Desperate Thoughts: The Gift (11 page)

She groaned while he continued to touch her. After a moment she said, "Turn around."

After turning toward her, he rose up to his knees. He pressed his penis into her left breast and gently rubbed it around her hard nipple. She grabbed his cock with both hands and gazed at it like she wanted it in her mouth. He closed his eyes while enjoying her touch as she smoothed away the suds and recognized something familiar about it. The passion melted from her face and she looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Cupping her hands, she rinsed his erection with water. For a moment she forgot whose penis she was actually looking at. Moving in, she studied it even closer.

He opened his eyes, saw her expression and looked at her, concerned. "What is it?"

She tore her eyes away from it and slowly looked to his face. "Oh nothing, you just have such a beautiful penis."

Rising to her knees, she guided him up until he stood before her with his massive penis just inches from her face. She pushed his cock up toward his belly and studied it almost clinically. He continued to gaze at her, a little confused, yet loving the feel of her hands on him. He said, "Really what is it, you seem—"

She shook her head. "Oh, it’s…You just remind me of someone." She smiled, pulled his cock toward her face, and plunged it into her mouth. He leaned against the windowsill with his body hovering over her. He looked out the window feeling guilty as he thought of Victoria while Rebecca bathed his cock in her warm, wet mouth. The guilt melted away as Rebecca cupped his balls. He moaned loudly while she continued working him with her tongue and lips.

She purred like a kitten as if she was genuinely relishing the taste of him. Reaching down, he rubbed the back of her neck as he felt her work him with more and more speed. She pulled her mouth from his dick and gazed at it with the passion returning to her eyes. Slipping out from under him, she pointed to the other side of the tub. "Move over here and bend over."

He nodded dreamily and she guided his arm to the position she wanted. He was bent over with his hands on the top of the opposite side of the tub. She gently washed his ass and balls with the sponge then rinsed him as he waited for what was to come. She guided his legs further apart and gazed at his heavy balls and mammoth cock from behind as it hung down between his spread legs. She gasped, "My gosh… You look—"

"What?"

"Can I do this thing to you that he used to beg me for?"

"Who's he?" he asked, confused.

"I mean, can I do this thing," she began again as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

Moaning breathlessly, he shook his head. "Do whatever you want."

Releasing his cock, she reached between his legs, pulled on his full balls and gasped when she felt the weight of them. She took hold of his cock then pulled it down then back toward her mouth and slipped it inside. He cried out a little in pain. After sucking it gently, she let it flop from her mouth as she closed her eyes imagining someone else. She opened her eyes and ran her tongue to the back of his balls and slathered them with light licks. He slowly groaned. "Oh… fuck."

She flicked her tongue from the back of his balls to a micron away from his sensitive ass, back and forth over and over again as he pushed his ass further and higher up toward her. He shut his eyes tight and groaned, "Ohhh God." Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he remembered this was just like what Victoria had done to him the last time they were together. His mind raced with what exactly this meant. The way they both looked at his penis like they knew it. The way they both put him in this position. The way—

He lost that train of thought the instant Rebecca went right to his puckered seam and gently circled it with her tongue. He nearly screamed out. This was not the teasing that Victoria had done to him. Rebecca went right to work on his ass, but never tried to push through. She just continued to go around it carefully, but forcefully, and it drove him to the edge. Milking his cock with one hand, she stroked his balls as she continued gently licking the rim of his ass until she felt him nearing explosion. She pulled back. "I want you to cum in my mouth." His cock swelled even more, she pulled it into her mouth deeper and sucked him hard. It began to hurt a little, but there was no way he was going to stop her.

Closing his eyes, he bent forward a little more so her angle on his cock wasn’t quite so uncomfortable. The pain mixed with intense pleasure. He tried to meet her request as he focused his mind on the sensation she was delivering to him. She kept sucking and squeezing his balls until he trembled then exploded down her throat with more than she could swallow. His cum dripped from her mouth as he slumped with his face smashed against the tile tub ledge, struggling to breathe. Narrowing her eyes, she gazed at his swollen cock in awe. She pulled away, ran her fingers into her pussy as she leaned back in the tub. She appeared to be torn between tears and ecstasy.

Turning toward her, he slipped back into the tub, noticed her expression and asked as he caught his breath, "Who…What happened to that guy you used to do that for?"

She looked away then stood with the water and bubbles dripping off of her curvy frame. "He was the love of my life." She stepped out of the tub and turned back to him.

"What happened to him?" he asked.

"He uh… I don’t want to talk about it." She grabbed a towel and bent forward to dry her feet and legs as she turned away from him with her shapely ass staring him right in the face. He shook his head once again in disbelief. Her body was amazing. She was a little too old for him, but if he was fifty and had a wife like this, he couldn’t imagine not wanting to come home every night and take her to bed. She finished drying off, dropped the towel on the floor and said, "Meet me in bed."

After quickly drying off, he followed her into the bedroom. He found her lying near the edge of the bed with her legs spread and her knees in the air. She wasn’t shaved and her pussy was covered with very short light brown hair. He liked how she looked. Slipping down in front of her, he kissed each thigh an inch from her pussy. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. She spread her knees wide and he ran his tongue all around her thighs without actually touching any of the delicious pink lips. She exhaled deeply and rubbed his hair harder. Gasping, he pulled back. "Do you want me to lick you?"

She nodded; he parted her pink lips carefully and shoved his tongue deep into the center of her wet cunt. She groaned loudly. He just kept his mouth locked on her pussy with his tongue darting in and out of her. Wow, he thought, she tasted good and she was
so
wet – almost too wet. Licking all over her pussy, he wasn’t sure if it was his saliva or her juice that was leaking all over her thighs and onto the bed. He didn’t care. He picked up the pace. She screamed out, pulled his head into her deeper, and held it there for a moment.

His nose was pressed up on top of her clitoris while his mouth was buried inside of her and he could barely breathe. Releasing his head, she placed her hands on the bed. He moved up to her clit and covered it with gentle licks, most of which barely touched her. She slammed her eyes shut as this was driving her crazy. He began licking her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Sliding two fingers inside of her, he pumped them in and out. He licked her clitoris harder as he reached for her G-spot with his index finger. She lifted her head up and looked at him breathlessly. "I need your cock back in my mouth… now!"

Climbing onto the bed, he straddled her head from behind. She reached back and pulled his big dick down into her throat. Groaning, he lowered his head to her pussy and licked it once again. She grabbed his hips and pulled him up and down to pump his full length in and out of her mouth. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy and continued licking her engorged button. She moaned and he could tell she was close. She sucked his cock into her mouth harder and he shoved his fingers deeper into her silky depths. He placed a finger on her ass hole and her mouth opened wider as she struggled to groan with his cock filling her throat. Pressing his finger into her ass a little further, he licked her faster. She gasped and pulled her head from his cock screaming out in a huge convulsing orgasm.

Pushing him off her gently, she placed a hand over her sensitive pussy to keep him away as he flopped on top of the bed. They lay side by side in the sixty-nine position both panting and spent. He closed his eyes as she stared at his penis struggling to fathom how it looked, as far as she could remember, exactly like another cock she so loved. Could Ethan be somehow related to David, she thought as she stroked it slowly. She asked, "What’s your mother’s maiden name?"

He opened his eyes and then paused a moment. "Johnston."

"Huh," she said. He opened his mouth to ask why, but didn’t get the word out before she covered his cock again with her lips.

Quickly forgetting the question, his eyes rolled back in his head as she finished him once more.

Victoria had been staying in a gorgeous resort in Tampa while she waited for her furniture to be delivered. She’d been there for more than two weeks. Leaving Miami suddenly after her last amazing sexual encounter with Ethan, she needed to get away from him and his nearly carbon copy David penis. The moving company was charging her a fortune for the last minute complete packing service she requested. But, she had plenty of money and felt if she returned to the house to pack, she’d lose her mind. David held more than two million dollars worth of life insurance and she had been able to live purely off the interest since his death. The Miami house was completely paid for and she considered keeping it, but decided to try to sell it since it held too many painful memories of her perfect marriage.

After she last saw Ethan a few weeks ago, she packed a few clothes along with David’s replica and just drove away from Miami. Ending up in Tampa, she located a rental house near the University of South Florida that met all her needs. She contacted a local realtor and looked at eight houses before she found one with the completely private pool area, which would allow her to continue with her gift-giving mission. After the rental agreement was signed, she went to the campus library, dressed conservatively, and scoped it out. She found an out of the way small room with a table and chairs, which would be perfect for holding her interviews. The lobby was sufficient also to initially question her potential candidates. As she walked around the campus, Victoria saw a whole new crop of young men that she felt could use her help. She looked forward to getting started again.

Calling the moving company, she supplied them with the address and instructions for the move. She called Rebecca and gave her the date that the movers would arrive. Once her plans were all set, she smiled with the knowledge that soon she'd be settled in the house and fully prepared to continue her important work. The work that was keeping David’s memory alive and allowing her to satisfy her own needs, while she improved the lives of young men who deserved and desperately required her assistance.

She hadn’t seen an erection since Ethan’s and she was really starting to miss them. Her days lying by the hotel pool with young hot men all around her were taking their toll on her desire. She so wanted to continue giving her gift, but she needed to get settled into the house first in order to do it safely and do it the way she wanted. She needed to give pleasure to the owner of a different penis, one that didn’t look like David’s or Ethan’s. Whenever she closed her eyes she saw it, she wasn’t sure which one her mind was picturing, but they were virtually the same, so what did it matter. Although desperate to please a man, she could not risk picking one of the young men from the hotel.

Victoria lounged at the pool late that day and the sun was beginning to set. The pool area contained a number of private cabanas and one was just a few feet from her lounge chair. The semi-transparent screen was drawn in front of the cabana and she could not see into it clearly. She knew someone was in there and felt the odd sensation that she was being watched. Turning onto her stomach, she stared into the cabana and could make out the shape of a man in the shadows behind the panel. As she looked closer, she could tell he was muscular and trim. Propping up her head in her hands, she struggled to identify the shadows in the room. She watched as the man turned away and she thought she saw his hard cock swaying in front of him as he turned and walked to the back of the small room. After hearing rustling behind the screen, she saw the figure disappear. Then, she put her head down and closed her eyes. Moments later, she heard the screen curtain sliding open and when she finally looked up, she spotted him; a young man who was maybe a high school senior, gorgeous and muscular. He looked much too attractive and cocky to qualify as one of her gift recipients. He was lounging on an L-shaped daybed type sofa in the back of the small open-air room.

She smiled at him; he returned the smile as he laid back wearing only swim trunks. Folding her hands under her chin, she just gazed at him through her dark sunglasses. She eyed the bulge in his trunks and could feel her pussy getting wet as she did.

He called out to her, "If you get cold out there you could come in here."

She raised her head up. "Thanks, but if I get too cold, I think I’ll go in the hot tub." Her large breasts hung under her and he stared openly at her cleavage as he adjusted his trunks. She watched him intently as he touched the lump in his shorts. Feeling her pussy warm, she ran her tongue on her lips. She had to stop looking at him. She had to get away.