The Deceitful Name Game
written by:
Little tommy D.

The Deceitful Name Game

The tap came at my office door just as the clock read 4:00P. I was reading the edited copy of my address to the International Financial Professionals meeting that was to open on Friday. I called for the person who was tapping to enter. When the door opened our personnel rep, Howie Needham, stuck his head in and asked, "Got a few minutes to meet my new next door neighbor?"

I smiled at Howie and said, "You brought him to work with you and kept him hidden all day?"

He laughed and responded, "No and it's not a 'him.' It's a her and she just stopped by to ask for my advice on getting her car repaired."

I waved my hand for him to come in with the 'her' and have a seat. When he stepped back and I saw the 'her' I had a hard time blinking. She was gorgeous. About five six, 36-24-34, long shapely legs and a face reminiscent of a young Elizabeth Taylor. Beautiful blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, ruby red lips and a smile to stop a runaway train. I quickly stood and held my hand out to meet hers. We shook and I heard Howie saying, "I figured the two of you had to meet because of the names. Quinn Carter, meet my neighbor Gwen Carter."

She was displaying a wide grin in response to the shocked look on my face when I heard her name. I stammered slightly and said, "Gwen Carter! This is a little shocking as it was totally unexpected. Are you new to Woodburn, Gwen?"

'Yes, Quinn. I'm with the Malvord Hotel Group and was transferred here as General Services Manager of the new Malvord Resort that is scheduled to open Saturday evening. Truthfully I've been here a month living in the hotel as I put together the services staff and familiarized myself with all the new digital operating equipment. I moved next door to Howie Monday and met his wife who introduced me to Howie Monday evening. When Howie told me about your name, I knew that I had to give you a formal invitation to the private celebration staff party Friday night." She opened her purse and handed me a pastel blue envelope with my name typed in script in the center of the envelope. I thanked her and looked at Howie. He was nodding as he said, "I figured we could go directly from here Friday if you agree."

I nodded and answered, "Sure. That sounds like a plan." Howie stood, Gwen followed his lead and he said, "Well, Gwen has to get to Regency BMW before five so that she can get the manifold reattached. I recommended them and she called and got a time set for this afternoon."

Gwen gave me her hand again, I took it and covered it with both of my hands as I gently held it as I said, "Meeting you was the highlight of my week, Gwen. I look forward to Friday and seeing you again." I released her hand; she daintily waved and led Howie through the door. I dropped to my desk chair and let out a large "Whew!" as I recounted her stunning beauty. What a catch she would be.

Friday, standing in the glowing afternoon sun, Howie and I marveled at the design and blended colors of the main hotel complex. We walked to the side near the lake and eyed the Clubhouse, marina, pool and cabanas, and let our heads be pulled to the automated golf driving range. Unbelievable digital controls displayed the distance the ball traveled, delivered the next ball, and counted the numbers hit. We stood and shook our heads in awe.

We entered the side door of the main hotel and moseyed to the lobby area drinking in the decor and furniture arrangements. Staff were busy moving from area to area with arms loaded with trays of finger foods, carts rolling filled with glasses, women were arranging flowers, and bartenders were prepping the bottles and sinking bottles in ice. It appeared that we were the first outsider arrivals, so we decided to take a set of easy chair near the main entrance to await others who had also received invitations.

We had been sitting maybe ten minutes when Gwen came scooting rapidly across the lobby and we stood to greet her. She gave us a hug and took a seat between us. She let out a sigh and said that she was ready to settle down now that the stage had been set and polished and was ready for the show to begin. We were idly giving her our thoughts about the resort when Howie's wife, Emma, walked in and joined us. Gwen put her hand on my arm and said, "Quinn, would you join me at the head table when we call for the banquet to begin? Howie and Emma have a reserved seat with two of our executives. You can be my date."

I smiled and said, "I'd be honored to be your personal date for the banquet. I don't think my wife Della would mind under the circumstances."

Gwen turned to me and said, "Oh, where is Della, Quinn. I know Howie told me it would just be you."

She's in China as part of a trade delegation looking to sign agreements with the Chinese government to begin an official multi-year manufacturing agreement. She will probably be there for six weeks or longer because it's a complicated eight-nation trade-off. Della is one of the eight lawyers for the group."

Gwen touched my arm again and said, "It might surprise you to know that I started with Malvord as one of their land contract attorneys. But over time they decided that I would be more valuable using my legal knowledge as the General Services Manager. Once this operation is up, running, and meeting start-up costs I'll go back to the corporate office in Phoenix until there's another Woodburn to open."

"Whoa! You mean we'll lose you forever?"

"Probably so. I like the beauty of the hillsides and rolling pastures of Woodburn and will be sad when it's time to leave it. But that's life."

"We'll sorely miss you when that time comes."

She snuggled against me and whispered, "How sweet!"

The show started. There was an hour get-acquainted cocktail social and I managed to meet many of the town's dignitaries, some of whom I already knew, others I knew by name only but now was able to put a real face to the person. At seven, the call for Banquet seating was made and we all adjourned to the main auditorium that was set for dinner serving. I was to the right of Gwen and next to the State Senator that represented my district. He received little of my attention. I focused on Gwen.

Once the hubbub and ado was over, Gwen invited me to stay until she finished her analysis and accounting. We left the hotel at eleven and arrived at her home at eleven-twenty. She insisted that I come in for a nightcap and she didn't have to twist my arm. She opened her bar and said, "Fix whatever you would prefer. If you don't mind, I'll have a Manhattan with a cherry." I smiled and said, "You must have read my mind because that's what I had in running through it." I mixed a pitcher, put her round ice cubes in the glasses, dropped in a cherry and a spot of the cherry juice. Stirred them well, removed the ice and handed her drink. She tipped her glass to mine and said, "To friendships, new and old."

I responded with "here, here!" We sipped simultaneously.

Sitting in her living area we sat with a small round table between us that held the pitcher of Manhattans. We talked until nearly one-thirty, had emptied the pitcher, and as I started out the door; she took my arm and said, "How does a home cooked meal sound Sunday evening? With Della being gone, I imagine you eat out often if you eat at all. Come over around six; mix the drinks while I finish the cooking. Okay?" I smiled and nodded. She tiptoed and kissed my right cheek lightly. When I was in the car, she turned the light out and I drove slowly home as I pondered over the evening and her actions.

She was a great cook. The dinner was excellent, the conversation stimulating and growing bolder. Over the next three weeks we met for lunches, took in a movie that she wanted to see, did some shopping together and generally enjoyed each others company, totally platonic and innocent. On the last weekend of the month, she invited me to another Sunday dinner at her home. I eagerly accepted, offered to bring the dessert and wine. She acceded and allowed me that small contribution to the dinner.

When I rang the bell she almost instantly flung the door open, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. She pointed toward the bar and said, "Bring mine to the kitchen. I'm still working on the meal. She had a bright red Malvord apron on and when she turned toward the doorway to the kitchen, I did a double-take at the tight, ultra-short light gray shorts that she was wearing. Gwen had never dressed that boldly before. That view reminded me that Della had been gone slightly more than a month now and I was missing her pussy more than I realized. The thin shorts outlined Gwen's ass, including the crack and gave the appearance of being painted on her. Absent the apron, I guessed that because of the thin tightness of the shorts she probably had a prominent camel-toe also. Her top was short, filmy, and nearly transparent. She looked awesomely delicious. I was glad to be alone because my dick had enjoyed the sight that my eyes fed it and was tenting my light summer trousers. I quickly repositioned it upwards to my left so that the tent was gone, but fortunately I expected it to relax as I mixed the drinks.

I took the drinks to the kitchen and found her at the sink rinsing knives and large spoons. She smiled when I sat her drink near her right hand and nodded as I sat in the kitchen chair at the end of the table. When she dried her hands, she turned, flipped the neck loop of the apron over her head and undid the tie at her back. She stepped to the pantry door, hung the apron on a hook, turned toward me and she walked to the second kitchen chair and stood behind it. At that view of her, my dick stiffened again when I saw her lips split by the shorts with a pronounced camel-toe that I knew she had to know was being displayed to my full view.

I let my eyes drift upwards and the filmy blouse revealed a white lacy bra that only had the under-half lifting her tits upward and her nipples and aureoles were showing their colors through the lacy top. I couldn't take it any longer so I said, "Gwen, you look absolutely fabulous this evening. Your choice of outfit leads me to believe that you may be trying to seduce me with the dinner, drinks and enticing clothing. Am I on the mark or have I embarrassed myself?"

"Well, Quinn, I'll let you decide what my intentions were when I dressed this afternoon. You will tell me won't you?"

She pulled the chair out and sat facing me. Her facial expression was one of curiosity, not of anger or dismay. I took a sip of the drink and said, "You know that I'm married, you know that I am tempted, but what you don't know is my resolve about morals, marriage vows, and temptations."

"Correct. I know none of those about you as you don't know about me. I find you most attractive, desirable, and manly. I haven't been married and am not looking to be a bride. But I do love to be loved and I do love sex, so we are having a Mexican Hat Dance here. Let me suggest that we eat and then adjourn to the patio and discuss the things we like and will do and the things we don't like and won't do. How's that sound as an ice-breaker?"

"Okay, I think that's a reasonable approach to, as you said, an ice-breaker discussion."

Dinner was excellent. Her steak in the crock was so tender it fell apart on the fork. The baked onion and roasted asparagus hit the spot and the Boston Cream pie dessert I bought at the specialty bakery was sinful it was so good. While she cleaned the table I remixed the Manhattans and followed her directions to the thatched roof table on the shady side of the patio. I put the glasses by each chair and the pitcher in the middle. Gwen came out with a large wooden bowl of chips for snacking with the drinks. I'm glad I didn't have to stand because her body display was driving me to distraction and my dick totally nutty. I couldn't remove my eyes from the prominently displayed camel toe that stood out even more than a sore thumb. She finally sat down to where I could focus on her face instead of her vagina lips. She sipped her glass and then said, "I'll tell you what I like first. After we discuss it, I'll tell you what I don't like and why. Then it'll be your turn. If you want, we can then start a new round. Agreed?"

I nodded and said, "Sounds fair for both of us, so whenever you're ready."

She leaned back in the chair; put her feet on a footstool she had dragged over and began her story. "I love to have my nipples gently sucked and tongued. No pulling on them with either hands or mouth. I want just gentle, tender slow sucking with the tongue running over the tip and around the sides. At the same time, I want my lover to run his fingers through my pubic hair without pulling it. When I begin to squirm, I want the middle finger to go to my slit and gently run the finger up and down the wetness with attention to the hardening clit. Both actions should continue until I have my first orgasm. Now you can ask questions, comment on your thoughts and tell me if that's part of your foreplay game."

"Wow. Gwen. Your description affected my thought process and my dick is going crazy under the table."

"Hey, feel free to loosen the pants if you want to be more comfortable. It affected me also and I have a feeling my shorts are showing my wetness."

I wriggled around for a minute and said, "What you described is almost exactly what I do except I don't limit myself to only the middle finger but I could learn to do that if need be. I did have a habit of pulling the nipple with my lips but was asked to stop it so I did." My dick was still uncomfortable while talking about sucking nipples and fingering pussies.

As I unzipped my pants to free my dick she began her story of what she doesn't like. She used harsh words to describe how she disliked a finger up her ass. She said it was from an accident she had as a young girl when she was playing with friends in the backyard and accidentally squatted on a mowed, hidden stiff weed that went inside her ass and cut her to where she had to have stitches in her anus. That fear lingers and when a finger heads for her asshole, she panics. I commiserated with her about the fear and the accident.

I took a long drink and started my likes. "Believe me Gwen when I say this is my opinion but I think a lot of men have this same feeling. The greatest feeling I can personally have is when I cum inside a tight, wet, warm pussy. There is no feeling I have ever had that can match it. It is the ultimate pleasure in my opinion and when it happens I don't want it to ever stop."

"That's good Quinn. I like that feeling also. It gives me pleasure to know that I have aided in providing pleasure to someone I have good feelings for and want to have them feel good about me. I'll give that one two Gold Stars. So, what is it that you don't like?"

"This may sound silly but I don't like anyone to touch the bottom of my feet. The sole are very sensitive to touching and they are highly ticklish. When one gets me to laughing, I become somewhat violent and may kick the shit out of them before they quit."

She smiled and said, "So keep your feet on the floor or I may be tempted to test you." I laughed and she joined in.

I noticed that our glasses were empty and I moved to grab the pitcher and refill them. When I pushed her glass over to her she said, "That was a thrill Quinn. When you leaned forward to get the pitcher, I had a great clear shot of your standing dick. It looked very nice and friendly. Are you certain that you aren't ready to put it to use. You just told me how much you relished Cumming in a wet warm pussy. Just so you know---I have one."

"I'm well aware that you have one Gwen. I have ached over your displayed camel toe since you took the apron off earlier. I have a feeling that your ass is as gorgeous as you are and believe me I'd love to kiss it for hours on end. But Della would be on my mind and that would spoil the pleasure I would want. I think that I should finish this drink and then head for home before I get in trouble." I took the last sip, zipped my pants, fastened my belt and reluctantly stood with my dick tented in front of me. When Gwen stood, I saw that she was right. The area around her camel toe was colored with the dark wetness from her pussy. She looked down and giggled as she said, "I knew it had to be wet because I was heating up from our discussion.

She stepped forward, took my hand and we walked to her front door. At the door, she said, "I'm off Wednesday evening. Come over around six and we'll have dinner and another discussion."

I nodded, squeezed her hand and she pulled on my arm, tiptoed and this time she kissed my lips as she whispered, "When you jack off tonight, adjust your thought process and think of me, not Della. I'll tell you why Wednesday."

That last statement from her kept me thinking for the next three days. I was anxious for Wednesday to roll around so that I could hear what she was going to tell me. Tuesday evening she called me as I was on the way home from work. She said she was going to grill chicken on the patio and asked which parts of chicken I preferred. I told her the white meat plus I also enjoyed a leg. Before we hung up she said that I should dress outdoor casual wearing shorts and a tee shirt because we'd be outside for dinner and drinks. I told her that suited me fine because it was a grand day for it.

I arrived slightly after six. I brought a Devil's Food cake with Vanilla ice cream for our dessert. She was dressed provocatively again but the shorts weren't quite as tight as the thin gray she wore on Sunday. Her top was just a bra with patterns similar to Hawaiian shirts. She looked absolutely delicious again.

This time we had Vodka Tom Collin's with lime slices. They were very cold, tasty and matched with the outside setting better than a whiskey drinks. She wouldn't let me assist, so I sat in the lounge chair under the thatched roof and watched her expertly grill the chicken, roast the corn on the cob, and simultaneously roast a pan of mixed peppers with the three ending up perfectly done. We ate the fantastic dinner slowly and savored each bite. She dumped the empty cobs, tossed the paper plates in the trash can and brought us a bowl of the cake and ice cream to top off the classic outdoor dinner. After the dessert bowls werme empty, I dropped the in the sink and prepared a new batch of the Vodka Collins'. We sat under the thatched roof and absorbed the pleasant breeze while sipping the tasty drinks.

Gwen pulled her chair closer to mine, leaned slightly toward me, assumed a serious facial expression and said, "Quinn. I want you to hear me out before you say a word. Promise me that one thing. I asked no promises on anything else I'm going to say. I think I have become smitten with you and that's something I didn't expect to happen. You are, without a doubt, the most honorable man I have ever met. I wrestled with myself because I'm going to break a vow to Della and I'm going confess to being deceitful with you." I sat up quickly when she mentioned Della. What did she know of Della? But I didn't say anything because I made a promise not to until she was finished. She continued.

'My name isn't Gwen Carter. I'm really Linda Lynn Latham. I have known Della for over twenty years. We were in law school together. She called me in Phoenix about six weeks ago and begged me to scheme with her to entrap you in an affair so that she could file for divorce on good solid grounds. I gave in and agreed to assist her not ever suspecting that I would fall for you. This house belongs to one of the real estate companies I dealt with when I was putting together the land deal for the resort. I really do work for Malvord in the real estate department. Let me tell you that after I made a deal to use this house, Della had an electronics company install hidden cameras in the bedroom that I was to activate when I got you into bed with me. I backed out on my own and Della doesn't know it.

"Right now Della isn't in a hotel in China. She's in a co-op apartment that belongs to Flagg Industries. She is living with Stephen Flagg, the CEO of Flagg. They have been deceiving you for the last four years. I feel lower than the fish on the bottom of the ocean for agreeing to help her entrap you. I only hope you can forgive me for being a conspirator in her scheme. That's what I had to tell you because my conscience was killing me."

I was wordless I was so stunned. I realized my head was shaking, denying what she had said. I finished the glass of vodka with one long drink grabbed the pitcher and poured another. Before I could get it to my mouth, Linda took my arm and held it down as she said, "That's not the answer, Quinn. You need to think rationally about what you now know.' I stared at her for several minutes, sat the glass down on the table, stood and walked across the patio. I stopped, turned and said, "We'll talk later." Before I turned back toward the door, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. My breath was difficult to control and I felt as if I would fall but I made it to the car.

I sat in the driver's seat too stunned to start the vehicle. I sat back in the seat, threw my head against the headrest and as I did so, I saw Linda watching me from the window in the living room. I sat there for ten minutes gathering my thoughts and controlling my nerves and breathing. I finally pushed the Starter, put the gear in reverse, backed out of the driveway and drove slowly down her street to the turn to the main road. When I got home I was in a rage over the deceit of not Linda but Della. I suddenly remembered that she didn't take her cell phone and I had o way to call her. It was not a good night for me. I called the office at seven-twenty and told them I would be running late. I drove downtown to my attorney's office, went in and had a sit-down with him. Before I left I had beat her at her game and filed for divorce claiming she was living with Flagg in a co-op apartment in China and gave Linda as a witness to her deceit.

When I left the office, I drove directly to the Malvord Resort, went to the Executive offices, found Linda's office, and walked straight past her secretary and into her office. Her face was in shock when she saw me coming toward her. I slammed the door behind me, pulled her from her swivel chair and kissed her long and hard. When I released her I said, "You're the witness on my divorce application. I want you to come with me so that you can give your deposition, tell the Attorney where he can send the notification papers, and we'll get this over with ASAP. Agreed?" She was nodding, still in shock by my interruption. The door cracked open and her secretary stuck her head inside but Linda waved her off by saying, "Later Judith. It's okay."

We were having lunch in the Malvord Cafe after we did the necessary signing and swearing with the Attorney. Linda gave him the address and his aide was preparing the package for FedEx when we left the office. Linda was quiet and subdued as she ate her salad. She put her fork down and looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you for not blaming me. Della is a good salesperson and she gave me total misdirection about you. The best thing we ever did was have our ice breaker conversation. I was really thrown because you were so different than she implied you were. I could see the honor and respect you held dearly. I knew I couldn't let it go on so I broke down and confessed."

"I forgave you instantly because I knew it was all Della. But that's past history. Everything has changed for us. You'll soon find out what that means."

"How soon Quinn? I'm more than ready for the past to disappear."

"You'll be the first to know. Just hang loose for now."

I waited until Midnight. I sat in the driver's seat and smiled at the mirror reflection of my face. My thought was of the shock and surprise when she opens the door this late in the evening, but I had done the job that needed to be done before I redressed in shorts, a tee shirt and deck shoes with no socks. The streets were nearly bare of traffic. When I made the turn to her house, there was no traffic, houses were dark, the street lights dim. I pulled to the back of her driveway, went through the patio gate and to the back door. It was locked. I went around the side of the house and knocked loudly on her bedroom window. I heard her stir. I knocked again and then went back to the patio door and started knocking. The patio light came on; she pulled the venetian blind slat up and saw me staring at her. She unlocked the door and said, "What's the matter Quinn. Has something happened?"

I smiled at her and said, "Yes, something great that I told you you'd soon find out what. That time has come Linda. You are about to find out." I flipped the patio light off, took her hand, turned the kitchen light out and went to her bedroom. I stopped her and said, "I assume the surveillance cameras are off?" She nodded and said, "They've never been on." She smiled at me and said, "Tomorrow's a work day you know."

"Nope, it's not. I left Judith a note that said you'd be out tomorrow. I took the day off. The closest we'll get to downtown or to the resort is the patio." I stepped forward, put my arms around her and pulled her close. I touched my lips to hers. She touched back with greater fervor. I pulled her closer and locked my lips against her, my hands now holding the sides of her head. I dropped my hands and began to unbutton the top to her shortie pajamas. I pulled the top off and let it drop to the floor. I squeezed her tits to my chest and held her tightly against me. My hands pulled the elastic waist of her bottoms down and let them slide to her ankles. I ran my hands inside the back of her panties and pressed against the cheeks of her ass. I knew not to let my fingers wander into the crack. I broke the kiss, stooped and pulled her panties to the floor, lifted her feet, slid the PJ shorts and panties off and left them in the floor. I kissed her navel, her pubic hair, and then I stood.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head and threw it on top of her panties. I unbuttoned the shorts and let them drop; I slid my boxers down as she watched my stiff dick flop up and the eye stare at her. Her smile was unbelievable. She glanced quickly at my face, unexpectedly glad to see that I was watching her quietly, hungrily.

I looked good, better than she had actually imagined. I was well built, my dark chest hair somehow adding to the masculinity of my tanned and solid frame. She glanced down quickly at my dick, not disappointed that it was fully hard and ready, a promise to her waiting to be fulfilled

Then I imagined that her mind wondered what I was thinking of her figure? She knew she was well developed and shapely but did I think so also? However, she saw how my hungry eyes fixed on her and knew my approving looks stifled any doubts.

I took her in my arms again and my mouth found hers. She could feel my chest hair against her tits, my palms against her ass cheeks and my dick twitching slightly against her bare skin. I was kissing her and her mind went blank. My tongue was exploring her mouth, probing, entwining with her tongue, licking and tasting her, turning her on even more, making her press herself against me, rubbing her skin on mine. My hands roamed over her ass, then to her shoulders and back to her ass as far down as I could reach, she moaned softly in hopeful anticipation of what was to come soon.

My arms released her and I placed my hands on top of her shoulders. Then, with a quick look to see exactly where it was, I pushed her down so that she sat involuntarily on the edge of the bed. For a moment she wondered what I intended, but then I suddenly knelt before her, pulled her knees wide apart and stared hungrily at her pussy. For minutes I just gazed steadily at her pussy, increasing her arousal so much that she felt sure she was opening like a rose bud as I watched.

"I love just looking at you." I told her. "You have such a beautiful pussy."

"Oh my God thank you. And I love that you are looking at it." She told me in a tone that meant to me that she was truthful.

I stared at her again, my silent gaze fixed on her pussy until she began to feel uncomfortable ,but suddenly, without warning her, I hooked my hands behind her knees and pulled upwards, tipping her backwards on the mattress. I pushed her legs wider apart, leaving her on her back with her legs and pussy wide open, even more exposed than before. She tried to move, to instinctively pull herself upright, but before she could do more than lift herself onto her elbows I had lowered my mouth to her pussy and at that moment she fully she understood my actions. She moved her elbows and dropped on the bed, full of elated excitement. The sensation of my mouth on her pussy and the feel of my tongue making wet, warm contact was something she had not expected this soon. Because of her former boyfriend's attitude to any kind of adventurous sex, it never occurred to her that I would go down on her the first time because I had not mentioned it in the ice breaker talks.. But it felt so damn good to her that she squealed delightedly.

I nuzzled at her pussy with my puckered lips, pushing my tongue between her labia, exploring her, probing her entrance and then slipping along her labia to brush my tongue against her clit. I did it again, and again. She believed she had never felt anything so exciting. She hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs back, exposing herself to me as much as she could. I glanced up at her and blinked acknowledgment of her action, sliding my hands along her legs so that I could use my thumbs to hold her wide open. I could really get at her now, and as far as she was concerned that was fine because I could do whatever I liked except finger her asshole. And oh how I wanted to do that because it was so perfect and so accessible.

When my tongue found her entrance I pushed it into her as far as I could, thrusting in and out in imitation of a tiny dick and then licking around just inside her warm wet passage, She groaned in appreciation only to feel me move away, sliding my tongue in a flat swift slurp along the length of her slit. Up and down went the flat of my tongue pressing against her all the way from the start of her perineum to the very top of her slit. Very soon the tip of my tongue found her clit again and started licking it so lightly that it felt like a soft moist fingertip. She gasped with the sudden realization that it would not be long before I made her cum. Her hips began to react to the sensations and she started to thrust back at me, making the subtle contact even firmer.

I understood. She could tell. I wanted to give her only pleasure and I was awake to her reactions. I began to lick her clit harder and more rapidly, flicking my tongue over its hard tip, up and down, up and down and sucking it with my lips in between. Her orgasm grew nearer and she moaned loudly, her hips gyrating slowly until in an explosion of pleasure, she started Cumming, crying louder, pushing her pussy at my mouth, feeling the hot flood of intense pleasure spread rapidly totally throughout her body. I had to hold my mouth harder against her to remain in contact. The only sound she could make was a muffled groaning, and then it was done. She relaxed, fully spent and heavily panting. I was still licking at her clit, but with a gentler and slower touch, just enough to bring little aftershocks that made her gasp quietly until they eventually died away, her orgasm over. Her hands slipped from behind her knees to let her legs fall either side of my head.

She thought I would pull away from her pussy, job done, but she was wrong. Instead, I caught her legs, stopping them from fully dropping, and pushed them back up again, all the time continuing to lap gently at her pussy. For a moment her orgasm-bewildered mind wondered if I had noticed that she had cum, but then she realized that I had, but that I intended to keep her going, perhaps to make her cum a second time. She moaned softly under her breathing, not sure if she could take any more right then. She had reached orgasm several times in succession from her vibrator, but she wasn't sure if she had anything left after the sheer intensity of the orgasm I had just given her. Somehow it never occurred to her to tell me that enough was enough, instead she just let me carry on, still trying to get her breath back from her first orgasm as I led her directly toward another.

At first she was on that plateau of arousal that follows an orgasm, still hot, still highly aroused but not yet able to cum again. Even so my tongue was sending random little barbs of pleasure through her, making her twitch and gasp each time. Then slowly they began to become stronger and more frequent and she knew that she would really make it for a second time. She hooked her hands behind her knees once more and pulled her legs back again, an unthinking signal that she was ready to cum for a second time.

I did as I had before, using my thumbs to spread her labia wide apart and then running my tongue along the length of her slit. She closed her eyes and surrendered to me again, enjoying my actions, happy to let me do as I wished. I returned to her clit, this time clamping my mouth over her button and sucking it inside, nibbling gently at it with lip-padded teeth. She flinched anxiously beneath her enjoyment, wondering if I might hurt her, but I knew what I was doing and my teeth pulled at her gently, nipping just tightly enough to grip. I tugged at her and she felt the tip of my tongue flicking at the captive button, causing her pelvis to jerk just a little and pull at my grip. It wasn't painful; it hurt just enough to be arousing, bringing her closer and closer to Cumming until finally one strong jerk sent her over the edge and she went into orgasm. Just as before she cried out the unintelligible sounds that expressed her happiness, and pushed herself at me again, grinding her pussy against my teeth, making me pull harder on her clit until I finally released it and let her rub herself on me. She knew what she was doing but she couldn't stop, never in a million years had she ever dreamed that she could be so out of control from pleasure. But she was, and she just had to ride with it, feeling my tongue trying to keep up with her as she rubbed her pussy on my face. I let his head drop, lifted her ass and stuck my tongue against her asshole. She jerked but didn't pull away. I licked around her asshole, touched the tip on my tongue in the center and this time I didn't try to catch her legs when she let them drop. I just raised my head and smiled at her from between her thighs as her feet found the floor. She looked down at me, seeing my face shiny and wet from her juices, and said, "You did a no-no but it was so gentle it felt divine. You're forgiven."

"Thanks. It was just so beautiful the temptation became overpowering and I had to taste you there. It was worth the risk. Now, please lie fully on the bed." I indicated where with a quick movement of his hands.

She swung her legs over me and rolled onto the bed to lie flat, wondering what I had in mind - but not really caring because it was bound to be wonderful. I climbed onto the bed beside her, propping my head on one hand and watching her tits rising and falling as she struggled get her breath back. She licked her lips and smiled weakly, unable to be annoyed by the look of successful triumph on my face.

"Do you intend to fuck me Quinn?"

"Yes Linda I do but only when I'm ready." I nodded, still looking at her, my eyes drinking in the entire length of her body, making her feel both uncomfortable and proud at the same time. I leaned over to kiss her briefly on the lips, my hand reaching out at the same time to settle on her right tit.

Keeping in mind her likes, I gently stroked her nipple as I allowed my fingertips to slip lightly over the surface of her skin, catching her nipple each time as they went past, but soon I was fondling her slightly more firmly, feeling her, caressing her, my hand going from one tit to the other.

"That's nice. You recalled what I liked most." She told me, her voice almost returned to normal.

I looked at her and smiled. "Yes, I did and it's good to make you happy." I told her. "Just enjoy it.'"

She glanced down at my dick again, delighted that she cum twice already but she wished for the third time, if she could manage a third orgasm but she wanted it to be with my dick inside her. I was ready now; I prepared myself to would roll on top of her in a minute. She felt satisfied at her prediction and relaxed under my touch, waiting. She would do as I said and enjoy it.

I was good and I knew exactly what I was doing and she hated to think how many women in addition to Della I must have practiced on to perfect my technique. She told herself off for her flash of jealousy, telling herself that it was she, Linda, who was reaping the benefit. She wondered if it was possible to climax just from someone playing with her tits, rapidly coming to the conclusion that it probably was because of the way she was now feeling. But she wasn't going to find out, for almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind my hand left her tit to begin a slow journey down her abdomen.

She looked up at me quickly; I smiled back at her and leaned to kiss her once more, my fingers tracing their gentle way over her skin as I did so. This time the kiss was long and slow and tender, and before it was over my fingers had found her pubic hair and was slowly sliding softly through the hair and between her legs to play just lightly with her clit. She moaned into my mouth around the kiss, her arms fastening themselves around my back and pulling me closer.

She didn't let me go, she couldn't let me go. She just didn't want the kiss to end, even when the warmth of an approaching climax told her that she was going to cum she just pulled me down harder, needing to maintain the contact. The entire time I rubbed softly at her clit she kept her mouth clamped to mine, her moans and gasps all directed straight between my lips, clinging on to me through the involuntary jolts and jerks of an imminent orgasm.

She wondered vaguely if I minded, but I seemed to be taking my cue from her instinctive reactions, rubbing just a tiny bit quicker as she got closer. She was thanking me in her mind for being so considerate of her needs just a second or so before she actually started Cumming. I stopped. For a split second she panicked, sure that she was to be left high and dry, but then I put my fingers together and used two fingers to ram themselves into her pussy, slamming up inside her and wriggling furiously as they did so.

It was pretty much the last thing she was expecting, but, as she thought about it later she realized it was deliberate and turned her orgasm into a powerful explosion. She didn't so much cum as detonate. She screeched from the power of it, crying loudly into my mouth, her fingers gouging into my back as her pelvis danced wildly on the bed, instinctively pushing her pussy harder onto my two fingers.

It wasn't a long orgasm; she couldn't have coped if it had been. As it was, when it was over she just collapsed onto the bed, fighting for breath, gazing up at me in awe. I smiled silently back at her, giving her time to recover, propping myself on an elbow as I enjoyed my success. Then, finally, when it seemed she her breathing under control again, I broke the lengthening silence.

"‘Was that good enough for you?' I asked, knowing all the while what the answer must be.

"Was it ever?' She said as she happily smiled, her chest still heaving slightly.

"That's good." I told her. "No I want you to roll over and kneel for me."'

For a moment she gazed at me, knowing what she had heard but seemingly unable to take it in as something she could do. I didn't repeat myself; instead I took her hips in my hands and moved her in a way that was indicting how she should turn over. It instantly clicked and she did it almost mindlessly as she obeyed me, going onto her hands and knees in front of me, knowing now what I intended ,but having to take a quick glance at my hard on to confirm it. She had been waiting all evening for me to fuck her, but, she told herself, I sure as hell picked my moments. As she waited on her hands and knees she just hoped she would be able to handle it.

I shuffled into place behind her, using my thumbs once more to open her to my view, this time spreading her cleft for me to get a perfect view of both her asshole and her open pussy. Of course I had seen her before when I had eaten her pussy, but this delicate submissive posture made her feel slightly embarrassed to be on display like she was but it was an embarrassment that to her surprise she found she erotically enjoyed. I moved forward a little and she felt the head of my hard dick come to rest at the base of her spine, right at the very top of the cleft in her ass. I removed one hand from her ass and she was startled and shocked when she felt my dick sliding up and down the crack in her ass. I slid it over her asshole, down to her pussy, and then back. I was playing a game by teasing her into thinking I would enter her asshole. I wiped my dick down once again but this time I let it stop directly on her asshole. She swiftly wriggled trying to get it off.

I laughed at her movement and asked, "Should I push it in where it's resting?" "What would you think if I did?"

"No, I would never let anyone do it! I told you that was my ultimate dislike. Your tongue felt nice but you can't do that to my ass knowing what I went through!"‘

I gave her a short laugh and moved my dick away from her asshole as I was explaining, "I was just playing with you Linda. Sorry if I panicked you. Forgive me?"

I guided my dick to the opening of her pussy, carefully easing it into her and then gripping her by the hips. For a moment I remained still with only my the head of my dick slightly inside her pussy, but then I abruptly pulled her backwards in order to impale her on me. I stopped, waited a minute or two before I began to move. She knelt unmoving and let me take my time, enjoying that same sensation even though her body cried out to be fucked, not teased.

When I did begin to move my dick it was with long powerful thrusts, pulling back until I was only just inside her, and then thrusting forward swiftly, deeply and hard. She wanted to move with me, to help magnify my actions, but my grip on her hips prevented her from moving. She just had to kneel submissively and let me fuck her in the way I desired.

My movements settled into a slow and measured insertion of my dick and she was able to enjoy the feel of me emulating a piston in and out of her slippery pussy. Later on, as I felt my climax building inside and as I was much closer to Cumming, I began to thrust harder, quicker, and more erratically until I was plunging into her, ramming myself deeper, my body slamming against her ass as I fucked her with more passion and fervor. It was my grip, going from firm to downright painful, that warned her when I was about to cum. My nails suddenly dug into her flesh and my quiet uttering's of pleasure turned to urgent gasps, and she set herself ready. She didn't have to wait. My dick instantly filled her pussy with the pent-up massive Cumming.

She could feel hot, forceful spurts of my cum splattering her cervix each time I pushed and groaned. She didn't cum herself, but that didn't matter after the three orgasms I had already given her she didn't need to cum again. In fact, she doubted if she could. Just the feeling of me shooting my um inside her sent a surge of satisfaction through her body. My final thrust released her hips from my grip and we both fell onto the bed, with me gasping as I lay, spent, on top of her with my dick deeply embedded inside her pussy resting in my warm cum as I refused to move from the greatest feeling on earth.

She didn't resist my continuing to rest my dick inside. She remembered that what I was doing was my greatest like and she wasn't about to disturb my pleasure. After about five minutes I eased myself away from her as my softened dick traced a sticky, damp river of cum across the back of her thigh, and she knew that their first ever session was over. But it didn't matter. She knew there would be more to come and besides; he had administered to her the greatest two hours of sex she had ever experienced in her entire life. She may never return to Phoenix.