Another World 5

Weeks later, I was still bending my mind to find a way to talk to Lacy again that didn’t involve me sitting in my car or someone else’s house. One of the guys said I should write, but the legibility of my handwriting was more than craptacular. Plus, who knows if the mail actually gets into her hand or her parents’. Another guy suggested that I should have an airplane with a banner saying ‘I’m sorry.’ But then she never leaves her house. She may very well miss it, and I would end up fixing several relationships that were not mine. One other dude said I should kidnap her. I laughed at the idea, but to be honest, it sounded like the best plan at the moment.
Me and nine other of my pack were working out. I hadn’t worked out for days now, and I felt restless. I was so horny these past few days; I just wanted to do something to burn all those extra energy away. For the three months I’d been trying to get into Lacy’s pants, I was pumping iron like crazy everyday just so I wouldn’t have to jack off that night. During those three months, I broke all the lifting records at the rec. center.

And today, I broke three of my own records. But it did not help at all. It only made me more frustrated. I kept thinking about how Mark and Danny were probably pumping each other, while I’m trying to pump metal just to keep my penis from exploding.
The other guys were worn out before I was even thinking about resting, so they went to the change. I was lifting alone for five minutes until I gave up and finally accepted the fact that my extra-energy could only be released in form of semen up some tight hole.

I got out of the weights room and headed to the changing room. Then I went straight to the showers and found that all the guys were still there. They all turned around when they saw me, and they all had huge hard-ons. I pulled off my sweat-drenched shirt and pulled down my pants and boxers. I stepped in the shower and walked to a showerhead in the corner. Slowly, they all gathered around me, rubbing their cocks while watching me rinse.
“You guys realize there’s other working jets, right?” I asked, feeling a little claustrophobic.
“Yeah, but we’re here to help you.” Luke Walters said.
“With what?”
“Your problem with Lacy. If you can’t get her at the moment, you have us. All of us. You can use our holes as many times as you like.”
“If you guys actually listened to my story, that’s the fucking reason Lacy’s mad at me right now.” I said.
“We know. But she doesn’t have too. Once you get her back, then you won’t need us anymore. But until you do that, we’re here to solve your needs at the moment.”
“No thanks…I don’t need it.”
“But your penis says different.”

I looked down, and sure enough, it was sticky straight up and hard. Then Luke kneeled in front of me and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. Luke was the second best cock-sucking guy I have ever known. The best was of course Mark. While cuffing my balls with his hands and yanking them down a little, he opened his mouth to receive my raging hardon and I moaned. Already, I felt like coming, but I knew with Luke’s skill, he was going to build my sensations to some great height before letting me release. But then the image of Lacy flashed in my mind, and I told Luke to stop. He continued to bob his head up and down, so I had to push his head off of my cock.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“The only person I want to cum with is Lacy.” I said, “If it’s someone else, it’s just not worth it.”
I got out of the shower and went to my locker and grabbed a towel and dried off and changed into clean clothes. Then I got out of the changing room, walked through the hall, up the stairs into the lobby, and out the door. I got into my car and drove out of the parking lot.

Ten minutes later, I was parked right in front of Lacy’s house. I got out of my car and walked up to her front porch. I rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened.
“You? What are you doing here?” Lacy’s father asked angrily.
“Mr. Heart, I would like to speak to Lacy.” I said.
“Why? What do you want?”
“I want to apologize to her.”
“Why? What did you do to my daughter?”
“Can I please talk to her?”
“No. What do you have to apologize for?”
“For mistreating her?”
“What? How? Why is she still talking to you?”
“We’ve still been dating.”
“What?” Lacy’s father yelled into the house, “Lacy, I need to talk to you over here right now.”
“Yes, dad. What do you need?” I could hear her beautiful shy voice and then her footsteps as she ran to the foyer. She saw me and stopped cold, “What are you doing here?”
Her father interrogated, “Is it true? Have you been dating him behind our back?”
“I dumped him already,” said Lacy.
“But did you still date him even after he tried to take off your clothes?”
Lacy gave a slow nod.
“And have you let him deflower you?”
Lacy nodded again.
He shook his head hysterically, “I can’t believe I raised a whore!”
“Don’t call her that!”
“It is none of your business! Now get off of my property,” he yelled at me.
“It is too my business. She’s my girlfriend. And she’s your daughter. Give your daughter a little respect, why don’t you? She’s the most caring, passionate person I know. If you would stop molding her to whatever you have in mind, then you’ll realize that she’s more perfect than you’ve ever imagined.”
Her father threatened to call the cops and tell them that I raped her. But she argued that she was not raped; she was a grown woman with the right to consent. I begged her father just for five minutes to talk to Lacy, but he said he’d give me five minutes if hell was freezing over.
“Well, I’m gonna give him five minutes.” Lacy gulped, “And if you decide to throw me out for it, then I sure hope whatever he has to say is worth it.”
“I’m not gonna shut the door,” he said as he walked back into the house.
I took Lacy’s right hand and lead her out of direct view of the door.
Lacy asked, her hands folded, “So, what do you want?”
“I’m sorry.”

Lacy shook her head, “It’s like déjà vu. I think I’ve heard that already.”
“I’m so sorry.” I said, “I miss you so much. I need you back in my life. I can’t function without you. Please, take me back. I promise I’ll never do it with anyone else again.”
“But you’re a jock. Aren’t you suppose to sleep around?” Lacy asked with a bitter tone.
“No,” I said, “Not when I have someone as great as you. Please, I’ve never had to ask anyone to take me back before. I don’t know what to do but say I’m sorry.”
“Again, exactly what are you sorry for?” she asked.
“I’m sorry for betraying your trust. I’m sorry that I made you cry. I’m sorry because it pains me to see you get hurt. It pains me even more to realize that I’m the one who hurt you. I’m sorry because I lo…” I gulped, “I love you.”
“That’s great. I’m pretty sure I heard you said that to five other girls before.”
“Yes, I know I say that a lot. But this time, I mean it.” I sighed, “I don’t know how to prove I mean it. But…but I just need you in my life. I can’t function without you.”
She rolled her eyes, “If you’re so inclined to repeating yourself, why don’t you repeat those three words?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No, those other three words.”
“I love you.”

She smiled for the first time since a week and a half ago, “I love you too.”
My heart melted right then and there with the warmest, happiest of fire. I took her in my arms and held her tight, never wanting to let her go. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her nose, and finally her lips. I’m never been so happy to kiss anyone before.
Then her father stepped out and said, “Get your face off my daughter.”
So I parted lips with her and turned to her father, “Mr. Heart, please. I want to continue dating your daughter, but we don’t want to do it behind your back. And if you don’t want us having sex again til we’re married, then I promise I won’t. I really would give up sex just to be with her.”
“Did you just say…married…” Lacy seemed amazed.
“Yeah. I did. That word doesn’t scare me anymore.” I turned to her, “Now that I realized the person I would be spending the rest of my life with is you. I’m just so freaking happy just thinking about the future.”
“I’m not letting you marry my daughter. She’s got a full life in front of her. She can marry when she has built a solid foundation for her career,” he said.
“Of course I have no intentions of getting married right now Mr. Heart. But when I feel we’re in the right place at the right time, I’ll be on my knees asking your daughter to be my bride.” I said.
He said, “So you’re telling me you’re willing to not have sex with her or anyone else for that matter for six or seven years so she can have a well-established career.”
“Yes. Cause…”
“Well, I’m not.” Lacy said, “I’m not going to give up sex. I’m a grown woman, dad. I’m going to make my own decisions, with or without the approval of you or mom. I will graduate college, and I will teach. That’s definite. And I will continue to have sex with him because it’s the greatest feeling I’ve ever known.”

He put his hand to his forehead, “I cannot believe what I’m hearing…”
“Oh, give it a rest, Carl,” said Lacy’s mother, stepping out onto the porch, “I know you’re the horniest man to ever preach. You can’t go to sleep without fucking me everynight.”
Lacy’s father face turned red, and he turned around and stomped inside.
Lacy’s mother said to me, “I’ve heard what you’ve said and it sounds like you truly love my daughter. So you have my full consent. And her father will eventually get over himself. But promise me this…I know it’s against religion to use contraceptives…but promise me that you won’t get her pregnant.”
“I promise.” I said. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Heart.”
“Okay, I’m gonna go inside and, um, convince your father in my own special way,” she said with a sly grin, “And it seems like you guys want to…um…bond, so I’ll expect to see you two for dinner.”

***

We were in my room now, with a love song by Ann Duran, Lacy’s favorite, playing in the background. Our bodies were up against each other, hands all over each other, lips locked, tongues exploring the other’s oral cavity, ecstatic moans in unison. Our bodies parted, but our lips still locked, so we could blindly work at each other’s clothes, me unbuttoning her shirt and unhooking her bra, and she unbuttoning my shirt and unbuckling my belt.

Soon, we had fallen onto my bed, her gentle hands smoothing my back, my big hands cuffing her breasts. Then she wrestled her way to be on top of me, and she kissed my neck and chest. There was no way anyone could be better than her at kissing my whole body. Well, there was no way anyone could be better than her at anything. God, how I loved her hands, her lips, her breath all over my aching muscles. She paid extra attention to pleasuring my nipples, the greatest pleasure points in my body, sucking them hard but gentle. Then she moved down to my abs, and as she savored each bump as if they were baked treats, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. Then she pulled my boxers down and could see my throbbing mast. And she started licking it, until I pulled her up by the shoulders and told her that tonight was her night. Everything was about her.

So I was on top now and I raised her left arm and ran kisses down the thin, smooth limb and I did the same with her right arm. Then I lowered my head to her breasts and let my hands massage it just the way I knew she liked it, and I kissed it and licked it and I stuck my tongue down the abyss of her bosom and navigated through it like a skilled spelunker. I moved down to her flat, cream-colored stomach with a little black freckle just to the right of her navel. I commented that I always get especially turned on seeing that cute little black freckle. Pulling down her pants, I could see her silky panties were wet at one spot, and I licked her panties at her wet area to get a taste of her womanly juices that I’ve missed for what seemed like centuries now. And I pulled it down and her legs spread open and I delved my head between her thighs, licking up her beautiful cunt.

“Sorry, I haven’t shaved cause I didn’t realize we would…”
“Oh, no. I love it.” I said, inhaling the intoxicating scent.

With one long, rough stroke with my tongue, I rimmed each side of her opening, causing her to open up even more. And my tongue reached deeper inside her pink wetness. My oral lips around her vaginal lips, trying to suck her juices from the depths of her being down to my throat. My wet fingers on her clitoris, pushing it down and pulling it out and moving it like a joystick. And the wetter she felt and the more heavenly juices I could taste with my tongue, the deeper I ventured with my tongue, the faster I stroked, the harder I kneaded at her sensitive lining. My free hand was now slowly trekking up to her gorgeous mountain-like breasts, and reached the summit of her nipples and I just loved the feel of it. And I could hear her moan louder and louder and her calling out my name and saying that she loved me. And while my mouth still on top of her cunt, I murmured that I loved her. And just as I finished, her body shook violently and I felt her juices gush out onto my tongue and soon spilling into my mouth and I happily drank those juices, while never stroking her with my tongue. And as her body calmed down, she saw that my head was still between her legs. I continued to lick her, writing not only the Phoenician alphabet with my tongue, but some Chinese characters as well. She spilled in my face three more times in three more climaxes, screaming my name and telling me how wonderful I am.

It was only until she said she missed the feel of my dick inside her that I stopped and moved up to kiss her. During the kiss, I snapped on a condom effortlessly. When I was sure it was on tight, I entered her and she moaned. I rocked my hips back and jammed it in and she moaned even louder. And within seconds, I was thrusting in and out of her with a speed we have both been so accustomed too. But the speed we were accustomed to was not good enough for tonight, nor will it ever be good enough for all our future nights. I was fucking her now with a mind-blowing speed. I struck my dick at the left side of her wall, her right side, her lower wall, her upper wall, at unfathomed angles and depth. I made sure each thrust was worth it, each thrust making her moan louder than the last, each thrust zapping her with great waves of pleasure. And she arched her back and I held onto my back as she came hard, flooding my dick with her juices. I held her body tight, continuing to thrust in her, but now rolling on the bed so she could be on top.

She looked at me strangely, wondering how she ended on top of me, and I told her that she could ride my cock anyway she liked, she could bend it, twist it, abuse it, break it for all I care, I just wanted her to be in control and do whatever she desired. And with that, she propped herself up, her hands on my chest as she found a comfortable sitting position on my cock and she started to rock back and forth. Soon, I was raising my hips rhythmically to her pace, and I had on the happiest grin as she moaned, as she manipulated my cock to rub against those inner spots inside that I may have missed when I was on top. She continued to knead her palms onto her chest, sinking her fingers in my broad muscles, and I rubbed my hands on her petite waist and the small of her back. And soon she screamed wildly and I felt all her juices flooding down onto my balls. And her arms gave away and she collapsed on my chest.

I said she could rest a while and continue if she wanted but she said she had no more energy to stay on top, so I held her body tight as I lifted my back off the bed so we were both sitting facing her other in the most intimate sexual position. And we kissed as I began to use the muscles of my ass to thrust my dick deeper inside her. And she kissed my neck and moaned into her my ears. I nuzzled my nose in her breasts and I ran my fingers down her spine which according to her was the greatest pleasure points in her body. And so she climaxed once again, and yet we were still in the same position, slow and tender, gentle and sensuous.

Finally, we were lying on the bed again, and I slowly pulled out of her. Then I pulled off my condom. There was nothing inside of it.
“You haven’t finished?” she asked in an amazed voice.
I shook my head, “Tonight’s all about you babe.”
“Did I not do a good enough job?” she asked.
“You did an amazing job.” I said, “But I just don’t feel like I deserve to cum for the way I’ve hurt you. It’s my punishment, and I’m more than happy to take it.”
“So you purposely kept yourself from coming?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Well that’s just crazy.” She said, “You totally deserve to experience this wonderful event with me.”

And she was on top of me and moving down to my legs and taking my cock in her hand. I tried to pull her up but she resisted. I said I didn’t deserve it, and she shook her head saying, “If tonight’s really all about me, then I want to take your cock in my mouth and I want to taste your cum.”

So I let her lick my shaft and take it all in. She was the only girl who knew exactly what to do with my dick. I wanted to spill right then just so she wouldn’t have to choke on my cock for so long, but if I came too quickly, she would know I was making it easier for her. So I waited a reasonable amount of time before I released a little bit, just enough for her to get her wish, but not enough for me to feel the total climax.

A month before, I would be laughing if I ever thought of keeping myself from coming. I would have considered myself a lunatic for not coming at every chance I got. But now, it was the only thing that felt right, it was the only way I could forgive myself for hurting the greatest love of my life.

We cuddled til 7 pm, until I mentioned that her parents were probably waiting for us to have dinner, so we hurried up and dressed, and I drove to her house. When we got inside, her parents were cuddling on the couch, and her father had on a great big smile and welcomed us to the dining room.