My Only Talent Ch. 45

The Chrissy's entire body shakes and she generates a lot of side to side motion for about ten seconds. It is noise in my data set, but it is kind of cute. I realize all this scientific thinking is distracting me and I am effectively in the stone zone, so I just keep fucking her tight little ass. From this position I can observe her pussy easily, and it is still producing massive quantities of steaming juice, which flows down and supplies more lubrication for her ass. That is one hell of good design! I haven't yet had to do trig identifies or integration by parts in my head to keep from coming, which works surprisingly well, and really helps me remember the equivalencies, too.

Her breathing stabilizes and she opens her eyes and looks at me. Her expression is hard to read. Like she was sleepy or something, not herself. She does look nice, though, I must admit that. I like the feeling of her legs up against me and over my shoulders. I caress her thighs with my hands gently and she smiles a kind of vacant smile. I remember some fetish porn Kevin showed me once and begin to kiss her cute little feet. She does have nice feet.

Whoops can't let this bitch think I am falling for her! I stop kissing her feet and bite her toes. I stop caressing her thighs and grip them tightly, pulling her ass an inch or two above the back line of the couch and increasing the depth of my penetration into her ass. She does something with her hips I thought only invertebrates could do and somehow gets me a little deeper into her. What a slut! Back to my fuck muscle training. I go for maximum depth. She has another one of those bouncing waves inside the walls of her rectum! I sincerely hope that's not peristalsis! What is it? I like it anyway!

Now she is rolling her head back and grunting, and I notice all sorts of new juice gushing from her pussy! This couch will never be the same. She holds still for a minute and I take one of her feet back into my mouth and run my tongue between each of her toes in sequence, thrusting it like each pair of toes were legs and I was licking a little pussy in between them. Her eyes pop open like I had put smelling salts under her nose! I do it again. She uses her hands to grab the leather couch so hard she might rip the leather. She begins to chant. "Oh God! Oh God!"

I grab the other foot and do those toe gaps, too, thrusting my tongue as far out as I can, so that the thick base of my tongue actually forces her toes apart. She closes her eyes and essentially screams with her mouth closed. I bet her blood pressure is too high right now. Her ass grips my cock like it had Velcro gloves on. I might not be able to pull out if I wanted to. I don't.

Then suddenly her grip on me slips a little bit, and I am about to come. I want that mouth again. My intention is fuck her mouth and come down her throat again, but just as I get my dick up to her lips she sucks it in and puts one hand on the base of it to hold me there. Her hot little tongue is going wild, and I don't want to do anything to stop that. The other hand toys with my butt, and she makes tapping motions just like the butt plug DVD we watched together. Now she is literally milking my cock with her mouth, jacking the base of it with one hand, and returning my favor and fucking my ass with a finger of the other hand. I am no longer in control, she is.

Then for a few seconds, no one is in control. I see white lights and hear bells. She drains my balls. When she finally stops sucking, we collapse together on the couch. It is like lying together on a wet beach towel, except it's her juice that soaks it, not water. We both just try to breathe for a while.

Then she begins to giggle. She sounds like a happy little girl again. Finally, she asks "Is there such a thing as a mobile couch detailing service?"

We could use one. "Why did you switch to cotton panties?"

She didn't answer. I asked again, turning to look at her. She looks like the embarrassed little girl again. "I read on Google that it could help reduce vaginal odor."

Now I was the one giggling. "We probably should just replace this couch."

Sly smile again. "No! I have had really good luck on this couch, Robbie! I have sat on it four different weekends now, and I have had the best sex of my life every time!"

I gulped. "Which ..."

She cut me off. "Didn't your mother teach you never to fish for complements, Robbie?"

Her exact words, in fact. At least I knew that Chrissy had only been with Big Bones once. That helped. Then the engineer in me had to review the potential permutations and combinations of the events she described, and their possible and most likely ordinal rankings. That helped too, but I would still have to work on my game.

.......

Carmencita had learned some remarkably interesting stuff about her husband during her interrogation and sex sessions. His brain had developed far faster than his body, especially considering his late onsite of puberty that was common in profoundly gifted boys. As a result, he had wild adolescent hormonal urges running through a high horsepower brain, which generated complex and compelling sexual fantasies that were never resolved. Under the proper stimulation, he had revealed them. The normal attraction of a young boy for his older female teachers had generated incredible strong desires for women in their 40's 50's and even 60's, and he visualized doing very improper things (at least for school teacher in her classroom) to them.

Carmencita knew that some of her college classmates that now taught elementary school by day were highly promiscuous by night. Perhaps she should keep more separation from them? Or find an older but sexually active teacher and bless such an assignation to get it out of his system? Perhaps she could start slowly by dressing and acting the part herself. That sounded like a fun evening surprise for Alexander and her. A little internet research revealed a trove of "Grannies I'd like to Fuck" or GILF porn. Maybe they could stumble on some of that to introduce the subject and get it out in the open.

He also had a very buried and compartmentalized attraction for some men. He had suppressed it an early age because he knew his parents and most of his contemporaries would strongly disapprove. He had all the normal feelings of excitement and lust about many girls his age (in addition to the older teachers) but very occasionally his lust would be focused on another male, usually one older and what you might describe as someone who had undergone a very early onset puberty, in contrast to Alexander's very late development. His feelings for the girls were much more frequent and socially appropriate, like wanting to hold their hands, go on walks together, be seen with them and kiss them goodnight and hopefully more. With one man in ten thousand, he wanted fast and anonymous oral sex, like what happened in some parks at night, or the pre-AIDS bathhouse culture she had read about. He had never done any of that, and by the time he was recruited, even so young, he had completely suppressed and buried these feelings and even the agency screening had never discovered them. She had no idea what to do about that.

His desire to be restrained and controlled sexually was easy to understand. In his daily life as a field agent, he always had to be completely under control and vigilant just to stay alive and function. Under frequent increased stress, he had to be even more vigilant and more controlled. Many men and women in such high stress situations sought refuge in periods of complete submission. If someone else was in control, they could let go and respond sexually without the inhibitions that were required in their 'normal' life.

This is exactly what Suzanne Pliskin had discovered. Not because she set out to compromise Alexander or harm him. She truly was grateful to him for saving her lover from injury. When she saw him almost completely restrained as he was, yet able to function sexually, her natural proclivities must have kicked in. He was single, so was she, and they both got off, so no harm no foul, except maybe to her freshman boyfriend if he found out. If it had ended there, Carmencita could have lived with it and moved on.

But her approach to Alexander in times of great stress, after she knew about his marriage, and even threatening his career, was well beyond the pale. She was a powerful person and the daughter of Alexander's boss, so Carmencita would have to tread carefully. But she would find a way to give Suzanne her just desserts, no matter how long it took.

.......

Chrissy and I slept soundly for almost eight hours Friday night. We were planning to spend Saturday night here at the condo too. I woke before her, with my usual morning wood, but my hot desire for anger sex was gone. As I watched her sleep, great tenderness welled up inside me. I really did love her. Maybe even beyond my similar feelings for Millie, and Summer. I would never be swayed from Lara or Nora, those bonds were now sacrosanct, but Chrissy was something special, nevertheless. I was reminded of Red Rock Tappert talking about Veronica. He said that her happiness and pleasure was as important or more important than his own, and that clearly made him happy and content, too.

How could I let Chrissy know I felt that way about her? I would have to ponder that. Right now. I had a yen to eat her sweet little pussy. I carefully pulled back the sheets to expose us both, and then slipped off the bed carefully as not to shake it too much and wake her. She shifted her body when I moved and turned fully on her back with her legs spread, her head still on the pillow. If she had been deliberately scheming to attract my oral attentions, there could have been no more effective pose. Her flat little belly rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her dirty blonde bush had been recently trimmed, as I had just noticed. Her magic triangle was pink and blonde and brown and beautiful and was partially lit by a shaft of morning sun peeking around a curtain. She looked well beyond good enough to eat.

With my knees of the floor I moved to the foot of the bed and rested my chest on the sheets I had pulled back. I crept toward her slowly, until my nose was about 8 inches away from her. She startled a little in her sleep, pulling her knees up a little and spreading them out a little wider. What a perfect design!

It might have been my breathing, or the air conditioning kicking on to create a slight draft, or she might have been awake all along, but she stirred and opened her eyes and looked down at me.

She looked surprised, and then pleased. "Good morning!" she said. "What are you doing?"

I made eye contact with her and smiled. "I was hoping for a kiss?"

She smiled again, that little mischievous grin, and then pulled her knees up a little more. Perfect. "Well?" she asked.

I moved slowly. I wished I had my Suzie receiver going, because I wanted to take it slow and make her beg me for more. But I knew the basic procedure, and even without hearing her Suzie, I could watch for other signs. In Chrissy's case, her production of fluid was a wonderful estimator. I started kissing her about mid-thigh on her left leg, and she stretched out and enjoyed it. Me too.

I worked my way up to that wonderful little muscle right near the inside of her leg, which Saskia had taught me was the top of the Vastus Medialis, and blew gently towards her pussy, and then moved over to the right leg, to perform the same progression. When I moved toward her center again, I made a little smacking my lips sound and she involuntarily pushed her hips forward, moving her pussy closer to my mouth.

My plan was working. I had always wanted to say this to a woman. This was my chance.

"Chrissy, we need to talk!"

"Talk?" She sounded very impatient! "Now! About what?"

"Chrissy, we really need to talk about your vaginal odor!"

I looked up at her. She had this expression on her face like she had just run over a dog with her car, or something. Surprised, unhappy, regretful, frustrated. I let it go on for about two seconds.

"I love the way you smell. I have told you before how much I like it. It is strong, especially when you get worked up, but its sweet and tangy and wonderful. I love it when you get worked up, so don't you ever stop.

She still had not moved or said anything.

"If you are ever feeling self-conscious about it, or need some assurance it is okay, just find me wherever I am and sit on my face!"

She began to giggle just as my tongue reached her.

She made a lot more noises in the next half hour, and I must have swallowed a pint of her juices. Damn it tasted fine! She never begged, but she did say "Yes!" a lot, so I was pleased with my efforts. She volunteered to make breakfast, and I pulled the sheets off the bed and headed for the little washer dryer. We both had on jeans and a tee shirt. When I came back from the little laundry area, I noticed she had opened all the windows and curtains, to air the couch out.

We cleaned up the breakfast stuff and walked over to the big window that overlooked the pool. The temperature was still very comfortable and there were already two women sunning themselves on loungers, while two men sat at the same table in regular chairs reading newspapers.

"Did you bring a suit, Chrissy?"

She smiled. "Yes, but it's kind of skimpy. Are you sure you want me to wear it in public?" There was a challenging tone in her voice that got me to thinking.

"Let me tell you a story about that pool, Chrissy."

"Oh goody. Will this get me worked up?"

"We will have to see. You asked about things I have done when I got hot, but this story is about something two girls did right down by that pool, to get me hot!"

"This I want to hear!"

"I can't use any names..."

She asked, "because they are wonderful young ladies that you are proud to call your friend?"

"Exactly, so let's make it into a hypothetical situation that you can identify with. Imagine that you are here with me, and ... what was the name of your temporary roommate that you enjoyed so much?"

She looked interested. "Sandy."

"Sandy is here too, visiting you."

"What happens?"

"It's your idea actually, but you have talked Sandy into it. You two go right down to that pool, to those two loungers right across the pool from us, next to the two guys reading. See them? You sit on those loungers and look up to be sure that I am watching. I am. You can see me in the window. But I don't know what you have planned."

"Yes, and?"

"Both those two women and their husbands are watching you closely."

You ask Sandy to put suntan lotion on you. She does. Slowly, sensuously, and you both enjoy it."

"Ohhhh!"

"Then you put it on her. You are very thorough, covering all her exposed skin and even making sure you get under the edges of her swimsuit. Slowly, gently, rubbing it in with tender loving care. You know what I mean?"

"Ohhhhhhhh."

"Then you both lay back and hold hands. The husbands just can't stop looking. The wives are shocked, but they look too."

She doesn't say anything, but her facial expression looks dreamy again.

You look up in the window and you hope I am watching and getting hard."

"You reach up and take off your top. After all, this is Austin, not Boston."

"OMG!"

Then you say to Sandy, loud enough for the other couples to hear, that you need some more lotion."

"Fuck!"

"Not yet. But Sandy is turned on now too. She starts to put the lotion on your breasts, and the two women get up, gather their stuff, and leave the pool. The husbands go with them, but they turn to watch you until they are out of sight."

"You and Sandy both look up at me. I am glued to the window, watching everything. You both gather your stuff and come back up the stairs to the condo. Once inside you lock the door, then push Sandy up against it and kiss her."

"Where are you, Robbie?"

"I am coming down the steps, naked and hard, watching the two of you kiss."

She closes her eyes and gets another dreamy look on her face.

"Then Sandy kisses you, roughly. I am five feet away and staring at you both."

"Go on! Tell me what happens then!"

"That would be up to you and Sandy. I would do anything you two want!"

She closes her eyes and sighs. "You tell a pretty good story, Robbie!"

I reach into my jeans and start to play with my cock. "Why don't you tell me the rest of the story, Chrissy, the way would want it to happen?"

She does. She has a unique story telling style. She says one sentence, then sucks my dick for a moment, then repeats the sequence. It is a long story, and like any good storyteller, she kept her audience hanging on every word. I really liked the ending, too.

.......

Big Bones' team had just checked in the hotel in Seattle. They had a team meeting this afternoon and then a break until tomorrow, the day before the game. This was a time he would normally go cruising the hotel for a groupie, and there were always plenty of choices. But none of them seemed to appeal to him. None of them were Chrissy.

He was totally clean for his drug test. He had not had anything but a beer or two before he was with Chrissy. Maybe that was why it was so good? He had kept to himself the entire week., not responding to the booty call texts, snaps, tiks, and instas and not going out to the usual spots where women could hit on him and he could take his pick, sometime two at a time. He had good workouts and a good week in practice. He was mean and nasty to the practice squad guys, and he was looking forwarding to destroying the rookie OT that would be on him most of Sunday's upcoming game.

But there was something else he was looking forward too even more, and he didn't want to wait until the end of the season to get it.

.......

Chrissy and I went down to the pool and put lotion on each other and enjoyed the sun for a while. She kept her top on, as there were lots of other people out there by now, but everyone was checking her out. Some of the women were even looking at me.

We showered and dressed a little more formally and went to the evening buffet at J's. When we finished eating, Chrissy took my hand, and said "Movie Night!"

She got Kevin's DVD out and turned it over to look at both sides. "They almost look like mirror images of each other, with the colors reversed, too. "

"I think the color reversal is whole idea. The author said he got the idea from an old Star Trek TV episode."

"I loved those. Was it the one where one planet had people the that were black on the left side of the face and white on the right, and the other planet was the reverse, and they fought over racial superiority?"

"Yep, and the Enterprise crew at first couldn't even tell the difference. Even when the people from the two planets told them why they were fighting, the Federation crew still couldn't believe it."

"How do you know the writer of this story, Robbie?"

"Let's just watch the other movie, then talk about it."

"Okay, but Mei Ling told me to watch it a certain way. I have to sit right next to you and put one hand in your lap, so I can tell which scenes get you excited!"

I had never actually watched either movie. Kevin ran the "Texas Fuck Match" scene for me once, saying it was based on one of Lou Baby's gang bang fantasies. Seeing Orinda's beautiful black pussy stirred up some nice memories, but rest of it didn't do much for me. Maybe Chrissy and I could both learn something by watching the whole thing.

Chrissy put the "B" side in the player and kept the remote in her right hand. She sat to my right on the couch and laid her left arm across my lap. Not right on my dick, just nearby.

"I guess in this version the main star is white instead of black, and Aggie is black instead of white?"

I did not know what she meant exactly. She hit play.