by Kate Gilead
My erection and I don’t need to be told twice. I help her pull my pants down and over my woody, and then step out of them.
She’s eyeing my rod hungrily but I can tell she’s nervous and it touches my heart. “I…would you show me what you like? I mean, I’ve watched porn but I…it’s hard to tell, just from that. Maybe you like something different.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I say, caressing her hair. “Anything you do is gonna feel good. But yeah I’d love to show you. “
She nods and smiles but keeps her hands at her sides.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and touch it and see how it feels?”
She looks up at me and then takes me in her small warm hand. She grasps my shaft by the base and squeezes it, hesitantly at first, and then harder, getting a feel for it. She runs her fingers over it lightly, feeling its texture. “Its so hard, yet so soft,” she says. “I mean, the skin is soft, and silky. And hot.” She starts stroking the shaft. It feels nice but her grip is too gentle, too hesitant.
“Grab it like this, harder,” I say, and I wrap my hand around hers to show her how hard to squeeze it. “You won’t hurt it.”
She follows my lead, saying, “Oh, you like it grabbed that hard?” She sounds surprised but she squeezes it, good and hard.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe. “Now, stroke it like that all the way to the tip, but let up a little right at the top.” She does, making long, even strokes. I pull the bathrobe down off of her shoulders so I can see her tits. I bend to fondle and pinch her nipples, making her moan. Damn, she’s so hot!
“Mmmm, that’s good,” I say. “Now, open your mouth and touch the tip with your tongue.” She does. Jesus! “Yeah…oh, yeah. Lick it like that…and now, suck it into your mouth a little…yes, cover your teeth…yeah, Jesus! That’s so good, yeah…” Watching her full, bow-shaped lips nibble and swallow the head of my cock is making my balls surge dangerously.
She rolls her lips over her teeth and takes my dick partway into her mouth. It’s not wet enough down the shaft though. Holding it by the base, she licks all the way up one side and all the way down the other, drawing a gasping moan out of me.
My cock jumps in her hand and my hips pump towards her before I can stop them.
We’re both breathing harder. Getting into a rhythm now, she uses her tongue to lube my dick, then pulls it into her mouth again, a lot further this time. It’s hot and wet in there, and she starts flicking and licking the tip with her tongue as she holds it in her mouth.
God damn!
My dick swells and harden, my balls contract and my legs start to tremble. I’m about to blow my load into her mouth. Her breathing rises and she looks up at me with those gleaming copper-colored eyes. She uses her hand to stroke me again, saying, “Is that good, baby? You like that?”
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, and put my hands on either side of her head. She takes me into her mouth again, this time using suction all the way down, and my shaft swells and surges as the tip bumps against the back of her throat.
I try to pull back, holding off on my orgasm. I don’t know if she wants me to come in her mouth, I’m not sure if she’s ready for that.
But she won’t let me pull back. She puts one hand on my ass and holds on, taking me as far into her mouth as she can before drawing back, holding the suction in both directions as best as she can. She moans, takes a breath on the upstroke and holds her breath on the downstroke. All the while, she’s gripping the base of my dick nice and firmly, stroking upwards with her hand to meet her mouth as it goes downwards.
I can barely stand it.
“Look up at me, gorgeous,” I whisper, and when she does, her eyes are tearing slightly and her lips look hot and dirty and sexy as hell as they caress my shaft.
The sight pushes me over the edge. I try again to pull away but she won’t let me. Her fingers dig into my ass and she pushes her mouth as far down my cock as she can, moaning and wriggling her ass.
Fuck! That’s it, I can’t hold off any more.
“Damn…uhhhnnn!” The pleasure explodes in my balls and races up my shaft, firing my load straight down her throat. My movements stop, and all I can feel is the exquisite pleasure of my tip touching the back of her throat and her tongue bathing my length from underneath as I’m caught in the throes of another freakishly intense orgasm.
After a moment, I feel her tongue and throat contract as she swallows strongly, followed by heavy breathing through her nose.
I disengage and she looks up at me, eyes watering, lips swollen and hair mussed.
She’s the sexiest fucking sight I have ever seen, no exceptions.
Hell, this is probably the sexiest sight I will ever see.
I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms. “That was fucking fantastic!” I gasp. “Jesus, Brenda! You…that was really good.”
“It was? I thought you were enjoying it…I didn’t expect it when you…I mean, I wasn’t sure but I thought I could tell by how hard you were getting.” She’s talking excitedly, happy that she’s done well.
“Rrrraarrr!” I growl, and push her onto her back. I push the bathrobe entirely off of her, then kiss her swollen lips before working my way down to her hard nipples, giving each one equal love.
When I make my way down to her pussy, she’s hot, wet and tight, but she winces a little when I touch her opening.
“Oh, is that sore?”
“Only a bit,” she says.
“I’m sorry baby,” I kiss her clit. “I know something that’ll make it feel better,” I say.
I grab a throw pillow and put it under her ass, so that her pussy is fully exposed. I lick her hole gently and tease her clit. Then, slowly, very slowly, I insert one finger into her soaking passage, curling it carefully upwards and feeling for what I know is there. I find it, a slightly raised bumpy area, and let the tip of my finger rest against it. I don’t move, I just watch her and wait.
Soon, I feel her walls contracting gently against my finger, becoming tighter and more slippery. That’s my signal to lower my head and take her clit into my mouth, where it quickly hardens and begins to throb under my attentions.
I curl my finger, lightly rubbing her G-spot, and lick and suck her clit, alternating between aggressive tonguing and light teasing. Her moans quickly rise, her hips start circling, and she puts her hands on my head, saying “ahh, God, it’s too much, it’s too much…” But I don’t stop, because I know what’s about to happen will blow her mind.
And sure enough, her moans turn harsh and her thighs quiver and shake. Then, her breath stops and her whole body trembles, her hips pump once, twice, and again, pushing against me, and then…here it comes…her clit throbs against my tongue as her inner walls contract strongly and rhythmically against my finger. Her legs tense, her toes curl and her breathing turns into hoarse cries of ecstasy as she creams copiously all over my finger, convulsing in a powerful G-spot orgasm.
The first, I hope, of many to come. We both lay back, clutching each other and breathing hard. She laughs, shakily, and says “Holy shit! What the hell was that?”
“That,” I say proudly, “was my version of…”
Suddenly, someone starts pounding on the front door, making all three dogs bark like lunatics and scaring the shit out of both of us.
Chapter Twelve
Brenda
“What the fuck now?” Rob says. We look at each other, eyes wide.
“At least they waited until we finished,” I joke weakly, heart pounding.
“It’s after midnight,” he says, annoyed. Then, “Oh, shit.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks at me sheepishly. “I’ve been ignoring message notifications all night. Maybe I shouldn’t have.”
“Messages from who?” I ask.
“Dunno. I didn’t wanna look.” He gets up and puts his pants and his t-shirt back on, saying “You can stay in bed if you want, babe,” then he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I debate doing just that, but then that pounding comes again.
It sounds serious, so I figure I’d better get up and get dressed, just in case it’s some kind of emergency.
“Okay, shush,” I hear Rob say to the dogs, and they all stop barking immediately.
I find my clothes and get them on. I hear Rob say “oh, no!” and my heart sinks. Shit!
I hurry down the hall towards the front room. All three dogs are pacing in the living room, alert but quiet. The pounding comes again. Rob hasn’t opened the door yet. He’s standing by the couch, looking at his phone.
“Fuck!” he says, then he sees me coming towards him. The look on his face is indescribable.
“What? What, Rob?” My heart’s racing again…oh God it must be really bad.
“It’s Valeriss,” he says, his voice heavy with dismay.
“Valeriss?” I’m drawing a blank. “Who’s Valeriss?”
“My ex,” he says. “Her name’s Valeriss. Remember I told you about her? She’s here.”
He takes a deep breath, strides to the front door and flings it open.
Before he can say a word, a huge white Great Dane leaps through the open door and crashes into him, knocking him on his ass.
Crying and wailing, tail curled under its body, the dog climbs all over Rob, shaking and slobbering, turning this way and that, taking great big slurps at Rob’s face with its tongue. Its ears are plastered to its head, its whole entire body wagging and shivering. It’s wailing like it’s being crushed under the wheels of a truck or something.
“Meff! Meff! Oh you bad dog! Bad dog!” It’s a tinkly, little-girl voice. It can’t belong to anyone older than five or six years old. Then, “Jesus fuck, Robbie! I hate this fucking dog! Fuck! He drove me fucking nuts the whole fucking way down here!”
Whoa! Was this girl with the Tinkerbell voice raised by sailors or something?
I don’t have time to think anything else before Tiny, snarling, barrels into the side of the white Dane, knocking him into the wall. Princess is right behind, going straight for the Dane’s throat, snarling like a tiny devil. Diesel approaches but stops short of the fray, barking and freaking out.
Shit! I start towards the dogs but Rob, still sitting on the floor, reaches out and grabs Princess by the scruff, lifting her out of danger. She immediately goes limp. Rob looks around, spots me, and says “Here, take her!”
I step forward and grab her from his hands, and then step backwards, grabbing Diesel’s collar as I go. He calms down instantly and I’m able to lead him backwards without a problem. Thank God he’s such a good boy.
Tiny has the white Dane pinned in the corner. The Dane is on its back, showing its belly, tail curled completely under itself.
“Jesus, Valeriss,” Rob says, standing up shakily. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The owner of the sweet-voiced potty mouth walks through the door, steps past Rob and the dogs and then stops, staring at me.
She looks like something out of a seventies fashion magazine. Coatless, she’s wearing bell-bottom jeans and a knitted wool vest over a flow-y silk shirt with long wide sleeves. On her head is a flower-girl style hat with a big floppy brim. Her long, straight hair is parted in the middle, framing a heart-shaped, delicate face with huge, doll-like eyes.
Her eyes and nose are all puffy and red, as if she’s been crying.
“Oh, fuck! Am I interrupting something?” She takes off her hat and lets it drop to the floor.
“Yes. Yes, yes, you are interrupting something, very much, Valeriss. What …why are you here?”
Rob touches Tiny’s flank and the big Rottie backs off of the white Dane immediately. The Dane stays on the floor, still cringing and letting out the occasional wail.
“Go lay on your bed,” Rob says to Tiny. Tiny goes.
I have no idea what’s going on…or what to say if I did. So, I grab Princess’ carrier and put her into it, then I take that and Diesel down the hall to a spare room and put them inside for the moment.
From down the hall, I can hear Valeriss saying, “Well, I’m sorry Robbie but if you answered your fucking phone you’d have known I was coming.” Her voice sounds like she’s been crying recently…and is still teetering on the edge.
“Don’t gimme that, Valeriss. You know better. It’s after midnight for Chrissakes. Where are you coming from? D.C.?”
I go back into the living area and stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
“Yes,” she wails, and her face scrunches up as she sobs, “I came suh-suh-straight from D.C.!” She takes a deep breath, throws her head back and wails again, as un-self-consciously as a child. “Daddy’s dead, Robbie! Daddy’s dead and I…I…don’t…nuh…nuh….know what to do!”
“Dead? Valerian’s dead?”
“Yeh…yeh..yeh…hesssss!” she wails, and crumbles to the floor.
“Oh, no,” I say. “Your dad died? I’m so sorry!” I go over to where she’s sobbing on the floor, sit next to her and start patting and rubbing her back. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur. “Can I get you something? Do anything for you?”
“I’m sorry to hear that Valeriss,” Rob says, his voice softening. “What happened?”
“He dropped dead in the office,” she sobs. “Late last night! Donna, his secretary called me this morning. He was in a meeting with that fucking Tanner! I knew that fucker’d kill him some day!”
“Valeriss,” Rob says kindly. “I’m so sorry for your loss. But I doubt Tanner killed him. Valerian was what, four hundred pounds? On his third heart attack? Come on, now.” He comes over to us reaches down, patting her arm. “Come on. Get up, let’s have a cup of tea or something. Okay?”
She sobs for a moment more, then sits up, looking at us blearily. “Thank-you,” she says, and then throws herself into my arms, sobbing. “I don’t even know you, but thank you for cuh…cuh…caring!”
“I’m Brenda,” I say, hugging her back. Rob and I look at each other over Valeriss’ sobbing shoulders. “You’re welcome. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
The white Dane, Meff, comes creeping into the room, slinking along the floor on his belly. He lays down next to Valeriss and gives me a cursory sniff. Then he shoves his head right between us, under our arms, and lays there, moaning and shivering.
I pat him too and try to comfort them both, staying like that while Rob goes outside. When he comes back in, he brings one of the crates from the Jeep with him. He puts it in the corner, and covers it with a blanket.
“Come on, Meff,” he says, and the dog goes inside the crate. Rob shuts the door, then he arranges the blanket so that it almost covers the whole crate. The dog settles down instantly.
Valeriss huddles against me, sobbing, and I can feel how thin and frail she is.
Finally she subsides enough to let me help her to the couch. I get her a box of tissues and she blows her nose, using up probably a dozen before she’s done. But her tears keep flowing and hopeless sobs keep coming.
I hear Rob putting the kettle on in the kitchen while I try to comfort her. Sitting so closely to her, I see that she’s not as young as she sounds. I remember then that Rob said they met after high school, so she’s probably the same age as he is.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” I ask. She nods, pats my hand and thanks me again. “I have to make a phone call,” she says, digging her phone out of her purse.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” and I go into the kitchen. Rob’s leaning against the counter and staring into space. Having no idea what to do, I ask, “Would you like me to go?”
“No!” He pulls me into his arms. “I know this is awkward. But please stay, at least until I figure out what’s going on.”
I nod, and rest my head against his chest. “Chaos,” he mutters. “Everywhere she goes, chaos.” He sighs, kisses my head and rubs my back.
We hear her voice coming from the living room. It sounds like she’s leaving a message. The kettle boils, and I make the tea, putting the pot and all the makings on a big tray.
I get Valeriss a cup, and sit next to h
er on the couch. I’m uneasy and I don’t particularly like that she’s here, but, she just suffered a tragic loss and deserves some simple human compassion.
Now that things are calmer, Rob goes to the spare room and brings my dogs out. He lets Princess out of her carrier but both dogs come forward timidly, plainly feeling the change in the atmosphere in the house. From a polite distance, they sniff Meff’s crate, eliciting a growl from within. They back off, neither one wanting any part of him anymore.
Tiny, however, is tranquil and serene on his bed, and they both pile onto it with him. He curls up and closes his eyes like nothing happened, and they soon follow suit.
Sighing, Rob flops down in the armchair.
“Okay, Valeriss. So, Valerian died this morning?”
“Yes. He was in a meeting with Tanner.” She looks at me. “Tanner is my father’s lawyer.” She looks at Rob now. “Does she know who I am?”
“She knows you’re my ex, yes.”
“Okay.”
“So, did you have to go see…you know, go identify him or anything?”
“No! Donna said Tanner was doing all that.” She wipes tears from her eyes, but fresh ones follow.
“Okay, Valeriss. I’m sorry,” he says. “So, what happened after you found out? Did you come straight here?”
“Yes! I have nowhere else to go. You know you’re still my best friend, Robbie. Tanner…I think he froze my funds. Or something. My credit cards are frozen. My bank card is frozen. I can’t access any of my accounts. I filled up my gas tank four hours ago with the last of my cash.”
“Tanner has access to your accounts now?”
“I guess so. I don’t know! All I know is, I can’t get any money out of any account, or use any of my cards.” She sobs, and says, “Daddy was all I had, Robbie. You know that.”
“I’m sorry. I know. I’m sorry. But…why would your accounts be frozen?”
“I don’t…I don’t know what, umm, provisions there are and I can’t get hold of Tanner. His message thingie is full and he hasn’t called me!” She sobs some more. “I’m sorry to bother you but I had nowhere else to go. I have no one else in this world!”
