The Lusty Les-Been

That I'll get it.

She slowly shifts her butt until it rests onto the the floor.

I tug the stopper out with my bad hand, I listen to the drain gurgle as it sucks out the pink water.

I feel fingers trespass my inner thigh, sending a throb into my groin, gaining my instant attention.

I quickly grab it.

"What are you doing." I huff as my dick begins to fill with blood.

"Sorry I didn't think you were that close..." She says innocently. Making gestures with her hands that she needs help getting up. My body tingles as my good hand grapples her under her arm and I pull her to her feet. Her skin feeling like velvet under my fingers.

She stumbles a bit and I wrap my hands around her waist. I inhale sharply as there is a loud pop from my bad hand, and fresh pain erupts from within it.

"Shit Geoff, was that you hand?" she asks, stabilizing herself against the wall.

"Yeah, but it's feeling better now." I say as the pain begins to subside, and I does indeed begin to feel better.

I release her, and guide her into the shower towards the back of the tub, so when I release the water from the shower head, the cold water doesn't give her a quick shock. As soon as the water begins to warm, she automatically traverses into the falling water.

My dick roars, as I watch the water bounce off her skin. Her breasts shake as she runs her fingers into the grains of her scalp.

I begin to close the curtain and make to leave, but she stops me. "I need you to get in here, I'm feeling dizzy." She says grabbing ahold of shower brace, and rests her body against the wall.

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea." I say feeling my cocks becoming more erect by the second.

"Please, I'm not feeling good." She whines sounding pitiful and innocent.

"Fine." I say going against my better judgment...and the painful pulse from my manhood.

I grab a towel, to wrap it around myself to keep "IT" from grazing onto her, and hopefully keeping me in control.

I step into the tub, take up a defencive stance behind her, so I can grab her if she falls. She turns toward me, resting her head on my chest and wraps her arms around my back. I feel like I may start to hyperventilate.

My starved body now being held for the first time in almost a year... her tits... squishing themselves against me... isn't helping much.

"Calm down Geoff." Laura says, patting my back. "relax."

"Sorry." I croak out trying to relax and I find, after a few minutes, that my all muscles are clenching up so much they are beginning to become sore.

I have to force them to loosen, and after a few moments I feel like a burden is lifting free from my shoulders.

I take a deep breath and sigh, absorbing the warm water while being held by a beautiful woman. I rest my chin atop of her head and close my eyes.

I feel her kneading her fingers into my back sending pulses to my dick enthralling it further. she massages a little stronger, pushing them in deeper causing a groan to escape my throat.

"Feel better?" she asks while reaching up behind my back with her hands, gripping my shoulder muscles, before rubbing all the way down my back. Settling them near the edge of my towel. My cock protests against the cloth cage that is holding it at bay.

"We are injured..." I say the muscles in my stomach and chest growing tighter.

"We are." she says in agreement before kissing along my chest, stopping to put my nipple into her mouth, and biting it softly. I grown and step back a little bit.

"We shouldn't be doing this now." I say my body shaking. Not only from need but from the cold air, but because I'm retreating away from the warm flow of water.

"You aren't thinking clearly." I say. "I...I don't want to be..."

"What?" she asks crossing her arms under her breasts.

"I like you, but your going through something and I don't want to be used...or use you." I say.

"I...don't mean this to be like that." she says reaching out and pulls me back into the warm water.

Laura resets her head against my chest, re-embracing me, her hands return to my hips and their venture down. My member slams aggressively against the cloth wall.

Her hands stop at the brim of my covering. She kisses my chest and sends probing fingers under the material while using her thumbs to grip my hip muscles. In a short few seconds the material breaks loose and falls away. Springing forth all my desire, freeing its meaty prisoner.

She stays quiet for a few minutes, exploring my cocks curves and veins, like others have before... but she seems hesitant.

She silently rubs the head, sending shivers across my body, her hand begins its trip down the bottom side of my shaft. I feel it...travel up the top of her wrist, then up her forearm stopping at the bend in her arm...and with a twist to the side it ventures slightly past her elbow.

"What's wrong?" I ask. She hesitates, I become unnerved waiting for her answer.

"It's...a bit too much." she breathes.

"What do you mean?" I say nervously. Her tone shifting into like that of someone unsure of their decision.

"I don't know." she says a sounding a little disappointed. "I...don't think this is gonna work..."

My guts feel like they've began to tie themselves into knots, and my throat felt as dry as ash. I step back, away from the cascading water, before turning and leaving the shower. She didn't say anything as I begin shoo away the water on my body with a towel, and once dry I grab my clothes, before leaving the bathroom with her now leaning against the shower wall.

My hunger now turning bitter in my stomach, I need to get out of the house; my legs feel restless. I retrieve my pants from Laura's room and slide into them, securing my 38 in my right pocket before I climb into my shirt.

I return to my room and pull on my boots, belt, and my grandfather's shoulder holster in which I deposit the pistol into. Before leaving the house, I decide to grab my camo jacket seeing frost on the windows. My smokes still lay on the coffee table, the lighter safely snuggling up in the plastic sleeve like a little marsupial. I light one up before walking out the door. I look and check to see Sheila's car is gone, and am delighted that it is, I lock the door and leave to clear my mind.

I walk back to the house about two and a half hours later, my body feeling sore and my good hand lugging a bag filled with the bear necessities. Cigarettes, wrist brace, Bactine, and pain pills.

No stores seem to carry a brace for the whole hand, a serious marketing hole I think. I round the corner of my street and see two cop cars, and Sheila in my driveway.

"What the fuck." I mumble annoyance grasping me firmly. I look over to my neighbors house and see his light is on. Paul is an old guy, and has been my friend since I was a teen, so I crossed the block toward his place; praying not to be spotted.

Once across I thank God, I walk behind Paul's fenced off backyard, concealing me further. I round the gate and hear Wishes come out and bark a few times before scratching and bumping up against the fence door.

"That you Geoff?" I hear Paul ask before I can get to the main door unlatched.

I laugh. That old man doesn't miss a beat. "Yeah, it's me Paul."

I open the gate, I'm under immediate barrage of doggie kisses and full body tackles. I take some time to give Wishes love before slowly making my way to Paul while trying not to be toppled by her.

"What's with the Law at your place?" Paul asks sipping from his iconic "Stud Muffin" coffee mug.

"Not sure, could be multiple things." I say. "Probably one."

I free myself from my jacket and unclip my shoulder holster, and give it to Paul.

"Good thinking." Paul says taking the bundle from me, and depositing it in his soup cabinet. "Them cops likely to shoot ya for wearing that, whether you're certified or not."

"Yeah, I figure." I reply.

"So, what's this about kid?" Paul asks sitting in the armchair next to the window and switching off the lamp. I take a seat next to him so I can just see the show without worry of being seen, and begin telling him everything...except the sexual encounter stuff.

"I reckon she is trying to spin this as you attacking Laura instead of her." He says sounding a little grumpy. "Perhaps you should stay here till they leave."

I shake my head. "They will be back one way or another, best just go talk to 'em. I'm not armed and you have my gun so it won't be stolen if I get arrested for some bull shit charge."

"Which will probably happen." He says taking another sip of coffee as we watch the fiasco. Laura comes out of the house now still bruised up, in her pajamas and a thick blanket draped around her shoulders. She began to argue with Shelia in front of the police. The officers move to split them up and question Laura, a female officer examining her wounds.

"You know that hand isn't going to go in your favor." Paul says pointing out my braced hand and the purple knuckles.

"Yeah I know...but I'm right handed officer." I say in a mocking tone.

Paul rolls his eyes and smirks.

...and that's pretty much how it went for the first ten minutes of so, Sheila's story about my handgun fell flat after some searching. Not until Laura's and my statements corroborated one another. Thankfully now the one sitting in the back of a cop car... wasn't me, but Sheila. Ironic really, I stood there for a bit watching a bit stunned I wasn't going to jail for a nutty charge.

I wear an ear to ear grin at the curb as Sheila's "cab" turns left at the end of the street and out of site. I turn to look at Laura, she's observing me through her squinting eyes, which glint in the humming street light. Noticing me, she clutches her blanket tighter around herself and walks into the house, letting the screen door slam shut behind her.

I fish into my bag and retrieve something to smoke, but as soon as it touches my lips I find I'm just too damn tired to smoke it. I cross the yard and mount the steps. Once inside, I lock up once again and head to my room passing near Laura's room. Her light is still on and I stop. My dick grumbles but my stomach still feels sick for being rejected. I decide to let my desire fade, and return to my room.

I open the door and close it behind me. The bed looks so alluring I just crawl on top of it; my clothes and boots still on. I reach over and flick on my heating pad, since my room tends to get frigid at night... It does wonders, though it's not as good as a woman.

I lay watching the shadows of the trees dance across my ceiling, and drift slowly to sleep.

I begin to dream, one of those dreams that seem almost too real for words.

I get the sensation of hands running up and down my legs gently tugging my boots free of my body. I hear the clattering of something metal and then feel a soft grip on my wrists. My arms then get a transport to my barred headboard, coupling with tight grips of metal upon them. My arms protest against the binding for a moment until they become comfortable.

Then comes the excruciatingly slow unzipping of my jacket, hands massage my chest and shoulders. I groan as the hands grip my sore trapezius muscles. The sensations stay there for a while longer, until they become restless, and venture forth exploring further. I feel my shirt lift just enough for them to saunter through my tufts of hair, and gently clasp at my muscles.

This in turn causes my hips to shift uncomfortably due to my erection being constrained behind my ever tightening pants. The hands seem to notice this because I feel the button atop my pants pop free, and the zipper sliding down there after, just enough to ease some of my discomfort before it wanders yet again across my hips, fluctuating its grip on my skin, all while sliding down my pants. My cock pulsates wildly, dragging across the hairs on my stomach.

The hands leave my body for a while, I feel my dick spring up several times off my stomach, as though beckoning the hands back. Lips, out of nowhere, gently brush my balls near the shaft. My Throbbing flesh raises up quickly, making contact with the side of someone's face.

The hand returns with a giggle, and forces down my greedy member, before continuing the teasing nips and pulls against my skin. It stops again, and I wait impatiently, automatically forcing my penis to spasm against the hand, testing its restraints it has over me. The lips seem to grow annoyed, because they part and fangs protrude out of them and bite into one of my balls. I let out a deep groan, one that hasn't escaped my lips in years, and I almost wake up from my slumber.

The lips and hands disappear, as I swim in and out of consciousness. I fall back into sleep and the bed sinks under a weight. I feel the dastardly hand return thighs wrap themselves around me, and then breasts pressing against my shirt.

A hand slides down between our bodies and angles me into a warm wet hole. It's so damn heavenly and tight I have to hold back a scream of pleasure, strong enough that it would surely have rocked me out of this blissful slumber. I feel it sink in, and become lodged against a shallow wall. My hips react, perhaps too savagely, and thrust upwards in a vain attempt to swallow itself up inside the pocket further.

Two hands this time react, pressing firmly against my stomach. The legs constrict around me and the hand grips my flesh harder as though in anger or annoyance. The hole stays still, unmoving as a silent protest to my earlier assault. the fingers gripping me loosen and the legs unlock their clamp. I feel the weight shift again and breasts move up my shirt as the woman relaxes. Her arms wrap themselves under my shoulder blades. The breasts rests just shy of my chin, and soon after her head rests beside my own.

Once acclimated upon me, her hips gently churling against my pain. My head swims, and the motion sends my thoughts back in time, of a little stream I visited as a boy. A beautiful little river, called the Cossatot. Its peacefully crisp waters glide over the river rocks that dwells just beneath its surface. Her soothing groans and breathing resemble the cheerful burbling river.

In my mind, I stand at the water's edge. Remembering my youth, of trying to toss rocks across to the other side... I'd pick up a few stones and contemplate tossing the stones into the water. I decide I will skip one of them swiftly across the the crystal clear surface. I feel a pull from my loins as I wind up a good solid throw.

I whip it out across the river. The first toss skips twice before sinking below its surface. The second drops just short of the other. I grab my last rock, look at the other side of the bank and then I haul back and toss it as hard as I can muster. It goes farther, and I watch it shatter against the rocky hillside with a pop that I felt more than heard.

I feel my body tip as I overthrow and stumble towards the warm waters, I try and brace myself against the fast approaching ground but my hands seem locked above my head, an "Oh shit." erupts from the fog, but not from my mouth.

I blink my cloudy eyes in the near blackness and make out a shape of a woman atop me. I try to raise up from the bed, but my wrists reply with a painful bite. I test the restraints them unmoving, also I find I have a bar gag in my mouth, I begin to feel panic well up within me. I feel warm liquid rolling down my balls, and the tightness of a condom around its circumference.

Someone is lying flat against my chest, out of breath taking large gobs of air. once its lungs fill with enough oxygen it raises up and continues to ride me. My dick screams at the over stimulation. The waves of ecstasy leave me replacing themselves with stress.

"MMUH HMMM!" I try and scream through the muzzle as the shadow began to rise and fall more violently upon my dick, sending shockwaves of post cum pain through my groin.

The shadow doesn't seem to hear or care for my cries, it just continues its assault. I writhe against the body and try and shift sideways in hopes of bucking off my attacker. The Shadow reacts swiftly grabbing my chest and pressing it down. I continue to squirm as the shadow forces more of my length into itself letting a cry escape its lips.

A moan mindlessly escapes me when the shadow randomly swoops down, bares its fangs, and gnaws at my collar bone. The rhythm intensifies, as I feel my dick grinding against the back of the shadow's pussy and my balls get ready to explode. I lock up, my toes curl, and... the shadow stops moving.

I groan against the bar. A barrage guttural noises announce my body's annoyance with the turn of events. I try and buck, but her legs stiffen causing me to not get the friction I need. The edging sensation flees from me leaving me with frustration and an angry dick.

The shadow sensing my coming release having been thwarted, begins pistoning my cock in and out of her once again. maddeningly slow at first, then in time she begins gaining momentum, roughly jabbing my dick deep into her cunt. The shadow begins to grunt, as though through clenching teeth, at the impact against its walls. The grunts turn to moans, as liquid begins to flow out more freely down my cock, I can see it glistening in the dim light.

"Oh fuck." moans the shadow, and I am pleasantly grateful the shape belongs to Laura, as she leans back grabbing my knees as she cums on my dick.

Even with the condom on I can feel the muscles inside her contract and squirm. I shift uncomfortably against the handcuffs my wrist beginning to hurt and my swollen hand begins to throb painfully.

She notices my discomfort and in a few moments of her fumbling in the covers beside us I see a shimmer of silver. Laura's breasts slap me across the face as she leans down to unclasp the sore hand, but before I can pull my hands free completely, she secures the loosened cuff around my other wrist.

I reach down to remove the gag, but she grabs my hand and tenderly sucks each finger, before turning it over and nibbling each fleshy part of my palm. The sensation makes me grind and buck, and when she sinks her teeth in my wrist I cry out against the gag. She giggles at my pleasure and releases my hand.

I reach up, again try to take off the gag, but she stops all her movement before saying. "Take off that gag and I'll stop fucking you."

I groan a protest then lay my hand uselessly to the side.

"Good boy." She laughs, adjusting her legs so she was in a sitting position atop me. The change in position lands me square on her g spot, I can feel my bent dick pushing firmly against the spongy patch of skin. She half grinds, half drops herself against my shaft, sending a bit of pain into me. My dick not being use to such acrobatics, especially when so erect, causes me to groan painfully and bite down on the gag.

"Juss... just hold... on." She stammers out as she prepares to cum again atop my dick. She shoots out onto my belly and nether regions as she squirts. She rises off my cock, letting it slap down onto my wet belly, and collapses backward on the bed. Her back landing between my legs, and ass squishing my balls.

My dick throbs from the bending and the fury of not releasing yet. I impatiently wait for her to recover from her spasms, hoping she will stop using me like a toy, and just fuck the come out of me.

"That was..." she mumbles out, in wheezing breaths. "Your dick is a nice toy, albeit a bit too big for my tastes."

She rolls off of me and bounces off the bed. I growl in warning, feeling like I'm about to lose my mind.

"Don't growl at me." she says strolling into my bathroom, I hear the toilet seat drop with a clatter, as she began to take a piss. "You want me to make you come?"

I grunt in acknowledgment.

"Why should I?" she replies in a cute little voice.

I growl again.

"Oh, what you gonna do." she says while I hear my shower turn on. " Maybe I should just take my time in here."