P03E05

I untied Heather. I gave her just a minute to stretch her stiff limbs, then retied her in the nearby gynecology chair, her torso strapped down and her legs torn away far outwards and upwards to leave her pussy spread wide open. There could be no question about Howard’s eye for detail in furniture; when I stepped up to her, the height of her slit was exactly right to accommodate easy entry. When I repenetrated her from the wide space between her spread legs, I really enjoyed the tormented look on her face as she glanced back at me, and I kept admiring her beauty as I drove my dick relentlessly back inside her and resumed the pounding.

It wasn’t really hard to fuck her into her third orgasm, the first two hadn’t been that hard either. After that, the fourth came easy again, and even the fifth. But it wasn’t a storm, the orgasms didn’t quite merge into each other just yet. But I kept banging her hard, and when the releases finally came so close after eachother that they couldn’t be distinguished anymore, I understood the problem Howard had mentioned earlier. As she gradually slipped off into continuous orgasm, I realized that I had come dangerously close to cumming myself, and the hard fuck I was keeping up to keep her on edge didn’t help much if I wanted to delay my shot. I only had one of two choices: I could either stop the hard thrusting, gear down into a slower speed and allow my own arousal to subside. But that would break the storm; after all, Howard had emphasized the importance of unrelenting hard thrusting to sustain it. I could also choose to keep up the banging, but I would shoot soon, and I’d have to discontinue the thrust afterwards. I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and there was no way out. I was very aroused by now, and if this storm I was supposed to create wasn’t going to work very long on the first try anyway, I saw no reason to delay my shot any longer. Heather sobbed when she felt me discharging into her; she must have known that it would squash the storm when it was only just budding.

Howard clicked a button on his tablet, and said: “33 seconds. Not quite a minute yet, but at least you managed to get her there at all. This really isn’t very bad for a first try, Jason. “

I took his half-compliment with a sheepish look on my face, not as easily convinced as he seemed to be. I felt like a failure when I withdrew from her, and my dick fell to a guilty flaccidity even before I had fully left her. She was puffing, her eyes closed. My load had been inordinate, and I noticed the first swigs of it welling up from her slit. Suddenly I couldn’t look at her anymore, and had to turn away.

Howard put an arm around my shoulder: “Relax, Jason. I told you, you really expect too much of yourself. Who do you think you are, an inexperienced young countryside boy who suddenly turns out to be a perfect stud at his first try? No one is. You have to learn how to fuck, just like everybody else!”

He laughed as if he had just made a great joke, but I could hardly see the fun of it.

“I can’t continue. Not now. “

He nodded: “Yes, of course not. Take a break; as a matter of fact, it is almost lunch time. Marcy!”

When she appeared, he ordered an elaborate lunch for me, with plenty of proteins: eggs, cheese, cold meat, milk. As she crawled off to prepare the food, I pointed at Heather and asked: “How about her? “

Howard shrugged: “Well, it is up to you, really. You can untie her to eat at our table, or you can just leave her in her constraints, so she’ll be available forthwith as soon as you are ready to resume. You might enjoy the thought that she’s waiting for you, spread and deployed for anything you might want to throw at her later on? “

I scratched my chin: “Yeah, that kinda sounds appropriate. But when does she eat?”

“Oh, Marcy will be happy to feed her in your absence. She could even do it after your resumption. “

“Yuck… it seems disgusting to fuck a girl who is being fed!”

Howard shrugged again: “Then don’t. It is all up to you, really. YOU are her trainer, not me. “

“Are you hungry, slut? “, I asked.

I looked at her again. Her eyes had slightly opened again, though there was no focus in her glance. Her breathing had only slowed down slightly.

I thought she hadn’t even heard me, then her mouth formed words: “… Only for your cock… “

I didn’t fully understand her answer, it somehow seemed strange that she would be hungry for cock after being stuffed all morning; but of course, as an answer, the poetry in it was undeniable. If this was a girl struggling with shyness, I wondered who Dave would consider outspoken.

When Marcy announced that food was ready and Howard was about to move, I halted him with a raised hand: “Just a minute.”

I stepped up between Heather’s thighs again. My dick had only slightly recovered from the lows of deepest flaccidity, and there was no way I could impale her right now. But with a little help from my hand, I managed to fiddle inside anyway. I realized that if I would try to start thrusting, it would pop out almost immediately, so I just held still. My dick appreciated the effort and the sheer pressure of her sheathing stiffened him up a bit, though he still wasn’t nearly fuck-ready. I looked her in the face. It showed a strange mix of despair and satisfaction.

“There’s your cock, slut. Better now?”

She just nodded. I gave her a few half-hearted thrusts, and my dick popped out. The hint of dismay in her panting was clearly discernible again. I chuckled, then joined Howard for lunch.