Slave Girl

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!