When the others had left, Bob looked at Lori. She looked pleased.
"What are you so happy about?" he asked.
"I get to spend the whole day with you," she said. "I want to be ravished again."
"I told you last
night," he said patiently. "Your casual attitude about pregnancy
not-withstanding, I'm not at all sure I want to make you that way."
"Could you really make me pregnant in just a week?" she asked.
"It only takes one sperm cell," he said.
"You put WAY more than one in me last night," she said, a silly grin on her face.
She was
remembering what she would consider to be the best night of her life
until the night her first child was born. Only that could
displace what Bob had done to her, and for her, the night before, in
his bedroom.
At any other
time she'd have been overawed by the house. It WAS fancy. But she
was in heat, and she wanted Bob to do something about it. His
King sized bed was the only thing in the house she was interested
in. When she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her perky,
up-thrust breasts, and pushed her sweat pants down, she was ready to go.
Bob taught her
about oral sex first. She took to it like it was a genetic
gift. He kissed her and petted her and dug his finger up
inside her until she was beside herself with passion, and then he
mounted her. He didn't give her time to think about
it. Her hymen was already gone, so only the physical
sensation of being stretched would be a problem.
She wasn't
surprised, at least not in the way Bob had thought she might be.
Lori had the capacity to visualize the future, based on her current
understanding of reality. She had visualized Bob on top of her,
so, when he ended up there, his prick forcing her virgin pussy lips
open, she wasn't surprised at the pain of her first penetration.
She was quite aware of the biology of the human female anatomy, as far
as seeing the girth of Bob's penis, and comparing that with what she
could feel about herself. He had warned her of pain, and when she
felt that, she felt ... normal.
It was for that
reason that she took her defloration with a calm ... almost dignified
attitude, knowing that, as addicted as people seemed to be to this
mysterious thing called "sex", there would be a payoff, if she was just
patient.
That was when
she got surprised. She was surprised at how she felt, once
her pussy relaxed and adapted to Bob's length. She was surprised
that it felt completely different than his finger did. It wasn't
just better ... it was completely different. She was
surprised when he began moving in her and she thought she might die
from the pleasure of it all. This wasn't good ... wasn't fabulous
... wasn't even fantastic. This was something she had nothing to
compare with ... had no word for. What she felt, in those
few seconds before an orgasm flushed through her body, was that she
hoped it would never stop ... ever ... for any reason.
Her orgasm
seemed like a comfortable old friend, compared with how she'd felt by
being stretched and stroked by her first penis. That it was
more intense, she could deal with, because now she knew what to
expect. Then, as her moans died down, and the orgasm faded,
she looked up to see Bob grinning, and remembered that she could have
several orgasms in a row.
"Don't cum," she panted.
"I told you to let me wear a condom," he said, his smile fading.
"No," she
gasped. "Not what I meant." She dragged in several deep
breaths. "I don't want to wait for you to get hard again.
Do that to me again right now ... then you can cum."
Bob was inflamed
in ways he'd never been inflamed before. He did it to her
twice more, and, just as he began to hear pain in her voice, as her
pussy finally had too much, he slumped and groaned, trying his male
best to fertilize his mate.
Half an hour
later, Lori found out how the mind can be willing, but the body
fails. She wanted him in her again, but she was sore. In a
fit of thinking way outside the box, she went to the refrigerator and
got five ice cubes, which she then stuffed up inside her pussy.
She decided that was a mistake, almost immediately, and writhed as Bob
laughed at her. She pushed them back out, and, one by one, she
threw them at Bob for laughing at her.
He taught her
how to be on top, so she could regulate penetration. Twenty
minutes later she was bouncing up and down lustily, her buttocks
bouncing off his abdomen, as she tried to get him as deep as
possible. She had one orgasm that way, but the rest of the time
seemed to be playing with him, more than trying to "have sex" with
him. She wanted him to tell her when he was going to spurt again,
and wanted to know if there was anything she could to do help him
spurt.
Five minutes
after that, she sat, eyes closed, stock still, as his penis flexed and
twitched inside her, jets of his semen coating her cervix.
"I thought
that's what I felt last time," she sighed. "It felt all warm
inside me, but I wasn't sure. I like that part best of all."
"That's the part that will make you pregnant," he panted.
"I know," she sighed again. "I think I might be done for a while."
It turned out
she was ... but only for a while. Like some people are addicted
to crack, the first time they smoke it, Lori was addicted to prick, the
first time she felt one in her. She loved having his prick in her
from the first time he slid into her, and she did anything she could
for the rest of the night to get it back in her.
She wanted to be
shown all the positions, because he had to put it in her to show her
each one. Then she said he should fuck her for a little while,
just so she could figure out if she liked this position, or that
one. He caught on, eventually, but didn't really
mind. Lori was one of those women who just like to
fuck. She liked orgasms, but they weren't absolutely necessary
for her to have a great time. She liked being close to a man, and
getting his sweat on her, and getting hers on him, for that
matter. Bodily fluids didn't bother her a bit, either hers or
his. By one, in the morning, when he finally laid down the
law and threatened to take her back to the conference center, she
finally desisted.
She didn't sleep
though. Not right away. She asked for a book to read,
explaining that was how she usually went to sleep. It was a
lie. When Bob drifted off, she closed the book and just
looked at him. Her hand went between her still naked legs, and
she felt the slipperiness that was ... him. She watched him
for maybe half an hour, her eyes just drinking in the man who meant the
most to her in the whole world. Then, very gently and softly, she
kissed his temple, and lay down beside him. Trying not to
wake him, she scooted next to him and laid her hand on his chest.
Then, concentrating on the heavy, warm, wet feeling inside her, where all his sperm was, she was finally able to go to sleep.
Her eyes cleared and she looked at Bob, here in the conference room.
"WAY more than one," she said, showing him her braces.
"I'm not going to make love to you all day long," he said, exasperated.
"I know that!" she said. "Do they have miniature golf here?"
She tired him
out as they hopped from one activity to another, all day long.
She let him buy her five more outfits, but insisted they be purchased
at one of the big box discount stores. While they were there, she
got a swim suit, a bikini that was quite modest, actually, since it was
in the young miss department that they found one to fit her.
Then, on the
pretext of getting something to eat before meeting the others at the
hot tub that evening, she got him to take her back to his house, where
she wore him out in another way, getting another load of his heavy
spunk deep in her belly.
