Lessons and Lovers (16 page)

In the midst of it, she experienced a second of lucidity.
He can go on forever like this!
He still hasn’t come, lost it or ceded even the tiniest scrap of his self-control, the bastard.

Even while she continued to orgasm around him, she started to wriggle more purposefully in his grip, consumed by the idea of something that would really blow his mind—if he’d do it. If he’d let her give him that gift.

“Starr!” she gasped, snatching at a lull between climaxes to reach him, “Starr, let me up! I want something different. I want to turn over!”

In a long wet slide, he pulled out of her then took her ankles from behind his ears and gently levered them to the ground. Vaguely aware that her bottom was tender and that her nightshirt was shredded to pieces, Hettie flipped over quickly and lay facedown on the parapet. Her pussy was swimming with love juices and the whole of her sex and the groove of her bottom were awash with it. She was perfectly lubricated. There would never be a better moment or a set of conditions more opportune.

Reaching behind herself, she pulled apart the cheeks of her backside and bared the little opening there that was slithery, pouting and ready.

“I want you here, Starr!” she purred, injecting every ounce of “Lady Henrietta” into her voice. He’d balk at this, she knew. They’d never done it. But equally it was just the intense, dark, unthinkable act she needed to smash through his barriers and bend his rigid internal discipline.

“Milady… Are you sure?” His voice was shaky and Hettie felt a rush of intoxicating female power. She waved her behind in his face, taunting and inviting.

“Just do it, Starr!” she decreed, almost orgasming on the pure need to be possessed so completely. The idea that she could have him inside her bottom, take his seed there and blow his cool analytical mind.

He made a small sound of acquiescence—a sort of respectful growl—then she felt him touching her between her legs again, scooping up her wetness and bringing it to her bottom. He did this once, twice, three times and only then did he seem satisfied she was slick enough.

Carefully, almost as if she were made of porcelain, he positioned himself, and Hettie quivered wildly when she felt the tip of him stroke against her. He was still silently hesitating, still checking she was sure and comfortable, but in an imperious motion she bucked her body backwards and compelled him to continue. Reaching back awkwardly, she pried herself further open and the long, slow indecent pressure began.

It was a riot of strange stimulation and not what she’d expected at all. There seemed to be an iron club as wide a Starr’s fist trying to enter her and a simmering, burning sensation spread out from the dilating ring of her anus and engulfed the whole of her bottom and her sex. Unspeakable messages shrieked along her nerves from the inside of her ass—sly, disgusting urges that flared to a peak where she was convinced that any second the unthinkable would happen. But then, mercifully, they ebbed away just as quickly.

After what seemed an age of shuffling, pushing and adjusting, Hettie found herself draped over the parapet like a half-broken doll, her cunt on fire but empty and her ass plumbed to the very depths by Starr’s hugely throbbing cock. She could feel him pulsating inside her, his size unforgiving and his heat incredible. It was like having a red-hot sword in her bowels.

It was out of this world.

With a bubbling moan she came enormously and felt moisture ooze from her forsaken sex and pool on the stone beneath her. Keeping one hand on the parapet to steady herself, she reached under their combined weight with the other and jerked ruthlessly at her pulsing clitoris. She could hear herself howling but had no idea how her throat was making the sounds. She squirmed frantically as Starr began to move inside her, the dark threats stirring faintly again, but this time she didn’t give a damn what happened as long as the voluptuous pleasure in her bottom continued to another incendiary, climactic conclusion.

“Go on, Starr, do it!” she hissed as he plunged into her, “It’s wonderful! Do it! Do it! Do it!”

“Oh God! Oh God!” he gasped in her ear, the words forced out between gritted teeth. Words that became jumbled. Barely coherent.

Oh, you beautiful man!

On the thought, her pussy spasmed again and she came in glory as she heard her name at last his lips. Distinct as a prayer.

“Hettie!”

Her cunt was a melting ball of ecstasy, her clitoris as bright as the heart of a galaxy, but suddenly she could think and reason and act. In a supreme effort of will, a fight against her own orgasming body, she gripped his cock with her bottom, tightening her insulted sphincter to embrace, caress and love the inflexible rod inside her. Holding him snugly she rolled her hips and scissored her thighs against his, then contracted her anus again and again in a slow rhythmic pump on his enclosed organ.

With a great shout of, “Oh Hettie, I adore you!” the man inside her climaxed too, flooding her rectum with a warm delicious outpouring of semen that felt like a holy healing potion to the battered interior of her ass.

Hettie sobbed as he overwhelmed her, her own sex convulsing again in an orgasm that was strangely mild and gentle. Just one soft pulse of her clitoris under her finger, one long, internal flutter and she was completely and utterly sated. Even as she breathed out Starr’s name in gratitude, she felt her body cooling, relaxing and calming beneath him.

As he softened inside her, then slid out to rest in her ass cleft, Hettie felt a great rush of tenderness for the mighty thing that’d been inside her so rudely and yet was now so shrunken and defenseless. She wanted to tell him this, describe the emotion, but words didn’t seem adequate. And her ability to speak was robbed completely when Starr turned his face against her neck and she felt moisture anoint her skin.

Tears? Tears for me?

She wept herself. Wept for joy and for pleasure. Wept for the revelation that her strong, imperturbable lover felt enough for her to cry.

“Wake up, Darryl! Wake up! It’s important!”

The soft urgent voice dragged Darryl from the depths of sleep. Blinking furiously, he looked up into the face of the woman who was shaking him and tried to work out just what was going on.

As his consciousness cleared, he couldn’t help but smile.

It was Stevie, the beautiful, amazing, provocative goddess of sex who’d given her body so generously to him that very afternoon. She seemed to be doing her utmost to rouse him, and in more ways than one. She was slightly sleep-disheveled and deliciously young-looking tonight, with rumpled hair and a fresh, unmade-up face. Her stylish man’s dressing gown was very haphazardly belted, and with a happy sigh, he reached for her, instantly ready for more of the wonders they’d shared earlier.

“In a little while, greedy thing!” she whispered, mock-stern, “There’s something you’ve got to see first. Something you might learn something from. Come on! Out of bed. Or we’ll miss all the best bits.”

Rubbing his eyes, Darryl obeyed her, trying not to groan aloud at the burning ache in his fiercely erect cock. It hadn’t taken much to bring him to full hardness, but Stevie’s nearness, and the thought of whatever those “best bits” might be seemed to be making him even more rigid.

It must be Hettie and Starr.

Acutely aware that his hard-on was making a huge tent in his pajama bottoms, he shoved his feet into his slippers and then allowed Stevie to take him by the hand and lead him onto the balcony. The full moon was very bright, and he saw his companion’s rosy mouth quirk into a broad smile at the sight of his condition.

“Sorry,” he muttered, not feeling sorry at all, but Stevie “shushed” him with a finger to her lips and gave him a wicked wink that played havoc with agony in his groin.

Like a pair of cat burglars, they crept along the balcony, keeping to the shadows, until they reached a spot where they had a good view of the terrace while remaining hidden themselves.

Darryl felt his mouth drop open. Below them a vision of erotic drama was unfolding.

They’re fucking!
Dio mio
, they’re fucking!

It was what he’d expected to see, but the reality far exceeded even his wildest, most detailed fantasies.

Hettie lay on the stone parapet, almost doubled up beneath Starr, who was thrusting into her with a manic desperation. The tall blond was a strong man, and he seemed to be using every last ounce of that strength to hurl himself into the body of the woman he loved. The woman who was clutching at him, twisting about beneath him, shouting and crying out while her lover fucked her with almost superhuman power.

As the couple down below writhed and bucked against each other, Darryl’s hand flew to his groin and his monumental erection.

But before he could free himself from his pajamas, a smaller, more nimble hand had negotiated the fly and eased his cock out into the open.

Darryl bit down on his lip. He sincerely doubted that Hettie and Starr would hear any sound he uttered, but he daren’t take the chance of shouting out aloud. Stevie’s elegant fingers curled around him and began a slow, swirling, tormenting dance that almost made him forget what he was watching.

Squeeze. Slide. Squeeze.

It was all done so teasingly, so calculatedly. The glide of Stevie’s fingertips seemed to be synchronized with Starr’s thrusts as he powered into Hettie down on the parapet.

Darryl felt as if he was going to pass out. That, or shoot his cum into the empty air in front of him. He tasted blood in his mouth as he struggled for control. Then nearly lost it completely when he felt Stevie’s other hand pushing his pajama trousers down at the back. A second later, there was bare skin against his bare skin, and the soft, silky tickle of her bush against his bottom and the back of his thighs as she rocked herself against him.

Afraid that he’d fall, Darryl grasped the railing in front of him. He no longer cared if the couple on the terrace knew that they were being watched. He didn’t think it was likely, although he could barely think at all.

He couldn’t hear properly, for the pounding of blood in his ears, but as Stevie began to do something intricate and devilish to the head of his cock, he realized that Hettie was speaking to Starr, her voice breathy yet somehow also imperious. The words were indecipherable, but her intention was clear. A second later, Starr withdrew, and the beautiful woman wriggled around beneath him, and turned over on the stone surface.

What now? Oh, what now?

Feeling as if he were going mad and had stumbled into the most intense sex dream he could possibly have imagined, Darryl watched, his arms and his thighs shaking with tension, as the couple below rearranged themselves into new symmetry that was both beautiful and perverse.

Clad only in the rags of a black silk nightshirt, Hettie was offering a rare gift to the blond man who loved her. Opening herself in a way that Darryl hardly dare think about. If he did imagine what that dark, forbidden penetration might feel like, he knew—he knew for certain—that he’d come immediately.

Darryl shut his eyes and surrendered himself to sensation rather than the extreme vision of sensuality down below him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Stevie’s voice was scarcely more than a breath against his naked shoulder.

“I-I can’t watch,” Darryl gasped, feeling her fingers grow still on his cock. Involuntarily, his hips jerked as if his body were urging her of its own accord to continue fondling him. “It’s just too much. If I look at them any longer, I’ll just come!”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“But I want…” His voice simply failed him. He didn’t know what he wanted other than to climax. Somewhere at the back of his brain, a small voice was telling him that he shouldn’t be selfish, and that he should think of Stevie’s pleasure too. But that chivalrous whisper was being drowned out by the baying of his primal sex drive, the screaming and shouting for immediate orgasm.

“Watch them!”

Darryl could not honestly say whether he’d actually heard the words, or whether Stevie had suddenly acquired telepathic powers. All he knew that in the instant he opened his eyes, the sweet warmth of her bare body was withdrawn from his back and buttocks and her hand released his penis. He felt a moment of excruciating loss, then his heart leapt as he realized what Stevie was up to.

Darryl was in no doubt that below, on the parapet, Starr was buggering Hettie, but up here, on the balcony, there was an equal wonder.

Stevie had sunk nimbly to her knees, and scooted around to fit her lithe body in between him and the balcony railing. His teeth dug fiercely into his lip again as heavenly heat and moisture enveloped his burning cock, and a flexible muscular tongue began to work pure magic on him.

His thighs went rigid and the tendons in his arms seemed to pop as he fought to not fill Stevie’s mouth with his semen almost instantaneously. The sensation of being sucked and licked and tantalized was out of this world, and even while his body clamored for release, he was filled with an enormous rush of gratitude. He suddenly wanted to kiss the beautiful woman who was pleasuring him so unselfishly, yet at the same time, he knew he was beyond anything but coming in her exquisite mouth at any second.

Yes, he wanted to come, just as Starr and Hettie were coming. The couple below were bucking and jerking against each other, and crying out now, the sounds unearthly, almost animal, yet obviously expressions of great love. Darryl heard Starr shout, “Oh Hettie, I adore you!” then suddenly it seemed to be over as the tall, black-clad man collapsed over the back of his beloved.

It was too much, too beautiful to behold, and like Starr, Darryl finally lost control. His spine seemed to melt and he climaxed helplessly into the sweet, liquid warmth of Stevie’s mouth. His hips pumped furiously, but with a supreme effort he suppressed his own cry of triumph. Inside though, he howled out a litany of praise for the lovely, generous woman who was pleasuring him. He knew he didn’t love Stevie as Starr loved Hettie, but he
did
care, and she would always be precious to him.

And pretty soon, when he recovered, he would use everything she’d taught him to give her pleasure in return.