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By Azil
Copyright 1998-99
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of
them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that
he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it
may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for
minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it
isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.
CHAPTER 6: BETH EATS ME FOR BREAKFAST Monday was Memorial Day, but I got up early as usual. I reflected as I drank
my morning coffee that I probably didn't need to sleep anymore, or for that
matter, eat, but I decided to keep my life as normal as possible (with some
obvious exceptions) until I felt more comfortable with all my options. It was about 8:30. I was still in my robe and on my second cup and beginning
to think about what I could do with the day, when the phone rang. It was
Beth. Mike had been called to the hospital and would be gone a couple hours, she
said. She wondered if I'd like her to come over. She was almost panting at
the thought. I assured her I'd love to have her come over. She said her
problem was Melissa. I thought for a second, then said, "Beth, you've got to
trust me on this. I can't tell you how, but I can give you an absolute
guarantee that Melissa will be okay while you're gone." I told Reward to tell
her to accept this, and then told him to keep Melissa out of trouble while I
fucked her mother. Beth hesitated only a second. "Tom, if you tell me something, that's good
enough for me. I'll be right over." She must have almost run, because I'd barely had time to put the dishes in
the sink before the doorbell rang. When I let her in I had barely closed the
door, when she grabbed me and pulled my lips down to hers. We embraced in a
deep soul kiss while she pressed her body tightly against me. When at last we came up for air, she took my hand and began to lead me to the
bedroom. "I was thinking about you all night. Mike wanted sex last night, and
I tried to imagine I was making love with you, but it didn't work." She kissed me again and opened my robe, caressing my chest, then my stomach
and finally my cock and balls. When she broke the kiss she looked at me
seriously and said, "Tom, I want to do something special for you. Get on the
bed." As I did so, she took off her clothes. She had been wearing a simple
sleeveless white blouse and suburban matron walking shorts. Now I again
admired her simple graceful curves. When she got on the bed she took my cock
in her hand again and rubbed it gently, getting it to full strength. "I want to take you all the way with a blow job," she said. "I've never had a
man come in my mouth -- I've never wanted it -- but I want to do it for you." She smiled at me. What could I say but "Thank you"? Then she added, with a
grin, "But only if you promise to give me my fuck afterward." "Deal," I answered. She smiled again as she put my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet
and wonderful. She used her tongue to stroke it on the underside, then swirl
around it again and again. At first, she had only two or three inches in,
while she stroked the rest with her hand. (My cock is no wonder machine, it's
a fairly normal six or seven inches. I had thought about having Reward add an
inch or two, but that's another thing I'd decided to reflect on some more).
Her other hand was busy playing with my balls. I was getting pretty aroused already, but then she took the rest of my cock,
with the tip resting in her throat. The feeling was wonderful! With her now
free hand, she separated my buttocks and began pushing one of her fingers
slowly into my butthole. She wasn't getting it far in, so she released my
cock for a minute and asked me "Enjoying yourself?" with a self-satisfied
smirk, as she licked her finger. "You know damn well I am," I said, then added, "By the way, you'd get your
finger a lot wetter by putting it in your pussy." "Good idea," she said, sticking her finger deep up her vagina, and grinning
with pleasure as she did so, then bringing out a load of her juice, which she
put to good use, sliding her finger right up my ass as I groaned with
delight. Then my cock was back in her mouth, and she began a slow up-and-down
motion, which I soon joined, gently fucking her mouth, easing my cockhead
into and out of her throat. I was getting closer and closer to a climax, as the suction seemed to be
pulling the sperm from my cock. There were multiple sensations in a
coordinated attack on my senses as she sucked my cock, fondled my balls and
rammed her finger in and out of my ass, all in the same tempo. I couldn't last long under this type of onslaught, and I didn't. With a
grunt, my cock gave up and spurted several long streams of sperm. Beth pulled
her finger out of my ass and released my balls, but continued sucking until
she had the last of my come. Then she licked her finger, straight out of my
ass. Obviously, this whole scene was important to her as a demonstration of
her devotion to me. I appreciated it, and held her tenderly as I kissed her. "I love you, Tom,"
she said. "I love you, too," I answered. And it was true. This could complicate my life, I realized. Although the sort
of love I felt was different from the lifetime relationship I had built with
Chris, it was nonetheless real; and it could be a real problem, to say the
least, to be in love with two women who live across the street from each
other and carry on regular conversations about fertilizer. Even though I had
the power to ensure that Chris never found out that I was fucking her
neighbor, the whole situation was potentially more distressing than I had
foreseen. Still, I was in it, and there was no getting out. Or at least there was no
getting out without giving up Beth -- and that I was not prepared to do. I
certainly wasn't prepared to think about it while lying there cuddling with
Beth after having gotten the blowjob of a lifetime. We laid there for a while just holding each other, before I remembered that
we only had a limited amount of time, and that I had promised her a fuck (not
that I looked on it as an onerous duty). I rolled her off me and onto her back, leaning over to suck her tit and begin
a slow fingerfuck. She was already wet and a little rubbing of her clit was
enough to get more moisture flowing. In a minute or two, she was thoroughly
ready for my finger to enter her. Soon I added a second finger and then a
third, while I used my thumb on her clit. It was only a couple more minutes
of this before the steady motion of her hips told me that she was ready to
fuck. I quickly mounted between her wide-spread thighs. She put out her hand and
placed my cock at the entrance, then moved her hips up to take me in. She
sighed as she pulled me down on her, and I began with long, slow strokes. We
kissed as we fucked, and then I lowered my head to her right tit and sucked
it as I kept up the slow fuck. She groaned with pleasure and nuzzled my ear. I got off her and told her to turn around. "I want to do you doggie-style," I
said. She hopped up quickly and raised her ass high. "Do me," she said. I slipped my cock easily into her sopping wet cunt and began more of the
long, slow strokes. She put her head down in the pillow and just met my
strokes. This was one of those slow, easy sessions that can be such a nice
counterpoint to a hard, passionate fuck. Her pretty round ass looking up at me reminded that I ought to give her a
payback. I reached down to her cunt and got my finger wet, although the
entrance to her asshole was already well-lubricated from our missionary
fucking. My finger went in easily and she sighed and then said, "Oh that's
good, Tom. Stick it in." I did as she asked and ran my middle finger in as far as it would go, then
began an in and out motion in tempo to our fucking. She was soon grunting and
pushing back harder and I was picking up my tempo. We came together. No histrionics or fireworks this time, just a satisfying
mutual orgasm as we collapsed together on the bed. We laid there for a while,
spoon-fashion, with me still in her. After a few minutes, I pulled out, then made a show of licking the finger
that had been in her butt (I checked it first to be sure there was no shit on
it). It tasted pretty good. I put an arm around her and we cuddled together for a few minutes. We still
had a little time before Mike would be home, so she called Melissa to be sure
she was okay, and then we took a shower, exploring each other with our hands
while we washed away the smell of sex. As she toweled off and dried her hair, we talked about what neither of us
wanted to think about -- the future. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Tom. These last two days have reminded me
what I'm missing in my life. I'm not saying I need to be fucked like this
every day, although," she grinned, "I wouldn't mind. But how can I deal with
going weeks without getting any decent loving? Because you know there will be
times when that happens -- when our schedules just conflict." "It won't be so bad for you," she continued in the way that women have of
turning things into an accusation against men, "you've got Chris. But I'm
stuck with Mike." I didn't tell her that Chris was probably as lousy a lover as Mike, though
certainly not as lousy a person. The substance of her complaint was still
valid -- I had all the means I needed of getting sexual satisfaction, while
she had only me. I kissed her tenderly and then held her close, rubbing her back and head.
"Don't worry," I said softly, "I won't let you down. We'll get together on a
regular basis, every few days, at least once a week." I kissed her again. "I
promise it." We walked to the door and kissed again. "I don't know how you'll do it," she
said, "but somehow I know that if you say it, you will."
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