Letter from Sober Me Ch. 02

A couple of hours later, I put everything away, and barefooted my way back into the house. Clean dishes were stacked neatly next to the sink to dry, the counters were as clean as I had seen them in eons. I wandered back to the bedroom, there to find Emily finishing the bedding change by fluffing the pillows.

I smiled at her. Smiling was beginning to feel pretty good.

"So, isn't it a shame you went to all this trouble to make up this bed so nicely, only to have us about to mess it all up again?"

She tossed the pillow onto the bed, and settled her hands on her hips.

"You, young man, will march your dusty butt into the bathroom, and shower all the clippings away, before you even get to think thoughts of romance!"

I made to protest, only to see her double down on her command.

"Now, Mark, now!"

I retreated, and stripped in the bathroom, adjusting the water to a suitable temperature. I climbed in, and realized that Emily's direction was on target. The hot water soothed me, and I was surprised at how much debris I had brought in with me from the yard.

I was in the middle of these deliberations, when a cool draft shook me from my reverie. I looked up, when the shower curtain opened, and a smiling nymph joined me.

Emily looked me up and down, and took in the accumulated debris at my feet.

"Looks as if I was right, and you did really need another shower, huh?"

I agreed.

"And, you were right on it, and your yard looks so nice now, just as if somebody actually lived here, now! Nice job!"

I thanked her.

I continued, "And, I did notice that this house smells lived in, by actual people, now, and looks so much better, so your own efforts certainly improved things, as well! Thank you for that!"

She moved closer to me, wrapped me up in her embrace, and reached up to kiss me.

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She leaned back, looked between us, and took note of Mr. Happy's opinion of that plan.

"Well, you are beginning to get into the spirit of things! Here, move a bit, and scrub my back! Once we both are squeaky clean, we can see what fun and games I can entice you into!"

I made as if I was surprised.

"Wait, what? I get to rub warm soapy water all over your firm young body? Twice in one day? You know, you may be onto something, here! I like the way you are thinking!"

She beamed at me from over her shoulder.

"Oh, just you wait, mister! If you think that this is good times, well, just see what I have planned for you, next! But, for now, please get to scrubbing!"

Again, I soaped up the washcloth, and scrubbed her back until she glowed. She turned to embrace me, and I dropped the cloth, wrapped her up, and we kissed, just as if we meant it.

Visions of her naked beauty had danced before me all morning, and my krenk had been achingly erect all that time. Once again, her warm firm body crushed against mine returned me to throbbing tumescence.

She noticed, leaning back, and glanced down.

"Hmm!", she purred, "I see something that I just know that I will really like!"

She reached between us, and grasped my quivering love lance, stroking me slowly.

"Hmm", she murmured, "Just the way I like my man! Hot, hard, throbbing, and starting to drool creamy sexy goodness!"

She blinked at me, innocent moue upon her face, eyes big.

"Would you like it if I took a taste test? He looks so yummy, I just wanna lick him up one side and down the other, and then see how much I can get into my throat! Oh, please, Mark, can I taste him? Hmm? Please?"

It is a good thing that some questions do not require an answer, since I was incapable of speech. I grunted something, that, fortunately, she took as permission, and she began to descend along my torso, kissing and whispering along the way.

I watched her settle upon her knees, gazing at my cock. Her hand never left my joint, and she leaned in, lapping at the end, sampling my emission.

"Yum! I want more! Would you give me more of your delightful cock cream, please, kind sir?"

Still, without words, I nodded in the shower mist.

She settled her lips down my length, tongue constantly moving moving. I braced myself upon the shower walls, resisting the urge to wrap her dark hair in my hands, drag her down the entirety of my dick, and fuck her throat. Emily occasionally caught my gaze, and smiled around my cock, continuing to attempt to draw my consciousness out of the end of my joint and end splashingly in her stomach.

It was a near thing. She sucked, nipped, laved, and generally polished my knob, moving her one hand in counterpoint along my pulsating shaft, her other hand exploring my balls. She would grasp my scrotum to draw me along with her, now shallower, now deeper, tapping at her throat as if seeking entry.

That is, it had been a near thing, until she drew off me, smiled, took a breath, and descended until her lips were pushed against my pelvis. I felt my cock-head pop past the resistance at the entrance of her throat, and then suddenly plunge full length into her face.

She held me there, for a moment that seemed like an hour, until she slowly withdrew, smooching my bell end once she had released me from her mouth.

She smiled at me, and asked, "Did I do that alright? Are you enjoying my mouth on you?"

I manage to croak out, "Are you kidding me? How can you even wonder? I may never go limp ever again, you have me so revved up! If you continue, I predict you will receive a gully washer of a climax, sperm that I do not think I have even produced yet! You have been gifting me with head for the ages!"

Prettily smiling, she observed, "That's what I thought!".

Again she inhaled me full length, now reciprocating my dickhead into, and out of her throat, all the while swirling her tongue back and forth.

I had been in a drought recently: her appraisal of my romantic opportunities, while harsh, was spot on. While I had "taken the problem in hand", so to speak, well, porn and stroking off was a poor, poor substitute for a hot, cute, willing woman who appeared to want nothing more than to feel me empty my prostate down her gullet.

Therefore, I was rapidly approaching my crisis, and I let her know.

"Honey, I'm fixing to empty several months of cum down your throat, any second now! If you want me to cum somewhere else, you are running out of time to change my target!"

She shook her head, as if to deny any other spot for me to cum, and accelerated her cock stroking and tongue polishing. I felt my joy course from my balls, gather behind my pubis, and race down my urethra to coat her tongue and tonsils.

She swallowed, sucked, got another cumshot, swallowed, took me deeply into her throat, and shivered with each subsequent bolt of sex paste.

Eventually, I had nothing more to give her, and she settled back onto her heels, and I leaned against the shower wall.

She ran her tongue around her teeth, as if seeking any drop of my juice, and swallowed. She reached for me, and I took her hand, helping her to her feet. We hugged, again, and she shivered again.

"Oh, yes, you certainly did cum a lot! You filled my mouth several times! You sure seemed to enjoy my suck job, didn't you?"

I kissed her, and our tongues wrestled briefly.

"Sweetie, I certainly did! Thank you for that delightful treat! Now, the hot water is almost out, and we have a nice clean bed to despoil! Let's dry off, and mess it up!"

She took my hand, and led me from the shower, handing me a towel from the rack. She turned her back to me, wrapping her hair up in her towel, and I followed her firm curves up and down her back, over her round taut buttocks, and stooped to dry the back of each leg. She turned, placing me eye-to-labia with her sex, and I dried each leg, leaning in then for a quick pussy kiss, before rising to run my hands... er, um, I mean TOWEL! Yeah, my towel! up her front, caressing her breasts dry, until, once I was standing, we stood face to face again.

I gave myself a few rapid wipes, such that I was no longer dripping bathwater upon the floor, and she took my hand, leading me to my bed. Turning, she settled, seated, onto the bed, and drew me closer. She rubbed her head a while, until, satisfied with how dry her hair was (or, as dry as her hair was going to get for now!), she dropped the towel onto the floor. Looking up and drawing me into the pools of her eyes, she wrapped her hands around me, and nuzzled my belly. I ran my hands up her back, caressing the firm muscles rippling beneath her warm smooth skin.

The proximity of her oh, so talented mouth to my favorite organ led my thoughts down licentious paths, leading to a resurgence of my erection.

She felt my lengthening joint crawl up her torso, tickling her breasts along the way, and smiled at me.

"Well, it certainly looks like someone is interested in seconds! I got so hot and excited, sucking you off in the shower, that I can hardly wait for you to schtup me shitless! Think you could get next to some trans temporal nookie?"

"You are offering me some future poon tang? If your boinking skills are anywhere near the level of your abilities as a fellatrix, I may not survive!"

Her smile grew broader.

"Oh, I dunno. You are rather young, pretty healthy, and I do believe that you will survive. You might not be able to avoid passing out, but I am confident that you will be alright, once you regain consciousness!"

I bravely responded, "Well, then, young lady, you can do your worst, and let's see who passes out, and who does not! I just might rock your world!"

She murmured, softly, something that sounded sort of like, "That's what I'm hoping for!"

But I could not be sure.

Emily scooted up the bed, and rolled over onto her hands and knees. Waggling her fine ass, and invited me to join her.

"See something here that you could tap, grandpa? Maybe show me a trick or two from olden times, maybe?"

I knee walked my way up, cock-head leading the way. Once my glans was tapping at her introitus, I swiped my bell end up and down her drooling sex a time or three.

"I might have a few maneuvers that you might approve of. Tell me what you think of this, sweetie!"

And I settled my glans just within her sex portal, withdrawing and entering, teasing the first several inches of her grotto.

She sighed, and I sank just a little bit further into her oily heat. She purred, and then moved as if to engulf more of my throbbing fuckstick. I backed away.

Emily looked at me from over her shoulder, disappointment in her gaze.

"I thought you were going to fuck me, not tease me! I wanna feel all your hot dick stretching me, tapping at my depths! Dammit, fuck me!"

I smiled.

"Honey, you can bet, I am going to fuck you. I'll have you drooling twat butter all over my joint. You are gonna cum so hard, so often, that you will not even know your own name. I am going to set you up for the fuck of your lifetime. You simply have to trust that I, your old Grandpa, know a thing or two about pleasing a pussy, and then you can relax and savor the delights that I am about to bring you!"

She appeared skeptical, so I reached around and began to caress her sexual nubbin. She appeared to approve.

"Hmm, that's what I'm looking for! Yeah! Right there!"

Her oils were present in abundance, so I gathered some, and spread them over her rosebud. Several trips later, and things were nicely lubricated, so I could tickle her anus with no chafing. I began to do so.

She sighed, and wriggled in pleasure.

"Oh, yes! You old timers certainly know a thing or two about tickling my fancy! Hmmm, yeah! Now, just a bit deeper, just a bit harder! Fuck me like you really want it!"

I certainly did want it. Her snug sex rippled over my todger. Stopping my tickling of her anus, I squeezed her hips with my hands, and began to sink full length into her. She squealed, and dropped her head onto her arms, folded in front of her.

I continued for a spell, until it seemed to me to be time for a change of pace. I withdrew, and pushed my paramour over onto her side, telling her, "Onto your back, sweetie! I want to look into your eyes as you climax! I want to feel your breasts pushing into my chest as we make love!"

She wrapped her legs around me, and drew me close with her arms. I re introduced my schlong into her sex, and resumed schtupping her enthusiastically. We kissed, her tongue dueling with mine as we coupled at each end.

She began to moan, and whine, and threw her head back, panting now, as her pussy began to ripple over my dick. I accelerated my pace, fucking her faster, harder, as she panted her way over her personal cliff and into a trembling climax.

I fucked her through her climax, savoring her pussy's massage of my cock. I was beginning to be grateful for the earlier orgasm she had sucked out of me ("Beginning to be grateful", eh? Well, THAT sounds stupid!), BECAUSE I was yet a bit distant from my own climax. I really was enjoying the thought that I was pleasing her that much, and hoped I could schtup her through several more releases, before I ran into the inevitable and filled her with my babymakers.

I continued plunging into her oily sexual furnace, stirring her fuck oils into a froth. She began to settle down, until I again changed up my technique, now slowly long dicking her, holding at full penetration, and reaching to suckle at the erect nipples.

Once she began to wriggle again, and coo and whisper filthy cheer-leading in my direction, I let go again, fucking into her as rapidly as I could, her admonitions to "Fuck Me!", and "Fill me! Give it all to me! I want you to pour yourself into me!" providing the rhythm to our dance.

I was getting closer, and Emily showed me where I was going. She gasped, moaned, and clasped me with her secret muscles. As she went rigid, and began to jerk out her consummation, I joined her, pouring out my essence into her very depths.

I froze there, immobile except for my sex muscles churning out a considerable serving of cock chowder. With every caress of Emily's pussy, I found another burst of pregnancy paste to deliver into her. She slowly fell flat onto the bed, her legs unfolding like a fan, and I sagged onto her myself. Her rippling sex continued to caress my todger at intervals, each contraction associated with another moan from my paramour.

I soon rolled off of her, and she crept next to me, throwing one leg over mine, one arm over my chest, and rubbed her breasts against my chest. She purred into my ear, "Hmmm! That was good nookie! I'm simply going to lay here, and melt into the mattress!"

I wrapped my one arm around her shoulders, and reached for slumber.