I lay in my bed. Rick was next to me and I reached over in the dark to reassure myself that he was there and that this afternoon really happened. The girls at finishing school had tried to describe what the first time would be like, but some things simply can't be described. They told me that I would never find the man who could satisfy me. They couldn't understand my need for an older man. They were wrong on all accounts.
Rick was good looking, strong, kind and very much as I remembered Karl, my stepfather. They were right about being unable to describe my first time. Something's just have to be experienced because words can't be used to explain the emotions and sensations of it. For me it was almost an out of body experience. I wasn't here, I was in space. I heard my own screams and felt the sensations, but only my mind can relive it all.
Every thing he did was perfection and each touch; each caress was like nothing I had ever dreamed possible. By now my pussy wasn't as swollen as before, and the warm bath we had shared did a lot to ease the throbbing. There were a lot of unfulfilled things that needed to be done before I was completely satisfied, but tomorrow was a fresh day. I wanted him to fuck me anally while I held my little toy against my clit, and there were a few positions that had to be tried. Than there was the issue of Susanne. It was get even time and I had been dreaming and planning for over a year and a half.
In the morning I had several boxes of goodies that needed to be opened and set up in my special room before I invited her over for my housewarming party.. Right now I was getting hot just thinking about Rick lying so close, so I rolled over and began to play with his cock. He began to become erect within a matter of seconds and soon he rolled over on his back.
Inga, the airline stewardess who had told me about him, was right. Being one of his girlfriends, she had given me some insight into his likes, dislikes, and unique abilities when it came to sex.
I put my lips over his hard cock and began to suck. I was becoming better at it and didn't gag. My mouth was now used to his cock's girth. I teased the rim until I heard him moan, than I threw the covers off, moved my leg over his reclining body, and slowly sank down on his shaft. Again the stretching, but now my pussy devoured him as if he were a part of me.
I held him deep inside me and began to roll my body atop him. I called it hunching. With him deep inside, I could press my pussy tightly against his pelvic bone and drag and push my clit against him. My body seemed to roll up and down his pelvis with an action similar to that as if riding a horse.
Suddenly I was ready to climax again and I tried to be quiet as I came. My juices seemed to gush out, and in the stillness of the night the only thing that broke the silence was the soft squish, squish, squish of my pussy milking the slippery fluid from my cunt and coating his thighs and balls with it's glistening oily film.
I looked into his face but his eyes were still closed, but suddenly he reached up and clasped one of my breasts in each hand. His fingers massaged each, finally ending up with his thumb and forefinger grasping my erect nipples.
Between squeezing them and rolling them between his pinching fingers, I couldn't resist sobbing and gasping his name. Now he was thrusting up and down on his own.
He was obviously awake and I just lifted up slightly so he could thrust up into me. I had another screaming orgasm, quickly followed by another. Each was accompanied by my pussy's flood of it's own fluids. Suddenly he spoke.....
"Kneel and I'll drive this in deeper if you like, Amber."
I sobbed, "No, just keep doing what you're doing, but don't stop and please don't cum yet."
Now I wished we were in the special room. My bed is too soft and it was difficult to hold still enough to really feel the friction of his cock as it drove in and out. My body had a tendency to follow his up and down stroking motion.
Than he asked, "do you want me to cum, or hold off, Amber?"
"CUM! OH GOD RICK, CUM. But tell me when. I want to take it in my mouth. Just let me know and I'll take it there."
About ten minutes later, and about four more orgasms, he finally gasped, "I'm close. Get ready! NOW! It's there."
I sprang up and heard a sort of sucking sound as we disengaged. Than I quickly slid down to straddle his ankles and grasping his cock, directed it to my mouth and drove my head down, forcing his cock into my throat. I held the base of his shaft as my mouth moved rapidly up and down the slippery pole and was greeted with his cries.
"Take it! Here it comes baby."
And he sort of slowed almost to a stop as I kept my head moving up and down the soft purple head of his cock. I felt the first slippery pre-cum wet my tongue, than the thicker salty gushes of his sperm began to wash over my tongue, filling my mouth. Again and again.
No less than six times I felt the spurting fluid pulse against my tongue before it subsided. I tried to hold the huge volume of his sperm in my mouth, savoring it before letting it slowly trickle down my throat. Not really swallowing it in gulps, but rather taking small quantities and making it last as long as possible. The after taste lingered and I held that as I moved up to give him a deep kiss.
We were sharing what I had gleaned from him. Than I got up, bathed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Later that day we began to open and set up the equipment I had stored in the chamber.
Rick and I began to open the cartons. Some were a surprise to me because I had ordered them months ago and forgotten exactly what they were. Rick seemed both fascinated and surprised at the variety of devices I had ordered, and sometimes had to ask what they were, but using the enclosed instructions we began to assemble the more complicated ones.
The two largest were a reclining chair with stirrups and arms with restraints, the other was a machine which had a dildo attached to a probe which was motor driven. It was rather bulky, but it was quiet and had a number of adjustments for speed and depth of stroke. That would be placed in front of the reclining chair.
The more recognizable items were a swing, which Rick attached to the ring in the ceiling beam. There was one device, which we both looked at with some feelings of concern. It was an electro stimulator, which could be inserted into the vagina and would send pulses of current causing the muscles to contract. There were a variety of controls on it and the contractions could be long or short, slow or fast.
