The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation

by Medium McClusky

  Dorothy screamed. Her hips exploded, jerking at his face, snapping his head back again then yanking him back to the bed. Rory strengthened his grip on her ass and sucked on her clit hard. Dorothy shuddered, bucked and screamed all at the same time. Her hands beat the bed beside them. Then her thighs clapped together and Rory could not see much any longer. He swiped his tongue over the nub and she jumped again. Her body began to shake and then she arched from her shoulders and feet, lifting his face and shoulders above the bed. Strained and extended, she still shook for several seconds. Then it was over.

  Dorothy dropped her ass to the bed, her legs went limp. He rolled to one side and she curled up, facing away from him, panting and gasping, “oh god, oh god, oh god!” After a couple minutes, he rolled onto his back, scooting more fully onto the bed beside her. Dorothy rolled onto her back and looked at him. “Oh god, Rory, that was unbelievable!”

  Rory grinned. “Beginners luck?” He said.

  Dorothy shook her head, her eyes a misty shade of confused blue. She glanced down his body and moved a hand to grasp his very erect, very rigid cock. Without hesitation, she got to her knees, moved him to the center of the bed and mounted him. She balanced herself with her hands on his chest and slowly let her body sink down onto his hard dick.

  “Oh god!” Rory moaned as he felt and watched the nude woman lower herself down onto his cock. It penetrated her and he could see its progress writ in the expression on her face as she took him ever deeper into her quivering body. Then she was riding him, her red nipples wavered above him. Her hips jerked back and forth, rubbing their pubic bones together. He reached up and pinched both of her nipples hard and she screamed, arched her back, threw her head back and slammed her pussy down onto his cock. He rose up and captured one nipple and bit down, hard. Dorothy screamed loudly again. Her ass flailed at him harder and harder, pounding his cock into her depths again and again. She held still long enough for him to capture and bite her other nipple, then she screamed and cracked her ass down on him, screaming with another orgasm. She held their bodies together while her hips quivered and quaked.

  Rory grasped her hips and lunged up at her, pulling her down against him. Then he arched his back, raising hips and cock higher, spearing deeper into Dorothy, lifting her high off the bed, taking her weight fully onto his erect cock. She grunted then groaned and began to roll her hips, stirring her pulsing pussy with his prick. The motion of her hips sparked the orgasm. It flashed through Rory like a storm. He arched as high as he could and then jerked and jolted as he came, sealed into her flexing, shaking body.

  Again, they both went lax and she fell to the bed, rolling onto her back beside him, a leg draped over his body. She lay with a forearm over her eyes, panting, gasping for air. She pulled her leg off him, like she had barely enough strength to move, then rolled up on an elbow and looked down in his eyes.

  “I knew it!” She said.

  “What?” Rory asked, loving what he saw on her face, the glow, the gleam in eyes.

  “I knew you were a natural!”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You have a natural love for pleasing your woman. You have the desire to give pleasure.” Dorothy kissed him, caressing his face with her hand. The kiss was tender, gentle but softly passionate. When her mouth opened and her tongue touched him, she lowered her body onto his. The kiss got away from them. He rose up, pressing against her. His coated cock rose again. Dorothy’s hand found him rising and she pumped him till his prick was tight and fully erect. She lifted a leg and sat down on him, taking him completely into her body again without hesitation. They never broke the kiss. She lay on him, feeling him twitching and moving inside of her. She cinched her legs tighter on him, crouched as she was. Finally, she lifted her lips from his, breathless. She gazed down at her young lover.

  “Thank you, Rory. I love you!” She breathed.

  Rory did not hesitate. He lifted up and kissed her lightly on the lips and patted her bare ass. “I love you too, Dossy!” He hurled his hips at her, pulling her down on him. Her legs straightened out and Rory turned, rolling her onto her back. Her legs parted, opening to allow him full access, inviting him to take her and give her what he wanted. He pounded her with his cock, over and over till his orgasm welled up in him and he filled her again. He collapsed onto her and she stroked his back till he pulled his cock from her and flopped onto the bed beside her.

  They rested, lying side by side for several minutes. Finally, she rose, got a new, warm wash cloth and wiped his body clean. She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged minutes later, dressed. He got up and started to dress too. Mrs. Hannah sat on the bed nude beside him as he dressed. “You are a good lover, by instinct.” She said softly.

  “I read a lot.” He said and then laughed, nervous at the admission. Mrs. Hannah did not look up at him.

  She just sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her head bowed. When he was dressed, Rory stood silent for a moment and then he put a hand to the nape of her neck, tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. She returned his kiss, eventually lifting a hand to caress his face. He broke the contact and straightened. “Should we get to work?” He was thinking of his mother’s inspection.

  “Yes of course.” Mrs. Hannah said and they returned down into the basement, opening one of the storage rooms. They got little done and soon gave up.

  Chapter 7: Lust

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  Rory returned home doubly tired, empty of thought but filled with the sensation of having satisfied a real woman. He showered and ate with his parents and went into his room and slept till the next morning. He woke the next day to sunshine and his mother tapping on the door. The rest of the week was a blissful haze in which he wandered, marking time’s passing till he could see Mrs. Hannah again. His dad found him a job for a couple days, unloading trucks but his mind never strayed far from the thought of sex or Dorothy.

  The day finally arrived. Wondrous Saturday dawned.

  Dorothy greeted him at the door. She stared at him, waiting. She seemed to be passive, waiting so he took her in his arms and kissed her, pulling the door closed behind them as his lips touched hers. She responded immediately. They caterwauled into the bedroom and disrobed together. He mounted her without any hesitation while she lay on her back, her hands stretched above her. She clasped him with her legs and they fucked to a quick finish for him. He got a wash cloth and cleaned her and then got between her legs and began to lick her pussy while she ground it up into his face. She growled as he entered her with his tongue then pulled him free and begged for him to mount her again. He did and she convulsed into a violent climax, thrashing below his pounding hips, babbling about the pleasure coursing through her body.

  Dorothy calmed and Rory grasped her by the ass and chased after his own climax only to find her meeting his thrusts with her hips and coming again as he did, bucking as he bucked, groaning as he groaned. When he kissed her, he felt his body turn to quicksilver and flow into her. He filled her while she shivered and grunted beneath him.

  They did no work that day. He dared to not shower but went home smelling of sex. His mother watched him tear through the house, trying not to leave a wafting trail of fumes behind him. At supper, however, she smiled at him and said, “I guess your work with Mrs. Hannah is going well!”

  Something in her manner suggested his secret was not so secret. He blushed and his father looked up from his plate then returned to eating. His mother patted his hand.

  “I understand, Rory. I do.” And that was all she said. Rory dared not ask for any clarification but he felt a curious flush of approval from his mother. That was Saturday.

  By Monday, the idea of waiting till the next Saturday to see Dorothy again seemed impossible to endure yet endure he did, till Tuesday morning. When he knocked on Dorothy’s door he felt like he was in a panic, the need to have sex with her again possessed him like a drug. He considered ringing the doorbell and a minute later, Mrs. Ha
nnah opened the door.

  “Rory?” She said, puzzlement creasing her forehead. “Is everything okay?”

  Suddenly the surge of emotion, the coursing sexual energy that electrified his body was gone, replaced by a cold realization that perhaps the woman who populated his obsession had little to do with the woman answering the door. “I, ah...well,” he stuttered. “I wondered if you needed help cleaning today? Or something. Anything.” He spoke in a voice which felt alien and for a moment he thought he believed in the ancient supposition about possession, understanding what it could mean.

  “Come in, Rory.” Mrs. Hannah said softly, her eyes serious.

  The door closed behind him and he stood still, staring at the woman. She wore a light sweater and slacks with heels. For the first time in months he felt horribly awkward in her presence. He gestured half-heartedly with a hand at her, “Are you going out? You look nice.”

  Mrs. Hannah did not respond except to lick her lips. She stood still before him, transfixed by the moment.

  Rory could not fathom what was happening but he sincerely wished that he had gone for a run or dug a ditch or robbed a convenience store rather than making his way to her door. The thought seemed to calm him. She did not move or speak but merely waited, staring at him. In a rush, the lust for her returned but without the shredding need accosting him. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “I am already here,” he thought. “She let me in the door. I just as well tell her, tell her what I want, what I am feeling.”

  “I want you.” He managed to get the words out of his dry throat.

  Mrs. Hannah’s chin dipped, a half nod which did not remove her gaze from his eyes.

  “I have thought of nothing but you, naked below me, taking me, having me. I dream of you riding me, astride me with me lodged deep inside of you. I thought, I thought you would want to...to see me again.” He halted.

  Her eyes brimmed with tears but did not overflow. Still she did not move and then he felt it, like a punch in the stomach. Her need emanated from her body and stimulated him. He recognized it, finally, and wondered how he could have mistaken her motionless stillness for anything other than restrained passion. With no thought, he stepped to her and, grasping her tightly by the shoulders, he kissed her. Her lips were still and cool and had she not wrapped both arms around his neck, he might have thought he had made a horrible mistake.

  Dorothy pulled back and looked at him and then her body pulled him into her embrace, her hips bumped into him, grinding against him. She buried her face in his neck. “Oh my god, Rory, I have not slept since you left me. I, I, I want you too! Oh god help me I need you to, to take me again. Please, Rory. I will never ask anything of you again but take me, fuck me again. Now. Please!”

  The escalating urgency in her voice and the shuddering quivering that possessed her body startled him, frightening him with its intensity. But then his cock responded, registering her request before his other head could comprehend her words. When he got it, when the descrambler of language in his brain began to work, he apprehended the three words that mattered, “fuck me again”. He dipped down and placed an arm behind her knees and lifted her off her feet.

  “Oh, oh Rory!” Dorothy whispered, still shaking uncontrollably. She cuddled against his chest, her lips finding his neck, kissing him while holding fast to his neck.

  Rory took her back to her bedroom, finding the bed unmade, the covers tangled and bunched as though she had writhed sleeplessly on the bed. Holding onto her with one arm, staggering a bit, Rory pulled the covers off the bed, stripping it to the bottom sheet. He bent and laid her gently on the bed, following her body down. When she was safely resting on the mattress, her hands released his neck. He kissed her and she returned the kiss with fire and passion, moaning as he bent over her. He kicked off his shoes and straddled her. Her hands found his belt buckles and opened it, then unbuttoned his shorts. One hand smoothed over his hard cock, then took hold of it. Her head shook his lips loose from his.

  “Fuck me, Rory!” She urged. “Now.”

  He moved to the side and searched for the zipper on her slacks. She released his cock and he released her slacks and skimmed them down her legs along with a pair of plain cotton knickers. Rory pulled off her shoes and then bared her legs completely. He shucked off shorts and briefs and pulled the faded red polo shirt over his head and crawled between Dorothy’s bare legs. She lifted her pussy to him, her hands finding his cock and pulling him to the entrance of her body. Her hands hooked the head of his dick into the lips of her pussy and then moved to his ass and pressed him down, pulling him into her body. Rory dropped from his hands over her to his elbows and his cock penetrated her writhing body.

  “Oh, oh yes, Rory!” She sighed as his cock slid deep into her gushing channel. “Oh yes, please fuck me, Rory!”

  Rory lifted his hips and hammered his cock into the woman. She pulled her heels up, resting her ankles on his thighs as he pummeled her. He lay on his elbows, staring down at Dorothy’s face as he fucked her.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” She keened and then her body tensed and bucked, slapping her pussy up against him as he pounded down into her again and again. She bucked and then her eyes opened wide and she shivered and shook, wagging her head back and forth. She stilled but Rory continued to penetrate her. After a few moments, her eyes glistened and widened and she bucked up at him again, arching her body against him, lifting her ass to take his cock into her pussy as deep as it would go. She dropped back to the bed and then lifted her body up, rising to press her lips against her, kissing him hard while he rested inside of her, grinding their bodies together, over and over again.

  His orgasm crashed onto him like a falling tree, a slow motion destruction of his conscious control. Rory’s hips hammered into Dorothy, driving her into the bed and then he was filling her, thrusting and grunting as he emptied himself into her. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his thighs, then she hunched up at him and her legs moved higher, tightening about his hips while she keened and moaned and called his name. Her hand pulled at his shoulders as he climaxed. Before the concussion of the climax eased, she began to thrash under him, her legs spasming as her own new orgasm consumed her.

  Balanced limply on his elbows, Rory let his head hang, allowing him to kiss her neck while Dorothy gasped and panted, fighting to regain her breath. His cock deflated and he moved off of her. He lay still, listening to her breathing even out.

  “Oh god, what have I done!” Mrs. Hannah sighed after a few minutes, “I am sorry, Rory. I never intended for this to happen but I, I, I cannot help myself. I want you inside me again. Please, forgive me!”

  Rory rolled onto a shoulder to look at her. Dorothy was staring at him with shimmering eyes, her face torn with need and regret. “Dorothy,” he said, “what is the matter? Why are you apologizing?”

  “I am so much older than you and I want you so badly, I, I let it overcome my good sense.”

  Rory lay looking at her, noting she still wore sweater and bra. He got to his knees and began to roll the sweater up her torso. After a stunned minute, she helped him remove it. He reached behind her and unfastened the bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor on the far side of her bed. He bent and kissed each breast. Dorothy groaned, placing a hand at his neck and using it to follow him as he moved back and forth between her bare breasts, kissing each in turn. “Dorothy, you are so beautiful and sexy, I do not know why you are concerned about seducing me. I want you every day. If you tell me to visit and take you every day, I will.”

  “Yes, every day!” Dorothy breathed. “Oh, what is wrong with me! I want you so badly, I will never tell you ‘no’, ever. You can take me whenever you wish, Rory. God forgive me but I want you inside me so intensely I think I am losing my mind!” She turned her head away from him.

  Rory’s cock was once more erect, the feel of her soft nipples on his tongue aroused him or, more likely, it was the need radiating from her in addition to her testimony. He slowly parted Dorothy’s thighs. She did not
look at him but she shifted her hips and widened her legs, lifting her knees. He moved over the arch of her knee and positioned himself between her open legs. She still did not look at him. He used one hand to brush her pussy with the head of his cock. Dorothy groaned and lifted her hips, seeking to snatch his cock head and pull it into her body.

  “Please. Please! No, don’t tease. Please. Please. Please!” Dorothy’s voice whined.

  When she lowered her hips, Rory followed them down, piercing her with his cock and sinking fully into her.

  “Ah, yes!” Dorothy hissed as his cock slid into her.

  Rory fucked her again, stirring their mixture with his cock. He lowered himself onto her chest, feeling her breasts brushing against his chest as he lay down onto her. She took his weight, responding by lifting her legs again, bumping her hips up against him, seating his cock deeply in her cunt.

  Rory’s hips rose and crashed down. Dorothy did not move but her body gushed, splashing them both with her response to his entrance. She groaned, still looking away from him. He kissed her neck, up the ear, while pulling up and shoving his cock back into her essentially inert body. Her legs wrapped around him again and then he was fucking her whole body, lifting her ass off the bed and then pressing her back into the mattress.