Richard's Rules Ch. 03

As his touch wandered up her thighs her eyes closed again. Finally he reached her curly red hair, worked his fingers through it and into the folds below, slowly, deliberately. She made a little sigh of pleasure.

"Do you feel clean yet?"

"Oh, yes. Now let's clean you up. I want you nice and clean."

She washed his back, and reached under to touch the bottom of his scrotum along the way. Turning him around she rubbed the bar of soap on his chest and abdomen, and proceeded to work it into a lather with her hands. Eventually there was only one place left to clean. "This is what needs cleaning the most. It certainly has been a lot of places today, hasn't it?"

She lathered her hands and seemed to enjoy rubbing and gently squeezing her prize, growing harder by the moment. A light pull on the scrotum finished the job. "There, now. We can get it all good and clean now."

When she used her hands to rinse the soap off his breath quickened, and she noticed. "Oh, no you don't. We've got to save it for inside." She gave him one more quick rinse with cold water and turned the water off.

"Dry me." He knew what to do, and what she wanted him to pay particular attention to.

She dried him, and took down her clothes and his towel. "There's no sense in putting these on, we're only going to take them right off again, aren't we?"

"You're in charge."

"Yes! I am!"

They entered the back door, went through the kitchen and straight to her room. She already had the bed turned down in preparation, and motioned him toward it.

Stretching out next to him, she ran her hands over his body; it didn't take much for his arousal to be complete. She wrapped her hand around it, and slid her body on top of him with his hardness trapped between them. She touched his nose with an index finger and whispered in his ear, "Do you know why I wanted you to be so clean?" He shook his head 'no'. "It's because I'm a baaad girl, and I want to try something very...very... bad. Something I've heard about, but never done before. I expect you probably have done it, but this is my first time, and I intend to enjoy it."

She kissed his lips and face while her hands wandered over him. Her kisses moved to his chest, sucking on his nipples, and tracing them with her tongue, just like he had done to her. Lower her kisses moved, with particular attention to his navel with her lips and tongue. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations and was conscious of the increase in his heart rate. Lower and lower she went, until she kissed in his pubic hair all around where he stood at attention. He was really ready. With only a slight hesitation, she kissed around the base of his member, and under to the scrotum, where she used her tongue. Using her hand to steady him, she kissed her way up his shaft, covering the top, sides and underside until she reached the head.

Richard began to gasp for breath. "Oh God, Margaret. What are you doing? I can't take much of that."

"Well, now you know what it feels like for me when you kiss my special place," she said as she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. His body tensed, and she let go for a moment. "Let me know when it's time. Give me a signal. I don't think I want that in my mouth. Promise?" He nodded.

She went back to work on the head, and took a little of the shaft in also, her eyes fixed on his face. Whenever she saw him press his head back into the pillow she backed off a little, waited for a few moments before swirling her tongue and lowering her head once more. The pleasure was intense for him, and it showed, as his eyes closed and he threw his head back hard against the pillow, gasping. After a few cycles of in, swirl and out he knew he had had enough so he tapped her shoulder, and she pulled him out of her mouth and watched it spurt as she continued to hold him in her hand, with her head on his chest.

"Did you like that, Richard? Was it as good as other times?"

"Words can't describe how I felt, and no, I've never done that before. I've always been a giver, never a receiver. Where did you learn that?"

"I know you guys have certain kinds of books that you circulate among yourselves. Well, we have those kinds of books, too. Very educational, wouldn't you say?" He grinned and nodded. "Sometimes in the books they let it happen in their mouth. I wonder what it tastes like."

She raised her head and found a little puddle on his abdomen. Sticking out her tongue she barely touched the liquid with the tip of her tongue, worked her tongue around in her mouth a little, and then dragged her tongue through it more completely for a better taste. "Not at all like I thought it would be. Thick and kind of salty. Interesting. Maybe I'll try letting it happen in my mouth if I ever do this again. It might be kind of exciting to feel and taste it hot."

"It was hot alright! You are full of surprises, Margaret."

"So, how do I taste? Do you like it?"

"I don't know if I can describe how you taste. I guess it is somewhat salty, too, and. yes, I like it. A lot. The musky smell that goes with it seems to enhance the taste for me. It seems like every girl is different."

They lay beside each other for a few minutes while Richard recovered somewhat. Margaret finally got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet wash cloth to clean him up as she stood beside him. Then, folding the cloth, she laid it on the glass top of the bedside table, beside the lamp.

"You know, that got me sort of excited myself - just watching your reactions. Come here."

When he stood she gave him a quick kiss she fondled him, using her fingers to coax him back to life, then turned and bent over the bed. "It's my turn. Do you think you are up for it?"

His usual fast recovery was slowing noticeably as the weekend progressed but she managed to get him at least partially hard again, even if he wasn't ready to ejaculate.

"I think so. A little softer than usual, but I think I can manage."

He leaned over her back and slid his semi-hardness into her from behind. It was not something he did often, but he knew what to do. They were soon going thrust for thrust, and he reached around her to hold her breasts. He wrapped his hand around them and let his thumbs play with the nipples until he felt her climax, then held the soft orbs in his hands until she was ready to get up.

She sighed with pleasure. "Very good. A nice little climax. Thank you. I like it like that once in a while."

She tumbled onto the bed, pulling him with her and again they lay side by side, and let their hands lightly run over each other.

"Richard, why do you sometimes ask us to close our eyes?"

"Well, I figure we have five senses. Sight is the one we have the most control over. It seems to me that if one eliminates sight that gives greater awareness of the others. I think it makes you more aware of how things feel and heightens anticipation, which should increase your pleasure. And, pleasing you is exciting for me, also."

"I never thought of that." She considered for a moment. " I'd like to try it, sort of with a twist. How about you close your eyes and touch me while I watch you. I'd like to see if you feel any more yourself. See what I mean? If you like touching me, with your eyes closed it should be even better for you. Does that make sense? Let's do it. Besides, I think I'm ready for a bigger climax than I just had. That was just a warm up." She paused. "You know, I'm not usually quite this active, if you know what I mean, but you do something to me that drives me to it. Believe it or not, at school I'm not considered to be 'fast'. Doris now, everyone knows she's fast. Anyway, close your eyes and let's get started. That is, unless you don't think you can find your way around my body without looking," she laughed.

Richard closed his eyes, took a deep breath to relax, and began to let his hands roam over her. It was true, he thought. He often had the girls close their eyes to experience greater pleasure, but he had never tried it himself. The sight of a female body was exciting enough to him, yet there really was something to it. While he enjoyed the sight of a woman's body he found his own sense of touch heightened, and he discovered curves and valleys on her body he had never noticed before. He concentrated on what her nipples felt like, and just how much of a breast he could hold in his hand. He leaned over and took as much of a breast in his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue around the nipple. He enjoyed the sensation of it, not just the touch of her nipple with his tongue, but a whiff of female scent as well. She gave a little moan of pleasure as she watched his face. One of his hands crept lower until he could twist red pubic hair around his fingers and explore the hidden fleshy folds. His fingers slid up and down the valley, and found the precious nub; she moaned some more, and opened her legs wider to give him total access.

With a quick shift of position he knelt between her legs. At first he used two hands to massage her entire vulva, pressing, kneading, and rubbing. He was aware of her lubrication, and how she seemed to be getting very, very excited. He was, too. Her scent was much more noticeable. This was another new experience for him. He spread her lips apart and rubbed the inside of each, inserted two fingers into her, plunging in and out several times and then took them out. Lowering his head, he began to use his tongue where his fingers had been only moments before, sliding between those already sopping lips. He took one lip in his mouth, clamped it tight with his mouth, and sucked on it while he rubbed his tongue over it. He heard her inhale sharply. His tongue worked its way into her. She rotated her hips up so her could reach deeper, and he thrust his tongue in and withdrew it again and again. Spreading her lips wide apart with his fingers, he laid his tongue flat over the entrance to her inner secrets and slowly dragged it up the valley, fingers and tongue forcing her lips apart as his tongue reached higher. He felt her body begin to tremble as he neared his goal, the blue pearl. He clamped his mouth over the hood covering it, sucked, and pulled it outward. When it was stretched he worked his tongue under it until it found the root of her pleasure. The touch of his tongue on the tip of the bare clitoris almost made her cry out. He knew better than to keep in contact with it for very long, so withdrew and repeated the tongue-lap process again.

Her body began to writhe beneath him, and his full hardness returned. It really was amazingly exciting with his eyes closed. He heard each breath she took, felt each quiver of her body. Her woman smell was even more intoxicating than he had ever noticed before, and he inhaled it deeply. He sensed she was ready to explode.

Margaret had watched his face, and could see the pleasure spreading across it. She saw his breathing quicken along with hers. She wondered if he would climax, maybe even climax first. That would not do. 'It had better be me first, by golly!' she thought.

With one last trip around the vulva by his tongue she couldn't stand it any longer. His face was contorted with pleasure, pleasure from pleasing her! She must have him, NOW.

Reaching down, she grabbed his shoulders to pull him up to a coupling position. She reached for him to guide him in, but her touch was nearly the last straw for him and he plunged in up to the hilt, slamming hard against her. His hands continued their magic on her breasts and she continued to writhe. Fireworks went off in her head; she was burning, burning. When would it stop? No, don't ever stop! In the writhing of her ecstasy he slipped out and with a groan he collapsed onto her, his own nearly dry climax trapped between them. Their senses were so overcome that neither of them heard the scream that escaped her when she threw her head back.

They lay as if glued together, as if the seed he had spilled between them bonded their bodies onto one. Time lost all meaning until their senses returned.

They were brought out of their reverie by a knocking on the door. "Is everything all right in there? Nobody's hurt?"

Margaret managed to gasp out "Go...back...to bed...Doris!" Then Margaret began to laugh. Her laugh was contagious. Belly to belly they laughed together. Laughed until the bed shook.

"I don't know what you two had for a snack, but I want some!"

"I said, go back to bed. Leave us alone."

"You don't have to get all huffy. I was just concerned for your welfare."

Margret reached down on the floor, picked up a slipper, and threw it at the door.

With the thud of the shoe Doris retreated, "All right, all right. I'm going."

They kissed again, and she ran her tongue over his tongue and lips. "So that's what I taste like? Not too bad. Different from yours, though."

Richard rolled off of Margaret. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up the wet washcloth she had used earlier. "Now look what you've done. Another cleanup job is needed."

"I couldn't believe how fast that came on, or the fact that it came on at all for me. The effect of closing my eyes was really different. Wow."

"And I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch you get excited. Want to try it again?"

He closed his eyes. "If we don't stop I'll be dead. I don't have an ounce of energy left."

"Guess we'll have to save it for the morning, huh?"

He didn't hear her; he had already drifted off to into exhausted sleep.

(In Chapter 4 the weekend draws to a close. Did Richard survive?)