Ch. 4

Two weeks earlier- Chevelle County Michigan

Sam allowed the tingling, nigh adrenal wave of lust to wash over him, relishing the feeling of some unseen Bacchic **** taking over his motor functions as he lifted the girl’s smooth, limber legs up so that her calves rested somewhere near her ears. Straightening his posture and locking his arms out in front of him to abate the tension produced by her already considerable buttocks as they strained to accommodate the new position, he briefly considered giving her a nice, meaty spanking. The thought passed as his eyes drank up the more substantial treasure now laying exposed just inches away from his engorged manhood. Her puffy, stretched folds were shorn of hair and soaking with her arousal. He could see the tiny strands of her feminine honey forming small bridges between her lips as he allowed her to hold her own legs so that he could have free reign of her most intimate parts.

“Where to now, cap’n?” The girl cooed amorously as she rocked back and forth on her back, the barest edge of her rubbing against the tip of Sam’s cock. He wanted to plunge himself into her, to spend of the rest of the night ensuring that their high-schools junior chorus was not the only place he heard her hit high notes.

“Well Masako,” Sam replied in a feigned fit of indecision as he knelt to the edge of the bed. He sat for a second, surveying her needy vulva up close before his arousal drove him past the point of deliberation, “I’m not sure…”

Masako squealed with delight as Sam blew lightly on her pronounced clitoris, trying to coax out every ounce of desire she had for him.

“Please … f-fuck… my legs are getting tired.” Masako demanded, lowering one leg as she freed up a hand to seize the back of Sam’s head. She pulled him closer, trying her best to give him the best view possible of her pearl and Sam was more than happy to indulge her. Starting slowly, he used to barest hint of his tongue to run a slow course to her pearl, starting from the base of her opening, stopping to listening to Masako’s bated breath as she eagerly imagined what was to come. He paid careful attention to run his tongue in tiny up and down motions, drinking in her salty musk as it brushed the sides of his tongue. He slipped it in for the briefest of moments, eliciting a sharp squeal of pleasure. He felt Masako’s hand run vigorously through his hair, clearly unsure if she should pull him in and coat the rest of his face in her or to let him complete his itinerary and hope for better things to come. Judging from the sonorous whimpers that escaped her as let Sam begin his real work, she was satisfied with the outcome. Perching his upper lip on her mons as though he was taking a bite from an apple, Sam felt her upper body arch, driving her sex into his face for the briefest moment. Cock in one hand and his liaisons left leg resting on his shoulder, Sam began to stroke himself rhythmically, cresting his tip in time with each intoxicating thrust of his tongue.

The sound of a fleshy, satisfying suckling noise punctuated the relative silence of the basement accompanied only by the squeaks of the pullouts springs as Masako tried her best to bounce back and forth, trying to insert as much of Sam’s tongue into her as possible. Her squeals of pleasure were gone now. There was only a soft, silent mewling followed by a meaty suckling noise as Sam drew her inner lips into him. He was close too. He could feel his back tensing up as his own stroking caused his cock to twitch once, then twice. He slowed his pace on both fronts, pulling his head free of Masako’s vice grip to admire his handiwork. She was engorged now, and the direction of her gaze told him everything he needed to know. Sam leaned down, pinning Masako down by the shoulders and resting his erection at the juncture of her crotch and stomach. Masako tried to lean forward to kiss him, but the gesture of warmth was rebuffed by diamond eyes and an unflinching, unfeeling stare. It was as though somewhere some celestial record scratched to a jarring stop. Circuits that would normally fire, driving any man worth their weight in the bedroom mad with lust simply fizzled and Sam could feel it reflect in his dead eyed gaze.

His friends called it ‘the void’. Sam was guilty of it ever since he’d returned from his trip. His therapist would call it a disassociative state, but Sam was fully aware of his faculties. It was a contemplative bear trap. As though when running though his mind, his thoughts would trip on a stick and break their ankle. This time though, it was clear the consequences would be much more dire than a concerned look from passersby.

“S-Sam? Stop. Sam, let go.” Masako’s plea sent a shiver of malaise down his spine. He wasn’t sure what it was that had perturbed her so much, but desire quickly morphed to discontent as Masako began to flail her arms wildly, mirroring her verbal signal for Sam to release her. He acquiesced and watched as she sat bolt upright, clearly catching her breath to avoid crying.

“I thought we agreed that this was just sex?” Sam started, knowing that if he didn’t seize the initiative here, he would quickly be mud sucked into being the villain. The cold, manipulative bastard who had called a girl he knew had crushed on him in high-school just to fuck her for a night and then never call back. There was a flash of frustration in his heart that threatened the common sense in his head when he recounted the sultry nudes and eager texts to come pick her up.