Nasty (19 page)

Jonathan’s eyes bulged. It was wet…creamy and warm, just like all the books had described it. He wished he could get a job where all he did was probe Nicola’s wet insides all the rest of his life, but somehow he knew, with his luck, there’d be too many better-qualified applicants for the position.

Nicola guided his hand to her clitoris. “The world will end any second, and I don’t want to leave without you massaging my master spot. It gives you all the power all the power.” Jonathan rubbed the area with his fingers. “Oh, baby, not too hard…softer…softer…in circles…make circles. Ah…you got it. Oooh…Ooooh! Feels so good.I’m…I’m…You make me so good and wet, baby.”

He checked, and indeed, she was super lubricated. “Will you…will you lick it for me, Jonathan…just a little tongue.”

His body stiffened. He’d seen men give women head in the films, but the way his buddies always talked about eating pussy,
it sounded like about as much fun as eating a cinnamon bun smeared with shit.

He quickly erased that image and, instead, remembered that this was his last time on Earth with a woman. If that woman wanted him to eat her, then by-golly, that’s just what he was going to do. He lowered his head and imagined that eating was equivalent to skating. He made his tongue travel across her stiffly engorged clitoris in a microscopic figure-eight motion. Excited by Nicola’s response, he rather enjoyed the whole process.

Nicola moaned. “My last moments will not be in vain, SWEET LORD SWEET JESUS!” Encouraged by how eagerly her young student responded, she gave him new instructions. “Now, Jonathan… take the tip of your tongue, baby…and whip it back and forth…real fast…just like that…a little faster now…okay, baby…right there…don’t stop…keep doing it.” Her muscles tightened as she felt an orgasm sliding into her realm. “Oh GOD ALMIGHTY, BABY…THIS SHIT IS GOOD…JONATHAN, YOU’RE GOOD, BABY!”

Pleased that he was making her feel so nice, the young basketball star obeyed his muse and increased the rate of his tongue’s motion over her clitoris. He could feel its texture stiffening. Remembering what he had seen in a movie, he used his free hand to fondle her nipples.

Nicola’s body writhed in pleasurable response. “I’m coming, Jonathan, Oh God, I’m coming! OOO-WAH-SHAY….OOO-WAH-SHAY…OOO-WAH-SHAY!!!” The powerful orgasm ripped through her entire body. If it had been an earthquake, the entire East Coast would have fallen into the sea. Lasting for what seemed like hours, Nicola’s legs clamped tightly around Jonathan’s head, forcing him to stop eating her. He thought she’d never release him, but she did.

In total awe of what had just occurred, he said, “Nicola… Nicola…” She was unresponsive. He yelled at her, thinking she was seriously in a com. “NICOLA!”

Slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, she weakly responded, “Yes, baby?”

“Did you have…did I give you…uh…an orgasm?”

“Oh, yes, you did…oh my God.” She hugged him tightly. “You did, and I’ve got to reward you for that.” She kissed Jonathan, and then whispered in his ears, “What do you want me to do for you?” His dick was as hard as a tank and he wanted only one thing from Nicola. But he was still afraid to ask.

“Jonathan, talk to me, baby. What do you want me to do for you?”

He avoided her eyes and looked away. As if reading his mind, she stroked him with her hand. “Oh, you’ve got a nice dick. If this will be the last one I see, I could not complain.”

“Nicola, I… I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m taking birth control pills.” Jonathan frowned, but Nicola reassured him, “You don’t have to worry about having a little Jonathan running around.”

He relaxed. He was in good hands with Nicola. Jonathan trusted her. Surely, she wouldn’t do anything stupid to jeopardize either of their futures.

“Now, I’m going to take you where you’ve never been before. Is that okay with you, Jonathan?”

As she inquired, her hand freely stroked his pleasure rod up and down, squeezing all the blood from his brain straight down into his dick. This excited him beyond all he could imagine. The moment was finally going to happen.

For a fleeting second, as Nicola guided him inside her, he thought about his vow to remain chaste and pure until marriage.
But who knew that he and Nicola would be the last survivors on Earth?

At that second of revelation, Jonathan’s dick landed in new territory. It was land that was wet, warm and greeted his eager rod with a cobra-tight grip. In and out, he screwed inside of Nicola. In and out. Slow at first, he was just trying to feel every inch of her warm sweetness.

Digging repeatedly into her wet vastness, he knew how the miners must’ve felt when they’d first discovered gold. He yelled out loud. The pleasure was unquantifiably good. He plunged in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Nicola responded in kind. Matching his rhythm. “That’s it, Jonathan. Let it out. Feel all of it. Oh, you make me so wet. So good and wet and juicy.”

He could feel her wetness as he entered and exited. His pace, controllable at first, was now out of control. Like a wild bull let out of the gate, his body bucked back and forth; repeatedly ramming his hot shaft into Nicola. And then, it started. He could feel his first real non-masturbating orgasm coming. There was no turning back. He kept slamming his concrete-hard rod into Nicola. His balls made sharp, slapping noises as they banged against the cheeks of her ass.

“Nicola…Nicola…this is it…this is…AHHHHHHHH!” It happened. He erupted inside her.
It will never feel that good again
, he thought,
but I’ll spend my life chasing that feeling
. Still inside, he rocked their bodies together as tiny aftershocks of pleasure caused creamy, sticky fluid to seep out of Nicola.
And now
, thought Jonathan,
the world can end and go to hell, because I finally got himself “some.”

They repeated their performance again. This time they both came together. At the moment of their shared exaltation, they yelled out in unison. Anyone passing under her window would
swear they were rehearsing a song from a gothic opera. Exhausted from the activity, they collapsed back into the bed, laughing as they tried to avoid wet spots. Lying in Jonathan’s long, muscular arms, Nicola caressed his balls as he gently stroked her nipples. They were in paradise. Population: two.

The phone rang and interrupted their peace. Jonathan warned her, “Don’t answer. There might be one more survivor. Someone we won’t like.”

Nicola laughed. “Hello, Carlos. Oh, baby.”

Jonathan sat up. He had forgotten that they were really on an inhabited planet, one where Nicola was actually his brother’s old lady. Still experiencing post-first-screw syndrome effects, try as he may, he could not remember the name of his organization. He held his head down in shame. Tomorrow, he planned to mail in his resignation.

“Carlos, of course, I’m looking forward to tonight. I’ve made special plans for us.”

Jonathan was amazed. After all they had done in bed that afternoon, she still had energy to do it all over again with Carlos. Nicola was some kind of woman. Always a pragmatist, he decided to follow her lead. As long as it led him back to her bed, screwing both their brains out, it was okay with him.

“See you in thirty minutes, Carlos. Hurry, baby. Ciao.” She hung up the phone and gave Jonathan a sad but knowing look. A look that said,
“It’s time for you to go now.”

He kissed Nicola on the cheek and gave her one long last hug. She whispered in his ear, “I’ll see you after practice on Monday. I’ve got some new things to show you.”

Jonathan was happy. He still felt guilty about their meetings—but like the immortal classic suggested, if fucking Nicola was wrong, he didn’t want to do right.

N
icola jumped out of the bed and started tidying up, removing their “love-soaked” sheets and tossing them into the laundry hamper. “Got to hide the evidence.” She looked over at Jonathan. He was quickly throwing on his clothing.

“I’ve got to get out of here.”

Remembering how well he’d performed, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, my dear, you must, and I must take a good long soak in the tub. So you’ll have to let yourself out.” Jonathan tried to pull her close to him. She pulled away, blew him a kiss, and walked out the room. She yelled back, “You’d better go now. Carlos should be ringing that doorbell any second.”

Jonathan slid on his sandals and, taking her hint, rushed down the stairwell and out of the door. Just as he turned the corner and descended down the stairs of the local C train stop, Carlos pulled up in front of Nicola’s house.

Carlos rang the bell several times. Wondering if Nicola had forgotten their date, he got back into his car. He figured she probably went to the store to get something for the evening. Trying to be patient, he sat in the car for ten minutes before calling her on the cell. “Nicola, where are you?”

“I’m right here, baby, waiting for you.”

Carlos, his back facing Nicola’s entrance, immediately swung around and discovered her standing outside the door, wearing the skimpiest pink lace negligee he’d ever seen. He hopped out of his SUV, swept Nicola into his arms and carried her into the house. They locked lips for what seemed like hours.

“Oh, Nicola, I missed you so.”

“Me too, baby. Take me upstairs to my bedroom. Let’s finish what we couldn’t start the other night.” She licked the inside of his earlobe, a particularly sensitive spot for him. His body ached to be closer to her. He carried her up the stairs and entered the master bedroom.

“Welcome to my boudoir, Carlos,” she whispered.

His eyes quickly swept around the huge room. “Nice spot.”

He laid Nicola down on the bed.

Proud of her room, she wanted Carlos to notice the decor. “All of my bedrooms have themes. As you can see, this is reminiscent of the Caribbean.”

Not wanting to take his mind off of Nicola, he did recognize that she had re-created a bit of the islands. The canopy bed with rich mahogany postings, a huge ceiling fan and wooden shutters on the windows did create an island ambience. All the furnishings represented a different island she’d visited. Haitian, Cuban and Jamaican art covered the sand-colored walls.

Of all she had in the room, the pole piqued his curiosity. “Check this out. Hey, I bet you can work it, girl. Why don’t you give me a little show? Huh?” He kissed her deeply, intrigued by the prospect of his love performing a pole dance. She pulled away when he playfully insisted on a show. “Come on, just a little sample, please?”

Nicola cursed herself for not removing the damn thing right after Harrison left. She had vowed never to perform the sultry dance again for any man…for any reason. She made a mental
note to remind her contractor to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Why don’t we forget about the little pole and concentrate…” She grabbed for his pleasure rod and stroked it. “On the only pole that really matters in this room.”

He moaned in response.

In no time at all, Carlos forgot all about the pole and completely removed their clothing. He didn’t want to waste a single moment not being inside of Nicola. It was all happening so fast. Carried away by the rapture of the moment, they were two lovers who had waited far too long to be together. “Nicola, if you knew how bad I wanted to be with you.” He sucked on her breasts and fondled the valley between her legs. She responded by stroking the longest pole she’d ever encountered. She could not wait to experience all of Carlos.

Carlos had never approached a sexual encounter with such reckless abandon. He usually took his time, controlling the pace. But not with Nicola. Nicola attacked his dick with her mouth, licking it up and down and forcing it down her throat almost to the point of gagging. She was highly turned on by the massiveness of his organ. He plunged it down her throat, ramming it as far as it would go. Carlos was ecstatic. He’d never met a woman who could handle his tool so effectively. Most women tried to eat the whole thing, but none before Nicola had succeeded.

The deeper he pumped into her mouth, the more she could accept. It was blowing his mind to a point where he could feel his orgasm mounting. He wanted to be inside of Nicola when that happened. Deep inside. But Nicola was sucking the hell out of his dick. He never knew it could be so good. He was too close to coming and he didn’t want it to be that quick. He had to slow it down. After falling asleep on her in the hotel, he didn’t want her to think he couldn’t control himself.

Carlos sent up a prayer for help and immediately felt like a hea-
then. He rarely prayed, and the one time he did he was asking the good Lord to delay his orgasm. But he was desperate and his orgasm was surely coming. It would take divine intervention to stop it. He shouted, “Oh Lord, Jesus, help me…HELP ME, JESUS!”

Nicola looked up at Carlos. His passionate response excited her and she was encouraged to allow his entire twelve-and-one half-inch dick slide down her throat. She wanted all of him. “Jesus…save me NOW!” Carlos was seconds away from exploding.

His cell phone rang and instantaneously broke his connection with his penis. Grateful for the distraction, Carlos promised faithfully to go to church and make a big donation. His intense sexual response faded as habit forced him to pull out of Nicola’s hungry mouth. Nicola gently yanked it back. “But I have to answer that,” he pleaded.

She looked at him and demanded as sweetly as she could, “The only thing you have to do is fuck my brains out.”

Torn between Nicola’s demands and a habit he’d long established, he ignored the phone. Nicola won. He resumed his activity and once again forcefully pumped his anxious dick into Nicola’s mouth, gradually refocusing all of his attention towards her. The phone rang again. This time he had to answer it. He pulled away from Nicola.

Nicola sat up in the bed, pissed that he disobeyed her orders. She promised, “I’ll make you pay for this.”

Carlos blew a kiss at her.

She smiled, knowing full well that she would make good on her threat. She thought about how interesting it would be when he discovered how she was administering sexual therapy to his brother. But Nicola was a patient woman. There was no use
rushing to an obvious end. Especially when both Jonathan and Carlos were promising to be such excellent lovers.