Chapter 4

The following week passed quickly, Jake's routine found a rhythm that suited him perfectly. He changed his workouts to running one day and lifting the next. By getting up at six, he could do either and still be ready for work at seven-thirty. A part of his military training had slipped into his new life: reveille, physical training, chow, and duty. Work with Rafe was enjoyable, especially after he talked his father into getting them uniforms instead of the hot coveralls they had been wearing. Now, in light blue shirts and navy trousers, they were cooler and looked more professional. By next week, the uniform company would have 'Turner's Furniture' and their names embroidered on the shirts. Jake learned the company's warehouse system and procedures and had even made a few suggestions that hopefully made it better. He established himself as a hard worker and, coupled with Rafe's endorsement, gained the trust of the warehouse crew.

Jake called Cindy and Sara a couple of times. They seemed happy to hear from him. His sisters continued to warm up to him, especially Debbie. Either one or both of his sisters hung out with him every evening. On Wednesday, Angie had a dinner date with Stuart so Debbie and Jake went to the Steak and Shake Drive-In for a burger. A cute carhop came skating up. The carhop took their order, smiling at Jake, and practically ignoring Debbie. Order complete, she skated away with an extra little wiggle in her caboose. At the order window, she spoke to another waitress, both glancing frequently in the siblings' direction.

An irritated Debbie said, "It's a good thing we aren't on a date or I'd be pissed off at that little tart."

Jake smiled at his sister. "She's probably trying to figure out how I ended up here with such a beautiful girl. And anyway, why can't I pretend this is a real date?"

His words earned him a smile and then a quizzical look. Then she hit him with a barrage of questions.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful? Why do we have to pretend this is a real date? Why do you know so much about women now? Are you sleeping with Sara? Where did you learn to kiss like that? Why..."

Jake held up his hand to stop her, he was nearly doubled up from laughter. Debbie glared at him until he had himself under control.

"Slow down, Sis." he said, "You were talking so fast I couldn't keep up with the questions. Yes, I think you are gorgeous. I want to pretend it's a date because you are a girl I'd love to go out with. I somehow woke up knowing how to treat people, especially women; I probably always knew but was too selfish to do it. Sara is a friend; I won't dignify your probing too-personal question with a response. I guess the kissing thing goes with knowing how to treat people. I'm sorry if I offended you but I couldn't help myself."

Debbie looked at him speculatively, "I wasn't offended. I should have been, but I wasn't. It was the best kiss I've ever had."

"Good", said Jake, "As much as I loved kissing you, I would feel like shit if I hurt you again. Jesus, that Chip is an idiot for not treating you like a princess; he'll never find anyone half as good as you."

Debbie smiled and leaned over to kiss him but before she could, the carhop arrived with their food. Hanging the tray on the window, the carhop leaned over and, looking directly at Jake, asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

Before Jake could answer, Debbie said sweetly, "No, and stop flirting with my date."

The girl flushed, took the money Debbie held out, and skated away quickly. The couple laughed and gobbled down their burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Home by eight o'clock, Debbie went straight to her room and Jake watched some TV with the folks. When the ten o'clock news came on, he yawned and bade his parents good night. He had just settled into his bed when Debbie opened his door and slipped into his room. She glided over to his bed; he scooted over and she lay down next to him with her head resting in the crook of his arm.

"I forgot to thank you for the wonderful time I had this evening," she said. "And thank you also for the nice things you said to me."

Jake said, "You are welcome. And I only told you the truth."

She snuggled closer.

"Your arms feel good around me. You make me feel special and safe," She said.

Jake glanced down at her body; she was wearing a tee-style sleeping shirt that ended at her knees. Her unfettered breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her long auburn hair partly hid her face.

"You are very special," he said, "but I don't know how safe you are right now."

"Safe as I want to be," she giggled nervously.

Jake pulled her toward him until she was partially on top of him. He brushed her hair from her face and pulled her mouth down to his. Tentatively, she returned his kiss and opened her lips to receive his tongue. The kiss increased in intensity and Debbie started to squirm on top of him. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass. Debbie stiffened when he touched her, then relaxed and attacked his lips fiercely. Her ass was perfect, just the right size and firm as only a teenager's could be. Debbie ground herself against his erection and moaned into his mouth. Jake moved one hand off her butt and reached up to cup her breast. Debbie rose up slightly to make room for his hand, never breaking the contact of their lips or hips. Jake palmed her breast; it was larger than he thought it would be. He guessed that she dressed to hide them. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger her hips bucked and she moaned her cum into his mouth. Her smell filled the room and Jake felt her wetness against his jockeys.

"Oh, Jake that was good," she whispered. "But this is dangerous, I've got to go think."

Debbie jumped up and fled his room, leaving him no choice but to beat his dick into submission.

Jake did not see Debbie again until after work Thursday. He was worried about her, but she was her usual self and shot him her patented devilish grin when no one was looking at them. That night he called Sara at the hospital and she told him to call her during the day Friday because she had three days off for shift rotation.

At eight o'clock, the phone rang. Angie answered it and, after a minute, called out, "Cindy is on the phone for you Jake."

He and Cindy chatted for a while and he agreed to have Sunday dinner with her family. Jake's sisters teased him unmercifully for the rest of the evening. His father complained that the phone would be ringing off the hook with Jake now getting calls also. Jake wondered why they had only one phone line and only two telephones. He saw his mother's fingerprints on the situation though, so there was not going to be any arguing over it. On reflection, he had to admit that she had things under control. The teenagers were limited to ten minutes per personal call and the unvoiced rule was no calls after nine at night. The downstairs phone was mounted on the kitchen wall next to the family room. And in these pre-cordless phone days, there was no place to sit and not a lot of privacy. The second phone was upstairs in the master bedroom, foreign territory to the Turner kids. Helen Turner was a diabolical genius.

Friday was payday and Jake was surprised at how much he had earned. Jake knew from his first trip through the seventies that the minimum wage was about $2.00 an hour and he was making twice that amount. He tracked down his dad to talk to him about it.

"Dad, why are you paying me so much?"

"That's what I pay good delivery helpers; don't you consider yourself a good worker?"

"I guess so. What do you pay good drivers?"

"Five dollars an hour." But you can't be a driver though until you are eighteen," said his dad.

"I was asking about Rafe. Can you pay me $3.50 and Rafe $5.50? He is a good man and has a family, he could use it more than me."

"Okay Son, if that's what you want."

"Thanks Dad, just make sure he thinks it was your idea. Call him in and tell him that he has been doing a good job and you are making him lead driver for the summer. Tell him you expect him to keep the other three crews straight. Who knows, maybe he'll impress you enough to make it a permanent raise."

Charles nodded in amazement; his son was becoming a fine, thoughtful young man. Three months ago, he had feared for his future, three weeks ago he had feared for his life; now Charles was about to burst with pride. Jake made his exit and Charles sent for Rafe to tell him about his new position. Then he went to his bookkeeper to enter Rafe's new pay rate, saying nothing about lowering Jake's. Finally he picked up the phone to call his wife -- she, of course, would think such a selfless act was normal and to be expected from their children.

At noon, Rafe and Jake cashed their checks and Jake insisted on buying lunch to celebrate his partner's promotion. While waiting on their food, Jake called Sara from a pay phone outside the café.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Sara's voice dropped an octave and she said, "I'm want you so bad Jake; all I've thought about all week was your tongue and dick. Every time I wipe my bald little pussy I almost orgasm, when I shaved Wednesday I had to masturbate twice in the shower. My panties are so wet all the time I have to wear a pad."

This was the sexiest a woman had ever talked to him in either of his lives. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him and adjusted his growing hard-on.

"God, you are sexy. I'm hot for you too. So what can we do to help each other?" he said.

"Can you come over tomorrow morning and stay all day?" she asked. "Christopher's father is picking him up tonight. I'm free all weekend."

Jake's prick lurched in his trousers.

"I don't think my parents will mind if I go out tomorrow; where can I meet you?'

They worked out a pickup time and location and he went back to the table with Rafe. Jake could not stop smiling.

"Only a woman can make a man grin that stupidly," Rafe said.

Jake nodded.

"We need to stop at a drug store, I have a date tomorrow."

Rafe guffawed and slapped Jake on the back.

"I know just the place," he said.

Jake brought home flowers for his mother and cigars for his dad. His sisters were miffed that he did not give them anything.

You two will get yours later," he whispered to a pouting Angie.

He asked his parents if he could go to the beach with Sara on Saturday and they agreed; he said they might go out after dark but she would bring him home. His mother gave him an arch look but his father just said to not miss curfew.

That night Jake went with his sisters to a roller skating party. He was rusty but soon caught the hang of it again. He was not very good at it but at least he could remain upright and move around the floor. Of course, his sisters skated like professionals and delighted in torturing him. They would skate by him and try to make him fall or grab his hand and whip him forward. He took a break and Debbie sat down with him.

"You sure didn't wake up knowing how to skate," she teased.

"That's a fact," he replied. "But I guess I'll settle for what I do know."

"A lot of girls will be happy about that," Debbie said, "Me included."

Jake looked into her eyes, "I hope I'm not causing you any problems; I'll never touch you again if it bothers you."

"I know what I want; I just don't know what I am going to do about it," she told him.

He took her hand and said, "No pressure, I'll be here for you no matter what you decide."

When he removed his hand, there was a small gold teddy bear charm in her hand. She looked at him in confusion.

"You are my sweety bear," he said. "Sweet, cuddly and wonderful to hold. I love you."

Corny maybe, but effective definitely, her look turned from confusion to adoration. Before she could say anything, Angie skated up.

"What are you two gossiping about?" she asked.

"I was giving her skating tips," Jake said.

His sisters exploded in laughter. Debbie went to get them cokes so Jake did the hand holding trick to drop a small golden princess charm into Angie's palm.

"You are my Cinderella, a beautiful princess hidden behind your self-consciousness," he told her.

He had two willing instructors for the rest of the evening. By the time they left the rink, his skating had vastly improved. In addition, all the guys his sisters considered cute guys were pointed out and critiqued; more interestingly, he was introduced to some of their girl friends. They had some good-looking friends, but every time he started a conversation with one who looked interested in him, they would whisk him off in another direction. All in all, it was a great evening. With enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and thank you's he was escorted to his room.

Saturday morning saw Jake up at six; he pumped iron for thirty minutes, showered, and was waiting for his dad by 7:15. Charles had agreed to drop Jake at the Seven-Eleven on his way to play golf. Sara would pick Jake up at eight o'clock so they would beat the crowd to the beach. Charles threw his clubs into the trunk and steered the big Olds toward US 1. As they rode in companionable silence, Charles wondered about his son's friendship with the hair-in-a-bun prim and proper Nurse Douglas. Jake talked about her as if she were Florence Nightingale reincarnated. They pulled into the Seven-Eleven parking area at 7:50.

"She's early," said Jake, gesturing towards the store's entrance.

Charles glanced in the direction Jake was looking and his mouth literally fell open. Coming though the door was a wet dream. Sara Douglas had on a denim miniskirt that did wonders for her womanly ass. Her top was a midriff baring white tee-shirt from which her substantial breasts pushed out like the tail fins of a '59 Cadillac. Her brown hair cascaded half way down her back and her legs looked long and sleek atop woven sandals with two-inch, chunky heels.

Charles said, "I hope she doesn't hurt you, Son."

She's not into those mind games, Dad; she's a nice person," replied Jake.

"I meant physically," his father said dryly.

Jake grabbed his gym bag, clapped his dad on the back, hopped out of the car, and intercepted Sara by the door. She handed him the sodas and ice she was carrying, threw her arms around him, and kissed him thoroughly. Jake pointed to his dad as soon as he could disengage himself and pulled her over to say hello. Embarrassed, Sara greeted Charles and they exchanged brief pleasantries. Charles excused himself and drove off towards his Country Club engagement.

Arm in arm, Sara and Jake walked across the parking lot. Jake stared at the car Sara stopped in front of in disbelief; it was a black 454 Chevelle with silver stripes. Sara dangled the keys in front of him.

"Divorce settlement; I'll tell you all about it today," she said, "Do you want to drive?"

Jake snatched the keys and opened the passenger door for her. He was rewarded with a great panty shot as she slid into the bucket seat. Sara smiled when she saw where he was looking. Jake grinned back at her sheepishly and raced around to the driver's side. The Chevelle was an automatic but that was okay, it still had 425 big block horsepower and the sexiest copilot a horny teenager could ever dream up.

Sara broke Jake out of his high-octane trace. "I bought this outfit for you, Jake. Do you like it?" she asked coyly.

"Oh yeah, I like it a lot."

"Can we drive down to the beach then go back to my house?" she asked. "We have to attend to some unfinished business."

Jake nodded his agreement. Within fifteen minutes, they were rolling down the beach at the prescribed ten miles per hour. Jake was peacock proud to be seen with this woman in this car. He got off the beach at the next approach and sped towards Sara's house. He had wondered how she could afford a house three blocks from the beach on her nurse's salary. Her hint at an explanation piqued his curiosity. He carried the soda and ice; Sara took the keys from him and let them in.

As soon as the door closed, Sara was all over him. Jake held her at arm length.

"Slow down," he said, "We have all day and half the night."

Sara nodded.

Jake had noticed her willingness to go along with whatever he wanted last time they were together. He decided to see how submissive she really was.

"Reach under your skirt and give me your panties."

Sara wriggled out of a pair of pale lemon bikinis and, with downcast eyes, handed them to him. The panties were wet and smelled of her arousal; he put them in his pocket for later.

He beckoned her to him. "Did you shave for me?"

"Yes Jacob," she said in a small voice.

She was getting into this.

"Show me."

With her eyes still downcast, she slowly pulled the mini up to her waist. Her smooth and hairless pussy lips glistened with her arousal. Her prominent clitoris was already peeking from its protective hood. She was as ready as any woman he'd ever seen and he hadn't even touched her. He reached between her legs and covered her bald little mound with his hand.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

Sara whispered, "Absolutely."

Jake inserted two fingers into her slick channel and pressed his thumb against her clit.

"Will you willingly do anything I want?"

"Anything and everything," she whimpered.

Jake removed his fingers from her pussy and slowly removed the rest of her clothes. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, Jake took her into his arms and kissed her. She responded passionately, her tongue seeking his and her body pressed against him. Jake laid her down on the bed and she scooted over to the middle to make room for him.

"Put you hands above your head, close your eyes and keep them closed," he ordered.

She complied.

Jake sat on the bed and played with her beautiful body. He nibbled the side of her neck while he caressed the upper swells of her breasts, then flipped her over and kissed and nibbled down her back to her magnificent ass. Jake ran his hands across her ass cheeks and grabbed one firmly.

"Who owns this ass?" he asked.

"You Jacob, only you," she said dreamily.

"Raise it up for me," he demanded.

She pulled her knees under her and pushed her bottom up towards him, hands still clasped in front of her. He knelt beside her and continued to caress her heart-shaped ass.

"What if I wanted to spank it?" he said, smacking her lightly.

She shuddered and moaned; "I'd count the strokes for you."

He leaned over and nipped her with his teeth.

"And if I wanted to bite it?"

She pushed her butt back towards him and hissed, "I'd cherish the teeth marks."

Jake wet his finger in the juices pouring out of her over heated vagina and placed the digit on her puckered anus.

"And if I wanted to fuck it?" Jake said as he slowly pushed his finger past her sphincter.

"I'd cum for you," Sara moaned as she climaxed.

Sara fell to her side as she rode out her orgasm. Jake crawled up and held her in his arms until she stopped trembling. When Sara regained her composure Jake kissed his way down her front, stopping at her right breast. He took her swollen nipple between his lips, sucked it into his mouth, captured it with his teeth, and lightly bit down on it.

Sara's eyes flew open and her hand dropped down to grab his head. Jake released her nipple and started to apologize. But Sara was holding his face to her tit with surprising strength.

"More," Sara said, "bite me harder."

Jake obliged. He sucked hard on her nipple then bit down firmly. He wrapped both hands around her tit and squeezed it in the same rhythm he was using on her nipple. Sara was still holding his head lightly; he took her hands and pushed them back toward the headboard. Then he attacked her other breast. Sara's hips were pushing up in a fucking motion and she was twisting her upper body to get more of her tit into his mouth. She moaned in complaint when he released her nipple but cooed when he changed position and licked her dripping pussy. As soon as he sucked her enlarged clit into his mouth, she slammed her hips upward and came explosively. Knowing her capacity for multiple orgasms, Jake kept eating her. She came again and dropped her hands to the back of his head to guide his movements. Jake immediately stopped and pulled back.

"Please don't stop baby," she pleaded.

Jake slid off the bed; "Undress me", he said.

Sara scooted off the bed and stood before him; she pulled his tee-shirt over his head then unsnapped his cut offs and pushed them down his legs. She knelt at his feet and grabbed the waistband of his jockey shorts. She gently tugged them down over his erection and let them slide to the floor. Jake stepped out of the pool of clothes at his feet. Sara looked up at Jake unsure of what he wanted next. Jake reached down and cupped her chin in his hand.

"Do you like you being on your knees in front of me?" he asked.

"Very much," she replied.

"Sit back on your heels, pull your shoulders back and lift your chin," he directed.

Sara assumed the position he indicated and demurely placed her hands on her knees. Jakes stepped toward her until his penis was inches in front of her face. Still looking him in the eye, Sara took him into her mouth. Sara raised her hands, one cradled his balls, and the other grabbed his shaft. Jake murmured instruction and encouragement as Sara's skill soon started to match her enthusiasm. Jake stiffened and came. Jet after ropy jet shot into Sara's avidly sucking mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but the flow was too copious. Cum oozed out of the corner of her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her breast. When his dick was licked clean, Jake scooped up the overflow with his fingers and brought it to her lips. Sara happily licked it off. Sara sat back on her heels and reassumed the position Jake had shown her.

Knees shaky, Jake sat on the edge of the bed. Sara turned so she was facing him again.

'Get me hard again so I can fuck you," he said.

With a squeal of delight, Sara fastened her lips to his dick. In seconds, he was hard again. He reached for his bag and fished out a condom.

"You won't need that," Sara said proudly, "I have a diaphragm."

Laughing, he pulled her up onto the bed and positioned her on her back. Sara eagerly spread her legs and Jake moved between them. He grasped his dick and ran the head up and down her slit. When he had transferred enough moisture, he lodged the head inside her labia. She was tight in spite of the river of juices running from her. Jake pushed forward slightly then pulled back. He waited a couple of heartbeats then pushed back into her slightly harder. As he continued, the slow penetration and withdrawal, Sara's hips start to move to assist his entry. Now over halfway in, Jake held himself at the top of his stroke. Sara mewed in frustration.

"Don't stop, please Jacob; I want all of you," she begged.

He eased his cock deeper into her wetness. Then he pulled back slowly. When just the flared helmet of his cock remained in her, he paused, gathered his strength, and plunged all the way into her tight channel. The head of his dick was against her cervix and the base of his shaft was grinding against her clit. Sara went ballistic -- she was a screamer and a thrasher. Jake held on as she flopped around the bed, he was almost deaf by the time she shut up and lay there gasping. All that and he hadn't even taken a full stroke.

Jake reached behind him, hooked his arms behind her knees, and draped her legs across his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper into her. He pulled back and lunged forward, picking up speed with his strokes. Sara grunted loudly each time he bottomed out. Then the screaming and gyrations started again. Jake pulled out of her and, keeping her legs over his shoulders, fastened his mouth to her pussy. He sucked her clit between his lips and strummed it with his tongue. He ate her to two orgasms; then flipped her over and took her doggy style. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to control her movement.

As Sara was coming, Jake wet his finger, set it to seven o'clock on her pucker, and pushed slowly into her ass. Sara went rigid and her scream stopped mid-note; then she shuddered, wailed like a siren, and fell face first onto the bed. Jake let go of her hair but kept stoking. He matched the finger in her ass to his fucking rhythm and with his free hand smacked her ass check. It was the most coordination he had ever displayed. Fifteen more strokes and he wedged his prick and finger in her as deep as he could and blasted her with his cum. Not to be outdone, Sara had another wailing, screaming shuddering climax. Jake fell exhausted onto his side; his finger and prick popped out of her. Sara snuggled up to him.

"I can't believe it took a fifteen year-old boy to make a woman out of me," she said. "I am totally yours now, Jacob, you are the master of my body. I didn't think it was possible to cum from intercourse, I didn't think a person could orgasm as much or as hard as I just did, and I certainly didn't think that I'd like anything up my ass."

"I'm glad for you and I have some more detailed plans for your ass later," he said. "But right now your master needs a shower and so does his little sex slave."

Sara chuckled, "I love the way you take control of me; all my fantasies involve being lovingly dominated. I have to be strong and in-charge as a single mother and my job requires I be in total control so it's perfect to let you rule this part of me."

Jake jumped off the bed and pulled her to her feet. He spun he around and swatted her ass. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Sara ran to the bathroom holding her hands over her butt cheeks.

After a thoroughly enjoyable shower, Jake put on his shorts and went into the kitchen. Sara came in a few minutes later, her wet hair combed out, and a silk kimono wrapped around her luscious curves. Jake loved the way her breasts wobbled under the robe as she fixed lunch. As they ate, she filled him in on her marriage experience.

She started working at a major Orlando hospital right out of nursing school. Her first assignment was as a recovery room nurse. During her first week on the job, she met Doctor Christopher Douglas, a handsome young neurosurgeon. After a month of flirting, the dashing Dr. Douglas asked her out. They dated for five months and were engaged for six more. She was hopelessly in love with every mother's dream. Christopher was a perfect gentleman during their courtship, he didn't pressure her for sex and, when she hinted she was ready to lose her virginity, he told her that they should wait until they were married. A week before their wedding, the good doctor scheduled her an OB-GYN appointment with a partner in his private practice. While Christopher held her hand, the gynecologist painlessly removed her maidenhead. In retrospect, that should have been her clue that something wasn't right. But she was naive and in love, and thought it was a sophisticated way to make their first time better.

They married in June of '67 and consummated their marriage on a cruise ship headed to the Bahamas. Sex with Christopher wasn't what she imagined but she thought it was because of her lack of experience. Two months later, she discovered she was pregnant and the sex stopped completely. Christopher Douglas was elated with the pregnancy and treated Sara like a queen. The more she showed her condition, the more social engagements they had. Christopher Chase Douglas, Junior was born by Caesarian Section on St Patrick's Day, 1968. Her c-section incision was closed by the best plastic surgeon in town. Christopher Senior and his parents were on cloud nine. A male heir to one of New England's most prominent families had been born. The royal treatment continued during the mother and son's hospital stay and for the three weeks that the grandparents were in town; then the sky caved in.

Christopher sat Sara down and, not mincing words, told her he was a homosexual and their marriage was one of convenience. As a stunned Sara sat crying, Douglas told her the available options: one. Stay in a sterile marriage of convenience or two. Divorce quietly and move far enough away to avoid each other but close enough for visitation. Choice number two came with a job, generous alimony, child support, a house, and a car. Seven weeks later, she returned from Las Vegas divorced. She and Christopher Junior settled into their new life, one that did not include men. She and the doctor maintained a civil relationship revolving around their son.

Jake could see the reasoning behind Dr. Douglas' actions. In this era, gays pretty much stayed in the closet. Wives and children were excellent camouflage. Douglas had tried to make it up to her financially, but it was a cruel trick to play on Sara none-the-less. Jake now knew why she was unmarked by childbirth and why she was so tight. Jake took Sara's hand in his and pulled her unto his lap.

"The days of you being without a man are over," he said. "Now go to the bedroom and get out two pairs of stockings or panty hose and the baby oil we used shaving you. Take off your robe, kneel on the bed facing the door and wait quietly for me."

Jake gave her fifteen minutes to contemplate her fate, then strolled into the bedroom. Sara was kneeling on the bed naked, arms behind her, chin up and chest thrown out. She looked apprehensive but excited. Walking around the posed Sara, Jake could see the moisture gleaming on her shaved labia. On the night table were four stockings and a bottle of baby oil sitting on a neatly folded towel.

"Lay on your back spread eagled," he said.

Eyes large and round she quickly complied. Jake took her left foot and tied it to one corner of the large four-poster bed. Then he moved around her clockwise tying each limb to its corresponding post. Sara pulled against her bonds but she couldn't loosen them. Her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breathing; pure lust shot from her eyes.

Jake shucked off his shorts and climbed on the bed. He proceeded to kiss and lick every square inch of Sara's body that he could reach. When she was writhing on the bed and almost purring, he attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue. Her first orgasm took about three minutes to hit her; her second less than two minutes later.

After that, Jake lost count as he alternated between eating and fucking her. Sara seemed to enjoy everything he did to her and Jake loved the way she responded to him. He especially liked the way she eagerly licked her juices off his face, fingers, and dick. After thirty minutes of almost non-stop coming from first being eaten then fucked Jake did not stop his oral treatment after she came; instead he inserted a finger in her and massaged her g-spot, his tongue never losing contact with her clit. She came again quickly, then started chanting his name and babbling. Jake pulled his finger out of her slit and grabbed both her nipples. He twisted her nipples hard and bit down firmly on her clit. Sara's body arched like a bow and juices actually squirted out of her pussy, soaking Jake's face and neck. She fell back on the bed unmoving. She was totally limp as Jake hurried to untie her.

Leaving Sara passed out on the bed, Jake went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cool water. He bathed Sara's face and neck, then wiped down her sweat-glistened body. Sara's eyelids fluttered; she grabbed Jake and planted a huge kiss on his lips.

"Oh my God, Jake; that was beyond description! How did you know that I've dreamed of being tied up since I was a teenager? I'm so embarrassed I soaked the bed. I can't even begin to tell you how good that was."

Jake pulled her on top of him as she rambled on. Finally, he pushed down on her shoulders until she took the hint and wrapped her lips around his shaft. The room became quiet except for some slurping and humming sounds.

"You really like the taste of your pussy, don't you?

She nodded slightly, not letting go of his dick.

"Don't be surprised if one day I don't give you some different pussy to taste."

Her expression was priceless: alternately shocked, disgusted, contemplative, and then interested.

Sara smiled smugly when, in fewer than two minutes, he white-washed her tonsils; this time, she didn't spill a drop. She crawled up beside him and covered them both with the sheet. He rolled her on her side and spooned behind her. She pulled his hand over her breast and the sated lovers fell asleep.

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Chapter 5