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http://www.incesttabooo.com/mark.html
Mark and Laura
Part 2
Before we get down to the story, let's have a brief intro. Skip
it if you like.
This story is a sequel to one I wrote before. When I typed in
that one, I intended to write some kind of sequel someday, but as
it happened, this one came much sooner than I intended to. At
least, I started sooner. It took much longer to write it, though.
While the first part sort of created itself, this one kept
kicking and screaming all the way - I tried to drag it into the
general direction of what I had in mind, but the damn thing kept
resisting. Maybe this needed to come out, too, but I had trouble
putting it into words. But I have no choice but to take it as it
comes. Neither do you. There seems to be some obscure therapeutic
value in this. Or so it seems to me. Never mind, it was fun.
Apparently I've found a new vice, or rather, it has found me. I
should have expected it, I guess. If you haven't seen the first
part, you might want to read that one first. The name is
identical, except for the different version number. I think this
one is pretty good, too. Though there will never again be a very
first time. <grin> I've changed the style a bit since part 1. I'm
experimenting a bit with it, and I'll just have to get the feel of
everything in the process.
Again, this is a work of fiction. I take no responsibility for
the effect the sexually explicit contents of this text may have
on you. It's more than just a bit of sweat-and-grunt work,
though. The personalities involved herein are highly complex, as
in real life, and as you probably know, the interactions between
two people often involves more than the friction between
membranes and the exchange of bodily fluids. This idealized
fantasy does not mention safe sex. In real life that could very
well kill you or others, so don't get any ideas.
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Mark put down the soldering iron and leaned back. His eyes felt
gritty. He looked at the contraption on the breadboard before
him, wondering if it would really work. It should, but you never
know until you try. It looked like most breadboard setups, a huge
spaghetti mass of wire hiding a haphazard array of components.
He wearily rubbed his eyes, feeling a dull throbbing pain
between his shoulder blades. The idea to work on this multi-CPU
project together had seemed a good idea at the time, but sitting
behind the workbench for nine solid hours had virtually
demolished him.
Laura, sitting beside him, stared at the monitor screen in silent
frustration. When she noticed that he had finished, she finally
exploded. "Would you look at that performance index? The overhead
from the scheduler is killing me... I mean, we're only running
single tasks now, and the overhead is over point forty! This
isn't going to work..." She bashed her keyboard, trying to improve
the software setup she was working on, cursing under her breath.
Mark let her fume for a minute, until she just sat staring
despiritedly at the screen. "Did you link in that driver I asked
you about?" he asked. "Sure," she snapped. "What do you think is
causing all this damned overhead anyway?"
She sighed, then made a face at herself and sighed. "Sorry," she
apologized. "We've been at this too long, I think." She looked
over the contraption on his breadboard with a kind of weary
apprehension. "Now, what's that supposed to do?"
"What does it look like?" Mark replied. "Like a road accident,"
she said dryly. "I told you, I don't recognize many analog
components." Mark reached over the workbench, got hold of a piece
of thin fibre optic cable with small plastic connectors. "It's a
hispeed optical data link... at least, I hope it meets the timing
specs. It should be able to pump data across the backbone at about
a hundred megabytes per second. That driver doesn't get any input
right now, and the timeouts are slowing down the system. Let's
see..." He ran his finger across the rail at the left side of the
systems front panel. The large PCB rack was plugged about half
full with boards, connected by a heap of cables that looked like a
nest of copulating pythons.
He found the contacts he was looking for, then took two small
plastic components from a small box marked 'Transceiver' in black
felt pen. After checking the contact numbers again, he carefully
inserted the pins into the connectors on two different boards.
"That should do it," he said, checking an array of LEDs. "I've
connected transceivers directly at the main bus now. I really
think this should work..." He checked his work once more, then
took the thin loop of fibre optics and inserted one of the
connectors into a small hole in the transceiver, until it snapped
in place with a soft click. The other end of the cable went into a
similar receptacle on the bread board. "OK," he muttered. "Here
goes the smoke test." He reached over the workbench and switched
on the power supply.
A short beep came from the terminal standing on a corner of the
crowded workbench. Then a steady stream of numbers scrolled
across the screen. Green LEDs began to blink on several boards in
the PCB rack. "Bingo!" Mark said. "At least, I think. Now let's
see how the software holds out..." Beside him, Laura started
tapping her keys with machine gun speed, then leaned back with an
extatic look on her face. "Overhead's back down to normal," she
said. "Now let's try it." She started typing again, then switched
on another monitor. A colorful graphics image started to build up,
gradually outlining a fractal shape. Laura stared at it, almost
hypnotized.
"That usually takes at least four to five hours," she said.
"Would you look at that?" She halted the program, then started
feeding a new set of parameters into it. "What are you trying?"
Mark asked. He knew quit a bit about programming, but when Laura
was at it he could hardly follow her. "I'm starting something I
never could finish because it took too long," she replied a bit
absent-mindedly. "This should run for at least a few hours."
"Good," Mark said, pushing back his chair. "It's time for a break
anyway." He switched off the monitor, rose, and stretched a few
times.
The room looked like a typical hackers morning after. Reference
books and data sheets littered the floor, along with several
yards of printout and sheets with scribbled diagrams and scratch
versions of source code. A dozen floppies, an empty pizza box and
several dirty coffee mugs completed the scene. Mark started to
move some of the stuff into a somewhat-organized heap. Laura
turned her chair around, extended her right foot, and neatly
kicked over the stack of books he'd made. "Let's do that later,"
she told him. "Next time we do this, remind me to stop sooner. My
back is killing me."
She rose also, then moaned. She put her hands on the small of her
back and stretched, making a face. "Could I negotiate a back rub
out of you?" she asked him. "That depends," he replied, eying her
speculatively. Laura sighed. "I'm too tired to haggle right now,"
she told him. "You rub my back, and I rub yours. Or whatever part
you want rubbed..." She started walking around the apartment to
stretch her legs. "It's a deal," he said. He held out is arm when
she walked past him, put it around her neck and pulled her close,
then kissed her. She flowed against him like she always did, her
eyes closed. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "I think it wasn't such a bad
idea after all to team up with you, you know..." He kissed her
again. Time passed. "How about that back rub?" she asked somewhat
later. "Why not?" Mark replied. He let go of her, walked over to
the kitchenette and drew a cup of hot water. From the bathroom he
fetched a small bottle of massage oil, which he put into the cup
to warm.
* * *
When Mark and Laura met for the first time, a couple of weeks
ago, they had hit it off together right from the start. Mark, who
still had trouble believing that it all really was true, was
amazed at how well they fit each other. They were very much
alike, sharing many interests and passions, and their characters
matched almost perfect, supplementing each other where they did
not. In the past few weeks they had grown to understand each
other, and they had developed a relaxed, open behavior, both at
ease with the other. And though they were such a good match,
Laura was deliciously different, and Mark was very fond of that,
too.
He liked Laura's decisive, often almost masculine character. She
usually knew what she wanted and then did it. He himself, on the
other hand, had never felt that he always should be in control of
everything, and since Laura didn't expect anything like that from
him, he felt wonderfully at ease with her, unlike anything he'd
ever experienced with a girl before. Not that he was too
experienced before they met.
While Mark was busy heating the oil to body temperature, Laura
stiffly walked over to the bed, trying to work a few kinks out of
her cramped muscles with little success. The bed stood behind a
partition that was formed by a closet with long shelves, that had
been positioned so that it separated the one room apartment into
what she liked to call the workshop and the bedroom.
She stretched again, her faded Comdex t-shirt taut around her
breasts, so that her nipples came peeping through the thin
fabric. She hardly wore bra's anymore these days. The effect her
breasts, bare under a thin shirt or blouse, had on Mark was very
interesting, and she'd hate to spoil it. She pulled the shirt
over her head and tossed it into a corner. She didn't feel up to
tidiness right now. Her soft-worn blue jeans followed the shirt,
tiny, blue panties went the same way. She lay down on the bed,
rolled over on her belly, folding her arms until her forehead
rested upon them.
'Are you about ready?" Mark asked from the kitchenette.
"Hmmmm...", she replied lazily. "Just a moment..." She heard him
rummage around in the bathroom for a few seconds, and then he
stepped over to the bed with a towel and the bottle of warm
massage oil. Laura had been teaching Mark the art of massage for
about two weeks now, and the effort was already beginning to pay
off. Mark seemed to have talent, and Laura was a firm believer in
sybaritic luxury when she felt like it.
"Get up, lazy,", Mark said. She did so, then helped him spread
the towel on the bed before lying back down upon it. She closed
her eyes and relaxed as Mark poured just a little of the warm oil
on her shoulder blades. Then he put down the bottle and went to
work. With both his hand he spread the oil over her back and
shoulders, rubbed it gently into the skin. Then he started rubbing
her shoulders with a bit more pressure, kneading the tension out
of her muscles. He worked out from her neck and spine, down and
outward across her back, shoulders, and upper arms. Laura felt
the wariness flow out of her, making occasional sounds of
comfort.
Mark paused to take off his shirt, lamenting the fact that in
this world it was always the men that had to do the sweating.
Then he added more oil and continued with her lower back, this
time rubbing in long, slow strokes. He worked his way down to her
buttocks, which he gave even more attention, until finally he was
working on the back of her legs, again kneading the last traces of
tension out of her muscles. Laura felt totally relaxed by now,
reluctant to move.
"OK, turn around," Mark said. Laura, her forehead resting on her
folded arms, smiled in delight. She's been afraid that Mark might
have been too tired, but so far things were promising. She lazily
got up, moving slowly not to loose the utterly relaxed feeling,
and turned around on the towel. When Mark rubbed Laura's back, it
was good, but when he rubbed her front, it was usually even
better.
This time Mark poured oil on his hands, then started rubbing her
shoulders and upper arms. He worked his way down across her upper
torso, moving around the breasts as he always did. He poured a
little oil into her belly button, gently stroked, then rubbed, her
stomach and belly. He went on down, kneading the muscles in her
hips and thighs, first rubbing the outside, then the inside of
them. As he neared her groin, his movements became more gentle,
until he was merely stroking the inside of her thighs with his
palms and fingers. Laura moaned softly, then gently stretched,
enjoying the sensations. A warm, familiar feeling started to build
in her abdomen.
Marks hands slowly worked their way up again across her hips,
belly and stomach, until he came to her upper torso again, this
time more stroking than rubbing. Finally his moving hands were
touching the underside of her breasts, and Laura sighed. Marks
hands started moving around the outline of her breasts, touching
them, brushing against them, drawing circles around them. He
gradually let his hands cover more and more area, until he
stroked across the skin of her young, firm breasts with the palms
of his hands, circling her areolae.
Laura's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and sensitive.
The feeling of his hands across her skin right there gave Laura
goose bumps of pleasure as he slowly, slowly approached the tips.
Then his hand brushed her right nipple, and she sucked in her
breath with a sharp hiss. Mark now moved both his hands to cover
the tips of her breasts, her nipples sliding against the oily
palms of his hands. Laura arched her back, a wonderful feeling
spreading outward from her breasts to her belly. Mark gently
rubbed her nipples, first with the palms of his hands, then with
his thumbs, and felt how those tiny buds swelled under his
ministrations, grew hard and even more sensitive. Laura lay under
his hands with her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of his
strokes, that were both relaxing and exciting at the same time.
Finally, Marks movements slowed down, and Laura opened her eyes,
feeling utterly relaxed, her wariness replaced with new energy.
And more. When she moved, she felt the moisture spread between
her labia.
"Your turn," she told him, sitting up on the towel. Mark
unbuckled his belt, got out of his jeans and shorts, and kicked
them under the bed. He wasn't wearing any socks, not having
planned to go outside. He took Laura's place on the towel, and she
went to work on his back as he had done on hers. Laura was more
skilled than he was, and she seemed instinctively to know which
muscles needed exactly so much pressure and rubbing. A lazy
relaxation came over him as she worked her way down to the back of
his legs. Then he felt how her hands, kneading the muscles in his
thighs, brushed, then deliberately stroked the inside of his legs.
The tips of her fingers ran across his scrotum, and he felt
himself harden against the towel. By the time she told him to turn
around, he had a full erection.
"Well well," she said, eying the result of her work. "So you're
not so tired after all... That's interesting." "I recover fast,"
he replied dryly. "So I've noticed." She smiled. Then she started
rubbing the front of his shoulders, working down across his chest,
occasionally adding a bit of oil. Then she turned around,
straddled his chest while she faced his feet, and started kneading
the front of his thighs. Mark enjoyed the sight of her back and
buttocks for a few moments, then put his hands on her still oily
back and started rubbing it again. Laura worked her way across
his thighs toward his crotch, closing in on his hard penis, until
he felt her hands drawing circles around it. Finally she started
stroking his scrotum again, this time cupping his balls and
touching the base of his shaft. She gently pulled back the skin to
expose the swollen head, as she always did, then rubbed up and
down his hot hardness a few times. His hands played across the
small of her back, then moved down to the cleft of her buttocks.
He gently ran his fingers across it a few times, barely touching
the moist bottom of her vaginal slit with the tips of his fingers
between her thighs before moving upwards again.
They went on like that for a minute, playing with each other,
Mark stroking her buttocks as she sat with her thighs spread
across his chest, Laura gently stroking the hard shaft of his
penis, the tips of her fingers running around the rim of his
head. Then she got up.
"Mark?" she said thoughtfully. "Remember yesterday when you put
your finger between my buttocks, and I came almost at once?" "I'm
not too likely to forget that," he laughed. "I think the
scratches are still on my back." "Don't be a sissy. You didn't
loose enough blood to need a transfusion. But that's not what I
mean. What I'm talking about is, you've never made love to me
there before. I think I'd really like to...." She turned her head
around, looked at him over her shoulder. "Would you do that for
me? I know you'll be gentle." Her expression became serious. "If
you'd do it too hard, it would hurt, but I know you won't do
that... "
Mark hadn't really thought about making love to her asshole
before, mainly because he was still very much interested in her
other hole. But he'd do anything to give her pleasure, and if she
wanted him to, he was more then willing to try it. He told her so,
and the smile on her face was like the sun coming up. "OK," he
said, "Why don't you let me get up?"
Laura moved from her position across his body, and he sat up,
then got up on his knees. Laura took his place on the towel,
lying down on her belly. A deep red blush started on her face.
Mark reached down to the floor and took the bottle of massage
oil. He spread her buttocks with the thumb and forefinger of one
hand, then liberally poured oil into the cleft between them. He
put down the bottle, then gently pulled up her hips from the bed
with both hands. Laura, taking the cue, worked herself up until
she sat on the bed on her knees, her head still resting on her
elbows, so that her shapely ass was raised before him. He gently
pulled apart her cheeks, saw the small, brown hole between them.
He ran his fingers across the cleft a few times, covering the
inside of each cheek and her starry hole in the middle with the
warm oil.
Mark realized that he'd have to be very, very gentle, or he would
hurt her. He inserted the head of his penis between her buttocks,
until it was positioned right before the small, brown hole between
them. He gently pushed forward, his hands on her hips, his shaft
lubricated by the oil.
There was a bit of resistance, but not too much. He gently eased
his way inside, until he felt how the tip of his penis slipped
inside her. It felt tight, but not unpleasant. He gently pushed
on. "Slowly, slowly..." Laura cautioned him. She wiggled her butt
a bit, letting him slip around inside her, until she was able to
relax. He slided on, very gently, pausing to let her relax every
half inch or so. Finally he was inside her all the way. He pulled
her cheeks apart with his thumbs, slid in another fraction.
"How does it feel?" he asked. "Tight," she responded, "tight but
good." He moved his hips experimentally, slipping out of her and
back in just a fraction of an inch. "Yes, that's good," she
whispered. "Slowly, slowly..." She removed one arm from under her
chin, where she had been leaning her head on it, and reached back
between her thighs. Mark could see her hand starting to make a
slow, rubbing movement, while she sat there, kneeled before him.
"There has to be a better way to do this," he muttered. "What?"
"I don't know... let me think for a moment..." Then he had it.
"Would you let me try something?" He moved his hands across her
hips, holding himself firmly inside. "Now sit up, carefully," he
told her. She did so, until she sat before him, her back against
his chest. Then he sat down slowly, pulling her hips with him as
he did so, until she sat on his butt with Laura sitting in his
lap. He leaned back even further, taking her with him, until she
was leaning upon his chest, his hard penis still buried up to the
hilt inside her asshole.
He put his hands on her thighs, gently pulled them apart,
spreading his own legs as well. Finally satisfied with the
result, he asked "How about this?" She now sat in his lap, his
penis deep inside her body, his spread legs under hers, his hands
on her thighs. He gently moved his pelvis, withdrawing from her
hole a bit, then relaxin until he slid back inside. It went almost
effortless, and it left both their hands free. He started moving
slowly, working his way out and in a fraction of an inch. "Oh,
yes, this is really great!" Laura said with delight. As Marks
hands started playing over the inside of her thighs, she spread
the outer lips of her vagina with one hand, and started gently
stroking the stem of her clitoris with the forefinger of the
other. Her labia were already wet and slippery, but her clit was
still dry. She dipped her finger into the clear slimy fluid that
leaked out of her slit and smeared her clitoris with it. She
touched the sensitive tip of it once, then started rhythmically
stroking the stem.
The delightful sensations of Marks hard penis sliding in and out
of her asshole connected with the wonderful, warm feeling that
started to build in the region of her vagina. Her whole groin
rapidly became an area of pleasure. She realized that this time
it wouldn't take long. She continued stroking her clit gently,
like only she could, like she had done so often in the past.
Masturbation had been her only relief from sexual tension for a
long time, and she had learned a lot about the way her body
reacted when she touched the right spots. She let her middle
finger slip into her vagina, felt how slippery and wet she was.
She moved the tip of her finger inward, pushed up, gently rubbed
the magic spot. The tension in her clit increased rapidly, like
static electricity before a thunderstorm.
Mark kept moving slowly inside her asshole. It was much tighter
then her vagina, but not unpleasant, and he felt the familiar
sensations beginning to build in his penis. He bent his head
sideways, until he was able to look down along Laura's waist to
see what her fingers were doing. His back ached a bit as he did
so, but he knew it wouldn't be long. The sight of Laura, sitting
in his lap, masturbating while he had his penis deep inside her
asshole, excited him enormously. Unbidden, his hands slid across
the inside of her thighs to her crotch, pulled her legs even wider
until his fingers reached her nether lips. Laura moved her own
hands a bit, allowing him to stroke her labia, the tips of his
fingers running up and down along them. Then his right hand took
over the task of keeping her lips apart, and her free hand moved
up to her breasts and started rubbing her nipples.
Laura's stroking finger moved faster and faster across the stem
of her clitoris as she neared orgasm. The pleasure was peaking
rapidly now. The sensations from her asshole, vagina and nipples
added up to a terrific composition, and the pleasure extended
from her entire pelvic region to her chest, to connect with the
tension in her breasts as her own hand rubbed over them. She
breathed faster, her lips pulling back to reveal her tightly
clasped teeth, her entire face a sunny expression of pure,
intense pleasure.
Mark sensed how her excitement rose, and moved in her ass faster
now, the delicious sensations in his penis increasing to match
hers. Then he saw how she stopped rubbing her clitoris, felt how
she tensed up. She carefully extended her middle finger, touched
the tip of her nubbin - just once. Then she let out a scream, and
his hand felt how her vagina began to spasm. He stopped moving
inside her as her asshole tightened up around him. Laura let out a
long "Ohhhhh.....", a distant look on her bright red face. Mark,
holding her body in place against his, clearly felt how wave after
wave went through her. Her unseeing eyes gazed into the distance.
She remained that way for what seemed more than a minute, then
relaxed against him, leaning back against his body, sighing. He
gave her a minute to catch her breath, then started again, moving
inside her slowly. He was close to orgasm himself, but he was
determined to get everything the traffic would bear out of this.
He stroked her labia with his hand, now soaking wet, then put two
fingers of the other across the top of her slit. He pulled back
the skin so that it put a slight pressure on her clit, then let it
relax. He repeated it once, twice, not touching the clitoris
itself, which would be much too sensitive by now, and he didn't
want to hurt her. Within seconds, he heard how her breath picked
up the pace again, and he bit his lip to hold back himself, giving
her as much time as he could to build up more tension.
Finally he could no longer hold it. He started moving faster
again, both with his hips and his hands. His penis slid in and
out of her tight hot asshole without effort now, lubricated with
a mixture of massage oil, sweat, and his own slippery pre-cum.
Faster and faster he moved, noticing that Laura had begun to gasp
again. The sensations in his groin rose, rose, until the pleasure
became unbearable. Laura let out a yelp, just as he felt the
sparks jump off the tip of his penis. A jolt of pleasure shot
through his groin, the head of his penis exploded deep inside her
asshole, and he let out a moan himself. The hand that had been
holding her labia now clasped her thigh as he pulled himself
deeper inside her, and the movement increased the initial pleasure
of his orgasm even more.
Then his ejaculation started, and he shot his load deeply into
her. He felt how she tensed up around the base of his penis
again, and he realized vaguely that she had managed to reach a
second orgasm just in time. Then coherent thought ended, and only
wave after wave of pleasure remained, and the feeling of being
together so very, very close.
Finally it was all over for both of them, and they lay back
exhausted, sharing the long minutes of non-thought that followed
the pleasure, simply enjoying each others presence. When their
breathing had returned to normal again, Laura smiled dreamily.
"Wow..." she said. "That sums it up pretty well, I think", Mark
muttered. "I can hardly move anymore. Are you trying to wear me
down or something?" She turned her head to face him, and put her
arm around his head. "I thought you'd never notice," she told
him, and then kissed him tenderly. Marks kissing had improved
noticeably since they'd met, but it wouldn't hurt him to stay in
practice, she decided.
After some long moments they came up for air. Mark sighed
contently. "Was it as good as you'd hoped?" he asked. "Even
better," she said. "The first time was grand, but that second one
nearly killed me. It was so good it almost hurt." "What's it like
to be able to come more than once?" he asked curiously. "The
second time it's shorter, but much more intense. I tried once how
many times I could come. I masturbated for two solid hours, having
one orgasm after the other. Finally it just hurt, and I was too
exhausted to go on." She smiled. "Don't you wish you'd been
there?" "I think I could use a shower," he remarked evasively.
"What do you think?" "Yes dear, I also think you could use a
shower," she replied with a smile. He made a face. "You smell
quite yummy yourself, sweety. Why don't we go in there together?"
Laura sat up. "If you're nice, you can wash my back or
something." Mark eyed her up and down suggestively. "I think I'll
settle for the something," he said thoughtfully. "Help me up,
would you?" He held out his hand. "We really shouldn't do this
after sitting behind that damned workbench for so many hours
anymore." He pushed himself up with his other hand, muscles
screaming in protest.
* * *
As Laura walked over to the shower, Mark was again taken by the
sight of her. She looked kind of boyish sometimes. She kept her
hair short, and she didn't use makeup. She looked great. Her hips
weren't very wide, her breasts not large. But she was slender
instead of skinny, she was deliciously curved in all the right
places, and her breasts were young and firm, with very sensitive
nipples that darkened when they grew hard. She moved like a
feline carnivore.
Mark had never thought of himself as handsome. In fact, he was
sure that he wasn't. He dressed for comfort, kept his hair very
short so that he didn't need to bother with it too much, and he
wasn't very athletic or well-built. Yet Laura seemed to like him,
and that simple fact still amazed him. As Mark stepped into the
shower, Laura turned on the hot water and started soaping herself.
"Easy," Mark cautioned her, "I get to wash your back or something,
remember?" "I'll leave some for you," she promised. She closed her
eyes and let the hot water splash on her face, her hands rubbing
her forehead. Again Mark was struck by her beauty - her back
arched slightly backwards, her firm breasts standing proud, the
nipples sweet pink buds in their center, the dark patch between
her thighs. He felt the tension return in his groin. First things
first, pal! He struggled with the soap as he usually did until he
finally got hold of it, and started scrubbing the massage oil from
his skin.
Laura turned her back towards him. He rubbed soap on his hands,
then started soaping her. He did her shoulders, then worked down
to her waist and then slowly up again, scrubbing gently. He slid
his hands around her body until they covered her breasts, then
rubbed the tips gently with his palms, the mixture of soap and
oil a delicious lubricant. He felt her nipples harden in his
palms. He let his hands slide down along the front of her body,
stroking her skin in slow, caressing circles, until they met at
the top of the pubic triangle between her legs. He gently ran a
finger across the slit of her vagina, started stroking her labia.
He pulled her close, until her back melted against his chest and
belly.
Laura response was of course predictable - she shoved her elbow
into his ribs. "Hey! I said my back, you beast!" she laughed. "Or
something, remember?" he complained. "Now she starts hitting
back... what is the world coming to?" "Oh, you poor dear..." she
mocked him. "Why don't you let me take care of you?" She
untangled herself from his arms and turned around. She took the
soap, then started washing him, apparently oblivious of the fact
that he had just done that himself.
She soaped his chest, his belly, then started on his crotch. Soon
her movements became stroking instead of scrubbing, and he felt
himself harden under her fingers. She took his penis in her hand,
felt how her fingers were pressed outward as it grew. Soon it was
so big that her hand could no longer cover it. She gently stroked
his shaft, then sat down on her knees before him, facing the tip
of him.
"Don't take that in your hand," he chided. "You don't know where
it's been." "I do know where it's been, dear. And it was great.
Now be quiet and let me get you clean." She soaped her hand
again, then put it around his shaft and started rubbing it
slowly. She drew back his skin, then made a ring of her thumb and
forefinger and put it around the tip of him. She slowly moved her
hand backwards, letting his head slip along her fingers, until it
popped out from between her encircling thumb and forefinger. She
cupped his balls with her other hand, started to stroke his
scrotum. She watched the head of his penis emerge from her hand
again and again, saw how it darkened until it was almost purple,
felt how it swelled even more as her hand, lubricated by the soap,
slipped along the sensitive rim around it. A small, clear drop
appeared at the slit, and she moved her thumb to smear it all over
the tip of him.
Mark felt how the sensations started to take hold of him again.
The tension in his groin mounted, a delicious feeling spreading
outward from the tip of his penis and his balls. His knees felt
weak. Then she rinsed him off, watched how his throbbing hardness
stood proud, nodding gently with his pulse. She extended her
tongue, licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. It felt
electric. The teasing tip of her tongue approached the head
slowly, slowly, until the longing became agonizing. When her
tongue finally got there, the contact was hot, almost burning, and
he gasped.
Laura let the tip of her tongue travel along the rim of his head,
then opened her mouth and let him slip between her lips,
encircling his head with them. Her tongue caressed the slit. Then
she sucked, and he felt the tip of his penis expand in her
mouth. The sensation was fantastic. His knees trembled, his legs
almost refused to support him as her hand moved away from his
balls and slowly went backward, her fingers gently caressing that
sensitive area between scrotum and anus. His breath became faster
and faster.
Laura, sensing that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer,
let his penis pop out of her mouth. She soaped her hand once
more, than stroked the purple head with thumb and forefinger
again. She felt a warning lurch from his penis, heard him draw in
his breath. She let the finger that had been stroking his groin
run along the cleft of his buttocks, then slipped her forefinger
inside. She rubbed around his hole once, twice, then slowly
entered it. Mark let out a sigh, as the wonderful feeling in his
groin got stronger, stronger...
Sparks seemed to radiate from the tip of his penis, the delicious
sensations from his asshole flowing into the base of his shaft.
When the streams of pleasure connected, a shudder went through
him, and he pissed stars in Laura's hand. Then he exploded,
powerful spasms pressing her fingers apart, once, twice. A thick
white spurt jetted from his shaft. It went over Laura's left
shoulder and hit the wall of the shower. The second one went right
into her face. She moved to catch all of it as he came all over
her, her finger pumping in and out of his ass. Spots danced before
his eyes.
At last, his orgasm subsided, and his legs refused to support him
any longer. As her finger slipped out from between his buttocks,
he slowly sank down on the floor beside her, hot water splashing
down on their heads.
"You call that getting clean?" he asked after a minute. "Look at
this mess we've made." That wasn't entirely fair - the water had
already washed away most of his sperm, and Laura did her best to
lick whatever was left off her face. "Don't worry about it,
dear," she said. "We'll clean it all up tomorrow, OK?" "You
remind me of a song we had in school, you know. 'It feels so
grand when I use my hand, it feels so neat when I use my feet',
or something." "Your feet?" she exclaimed. "How?" "Well... I've
never entirely understood that myself," he admitted. They both
laughed, and she held out her hand to him. They got up and
finished cleaning themselves.
* * *
Later, they lay together in the dark, exhausted by the passion
they had shared. Mark listened to Laura's breath, slowly now, as
she lay in his arms. He felt her warmth, enjoyed her presence,
and he realized that he had never been so happy as since he had
met her. Just having her with him, holding her close, made him
feel more complete than ever, fulfilled a need he didn't know he
had.
Mark wasn't someone who talked easily. Sharing his most intimate
feelings and thoughts was something he did only with reluctance.
Not just because he'd been hurt when doing so in the past - he
just wasn't wired that way. Laura seemed to respect his closed
nature, and he was grateful for that.
Lying awake in the dark was usually a low point for Mark. At that
time of the night memories he'd rather forget returned, and
thoughts he didn't really want announced themselves. Laura's
presence changed all that, however. He still lay awake for parts
of a night - he'd always done that - but it no longer depressed
him. It made him introspective instead.
Thinking of Laura and what she meant to him made him realize that
he'd never really told her that he loved her. That thought
stopped him, and he tried to analyze why. He patiently sorted
through thoughts and feelings, until he saw it. At what point had
he realized that he loved her? Probably on the first night when
they had met. But for some reason he hadn't wanted to face it,
hadn't admitted it to himself. And at some point he had lost his
fear of being hurt - she would never hurt him - and at last he
was able to face his own feelings.
Laura probably knew that he loved her, and how much. But never
having told her troubled him. He resolved to change that as soon
as they were awake. It might be hard, but what the hell. On the
other hand, Laura made nothing really hard.
Realizing the pun that lay in the single - and delicious-
exception to that rule made him chuckle, and Laura moved slowly in
his arms. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and a feeling of
utter happiness.
* * *
An unknown time passed, on those uncharted waters which the mind
explores when asleep. Mark drifted, this way and that, and
finally arrived at distant shores.
In his dream he found himself walking in an idyllic garden. Birds
sang, a soft, warm breeze playing along his naked skin. Trees grew
in a natural-seeming, random way, and the overall result was
pleasing to the eye, beautiful in it's simplicity. The whole place
was so utterly peaceful, felt so safe, that it never occurred to
him to wonder where he was or how he got there, or what to do.
Such is the nature of the stuff that dreams are made of.
He walked aimlessly through flower-strewn fields, came across a
grassy hill. At the other side of it lay a lush, green field,
surrounded by row upon row of bramble thicket, so that a kind of
natural pavilion was formed. The entrance to the pavilion was
close to the low hill upon which he stood, and he advanced slowly
to see what lay within.
In the middle of pavilion, protected by the growth around it,
stood a large, triangular bed, it's foot the base of the
triangle. It wasn't exactly a bed, but more of a raised dais,
apparently made out of nothing but large cushions, covered with
satin and silk. The figure sitting upon the bed was so beautiful
that it almost hurt him.
She wasn't human, so much was certain. Her face was decidedly
feline, though her ears were placed at the side of her head, just
like the human ear. Her body was shaped like that of a human, but
there most resemblance ended. Her skin was covered by a short,
soft-looking fur, like that of a cat, and her muscles moved under
her skin in a way no human could ever have managed, speaking of
the strength, speed and elegance only a true predator could have.
Her breasts were heavy, full and ripe. Yet they stood firmly, and
the fur thinned near the tips of them. Her nipples were very
dark. Where her pubic hair should have been she had instead a
more or less hairless area, clearly displaying the pink labia
between the insides of her smooth looking things. Her eyes were
closed.
The catwoman sat in lotus position, her thighs spread, her
fingers playing between them. Her left hand played across her
breasts, gently stroking their outlines, rubbing the nipples.
With the forefinger and ringfinger of her other hand she held
apart her labia, gently probing her inner folds with the middle
finger. Mark could clearly see how her hand moved, rhythmically
stroking her clitoris. She crooned, her movements a steady
display of pleasure. Her breath began to come faster, the rhythm
of her movements matching it. As her excitement builded, Mark
felt himself respond to that delicious display of auto-eroticism.
His knees felt weak.
The catwoman moved her hands faster and faster now, moved her
pelvis, almost rubbed her vagina against her stroking hand. When
she opened her eyes, Mark saw that they were a deep, emerald
green. Yet they were human eyes, unfocused with her pleasure.
Then she slowly turned her head, saw him. She smiled dreamily,
then closed her eyes again.
Her rhythm grew faster, faster, until suddenly her back arched.
She thrusted her chest forward, and her breasts seemed to grow
even larger. She moved down the hand that had been stroking her
nipples, used it to hold apart her labia with thumb and
forefinger. She put two fingers inside her slit and rubbed
herself deeply. Then she screamed, and the sound of it was not
quite human, but definitely belonged to a predator.
Finally she relaxed, just sat there, recovering. Finally she
opened her eyes, rose, and stood at the foot of the bed. She
smiled at Mark, held out her hand to him. He suddenly felt an
enormous compulsion to run to her, surrender himself to her. She
took a step in his direction, and he too advanced, slowly walking
to the dais. He realized that he had an erection, and that he had
had it for quite some time.
She held out her hands to him, put them on his shoulders. He felt
his own hands rise of their own will, reaching out to her
breasts. He touched the outline of her full, ripe domes with the
tips of his fingers, stroked along the underside of them, then
rose to the tips, caressing her nipples. Her skin felt so smooth,
the short fur softer then anything he'd ever felt.
Her emerald eyes looked deeply into his as her hands played
across his skin, stroked his chest, his back, then reached
between his legs to cup his balls. She put her arm around his
shoulders, the other around his waist, her hand on his buttocks.
Hugged him close, pulled his hips toward hers. She lifted one and
he felt himself slip inside her, her lovely folds parting before
the tip of him, her warm, slippery wetness holding him captive.
She rubbed her pelvis up and down across his pubic bone a few
times, closed her eyes, gasped. Mark felt her orgasm sweeping
through her as she stood there against him, the spasms of her
vaginal muscles gripping his hard penis as if she had a third hand
down there. Her slick folds stroked him like a soft, velvet hand,
and he almost came. Almost.
Finally she relaxed and let go of him. He slipped out of her, and
for a moment he felt a peculiar loss. Then she gently guided him
to the bed and lay down upon it, on her back, and reached out to
him in an unmistakable invitation. Mark took her hand and bent
down over her body to kiss her breasts. He stroked them, then ran
his hand over her belly. Her skin was surprisingly warm under his
hands, as if she had just been sunbathing for an hour or so. The
softness of her fur was amazing as he felt her muscles ripple
under his fingers. He bent down over her breasts and took one of
the nipples in his mouth, sucked it gently. She draw in her
breath, then put one hand on his head to keep it there. His hands
stroked her entire body now, playing over her shoulders, her
belly, the side of her hips. He let go of her nipple, moved his
mouth to the other one, which turned out to be just as hard.
After what seemed ages, he let his mouth travel down along her
chest, her belly, all the way down to her hot wet core. This
close it was even more beautiful. Where her pubic hair should
have been, her fur thinned instead, and her pink, hairless slit
excited him enormously. She was still wet with excitement. He
pulled apart her nether lips with his thumbs, then bent down to
lick her there. Her clitoris was large, about as large as a
marble. The sheath had retracted, exposing the super-sensitive
tip. The sight of it excited him enormously. He inserted the tip
of his tongue in her hot, wet slit, and gently probed her most
intimate folds with it. He felt how she flowered open before him,
how his tongue extended, got deeper and deeper. He slowly moved
upwards until he felt her clitoris and began to lick it as gently,
as delicately as he could. She put her hand on his hair again,
pulled down his head toward her crotch, encouraging him to go on.
He continued licking her, alternating between her inner folds and
her pleasure button. Her slippery fluids covered his face. When he
felt her tense up he concentrated on her clit, and when she
finally came, her thighs almost crushed his head, and she howled
in her release.
He got up, lay down upon the bed beside her on his back, his
erection standing straight up. She sat up on her he knees,
straddled him, moved down to impale herself upon her. He closed
his eyes.
Then a feeling of dreadful loss came over him. He opened his
eyes, looked around him. He was alone, the beautiful catwoman
gone. The breeze turned chilly, and the whole scene suddenly
became two-dimensional, grew distant, distant...
Mark just lay there with his eyes closed, feelings of unspeakable
loss washing through him, along with a profound frustration. Then
he became aware of Laura, her body warm against his skin, and
everything was all right again. He relaxed.
He lay there for a few minutes, his mind quiet and empty of
thought as it only was when he woke up in the middle of the
night. Laura's breathing slowly beside him. The first traces of
dawn outside in preparation for sunrise to do its stuff. The
enormous hardon he had.
Laura stirred in her sleep, directing his lust. If they only
could have shared the dream... On the other hand, perhaps not. He
wasn't quite sure of that. Oh, hell. The matter was an academic
one anyway.
He slowly moved, careful not to wake Laura. He moved his hand
under the sheet to were she lay, her warmth against him. The tip
of his finger found one of her breasts, slowly moved to the tip of
it. He stroked her nipple ever so gently. She didn't wake up.
After about a minute, he felt he nipple harden. He went on,
gently, slowly, careful not to wake her. She stirred again, and he
stopped. But she only sighed without waking up. He touched her
other nipple, continued stimulating it. Laura sighed in her sleep
again. His hard throbbing penis pressed against the sheet.
His other hand moved, sought the warmth between her legs. The tip
of his finger sought her vagina, found the slit wet. He stroked
along it, very gently, spreading her moisture across the labia.
Then he carefully probed between her lips, found the small button,
slowly spread her juices across the surface. She stirred again,
and he froze. But no, she didn't wake up, and after holding his
breath for what seemed minutes, she seemed to be deeply asleep
again.
Then he started stroking her clitoris, gently, slowly. He kept
away from the tip, knowing how sensitive it was, instead touching
the stem. increasing the pressure rhythmically. Laura's breathing
started to change, became deeper. She sighed again, moved against
him.
Mark continued his stimulations, feeling how her tension rose.
Would she be dreaming now? Then he felt how her vaginal muscles
smasmed, once, twice, and she softly moaned. Her reactions
weren't by far as intense as usual, but her orgasm was
unmistakable. He withdrew his finger, wet from her excitement, and
listened how her respiration changed as she woke up. She blinked,
her eyes thick with sleep. She stretched, sighed, closed her eyes
again, slowly coming awake. Then, with a look of surprise on her
face, she put her hand between her thighs, felt how wet she was.
She opened her eyes.
"Good morning," Mark said softly. He turned his head to kiss her.
Her mouth tasted vaguely of sleep, but not unpleasant. She kissed
back sleepily, as she always did just after waking up. "I had an
orgasm," she said. "Or was it just a dream?" She turned, put her
arm around him. Then she felt how hard he was, and a look of
suspicion crept over her face. "And what has you so excited? Hm...
Have you been sleeping with your hands above the blankets,
mister?" "The defence rests," Mark said, pulling her against him.
"Oh well... what's a poor girl to do?" she said, her smile telling
him more than words. They lay like that for a few minutes,
luxuriating in each others warmth, enjoying being so close to each
other. Again Mark was amazed how good she made him feel. He
turned, looked into her eyes. "Hm?" she said. Then she saw the
look in his eyes, his serious expression, and she understood that
he'd made up his mind about something.
"I love you, Laura," Mark said simply. "I don't think I can tell
you how much, or what you mean to me. So I won't try. I love you
more than anything else." His grave expression didn't change.
"And was that so hard to say, dear?" she smiled. "I don't know...
I've been afraid to face it myself for the past few weeks. I don't
know what scared me, but I haven't admitted it to myself. Until
now... I love you. I can't put it into words. I'm happy when
you're around. You make me feel good all over. I.... I just love
you. I don't know how I could live without you anymore."
Laura seemed to melt in his arms. Though the light was very dim,
he could clearly see the effect his words had on her. She was
more beautiful than ever, and he wished he had some way to
preserve that moment, to store it so that he could enjoy it
forever. It was then that he realized that real beauty didn't go
skindeep. Instead, it came from within, merely an external
manifestation of happiness.
"Look what you've done... you've made me cry. And I'd sworn never
to cry again." A tear ran down her cheek. "You can cry as much as
you want to," he told her firmly. "In fact, you can cry all over
me if you like." He kissed away her tears, held her close. "I love
you too," she whispered. "I don't know why, but I do... and you
love me... and you hardly know me." "It doesn't matter," he said.
"It really doesn't matter. I want to have you with me for the rest
of my life. I want to make you happy. I don't care what I know
about you. I love you, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Laura smiled. "Do you really mean that? Will you keep up with my
moods in autumn? Will you still have me around when I'm having a
period? You don't know what you're asking..." Her smile took the
sting out of her words. Yet her eyes were serious. "Are you about
to have a period?" "In a few days... but you haven't answered me."
"OK, I will answer you." Mark pushed himself up on one elbow,
looked down on her face. "I want to be with you for the rest of my
life. I love you. Seeing you happy makes me feel wonderful, and I
don't think I can let you go anymore." Laura felt the warmth his
words spread in her, and she realized that he was right. Mark
thought that she had never looked so beautiful, and again he
realized that this kind of beauty could only be caused from
within, and seeing her happiness like that almost brought him to
tears. "Me too," she said simply. Their kiss seemed to last for
ages.
"You make me feel almost married," Laura said after a long, long
time. "Hm.... I suppose in a way that's right," he replied.
"Marriage isn't just a legal affair, it's a state of mind. If you
decide you want to share your life with someone, the rest is just
a way to make it formal." "Hm... I hadn't considered it like
that... but I suppose you're right. Do I get to call you hubby
now? Hey! Don't tickle! No! DON'T TICKLE!" He made her beg for
mercy.
After their laughing had subsided somewhat, she hugged him close.
She hadn't felt so content in her whole life. Even the peace just
after they had made love wasn't like this. Yet she felt so damn
uncertain, right now. And somehow Mark seemed to sense it. "What's
wrong?" he asked. Laura sighed. "I don't know..." She had never
felt so happy before, but as she realized how vulnerable her love
for him could make her, she was somehow afraid to face it. As he
had been, she suddenly realized. Mark put his arm around her,
looked into her eyes. "Just say it," he whispered. "It doesn't
matter if it doesn't come out exactly right." Laura took a deep
breath. "Are you sure it's not just the sex you love?" Immediately
she bit her lip. That wasn't really what she'd wanted to say. Or
was it?
Mark simply nodded. "Very sure. Just having you near me makes me
feel happy. I've never felt this way before, you know." She felt
his hand slide down her belly, trough the soft, hard curls, and
further down. "While I'll admit that that beautiful spot between
your legs is delicious" - his finger slid between her labia -"it
isn't what makes me love you. I love the whole you" - he gently
rubbed her clit, spreading her moisture around it - "and not just
the details... He paused to kiss her, his finger probing deeper
inside her, then moving upwards to stroke that magic region at the
foreside of her vagina, just under the pubic bone. She felt he
legs turn to water as the warmth spread through her pelvic region.
"Though I'll admit that they *are* interesting..." he finished,
that now-familiar glint in his eyes again.
Suddenly Laura wanted him in her. She took his warm, still-hard
penis in her hand, rubbed her thumb over the smooth head,
stroking the slit. A slippery drop of his precum lubricated her
thumb. "What has got you so excited anyway?" she asked. "I was
dreaming," Mark replied. "Of me, I hope? Or should I get
suspicious?" "Smile when you say that, stranger..." Mark grinned.
Then he realized that, in a way, he had been dreaming about Laura.
Well, sort of. "It's complicated," he told her. Laura turned,
moved her leg around his hips, straddled him. Then she put his
head against the slit of her vagina, and slowly, slowly lowered
herself upon him.
Of all the things they had already done together, Mark liked this
more then anything else. As she slowly slided down around him, he
felt how the swollen tip of his penis gently pushed apart her
outer labia, how he slipped inside to part the slick, velvet
membranes of her most intimate area. The soft, stroking walls of
her vagina caressed him as he slowly entered her, deeper and
deeper into her body, her warmth infusing his groin with a
delicious feeling of belonging. It felt like coming home, and, in
a way, it was.
Laura felt how his hardness probed deep inside her, how he
reached those spots she had never touched herself, and she tried
to make it last as long as she could. When finally their pubic
hairs met, his hips captured between her thighs, she spread her
legs even wider, trying to take him inside her as deeply as she
could. It felt so good, so safe. The very feeling of holding the
other so close, so tight, made it a moment to last.
Mark put his arms around her, their faces very close. As they
looked into each others eyes, they again shared that particular
connection, not only of the body, but of the mind as well, and
somehow that made all talk redundant. They lay like that, for a
time, unmoving, his heat deep inside her body, her face against
his. They shared the same space, breathed the same air, feeling
what couldn't be put into words. Everything was alright.
Finally, Laura started to move. Keeping her thighs spread as wide
as she could, she slowly rubbed the top of her slit against this
pubic hair, not moving more than an inch or so. Mark felt how her
inner folds caressed the swollen head of his penis ever so gently.
A jolt of pleasure surged through his hard member, and he realized
that he would not be able to hold out much longer, excited as he
was. "Slowly," he cautioned her. Laura didn't stop. Instead she
increased her movements, pushing up her pelvis until he almost
slipped out of her, then lowering herself again so that he
entered her all over again. Delicious sensations infused his
groin, and the pleasure in his penis increased, rising from the
base of his shaft to the tip. He felt his penis expand inside her.
Laura, sensing that he was on the very edge of orgasm, suddenly
froze, and slowly the sensations subsided somewhat. Mark smiled,
realizing what she was doing, and slipped his hand between their
bodies. His fingers sought between her thighs where their wet,
hot connection gave them both so much pleasure, found the top of
her slit where his hard shaft kept her labia apart. He gently
pushed his middle finger between the top of her outer lips, found
her pleasure button, stroked it gently. Still she didn't move, and
he was grateful for that, because he was still hovering on the
brink of coming, and he wanted to make it last as long as
possible. Laura breathed faster now, a bright red blush on her
face. "Yes, go on, yes..." she whispered. She had to force herself
to hold still, pleasure extending outward from her groin to infuse
the inside of her thighs, her belly and her breasts. She rubbed
her hard nipples across Marks chest, sparks of pleasure shooting
through them. Then Marks middle finger slipped inside her beside
his penis, gently pushing her labia a bit further apart, and her
folds stretched easily to accommodate him. He carefully probed
inside her, stroking, rubbing, until the tip of his finger touched
that magical spot, and her pleasure soared. She gasped, felt the
muscles in her thighs tense up, as the tip of his finger inside
her sent wave after wave of pleasure through her groin. She bit
her lip, moaned, fighting herself to keep still now. Then Marks
thumb moved up, touched her clitoris gently. Laura gasped "Yes!
Yes! Oh, yes!" as his thumb brushed the exposed, swollen tip of
her pleasure button just once. Laura's breath came fast now, in
ragged gasps. She was amazed at how fast he had brought her to the
edge of release again. Pleasure pooled in her crotch, and she
realized she was about to come.
Mark realized it too, and stopped. He held quite still, just as
she had done a few moments ago. Just in time, as Laura felt her
pre-orgasmic tension ebb ever so slowly. This was delicious!
Slowly, Mark withdrew his finger, removed his hand from between
their bodies, put her arms around her. Looking deeply into each
others eyes, they kissed. Without breaking the kiss, Laura
started to move again, just a fraction of an inch, as she felt
how they both hovered on that wonderful edge again. She rode him
slowly, in short strokes, but as their tension increased their
movements became more rapid. Mark started thrusting his hips
upward to meet hers as the velvet inside of her love tunnel
slided along the sensitive rim of his head. Laura rode him even
faster, her strokes again shorter now. Then, as she felt the
pleasure in her groin rise toward that fabulous, ultimate
maximum, she pressed her crotch into his, rubbing back and forth
now, his short curls against her clitoris. She started moaning.
The pleasure between her thighs peaked suddenly, hot sparks of
utter pleasure shooting through her legs, her belly, her nipples.
She gasped, "Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhhhhhh... YESSSSSSS!" She screamed
as the utterly delicious sensation between her legs increased,
became unbearable, and then, at last, exploded. Laura came.
Mark had been biting his lip to keep himself from coming. As her
strokes became more rapid, the pleasure in his penis rose to
match it, and his groin felt electrified. Tension built in his
balls, in the base of his penis, and started moving towards the
tip of him. He felt his head expand inside her, and the slippery
wet friction of her inner folds against the now ultra-sensitive
tip of his penis became even more delicious. His balls felt like
they were about to burst. Then she screamed, and he felt how her
inner muscles gripped him, and squeezed! The pleasure in the tip
of him doubled, tripled, increased tenfold as she spasmed, once,
twice, and that wonderful feeling that only occurs a fraction of
a second before orgasm screamed through his abdomen. Then sparks
shot out of the head of him, and he exploded deep inside her body.
He hips thrust up, pushing his hard member even deeper inside her,
and lightning seemed to strike his groin. Laura moved up and down
again, so that her smooth insides stroked him again, and his
orgasm became even more intense. He seemed to burn inside her, and
it went on and on and on. Finally, his spasms shook him, and he
jetted his load deep inside her, as she herself continued to spasm
and shudder, still deeply in orgasm.
* * *
Later, they lay together, enjoying that wonderful afterglow that
can be even better than the real thing. Worn out, with the day
still to begin, there was a lot to be said of just staying in
bed, Mark decided. However, he let Laura bully him into getting
out and making coffee - again - while she beat him to the shower.
O, well... it was a small price to pay for being really happy.
Laura turned the water as hot as she could stand it. Steam filled
the shower as she felt how the heat relaxed her muscles to the
point where they merely screamed for attention. She had always
thought that exercise was a terrible way to start the morning,
and how she had let him coax her into it again. She sighed. What
was a decent girl to do these days? Bushed, worn out, a long day
ahead of her... she thought up a few more ways to describe her
pitiful condition, until he hear him yell "Coffeeeee!" from the
kitchenette.
Laura felt happy. No, she wasn't going to let Mark go. Ever. She
was very sure of that as she reached for the towel. It wasn't
there. What the... that rat! She'd kill him! No, on second
thought, killing was much too good for him...
It was going to be a beautiful day.
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