Chapter 25 - Every Which Way but Loose

When Richard woke he found himself spooned against Janet's back,
one leg tangled between her slender legs, an arm draped over her
shoulder, his hand covering her boob and the bump of her nipple
centred on his palm.  It had been a warm night and the sheet was
now down at the bottom of the bed leaving them both naked.  The
really nice thing was that her hand was covering his, securing
his hold on her boob as though she wanted him to hold her.  He
lay there feeling very content, every now and then taking a deep
breath, gathering in the scent of her hair.

Suddenly her breathing changed, her very relaxed body tensing. 
He brought his lips to her shoulder planting a little kiss.

"Morning princess."

Shit, he hadn't meant to say that.  How dumb!

"Mmmm, morning.  What's the time ... oh prince!"

Okay, maybe not so dumb because she seemed to relax again and she
definitely snuggled back against him as her hand tightened on
his.

"Not sure.  Eight?  Doesn't matter does it?  We ain't got nothing
we have to do today."

She started stroking his hand and he reciprocated by playing with
her boob, marvelling at how rapidly her nipple grew till it was a
hard bud pressing into his palm.  It felt so inexplicably good,
her nipple on his palm!

"So, what you want to do today?"

"Today?  Don't know.  Go to the mall?  Swim?"

"You want to swim to the mall?"

By now his cock was hard, pressing against her bum and she pushed
back against it.

"I guess.  Although I suppose you'd be too embarrassed, swimming
to the mall with that thing sticking out."

"Yeah, you're right.  Hmm.  What'd you think we should do about
that?"

In between talking Richard had continued to kiss her shoulder and
back.  That felt nice but now that she was waking up properly,
what she really wanted was to feel his lips on hers.  Lifting his
hand off her boob she did a quick turn so she was facing him. 
Her lips quickly found his and her hand reached between them to
find his cock, which she started stroking.

"Mmm.  Well, I think that maybe I should take care of this.  Get
it to go down."

"With your hand?"

"If you like."

She started wriggling her way down the bed, kissing his neck and
chest on her way.

"Or maybe my mouth?  That is if you like my mouth ... on your
cock?"

"Oh fuck, I love your mouth on my cock!  But what about you?"

By now her lips were at his stomach.  She stopped kissing him,
flicking her hair to one side as she looked up.

"Me?  Well I don't have one.  You know, a cock, so I can swim to
the mall, no problems."

She licked all round his belly button.

"Of course.  So you don't need me to do anything for you."

"Um, I guess not."

He shivered as she licked in his belly button.

"You sure?  Cause you don't sound a hundred percent sure."

"Well ... what'd you think you could you do?"

By now she was poised over his cock, one hand still stroking it,
her parted lips ready to engulf him.

"Well, if you want, I guess I could, um, eat you.  Eat your
pussy?"

He was staring into her eyes as he said it and instantly her grip
on his cock tightened, as a tiny tremor went through her body. 
For a moment she didn't say or do anything but then her body was
moving, swivelling around, one leg going over him till they were
in a classic sixty nine position.

As she started squirming her tits against his stomach making
herself comfortable an image of what they must look like sprang
into her mind.  Sexy and very hot with her knees on either side
of his head, her pussy only inches from his face.  She'd been
planning on giving him a quick morning blowjob but now as she
stared down at his cock and balls, waiting for him to start
eating her pussy, she decided she was going to take her time and
give him a really long one while he ate her pussy.  Maybe even
time it so they came together!

Then a wave of panic washed through her.  The other times he'd
gone down on her, it had been just that.  She was lying down and
he'd 'gone down' on her.  This time she was almost pushing her
pussy into his face, as if she was making him eat her, and he
might not like that.  He'd probably hate it, having her almost
smother him like this.  Shit!  She could feel him moving, his
hands on her knees, starting to push her.  He was going to push
her off, she knew it!  She was going to be in trouble!

"Ohh!  Oh yeah!"

He hadn't pushed her off.  He'd pushed her knees out, meaning her
pussy was lowered, meaning his mouth was on her pussy!  His
tongue!  Licking from the top of her mound, over her clit,
through her pussy, across her arsehole!  It was such an amazing
feeling!  So much better than her fingers, than his fingers.

"God I love the taste of your pussy!"

She smiled then groaned, tightening her grip on his cock as his
mouth returned to cover her pussy, his tongue pushing into her. 
God, she loved him tasting her pussy!  Loved his tongue pushing
inside her.

"Oh!"

She also loved his tongue licking her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck!"

She was still surprised, shocked even at how much she loved it
when his tongue was on her arsehole, pushing and probing against
it.

"Oh yeah!  Good!"

But she especially loved it when his lips covered her clit, his
tongue stroking and teasing it.  So fucking good!

"Oh fuck!"

Even better when he sucked on her clit!

It would have been so nice to close her eyes and give herself
over to the pleasures of his tongue and his sucking mouth, but
she also had work to do!  She was supposed to be sucking him off
so she carefully slid her mouth over his cock and started
sucking, one hand around the shaft, and the other further down,
cupping his balls.  She quickly found it hard to concentrate
though; hard to give him the really good blowjob she knew she
could give, when he was doing such incredible things to her clit.
 She hoped he wouldn't mind too much if she only half sucked for
a while, because at the moment her focus had to be on her pussy.
Besides, it was his fault if she couldn't concentrate on him so
how could he complain!

Richard wasn't about to complain.  In fact when he felt her mouth
envelope his cock he was glad she didn't suck too hard as he
wanted to focus on her pussy, wanted to focus on her pleasure. 
Well, his pleasure also really because he so totally loved
licking and sucking her here between her beautiful legs.  He
concentrated mostly on her clit, rubbing and flicking his tongue
over the smooth bud because he knew this was guaranteed to get
her off.  Of course he preferred having his tongue as far up her
cunt as he could, gathering her sweet, intoxicating pussy juices
so after a few minutes working her clit he'd leave it to quickly
lick the wrinkled bud of her arsehole before moving down to her
pussy so he could suck out as much of her pussy juice as he
possible.  Then with the sweet taste of her pussy filling his
mouth, he'd return to work some more on her clit.

There was something so incredibly hot and sexy about having her
pussy smothering his face that she knew it wouldn't take long for
her to come.  He was on his fourth trip to her clit when she felt
it starting, the tightening of her muscles and the wonderful
tension building throughout her body.  She eased her mouth off
his cock, worried that she'd bite down on it when she came and
lowered her face to his thigh, kissing and sucking his leg.  At
the same time, she instinctively clamped her legs against his
head, keeping him in position as she ground her hips down,
forcing her pussy against his mouth till she felt his teeth
pressing against her clit.

It was the harsh pleasure of his teeth against her clit that did
it, pushing her over the edge into a great orgasm.  As it struck,
her body arched up and she started bucking against his face,
twisting and turning her hips, rubbing her pussy and especially
her clit all over his face, his nose, his mouth.

"Ahhhhh!  Oh shit yeah!"

As the waves of the orgasm washed through her, her mouth dropped
back to his thigh, searching for something to hold, her teeth
grabbing at his leg.  As she thrashed about, her clit continued
to brush against his nose, his lips, his chin, each brush sending
another jolt through her.  Eventually though the force of the
jolts diminished till with a last shudder it was over and she
collapsed on top of him totally drained and totally satisfied.

"Oh ... wow ... that was ... felt ... I mean, it was ... wow!"

Finally she managed to lift her head from his leg.  The first
thing she saw were the tiny indentations left by her teeth.

"Oh god!  I bit you!  Sorry!  I'm sorry Rich."

She started raining little kisses on the teeth marks she'd made
on his thigh.

"I'll kiss it better.  Sorry!  Kiss, kiss kiss!"

"It's okay ... as long as there's no blood.  There isn't is
there?  Blood?"

"Oh um, let me see.  Blood?"

She slowly licked across his thigh.

"Nope, can't taste any!  Oh shit!"

"What?"

She turned her head to the side, staring at his cock, only inches
from her face.  She was still holding it and she angled the hard
shaft down till the head was pointing at her face.

"I was meant to, you know, I was going to suck you and I ... well
you know, when you ..."

"Hey, that's okay."

It was kind of strange lying like this, her cheek on his thigh,
his cock so close she was almost cross-eyed looking at it.  The
big head with its cute eye in the middle seemed to be staring at
her.  Almost like it was a person.

"No.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry Mr Cock.  I really was going to suck
you but I was scared that I'd bite you.  What?  Oh no, not on
purpose, but when he, well you know, licked me and I came?  You
see where I bit him?"

She lifted her head from his thigh for a moment, angling his cock
down further, 'showing' it where her teeth marks were still
visible.

"You understand?"

She nodded his cock up and down, answering a yes.

"Good."

At first Richard was a little freaked when he realised she was
talking to his cock but the freaky feelings were quickly replaced
by 'being so turned on he thought he might come without her even
having to suck him' feelings!

"You'd like me to what?  Lock you up?"

She moved his cock from side to side.

"No?  Lack?"

Another side to side move.

"Luck?"

A more vigorous side to side move.

"No?  Oh, lick!  Lick you up and down!  Okay Mr Cock, if you'd
like that, then it would be my pleasure to lick you.  After what
he just did, you definitely deserve it."

She lifted his cock up and leaning in, started licking from the
base to the top, taking extra care with the swollen head,
swirling her tongue around it before licking down the other side.
 She spent a couple of minutes covering him with her spit dimly
aware that he was moaning and that his grip on her thighs had
tightened before she leant back and tilted his cock down to face
her again.

"You like that Mr Cock?  You loved it did you?  Good.  Thought
you would!  What about the balls, should I lick them too?  No? 
They don't like me licking them?  Hmm, I don't know about that. 
I think you just may be telling a little lie Mr Cock.  Here,
let's see!"

One at a time she took his balls into her mouth and carefully
bathed them in her saliva, gently sucking on them.  At the same
time her hand was stroking his shaft, her thumb rubbing over his
cockhead at the top of each up stroke.  If someone had even
suggested to her a month ago that she's have a guys balls in her
mouth she'd have been totally grossed out but now ... well it
wasn't gross, it was ... sexy?  And fun the way she could roll
them around in their sacks.

By now, Richard felt like he'd entered a strange, surreal heaven.
 His arms were still wrapped around her thighs, her glistening
pussy inches from his face, while she talked to his cock and
balls, licking and sucking them.  This was so way beyond anything
he could have ever imagined!

"Mmmm.  There.  Now Mr Cock, I really think they enjoyed that,
don't you?  Yes, thought you'd agree.  You know I think you were
being a bit greedy earlier, telling me that the balls wouldn't
want me to lick them.  What?  It was because you wanted me to
suck you?  Pardon, what was that, to suck what?  To suck all the
come out of the balls?  Really?  Oh, that's what the balls really
wanted is it?  And you want that too?  I see, you both want that
so I can swallow all the come!  Because you know how much I like
your come?  Well, maybe I do and maybe I don't but you know I'm
really not sure that's the exact reason.  You know what I think?
I think it's really because you like coming, isn't it?  Yes,
thought so!  Well, if that's what you really want, then I guess
that's just what I'll have to do for you and for the balls Mr
Cock.  Are you and the balls ready?"

She nodded his cock up and down - vigorously!

"You sure?"

Even more vigorous nodding ensued.

"Okay, I'll see if I can suck all that come out for you.  Here
goes!"

Closing the gap, she planted a sloppy kiss on the top of his
cock, her tongue, pushing against the hole.  Then her lips parted
as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth.  In the position she
was in she didn't think she'd be able to take him all the way so
she left one hand on his shaft, to stroke and squeeze it while
the other was fondling his balls.  Then with a little moan, she
set to work, sucking and licking the top half of his cock as she
worked her lips up and down the hard shaft.

"Oh fuck yeah!  Good, yeah!"

Her pussy so close, her body covering his, boobs squashed against
him, and now finally, after all that hot talk, her mouth wrapped
around his cock, sucking so hard, so beautifully.  Instinctively
he started fucking his hips up into her mouth with tiny movements
as his hands clenched and unclenched on her thighs.  After all
the crazy, sexy talk he was already close and he wanted to come,
wanted her to suck the come out of him, wanted her to swallow
every last drop.

Janet knew that Richard normally liked her to make it last as
long as possible when she sucked him off but this time, from the
way he was pushing his hips up off the bed, she was pretty sure
he was already close to coming so she sucked harder, jerking her
hand even faster as she willed him to fill her mouth with his
come.  It only took a couple more minutes before his balls
tightened in their sack.  Moments later his body felt like it was
turning to stone underneath her as, with a strangled groan, the
eruption started.

He'd actually tried to hold it back but the pressure was too much
and he let go, pumping spurt after spurt into her amazing,
sucking mouth.  Lifting his head, he buried his face in her pussy
losing himself once again in the unbelievable pleasure of Janet
bringing him to orgasm.

She eased back on the sucking a little, letting his thick come
pool in her mouth.  After the final pulse, she lifted her head
from his cock so she could swirl the come around in her mouth,
tasting it, savouring it.  Normally he could see her when he came
in her mouth and she would quickly swallow his come, but this way
she could take her time without being embarrassed.  She stared
down at his cock, her hand slowly pumping it.  It was glistening
with her saliva, still hard, sort of proud looking, the head a
fierce red.  As she watched, her pumping hand forced a final drop
of come out of the eye.  She bent down and licked it off, adding
it to the creamy come still pooled in her mouth.  Then with a
tiny moan, she swallowed.

"Mmmm.  Well Mr Cock, hope you and the balls are happy.  You are?
 That's good.  Yes, I swallowed every drop.  Now, if you'd like
to go down, maybe Richard and I can get dressed so we can go out?
 Oh, okay, well if you need a little time, that's okay but try
not to take too long!  Ahhh!"

Richard had thrown her off and before she could react he's spun
around and was now on top of her, his body pinning her to the
bed, Mr Cock now trapped between them.  For a couple of moments
he stared into her eyes, then his lips locked onto hers, his
tongue pushing into her mouth.  His arms burrowed underneath her
as hers wrapped around his back and her legs locked around his. 
As they kissed, she wondered if he could taste his come because
she could certainly taste her pussy.

As they kissed they were both thinking what a great way this was
to start the day.

After their morning oral, Janet headed over to her place to have
a quick shower and get dressed before meeting Richard back at his
house so they could go out.  She almost missed the postcard with
the picture of the Eiffel Tower on the front.  It was lying on
the hall table.  It was from Marcia.

'Hey Janeto, Haveing greatest time.  Heaps to tell.  Hope your
not to bored. c u soon. M.'

Didn't say anything important but it didn't need to.  Those few
words were enough to bring Janet thudding back to reality. 
Marcia would be home in three weeks and everything would be a
total mess.  No, everything was a total mess!  She was Richard's
sex slave even if they were starting to act like they were like
dating.  They weren't.  They couldn't!

This morning, what had she been thinking?  She'd talked to his
penis.  Mr Cock?  She'd had a conversation with his cock!

"Stop it!"

She slapped her hand over her mouth.  No one was home to hear her
exclamation but still ...

She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror and she was
smiling.  Smiling at the memory of talking to his cock when
surely she should have been crying or screaming, anything but
smiling as though she'd enjoyed it.

She'd known from the start of this nightmare that she had to do
something but hadn't known what.  Now she was determined to come
up with some way to deal with the horror story that her life had
obviously become.

By the time they'd been to the mall and come back home she had a
plan worked out that she nicknamed Invisible Disobedience.  She
knew she had to do everything he said, had to make him believe
that she was enjoying what he did but anytime she could trick him
without him knowing, she would.  It was simple, but she figured
she could make it work.

Once she put her mind to it she quickly found ways to put her
plan into action.  The first opportunity came when she pretended
to call her mom.  While Michael was watching and listening to
her, she had a bogus conversation where her mom supposedly told
her she had to come home that night.  Over the next couple of
days she managed to: have a headache so they couldn't have sex
although she made sure that the headache only came on after he'd
gone down on her; be late a couple of times; pretend not to hear
him whenever he called her from another room; spit out his come
although she only did that once because afterwards she sort of
regretted it because she'd sort of come to like the taste; and a
few other little things like that.

It wasn't much but it was better than nothing and she was
confident Richard didn't know what she was doing.  He hadn't
punished her for days, hadn't even made her write stuff down in
the book.  In fact he'd stopped all the stupid stuff like making
her take her clothes off when she came over and calling him
master.  She couldn't remember the last time that he'd called her
slave or said anything nasty to her, certainly not since they'd
been down to Huckleberry Hill.  In fact if it weren't that he'd
forced her to be his slave, everything would probably be okay. 
More than okay.  If it weren't that she was his slave, she'd be
really enjoying spending her time with him.

It took Richard a few days to realise something was wrong.  It
wasn't until the second time that Mrs Sheen told Janet she had to
come home for the evening that Richard worked it out.  Not at
first though.  It was only after Janet had gone home that he
started to wonder.  Something seemed wrong, out of place, but it
took him ages to puzzle out what it was.  Finally it hit him that
their phone conversation sounded wrong.  It had been really short
and he kept replaying Janet's side of the conversation in his
mind, trying to pick out what was wrong with the conversation.

"Hi mom ... really ... ok ... see you."

It couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds and she hadn't said
anything weird.  Finally however it hit him.  It wasn't Janet it
was Mrs Sheen.  After the call Janet had told him that her mother
wanted to talk to her about some stuff, her dad had been
complaining about never seeing her and that her parents might
have some friends coming over who'd want to see Janet.  Her
mother had supposedly said all that in ten seconds?  Impossible.
But why would Janet lie.  If her mom wanted her to come home then
... shit unless she wasn't really talking to her mom.

He ran to the phone, hit redial and heard someone telling him
what the weather was going to be sunny tomorrow, information that
definitely didn't make him feel sunny.  Made him feel the
opposite in fact.  He felt like he'd been sucker punched.  It
wasn't so much that she'd lied but that she'd lied to try to
trick him.  Half a dozen times over the last few days he'd almost
told her he loved her, almost made a total fool of himself which
is exactly what she was doing, making a total fool of him.

Then it became worse as he realised that if she'd lied about
tonight, then maybe she'd lied the other times she said she had
to go home, maybe she'd even lied about other things?  At first
he couldn't think of anything but then little things that he'd
ignored at the time started to seem more important.  Like her
being late, not hearing him when he called her and even saying
she had a headache, maybe that was a lie.

Not that the details really mattered.  All that mattered was that
she was treating him like shit and he fucking deserved it for
letting his guard down, for letting his feelings get in the way
of what he'd set out to do in the first place.  Pay her back;
make her his slave.  Well she was still his slave, just that he'd
stopped treating her like it, stopped treating her like the lying
cheat who hated him and started treating her like the girl he
wanted her to be.  No, that wasn't true ... well maybe it was but
it didn't matter anymore.

He was going to have to punish her for this, really punish her. 
Make her fill in her punishment book again, make her a slave
again and this time he wouldn't let her fool him, wouldn't be ...
a wimp, that's it.  He'd have sex with her but none of the
bullshit treating her like she was his girlfriend because as if!
That was pretty obvious now and what a fucking idiot he was to
have ever thought that she liked him let alone might be
interested in him.  In fact he wouldn't 'have sex with her', no,
he'd use her for sex!  That was it.  He'd fuck her whenever and
however he wanted to.

She might have made a fool of him but now he'd really make her
pay.

As Janet headed over to Rick's place the next morning she did her
best to dawdle.  She'd told him she'd be there at nine so as part
of her 'invisible disobedience' plan she didn't want to get there
till at least ten past.  Only trouble was she actually wanted to
get there on time or even earlier because last night had been so
boring.  Except for some next surfing that is and she now wanted
to tell him about a couple of the things she'd found on the net.

When she got home there was a note from her parents saying they'd
be out late so she'd made herself a boring dinner, watched some
boring television then read a boring magazine.  Finally she went
up to her room and surfed the net for a while.  Mostly boring
although it did lead to a masturbation session as she surfed
through some sex position sites, but masturbation was nowhere
near as exciting as sex with Richard.  By the time she was in bed
staring at the ceiling, her latest act of 'invisible
disobedience', telling him she had to spend the night at home had
seemed to be a very dumb idea.  Especially after the great time
they'd had yesterday afternoon, which was why she'd been net
surfing, looking up different positions.  If it weren't that
she'd committed herself to tricking him whenever she could she
would have been with him yesterday evening having fun.

Fun.  That's exactly what they had yesterday, fun sex.  It
started when they were getting ready to head into town to see a
movie.  They'd finished showering, which had been very nice cause
it had been his turn to wash her, and she was standing naked in
front of the mirror putting on a bit of lipstick.  She was
leaning in to the mirror, which pushed her butt out and
predictably his hands started fondling her behind.  Through the
mirror she could see him 'leering' at her.

"Hmm.  Richard, what are you doing?"

"Well you see your very sexy bum was sort of poking out at me,
begging me to touch it."

"Right.  Well, not sure about that.  Nah, I don't think it was
begging.  Mmmm!"

He'd dragged his nails across her bum and down her thighs. 
Unconsciously she arched her back, pushing her butt out even more
as goose bumps broke out over her body.

"Then again, maybe it was and I wasn't like listening hard
enough?  Oh!"

He'd brought a hand up between her legs, cupping her pussy,
pushing into her mound.  She'd tried unsuccessfully to
concentrate on her lipstick.

"Yep it did.  Not only your butt either.  Your pussy was talking
to me too.  I heard it asking me to touch it and to do this."

"Oh shit."

The lipstick had fallen from her fingers as his middle finger
spread her pussy lips and slipped easily into her cunt.  Her
hands came down to grip the edge of the basin.

"Oh.  It asked you to do that, did it?  Funny, I thought we were
going out ... to a movie."

"Yeah, me to."

"Mmmm.  Hard to get ready when you're ... when you're fingering
my cunt like that.  Oh, yeah!"

"Oh, okay.  So you think I should stop."

"No!  Yes?  Um, I don't know?  Oh, yeah.  I mean yes, I mean of
course you should stop.  Cause going to the movie, that's ...
ohh, yeah ... I mean that's really, really important, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it'd be like real terrible if we didn't go to the movie,
wouldn't it?"

By then his finger was slipping in and out of her cunt, and the
sensation was, as always, very nice.  She'd reached back with her
right hand, searching for his cock.

"Oh no!"

"What?"

"Your cock!"

"What?"

"It's hard!  Oh, yeah, that's ... that's good, so good!"

He'd withdrawn his finger from her cunt and was now vibrating it
over her clit.

"What's wrong with my cock being hard?  Like that's not exactly
unusual really!"

It sure wasn't unusual from what she'd seen!  Anyway, she liked
his cock being hard, liked holding it, moving her hand over the
skin that covered the steel like inside which is what she'd
started doing, moving her hand up and down, slowly jerking him
off.

"No, no, but, well it's obvious isn't it?  Like if it's hard you
won't be able to put your pants on.  And if you can't put your
pants on we can't go out can we?  So you know unless we find a
way to make you cock soft and squishy we can't go to the movies
can we?"

"Shit you're right.  Why didn't I think of that?  So, um, any
idea how can we make it soft?  And squishy?  Squishy?"

"Um, how about cold water?  We could pour water on it.  You know,
icy cold?  Like super freezing cold ice block type of water?"

"Right, let me think about that.  Yeah, you know that might work,
but ... nope!  Anything else?"

"What if I squeezed these?"

"Don't you ... that would be a very bad idea.  Very bad!"

"Oh, okay.  Kinda didn't think you'd like that.  Oh, shit yeah!"

He'd returned to her cunt, this time with two fingers.

"So, no more ideas?  Nothing else you can think of to help my
cock go down?"

"Hey, what about if I kept doing this, you know, up and down on
your cock then just maybe it might come all over me, all over my
bum.  Then it might go down?"

"Yeah, that'd probably work but ... I don't know.  Just thought
there might be something else that'd work even better."

"You know you're right, how could I have forgotten!  How about
this, instead of having your fingers in there, you could put your
cock in my cunt.  That sometimes works doesn't it?"

While his free hand had pushed down on the small of her back, his
other hand left her pussy and moved her hand off his cock.  Then
she'd felt him positioning himself at the mouth of her cunt.

"You know that sounds like it's worth a try.  If I put my cock in
your cunt and sort of push it back and forward a few times, that
might just work.  I'm willing to give it a go.  Hey, what's
wrong?"

She'd twisted to the side, dislodging him.

"What about the movie?  Are you sure?  We'll miss it!!!"

"Oh shit yeah, you're right.  Although you know we could always
go to another session."

He'd guided her hips back into position and moved his cock back
to her pussy.  She loved that, the moment she felt his cockhead
against the entrance to her cunt.  Loved feeling it there,
knowing that soon it would be inside her, filling her, bringing
her the delicious sensations and pleasures she was rapidly
becoming addicted to.

"Really?  You mean it'll be on again?  Wow.  So we can fuck and
see the mov ... oh.  Oh, god.  Oh yeah, so full!"

"Oh fuck!  Oh god I love it, love being inside you.  Feels so
fucking good."

When he'd entered her he'd easily fucked all the way into her wet
cunt till she'd felt his stomach pressing against her bum.  Then,
as he slowly started moving in and out, she'd watched in the
mirror as he brought his hands around to her tits.  He'd cupped
each boob underneath and played with her nipples with thumb and
forefinger, rotating back and forth, tickling them, sending
ripples of pleasure radiating out from her nipples through her
breasts.

"Anyway, this is like a hundred thousand times better than any
movie."

"Hmmm.  What?  Oh, yeah, much, much, much better."

Since they'd started having sex she'd quickly come to like ...
no, love it when he fucked her from behind.  She found it really
freeing, cause she didn't have to do anything, had no
responsibility.  All she had to do in that position was enjoy
which was exactly what she did as his cock moved in and out of
her pussy.  Before long she knew she'd bring her fingers down to
her clit so she could play with it but for now it was enough to
savour the fabulous feeling of being filled by his wonderful
cock.

She'd discovered that it was also really nice watching him in the
mirror.  When he pushed in, there was a look of intense
concentration on his face followed by an almost blissful, relaxed
look as he pulled back.  Concentrate.   Relax.  Concentrate. 
Relax.  Doing it in the bathroom in front of the mirror had some
definite advantages.

"Bathroom."

"What?"

She hadn't realised she'd spoken out loud.

"Oh, um, bathroom ... we're like having sex in the bathroom!"

"Oh, yeah.  A bathroom fuck."

"Yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Um, I mean like I've never, you know ...
fucked in a bathroom."

He'd stopped moving, leaving his cock buried inside her as he'd
leant down and kissed her on the shoulder.

"Guess what?  Me neither.  You know there are lots of place I ...
we haven't had sex in."

As he'd started moving again she'd given in to temptation and
brought her hand down so she could play with her clit.

"Umm, that's so nice.  Dining room."

"Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Hey, what are you doing down there?  Um,
laundry."

"Laundry?  Me?  Just helping things along a little!  Okay, um,
attic."

"Toilet?"

"Study."

"Hall."

"Stairs!"

It had happened simultaneously.  They'd stopped moving and looked
into each other's eyes.  Then as he moved back, his cock slipping
out of her, she'd turned around to face him, one hand reaching
down to hold his slippery, wet cock as they spoke together.

"Let's do it."

Then they'd laughed, kissed, laughed some more and kissed again.
During all this she'd kept playing with his cock, stoking it with
one hand while she played with his balls with the other.  His
hands weren't idle either, cupping her boobs, his fingers
tweaking her nipples.

"Where first?"

"Toilet."

"Yeah?  Okay.  And ... and each one has to be different!"

"What?  Oh, yeah.  Like different position?"

"Uh-huh."

"Come on."

He'd grabbed her hand and they practically ran into the hall and
then into the toilet.  Once inside though they'd stopped, both
obviously uncertain about how to do it.  There was no way there'd
be enough space for them to do it on the floor but then Richard
sat on the toilet and beckoned.

"Come on.  Climb on.  No, facing me."

He'd looked so funny, sitting on the toilet with his cock
pointing up that she couldn't help giggling as she straddled his
legs.

"What?"

"Well, shouldn't it point down?  You know, when you're on the
toilet?  So you can go?  Well?"

He'd held her by the hips, lifting her up as he pulled her
forward, poised over his cock.

"Not if I want to do this!"

He'd pulled her down, presumably intending to impale her on his
cock, but he'd miscalculated and his cock bent over, sliding
along her slit.  She'd really lost it, laughing uncontrollably
and he'd soon joined her.  She held her sides trying to stop the
laughter then fell against him, her head buried in his shoulder,
her arms around his neck, his around her waist.  Finally their
laughter subsided.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she'd searched for and
quickly found his lips.  What started as a simple kiss soon
became a hungry tongue duel as they explored each other's mouths
for several minutes.  When she broke the kiss, his eyes were
cloudy, filled with lust and she'd figured hers probably looked
the same.  She'd carefully lifted herself a foot up off his lap
at the same time reaching down between them, finding his hard
cock.  She'd moved the bulbous head through her slit a few times,
moaning each time she brushed it over her clit, and then she'd
positioned it at her hole as she'd stared into his eyes.

"I think this is what you wanted to do."

Then, unable to stifle a whimper, she'd settled down, his cock
spreading her apart, sinking all the way in till she was sitting
on his lap again.

"Oh yeah!  That's it.  That is so what I wanted to do. 
Beautiful!"

Their lips met once again as she'd set up a slow rhythm.  Since
the picnic when she'd first properly experienced being on top,
she'd discovered that she really loved this position.  Although
he sometimes tried to control the speed, mostly she was in
control and that was so cool.  It wasn't long before she picked
up the pace and it became too hard to keep their lips together so
they'd just held each other.

It was then that it had really struck home where she was and what
she was doing.  Fucking in the toilet!  She was staring at the
toilet cistern!  She knew she probably should have been grossed
out but she wasn't.  Instead she was strangely turned on.  She'd
brought a hand down between them and started playing with her
swollen clitoris as she started thinking of all the other places
and positions ahead of them.  This of course had only only served
to turn her on even more.

"Hey, I just realised.  You can't come."

"What?"

"Until the last room, you can't come.  Oh!  Cause your cock has
to stay hard.  Oh, yeah, just like it is now!"

"Then you can't come either!"

His hands had grabbed her hips and he'd held her down, stopping
her from fucking him.  However he couldn't stop her rocking her
hips on his cock or stop her fingers working on her clitoris.

"Yeah.  Oh, shit!  Yeah, I can.  Cause I can ... Oh! ... I can
come more than once."

"No, hey, that's not fair."

"No, it's in the rules.  Girls can come as ... oh ... come as
much as they want.  Oh fuck.  But, um, guys, only at the end."

"What friggin rules?"

"Oh shit ... the ones ... yes, yes ... the ones I just made up
... Ahhhhh!"

And she'd come, her pussy clamping down on his cock and her legs
shaking as she held him against her, digging the nails on her
free hand into his back.  At the same time he'd let go of her
hips and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight for the
next couple of minutes as her orgasm rocked through her body.

"Wow, that's so amazing."

"Yeah, sure is."

"No, I mean when you come.  Your pussy squeezes my cock and like
does things to it.  Fucking amazing.  I thought I was going to
come too for a sec."

"Don't you dare!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Guys can't come.  Not till the end.  Well
you just tell your pussy to be careful."

Most times she felt totally relaxed after she came, but
occasionally it left her feeling even more buzzed and luckily
that was one of those times.  She'd leant back so she could look
at him.

"Ok.  I'll tell it not to squeeze?"

"No way!  I love the squeeze!"

"Oh, okay, maybe a half squeeze then?  Like this?"

"Oh shit!  Yeah like that!"

She'd tightened and then immediately released her muscles down
there, getting a real buzz out of his obvious enjoyment.

"Come on, next stop."

She'd reluctantly climbed off his lap, eliciting a moan from him
as his still hard cock slipped out of her. Taking his hand she'd
dragged him out of the toilet, eager to try another position,
another place.  They spoke in unison.

"Hall."

"You choose the position this time."

She'd already known the position she wanted to try next and she'd
reached up to kiss him before she lay down on the floor.  She'd
given him what she hoped was a sexy look as she'd lifted her legs
up and over till her feet were alongside her head and she could
hold her ankles.  She had felt so hot, spreading herself like
that for him, holding herself open like that.  When she spoke her
voice had sounded strange in her own ears, husky, deeper than
normal.

"How about position number ninety six?"

For a moment he'd just looked at her, his eyes moving over her
doubled up body and for the briefest second she thought she might
have gone too far but then he was moving, joining her on the
ground, supporting his body with one hand, while his other
positioned his cock, his knuckles brushing her pussy lips in the
process.

"You sure this is ninety six?  I thought it was ninety four."

"No, I think ninety four is the one where you have to stand on
your hands and I have to ... oh god!"

He'd let his body drop onto hers, and this time his aim was true.
 His cock ploughed in to the hilt, driving the air out of her
lungs.  In this position she was pretty sure his cock was as deep
as it could possibly be and it had felt like it must be in her
stomach.  So full!

He hadn't wasted time on preliminaries or subtly, moving in and
out of her like a jackhammer.  He'd fucked her like that for five
or six minutes, his hips working furiously as she kept her grip
on her ankles, holding her legs down.  It had been so good, so
deep and each time he bottomed out he'd crushed her clit, sending
an extra jolt of pleasure through her.  They'd stared into each
other's eyes the only sound their grunting, until finally he'd
started muttering.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck.  Feels so fucking ... so close."

She'd let go of her ankles and slapped him on the shoulders.

"No, no.  Not yet.  Richard!  No, stop!  Slow down."

"What?  No!  Oh shit ... okay.  Shit ... okay.  Slowing. 
Slowing.  Stopping.  Stopped!"

She'd let her legs unfold as he'd collapsed on top of her.

"Sorry.  You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.  Just don't move for a bit otherwise I might just
come anyway."

His weight had been crushing her into the floor but she didn't
really mind, not for a while anyway.  She'd caressed his back and
shoulders as his breathing had slowly returned to normal. 
Finally, just as he'd been starting to really feel heavy, he'd
given her a quick kiss and rolled off, his still hard cock
slipping out of her pussy with a plop.  She'd been realising the
last couple of days how much she hated that, the moment of
emptiness when his cock left her but she knew it would soon be
back, hopefully pushing her to another orgasm.

"Oh wow!  That was so close.  You know what, I hate your rules!"

"Yeah but think how great it'll be the last time, when you can
come."

"If I survive that long."

"Then we'd better hurry.  Come on."

Standing, she'd offered her hand to help him up.

"Where now?"

"Um, downstairs?"

"Ok.  How about the laundry?"

"What?  Yeah okay, I guess it's a room.  I know, maybe if you
crawled into the dryer, I could ... ouch!"

She'd playfully punched him on the arm.

"I don't think so.  Unless you want to get in the washing
machine!  We'll find somewhere."

And they had.  There was a big cane basket that Mrs. Marks used
for storing sheets and blankets.  Janet sat on it, her bum almost
hanging over the front, feet up on the edge of the basket, her
hands behind her on the lid as Richard stood in front of her. 
They'd giggled their way through two minutes of creaking cane and
stray pieces of cane digging into her bum and his knees before
they'd abandoned the laundry.

Next destination had been the kitchen.  As they stood hand in
hand in the doorway, she hadn't been sure what Richard was
thinking but all she could think about was the other time they'd
had sex in the kitchen.  He'd tied her down on the table before
he ate her pussy for the very first time, making her come and
come like crazy.  Then he'd fucked her on the table.  She knew
she had a choice, she could either let the memory affect her
negatively, focusing on the fact that she'd been tied down, or
she could use the memory positively.  She could focus on how good
the sex had been, lying on the table.

Letting go of his hand she'd gone over to the table, carefully
cleared off the plates and cups and lain down, positioning
herself just like he'd positioned her that day.  The only
difference was that this time there were no ropes, cuffs or
blindfold.

Once in position she'd closed her eyes and waited but he hadn't
moved.  She'd immediately started to worry that she'd made a
mistake and her imagination went into overtime.  She'd started to
worry that he was thinking she was having a go at him, sending
him up, and she'd known that if he did think that, he'd be angry
with her.  She'd been about to open her eyes and apologise when
she'd heard movement.  There was a scraping noise and she'd
jumped as his hands touched her thighs near her knees.  Relief. 
His hands had been gentle so she'd assumed he wasn't angry. 
She'd heard more scraping as she'd waited for him to enter her,
waited for his cock.

"Oh!"

It had been his mouth!  His mouth had covered her clit, sucking
it, his tongue flicking over it.  Beautiful!

"Mmmm.  That's nice.  Is that allowed though?"

"Yep."

"Good."

Kiss  "Rule"  lick  "seven."  kiss  "Any"  lick  "time"  kiss 
"I"  kiss  "see"  kiss  "your"  slow lick  "beautiful"  long suck
 "hot"  lick  "wet"  kiss  "beautiful"  lick.

"You've already said beautiful!"

"very"  suck  "beautiful"  very long suck  "pussy"  lick 
"spread"  kiss  "out"  lick  "on"  kiss  "the"  lick  "kitchen" 
suck  "table"  kiss  "I"  kiss  "can"  suck  "eat"  lick  "it."

"Oh fuck!"

Her eyes had flown open.  His cock had entered her!  All the
way!!  It had happened so suddenly she still didn't know how he'd
managed to go from licking her to getting his cock all the way
inside her, his hips pressing into her thighs but he had and it
had been great!  He'd smiled at her, his lips and chin wet with
her juice, which had looked so good; he'd looked so good, so
incredibly sexy.  She'd smiled back at him and then he'd started
moving his hips, working his cock in and out of her pussy as he'd
made a show of licking his lips.

"Tasty!  You're very tasty.  Oh fuck, and so fucking tight!"

"Hey, don't you come!  Oh!"

He'd started playing his fingers over her clit.

"Nah, I won't.  After you stopped me upstairs, I think I can go a
lot longer now before I come.  However I reckon you might be in
danger of coming again, specially if I keep playing with this."

"You think?  Maybe.  Oh yeah, you could be right.  Oh shit yeah.
Keep ... yeah, like that!"

She'd allowed her eyes to drift shut so she could concentrate on
the sensations of his cock moving in and out, massaging her
pussy, and his finger swirling round and round, massaging her
swollen clit.  It hadn't taken long for the combination of his
cock, his finger and their location to become too much.

"Oh yes, yes Richard!  Now!  Oh god, oh fuck!"

That time however as the waves of another glorious orgasm had
washed over her she wasn't restrained and she'd sat up, wrapping
her legs around his thighs as her arms wrapped around his back,
holding him tight as she'd moaned and cried out in pleasure.

She'd have been happy to stay wrapped in his arms for a few
minutes, but as the last spasms had rippled through her body,
he'd untangled her legs and arms from around his body, eased his
cock out and pulled her off the table.

"Come on, no slacking off."

"What?  No, just give me a ..."

"No, we've got work to do, places to be, positions to explore!"

"Bastard!"

"Hey, don't go cussin' me honey bun.  Youse the one who made them
rules, member!"

"New rule!  Any time you use such a terrible accent, whatever it
was, you owe me another come!"

"Hey, Ise likies dis rool.  Les see if dis works for youse to
comes again."

By then they were in the family room and Richard had led her to
the far wall where he'd spun her around till she had her back
against the wall.  He'd pushed her feet apart, then bent down and
slipped his hands under her knees.  As he'd lifted her off the
floor and pushed her back up against the wall she'd instinctively
put her arms around his neck.  He'd fumbled a bit but eventually
his cock had found it's mark and he was inside her again, fucking
her up against the wall.

She'd still been recovering from her orgasm in the kitchen and
had felt like a rag doll as he'd pumped his hips, slamming her
bum into the wall with each thrust.  It had been rough and ready,
and it had been great.

It had only taken a few minutes though till he couldn't hold her
up any longer and he'd let her down, his cock slipping out as her
feet touched the floor.  She'd given him a quick kiss.

"Wow ... that was different!"

"Yeah ..."

It might have been short but it still had been a good few minutes
and because he was doing most of the work she'd been able to get
her breath back.

"No, I mean like that was way cool.  Attic!"

She'd taken his hand and started leading him to the door.

"Yeah ... what?"

"The attic, that's next, the attic.  Come on."

"The attic?  But it's way up ... like give me a few seconds will
you?"

"Nope, sorry, can't wait.  Remember?  Place to go?"

"Please, you have no idea how tough that ..."

"Hey, careful buddy.  You say one word about me being heavy and
you'll be like in big trouble.  Come on, move it.  I promise
you'll love the next position."

The attic was a normal junk space with boxes, suitcases and all
sorts of broken things.  There was also a massive toy train set
that Richard's dad had started buying for him on his first
birthday.  By the time Richard was five and able to start really
appreciating the set, meaning Mr Marks would actually let him
touch it, the board was about fifteen feet square and took up one
whole corner of the attic.

Richard, Janet and Kelly had spent lots of time playing up there
when they were younger so she'd known exactly where they could
have their next session but first she'd decided to have some
extra fun.  She wanted to mess with his head a little like she
and Kel had done so often when they were kids so she'd led him
over to the board.

"Okay, get up on the board, time for a train fuck!  I guess you
could say I'm going to 'pull a train'!"

She'd done her best to keep a straight face but the look of
horror on his face had been too much and she'd burst out
laughing.

"Sorry, joking.  I didn't mean on here."

"No, I couldn't.  We'd break things."

"Yeah I know."

"No, I mean really, we can't, not on the board.  If he ever found
out Dad would be so pissed!"

"Yes, I was joking."

"Really, we can't."

He'd always panicked like this, which had made it so easy for her
and Kel to tease him when they were kids.

"Richard, shut up!"

"What?"

"Listen, I was joking!  Joking, okay?"

"What?  Oh, yeah, of course.  Joking!  So, Miss Joker, where
then.  You're the one who dragged us all the way up here."

There were two waist high beams that ran across the attic and,
after giving him her 'just you wait' look, she'd taken him over
to the first beam.  Because you had to climb over or under it to
get to the other part of the room, years ago Mrs Marks had
wrapped foam around it so people wouldn't get splinters.  Janet
stopped with the beam against her stomach then, spreading her
legs, she'd bent over till she was able to look back between her
legs as she clasped her ankles.

"How about here?  Think this will work?"

She'd actually been really nervous leading him over to the beam
but it was only now that she'd worked out why.  The other
positions she'd suggested had all been sort of normal, or at
least positions they'd used before.  Bending over the beam had
been way different and she was nervous because he might have
thought it was dumb, he might have even laughed at her for doing
it.  Of course he didn't but at the time, as she watched his feet
getting closer she was still unsure.  Then she'd known it was
okay as she'd felt his hands on her butt, caressing her for a few
seconds before he'd gripped her, pulling her butt cheeks apart.

"Oh, fuck!"

He'd rammed his cock into her, once more filling her completely
in one thrust, totally convincing her that this was okay!

"There, that'll teach you to scare me like that!"

"Reckon?  If this is what you're going to do every time I scare
you ... get ready to be like permanently scared!  Terrified
even!"

His cock had left her completely then rammed into her again,
once, twice, thrice.

"Of fuck yeah!  Love it.  Love ... being in you!"

"Oh yeah, me too.  Good, feels so good."

She'd closed her eyes, letting her body totally relax as she'd
hung over the beam, focusing entirely on the cock sawing in and
out of her pussy.  After the first few thrusts, he'd stopped
slamming into her, and settled into a steady, strong rhythm. 
Each time his cock entered her, she'd felt the fat head, opening
her up, then when it was fully inside and she felt his wiry pubic
hair against her pussy lips, she'd gently squeezed, enjoying
hearing his moans as he'd dragged his cock back out.

In this position there'd been very little contact with her clit
and she'd known another orgasm would be a long way off but she
hadn't minded.  She'd already come a couple of times by then and
it had been enough to enjoy the feeling of fullness, of
completeness his cock gave her.

After about ten minutes, Richard had slowed down, finally
stopping with his cock still buried inside her.  He'd scooped his
arms around her and taken a step back as he'd lifted her up. 
With her back against his chest, he'd started nuzzling her neck
as his hands covered her boobs, his fingers tweaking her hard
nipples.  Eyes still closed, she'd moaned as she'd reached back
and grasped his butt cheeks.

"Hmm.  That was good."

"Yep.  It's all good being with ... being in you.  And you know,
I figure we've still got seven more places."

"What?"

"Seven more places we have to do it in.  I was counting them up
while we were, you know, fucking."

"You were what?  Counting them while we were?  So you weren't
thinking about what we ... no, never mind."

"No, no, it's not that.  I am thinking about, but well, sometimes
if I don't want to come, I have to try and think of something
else besides what we're doing cause if I think about, you know,
you and us too much, then, well then I'll probably come."

"Oh.  Okay.  A bit weird maybe but, okay I guess.  Oh yeah,
that's nice!"

He'd held her nipples, pulling them out from her chest till
they'd slipped from his fingers.

"What, this?"

He'd done it a again, that time twisting them as he pulled.

"Yeah, they're like real sensitive now.  Oh yeah!  Umm, but, so,
what do you think about?"

"Hmmm?  Oh, I don't know.  Stuff."

"Like what stuff?  I mean, like baseball and stuff like that?"

"Nope, home run."

"What?  Oh, yeah, I get it.  Football then?"

"Touchdown!"

"How about tennis?"

"Ace."

"What about rocket ships, or maybe guns, or I know, maybe even
fireworks?  Exploding up in the sky!"

"No, no and no.  As if.  Unless you want me to come quickly that
is?"

She'd dug her nails in to his butt.

"No way!  Remember?  We've got seven more places to try out
before you're allowed to come.  I know, think about Miss
Gruesome."

Her name was actually Miss Gruman and she was a History teacher
at their school.  She was very strict, very old and very
intimidating.

"Not if you want me to stay hard!"

They'd both started laughing, which turned to a shared moan as
he'd eased out of her pussy.  His hands had dropped away from her
boobs, and one of his hands had found her hand.

"Come on, we're going back downstairs.  I just had a great idea
for the next one."

"What?"

"Patience!  You'll see."

"But I want to know now ... please.  Please Rich.  Tell me the
great idea."

"Nope, you'll just have to trust me."

"Hmmm ... is it better than position fifty five?"

"Oh, yeah, way better than fifty five."

"Oh well if it's better than fifty five we'd better hurry!"

They'd ended up in his parent's study where he'd had her lie down
on the floor on her back.  Then she had to lift her legs up and
over till she was in the same position they'd used earlier in the
hall with her hands clasping her ankles.  He hadn't stopped there
however.  Next, she'd had to lift up in the air till she was
resting on her neck and shoulders, her body folded in two, her
pussy spread and pointed up at the ceiling.

He'd shuffled forward till he was standing over her with his legs
spread apart, his thighs against her hips.  Trouble was his cock
was pointing the wrong way and she'd started giggling.

"Nope, not going to work Richie.  Oh, oh - unless you like stand
on your hands maybe?"

"Oh yeah, you think so?  Watch."

He'd grasped his cock and started angling it down.  She'd kept
waiting for him to stop, or maybe for it to break but it didn't,
and soon it was pointing directly at her pussy.  Somehow he was
able to make it point down even when it was hard!

"Wow!  I didn't know you could do that.  I thought it'd break if
you ... mmm!  Oh, no, no, it's definitely not broken!"

He'd eased the head of his cock into her pussy and after
adjusting his legs a bit he'd slowly started fucking her.  The
position had been really amazing as the way she'd been scrunched
over meant she'd been really close to her pussy - closer than
she'd ever been when they'd fucked.  She'd watched spellbound as
his cock had moved in and out.  It was the outstroke that was
really incredible.  Each time he lifted up, sliding his cock out,
her pussy stretched out about half an inch almost like it didn't
want to let go, didn't want his cock to leave.

Of course the in stroke had also been pretty incredible.  Because
of their position, his cock had gone all the way up, the head
bumping against the top of her pussy as his balls settled on her
bum.  She'd felt so full, his big cock as far inside her as it
could ever be.

His cock had looked even sexier than normal as it pulled the
entrance to her pussy in and out, the shaft totally wet with her
juices, and she'd have happily let him fuck her like this as long
as he'd wanted but of course it wasn't to be.  All too soon she'd
been able to tell by the way his breathing sped up that he was
getting close again.  She'd been just about to warn him to slow
when he'd done it himself, stopping his thrusts with his cock
still buried in her.

"Even thinking of Miss Gruman won't work this time!  Sorry!  But
this is so hot that I ..."

"Yeah.  Like really hot.  Looks like totally amazing.  Oh no!"

He'd pulled back till his cock popped out of her pussy, bouncing
upright again.  He'd stayed crouched over her though and his
fingers had reaching down to her clit to gently rub it.  His
touch had been so light she'd barely felt it, but it had been
more than enough to send shivers all through her body.

"You want to come again."

"Always.  Yeah, I mean, of course.  But it's okay, you don't have
to.  Maybe next one?"

"You sure?  Cause I like helping you come you know.  I love doing
this.  Watching you."

She was pretty sure she'd started blushing when he'd said that.

"Yeah?  I mean, it's ok.  Oh, yeah!"

"So I should stop?"

"Well, maybe not ... Oh fuck no, don't stop!"

Her own hands had moved to her boobs, fingers tweaking her
nipples as she'd watched his fingers moving over the shiny bud of
her clitoris.  She hadn't been able to stop her almost continuous
moaning as he'd played with her swollen clit.  It hadn't taken
long for another orgasm to build, and she'd cried out as her
fingers squeezed her nipples and his fingers flew over her clit.
Finally he'd stopped but before he'd stepped back and let her
unfold, he'd bent down and kissed her pussy, his tongue licking
through her incredibly wet slit.

"Oh god Richie!"

"Mmmmm.  That was awesome.  And you taste so fucking good!"

She'd moaned as he'd licked her again.

"I could eat you all day ... but ... I not going to, at least not
this time.  Against the rules apparently!  Come one, up you get."

He'd reached down to help her up and once she was on her feet,
she'd taken his face in her hands, kissing him, her tongue
pushing into his mouth as she'd pressed her body against him,
trapping his wet cock against her stomach.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you.  And only six more to go till
you get to, you know, come too.  Next one can be quick and boring
if you like!"

"Never!  Nothing you do, nothing with you is boring.  Besides, I
want to watch you come again and again and again ..."

It hadn't been what he'd said, but more the way he'd said it or
maybe the tone in his voice.  She'd felt a flutter in her stomach
and next thing she knew, her arms were around his neck, her lips
pressed hard against his, her tongue in his mouth as she'd
twisted her lower body against him, rolling his cock between
them.  The kiss had lasted one, two minutes maybe, and then he'd
lifted her up off the floor and, without breaking the kiss he'd
carried her to his parent's room.

His parents had a huge bed and they'd sprawled across it finally
ending up with her lying on top of him.  As they'd kissed, she'd
reached for his cock and eased it back into her pussy.  She'd
loved being on top of him with her boobs pressed against his
chest as they'd slowly fucked.  In this position his cock didn't
get all the way in but that was okay, the feel of his body under
her made up for that.

Because they were fucking really slowly, it was easy to keep
kissing.  At first it had been lip to lip, but after a while they
progressed to kissing each other's chins, cheeks, noses, eyebrows
and ears, ears being her favourite.  When he kissed her ears, she
became so turned on!  Not that she wasn't turned on with
everything else they were doing but when he ran his tongue along
the top of her ear, she'd felt like she was going to explode. 
She even shivered thinking about it now!

She wasn't sure how long they'd stayed in his parent's room but
it must have been longer than the other rooms they'd been in.  To
start with it had been really leisurely and she hadn't thought
she'd come but ever so slowly the pressure had built.  After a
while she'd started pushing down harder, managing to get her clit
rubbing against his pubic hair and pubic bone.  All through this
his hands had been playing over her back, slowly moving further
down till one hand was caressing her butt and the backs of her
thighs.

Every few seconds his hand had slipped between her butt cheeks
and his finger had tickled her arsehole.  As she'd started to get
close, she'd found herself wondering if he was going to do it,
almost willing him to.  Time and again his finger had touched her
there then moved away but finally he'd done it, he'd slipped his
finger into her bum, drilling into her till his knuckles were
pressed against her and that was all it took to push her over the
edge to another beautiful orgasm.  All through it they kept
kissing, and she'd moaned and groaned into his mouth, her hands
holding his face, caressing him.

That one had been a really different orgasm to any other she'd
had so far.  It had been slow and almost gentle, as the waves of
pleasure rolled through her body.

After leisurely making ... having sex in his parent's room,
they'd definitely had a change of pace in the lounge room where
she'd suggested they try it standing up.  She'd stood in front of
the couch facing him with one foot up on the arm of the couch. 
He'd had to crouch down a bit to get inside her, which after much
fumbling from him and occasional giggles from her, he'd finally
managed.  Then on his second thrust, she'd lost her balance, her
foot slipping off the arm of the couch and she'd grabbed him to
stop from falling.  This of course caused him to lose his balance
too and they'd ended in a heap on the floor with Richard worried
that he'd broken his cock.  Of course he hadn't although it had
gone a bit soft for a while.  Once they'd stopped laughing and
she'd stroked his cock back to full hardness, they decided to
move on to the next room.

"How about on the table again?  Maybe if we ..."

"No.  Mom would kill me if we scratched it.  She like loves this
table."

"Scratch it?  Hello?  We're naked Richard.  I don't think we
could really scratch it."

They'd stopped in the doorway leading into the dining room and
she'd been behind him with her body pressed against his, arms
around his waist, her hands toying with the little hairs on his
chest as she looked over his shoulder.  She'd then dragged her
nails over his chest.

"Unless I was using these?  They scratch!"

"Especially when you're coming!  Hey, I know, what about if I lie
on the floor, and you sit on me but like facing the other way?"

"Like away from you?  Umm, okay."

As she'd followed his suggestion she'd tried to work out if his
comment about her scratching him was a good or a bad thing. 
Because if it was bad then she'd have to make sure she never did
it again.  However she'd decided it must be good from the tone of
his voice.  Besides, if it was bad, he'd surely have already
punished her for it.

At first she hadn't liked the position all that much.  It had
felt odd facing away from him, not being able to watch his
reaction as she'd moved up and down on his cock.  Of course when
they did it doggie style she couldn't see his reaction either but
somehow doing it doggie style was different.

Fortunately it hadn't taken long for the pleasure of riding his
cock to overtake her uncertainty about the position.  She'd
allowed her eyes to close as with one hand she'd toyed with her
super sensitive nipples whilst with the other she'd played with
her even more sensitive clit.

His hands hadn't been idle either, constantly moving over her
back and butt, caressing her.  She'd been so caught up in what
her own hands were doing however that she'd only been dimly aware
of his hand moving under her butt.  That was until one of his
fingers penetrated her bum again!

"Oh god!"

"Like that?"

"What?  Oh, yeah, love it!  Oh fuck Richard!  Oh yeah!"

Somehow for the next few minutes he'd managed to keep pace with
her, sliding his finger in and out as she'd rode his cock.  Her
own fingers had become busier with each passing moment twisting
her nipple almost to the point of pain with one hand as she'd
flicked her other fingers rapidly over her clit.

"Oh god.  Ahhh!"

"You going to come again?"

"What?  Yeah I think.  Oh fuck!"

"Good.  I want you to come.  Want to feel you, watch you, coming
again.  I so love you coming."

That had been enough to push her over the edge, hearing him
saying he wanted her to come.  That he loved watching her come.

"Yes, oh god I am ... oh fuck, Richard!  Yeah, more!  Oh yeah, so
fucking ... when you ... love ... Oh fuck yeah!"

At some point he must have taken his finger out of her although
she wasn't sure when that had happened.  But as she'd slowly come
down from her orgasm, she'd realised that he was holding her, his
arms wrapped around her middle, and his lips were moving over her
back, planting little kisses.  She'd reached back, holding him.

"Thank you.  Oh wow, don't know if I can take much more of this!"

"You don't know if you can take much more?  No, I'm the one who
can't take much more!"

"Oh, I know.  Sorry.  Only three more?  We'll make the next two
really quick, okay?"

"Whatever.  I mean, no, I want it to last as long as possible,
well being inside you that is!"

"Hmmm.  Yeah, me too.  So where next?"

"Stairs, guest bedroom then my room."

"Stair?  Really?"

"Well the foyer really, just that I thought the stairs might be
more interesting?  But I guess not, if you don't want to."

"No, no.  Just that they're not really a room are they?  Although
the foyer is I guess.  But the hall wasn't really a room I guess
so why not?  Come on, let's hit the stairs!"

They'd stopped halfway up, neither sure what to do.  Richard had
been the first with a suggestion.

"How about you stand here, with your hands on the steps two up
... no, I couldn't get near enough."

"What if we're like sideways, facing each other like this ...
nope."

"I know, if you lie down on the steps.  Okay, your bum on this
one.  Now spread your legs and put your feet here.  What?"

"The edge of the steps, they're really like digging into my back.
 Not going to work I don't think.  Especially when you get on
me."

"Well there's got to be some way.  Like surely people do it on
the stairs.  They do, like I've seen it."

"What?"

"You know, in pornos, they do it on the stairs sometimes."

"Right.  How then?  Oh, oh, I know, I know.  Here.  You get
behind me.  No, no, right behind on the same one.  Now, hold my
hips.  Okay, you holding?"

"Yeah."

"I mean really holding.  Tight.  Don't let go.  Really, cause I'd
fall for sure.  Now, like squat down if you can and ease forward
and you should be able to ... yeah!  See, we can do it on the
stairs."

She'd ended up standing facing down the stairs, one hand on the
rail, the other braced against the wall.  Richard had squeezed in
behind her on the same tread and managed to get his cock a couple
of inches into her pussy.  He eased back once, pushed in again
and then pulled his cock all the way out.

"Okay, I think that's it for this 'room'.  Come on the guest
room's next."

"Totally.  We are like never having sex on the stairs again!"

"Totally."

He'd practically dragged her up the rest of the stairs, along the
hall and into the guest room.  Only trouble had been that they'd
both apparently run out of inspiration till she'd remembered a
position from the porno she'd watched with Kel and Julie.

"I know, I've got one.  This one is, well, anyway, we'll use the
chair.  You sit down and I'll be on top ... What?"

He'd rolled his eyes and she'd instantly felt the panic, which
was never too far from the surface, well up.

"You're on top again, huh?"

"Oh, no, sorry.  It was just an idea, we don't ..."

"Okay, let's."

"Really, if you don't ... I shouldn't have, I'm really sorry."

"Janet, I don't care.  I was just ..."

"No, we don't have to ..."

His hands had come up to hold her face, and he'd silenced her
with a really tender kiss.

"Janet I want to.  Whatever it is.  I like ... no, I love it when
you're on top ... and I love it when you're on the bottom, love
you on the side, love you everywhere.  You know?  I mean they're
all great.  I was just, you know, like being silly?  Teasing
you?"

She'd relaxed as they'd kissed again.

"So, what's this great new position with you on top?  You said
the chair?"

She'd given him another quick kiss then led him over to the
armchair.

"Okay, you sit down.  Yeah, but I think you need to be further
forward, so you're right on the edge.  Now, sort of lean back. 
Okay, I think that's right."

She'd positioned him so he was slouched in the chair with his
butt right at the edge.  For a moment she'd been mesmerised by
his cock, still so hard, twitching slightly as it pointed up at
the ceiling.  It had looked so good, as if it was patiently
waiting there for her to climb on, waiting till it could give her
more pleasure.  Maybe even another orgasm although she hadn't
been sure if she'd be able to handle too many more!

She'd then turned around and backed up till his legs appeared
between hers and she was positioned directly over his cock. 
Reaching down she'd carefully gripped him, once again marvelling
at how hot and how hard his cock was before she'd slowly lowered
herself.  She'd been unable to suppress a moan as his cock had
opened her again, easily sliding inside her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh, yeah.  Oh god I love that!"

"Yeah, me too.  Love it being ... you know."

"Yeah."

She'd twisted her hips from side to side as she'd settled all the
way down.

"Now, I'll get my feet up on your thighs.  Okay.  Give me your
hands."

He'd reached his hands around her and she'd taken them, planting
them over her boobs.

"So now you can play with my boobies!"

"Boobies?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with boobies?  You don't want to play with
them?"

"Nothing!  There is absolutely nothing wrong with boobies,
especially your boobies.  They're like totally perfect.  Love
your boobies!  Love playing with them.  And your 'nips'. I love
playing with your nips too.  Oh, yeah, love your boobies and
nips!"

"Okay, okay, you can stop already ... I think I get the picture."

She'd reached both hands down between their thighs, one settling
over her clit, the other lower, so she could play with his balls.
 Then she'd started moving, fucking herself on his cock.

"See, if your hands are on my boobs, then my hand can be on you
balls."

"Mmmm.  My balls like this position I think!"

"Mmmm.  And my boobies like this position!"

For the next few minutes, except for occasional moans and groans,
they'd continued fucking in silence.

"Ummm, my cock seems to really like this position."

"Mmmm.  My pussy really love, likes this position too."

"No, I mean really likes it.  Likes it so much that ..."

She wasn't sure when his hands had left her boobs but she'd
suddenly realised they had and were gripping the chair's arms.

"Oh, okay, I'm off."

She'd practically leapt off, spinning round to face him.

"Richard?  You're not going to?"

He'd just stared at her for a few seconds, his whole body tense
before he'd taken a shuddering breath.

"Rich?"

"No, it's ok I think.  That was so close though.  But okay now. 
Just need a few seconds."

"Mrs Gruman!"

"Yeah, Mrs Gruman."

Once Richard had decided it was safe for him to get up, they'd
headed to his room for the last act.  As they'd walked hand in
hand to his bed they hadn't needed to talk about a position. 
Without thinking about it, she'd lain down on her back, arms and
legs spread, knees pointed to the ceiling, her body inviting him
to join her.  When he'd moved between her thighs, his body
hovering over hers, it was almost like they were in a dance as
he'd settled down on her.  His cock had effortlessly found it's
target, sliding all the way in till their pubic hair matted and
once again he had totally filled her waiting pussy.

At the same time she'd wrapped her legs around his legs, her arms
around his back, locking him to her as they'd groaned in unison.
Then ever so slowly he'd started moving, his hips rising and
falling as her pelvis arched up to meet him.  He'd seemed so
powerful, so strong as he fucked her that she couldn't take her
eyes off him.  As he'd relentlessly built the pace, she'd touched
his face, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes, caressing his
forehead, cheeks, lips.

"Oh, yeah.  So good.  You feel so good.  You wouldn't believe how
... I've never felt ... oh god Janet!"

"Yeah?  Are you going to come Richie?  You can, you can come
now."

"Oh yeah.  It's so ... my whole body.  Oh, you're so beautiful
... like this is so amazing.  Fucking amazing!  Oh god!"

He'd started moving faster although he'd still seemed to be
incredibly controlled and focused.  She'd never seen him quite
like that, his whole body, every inch of him looking so powerful,
so charged.  She'd known he must be close and after all the
pleasure she'd had, she'd wanted to make it as good as she could
for him.  She'd tried to rhythmically squeeze her muscles,
wanting to massage the come from his cock, and from the way his
eyes opened even wider, she knew she'd succeeded.

"Oh yes!  You just ... you're so ... I love ... oh god, Janet!"

And it had happened; it was as if his cock had doubled in size as
she'd felt the first spurt of come blast out deep in her pussy. 
It had been so amazing watching him.  The look on his face was so
intense she'd thought he was going to burst, to shatter into a
million pieces as spurt after spurt of come filled her.  And his
coming had seemed to go on forever, far more than any other time
they'd made love.

With one last groan, one last look deep into her eyes, he'd
collapsed onto her, his head nestled alongside hers.  Suddenly
his body had relaxed, all the tension, all the power seeming to
drain from him.  She'd cuddled him,
cradling his head against her shoulder, one hand stroking his
hair, the other his back.

Yeah, yesterday had been really great and today would be too
probably.  She even had some positions for them to try from a
Kama Sutra site and something called Tantric sex they could maybe
try.  So she'd better stop dawdling because she was pretty sure
he was going to love ...

Then, as she was about to go up the steps to the front door it
all started falling into place like finding the final piece of a
jigsaw.

Love.

Yesterday ... not just yesterday ... love ... he kept saying he
loved having sex, loved what they were doing ... and a couple of
times she was almost certain he'd been about to say he liked,
even loved being with her.

Stocking Syndrome!

He must have the stocking syndrome.  She remembered hearing or
seeing something about it.  A movie or maybe at school about how
robbers ... no it was probably kidnappers ... fell in love with
the people they kidnapped.  It was probably called the stocking
syndrome because bad guys wore stockings over their heads! 
Richie wearing stockings!

That would explain why he didn't act like he hated her anymore
but how could she prove it.  Because if he had changed, it he did
like her, maybe even love her, then everything would be great. 
She wouldn't have to be scared he'd hurt her anymore.  She
wouldn't have to be scared of saying the wrong thing to him. 
None of that would matter anymore and they could be normal
together.

She'd have to watch him, have to see what she could do to get him
to say something about it.  She'd have to be really careful
though because if she was wrong it'd be way too embarrassing if
he discovered she thought he liked her, maybe even loved her. 
But if he did like her, even love her, that'd be so excellent!

Yeah, this was going to be so good, so amazing she could feel it.
 Somehow she knew that everything was going to work out!

