The House Guest
By James Bellamy
Chapter Five

James had taken them out to dinner tonight.   It had 
been a happy meal, lots of wine and lots of laughter.  
Now that they knew each other so well, the 
conversation came easily.  James had felt Valerie's 
foot touch his several times during dinner and 
returned her tentative touch with a firm and knowing 
pressure.  They had slipped their shoes off and as the 
wine took its toll, their toes became more active, 
fondling each other.  He liked the feel of her toes 
turned under in her tights and smoothly rubbing his 
ankle as she smiled across the table at his jokes.

Gerald needed two guiding hands, getting to the car 
and then again as he rollicked along into his own 
home.  He insisted on pouring them a nightcap and 
turned on some music.  Valerie lighted two candles, 
casting the room into a warm glow.  Gerald lay on the 
floor, talking with some difficulty on the sense of it 
all, James on one end of a small couch, Valerie at the 
other.  James had trouble keeping his eyes off her and 
she returned his glance with warmth in her eyes.  
Gerald's breathing soon became very steady, then 
turned to snoring lightly.

"I better get him upstairs,  ........ I guess."  
Valerie said.

"Yes ................ I guess ......so."  He couldn't 
think of anything else to say.  " But we should finish 
our nightcap, ......don't you think?"

"Mmmmnnn hmmm."

James reached for his drink and placed his hand on the 
couch reaching out toward her. 
 
As she did the same, their hands touched.  The feeling 
was electric and they both pulled back briefly, then 
relaxed.  Their hands were just touching, there on the 
seat of the couch, but the warmth exchanged was 
intense.  They both sat and stared at Gerald on the 
floor, sleeping soundly as the tension built between 
them.  They sat like that for a time, then James 
covered her hand with his, raising the level of 
tension still more.

Valerie could feel the wetness beginning again between 
the lips of her pussy.  His hand over hers was the 
longest contact that they had had, yet she felt that 
they had an intimacy that was extraordinary.  She 
turned to look into his eyes, which seemed to be 
fastened on her constantly.  She enjoyed smiling at 
him, then seeing the warmth with which he returned it, 
they were kissing with their eyes, it seemed.

Taking another casual look at Gerald on the floor, 
James leaned toward her in the gloom of the 
candlelight.  She paused a moment, unsure, glanced at 
her sleeping husband, then leaned to offer her lips.  
Their lips touched gently, then opened and pressed 
closer.  James' lips pulled at hers, pulling her into 
him gently.  Her tongue found his, and the effect was 
immediate and electric.  She was shocked at the 
special shudder she felt, like her first kiss when she 
was young, she felt that she was on a roller coaster 
that streaked down over her breasts, leaping off the 
nipples down her tummy and zooming into the split 
between her legs.

The kiss lasted a long time, their tongues tasting 
each other for the first time.  At last, James broke 
away and stared over at Gerald for a moment, then 
turned again to renew the taste of her sweet lips, 
squeezing her hand as he did so.

"Well,  .........   I guess we should ........ get him 
up to bed."  Valerie said at last, not really wanting 
to end it.

Gerald was soon roused, rubbing his eyes and fumbling 
with the hi-fi.  "Well, had to wake me up, did you?  
Wanting some of my John Thomas are you?"  Winking at 
James.  "Always gets randy in candlelight, you know!"  
He was still sitting on the floor and now was running 
his hands up her legs and under her skirt.  "You want 
to help me with this horny little bunny, James, or do 
you have to get up early!!!!"

"Now, Gerald, off you go," his wife urged.

His hands continued to fondle her ass as she preceded 
him up the stairs and down the hall.  

"Night James," he slurred over his shoulder, bumping 
from one wall to the other down the hall.

The door closed behind them and he heard their talk 
continue.  She was bawling him out for suggesting that 
James join them in bed.  "Gerald, what are you 
thinking of, saying such a thing in front of a guest, 
for heaven's sake.  I've never been so embarrassed!"

"Thought you liked him, sweetie!  ...... Might be ah 
..... ah bit of fun, you know.  Come on, admit it 
hahahahahaha .........  you'd love having the both of 
us. Eh?  What'll you have then, love, me in the back 
and old James in the front?

"Gerald, for heaven's sake, not a chance!" he heard 
her trying to shush him.

"Oh, come, on love, let's see that big sweet ass of 
yours!!"

"Eeeeek!  Geraldddddddd!"

"Ohhhh, feels like you are ready for my .......... Big 
old John Thomas!!!  Let's see that big round wonderful 
ass under these knickers .............oooooops hahaha 
.......... .......... .........Ooops, they tore!!!! 
Hahahahahaha ........ Oh, it is wet and wiggly hot 
pussy ...........hot pussy .........hot ......ready 
for this, love .......... ....... Bend over there, let  
me have it you slut!  ..........there  ........ you 
like it deep ............I'll give you deep .lllllllll 
........there!!! deep!!!!! And again!!!!!!   And 
again!!!!!!  

"Oh, yes, yes, shove it in....... GIVE it to me 
.........yesyesyes ....... Mmooooooore, harder 
........harder  shove it in, my love. Give me all of 
that big thing......... I love itttttttttttttt.  No, 
no no, don't stop........... don't stop 
..................... put it in more, again, 
again.......  Ohhhhhhhhh.

The sounds stopped.  It left  James hanging, seemed 
incomplete.......  He thought he heard snoring.

James went to his door, listened.   It was snoring.  
Gerald, being a little worse for wear, had obviously 
fallen into a deep drunken sleep, having satisfied 
himself.  He felt rather than saw Valerie slip down 
the hall, heard the light click on as she closed the 
door, heard water running.  He thought he heard her 
stop briefly in the hall, listening at his door, then 
move to her room.  He waited for the sound of the door 
latching, but it didn't come.

He opened his door, could smell Valerie's perfume or 
lotion in the hall, pleasantly deep in his nostrils.  
He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene 
he had just heard take place.  He wonder  just how 
daring he should be.  Gerald's snoring was loud and 
deep.

Suddenly he was in the hall.  Listening.   Straining 
to hear, to feel Valerie there ten feet away.  She had 
not closed the door completely.  His decision was 
made.

James slowly pressed the door.  It creaked, sounding 
loud in the night tension.  He pressed again, another 
squeak.  But Gerald continued his snoring..  It was a 
dark night again and he could see nothing except the 
outline of the white sheets on the bed.  Slowly he 
felt his way across the room, invading the mating room 
of his host and hostess.

Standing beside the bed, he stopped to listen again.  
He felt that you could have cut the tension with a 
knife.  His breathing, when he dared to take a breath 
was labored and stuck in his chest.  His heart was 
pounding.

Valerie lay staring into the darkness, too.  She heard 
the door open  with a squeak.  She knew that he was 
there.  What was he doing, though.  Surely he won't 
come in, she thought.  'Should I get up and go to him?  
No, I don't think so,' her mind raced excitedly.

She could see his bulk now close beside her.  Her 
heart was pounding with excitement.  Half of her 
wanted him to touch her, half was scared, frightened 
that her husband would wake.  She listened, realized 
that he was drunk satisfied, and probably could sleep 
through an earthquake.  But you never know.  

The danger was a presence like a wall there in the 
room.  James stood a long time there beside her bed.  
Finally, she felt the presence lean over her.  His 
lips touched her ear.  She turned to meet his lips 
with hers, felt his tongue touch her.  She sucked his 
tongue into her mouth, savoring its wet roughness.

James felt her tongue, felt the excitement of her 
touch shoot through his body from his tongue to the 
tips of his toes.  He felt disoriented, not sure if he 
was standing or on his head in the darkness.  He felt 
her hand on his cheek, now, ,gently encouraging him.  
Just touching.  Fondling his face..  His hand found 
her breast under the silky slip.

She wore no bra and her nipple leapt against his palm.  
He fondled and pinched it lightly, feeling the round 
hardness of it, felt it get harder, more rigid, more 
defined in his touch.  He loved the way it formed an 
almost separate part of her breast, a distinctly 
separate little mound on top of the rich mountain of 
her breast.  He slipped his kiss down her chin, along 
her neck to the swell of her left breast, nearest him, 
and up to the nub at the very tip of her breast.  Her 
hand guided his head now, asking him unspoken to 
suckle her, to take her womanhood and let her nurture 
him.  

Valerie felt the curly hair of his sideburns, musing  
that he needed a haircut, pressed his head to drink 
her breasts.  She wanted him to suckle there, to taste 
her nipples, wanted him to have her roundness, wanted 
to feel his hands fondle her big breasts, hold them, 
lift them, smooth them with his rough hands, nibble on 
her.  She wanted to feel his breathy desire spill over 
her breasts, feel him nuzzle the valley between them.  

She felt his lips slipping down her neck, along the 
slope of the top of her breast.  She listened for any 
change in her husband's snoring.  It was steady.  She 
pulled James to her ample bosom.  His cheek felt so 
wonderfully masculine against her.  Valerie loved 
having her breasts fondled.  James held them in his 
hands, started with the very base of the now swollen 
orbs, moving along them, squeezing them as he worked 
his hands toward the peaks.  He pulled slightly on her 
nipples as he reached the summits.

Gerald's left hand slipped down to rest on her belly.    
The band of her panties was under his thumb as he 
rubbed lightly on her tummy feeling the soft silkiness 
of the full cut panties.  

Valerie's hand caught his hand, slipped it under the 
band of her panties, pressed it down into the curls 
protecting her mound, letting him play there for a 
moment, enjoying the feel of his fingers combing her 
little patch of dark brown hair.  His finger just 
touched the top of the crease made by the lips of her 
cunt.  'What had her husband said about having them 
both?' she thought to herself.  Well, she liked it, he 
was right, though not quite the way he had phrased it.

James felt the coarse short curls of her pussy thatch.  
Fondled it in his fingers, scratched her mound gently, 
teasingly with his fingernails.  Her scent was warm in 
his nostrils, his heart beat wildly in his chest.  He 
knelt beside her, touching her lips with his again.  
Then, slipping downward, he kissed her other lips, 
just at the beginning of the place where they split 
her body, inviting him.  His lips explored them, felt 
that they were nicely swollen with excitement, pouting 
at him.  James slipped his fingers in the band of her 
panties, pausing to see if she wanted this, then 
slipped them down her thighs and off her leg.  

Valerie took her knickers off the other leg, moving as 
quietly as possible.  She stuffed them into James' 
briefs, feeling his hard cock against her hand.  She 
paused there, examining his length.  Her touch was 
light as a feather.  It seemed large, swollen, 
excitedly hard and erect.  Her hand touched his balls, 
lifted them in their sack between his legs.  They were 
large and heavy in her hand.   He left her panties 
there stuffed next to his cock and balls, as she felt 
him parting her legs.  Valerie was terrified of waking 
Gerald.  She put her hand to his head cautioning him.  
He paused a moment and continued his journey up her 
thigh toward her open pussy.

Her lips were swollen, her hair soft to his lips as he 
planted a kiss on her closed pussy lips.  Her scent 
was delicious to his nostrils, perfume and natural 
scent mixing together excitedly.  His tongue touched 
her now, he realized she was moist for him, waiting 
for him to taste her.  'The tip of his tongue slipped 
easily between her lips, traced a path down one side, 
crossed over to the other lip. - Valerie spread her 
thighs wider for him.  His tongue widened and spread 
over the width of her large luxurious pussy lips.  
James was enjoying making her squirm slightly under 
his tongue.  He found her clitoris, circled it with 
the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his 
lips.  He let the wetness of his mouth make a warm 
slippery sheath for her clitoris, now firmly 
protruding in the flower pedals that were her pussy.  
She was so wet.  So Warm. So Sweet tasting.  The wet 
heavy cream of her juices spread on his cheeks as he 
opened his mouth so that it was covering her clitoris, 
her lips so wide apart now, and down to the opening to 
her vagina.  He lingered that way, his tongue fondling 
her entire channel.  His nose rested now on her Venus 
mound, its curls tickling his nose and her scent 
intoxicating him.  

Valerie felt James surround her with his open mouth.  
It was hot and exciting, everything was so wet and 
warm, and held, and fondled -- all those things at 
once.  It was truly wonderful.  His tongue had her 
clit standing so rigidly that it felt like she was 
pointing toward him -- reaching for him.  It actually 
felt like it was straining to get closer.  Silly -- 
but that is how it felt to her at that moment.  She 
had never felt more completely fondled.  His hands 
crept up her sides and held her breasts firmly but 
still gently.  

James was being as aggressive as he could while trying 
not to move the bed for fear of waking Gerald.  He 
sucked her pussy, slipped his tongue into her cunt, 
circled it, pressed deep into her, tasting the slight 
bitter sweetness there.  His tongue went lower on her 
body, then circled the little rose of her anus.  He 
felt her squirm with pleasure under his tongue.  Her 
breasts were large and swollen in his hands.

Valerie was engulfed in a luxurious bath of pleasure 
and feelings.  Her heart was beating firmly, her 
juices were flowing.  Her clitoris felt so lovely as 
James loved it, swirling it around and around.  At 
last she felt his finger slip into her cunt, another 
just touched her anus, fondling it.  She felt her 
pelvis involuntarily squirm closer to get more of him.  
She felt her orgasm begin to build in her groin.  His 
finger continued slipping in and out, then found the 
round little mound just behind her clitoris.  

He was sucking her clit now and rubbing the swollen 
bit inside her pussy, just under the root of her 
little man.  The sensation was unimaginable, it spread 
through her loins, suffusing them with warmth, her 
tummy cramped slightly as if he were drawing on her in 
this way.  She felt his tongue flicking her clit back 
and forth, her body shuddered under his attention.  

How long had she been engulfed in these sensations? 
How long could it go on.  She was shivering now with 
pleasure.  Trying desperately not to make too much 
noise or jiggle the bed too much.  But James kept 
pulling on her clit, rubbing behind it, kissing her 
pussy lips now so sensitive and leaping out to him.  

She squeezed her thighs around his face, her orgasm 
rattling through her; she clamped onto him, trapping 
his head, shuddering against him, loving the feel of 
him there between her legs, there fondling and sucking 
her sex, lingering in the bath of all her juices, 
devouring her , devouring her juices, fucking her with 
his tongue and mouth and nose.  She exploded with as 
controlled an orgasm as she could manage, driving her 
vibrations into his head as she held him clamped in 
the vice of her excited thighs.  She felt the bed move 
with her tremors, but there was nothing she could do.  
Finally it subsided.  She lay completely happy and 
completely satisfied, relaxed, feeling  ........ well 
.........just ........Wonderful .........it was the 
only word.

James silently covered her bare, wet mound with the 
covers, kissed her one last lingering good night and 
slipped silently out of her room, her panties still 
tucked into his shorts.



  
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