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A Boy No Longer Ch. 4
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.
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