His Hometown Chapter 2

His Hometown
Chapter 2

Richard and Clarice had a wild couple of sensual interactions, leaving Richard physically and emotionally worn out; Clarice was satisfied beyond her dreams, and the neighborhood changed forever. After the weekend adventure, things began returning to normal; Richard was quiet at home with few interruptions, and Clarice found a job and was figuring out her duties. Richard missed Clarice during the week and was still uncertain about their relationship. When the next weekend came, Clarice showed up.

After a quick hello, kiss, and hug, she said, “We would like to invite you to dinner at our house. Tonight. My dad said to be there at 5 for drinks.” She was gone as soon as she had arrived. Richard was puzzled and a little frightened. She hadn't given him much information, and he couldn't read her expression. Back in the day, he and his wife used to have the occasional block party, and the neighbors would also—alcoholic drinks for those that imbibed and sodas for others. Because different families joined in, the food would vary. But, generally, everyone got along and had a good time.

It's been a while since those days. A lot has changed around the neighborhood; kids have grown, a couple got divorced, and two families have moved. Still, Richard remembered those days and the beautiful times, hanging out with Pierce and Jacolin or Jacky, Clarice's parents. Once he quelled his fears, he thought about what to bring. What could he get to share with them? What did he have... then he remembered. Opening the booze cupboard, he located a half-full bottle of Irish Whiskey, Pierce's favorite. Richard smiled, and fond memories were brought back. Feeling better now, he cleaned, dressed in comfy casual attire, and headed around the corner just as 5 pm rolled around.

Clarice answered the door and smiled with a broad grin, her shining eyes winking as she invited him in. Richard's stomach took a quick jump at seeing her expression. Pierce came up to greet him, and when the bottle of whiskey appeared, Pierce smiled, his thick accent booming, “Oh sure, I remember that bottle. If my memory serves me, I presented it to you at our last party.” Richard smiled; it felt like old times, putting him at ease. Jacky came in from the kitchen with her apron on and warmly hugged Richard. They walked into the living room, and Pierce poured drinks for them. A small glass was set aside for Clarice. In this family, the children always got a taste.

The drinks went smoothly, and another round was set up after dinner. Jacky and Clarice graciously served the dinner and were now clearing the table, organizing the kitchen, putting food away, and washing up. Pierce looked at Richard over their glasses, “A toast to our friend, Dick.” Jacky could be heard from the kitchen, “To Dick.” Clarice's voice followed, “To Dick.” They both giggled. Richard hadn't been called that in a while and was suddenly embarrassed when Jacky and Clarice said it. He raised his glass, “Cheers.” They took a sip, and Pierce motioned Richard to a chair. Pierce sat across from him, leaned in, and whispered, “Clarice said you are still alone in your great house. Alright, are you?” Richard looked down at his drink and nodded. Pierce continued, “She's fond of you, you know?” His Irish accent was always charming, and Richard felt at ease, although uncertain about where this line of conversation was going.

Richard just smiled and nodded again. Pierce patted him on the knee and got up. Jacky was calling him from the kitchen, and they wandered down the hall out of earshot. Clarice stood at the kitchen and living room doorway, “My parents like you, Richard. They want you to be happy again. Just like me.” Richard felt his stomach drop. The thoughts of what he had done to their daughter. How much they liked him, trusted him. If they had known he was doing their daughter, it would have made him freeze. Suddenly, he felt a touch on the top of his head, which made him jump. Clarice kissed him on the head, “What's the matter, Richard? I thought you would be happy.” “Oh, I am! I can't help but think about everything that's happened lately and in the past. It just feels a little overwhelming at the moment.” Clarice cooed and brushed his cheek.

They heard the door to the den open and soft voices. Clarice turned and returned to the kitchen to finish buttoning things up. Pierce returned from the den and addressed Richard, “Jacky would like a word if you would. In the den.” Richard hadn't completely recovered from the earlier feeling of dread and uncertainty. He climbed to his feet, and with glass in hand, he headed down the hall, still unsorted. Turning to look at Clarice as he went, he noticed she was smiling with that Irish grin, her eyes twinkling. The door to the den was a few steps down from the hall; it was ajar. The soft lights didn't hide Jacky standing next to a home altar. Religious artifacts lined a small table with a kneeling bar. She was dabbing a handkerchief around her eyes and the sides of her mouth. Richard thought, 'Oh my god. Did she receive an offer from Pierce? That was quick.' Jacky's hair was mussed slightly, and her mascara smeared a little but noticeable. She must have, Richard thought to himself. The worm jumped in his pants, remembering how adept Clarice was at sucking. Like mother, like daughter?

Jacky swallowed hard and, welcoming him into the room, offered him a chair. Richard sat with his glass and looked up at Jacky as she paced across the floor, “You know, Clarice has a job now? She'll want to move out and be on her own, and she will. And rightfully so, she'll be twenty soon.” She seemed to be rambling, afraid to say something. Richard took a sip of whiskey and said, “Jacky, dear. What is it? Is everything OK?” She turned to look at him with that solid Irish stare that she and Clarice shared. “We are going to miss our little girl when she's gone. Like you must miss Diane, God rest her soul.” Richard nodded and raised his glass. She continued, “Perhaps there's a fix. Something to help us all be less lonely.” Now, Richard felt lost. This evening was all over the place. First, it felt normal and natural. Now, it seems uncertain and unpredictable. The middle had been filled with hidden innuendo.

“We don't want her to be a burden, and we're not forcing her on you...” Jacky covered her mouth with her handkerchief, “Maybe she could rent a spare room from you.” Richard must have turned eight shades of red. He gulped down his last sip. What? Did Clarice arrange this? His mixed emotions made him weak and sick. Jacky continued, “If she will accept your offer.” Richard was snapped back to reality. 'If she will accept my offer?' he thought, his trousers suddenly tight. “She mentioned that her job would pay her enough to have her apartment. A small place of her own, so she said.” Again, Richard batted his eyes and looked at Jacky. She was looking at the altar, the handkerchief still against her mouth. He could see there was something more, something profound in her mind. She wasn't revealing it yet. His mind was gray with information; it was no white, no black, just gray. He didn't know how to respond.

Jacky knelt at the altar. She lowered her head, “Clarice is a lot like me, you know? I've done my best to protect her. Keep her safe. From this world, from men.” Richard felt the shoe drop. Safe from men? He got up and walked over to her at the altar. Her hands were clasped in prayer. Richard thought of how to reassure her, “Jacky, what's this all about? You seem distressed. Please tell me what I can do?” She looked up at him with the same eyes as Clarice had. Oh my god, he thought. Jacky put her hands on Richard's hips and pulled him closer, resting her face against his belly. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on the back of Jacky's head. She squeezed him tighter and sighed. Her face was warm against him, her breath hot. Richard thinks about Clarice and her story of seeing her mother and father. Is this what Jacky was talking about? About her daughter? His dick was starting to itch, and for the first time, he noticed it was gorging and evident in his pants.

Jacky rubbed her chin down to bump into his hardening member, “I can see you're both kind and generous. Pierce is OK with it, you know? As long as he gets him, I'm happy.” Now Richard was returned to Clarice and her confession regarding her mother and father last weekend, and time stood still as Richard's mind spun off on a dirt road in his fantasies. Two women wanting to suck his cock in a week, the sudden discovery of a long-time neighbor, and their daughter's religious fixation around sex. How far is this crazy road going to go, he thought. Suddenly Richard was thrown back to his body as he felt his cock being pinched. The blood surged to his groin, and he was suddenly flush. When he looked down at Jacky, she was wrestling his meat from partly opened pants, “You don't mind, do you? Just a little? I've always liked how you, I mean, well, let's say, I know it was taken care of before and now needs some admiration appreciation.”

Her words trailed off as she kissed the shaft when it had escaped his clothes. The dick was still soft but thick from arousal. When she finally worked the entire length of his pants, Jacky wasted no time. She put the head in her mouth and shuffled her tongue around it like a snake, and Richard's entire length disappeared. Just as quickly, she said, “Yes, very generous.” She took a deep breath and slid it back down her throat. “Incredible.” escaped Richard's lips. His dick was still filling with blood, and he could feel the surges as it pumped through his waist. He shook as Jacky slowly began caressing his organ from shaft to tip with her talented style. The pumping of his muscular reflexes was matched by Jacky gorging herself on his meat. He was going to cum. Quick! “Jacky, dear. I'm Cumming.”

Jacky's hand shot down between her legs, clamping down on her pussy over her clothes, and she began to orgasm. Richard's first blast caused him to pull her head against his pubic hair. His hand was originally there for comfort, now for desire. They both trembled there precariously. Neither in control of balance or time, for that matter. Their mutual orgasm was polished and dramatic, like well-timed dancers. Suddenly Jacky snorted, the dick blocking her airway. Richard let go of his death grip on her head, saying, “Sorry.” She only pulled him out to breathe, and then she pulled him in with her suction. “Oh, Jacky,” Richard said lustfully. His mind is not thinking of Clarice, neighbors, or time. This was wild. Crazy good.

Quick as it began, it was done. Jacky wore his pants together and touched her eyes and chin with her handkerchief. Richard was still wondering what was going to happen next. Things have been so sudden, so different. After all these years, I suddenly have such sexual revelations. He was stunned. Jacky cleared her throat, “Pierce and I would appreciate your support if you could offer Clarice a room for rent. Nothing for free. She needs that reinforced, but a fair price, mind you.” Richard's head rolled back to that dusty, dirty road. Clarice living with me? This hot MILF around the corner. Pierce and who knows who. Jacky handed Richard his glass, which had fallen to the floor. Then she turned him towards the door and gave him a little nudge, “Go on now. Pierce and Clarice are waiting for you. I'll be along in a moment.” Richard looked at the glass and wobbled towards the door. He saw the bathroom on his way down the hall and turned left. I always need a pee after a drink and a suck.

Richard looked at himself in the mirror. “What’s happening? he said, staring at the reflection. This is all happening too fast. I'm almost seventy, for God's sake. His heart pounded in his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. First, pee! That done, he washed his hands, his cock, and splashed a little water in his face. Things seemed strange. He shook himself and looked around. He knows this room; he's seen it many times. He knows this house, the good times and the bad. He loved these people. He took a last look in the mirror. Right is what works for everyone. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but he knew it would work out. Somehow.

He stepped into the living room. Pierce stood over Jacky, who looked perfect in her big chair; Clarice was on the couch laughing about something Pierce must have said. Richard cleared his throat, “Clarice. Your parents say you are looking for an apartment?” Clarice jumped out of her seat and hugged Richard, “Oh, thank you, Richard. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Pierce and Jacky clapped their hands together. Pierce spoke, “I guess this calls for a drink!?” Richard started laughing and hugged Clarice back. He looked at Jacky, handed his glass to Pierce, and said, “Well. I guess I have a guestroom to clear out.” Clarice kissed him on the cheek, “I'll help.” Jacky looked at her with a stern look, “Right, you are a young lady. Richard to give you no special treatment.” Clarice turned to look at Richard's expression and winked, “Right. No special treatment.”

Clarice settled down and excused herself, and Pierce handed Richard and Jacky a fresh glass. “To family!” he said, raising his glass. Richard followed, “To family.” Jacky smiled, wiped away a tear, and, taking her husband's hand, “To family.” Richard was trying to accept this whole thing. He thought of Pierce's toast, family. Things you would do for your family. Things you've done for the family. The family was always there. When you get family together, it just gets done. It just seemed surreal. Everyone was happy. He was so pleased, and it was so wild.

Pierce appeared out of Richard's dream, “Clarice is going to bed and would like to wish you goodnight.” He took Richard's empty glass and pointed down the hall again. Richard floated toward the hallway. He knows this house. He knows which room was Clarice's. She always wanted me and my wife to say goodnight after a party. She would always kiss me on the cheek. And say. She loved me! Richard got a silly grin on his face, and I love her. He opened her door. Clarice knelt beside her bed, praying, but her hands were between her legs. He quietly stepped in and closed the door. She was mumbling, “about to receive. Amen.” Seeing her in her night dress and knowing he loved her made him calm and at peace.

“Richard?” she said without looking around. “Yes, sweetie.” “Will you join me in prayer? Do you have an offering for me?” Oh God! Richard thought to himself. Without thinking, he was stumbling towards her. His penis gorging again, “Yes.” His legs were still a little weak from Jacky's prayers. He made it to her bedside; Clarice turned and gently unhook his belt and pants so that they fell to the floor. She slid down his briefs and moaned softly as the object of her desire stuck out and pointed right at her. “It's just so beautiful,” she said, kissing the tip and washing her head.
“Thank you,” responded Richard. Clarice slid his hardening member into her mouth, and she grabbed his hips. She pumped herself onto his rod a couple of times. It was still not wholly stiff, and she was able to push the head past her throat, opening to her surprise. Her eyes looked up at him with the expression of success.

Using her grip on his hips, she pulled herself smoothly down his full length and held it there, just like her mother. She loved that snake. Clarice slowly turned her head from side to side like she was kissing his base, and the cock was Frenching her throat well. She pulled it back out and, taking a deep breath, swallowed it whole again. She frenched it again, slowly rolling and twisting her mouth around the base, his tip gently massaging her throat. Richard was stunned but was so enjoying the moment. He started pumping his hips, forcing his cock head to pull up her throat and then back down as far as it would go. Clarice began to twitch, and she pulled out for another breath. Richard put a hand on her head and urged her down. She willingly accepted instruction and sucked him down her throat, much like her mother but not as experienced.

Clarice's hands dropped to her waist and were working furiously in her crotch as she began slowly working the entire length of Richard's cock out until the tip was the only thing in her mouth. Richard pulled on her head, so she allowed it to slide back in slowly. Then, she began pumping quicker as she began to climb to her orgasm. Richard didn't know if it was her first tonight but knew she was close. He held her head and took over pumping as she lost herself in her orgasm. He pumped at a rhythm that seemed to fit hers. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. A little watery and dilated, she had earnest desire deep in them. She pushed herself against him, sucking him down again. This time, she started working her throat and tongue more like her mother's style.

Richard felt close to Cumming, “Clarice, dear? I'm ready soon.” Clarice snorted at his words, and she held herself down and worked her mother's style on his full-ready offering. “OH yeah! Here it comes,” he grunted as his juicy offering jetted down her throat. Clarice shot herself into another orgasm as if the first one hadn't stopped. She snorted and gagged as she jerked and twitched from her orgasm. Richard watched her; the look of bliss on her face, his cock stretching her lips, the drool on the side of her mouth, her watering eyes rolled back in her head. He pumped his last and pulled out far enough for Clarice to breathe. She was limp and suckling on the head. Richard leaned down to pick her up and put her to bed. She smiled, “Thank you, Richard.” He kissed her cheek and pulled on his pants as he headed out her door.

Pierce and Jacky were still up talking as Richard joined them. “One more for the road?” asked the gracious host. Richard thought to himself, yeah, one more. They toasted the evening and new day ahead. Richard headed home in a daze. It's been a long time since he's had that exciting a night.

Getting home after the party and in bed was a dream that ended with a loud knock at the door. His head throbbed, and he wasn't sure if it was a knock. He turned on his back and listened. There it was again. It must be a knock. He got to his feet and checked his clothes. He was wearing his pajamas. That was good. He grabbed a robe and headed to the front door. There, with a smile, was Clarice. She was carrying a bucket and broom. Her hair was tied back with a rag tied around her head. Richard invited her in, and she stood there as he admired her. Her light frame was wearing one of her old spring dresses, a little small for her now. The hemline was up to her knees, and the top squeezed her chest, accentuating her waist and breasts. Her shoes were the only sensible things she had on.

“Well, I'm ready. Tell me what to do.” Clarice smiled and appeared as happy as ever. Richard thought back. The night before, wasn't it some crazy dream? Hadn't he dreamt the whole thing? His head was still throbbing, “So, the room.” “Yes,” she said, waiting for directions. “The bedroom.,” he clarified with a questioning tone. “Yes.” she nodded affirmatively. Nope. Not a dream. He shook his head and rubbed the sore spots. He motioned her down the hallway. He pointed out a dusty room with old clothes and boxes on an old bed, “I can give you a hand in a few minutes. I need some coffee.” She reached into the bucket and pulled out a mug of coffee, which read, “Jacky, this is from my parents. They said you might need it.” Richard smiled and laughed, took the cup, and sipped.

Clarice set down her tools and asked where to put the boxes and clothes. She was ready to get her room cleaned and prepped for her moving in. He was still getting over the sudden realization that this wasn't a dream. Numbly, he pointed to the office, and she started coming to him with each item until the bed was cleared of stuff. She started stripping the bed, washing the floor and window, and straightening the closet and dresser.
Richard had mainly abandoned the room for lack of use. He was straightforward and didn't have much need for the extra room anyway. He wandered off to brush his teeth and change to his day clothes. When he returned, the room smelled damp but clean. Clarice was making the bed, and he watched the short dress ride up her legs as her ass swung around in the air. She was bent over, tucking in the sheets when it came to him. She had a tiny ass, but it still looked good in her old Spring dress.

Richard's groin started to swell with the thought of her taste and her desires. He had tasted her juicy treasure the first day they met. He remembered his mistake, thinking she wanted to be eaten out by him. Instead, she tried to swallow his cock whole. Watching her ass bobbing around like this made him wonder if she would enjoy having that ample cock filling her other holes. Suddenly, she stopped and looked over her shoulder. Richard felt red as he was caught with impure thoughts and feelings. Clarice just smiled and returned to making the bed. Richard rubbed his groin and headed to the kitchen to make it. What time is it? Brunch. To make brunch. He set down the cup of coffee and reread the name, Jacky. He picked up the phone to invite them for some after-party brunch. The phone kept ringing. No answer.

Clarice returned with her cleaning tools, a sweaty brow, and a smile, “I'm going to get some things and be right back.” Richard barely nodded as she quickly headed out the door. So, he cooked some food and looked at the newspaper. The room was quiet. His mind was foggy. A filmstrip played back events from the previous night. He was fiddling with the newspaper as he watched himself star in the movie. It seemed like a fantasy. He thought about Clarice moving in and what that might bring. The headline in the newspaper read, “Changing Events Bring Calamity.” His heart leaped as there was a knock on the door.

When he opened it, Clarice was there with an overstuffed suitcase. “When do I get the key?” His mouth must have fallen open when she had said it as he got the strangest look from Clarice. She looked saddened momentarily, “You do want me to move in, don't you?” Richard had to snap himself back into reality, “Yes, sweetie. Of course. It's just happening so fast.” Clarice got a confident look on her face, “I'm sorry. I'm just so excited to be here with you. Sit down and relax. I'll unpack, then I'll make sure you're comfortable.” With that, she disappeared down the hall. Richard went back to his chair at the table and the newspaper. He turned the page, and the following headline he saw read, “Family Survives Fire.” Trial by fire? Richard thought to himself.

He faded into the newspaper stories as time passed. Clarice suddenly appeared with a tray of sweets and fresh coffee. She knelt next to him and kissed his cheek. Richard closed his eyes and remembered that mouth, her tongue, and breath on his face. She slowly reached her arms around him and rubbed against him with a squeeze. He turned to kiss her forehead. This is what felt good. Thinking about what might happen was scary. But this. This felt so good. Clarice leaned up and met his lips. Her tongue probed his lips for entry. He wanted her, and she wanted him. He gave in to his desires and, grabbing the nape of her neck, kissed with all his passion. His lips grinding against hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She was breathing heavily and weakened in his arms.

Clarice's hand slid down between his legs to find his penis full but pliable. After last night, it was no wonder. Richard groaned and shifted his legs. As they kissed, Clarice found access to his glorious appendage. She pulled away from his lips and bent over into his lap, kissing and licking the head of his engorging meat. He slid back to give her room and spread his legs. She, in turn, sucked his cock into her mouth as far as it would go, her way blocked by his legs. Still, she did her best to show her affection and appreciation. Richard arched and held her head down with the hold he still had on her neck. Clarice worked her tongue slowly around the shaft as the head poked through the opening to her throat just a little. It rolled over the opening like a speed bump, and Richard took joy in thumping across it repeatedly. God, was it good. Richard pulled her up by her neck and gave her another intense kiss, his tongue forcing its way around her mouth.

With his hand still on her neck, he forced her mouth back onto his thick shaft. She moaned until the head pushed into her throat, and she gagged. She sucked him in even more. He moved his hand down her back to her tiny ass. Richard pulled up her dress to spy on her white cotton panties, jumping under their power. He rolled to the side a little and pushed his cock deeper into Clarice's throat while he looked to see her hand cupping her pussy. Her middle finger rubbed her cotton panties into the opening of her asshole. The thought of her possibly enjoying having her pussy and ass fucked with his cock nearly caused him to cum right away. He was reaching her crack when suddenly another knock came at the door. Richard went flush, thinking they had been caught, Clarice still struggling to get his hot rod deeper.

“Clarice! There's someone at the door! Clarice!” he said repeatedly. Clarice pulled herself off with a sigh and said, “You straighten up. I'll get it.” Richard quickly pulled his pants together and picked up a sweet off the tray. He sipped some coffee from Clarice's mug. Pierce and Jacky walked into the dining room smiling. Clarice had a basket in her hands, “They got me a housewarming gift. Oh, I love you mom. Dad.” Jacky noticed the cup with her name, “Clarice made me that cup when she was at prayer camp after graduating high school.” Richard felt guilty; he was using the cup that Clarice made for her mother; Clarice was just sucking his cock; he was taking her away from them. It was all a little surreal. Jacky silently mouthed, 'Thank You.'

“We got you something, too. Don't get up,” said Pierce, handing over an envelope. “It's a room for let contract. Make sure she reads and signs it. You can fill in the holes.” Richard laughed, “Thanks. I'm going to do just that.” How ironic his words were, 'fill in the holes,' just after he had thought the same thing about his daughter. Clarice returned them to show off the room she cleaned and moved some of her stuff into. They talked as Richard sat and sipped his coffee, having another sweet to restore his strength. After several long, stern comments from her mother and father, Clarice returned, “I'm going to my house. I mean, my parent's house for a little while. I'll be back soon.” Richard felt a wave of relief as they exited the house. He took a deep breath and thought, 'What will happen next?'

After getting up from the table and walking around the backyard, he looked at Clarice's room. She did a fantastic job straightening up and arranging her mementos on the dresser. There was a long cotton evening gown laid out on the bed. Richard wondered if it was going to get used. A dirty older man, he repeated in his mind. He returned to his room and looked at the clock: 3:30 in the afternoon—time for a nap. Laying on the bed, he became restless. His dick was hard, then soft, then hard again. It was challenging to get comfortable as he lay there wondering and thinking about Clarice, his new youthfulness, the neighbors, and how things would work out. He grabbed at his cock every time it got complicated. Finally, he faded off to sleep.

Richard felt it was dark. He stretched and tried to look around in the dark. There was a lump in the bed next to him. It was Clarice. She had come home while he was asleep. He got up to change and pee before returning to bed and gently slid beside her. He could feel her heat and her body lift and collapse with each breath. God, he missed having someone in the bed next to him. It's been so lonely for so many years. He just lay there quietly, enjoying her. Soon, he was fading off again.

Soon, Richard was awoken by rustling and rubbing against his body. He wondered if he was still sleeping. Is this a dream, he thought. As he slowly woke, he found Clarice had pushed herself against him, so he was spooning her. His dick was hard, and she was gently rubbing her butt against it. Did she know what she was doing, he thought. Slowly, he slid a hand up to her shoulder and gently brushed her arm. A quiet 'mmm' came from her side of the bed. The stiff rod between them ached as her cute little ass rubbed and rubbed. Richard couldn't stop himself and, arching his hips, pushed the hot poker between her tiny cheeks. That's when he felt her fingernails scratch his pajamas and his dick. Her body shook a little when she realized what it was she touched.

Rolling her head, she spoke, “Richard. I need you.” Richard slid his hand around her neck and, kissing her cheek, squeezed it. Clarice shook again, arching her back and searching for his lips with hers. He held her tight and kissed her lips, teasing her mouth with his tongue. She quickly spun around to face him, one hand on his shoulder and one on his stiff cock. Richard let go of her neck and slid his hand down to her ass. She was wearing her small nightgown and the usual cotton panties. His big hand covered her crack, and his fingers found the wet spot. He ground his hand in, holding her tight as they kissed, their tongues holding a battle royal in their mouths. Her hand stroked his meat as he continued to rub and squeeze her holes. Again, her body shook under his wise moves, and she groaned into his mouth.

Richard let go of her cheeks, and he rolled onto his back. Clarice took no time in shifting down to his waiting cock. She pulled it free from his pajamas and frantically licked and kissed it. He was hard, but after the last couple of bouts of exercise, he wasn't sure if he would cum very soon. Still, Clarice didn't know that. Her youth left her needy but inexperienced. She soon had his stiff rod against the back of her throat while she serviced all she could get into her mouth. Richard could tell she was trying, “Move your legs closer to me this way.” He instructed her to lay parallel to him. When she did, it made getting the angle much easier, and she was able to slide herself right down his shaft to the root. Her hand shot down between her legs as usual. Richard could smell her fragrance. Sliding his hand under her hips and beneath her panties, he said, “Let me help you with that.” She reluctantly let go of her hold but kept feeling his hand as it took the place of hers.

Richard's big hand cupped her hot wet pussy lips, and his fingers were positioned right to the opening of her asshole. The slick juices rubbed around until she was soaked from crack to crease. Clarice enjoyed the sensations and was pumping herself up and down on the entire length of his glorious shaft. He poked a slippery finger into her asshole as he rubbed. Clarice's body began to tremble. He slid it in and out, mimicking her rhythm. Her body jumped into a petite orgasm. Then he slid his thumb into her love canal. His middle finger slid into her hot asshole. It tightened and released as if it was milking his finger. Her body began to spasm, and her actions caused Richard to squeeze his fingers together, touching his thumb and middle fingers inside her canals. This seemed to throw Clarice into a massive orgasm, and she choked and gagged through waves of pleasure.

As she began to recede from her mind-numbing orgasm, Richard gently slid her panties off and lifted her leg over him so she was on top, straddling his face. Her mouth still blindly suckling his thick meat down her throat. Richard pulled her hips toward his mouth so he could lick her sweet treasure. Clarice groaned and gasped for breath as his cock pulled out of her throat. However, when Richard began rubbing his tongue around her pussy lips, she squealed and jumped. He poked his tongue deep between her folds, and she shot into another colossal spasm. Pushing his dick into her mouth, Clarice numbly returned to suckling. He slid one hand down to the back of her head and, using his hips, plunged his man meat back into her throat. The waves of the orgasm just kept coming. Clarice kept jerking and shuttering as wave after wave crashed over her. Her body turned limp under his control. Richard was the dirty older man now.

He put both hands on her ass cheeks and inserted the middle finger from each hand into her asshole and stroked them in and out. His strong hands stretched her asshole, his tongue deep in her pussy, and his cock driving deep into her throat. Clarice's body was limp but still jumping and twitching with her now constant orgasms. The only sound she made was a 'huh-ggg, huh-ggg, huh-ggg as she caught a breath between each deep thrust of his glorious appendage into her throat. He thought, 'Well, Pierce, you said, fill in the holes.'

Richard was feeling the beautiful sensations of exploring a young woman's sexual potency when something brushed his side. He wondered what it could be. Clarice's leg wouldn't have done it. The more he thought about it, the more things became unclear. His body was tingling, but he had stopped thrusting. A voice sounded, “Richard?” His mind was starting to clear, and the feeling of Clarice's body on him faded. How could she talk with his cock down her throat? He felt another brush against his side. He heard the voice again, “Richard? Are you OK?” Richard found he was lying in the dark, on the bed. He mumbled, “Hmm?” It must have been a dream. But how much of it was a dream? Clarice's voice was close, “Richard. I need you.”



To be continued