The House Guest
By James Bellamy
Chapter Eight

"How was the concert, then?" Gerald asked as he came 
into the house with a smile.  He was slightly loose 
from the dinner and drinks of the business meeting he 
had had.  It had agreed with him apparently.

James replied that it was terrific.  Valerie had 
slipped up to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and 
brush her teeth when she heard his car come into the 
drive.  She had quickly inspected James for traces of 
lipstick before going.

Now she bounded down the steps, with a welcoming 
smile,  "It was brilliant, Gerald, I wish you could 
have been there, you'd have so enjoyed it.  Wouldn't 
he James?"  She bubbled on at length about the show.

"If I know you, lass, knowing how these things affect 
you, you'll need a good seeing to tonight!"  he 
smacked her bottom and grinned at James, who looked 
away, trying to think of something to say.

Valerie nudged him hard in the ribs.  "Stop that, 
Gerald, you're naughty!  What on earth will James 
think of you?"

"What should he think, then, just two married people, 
------------ one of them a randy wife!!"  he roared at 
his joke, then pushed her toward the stairs  "get 
along with you, and your big bum!"  he followed her up 
the stairs, his hands following the swiveling of her 
hips.

"You're incorrigible, you are." She muttered.

James watched as Gerald's hand disappeared under her 
skirt slipping up to the space between her legs.

In his room, James lay back on the bed still in his 
clothes.   Staring at the ceiling, feeling completely 
relaxed, warm and comfortable, he recalled the feel of 
her body against him, the way her lips had teased him, 
pleased him.  A long sigh escaped his lips, but it was 
replaced with a satisfied smile.

But then he heard them in the next room and knew they 
would soon be fucking;  He was sorely jealous of the 
joy and pleasure Gerald was able to have while he lay 
there only dreaming of how it might be if they, 
Valerie and he, were allowed a little time alone.  How 
they would make it into a wonderfully expressive thing 
, this fucking, this loving, this deep probing, long 
and deep, 

He heard Gerald's voice "here's what you've been 
wanting , Isn't it, love?"

"Yes."

"Come and have it then, always ready, satisfaction 
guaranteed," he laughed.

"Come and suck it my girl, suck it for me, suck me 
off, give it your mouth, then.  Come on now,  That's 
it, pull away,  Lot's more to have, there now, that's 
better, Got it all then?  You randy little tart, randy 
little slut, always wanting this then, aren't you, 
Love to suck, don't you?  Say it. Say it, say you love 
to suck my big old John Henry.  Tell me, I say!"

"Yes, I do, dear."

"Tell me or I'll not give you more, my lass!"

'OK, OK be quiet now dear, what do you want?  I WANT 
YOUR BIG COCK, I LOVE IT IN MY MOUTH, I LOVE TO SUCK 
THIS COCK.  How's that!"

"Ahhhhhhhh ......right you are, love.   Right you are.  
You're hot tonight, aren't you?  Got randy off to a 
concert did we.  Ohhhhhh gooood  more,.....SUCK IT!"

Silence.  James knew he had come and would have 
nothing left to help her come, neither the spunk nor 
the sensitivity to find another way, all spent as he 
would be now.  He would be asleep in minutes.  James 
longed to go to her, but knew he could not.   "Gerald 
is not that drunk, he thought.

His cock was hard with wanting her though.  He thought 
of how he would have pleased her now.  How his cock 
would have found all the little hills and valleys of 
the inside of her cunt, how he would have lifted 
against her, pressing the top of his cock against the 
top rim of her cunt, his mound pressing her clit, his 
cock finally reaching her clit.  Her pretty little 
clit, waiting to be rubbed and fondled until her 
orgasm radiated out from it,  calling all the other 
sensuous parts of her body to the celebration, while 
he worshipped each one of them.  It was a wild thought 
for another private time he hoped would come soon.    
Soon.  Soon, he hoped.

Valerie, disappointed that he had turned away and 
fallen asleep so soon, slipped out of bed and padded 
down the hall, not bothering even to put her slip on.  
She thought it safe enough.

James heard her close the door of the bathroom and 
rose to stand expectantly in the hall just to smell 
her perfume as she came back.  He listened at Gerald's 
door and heard the now familiar snoring.  Too 
dangerous to risk waking him he thought, but he 
continued his dangerous course.  He stood nude waiting 
in the hall as the bathroom door opened and Valerie 
was standing there nude.  His eyes drank her in.  Her 
nipples stood out in their crowning place high on her 
breasts that he now saw in their fullness and their 
naturalness.  The curve of their underside being 
lovely in his view, their slight sag under their 
weight giving her body an opulent loveliness.  Topped 
by the slope of the top of her breasts slipping down 
to the alert nipples his mouth longed for.  She looked 
startled, her hand on the light switch.   She didn't 
switch off, but stood, letting him look at her, loving 
the way his eyes swept over her, pausing for a long 
lust-filled look at the thatch covering her mound.

They stood suspended in silence, listening for 
Gerald's snoring; ...........  it continued.  Valerie 
continued letting him look at her.  She felt 
wonderfully adored in his gaze.  She relaxed a little 
bit, watching his eyes as they looked into hers, then 
were torn from hers by his need to look at her body, 
to openly and simply admire her round body.  James 
reached out for her, she took her hand from the switch 
and gave it to him.  They stood like that for a time, 
him continuing mesmerized at seeing her at last.   Her 
loving the attention, but concerned not to wake Gerald 
either.  She knew this was madness.  And so dangerous.  
They really could not do this, she thought.  She 
turned out the light and they were plunged into 
darkness.

Gerald could still see the afterimage of her there in 
the doorway, painted on the retinas of his eyes.  She 
dimmed after a moment, he took back her hand, lead her 
past her door.  She resisted slightly.  He tugged 
gently, reassuring her.  

Valerie panicked, ...... 'no, I can't go to his room,' 
she thought, and came back to her senses, pulling 
James to stop him.  He came close and they stood, 
barely breathing, barely touching.  It was chilly in 
the hall and her nipples puckered in spite of herself.  
Otherwise she didn't feel the cold, just his hand on 
her breast, his breath on her lips, now his tongue in 
her mouth, hers in his.  How was she going to stop 
this, short of fucking him here and now, and that was 
too impossibly dangerous to even thinking of.  Still 
it was what she wanted to do.  She wanted his cock so 
much right now her mind was spinning.  She touched it, 
held it gently.

James, turned her round, pressed close to her from 
behind and fondled her breasts in a lovely rolling 
motion, she swooned against him, felt his cock 
prodding her bottom.  James knew it was too dangerous, 
too, really.  His heart was in his mouth, his 
breathing uncertain.  He bent her over so she could 
touch the little bench in the hall.  He spread her 
legs.  She willingly let him position her.  Then he 
did a surprising thing.

He knelt behind her, reached through her legs to pinch 
her nipples dangling there from her bent-over 
position, head down, hands resting on the low bench.  
She was all exposed to him and thought that her legs 
would not hold her much longer.  She felt his tongue 
touch her.  A shiver ran through her.  He searched her 
now, his tongue devilishly perverse in its seeking 
little way.  James encouraged her legs a bit further 
apart with his arms as he continued to fondle her 
breasts, marveling at the way they hung down into his 
waiting, lusting hands.  

They were so nice and heavy.  He loved them, glorified 
them, hefted them in his hands, warmed them, pinched 
their long nipples, now so distended.

The blood was rushing to her head and Valerie was 
dying from suspense, though enjoying his lovely hands, 
they seem to know what her breasts wanted. So 
soothing, so loving, so wonderful.  She thought, "I 
think I can orgasm just from his fondling, from this 
lovely man kneeling between my legs fondling and 
playing madly with my tits!  I love this.  God help 
me, I love it.  It's mad, being here like this, naked, 
exposed, my fanny in the air -- exposed to this 
strange, weird, randy, but wonderful American who was 
a stranger a week ago!!"

"Ah, she couldn't resist dabbing a little stopper of 
perfume on the peak of her mound," he thought.  What a 
delight.  Husbands are a mad lot, not knowing what can 
be theirs for the asking.  But they can't bring 
themselves to simply enjoy the preciousness offered 
them.  The scent of her pretty pussy and its juices 
flooded to him, blended with the perfume.  

He pressed his tongue a little further with its 
exploration.  Starting at the top of her crease, the 
lovely buns on either side, he tested the little bone 
at the base of her spine, then hurried on following 
the centerline of her body.   

Valerie spread wider, sensing what he wanted.  "oh, 
dear, I'll collapse," she thought, grateful for the 
support of the little bench, and pressing her head to 
it now, her body bent practically double before him.  
She had to bite her tongue to keep quiet as she felt 
his tongue travel down, down, down along the wide 
split of her bum.  She thought   "Is he going to kiss 
me there, as well................ Mmmmmmm. 
........hope so. .................... mmmnnnngg 
........hope so......... YES." She nearly jumped from 
her skin as his tongue circled her rose bud of an 
anus!

James, wanted to tease her to an hysterical peak, just 
short of screaming out loud.  Could he do it?  He 
thought perhaps so.  Her juices were already on his 
chin as his tongue toyed  with the little rosebud, 
circling it.  He heard her sharp intake of breath as 
he teased more.  She was shuddering under the terror 
of his tongue driving shivers from her little anus up 
along her body.  He held her thighs,  thinking she 
might collapse, but kept his tongue tingling along her 
crease.  For some reason, it was lovely doing this for 
and to her.  Just lovely.  He wanted to give her such 
a record breaking sort of orgasm that it hurt, so 
great was his striving to find just the delights which 
would make her cum for him in a wild, torrential, 
rainforest style release.

His tongue paused to press just the center of the 
rosebud, bidding it a fond farewell, as his tongue 
traced its treasure path along her waiting creaming 
slit.  He had to spread her cheeks more with his hands 
as his tongue sought the first hint of her pussy lips 
rising gently from the path before him,  He kissed 
them, then let his tongue taste again.  

He felt her shudder again as his tongue tasted the 
lips of her pussy.  It was a different tingling from 
that she felt as he tongued her anus, yet similar, 
just more familiar.  She relished both.  He was upon 
her cunt now, open to him, gaping open to him, her 
juices spilling down the sides of the lovely spot.  
His tongue ran around the rim now, lustily teasing her 
to a wildness that made her hips buck in spite of her 
position, nearly standing on her head.  

She bit her lip again to keep from crying out with the 
sensations coursing through her wildly aroused body.  
She could not believe how aroused she was getting. She 
thought it must be the blood running to her head.  

"OHMIGOD."  She felt James tongue going deep into her 
open cunt, having made love to the lips and rim 
surrounding it he had slipped his clever tongue right 
into her, felling the tightness of the sphincter 
muscle meant for his cock!  She squeezed his tongue, 
pressing it back out like a little cock.  He pressed 
into her again, she played with his tongue, using the 
muscle training she had worked on so often over the 
years so that her cunt could grip Gerald's cock and 
give him a "seeing to", give him a "good riding".  Now 
here it was letting her enjoy herself with James' 
tongue. It was truly lovely.  She lingered in her mind 
with his wet little tongue pretending to substitute 
for his cock. "Lovely" she whispered.  "oh god, so 
lovely"  she mouthed the words, hoping he would 
understand.

James savored the taste of Valerie's sopping cunt.  
Again and again, he slipped his tongue into her 
waiting tunnel.  He felt her return his pressure with 
the firmness of her muscle, They played together, him 
slipping it into her, her squeezing down on it until 
it was expelled, then repeating his thrusting. 
"OHMIGOD." He thought to himself, 'what this little 
muscle trick must do to your cock as it slides in and 
out!'  His mind went mad for her. Longing for the 
fucking they would surely do some time soon ......... 
when the time was right.   He continued until he felt 
her legs trembling so much he feared she might give 
way.

He moved on up the path, along her thick full pussy 
lips, now so swollen with her excitement and slick 
with her juices.  Her wetness now actually running 
down her legs and completely covering his mouth, nose 
and cheeks.  It felt lovely, he thought.

Now he was right under her legs, head turned up 
sucking on her clit the way she had sucked his cock 
earlier.  He pulled on it with his tightly clenched 
lips, letting it slip out at last, and he was sure 
that it trembled as it snapped back from his lips.  
His tongue found it, his teeth very gently nibbled it, 
very gently and she moaned slightly.  James was seated 
on the floor now face fully upturned, sucking her 
clitoris, his nose pressed into the tight wetness of 
her cunt.  He sucked hard, pulled on her, she moved 
her hips to help him reach her and he heard her 
whimper slightly.

Suddenly, she could hold it no longer,  James grasped 
her breasts, squeezing them, rolling them in his 
hands, supporting her as her knees gave a little, 
sitting right down on his face, as if on a typing 
seat.  His mouth sucked hard on her clitoris, though 
he was nearly afraid of suffocating with the pressure 
of her surrounding his cheeks, mouth and nose.  Still 
he held on to her, determined to see her through to a 
massive, earth-shattering orgasm.  

Valerie felt her knees going.  She could do nothing 
but rest part of her weight on poor James there with 
his upturned face deep into the crease of her body, 
sucking on her clitoris as if there would be no 
tomorrow.  It was mind-blowing.  She shuddered, she 
gripped the little bench, she pressed against James' 
wonderful tongue.  She thought how nice it would be to 
just let his whole head slip up into her waiting cunt, 
still licking her even inside.  It was wild, almost 
psychedelic, she guessed. 

Her body simply took over, her orgasm rolled back and 
forth through her torso, through her legs, her tits 
tingled wildly in his hands,.  She hated to do it but 
she simple collapsed onto James.  She had to be helped 
up by James standing up, supporting her, still 
squeezing her massive swollen breasts.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, her arms around 
his neck as if she could not be pried loose.  Coming 
to her senses, she took one last kiss from his lips 
and  moved back to her own room, uncertain if her legs 
would support her.  Gerald was still snoring, so, she 
must have managed to keep quiet enough.  She lifted 
her slip over her head, letting its sensual softness 
slip down over her hips and catch over her bra-less 
breasts.  She thought she would go braless tomorrow as 
well.  Her nipples were that sensitive.

The End of Chapter 8
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