The Straw Man

by Bonnie Dee

  After several moments of tonguing his balls and fucking his anus with just the tip of her finger, she pulled away and looked up. "You like that?"

  "Oh, yes," he moaned, stroking her hair back from her face. "Wonderful!"

  Marie smiled and took his dick in her hand again. She drew it back into her mouth and resumed sucking, harder now, grasping his shaft with a tight grip and moving her fist briskly to bring him to climax.

  Helpless against the force of her will, he thrust his hips, filling her mouth deeply with each push. The pace increased and his control slipped as he held her head between his hands and fucked her mouth. His unbridled desire as he plunged into her again and again was exciting. Marie used her teeth to keep him from going too deep and making her gag. He hissed when they scraped his cock. The pain added the extra push he needed to take him over the edge. He came with a hoarse cry, throwing back his head and pumping into her mouth.

  She felt more than tasted the burst of warmth at the back of her throat and swallowed it down. Her jaw ached and her knees were sore from kneeling on the hard floor, but she felt a thrill of exultation at the results of her work. Sam was so overwhelmed his thighs trembled and his knees threatened to buckle. She released his penis and put her hands at his hips to steady him.

  He breathed raggedly as he recovered from his powerful orgasm. "Thank you," he gasped, breathlessly. His eyes opened and he gazed at her with an expression of profound gratitude bordering on adoration, combing his fingers through her hair then caressing her upturned face. Sinking down to his knees in front of her, he gathered her into his arms and held her close.

  "My pleasure." Marie smiled and pressed her mouth to his shoulder, reveling in being enfolded in a lover's embrace for the first time in a very long time. She buried her nose into his warm skin and breathed him in.

  They clung together for several long moments then Sam rose, took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. He scooped her into his arms, one arm around her back, the other behind her knees, lifting her as if she didn't weigh anything. "I'm the one who should be doing things to you. This is your night. Where shall I take you?"

  She rested her head against his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung tight. "Upstairs. My bedroom is on the right." With her bare feet dangling over his arm, Marie felt like a little girl. It was sweet and comforting to be carried like this. She was intimately aware of the side of her bare breast sliding against his chest. Each delicate touch sent waves of desire coursing through her. She was still wearing her sweatpants and panties, and couldn't wait to shed them and be completely naked.

  Sam carried her up the steps, his weight making the third from the top creak loudly as it always did. She needed to fix that one of these days, which she'd been telling herself for five years. As he carried her through the doorway into her bedroom, she reached out to the wall and flipped the light switch. The orange glow of her bedside lamp bathed the room, which she'd decorated in shades of dull red and earthy brown. The warm colors made the room seem cozier on this suddenly blustery night. Wind rattled the windowpanes and a spatter of rain drove against the glass.

  "So this is where you sleep." He laid her down on the antique coverlet. "I've thought of you at night, wondered what you were doing when you weren't with me."

  Marie's curiosity was piqued. "You thought of me? You were aware—before tonight?"

  "Aware?" He looked thoughtful. "Yes. I recognized you. There was a … consciousness of the world around me, but now there's so much more. Here. Inside me." He rested a hand on his chest and he frowned as though trying to understand it himself.

  She tried to picture the rudimentary feelings he might have had and what it would be like to have those budding thoughts burst into full bloom, complex and colorful. "Why did it take so long, I mean, between my making the wish and you showing up at my door?"

  "You asked for a night. That's what we have." Sitting beside her, his weight dragging the mattress down, he brushed the hair back from her forehead. Stroking her face, he gazed into her eyes and brought her hand up to his lips. He kissed it then pressed it over his thumping heart. "Feel my heart? It's bursting for you." The sappy words spoken with complete sincerity, sounded utterly earnest and true coming from him.

  Marie smiled.

  He put her hand down and reached for the waistband of her sweats, tugging them down her hips along with her panties.

  She lifted her ass so he could slide them off her. Lying before him naked, she resisted the urge to cover her sex and hide it from him.

  His eyes feasted on her body, exploring every inch of it, the expression in them making her feel beautiful. He touched her all over, stroking her hair, cupping her face in his palms then touching her eyelids, nose, cheekbones and lips with his fingers. He smoothed his hands down her neck to her chest and breasts, fondling her tits lightly before moving on down her belly. It twitched as his fingers skated over it, and Marie anticipated his touch on her eagerly waiting pussy.

  His hands lingered, dipping into her navel then toying with the dark triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. His fingers skated around the edge of her pubis and fluffed through the hair, coming close to the sensitive bud of her clit but not touching it.

  She shivered in anticipation. His delay tactic heightened her senses until she wanted to scream at him to touch her already.

  He ran his hands down her smooth legs all the way to her feet, scooting back on the bed so he could reach them. Picking one up, he wiggled each toe then ran his fingernail up her arch, firing her nerve endings and making her squirm and shriek with laughter. "Stop!"

  "They're so perfect and small." He kissed her foot and sucked on each toe, slowly, thoughtfully, and excruciatingly.

  She forgot to breathe as his mouth tenderly made love to her foot. She'd never really thought of her foot as an erogenous zone, but the fire radiating from his heated mouth, through her toes and up her leg directly to her loins, convinced her otherwise.

  By the time he'd kissed, licked and sucked every square inch of one foot, her body was bathed in sweat and shaking. Then he turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same erotic treatment.

  Marie moaned and writhed, her pussy flushed with desire and leaking cream onto her sheets. "Oh, my God. You have to stop! I'm going to come like this if you don't."

  He smiled and kissed her instep once more before setting her foot back on the bed. She collapsed against the mattress, quivering with need. At long last, he nudged her legs wide apart and knelt between them. Gazing at her pussy spread open before him, he appeared as entranced as a child presented with an amazing toy.

  Marie wondered how Sam knew what to do with her body. How had he known how to bring her to the edge of orgasm merely by stimulating her feet? What other kinds of knowledge had been poured into his newly created brain—only erotic information or other things as well? She pushed from her mind the more salient question of exactly how he had become a sentient being.

  After gazing at her pink folds and dark crevasse for several long moments, Sam leaned down between her legs, separated her labia and kissed her pussy. He dipped his tongue inside her yawning opening, sampling her juices, then swept it achingly slowly up to her clitoris.

  She gasped. Her stomach muscles twitched and her thighs tensed as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nerve bundle. It felt so much better than what she did with her finger or the tip of her vibrator. A soft, needy sound purred in her throat.

  Stopping to look up at her with those dark, almond eyes, he grinned smugly. He might be a freshly minted man but he had a typical male's ego about his ability to light her fire. He licked all around her clit without touching it, refusing to give what she so desperately desired. He moved farther down instead, bathing her labia and slipping his tongue deep inside her again.

  She writhed beneath him and finally begged, "Please!"

  Then he moved his mouth up to her erect bud, teasing and tickling it delicately then lapping over it hard. His t
ongue was so wet and hot. After he'd licked her clit for several strokes, he nipped it sharply with his teeth.

  Marie cried out and jerked, a powerful jolt of electricity shooting through her body from the point of contact. She thrust against his nuzzling mouth. Energy sparks shot through her nerve endings, awakening every inch of her body, as he licked her over and over with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. She tingled with escalating desire that slowly coiled inside her until it filled her whole being.

  Finally she could contain it no longer and the rising force detonated like a bomb. She came with a primal wail that made her glad she had no neighbors to hear her. Glorious light flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her torso arched off the bed and she felt she was flying, weightless and free—flying then free-falling back to the bed with a bump.

  She gasped a wordless exhale and her body twitched through shimmering waves of aftershocks. She was dimly aware of Sam kissing her thighs, her stomach and gently petting her like she was a shivering horse that needed calming. When she finally opened her eyes and looked down at him, his chin rested on her belly and he gazed up at her with a satisfied smile.

  "Still think I'm useless?" he asked.

  Her mind was blank for a moment then recalled her comment earlier in the day spoken to an inanimate scarecrow. She smiled at him sheepishly. "No. Not useless at all."

  Crawling up her body, he lay beside her, head propped on one hand. He bent to kiss her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue. After several deep kisses, he drew back to look into her face once more, examining every feature as though memorizing her. Down below she could feel his cock stiffening again, pressing into her thigh, hard and eager.

  Sam traced a hand over her forehead, her upturned nose and firm chin. He touched the sharp line of her cheekbone and the soft curve of her cheek. Then he ran his thumb over her lips. "So beautiful," he murmured under his breath, "and softer than I ever imagined."

  Her mouth opened automatically under his touch and her tongue tasted the salt of his skin. His hand was real. His caressing thumb was real. He was so real.

  She had another of those moments where her logical mind slammed into place telling her this was impossible. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this man. Magical, fantasy lovers did not exist. Her first assumption had been right and he was some vagrant who had simply borrowed the clothes hanging in her field … and she had taken him into her bed!

  "Are you really…"

  "Sh!" Sam laid his finger over her lips. "Don't." He shook his head and bent to kiss her. "I'm here now. That's all that matters." He covered her mouth with his then moved his lips along the line of her jaw and nibbled her ear lobe. He licked the soft skin just beneath it.

  Laughing, she clamped her cheek to her shoulder to stop him. "It tickles."

  He growled and tried to burrow past her defenses to attack her vulnerable neck.

  She shrieked and wiggled, pushing him away. "Stop!"

  Abandoning her neck, he kissed his way down to her chest and her breasts again. After sucking at each nipple for several moments, he pulled back to gaze at them and fondle them. "I love these."

  She smiled at his reverent tone. "They love you back." She put her hands on his shoulders and tugged. "Come here now."

  He moved back up her body, lying on top of her this time. His penis nudged insistently at her pussy seeking entrance, nestling in the groove of her crotch and brushing against her over-stimulated clitoris. She wiggled and gasped at the contact. Reaching down between them, she grasped his thick shaft and guided it to her opening.

  "Ohhh." Sam gave a protracted sigh of fulfillment as he entered her with one strong thrust and was enveloped in her heat.

  Marie moaned at the sensation as the lips of her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. The warmth and vitality of a pulsing, living cock entering her body was wonderful after a long drought without a real man. It had been over a year since she'd had anything except her vibrator inside her. "Oh yes," she breathed, arching her hips to meet his deep thrust.

  He pulled out very slowly, hissing at the friction on his sensitive skin. Then, staring down into her eyes, he pushed into her once more, gliding on the lubrication of her soaking wet channel.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in at a new, better angle. She stroked his wonderfully hard, smooth back, cupped the swell of his ass and pulled him tight into her.

  For a few seconds, he simply stayed inside her while her muscles clenched around him, holding him fast. He moved slightly from side to side, stimulating the lips of her pussy surrounding his shaft. Finally he withdrew almost his entire length before repeating the long, aching slide back into her depths.

  Marie lost track of time as he continued the languorous pace of his lovemaking. With controlled thrusts he filled her again and again, slow, sure and steady, hitting a spot deep inside that started a glow of fire pulsing in her very core. She was dimly aware of the howling wind outside and the rain dashing against her windowpane. Sometimes the glass rattled in the frame from the gusts, but in the soft nest of her bed, in the warm glow of the lamplight, she and her lover were safe and complete in their circle of two.

  Arching to meet every stroke, she gazed into Sam's angular face. His black eyes glittered beneath half-closed lids. His mouth was slightly open and his chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily in time with his thrusting hips. Breathing. He's actually breathing, she marveled.

  Gradually, his motion increased and the lazy rhythm became more urgent. He drove into her with an intensity that made him grunt and was almost painful for her as it struck that sensitive spot deep inside. She gasped and clenched around him, then relaxed and gave in to the new, harder sensation.

  The sound of his manly grunts thrilled her on a primitive level. She groaned in response, eyes closing as she gave herself completely into his control. Again she felt the slow unfurling incited by the pressure of his cock deep inside her. He hit the right spot over and over and her excitement mounted.

  "Oh, God!" She clutched his sweaty shoulders, digging in her nails. Arching into him, she came once more, the roller coaster seizing and plunging her on a dizzying ride. She gasped and cried out as ecstasy burst through her. At almost the same moment, Sam came, his harsh cry a deep, reverberating counterpoint to her high wail. His cock pulsed and released.

  Her body clutched and held it fast and her arms and legs grappled him to her as if she would hold onto him forever. For a fleeting moment they were as one being, joined in more than a physical communion.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his weight pinning her to the mattress.

  She continued to hold him until their breathing had slowed and steadied. Then he rolled off to lie beside her and they rested together in contented silence, gazing at shadows on the ceiling, listening to the wind.

  Marie turned toward him, an arm flung over him and her head pressed to his sweat-slicked chest. She listened to his steady heartbeat, an echo of the drumming rain on the roof. She idly traced her finger in concentric circles around his areola.

  He shivered at her tickling touch.

  "I've been so lonely for such a long time," she confided. "I've met men, gone out on dates, but there's just no one who…" She trailed off, uncertain how to finish the sentence. Interests me, excites me, touches me, completes me? "Is perfect. Tonight has been just what I dreamed about. You're exactly who I wanted."

  "Real men aren't perfect. You mustn't expect them to be," he warned her.

  "I know that. Perfection would be boring. I want someone to challenge me, even fight with me sometimes. But I also want someone who understands me, who really knows me." Although she'd spent so little time with him, she felt she'd found the connection she'd been searching for. It didn't make sense. They'd barely spoken, but she already knew who Sam was. There was something between them that transcended words or physical attraction.

  "I know you, everything about you," he whispered, touching his lips to her hair. "And I
understand what you want and need. But this can't last."

  "Why?" She sighed. It already felt like a dream even as he held her close in his arms. "How long…"

  "Sometime before sunrise."

  "What if I stay awake?" She rolled onto her stomach and regarded him, folded arms resting on top of his chest. "What if we make love right through 'til morning? Maybe then you could stay."

  He smiled but it didn't touch his mournful eyes. He stroked her cheek and avoided her questions. "We still have time. Is there any special fantasy or desire you want fulfilled?"

  Suddenly all the wild, erotic daydreams Marie had spun and embroidered with lusty detail seemed superfluous. "No, nothing special. Just talk to me and then make love to me again."

  "All right." He lifted his head from the pillow and kissed her. "Tell me, have you considered planting flowers in the southwest field? You can earn more selling flowers than produce these days."

  Marie laughed at the unexpected, random comment. "We're talking farming? That's not exactly what I had in mind. Besides, how do you know what sells? What do you know of the world? Your experience is kind of limited."

  "I know everything, you know." A cocky smile curved his lips and his eyes sparkled. "And a hell of a lot more."

  "Oh, really?" She raised an eyebrow. "What's the capital of, uh, South Dakota?"

  "Pierre." He answered promptly, surprising her since she didn't know the answer. "What's my favorite color?"

  "Blue." She named her own favorite, thinking it was a safe bet.

  "Wrong. It's green. I have opinions, you know. I'm not a reflection of you."

  Where had his knowledge come from? What force had created and given him elements all his own, beyond the qualities she'd imagined for him?

  "All right." Marie sat up cross-legged and pulled the sheet around her naked shoulders against the slight chill in the room. "So, you think you know everything I know; what was the name of my favorite doll when I was little?"