that she quivered and moaned helplessly. His fingertips gently massaged one of her hard nipples, bringing it to almost aching tightness.

Her pussy was damp and Itching; again she longed for fulfillment, but she would let him set the pace. Let him do whatever he liked best – this time!

"You are so beautiful, Sally," he whispered, stretching himself out next to her, leaning on his side on one elbow. His fingertips continued their feather light caresses, but she could almost feel the heat from his avid eyes.

Rather timidly, she reached out her own fingers and stroked his chest, astonished and delighted when his nipples hardened beneath her touch. She played with them for a moment, and ruffled the hair on his chest.

He stroked the hair tenderly back from her face and kissed her again. As their tongues explored and struggled together, he rolled over onto her, letting most of his weight rest on her body. Automatically she spread her thighs wide apart, delighting in the feeling of the rigid length of his hot, steel-like cock pulsating between their bellies. She curled her legs up around his hips to pull him even closer, and felt the touch of his balls brushing against her ass cheeks.

Again he pulled free of her embrace and crawled away backwards. She was puzzled for a moment, then moaned softly with delicious anticipation when he crouched between her thighs, taking her knees In his hands and setting her legs up over his shoulders.

Then his tongue was flickering into the nectar chamber of her trickling pussy, sipping at the sexual honeydew that welled out like a tiny spring.

After a few moments he made a tiny excursion along the central ridge of the inner lips, along one side of the groove, darted his tongue briefly against her pounding clitoris, and was away down the other groove and back to her quivering vulva before she knew what was happening. Then It was a sort of delayed reaction, sending a slow shockwave of almost orgasmic response shuddering through her super-excited body.

Languidly she gazed down at the brown-haired head working between her thighs, and reached down to stroke his hair lovingly with one hand, sensuously caressing the nape of his neck and his wide shoulders.

"Let me suck you too," she suggested, but he went on with his marvelous tongue-stabbing work as though he hadn't even heard what she proposed.

She recalled her determination to let him do it his way, and relaxed, lying back and giving herself up in complete abandonment to the delicious, almost overpowering enjoyment of the arrows of sexual sensation that his probing, flicking tongue was aiming at her vulnerable nerve endings.

Her nipples now stood as hard as tiny cocks, she saw, and her clitoris felt as though It might explode at any moment Deep within her belly she could feel her womb coming alive with the dark, secret sensations of joyous response that she knew was the very center of her complete femininity.

She brought her own hands up to her breasts to give some tactile comfort to her throbbing nipples, fingering them, flicking them back and forth. She could not make them any harder than they already were: they seemed to be gorged to the very utmost of their blood-holding capacity.

Quivers of excitement rippled through her belly. She could not tell whether they were visible to him, but to her they felt like a veritable earthquake. She was going to come; any moment now she was going to come and come and come and -Then he sat up, leaving her hovering on the very brink of the precipice of orgasm, her cunt seething like a volcano just ready to blow.

He was moving up the bed, straddling her chest; his thrusting, red-flushed cock was only a fraction of an inch from her welcoming, passion-wet lips.

"Suck me," he said; the words were a command, almost arrogant, but their message was softened and subdued by the tenderness that glowed in his eyes.

His trim buttocks were cushioned against the pillows of her white breasts, and she could feel the soft-haired weight of his dangling balls resting in the valley between them. The musky male perfume she was beginning to know and adore drifted to her nostrils: the incredibly arousing smell of man, of sexual man – of her man, her lover -Her husband She encircled his hips with her arms, her hands on her buttocks, and urged him forward just a fraction to bring the silken-textured head of his rock-hard cock into the willing harbor of her rosy lips. At once her tongue sought out the tiny hole at the tip where the preparatory fluid welled out, so much like the little spring that flowed from the depths of her own sex, making ready the way and covering all the slick surfaces and sensitive mucous membranes with sweet slippery balm.

Her mouth filled with warm saliva, and she closed her eyes and started to suck as well as she could – it was more a pressing of her tongue and the roof of her mouth around his invading shaft – and, fraction by fraction, he pressed in deeper. She relaxed those strange muscles of her dark, velvety throat to accept him, and at last she felt the prickly brush of his pubic hair against her lips, and the soft slap of his balls as they swung to rest against her chin.

And then again he left her, drawing his cock out of her hot, wet oral embrace, and shifting on the bed so that he was again kneeling beside her.

He pressed one hand between her thighs, covering the whole burning area of her outer cunt with that one warm, large hand. Involuntarily she thrust her pelvis up against the firm pressure of his palm, aching for renewed friction. He took his hand away, but a second later had slipped a finger deep into the fluid channel of her pussy; she found herself quaking, gasping and trembling with joy.

He worked the finger in and out a couple of times, then pulled it right out, but before she had a chance to feel in any way deprived he had pushed back in again, this time with two fingers side by side.

She couldn't understand why she hadn't already climaxed half a dozen times, just from the stimulation of what he had been doing to her, but she had not; perhaps her subconscious was holding her back, holding the forces of release in check just enough for the real moment to arrive…

He pulled out the fingers, and yet again she was left forlorn and empty.

She began to whimper:

"Oh please, please darling! Fuck me! Fuck me now! I'm so hot I can't stand it – I want you so much – "

And at last he was ready.

He moved between her legs and urged her, with his hands, to cock her legs up, bending her knees and spreading them wide. He kissed her again, then positioned his cockhead carefully at the juicy mouth of her wet, heated, excitement-pulsating, cock-craving pussy.

He rocked forward, and she felt the rigidity pressing against her nether lips. It felt immense! She gasped and made a little thrust upwards with her hips; he pushed down, and then in one surge he was all the way inside her, and her cunt was filled to capacity with his hardness.

It took her breath away.

He looked down into her face, a concerned smile on his lips.

"Okay?" he asked. She nodded.

"O-ooh-kay," she sighed blissfully.

He moved his hips a little, so that his huge cock slide out of her an inch or so, and then back in. The walls of her inner cunt seemed to flutter and contract, clutching at the scarcely yielding bulk of the phallic invader in a velvety, yearning, unstintingly welcoming embrace.

She could feel the end of his cock pressing against her cervix now. It was not a nerve-end sensation of tingling delight like her clitoris, but It gave her great pleasure. She discovered she possessed muscles she had scarcely known about, deep inside her, and she contracted them, squeezing his cock with a sort of milking movement that brought a grunt of pleased response.

Then he began to slide his cock in and out of her, just a little way at first, until she had started to pick up his rhythm with her own hips and pelvis. And the dizzying waves of pleasure began to consume her.

She could hear, excitingly, the liquid sloshing, slurping sounds as his rigid piston drove into her cunt, almost swampy now, so much lubricating honey had she poured forth. The whole lining of. her cunt seemed to be on fire, and the stroking of his cock was simultaneously a soothing presence and a refueler of the consuming flames.

And now she found that the movement of his cock in and out exerted a kind of tugging pressure on the lips of her outer cunt, sending impulses on up to her clitoris, which joined in the fire. She could imagine it like a little glowing ember. But as he speeded up the pace she lost the sense of her clitoris, or any other individual spot Every inch down there seemed to be consumed in that wonderful fire. She could not make out where the pleasure was centered, but all that mattered was that every thrust in and out fanned the flames yet higher. Her toes started to tingle, and her belly felt soft and open. She seemed to start floating, her head spinning as she clamped her legs desperately around his pumping hips and -She could hear herself screaming, and felt her body go into wild, convulsing spasms, but all her being was concentrated in that furnace between her thighs, and in the great throbbing waves of incredible ecstasy that flowed and pulsed through her cunt, through her belly, through every inch of her thrashing, flailing body.

When at last it died, she lay supine in a glow of indescribably deep contentment.

"Okay?" he asked when she opened her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Very okay!"

He kissed her.

"You know," he said, "If you do decide on monogamy, I guess it won't be the worst fate a man could suffer."

She reached up to caress his hair gently.

"Not for me, either," she said, and stretched her arms out luxuriously. "How long will it take you to be ready to try fucking me in the ass?"

"Not long at all," he replied with a smile of confidence that he soon proved to be fully justified.