by Luke Young
He simply watched her while struggling to breathe.
Taking hold of both sides of his sweatpants, she tugged them down as he lifted his hips off the chair exposing his white swollen boxer briefs. With her eyes still locked on his bulge, she took hold of his underwear and fought to pull them down. His mammoth throbbing manhood sprung up before her causing her to gasp. "Oh, Brock, Connie told me how big you were, but this is, I mean… I…"
Taking it in her hands, she held it gently as she studied it. Moving closer, she breathed in deeply through her nose. "Even it smells like white chocolate. Connie was right."
"She told you that?"
"Uh-huh."
With his jaw hanging open, he said, "I, uh, used to have this skin condition, but the, uh, special soap and lotion takes care of it."
"Oh that's good…" She nodded slowly as she ran her hands up and down his length. Looking him in the eye, she asked, "Ready?"
"Yeah," he murmured.
Slowly she leaned in, placing her lips on the bulbous head then letting her tongue linger on his skin. "Mmmm," she purred.
"Oh, God, Stephanie."
Wrapping her lips around him, she slipped down, taking him into her mouth.
"Oh, man…" He watched her, mesmerized.
After ten solid minutes of her expert world-class oral attention with no release in sight, she pulled up from him. Panting, she gazed at his glistening manhood admiringly. "You have the perfect penis."
"Thanks."
She narrowed her eyes, concerned. "Doesn't it feel good, when I do this?"
"Oh, yeah sure, but see I just can't have one."
"I'm not even warmed up yet." She grinned. With fire in her eyes, she went back to it. Taking more of him in her mouth, working faster, harder, using her fingers on places he never knew were even remotely part of the equation. After eight more minutes, he was teetering on the edge of climax. When he finally let go, he erupted with a loud scream. With his hands locked in a death-grip on the arms of the chair, he slumped back fighting to keep from stroking out as she kept going and going over him.
With his semen falling from her lips, she lifted up running her tongue around her mouth. "You, uh…" After taking a moment to catch her breath, she continued, "You taste just like white chocolate, too."
"Really?" His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest and his erection held steadfast as he looked down to her in wholehearted appreciation.
"Yeah." Spotting more of his sweet nectar, she moved down to him, lifting it off with her tongue and savoring it in her mouth. "You really do."
"Wow, I guess I do eat a lot of it." He shrugged. "I didn't realize that it could make it taste like that."
Licking her lips, she gave him a suggestive look. "Do you think you could make some more?"
"Um, probably."
Quickly she went back to work over him. Slamming his head back against the chair, he looked toward the ceiling as she got her second wind. Nearly three minutes later, he made more, a lot more.
When she was done with him, he guided her lips to his and they kissed. Pulling back, he said, "Wow I really do taste like white chocolate."
"It's incredible." She smiled.
Scooping her up under her rear end, he moved to the edge of the chair and kissed her more deeply. Moving his lips to her neck, he sucked at her flesh there. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck running her fingers through his hair. He lifted her shirt up over her breasts and drank in her body. "Oh, Stephanie, I, I…"
Lifting her higher, he took a nipple in his mouth and tenderly sucked it while his hands cupped her ass. She slammed her eyes shut and wrapped her legs around him. Rising from the chair carrying her like she weighed nothing at all, he placed his lips between her breasts and nibbled on her skin.
"Oh, Brock," she moaned.
He made his way to the bed and gently placed her down. She smiled up to him sweetly as he gazed down to her wearing a serious expression. "I want, I…"
"What is it?"
"I want, no…" He narrowed his eyes. "I need to be inside of you."
Closing her eyes, she gasped.
"Now… I need you now."
"Yes, Brock, Yes."
Reaching down, he took hold of her shorts, pulled them off her hips and down her legs then tossed them to the floor. He pulled his shirt off and she gasped as her eyes traveled over his chiseled chest and ten-pack abs.
After pulling off his sweatpants and boxer briefs, he leaned over her pressing his rock hard chest into her soft breasts. He kissed her slowly at first then their tongues met, his sliding into her mouth then back for hers to follow. His huge erection pressed firmly at her entrance.
Staring deeply into her eyes, be moved forward, sliding inside her juicy folds, all at once filling her completely.
"Oh, Brock," she whispered with her eye lids fluttering.
Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around him as he drove his length in and nearly all the way out of her. It went on and on as sweat pooled on his brow. Driving into her fully, he held still, kissing her tenderly. When he pulled up, he shook his head, determined and started moving inside of her again. "I want to make you cum now."
She nodded, breathlessly. "Do it harder, Brock."
Faster and faster he pumped inside of her until suddenly with her climax nearly upon her, she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around him and holding him tight. He pushed into her as hard as he could.
She breathed in deeply and gasped. She curled her hips downward; his shaft now stimulated her sensitive spot completely. The first wave thundered through her loins, her mouth opened wide and she let out a barely audible cry.
He kept driving into her, straining, pumping, sweat dripping from his forehead as he fought to reach his third climax. Spreading her legs wide, she wrapped her hands under her knees pulling them even further apart as he kept going and going. With his face contorting and all his energy focused, he pushed over the edge, crying out loudly before slumping over her panting with his heart beating hard and fast.
7
The next morning when Brock woke, he felt Stephanie's warm body next to his. Turning to her, he found her still asleep. He lifted the covers and studied her remarkable nude body. Smiling and shaking his head, his mind raced with thoughts of the company, Marci, Connie and the amazing night he'd just spent with Stephanie. He didn't want to leave the room, the bed, her side; he never wanted it to end. He leaned in close to her, breathed in her sweet scent and kissed her shoulder.
Groaning, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Just looking at you."
"What time is it?"
"I don't know. I don't care." He shook his head. Running a finger gently over the nape of her neck, he asked, "Do you want to go to dinner later?"
As he caressed her skin, she stretched languidly then moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his chest. "Yes."
Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her and turned onto his back, easily taking her along for the ride. As her tiny body moved with him, he slid his hands down to her ass.
She groaned. "Oh, Brock." And it was on…
Four orgasms and ninety minutes later, after dropping Stephanie off at her house, Brock was headed to the plant when his cell phone rang. After checking the display, he cringed, then took a deep breath before answering the call, "Hey, Marci, I'm just on—"
"Brock, I, oh my God, Brock," Marci said loudly. "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you."
"I was, uh… What? Why?"
"My father, he's in the hospital."
"What happened?"
"He was on the golf course and just collapsed. They think it's a heart attack."
"Marci, what do you—"
"I'm so sorry that we had a fight. I was being a total bitch. Can you come to the hospital? I need you."
"Yeah, sure. On my way."
The moment Marci spotted Brock enter the emergency waiting room, she rose to her feet and rush
ed into his arms. Grabbing on tight, she wouldn't let him go. "This can't be happening. He's too young."
"He's going to be okay," Brock assured her.
"I love you." She pulled back from him and looked him in the eye. "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry about the other day. If daddy dies, I'm… I'm going to be all alone."
Feeling her shake in his arms, he gave her a comforting look. "I'm here. I know he's going to be fine."
She nodded and wrapped her arms around him again. In the center of the crowded room, he closed his eyes and let the guilt wash all over him.
A nurse called out, "Miss Scaggs?"
Marci turned. "Yes."
"You can see him now."
Rushing toward the door, Marci pulled Brock behind her.
The nurse said, "Only family can come back."
"This is my fiancé."
"Sorry Miss Scaggs, but he's not immediate family."
Marci rolled her eyes. "Do you know who I am?"
"What?" The nurse gave her a quizzical look.
"My father donated a lot of money to this hospital. You'd better back off or I'll have you fired."
Brock leaned close to Marci. "Look, I can wait out here."
"No, I need you with me right now."
Turning back to the nurse, Marci shook her head. "He's coming with me, call security. Go ahead knock yourself out."
As Marci pulled Brock past the nurse, he gave her an apologetic look.
More than two hours later Brock and Marci sat near Walton Scagg's bedside. After suffering a heart attack, he remained unconscious while everyone awaited the results of his tests. Marci held her father's hand as Brock looked solemnly over her shoulder.
She turned to Brock. "First my mother dies and now this. How am I supposed to deal with this?"
"He's a strong guy." Giving her a confident look, he shook his head. "He's not going anywhere."
"I heard about this thing where when one parent dies, the other kinda gives up and… and…" Sobbing, she couldn't finish her thought.
Brock reached out to her and gently placed his hand under her chin lifting it until her eyes met his. "Don't worry."
She rose up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hold me."
After a few moments, she pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. "I missed you so much."
"Yeah, I uh…" he stammered.
"While you were gone I got a call from The Lindenthope Mansion." She moved from him and retrieved her purse.
"What's that?"
"It’s gorgeous. I've always dreamed of having my wedding reception there."
"They called… Why?" He shifted uneasily from side to side.
"I put our names on a waiting list." She pulled a brochure from her purse and handed it to him. "It usually takes like two years, but they had a cancellation. July 15th is open and I put down a deposit. I hope you don't mind."
"What?" His eyes glazed over as he pretended to focus on the brochure. "No, I, uh—"
"So it's set. We'll get married next July. Oh, I love you." Returning to him, she hugged him tight. "I love you so much."
"Marci, wait, I…" Brock began, stopping suddenly when he spotted Walton open his eyes. "He's awake."
She turned to her father and smiled. "Daddy?"
Walton's eyes drifted closed and he fought to open them again. He whispered slowly, "Marci, hey… what's going on?"
"You had a heart attack. You're in the hospital. Everything's going to be okay."
"I, uh, feel…" Walton began, his words trailing off as his eyes closed.
"You don’t have to talk." Taking his hand, she stoked it gently. "Look, Brock's here."
Brock said, "Sir."
Walton opened his eyes, nodding toward Brock.
Marci said, "Don't worry about anything dad. I'm not leaving you."
"Good," Walton said before letting out a shallow breath and closing his eyes.
"Daddy?"
Pulled from sleep, Walton's eyelids fluttered. "Yes, angel."
"Brock and I set a date. We're getting married." Turning to Brock, she beamed. Brock returned half a smile and a nod before letting out a nearly inaudible sigh.
"That's wonderful," Walton murmured.
Returning her attention to her father, she squeezed his hand. "July, daddy. You're going to get better. You're going to walk me down the aisle."
"Yes." Walton gave them half a smile
Suddenly, Brock's cell phone rang. With Marci glaring at him, he pulled it from his pocket.
Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Stephanie. His eyes widened and he clicked a button to ignore the call.
"Who was it?" Marci asked.
"It's, uh, just work," he stammered.
When she returned her attention to her father, Brock turned off his phone, closed his eyes and held his forehead in both hands.
8
The next morning, Brock woke up and was momentarily disoriented as he looked around the hospital room. He spotted the sleeping Walton Scaggs then rose to his feet from the uncomfortable chair. After stretching and groaning in pain, he played back the previous day's events in his head. Did he actually get back together with Marci, did they really set a date? Did he do all this after just having incredible sex with Stephanie? The answers were all, of course, yes.
He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room to the hall. Hearing Marci's voice, he turned to find her standing at the nurse's station cheerily talking with three nurses and a doctor there. Holding a drink carrier in her hand with two cups of coffee attached, she spotted him and smiled. He slapped himself in the face hard just to be sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Thanks again. Enjoy your coffee," she said before heading toward him. "Brock, did you just get up?"
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"I brought you a coffee."
Noticing the Starbucks cup labels, he asked, "You went out for these?"
"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you." She handed him a cup and as he saw the nurses holding the same cups, his flabbergasted expression returned.
The doctor headed toward them holding his coffee. As he passed, he said, "Thanks again, Marci."
Marci smiled at the doctor as Brock took a sip then shook his head confused. "But you don’t have your car. How did you… ?"
"I walked."
"You walked? The Starbucks is like a quarter a mile from here."
"I needed to clear my head." She shrugged. "Daddy's doing better. I really think everything's going to be fine."
"Yeah." He took another sip.
"Thank you for staying all night."
"Sure. It's the least I could do."
She took his hand. "I'm so happy that we're back together and set a date. I just love you so much."
"Yeah, I'm happy too," he said softly.
"The doctor told me Daddy's tests came back and it looks like he won’t need surgery. He's going to get better. He'll be out of here in a few days."
"That's great news."
"I'm going to go in and see him for a minute, but do you think you could give me a ride home?"
"Sure."
"I'm going to shower then come back and bring him some things."
"Okay, I should get back to the office, anyway."
"I'll meet you in the car."
He nodded.
"I bought bagels too. Grab one on your way out."
After narrowing his eyes, he smiled. "Oh, okay." He turned and slowly walked away wondering who this woman was and what she had done with the real Marci.
A few minutes later, Marci slipped into Brock's car and squeezed his hand. "Again, thanks for staying with me. I'm really going to make this up to you."
"What?" He gave her a confused look as he backed out of the parking space.
"I know we haven’t had the best… sex life, but I'm going to fix that." Leaning over, she kissed him. When she pulled back, she gave him a naughty smile. "Yeah, I'm really going to fix that."
"Good.
Good," he replied struggling to hide his slight discomfort.
As he turned out of the parking lot, she unbuckled her seat belt and grinned. "I'm going to start right now."
"Huh?"
Diving down to his lap, she pulled down his zipper.
"Marci?" He looked shocked and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands. "I, uh, I thought you didn't like doing that."
She pulled out his growing penis and ran her hands up and down the shaft. Turning her head to look at him, she batted her eye lashes. "I don't think I ever really gave it a chance."
He swallowed hard, then nodded in agreement. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Um, well, I'm driving and I didn't get much sleep and we could, you know…"
Returning her attention to his erection, she kissed the head. "I think a Navy SEAL can handle driving while I, uh…" Without finishing her sentence, she swallowed him in one motion.
"Yeah, I, wow…" He opened his eyes wide and focused on the line of cars ahead of him stopped at the traffic light as he pressed on the brake.
She worked her mouth over him in a steady rhythm while he brought the car to a stop on the four lane road. He glanced around nervously then looked in the rearview mirror at the cars approaching in the lane next to his. He stared wide-eyed out the passenger window as the cars passed one by one hoping to not be discovered. Spotting a police car, he gasped. "Marci… um Marci?"
She was either too engrossed in her current mission or chose to ignore him as she kept at it with enthusiasm.
Squirming in his seat, he watched as the police car rolled past them trading a nod with the unsuspecting officer before he rolled to a stop one car length ahead. Behind him was a tractor trailer, whose driver was sitting high enough up that when he stopped alongside Brock's SUV, he was afforded a clear view of Marci's bobbing head.
His eyes met the truck driver's and the driver gave Brock a big thumb up and an ever bigger smile. Brock returned half a smile and a shrug as the light ahead turned green. Marci worked faster and faster over him. Brock's lip quivered and his eyes glazed over as he neared a huge climax. Hoping to delay the inevitable until he was rolling again and his audience had moved on, he struggled to fight it off. With the still-smiling trucker looking on, Marci increased her tempo and brought her hand into the mix, which only added to Brock's dilemma.
