Chapter 4

Her head under the shower as she worked shampoo through her hair, Lucille wondered, 'How do I stop this?' But she couldn't come up with an answer -- and a big part of the reason was that she just couldn't get behind the idea. She was sore -- but the sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that went with that soreness permeated her and made it impossible to approach difficult subjects like her betrayal of the trust the agency had placed in her. The time would come when she had to face that issue -- and the implications for herself and Kanye -- but this wasn't it. She got clean -- and took a douche to clean out the flood of semen that her vagina insisted upon hanging onto -- then dressed for the day. After that, she stripped the bed -- there was a HUGE wet spot, one that had bled through the bedspread, the comforter, the blanket, both sheets, the mattress pad and on to the mattress itself! Lucille grimaced and got out a waterproof mattress cover. She had them around for clients, but had never put one on her own bed. 'I'll let this dry first -- maybe use a hair dryer on it,' she decided, looking at the stain. She didn't give any thought at all to the unconscious assumption that she was going to NEED that waterproof cover; it never occurred to her to look at the basis for that assumption. She just took care of the issue, preparing to prevent future occurrences.

Oddly, she gave no thought to a more serious, somewhat related issue...

Lucille wasn't on birth control. She wasn't seeing anyone and she wasn't having sex with anyone -- why bother to mess up her menstrual cycle? That had been the situation for the past several years, and the fact that things had changed radically -- and that she, herself, unconsciously realized that it was likely to be an ongoing situation -- didn't surface as a matter for concern. In fact, it didn't surface at all.

The reason had everything to do with the war between her conscious and unconscious minds. Consciously, she was going to take action to terminate her relationship with Kanye -- for his own good, of course. Her unconscious, however was snickering at her. Now that they were having mind-blowing sex, Kanye was going exactly NOWHERE! Kanye was her mate! She wanted him and he wanted her and that was that! High-minded objections were window-dressing. As for birth control -- what good was having a mate and mating with him if you didn't reproduce? Well, there was the sex, of course, but true fulfillment meant motherhood. Yes, she'd done it before -- the whole ride, right past the point where she released her children to become adults. So what? Everything still worked... Where did it say in the manual that you only did the thing once? This thing she was doing -- taking in people with special needs who required large amounts of help -- was a substitute for motherhood. Lucille wanted more children -- and Kanye was MORE than well equipped to give them to her!

Kanye expected Lucille to go all noble on him at breakfast -- but she didn't. He, himself, knew better than to initiate the conversation. When it DID occur, he intended to crush it. But Saturday wore on, and they did things, both on their own and together -- and the subject didn't come up. Kanye started to worry -- had Lucille gone behind his back? Was Mr. Mattingly suddenly going to show up to help him pack his things? He projected calm and confidence, but inside, he worried.

Lucille waited until after dinner. "Kanye, about last night..."

"Yes?" Kanye projected polite interest -- and that was it. He wanted Lucille to carry the ball -- so he could spike it.

"That... can't happen again."

Kanye frowned. "Can't? I think that's the wrong word."

"No, I mean, really, it can't."

"No, it can. It happened once, so it CAN happen again. It may not..."

"Um, okay, I guess..." Lucille was thrown off-guard by the 'Can I?' versus 'May I?' thing, where she was expecting direct opposition. "What I meant was that it should not."

"Why not?" Kanye went on the attack, getting up and moving to stand over her. "What we do in the privacy of our own bedroom is nobody else's business."

"I'm in a position of trust..."

"...And I'm an adult. Blind isn't mentally deficient. You're not taking advantage of me. If anything, maybe things go the other way!"

Lucille rocked a bit; Kanye had taken her biggest gun out of action. After a moment, she fell back on, "We have no future. I'm twice your age..."

"We don't NEED a future!" Kanye retorted. "We have a PRESENT! Where is the guy who is SUPPOSED to be handling your action? Where is the woman who is supposed to be handling mine? Do you see them? I don't. I don't know if a woman my age can keep up with me! But I bet YOU can!"

"I don't know..." Lucille's excuses were in tatters -- and they WERE excuses, she realized.

"Was sex big with you when you were my age?" Kanye asked.

Lucille frowned. "Maybe not. Motherhood kind of got in the way."

"Once I realized what I was missing -- thank you for that -- I did some research. Women are more focused on romance than sex early on -- they're feathering the nest, as well as filling it." He stepped forward and swept his arm out, quite naturally, to find her shoulder and slide his hand on up to rub her neck. "Sex is scary, and then it's a way to go wild for a short time -- a period that ends in pregnancy. Then the whole thing backs off for a while. Over time, though, you learn to live with it. The kids are less and less trouble, and you have a steady guy -- or maybe you don't but you go looking. Pregnancy isn't scary and you start looking forward to the pleasure more and more."

"Sometimes, you just do without," Lucille croaked.

"That makes it all more urgent, too, doesn't it?" Kanye said gently. "You want it and you fight for it, because you want it to be good."

"Yeah." Lucille couldn't argue. Kanye's hand, rubbing her neck, felt so good...

"My research says that as women get older, they want it more -- and they can tolerate it better. Guys, on the other hand, peak early, and slowly fade. I need a lot of woman. You're a lot of woman."

"I sure am!" Lucille forced an embarrassed chuckle. "I'm fat!"

Kanye squatted before her, collecting her head in both hands. That she was a blur didn't matter -- his eyes held hers. "Do you have any idea how little that matters to me?" Then his lips found hers...

Lucille's defenses failed totally. She gave herself to the kiss -- and to Kanye. When he rose after the kiss, she rose with him -- and took his hand, leading him to her bedroom.

They started out standing, kissing and caressing as they removed each other's clothing. Kanye's fingers were deft in spite of the lack of visual support. Lucille's bra hooks presented a momentary issue, but he worked his way through it. Lucille stepped back and got out of her own pants, leaving her panties for Kanye to remove. Then she stepped back in to resume kissing him.

Lucille undid Kanye's pants, reaching inside them for his already erect staff of pleasure, running her hand up and down the firm shaft, gripping it, and rubbing her thumb over the plush, moist tip. Kanye groaned and pulled her against him, gripping her upper arms fiercely while he pumped his tongue through her lips as if he was fucking her mouth with it. She sucked his tongue hungrily for a moment, until he relaxed his grip, then shifted her hands to his hips to slide his pants down his legs, bending, then squatting as he released her. Kanye threw his shirt over his head. He knew what was coming next...

Lucille surprised him by stopping to remove his shoes before helping him completely out of his pants and underwear. He'd expected her to push his pants to his ankles and lean in to suck his cock immediately. This was better, though, he realized; he was stripped down and ready for action. The delay was only momentary before her hand gripped the base of his shaft, orienting it, and soft lips rolled over his glans, feeding it into a hot, wet mouth. Kanye settled his hands over her hair, not pressing her, just letting her work, guiding a bit with mere touches to let her know what felt best. He sensed, though, after a minute or two, that that wasn't entirely satisfactory for Lucille, so he took more control. Her responses told him that he was on the right track, so he ramped things up, slowly.

Lucille didn't know where the imperative came from, but it was there. Early in her marriage, she'd put her foot down regarding control of a blowjob when her husband had choked her a bit with his cock, more or less accidentally. That restriction had remained in place until that desperate few weeks when she was trying to hold Roger's interest and avoid divorce. During that period, she discovered something she considered to be a quirk in her makeup; the more demanding Roger got during sex, the more satisfaction it brought her to fulfill his requirements. He had choked her with his cock regularly during blowjobs -- something he demanded several times more often than during their marriage to that point -- and Lucille had found herself to be paradoxically aroused by the abuse and rough handling. This had been a help, temporarily, allowing her to overcome her reticence where other sex acts were concerned -- such as anal sex, something they had not participated in before then. Lucille hoped at the time that her acceptance of rough treatment might help Roger deal with his anger and resentment, but there was more to the situation than just those issues. Later, she discovered that Roger was already seeing another woman -- one who was adept at practices she was just learning to deal with. While her new attitude may have put off the end for a short period, in the end it just wasn't enough. Roger moved on -- and Lucille experienced a reaction to having abased herself that shut her off from further sexual activity. Frankly, she feared what might happen if some man she met in a bar learned that, if pressed, she could become a pliant slut...

But Kanye had already triggered her 'quirk' by taking control of their sexual activities. Having overridden her defenses, he was now in control -- and that more or less naturally led to Lucille going all out. She wanted him to take from her; she wanted to give herself to him. She wanted him to know that boundaries were for him to set, not her. So she rubbed the backs of his thighs, not fighting him at all as she worked to avoid choking and gagging while accepting more and more of his length in her mouth and throat. It wasn't something she'd practiced much at all, and certainly not in a long time. For that matter, Roger had been nowhere near as gifted in the cock department as Kanye, although he'd been of at least normal size. If Kanye could have seen her red, drooling face, her mouth distorted by the thick black shaft filling it, he might have been horrified -- but he was dealing with her responses, how she FELT under his hands -- and she wasn't fighting him, even when she was fighting herself. No, she was encouraging him to go to greater lengths...

...And that's what she was getting -- greater lengths! Kanye's limited experience with porn didn't tell him that he was pushing Lucille beyond the pale -- frankly, it wasn't as if he'd had the occasion to put a tape measure up against his dick to determine how long it was. Choking and gagging seemed to be expected -- and Lucille hadn't backed off to vomit or anything. If she'd put up anything resembling serious resistance, he would have backed off. But more and more of Kanye's ebony shaft disappeared between Lucille's stretched, swollen lips until, after several minutes' worth of dedicated effort, Lucille's lips wrapped themselves around the root of Kanye's shaft, her nose in his wiry pubes.

Kanye was aware that this was an accomplishment, though -- and would have been if his cock had any length to it at all, so he praised her with, "Yeah, Baby! That's my girl! You're fucking amazing!" These weren't the kinds of things Kanye said normally, but having your cock bathed from tip to root in a hot mouth and throat tend to bring out the most basic level of response in a man.

Gazing up at him through watery eyes, Lucille felt a wave of rapture wash over her, her pussy clenching and rippling in something that wasn't quite an orgasm -- but certainly came close. She backed off to croak, "Was it good?"

"Yes! Amazing!"

"Take it." She fed his cock into her mouth again, taking half, approximately, then backing off to suck his glans before adding, "Give me your cum. Please?"

"Okay..."

"Do... whatever. I like it."

"Fine." He collected his head and began slowly pumping her face, thinking, 'I'll be a little careful...'

He wasn't, though. Oh, he started out that way, but as he slowly ramped things up, he realized what was going on. She was there to give -- and it was his job to take, so he took... everything. He held her head and fucked her face -- not rapidly, because that wouldn't do the job for either of them, but at a steady pace. He didn't force her throat on every stroke, but he did it regularly, sometimes only for an inch or two, but sometimes he made sure her tongue could wash his balls with his cock down her throat. Mostly, though, he fed her his cock, moving smoothly, pressing it deep enough to feel the tight grip of the opening of her throat on the flange of his glans.

Lucille dealt with it. It could have been -- should have been -- an ordeal, but it wasn't. No, it was Lucille giving Kanye a gift of herself, and while she was aware of suffering to an extent, it wasn't where her mind was. She was serving her mate -- and there was no higher calling than providing for his pleasure and servicing his desire. Without even realizing it, she let one of her hands drift to her crotch to rub her wet, swollen labia and clitoris.

As for Kanye, he pumped Lucille's face, pressing his cock deep -- and while he heard the sounds of Lucille occasionally gagging and retching, he also heard something else -- an underlying sound of satisfaction, almost a purr, that told him that she wanted him where he was, doing what he was doing. He kept on doing it, unworried over her response to his abuse, until his cock swelled and became intensely sensitive, providing him with the signals that declared that orgasm was imminent, then he backed off to short strokes, grunting, getting that final bit of stimulation necessary to set himself off by running the flange of his glans in and out between Lucille's distended lips. Lucille, aware of what was coming, washed his frenulum with her tongue.

"UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHGGGHH!" Kanye's sightless eyes rolled up in his head as his cock gave a mighty surge and gushed seed into Lucille's mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Lucille sucked the tip of Kanye's cock voraciously, as she shook like a leaf, mindless, while her swollen cunt erupted in a simultaneous detonation, set up by her whirling fingers, but triggered by the taste of Kanye's copious, clumpy seed. They rocked there, connected by Kanye's hands and the length of cock in Lucille's mouth while Kanye poured out three more pulses of semen and Lucille gurgled and quivered, her pussy dripping onto the rug as it rippled in a vain attempt to suck in a cock.

Kanye stepped back, prompting a whine as Lucille tried to follow him with her mouth, then tugged her up -- a bit more of an effort than usual, as Lucille was off-balance and her legs were weak from the aftermath of her orgasm. He got her up, though, and pressed her back toward where he knew her bed was. Lucille staggered back, losing her balance again as the bed hit the backs of her knees; she fell back onto the bed. Kanye made to kneel between her thighs, planning to return the favor of the blowjob, but Lucille grabbed him by the upper arms, tugging, gasping, "No! Fuck me!" She raised her legs and spread them, opening herself to him.

Kanye was right off a major orgasm, and was momentarily concerned that he might not be able to perform, but fisting his cock reassured him -- it was firm. He found Lucille's pubic mound with a hand and directed his cock to its target, then plunged forward into Lucille's wet, swollen cunt, provoking a wail of "YES! OMIGOD!" Then he found her knees, draped them over his upper arms and leaned down to collect her breasts and locate her nipples so he could tweak them while he pumped his steely shaft in her swollen cunt.

Despite the initial urgency, Lucille was happy to let Kanye find his own smooth rhythm, setting up a stroke that stimulated both of them without being a race or dragging things out. Kanye moved confidently in her, knowing that he had everything he needed to bring his woman to orgasm multiple times. She WAS his woman, now -- the fight was over. Kanye suspected that she wouldn't even bring up the subject of returning him to Mr. Mattingly and his organization -- even in order to close off the idea. Of course, they would HAVE to inform him, at some point...

Time had no meaning -- or if anything, it was defined by those moments when Lucille rose to orgasm -- and no one was counting, although the number was certainly more than five or six. Kanye pushed her through a couple of peaks from his standing start, then had her back onto the bed and resumed pounding her missionary-style while draped over her for a few more. At that point, Lucille gasped, "I can't hold my legs up -- do you want to do doggie?" Kanye panted, "Okay!" and backed up so she could roll onto her hands and knees. Then he began probing for her openings -- and initially found the wrong one...

"Kanye, Honey, go down a bit -- that's my ass," Lucille murmured.

"Oh. Okay. Sorry!"

Lucille reached back and grasped the wrist of the hand he had on her left hip. "You can have that, if you want it..."

Kanye hesitated in surprise, thought quickly, then grunted, "Another time. Don't you have to do something to clean it out?"

"I should."

"It will wait. I may play with it some, though."

"Okay." A second later, his cock was again slithering home in her inner folds and normal conversation lapsed in favor of the sounds of pleasure his stroke produced in both of them. Kanye made a point of burying his thumb in Lucille's anus to the second joint, however, to see how she would react. Lucille didn't complain at all -- if anything, she backed into his stroke to let him know that she wasn't going anywhere.

Exhaustion put an end to the bout, as it had before. A few minutes -- and a few orgasms -- later, Lucille went flat under Kanye, except for raising her ass.to ensure that he could still get at her pussy. Kanye took this for the collapse it was -- but it was another couple of minutes before he released his load in her, pressing his cock into her depths to the root and painting her cervix with several blasts of seed that the effort had pumped up from his balls. Then he put his face in the curve of her neck and they both drifted off.

This time, when Kanye staggered up after a couple of hours for his obligatory post-coital urination, Lucille was awakened, too. When he headed for the door, she called out, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom," Kanye muttered sleepily.

"There's one..."

"Never been in it," Kanye replied.

"Oh!" Lucille was up like a shot! "Here, I'll bring you to it..." They went through a discovery session that was familiar to Lucille from Kanye's first days in her home, after which Kanye urinated. Lucille didn't leave the room; instead, she watched him direct a powerful stream from his cock, standing over the toilet in such a way that he couldn't miss the bowl. 'I'd have thought he would sit down,' she mused to herself. That he didn't was a surprise...

When Kanye was done, Lucille settled onto the toilet to pee and drip out. She couldn't remember Roger ever generating the quantity of semen that Kanye seemed to have on tap every time they had sex. Meanwhile, Kanye was wandering back and forth in the vicinity of the bathroom door. Finally, he asked, "Do I go back to my room now?"

Lucille went through a list of possible answers and settled on, "No."

"Okay." Kanye headed back to the bed they'd shared -- Lucille's bed.

"Give me a minute to put down a towel to cover the wet spot!" Lucille called out.

"We can probably duck it if we stay close together," Kanye replied judiciously. "It's off to one side."

"Sweetie, I'm a little wide..."

"We were doing it already!" Kanye insisted, putting some force behind it.

"Please?"

"All right." Kanye was grudging, reluctant. It was deliberate; he felt that he needed to remain on top. He made his point, too -- Lucille got it. She worked at being non-confrontational as she worked to spread the towel over the wet spot. Then she crawled back in beside him and he pulled her against him, pressing his cock into the crack of her ass and collecting a breast in his hand. Lucille thought about saying something to the effect that neither of them would sleep if he was fondling her -- but they both fell asleep before she got it out.

They slept in again Sunday morning. Lucille awakened when Kanye rolled on top of her. He had a hardon! 'Does he ever stop?' Lucille wondered. "Um, Sweetie, I'm sorry, but I'm sore at both ends. I haven't had this much sex in, well, a long time." 'If ever!' she added to herself. Had Roger ever been this demanding? She didn't think so.

"Mmmm? Oh, it's stupid. Actually, it's a little sore, too. Not a lot, but a little. I missed a spot, though, didn't I?"

Lucille blinked. "Well, yes, you did. If you want, I can..."

Kanye, surprised that she would even offer, decided to back off -- but not to go the apology route and lose face. "Not before breakfast. There's always later."

"Okay." Lucille worked to keep a sigh of relief out of her response. The flip side, though, was the fact that she was pleased with his assertiveness. He was becoming accustomed to the fact that where sex was concerned, he was more than capable. She was proud of him -- and a little apprehensive. 'I have a tiger by the tail -- but what a ride this is going to be!' Clearly, she was going to have to cater to his desires -- but she was happy to do so. It was clear to her that what they had was not going to last -- but every moment that she could extend it was a moment of happiness she could look forward to. 'I'll do whatever it takes...' "Let me go get started on that breakfast, then," she murmured.

"Give us a kiss, first," Kanye replied.

"Of course!" The kiss lasted more than a few seconds and was more than a peck -- both were pleased by it as Lucille rose and headed off to the kitchen, snagging her housecoat on the way out of the bedroom.

Lucille's bath featured a shower stall, instead of the tub and curtain setup in the main bath, so Kanye went and collected fresh underwear and his shampoo, then returned to shower there. By the time he was done, Lucille was calling him to a breakfast of eggs and bacon.

"Louise? Walter Mattingly. How are things?"

"Oh, fine, fine," murmured Lucille complacently. The couple were draped on each other on the couch, Lucille on her back mostly on top of Kanye while he reached around her to caress her 'love bump.' "Has it been ninety days already?"

"Come the end of the week," Mattingly agreed. "Will you be available immediately for a new client when Kanye departs, or will you need some time?"

"Walter, Kanye and I have decided to extend things," Lucille related. "I hope that isn't a problem?"

"No, no -- I'm pleased to hear it!" Mattingly replied, "Less bookkeeping. Things are going well?"

"Very well," Lucille agreed. Recent events had caused Lucille to make a few mental adjustments, but Kanye was pleased, so who else mattered, really? Undoubtedly, the day would come -- soon -- when explanations would be due to her children, but they had their lives, and she had hers... "Would you like to speak to Kanye?"

"Please."

Lucille passed the phone. "Hello, Mr. Mattingly," Kanye answered.

"Lucille tells me that you'll be staying on with her."

"Yes."

"For how long, do you think?"

"I'd say for the foreseeable future," Kanye replied.

"Things are good, then?"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!" Kanye controlled himself; blurting out the admission that he was going to be a father would likely have unpleasant repercussions! It would all come out in due course, but he and Lucille had decided that things should go in slow stages, so that there wouldn't be a scandal. Lucille would call Mattingly in a few months and tell him that she no longer wished to continue receiving the stipend from the agency, which would terminate that link. After that, they would be free to marry. There shouldn't be any problem timing things such that the marriage occurred before the birth... Lucille had been somewhat distraught when it became apparent that she was pregnant; Kanye had had to get forceful with her and spank her. It was curious how their dependencies wove them together. He depended upon her for everyday tasks and help with those things that just cannot be done without sight -- but Lucille depended upon him emotionally. As for the physical dimension, the dependence was pretty much equal -- both of them had needs, and each fulfilled the other. "We're doing... very well..." he finished.

"That's great! I'll make a note in your file. Let me know if things change." 'I wonder...' flitted through Mattingly's mind, but he dismissed the thought before it formed properly.

"We will, sir. Thanks for calling!" Kanye turned off the phone and held it out to Lucille to collect. "We should let him know if things change," Kanye murmured, amused.

"Two months? Three?" Lucille kissed his cheek.

"No more than that."

"Sweetheart..." The call had raised all of the old ghosts for Lucille -- her age, his, the fact that she had violated the trust the agency had placed in her. Out there somewhere was her family.

"Shhhh. What has happened, happened. What will be, will be. WE will deal with what is, and let those other things handle themselves." He turned his head and reached up to turn hers so they could kiss, knowing that she would relax and let the ghosts go back to their graves when they did. Lucille's worries over her age and the fact that she was withdrawing him from the social life she thought he should be having with people his age were groundless -- that portion of his life had never gotten off the ground. He had one woman that he knew every inch of -- heart, body, and soul. What else did he need?

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