The Freak - S01 E20

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The Freak - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

laughter. We came together for a long kiss, "Don't you think you should undress me now," Barbara whispered. I kissed her again, moving my hands to her tiny buttons while she began to work on mine. My hands are big and powerful, but they weren't made for this kind of work. She had me practically naked by the time I had half of her buttons opened.

"Here, silly, let me help you." She pulled the blouse up and over her head, turning around so I could handle her bra. I leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. Barbara reached behind her to lower my slacks and my briefs. Luckily had worn my loafers so I was able to step out of my shoes. I placed all of the clothes on a chair while Barbara lowered the blanket and sheet. "I think I need to practice some sexy poses for you something that will help you get turned on."

"You haven't needed anything so far. Just one glance at your beautiful face and your incredible body and look at me." I looked down at my cock which stood at attention, as hard as granite and already leaking pre-cum. I kneeled on the bed and lay next to my goddess to caress and experience her fantastic body from head to toe-her soft smooth skin, her glimmering hair, her perfect conical breasts topped with sensitive and responsive nipples and areolas. I kissed each of those nipples, licking and suckling like an infant. My hand rubbed her labia until she was panting and squirming with desire.

"It's time, darling. Make love to me. I want it. Damn, need it." She pulled a condom from the night table and with practiced precision unrolled it down my shaft as I moved between her legs.

"I know it's going to hurt at first. Am going to bleed?" hesitated a second then jumped up to the bathroom, returning with a thin bath towel. Barbara raised her hips to accommodate me then spread her legs wide. I rubbed myself up and down her slit several times before gently pushing home. I was going slowly for two reasons. First, Barbara was a virgin, unused to having anything anywhere near as thick as my cock in her tunnel. Second, I didn't want her to hurt any more than necessary. Apparently, she had other ideas as she thrust her hips upward several inches, ripping her hymen in a flash.

She cried out, several tears streaming from her face, but when I looked at her all I could see was her love. I kissed those tears. away as Barbara began to smile. She relaxed as I pushed further into her. We began a rhythm, moving together-slowly at first- Barbara's legs wrapped tightly around my waist. "Oh, Jack!" She was moaning continuously now. I raised my body up onto my elbows so I could worry her sensitive nipples with my fingers. I could tell from her movements that she was rubbing her clit-her big hard clit loaded with sensitive nerve endings-into my pubic bone.

She was working as hard as I was, driving her hips into me with every thrust. Her face was a mask of love and lust. Her love for me was evident, but just as obvious was her lust-her desire and need to fuck and be fucked-to cum and cum hard.

Our pace increased until we were fucking like animals then- suddenly and without warning-she froze, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down for a kiss that showed her passion and her love and her lust. Then, just as suddenly, she lost it. Her body shook in three or four directions at once as her powerful orgasm claimed reign over her body. Even my weight wasn't enough to keep her in the center of the bed. She was just coming down when my orgasm hit. She knew by now what to expect. Six straight times my hips drove forward, a fountain of semen erupting from my hard hot tool. I tried to move off her, but she would hear nothing of it. "Please, Jack...stay where you are. I love having you in me."

"There's nothing I'd like more, but, if do, there's a good chance that the condom will leak. That would never do." I kissed her again, a relatively chaste one, and slid off to her side, the condom, loaded with my seed, dangling from my shrinking cock. I trotted to the bathroom to flush it away and wash my organ thoroughly. I knew that Barbara wanted to play and the last thing we needed was for some stray sperm to find its way into the wrong place.

Barbara was grinning like the Cheshire cat when returned. I lay next to her, kissing her cheek and hair and rubbing her back and butt. "Why the silly grin," asked.

"I was just remembering something you said. Remember when you told me that making love was the most fun thing you ever did? I agree completely. It really was the best thing I've ever done. Can we do it again?"

"We can, but we'll need to rest and wait a bit. Men aren't built like women." She began to laugh and I joined her. "That's not what I meant. Women can make love time after time as long as their vaginas are lubricated, but a man has to recover. I think it's called refractory period. I should be okay to go again in about thirty or forty minutes. Then if you want to do it again it'll take me a bit longer."

She "pouted" until she smiled, calling me a spoil sport. I just shrugged my shoulders as I pulled her to me again. We talked about our plans. I wanted us to marry as soon as possible. I also wanted Barbara to accompany me to Cambridge the week after Easter so we could look to rent an apartment or house. I thought that she could apply to local universities for admission in January. She had good grades and there were plenty of universities in the Boston area so I was sure she would be successful. I'd rent two motel rooms for appearance sake, but after tonight there would be no reason to use both. If we could marry at the end of the school year we could move to Massachusetts the following week.

Barbara had been playing with my cock, something she had done often almost every night we spent down past the apartments and, sure enough, thirty-five minutes later she rolled another condom down my shaft. "Why don't you take the top this time? I think you'll like it, maybe even better. You'll have complete freedom of movement and I'll be able to play with these babies." was already massaging her gorgeous breasts.

"It could be better?" Her tone was incredulous, but she climbed over me to straddle my hips. I took my cock and helped her to line up her pussy with my organ. She had her eyes closed, her face showing total contentment as I stretched her vaginal walls. She began a rocking motion, rubbing her clit into my muscular abdomen. She leaned down for a quick, but hot kiss as I rubbed her breasts and rolled her hard wrinkled nipples with my hands. Barbara's clit was big-much bigger than average. When swollen as it was now it was easy to rub it into me. Roughly half protruded from its hood. Barbara obviously enjoyed the freedom this position gave her. I knew that loved seeing her physically expressing her love for me in such an energetic and enthusiastic way.

We had experienced intense orgasms less than an hour ago so both of us were much slower to cum. I thought it was a blessing to be inside Barbara's heavenly cunt for such an extended time. Finally, after more than ten minutes a silent scream passed Barbara's lips as her back arched about thirty degrees, driving her sensitive clit even more firmly into my body. I moved my hands from her breasts to her hips. Only my strength kept her from thrashing around, and possibly off, the bed. Once again, she was coming down-after almost a minute of what the French call "the little death-as my hips drove her up and my cock exploded into her steaming hot vault.

Barbara was spent so I pulled her down to my body, taking care to

let my shrinking organ escape her cunt. I knew there'd be leakage Barbara was spent so I pulled her down to my body, taking care to let my shrinking organ escape her cunt. I knew there'd be leakage in this position so I wanted it on the sheets instead of in her. I spent the next fifteen minutes covering her face with tiny kisses while my hands rubbed her back and her glorious butt. Checking my watch I saw that the time was 1:17. tried to rouse her. "C'mon, we need a shower and then I have to get you home."

The shower was just a tub surrounded by a plastic curtain so we got in together once I had figured out how to work it and the water was warm enough. I washed Barbara with the motel's tiny bar of soap while she used the other on me. For some reason we decided that was hilarious and we laughed through the entire episode.

I dried Barbara while she did the best she could with her hair then we dressed and took the key back to the office. I was surprised to find the owner still on the job. On the brief walk Barbara had asked If we could come back tomorrow. That meant that I had two things to discuss. "I'd like to book the room for another night and I think I owe you for a bath towel. I'm sorry, but she bled on it."

"You sure are an honest young man. Don't worry about the towel. I'm just glad you had the sense to use one. It'll be another fifteen for the room. I passed him another twenty and he amended the registration card. I left the office just a few minutes later. The clock on the wall said 1:54.

Barbara snuggled as closely to me as humanly possible for the entire drive home. We were ten minutes into the drive when Barbara looked up at me. "I can't believe that something so beautiful could be a sin."

"Welcome to the club. Truthfully, I find that a lot of the things that the Church considers to be sinful are ridiculous. Why do the priests and nuns always make everything so negative? If you don't attend Mass every Sunday you'll burn in hell. If you eat meat on Friday you'll burn in hell. If that's not bad enough, you don't even have to commit a sin to burn in hell. All you have to do is think about it."

"Yeah," she responded cheerfully, "you'll burn in hell for impure thoughts, or whatever."

"On the positive side you have to know that what you're doing is a

sin for it to count. I don't consider what we did tonight to be wrong,

let alone a sin. Here's something else-I find it hard to believe that someone who leads a good life, obeying the Commandments, won't get into Heaven unless he's Catholic. That just doesn't make sense. I think that a lot of the things we are told exist only so the priests can control the people. Why else use all those scare tactics? Instead why not tell people how great they'll feel if they attend Mass? I just don't understand it."

"Me neither, Jack; I do know this-what we did tonight was NOT WRONG. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced and tomorrow I want to do it again and again." She reached up to kiss my cheek. I agreed with her completely. Making love with Barbara was the single most amazing thing I could imagine.

I dropped her off a few minutes after 2:30 Saturday morning and, even then, neither of us wanted me to leave. Finally, I whispered, "The sooner I leave the sooner I'll be able to return. I'll call you first...right after I tell my family how happy I am." I leaned down for one more kiss before pushing her through the door. I was bone weary when I fell into bed around 3:00. Barbara had worn me out, something that hadn't happened in 130 consecutive basketball games. What a woman!

NEXT: Trouble in paradise.