A Fertility Tale Pt. 03

Richard lasted longer than usual because he had already come. He, too, was lustful, and relentless. Every time Leni came, she went rigid as she spasmed on his unbelievable cock, then her whole body shook, then everything went limp, but still he fucked. Her hair was damp and clung to her neck and face. She had barely recovered before another wave hit and she slid back into frenzied shaking, and still he fucked. The eruption of semen that heralded the end was hot, and Leni came again with a cry as it rushed into her. Richard let go of her breasts to wrap his arms fully about her and hug her tightly. Both panted. Neither spoke.

At last, he released her gently, first relaxing his hug, then letting her find her balance, and finally withdrawing from her swooning vagina. They shuffled wordlessly back to the bed, arm in arm. Leni crawled in. Richard followed and drew the sheet over them. "Jesus," she whispered. He kissed her neck.

Sometime during the night Richard woke and realized with concern that Leni had had nothing to eat. Should he get her something? He wondered if there was anything in the cottage, then decided it didn't matter; she was sleeping peacefully. At various times that night one felt blindly for the other in the dark -- 'Are you there?' -- before returning to sleep reassured, after a relieved, contented kiss.

As dawn approached, Leni woke fully and could not resist waking him, kissing and nibbling his neck. "Hey?" she said softly. "Richard? I think you probably need to ejaculate again."

He replied with a laugh, "I was just thinking that," and pushed her onto her back so he could roll on top of her. "Good morning," he said, as he petted the pussy he adored.

"Oh, is it morning? Good morning." He was hard before she ever touched him and, discovering his erection, she giggled happily. "Guess what. Yesterday, Yia-yia told me the treatment not only makes women fertile, it makes them incredibly horny. 'Sex-craving' and 'baby-mad' she called it. Your ladies never even stood a chance." She kissed his mouth and sighed, "God, Yia-yia is so fucking right!"

They made love in the rose-fingered dawn, missionary style. It was kissing and fondling and groping and fucking and copulating, but most of all, it was lovemaking. When Richard came, it still burned and his balls still ached, but he didn't care.

It was Leni who broke the enchantment and got them busy. "Hey, you have to pack!" she said, throwing off the covers. "I'll make us coffee." She headed for the kitchenette while Richard made for the shower. After, he sat with coffee and sore balls while Leni showered. She watched him packing and called reception to ensure a golf cart was waiting to take him to the village, and the Pandemos van from there to the airport.

She watched with dread -- he was leaving again -- and her mind raced with solutions. Could she go with him? To the village? To the airport? To Rome? New York? She had no tickets. For that matter, she hadn't much money to buy tickets. They were expensive, weren't they? Okay, but Richard had money, didn't he? Never mind, she couldn't just drop everything and go to New York on a whim, could she? Maybe she would go later. But he was coming back, wasn't he?

As she was thinking, Yia-yia knocked then entered. She looked them both over, smiling. Eleni realized her hair was wet and blushed. Yia-yia began to speak; they both listened, and Eleni almost forgot to translate. Yia-yia spoke briefly. When she finished, Richard turned to Leni and raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

"She asked if you drank the gunk. With olive oil. I told her yes. She says remember to do it every other day. And ejaculate a lot. But no women. Ever. No women, right? She says you belong with Leni now. That Leni loves you. Leni is waiting for you. Leni will die if you don't come back..."

"Oh, she said all that?" Richard asked with a skeptical smile.

"Well, I added some."

"Does Yia-yia know you're hyper-fertile?

"Yia-yia's no dummy."

Richard kissed her, not caring that Yia-yia was watching. Looking into his eyes Leni said, "Come back, okay? We don't have to live here. New York is nice. We can live anywhere. Just come back for me." Then she narrowed her eyes. "Or I'm going to come find you. And by the way, seriously, no more women."

Richard laughed and kissed her again, then warned her, "Hey, you're the one who's hyper-fertile. And now horny as hell to boot. You better behave yourself."

She smiled demurely. "I will. Don't worry, if I get needy, I'll just become a lesbian again."

Richard chuckled, then shrugged at Yia-yia, who, beaming, understood nothing and everything.

Leni patted his chest and suddenly remembered they could keep in touch. "Hey?! Call me when you get to New York!"

"I will. I promise. I love you."

**

Met a redneck on a Grecian Isle

Who did the goat dance very well;

She gave me back my smile...