Theodore Stickles: Prisoner Of Lust

While she reflected on these happy conclusions Smart-ass had been moving gently about in the bed and suddenly she knew that, ready or not, she was about to receive his gentle offering.

Smartass was not violent-not a rapist like the first two men in her ass today. He moved her about with such loving care that she was reminded momentarily of that lovely few moments before nice old Mr. Costello's heart had blown out on him.

It felt so gooooood-even tired and fuck-riddled as she was after all afternoon sandwiched between two madmen, it felt so good to have a nice gentle man give her a nice gentle turn-on. He wasn't stretching or straining or pushing her this way and that. Instead, his hands were caressing her ass as gently as if she were still a virgin, as if her were afraid of frightening her away. More practically, she realized, he just didn't want to hurt her after all the violence she had undergone that day.

But a half-dozen multiple rapes did nothing to still the delicious feel of Smart-ass gently kissing the gentle roundness of her belly, digging his tongue into her navel, doing all sorts of gentle and delicate things that felt so good she wanted to giggle and kiss him and hold him and-instead, she pursed her lips and began moving them slowly and precisely up and down the bared head of his swollen, month-rested rod.

"I'll give you a half an hour to cut that out," he murmured and went back to his gentle bussing of her belly. His arms were wrapped round her ass-not squeezing the life out of her but just hanging on hard enough to let her know he was there, that he was strong, that when she was ready tomorrow or next week or whenever, this gentle giant of a man was going to teach her what real fucking was like-fucking that involved enjoying one another, giving pleasure without exploitation, without eternally striving for one upsmanship. Why hadn't she been able to see through this lovely man years ago instead of always fighting him off with a wisecrack? Had it taken rape to learn that she was a woman, that she J needed a man, that she needed a man with a brain sharp enough to hold his own with her?

Smart-ass was licking her ass in ways wondrous to experience. He could have been doing that for the last twelve years, she told herself, and the realization of all that wasted time brought tears to Paula's eyes. Thanking the gods of love and law for the darkness, she dedicated herself to licking his lovely lance.

She ran her mouth up and down it, lips sliding smoothly over the bared head of his hammer. He was straining, gritting his teeth and tensing every muscle in an effort not to succumb to the assault of total eroticism she was unleashing. Must be as bad for him as twin cocks had been for her, she guessed. But Smart-ass was not giving up the battle.

It was incredible. A month or two and still he managed to preserve his hard-on! She took a deep breath and realized what she had let herself in for. If she had to, she'd fuck him but she really didn't want to. It wouldn't be fair to Smart-ass to give him a poor third after all she'd been through that day. She wanted to be rested up, flesh-toned and taut, her cunt as perfect and as ready as possible. After all, Smart-ass had waited twelve years. He was entitled to the best and she was going to see that he got it.

But what about right now? She couldn't just leave him high and dry like this. It wasn't his fault he had a hard-on. If she'd wanted to go back to sleep he would have let her. But she had had to go meddling, playing with the poor man's prick and now…

She took a deep breath and began moving her mouth up and down his cock a little faster, pausing only to run her tongue in loving, lascivious circles around the hot throbbing tip of his tremendous tool. It seemed to be growing with every lick and now she was sure it was larger than Harry Riggs's, larger even than the red-haired man's whose name she had never learned.

But she had learned the devastating effect of his tool. Jesus, was she ever going to have a ball with this cock once she was rested up and ready to engage once more in fun and games.

She was still licking and kissing, sucking away at the head of Smart-ass's cock and Smart-ass was huffing and puffing, straining with every muscle but he wasn't coming. God, what a man!

When she started out this had been strictly a labor of love-something she was going to do for Smart-ass and not for herself. But under the onslaught of his tongue in her navel, his lips kissing gentle, lascivious circles around her belly, Paula discovered that it was truly more blessed to give than to receive-if giving was capable of getting her this gentle and painless turn-on.

That was the lovely thing about it. It felt so gooood and yet she was not tearing herself to pieces as she had been between those two madmen with their raging go-for-broke cocks. Smart-ass would be here for the long haul. Hadn't he come through twice today already-rescuing her from that awful naked moment at the top of the escalator when everybody else had just stared-and now he had saved her ass, saved her life and her career this afternoon. And now he was licking her ass. Without her quite realizing how it had happened her thighs had opened, and there he was bussing the passion-swollen labia of her vulva, kissing loving circles around her, careful lest he touch some raw and tender place.

Suddenly Paula was coming. My god, she thought, coming again after all I've been through and he hasn't even put his tongue into my pussy yet-because he was probably afraid to hurt her. But Smart-ass with his gentle kissing had set off little pinwheels of erotic fire inside her belly. Each time the eruption of joy threatened to stop he kissed her in some odd place and once more it started. It was such a gentle, continuous come that it didn't hurt at all. It felt so gooooooood. And what on earth was she going to do for him?

She opened her mouth wide, forced her head farther down on his cock and began to swallow. Running full-length up and down, she love-laced him, driving his cock so deep down her throat that she could feel her chin grinding against the crisp ringlets of his pubic patch. Swallowing, licking, sucking, she did her god damndest to make him come. Then suddenly she was coming again under the onslaught of his educated tongue touching her tender asshole, tickling the swollen lips of her cunt, not even forcing them open to torment her tender clit. "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she shrieked and great ribbons of erotic fire coursed up her spine to ricochet about her empty skull and melt her brains. Her brains ran down her spine to flow around her cunt. And still his hard-on was unsullied.

She was gasping for breath, still in the throes of orgasm when he pulled it out. Grateful, she caught her breath and lay back.

"Feel up to fucking?" he asked her cheerfully.