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Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2006 03:58:55 +0000
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A Boy No Longer Ch. 4 by Brandy Chase Marcus slept peacefully for several hours.
I took advantage of the time to take a warm, relaxing bath I wanted to be fresh
and clean for Marcus that evening. Lying in the tub, wonderful visions of events
earlier that afternoon rushed through my mind. With the delicious taste of
Marcus still tantalizing my tastebuds, sensual visions of events to come,
drifted through my head like the slowly turned well-worn pages of a favored old
picture book. The list of pleasures I had planned for Marcus that evening
continued to grow. I admit, several of the things on the list were for my
pleasure too. I mean, hell, I intended to receive a bit of pleasure out of this
deal too. My mind returned to the splendid taste still lingering on my tongue. I
lay there relaxing, savoring, and enjoying. My hand had worked its way down
between my thighs, one finger slowly circled my growing clitoris. I slid my
other hand down to join the first and gently inserted my middle finger inside.
The sensation was absolutely marvelous. My eyes closed, my head fell back, and a
low moan escaped me as the first tremors of ecstasy began ricocheting through my
being. "Oh my God! I'm sorry!" Marcus' startled voice rang out from behind me as
he rushed back into the house. "Don't worry about it, Honey. You don't have
anything to be sorry about," I reassured him. "Come on back out here." The young
man slowly stepped back out, but stopped just outside the door. He stood with
his back toward me. "I didn't mean to interrupt your bath. I didn't know you
were bathing. I didn't know you were out here," he apologized again. "Marcus,
with all the wonderful things we've experienced together today, do you think I
have any problem with you seeing me in the tub?" "Well, I guess not, but I
didn't mean to catch you in ah, ah, a private moment," he stammered. "I don't
need any private moments from you. I want us to share everything," I explained.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said, stepping off the porch and rushing down the
path toward the outhouse. The dressing gown he was wearing flapped in the breeze
as he hurried along. I could see he was naked under it. A few minutes later he
returned his dressing gown was pulled shut and tied at the waist. "Whew, I feel
much better now. That's why I woke up, I had to pee so bad my eyeballs were
floating," he said. "I'm gonna go put on some clothes. I'll be back in a few
minutes." "You don't need to get dressed, you look just yummy the way you are,"
I replied. He kept looking away from the bathtub. I couldn't figure out if
seeing me bathing was making him nervous or if he was afraid he was embarrassing
me. I figured I would let him off the hook for a while. "Why don't you toss a
couple more pieces of wood in the stove. I'll get out of the tub and you can
talk to me while I fix some supper," I suggested. "Okay," he replied and
disappeared into the house. I settled down into the tub to relax for a few
minutes after I heard the iron door open on the old kitchen stove and Marcus
putting several pieces of wood on the low fire. After I heard the door close, I
looked at the back window out of the corner of my eye sure enough, I could just
barely see Marcus trying to watch me through the window. Nasty boy. I loved it.
I took my time toweling off, making sure I gave him a good view of the entire
process. I slipped my dressing gown on and found Marcus sitting at the kitchen
table when I went inside.
#
Picking up my apron, I slipped it over my neck and started to tie it around my
waist. Just before trying it, I decided to really give Marcus something to think
about. I pulled my dressing gown off over my shoulders and tossed it over one of
the kitchen chairs. I tied the ruffle-edged apron around my naked waist and
started getting things together for supper. Marcus couldn't take is eyes off me
as I paraded around the kitchen wearing nothing but my apron. The top of the
apron was loose enough to give him a good view of my breasts every time I leaned
over or turned quickly. Even if he didn't like the meal I was making, he was
damn sure enjoying the preparation of it. I wasn't too worried about him liking
the meal either I was making his favorite pork chops, mashed potatoes, and
gravy. I giggled to myself when something crossed my silly mind, pork chops and
puss Well, never mind, I thought it was funny. Every time I leaned over the
table I would fell his strong hand caress my naked behind. I glanced down at his
lap it was obvious he was enjoying the little show I was putting on for him. I
wanted so desperately to sit astraddle his legs and feel his large manhood slide
deep inside me, but I fought the urge with every ounce of willpower I possessed.
I wanted to wait until I took him to bed later. I wanted his first time inside a
woman to be very special, very right, and not rushed or interrupted with any
distractions like having to get up to tend to cooking supper. Later that
evening, I would give him his chance. I would introduce him to the wonderful
joys of intercourse and all its many sensual pleasures. That night, we would
make love we would make love all night long. Marcus didn't know it yet, but he
was in for the longest, night of his young life.
#
I finally managed to get supper on the table, which really hadn't been an easy
matter. Marcus seemed to have been having a problem keeping his hands off me. I
think the fact I was wearing nothing but a small apron might have been partially
responsible for that, but I had also had a very difficult time keeping my mind
on anything other than the large lump in the front of his dressing gown. I sat
next to him while we ate because our old wooden kitchen table was just too damn
large and if I had sat across from him as I normally did, I would have simply
been to far away from his gorgeous body. It took quite a while to finish supper
because we both had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves. By the time we had
finally finished eating, we were both hotter than four freaked-out foxes fuckin'
in a forest fire. The little birthday cake I had baked the day before for Marcus
got its candles lit and blown out, but I was the only sweet he was interested in
at the moment. The cake would just have to wait another day to be enjoyed. It
didn't take long to get the leftovers properly stored and the dishes in the
sink. Marcus helped, which was something very unusual for him kitchen work was
woman's work to him. For some odd reason, he seemed to be in a big hurry for me
to get finished in the kitchen. I wonder what he had on his little mind,
probably the same thing I did, . When I finished the last of the kitchen chores,
he reached around behind me, untied my apron, pulled the loop over my head, took
his own sweet time folding it, and placed it neatly on the counter while I stood
watching and waiting. Suddenly, he swept me from the floor and up into his
powerful arms like a new bride and rushed me off to his bedroom. After he
carried me into his room, I said, "No, not this bedroom. Tonight you become the
master of the house. We will sleep in the master bedroom and we will make in the
master bedroom. From now on, we will the master bedroom." A big smile filled his
handsome face as he transported me to bed in the master bedroom. He gently laid
me on the bed and stepped back while I slid under the covers. After he removed
his dressing gown, he slipped in beside me. His excitement was quite evident.
#
Marcus lying beside me and holding me tight in his arms was one of the most
wonderful feelings I had experienced in many years. The curves of my body fit
against the hard, rippling muscles of his body like two pieces of a puzzle. His
mouth covered mine with what had to be the kiss of the century. It was a long,
deeply searching, breath-taking, and desperately passionate kiss. By the time
our lips parted, my body was aglow with desire. His patience and gentleness took
me by surprise. I had expected on his first night that he would be awkward,
rough, and impatient. But instead, he was treating me with the tenderness of a
man with many years experience pleasing his woman. I decided it was time to let
him be the aggressor, time to do things his way. I lay there enjoying his
endless caresses and kisses, making no offer to show him the way. This was going
to be his night of true discovery. His desire finally took control of him. He
knew what he wanted and how to get it. He gingerly eased himself on top of me
and between my legs. I let him fumble around a bit before I reached down and
guided him to the target of his desires. In one slow, steady stroke, he buried
himself deep inside me. I had never known such fullness, that was until he took
my breath with his second stroke which drove his large manhood all the way home.
After that, he wasted no time with any further gentleness. He drove it to me
hard and fast. I also wasted no time. In a matter of seconds, the first waves of
orgasm started dancing through me. It had been so long, I had almost forgotten
how wonderful a loving man could make me feel. Heaven knew I needed it. Wave
after wave of pleasure coursed through me, each building on the one before. He
settled into a steady rhythm and was driving me crazy. How he managed to stay at
that steady pace, I don't know, I could feel the tension, the desire, the need,
all building within him. But he simply refused to be rushed any more than he
already was. His body began to tremble, his breathing stopped. His body went
completely rigid as he drove himself one last stroke, as hard and as far into my
wet womanhood as possible. Believe me when I tell you, he really hit pay dirt.
That last stroke and the feel of the first gush of his hot juices blasting so
deep into my very center, sent me over the dam. Each time his hardness jerked
deep within me, my soaring womanhood would convulse and contract tight around
him, causing another hot gush to fly from him. We lay there, holding each other
tight, his manhood blasting away so very deep inside me and my hungry womanhood
milking him for more, and each time, he was only to pleased to provide me with
another sweet pulse. Slowly we floated back to reality, but the pumping and the
milking continued for longer than I could every remember it lasting before. I
had to fight to get my breath back, Marcus had driven it completely out of me. I
felt the weight of his massive body beginning to settle down on top of me. His
huge arms carefully encircled me to protect me from his weight, his manhood
still deep and hard within me. My legs were wrapped around his narrow hips. I
didn't remember wrapping them around him, but they were nonetheless. He kissed
me softly, then kissed my chin, working down to my neck and around to my ear. He
whispered, "I think I've had enough practice. Now it's time to do it for real."
He raised his weight off of me and his rhythmic hips started their wonderful
motion again. I had forgotten the stamina of a young man and Marcus seemed to
have more than enough of that for me. Apparently, it was who was in for the ,
night of my life. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, I lost count of the
number of fantastic orgasms he sent me into and the number of times I had felt
his wonderful hot juices pumping inside me. At that point, I nor my body any
longer cared. When I awoke late the next morning, Marcus was still on top of me,
turned slightly to one side, his head on a pillow, a smile on his handsome face,
and his hard manhood still buried deep inside me. Very gently, ever-so slightly,
I started moving my hips up and down. I wanted to bring him off one more time
without waking him up until the last seconds before ecstasy, but his eyes popped
open and a grin spread across his face. Please that a moment to vote on this
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