Carnal Confessions Part 3

"If you think that's going to scare me off, partner, you are wrong. I can handle anything as long as I have you," she said confidently.

He grinned down at her. "You can handle anything, huh?" He took her hand and held it over his hardening c.o.c.k. "Are you sure about that? I'm feeling extremely h.o.r.n.y. Can you handle this all night?"

She parted her legs, pressed her lower body tightly against his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Damon, I love you and I love your big c.o.c.k. I can handle you both all night long. Every night. Let's go home, cowboy, and I'll give you a taste of the joys in store for you."

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I certainly wasn't looking for a lover when I met Marc Walker. As a matter of fact I was still recovering from my break up four months earlier with my only serious love, Jim Williams.

I'd gone to Patty's wedding alone because my roommate and best friend Maria was off visiting her parents for the weekend. It was at the reception that Chuck Harris, who worked at the same computer repair company as Patty and me, started to make a nuisance of himself.

"Chuck, I mean it!" I glanced around the crowded ballroom, looking for someone to rescue me from his unwanted attentions. "I told you I'm not here alone," I said wildly and ran right into a very hard, very male body.

"Oh sorry," I gasped, aware that my body was tingling everywhere it touched his.

I felt the man's arms encircle my waist, drawing me close against his body. "I've been looking all over for you." As I stared up into his warm brown eyes, he pulled me even closer, rocking his hips against mine, bent his head, and pressed a sizzling kiss against my lips that made my toes curl in my shoes.

At twentya'two, I wasn't the naive girl who'd given herself so trustingly to Jim the night of our senior prom. Still, I felt my heartbeat quicken, and my legs buckle at the sweet, insistent pressure of his mouth on mine just as though I'd never been kissed. And I never had. Not like that. With enough force and desire to heat up my whole body and make my v.a.g.i.n.a pulse with l.u.s.t.

When he finally released my lips, I had one thing on my mind: s.e.x.

"It's all right. He's gone," he said, his voice deep and even against my ear.

I stared up at him. He was handsome with a big, muscular body. I licked my lips, wondering if his c.o.c.k was as muscular as the rest of him. "Who?"

He smiled and I saw that he had a rather enchanting dimple in his left cheek. "Whoever you were trying to get away from. Having rescued you I think I at least deserve a kiss."

Just looking at him made me hot. He was clearly the kind of man that mom said could turn a woman into a tramp. "You've already had two," I pointed out, backing away.

"Those don't count," he said and pulled me back into his arms. I didn't resist. In fact my lips were already parted when his mouth closed on mine. Our tongues clashed and I practically poured my body into his embrace. I felt a rush of dampness in my panties when I felt the beginnings of a beguiling bulge against his hard thigh.

"Lena, I see you've met Larry's friend, Marc."

I pulled away from him at the sound of Patty's amused voice. She and her new husband Larry were standing just behind us, grinning.

Embarra.s.sed, I patted my hair into place and tugged at the hem of my short red dress, trying to cover more of my long legs.

"She sure has and now we're leaving. Enjoy your honeymoon," he said.

He'd pulled me through the crush of people and out of the ballroom before I'd gathered my senses enough to object. "Hey! Where do you think you're taking me?"

"I thought you might like to come to dinner with me and then maybe go for a drive while we get to know each other."

"Ia"I've already eaten." I bit my lip. "How old are you?"

"I'm thirtya'seven. Just right for you, don't you think?" He cupped my face in his big hands. "Haven't you ever heard what great lovers older men make? I'll take you places a boy your age never could."

I stared up at him. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" I objected but from the way my p.u.s.s.y was quivering I had a feeling he had reason to be.

"Come with me," he said simply.

I was a fairly straight-laced computer technician who was somewhat old fas.h.i.+oned. Jim and I had dated three years before we become lovers. And he had been my only lover. Although I missed making love, I hadn't been with anyone since Jim. Everything about this Marc screamed that he was trouble.

But I must have been under the sway of his magnetic gaze because I went with him anyway. And I didn't protest when he stopped his car in the park and reached for me.

"Lena. Such a pretty name and such a lovely woman," he whispered, his lips pressed against my cheek. "I'd like to get to know you." His hands brushed against my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a delicious thrill shot through me. "All of you."

The only thing I wanted or needed to know about him just then was how quickly he could slip his c.o.c.k in me. So I didn't stop him when he began fondling my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kissing me or unzipping my dress. I was a willing and eager partic.i.p.ant when he removed my wet panties. I cringed when I thought of it later, but I let him take me right there in the back seat of his car like some common five dollar a trick wh.o.r.e.

But once I saw what he was packinga"a long thick d.i.c.k with a big leaking head, I had to have him. He was so much bigger and thicker than Jim. I knew I was in for a treat. He'd barely got the condom on before I laid back against the seat and spread my legs wide. I wanted that d.i.c.k in me so badly. He got on his knees between my legs, parted the lips of my v.a.g.i.n.a, and began kissing and licking at my p.u.s.s.y.

He slipped one, then two fingers inside me and began to finger f.u.c.k me, while still kissing and licking my c.l.i.t. I nearly lost my mind. Jim had been a no frills straight d.i.c.k to p.u.s.s.y man and I'd never known anything other than an erect p.e.n.i.s could give such pleasure and joy. My whole body trembled and my p.u.s.s.y began to gush as I came. The feel of his lips and tongue eagerly lapping up my juices was a delicious finis.h.i.+ng touch.

As I lay moaning and shaking with the aftershocks of my first digital f.u.c.k, he straightened and positioned his c.o.c.k against my c.u.n.t. I nearly had the breath knocked out of me when he thrust against me. The powerful movement of his hips sent his thick length pus.h.i.+ng through the walls of my p.u.s.s.y in one yummy stroke until his nuts slapped against my behind.

He clutched me around the waist and held me tight, his d.i.c.k throbbing deep inside me as he slowly rotated his hips against mine, letting me feel every inch of him. "d.a.m.n, you're tight and hot. You feel good."

I couldnat think. Couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. I'd never been so full of c.o.c.k before. For what seemed an eternity, he lay on top of me, making short, stabbing thrusts in me. The feelings emanating from my stuffed p.u.s.s.y were incredible. When he lifted his body slightly and began to withdraw from me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and clung to him.

"Please!" I cried. I wanted that delicious d.i.c.k buried deep in me. I begged for more, and cried out like a wanton alley cat in heat as he gave it to me.

I awoke the next morning in his bed with his middle finger dipped in my p.u.s.s.y. Even as my c.u.n.t tingled from his stimuli, I was dismayed by the enormity of what I'd done. As I stared at him I realized that I didn't even know his last name. I had to get out of there fast!

He smiled, pulled out of me, popped the honey-coated finger into his mouth, and licked it clean. "Mmm. That's good. How about a little p.u.s.s.y to start the day off right?"

The muscles in my stomach churned painfully, my p.u.s.s.y began to leak, and I rolled over on my back, parted my legs, and bent my knees.

He sheathed himself in a condom and rose about me, balancing his weight on his extended arms. I looked down our bodies. His c.o.c.k, nestled amidst a ma.s.s of dark hair was long and thick. I'd never seen anything that looked so good. I had to feel that beautiful rod pumping in me one more time.

He slowly lowered his shaft into my waiting channel. Even though I was wet and ready for him, I still felt gorged when he finally stopped pus.h.i.+ng and was fully seated in me. Just for a moment, we paused to enjoy our tasty coupling. "Oh G.o.d this is good," he groaned, nipping the side of my neck.

Good didn't begin to describe what was happening between us. s.e.x with Jim had been good. This was stunning in its eroticism, staggering in the level of s.e.xual gratification given. How could one musclea"albeit it big, thick, and long musclea"destroy me so completely?

I gave up trying to think, laid back and just felt. His lips on mine. On my neck. My small b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His big hands cupping my buns as his c.o.c.k wors.h.i.+pped at the altar of my p.u.s.s.y. I greedily sucked on his tongue. With my thighs shaking from the thumping he was giving me, I rode his c.o.c.k to a blistering, almost mind-boggling climax.

The shower we took together afterwards took quite awhile. We didn't have s.e.x again, but we spent a lot of time kissing and touching each other. Although s.e.xually sated, just touching his flaccid c.o.c.k still made my nipples harden. Even with the cool water raining down on us both.

"Lena, where have you been?" my roommate Maria demanded two hours later when I let myself into our apartment. "Did you and Jim make up?"

Maria and I were both from the same small town in upstate Pennsylvania where we'd had strict morals instilled in us. We used to spend hours talking about going to our husbands as virgins. Maria was still waiting for Mr. Right while I was fast becoming a wanton.

"I'm sorry, Maria. I didn't know you were coming back early. I met aafriend." I felt the blood rising to my cheeks at the lie. "I stayed the night."

"Anyone I know?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Oh. Well, what was Patty's dress like?"

I told her about Patty's wedding in great detail, all the while thinking about Marc and his big c.o.c.k. Was he thinking about me and my p.u.s.s.y?

I slept badly that night and woke feeling less than able to face the world. I was sitting alone at lunch the next day when Chuck sat down opposite me. "I was worried about you when you left Patty's wedding with that guy."

I gave Chuck a cool look. If I hadn't been trying to avoid him, I'd probably never have met Marc. But I knew I'd slept with Marc because with just a few kisses he'd made my p.u.s.s.y drip. Marc had awakened a sensual need and hunger in me of which I'd previously been unaware.

Now I glared at Chuck. "Why don't you mind your own business?"

"You know I'm crazy about you, Lena. Besides, he already has a woman."

"If he has a woman, why was he at the wedding alone?"

"He has a woman. I met them both at a computer show two months ago. Besides, he's far too old for you."

I bit my lip, trying to remember if I'd seen any feminine clothing at his condo. But I'd been in too much heat to notice anything but his big d.i.c.k Sat.u.r.day night. On Sunday morning after our shower, I'd been too intent on getting away.

"Chuck, there's nothing between me and Marc Walker." Lying was becoming easier. My cheeks were nearly cool and I looked him dead in the eye as I spoke. "Now if you'll excuse me, my salad and I would like to be alone."

Despite the fact that I hadn't told Marc my last name or anything about myself I'd been hoping he'd find me and insist on seeing me again. But he didn't track me down and I was disappointed.

Fortunately it was Maria's night to cook dinner because I was feeling so rotten I would probably have burned everything. I pleaded a headache right after dinner and spent the rest of the night lying in bed thinking about Marc. I couldn't seem to get the smell or taste of him out of my mind. I kept reliving those glorious hours spent under his big damp body. I felt as if the weight of his whole body was firmly imprinted on mine.

By the end of the week I was feeling so desperate to forget him that I went out with Chuck on Sat.u.r.day night. He took me to a very nice restaurant by the waterfront. Though we had worked together since I'd graduated from college a year earlier, I'd never really talked to him. To my surprise, I enjoyed myself.

It was during dessert that I glanced up and saw Marc Walker watching me from across the room. A beautiful woman, who looked as if she'd just stepped off the cover of a fas.h.i.+on magazine, shared his table.

So he belonged to that supermodel type. I felt my cheeks burn with shame as I thought of our night together. What must he think of me? The woman with him looked at me, at him, and back at me. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes. She knew we'd slept together.

"Chuck, I don't feel well. Let's forget dessert. I want to go now," I said. The surprised look on Chuck's face turned to one of understanding as he followed my glance and saw Marc. He nodded, the spark gone from his eyes. He signaled the waiter, but Marc and his lady friend were at our table by then.

"Lena. h.e.l.lo."

It took all of my will power to look up at him. "Hi," I said weakly.

He smiled, his gaze warm and caressing. "Lena, this is Catherine Edmond. Catherine, Lena Graham. And your friend, Lena?"

They weren't married! I mumbled something incoherent and Chuck introduced himself.

The supermodel gave me a hard stare. "Is there some reason I need to know you?"

"No!" I said quickly. "Marc and I hardly know each other." And that was true. We hadn't spent much time talking. I knew a lot about his luscious c.o.c.k, but nothing about him.

Marc nodded coolly, took the woman's arm and walked away.

Chuck looked at me. "Now you see what I mean. He's no good for you, Lena."

Maybe not but I wanted him.

Chuck was a gentleman when he took me home and I half agreed to go out with him again. I had a feeling I was going to need to be involved with someone to get over my infatuation with Marc.

The next morning at work I was given a repair order for a laser printer at Calvin and Walker. "Check in with Marc Walker when you get over there," my supervisor said.

I half expected Marc to be all over me the moment his office door closed, but he was all business. "Here are some printouts showing the problem. When you're finished my secretary will sign the work order," he told me and left me alone in his office.

It took longer to repair the laser printer than it should have because I was working with tears in my eyes. When I finally finished I spent five minutes just sitting in his chair with my cheek pressed against the back of it, wis.h.i.+ng it was his chest. No matter how much I reminded myself that he wasn't worth a second thought, I couldn't stop thinking about him or his c.o.c.k.

I gave myself a lecture and left his office. His secretary signed my work order and I left. I was nearly at the elevator when his secretary caught up with me. "I nearly forgot. Mr. Walker asked me to give you this," she said.

I resisted the impulse to rip the envelope open immediately. It was time I took charge of my life again. I slipped it into my purse and drove to my next service call, which occupied the rest of my morning.

I opened the envelope while I had lunch at a small caf near by the last call. My hands shook as I read the message.

Lena, I need to see you. Unless I hear from you, I'll meet you in the lobby of your building on Friday.

I promised myself I wouldn't go. We'd only end up in bed. But I kept putting off calling to tell him I wouldn't go.

"Lena, let's treat ourselves to a night out tomorrow," Maria said at breakfast on Thursday. "You've been looking beat down lately."

I frowned. "I know I haven't been very good company lately."

She smiled. "Just since Patty's wedding. But never mind that. Where shall we go?"

"I have a date already, Maria, but let's have a girl's night out Sat.u.r.day."

"Who's the lucky guy?"

For a moment I considered lying. "I met him at Patty's weddingaand Iawea"

Maria stared at me with a look of dismay on her pretty face. "He's the friend you spent that night with?"