(Quite a jump from the setting of the first three parts. I'm not happy with this last part of the story, it doesn't "belong" somehow. I'm inclined to delete it but .... what the heck, I'll leave it in. What do you think dear reader?)
Dave wasn't sure he'd make it.
He and Angie had been together now for just eight weeks. Theirs seemed a pairing made in heaven, no matter the age difference. They were insatiable. Endless play and endless discovery, seemed to stem from their innocent curiosity. When they weren't loving, they seemed to find each other perfect company.
The job which had landed them in this luxury suite, had come about in the strangest way. A friend of Angie's on the library staff, had handed her a magazine during a morning coffee break. "FamilyGuidance Clinic Seeks Couples," read the ad.
"Just the thing for you and Dave," Maureen had said. Maureen had been following Angie's new relationship closely. She tried not to be jealous of her friend's bright eyed happiness. But she did envy her this sudden joy.
"Doesn't Dave have any brothers or an available father perhaps," she'd joked one day.
Angie took the magazine and read.
"Sounds a bit too good to be true. It's a paid honeymoon, an outrageously overpaid honeymoon. But wouldn't it be a hoot. Pity Dave's so shy," Angie had rambled as her imagination raced.
"Why not phone them? There's a toll free number." Maureen wasn't serious of course, neither was Angie. But she'd phoned anyway.
There'd been endless questionnaires and interviews followed by medical examinations and screen tests. Incredibly, they'd been the ones chosen.
A five star Miami hotel overlooking the Atlantic was their home for nearly week. A penthouse suite; neither had really known what a penthouse suite was until then. Nothing to do but have sex and plan what to do with the money. Money! Money already in the bank, money to come when/if they completed the assignment. And more money, if the movie sold as well as promised.
After the required three sexless days they were hungry for each other, very hungry. Minutes ago Angie had appeared in his room and slipped into bed beside him.
This was to be the pre-breakfast 'quickie' the schedule called for. There was no script, the sound engineers would handle that. Editing and dubbing would all come later.
Angie wore a pink baby-doll outfit. Dave wore nothing, his rigid erection would have looked ridiculous any way but naked.
Dave's problem would be controlling his appetite for Angie. Knowing that this was the point of the exercise, helped him not at all.
All they had to do was play for a day. It all sounded easy enough. The film was to be used by marriage councillors. The point of the exercise was to educate couples. To show that a woman's enjoyment of sex could also be a source of intense pleasure for the man.
Dave had been surprised to find how much he agreed with the concept. It had been that obviously sincere agreement that had probably decided the selection panel.
The message was all about unselfishness, male unselfishness. Angie and Dave were to make love for a day and show that such unselfishness could be pleasurable for the man.
It promised to be a delight for Angie, and a trial for Dave. Dave's only climax was to be the film's climax. As he felt Angie's warmth beside him, he was no longer sure he could manage it.
They lay facing each other, each wore a mask. The lenses of six remote cameras stared at them from around the room. Dave thought her mask rather attractive. It was gold, with up-swept corners that gave her a catlike air. His was a simple black thing. Angie suggested he looked like the Lone Ranger, or maybe Zorro. At least the library staff wouldn't recognise her. Anonymity, surely nobody would perform like this without it?
Angie undid the bow at her throat and bared her left breast. It lay heavy against her arm, its nipple pale pink and almost flat. He moved his face nearer to her, smelling the newness of the fabric and the familiar scent of her favourite talc. His cock couldn't get any harder surely?
She sighed as his lips kissed, then sucked at her nipple. How Dave loved Angie's nipples, the way they swelled at his touch. His teeth closed slowly, nipping her to the brink of pain. He moved his head back, pulling at her, pulling her breast from soft globe to sharp point. She gasped. He groaned, wanting desperately to press his cock against her knee, to hump against something.
He released the the nipple, it was now a plump raspberry that seemed to glow with its own inner light. He knew she'd be moistening now, buttery slick if he touched her. She moved slightly towards him, offering the other breast.
He took it in his hands, cupping, moulding it into a perfect sphere. The nipple, already swelling, begged for suckling but he lingered, fondling her breast. The skin was the softest on her body. Sometimes Dave thought he could happily drown in the softness of her breasts. He still hadn't counted her freckles.
His arousal was awful now. His cock seemed to strain in its skin. All he wanted was to get it between her breasts and just blissfully, desperately, fuck them. Her words cut into his thoughts. "Make me come Dave, suckle at me."
He kissed the nipple and drew it into his mouth and Angie moaned. Her whole body seemed to sigh and her hands went behind his head.Dave strove for the impossible, to cram her whole breast into his mouth. He opened his jaws wide and sucked in nipple and areola and as much breast flesh as he could. Sucking and swallowing he worked her nipple with his tongue and she began to writhe on the bed.
Dave moved his head away, allowing breast and nipple to be drawn from his mouth. The nipple slipped out with a loud kissing sound. It was engorged now, swollen and long, wet with his saliva and gone from pale pink to rich red. He took it between his teeth and bit her gently. She gasped and thrust her hips at him.
He suckled her, hungrily, drawing her on and on. She made little purring noises in her throat as he made love to her breast. Then her orgasm began and she shuddered helplessly as it swept through her. He clungto her with his mouth as she squirmed and writhed against him.
Her climax passed its peak and she moved, offering her other nipple. "More?" he asked knowing she'd say yes, she always did.
"Yes, again, again," she teased the nipple against his mouth and he took it hungrily and began nursing. Dave's hands moved too, fingers and thumbs working, massaging her wonderful softness.
She was so very aroused. His mouth at her nipple, his strong hands tormenting her breasts soon had her climbing again.
They were both breathing hard, their hearts racing. Angie's head was thrown back, one white-knuckled fist gripped the pillow, her other hand had gone down to comfort her pussy. She was making nearly-silent screams as her body took over.
She came and so very, very nearly did Dave. Can a man come without being touched? He'd always thought not, but now? His face was against a freckled dream. His mouth was full of her nipple. His brain was sending messages to him and his cock, telling him to put it in somewhere, against something and to just fuck.
He wanted that cock anywhere but twitching and waving inches above the bed sheet. In her hand, between the lovely breasts or plunged in the heat between her thighs. Oh God, he screamed in silence, let me put it in her.
She flung herself over on her back, chest heaving, nipples jutting, the left one glistening wet, from his mouth.
Then she spoke, "Dave?"
He looked at her, she'd pushed her breasts together and rolled them inwards, bringing the nipples almost touching. "Dave, kiss them both, suck them both."
He couldn't. His cock ached and throbbed. He looked down, it had a tight skinned shine to it. It must surely split if it were teased any more.
He tried to tell her. She seemed to understood, as she always did. Her hand reached out and touched his cheek. "It's OK, just being greedy," she smiled, and gazed longingly at his erection.
They lay for a while, close together and silent.
Finally she sighed, "How about we go find the dining room and get some breakfast?"
Angie slipped away to her room. Dave's cock finally softened and he got up for a pee. After he'd finished, he stood looking in the mirror, not really believing what had happened to them, to him.
Having finished their breast play they were required to make an appearance in the dining room. "A photo-op," the director had explained.
Dave wandered into the bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed. Glancing at a camera he grinned and said, "We're doing pretty good so far, I think."
The schedule on the clipboard gave him dressing instructions. His stomach rumbled.
They breakfasted in the hotel dining room. Dave spotted two more cameras. They were discretely placed with their cables leading off to the recording room where the miles of film were being produced. He pointed to the one focused on Angie. She picked up a sausage and did a wonderful mime of fellating it for the camera's benefit.
A walk on the beach was required. Somehow they had seemingly miles of deserted sands. They had a camera man for company, actually a camerawoman, who gave Dave's pouched genitals a lot of footage. Angie wore a thong bikini. The bra made her wonderful breasts look even more impressive. The thong? Dave thought her ass the loveliest in the world.
"You look exquisite," he told her quietly.
"Thank you. I feel naked and very,very self conscious," she said. "I've never worn a thong before in public."
The cameragirl called, "Would you guys kiss for the camera?"
They did and Angie's tongue speared into his mouth. His cock reared erect and he looked at the camera. Sure enough it was capturing his arousal.
"I want to go home to play," murmured Angie.
"I badly need to fuck you," Dave told her.
She moved away and looked down at his cock's big outline up the front of his thong. "I need you too. Do you think we can manage to get through today?"
"I don't know. Back there in bed this morning I thought I was going to lose my mind, I wanted you so much."
"It's not fair is it? I can just keep coming," she grinned, "it's lovely for me but, oh poor you. My poor sweet Dave."
They walked on, hand in hand, small waves playing around their ankles. He kept looking across at the freckled spill of her breasts. His erection showed no signs of subsiding. The girl with the camera coughed and looked at her watch.
"Time to head back, I guess," said Angie.
They sat side by side on the sofa. On the floor was a camera, which pointed up at them. Two more were sited on either side of the sofa. Angie blew kisses to all three. "I can't wait to see the end product of all this," she said to Dave.
Back in their suite things had been moved around in anticipation of their next scene.
They were dressed just as they had been on the beach and Angie was aware of the sexual tension between them. She was looking forward to this. She'd been looking forward to every aspect of this day.
Angie took Dave's hand and rested it on her belly and guided it down until it cupped her mound. She gave ita squeeze and Dave massaged her slowly, gently. She tensed her buttocks lifting her hips under Dave hand, her message to him.
She closed her eyes, loving his touch. He slowly worked the edges of the thong's small triangle closer together, working it between her lips. Soon, it was all but invisible, seeming to plunge into her, into the centre of her bush. Angie loved the feeling of invasion. She slid her ass towards the edge of the leather sofa, dragging the thong ever tighter, deeper. She was being cut in half and she loved it. "Yessss!"she ground out through clenched teeth.
Dave began slowly dragging the nail of his index finger up from her perineum, up to the waist band of her thong. "Scratch your itch baby?" he whispered. She looked down, watching his finger as he drew it up a second time. The scrape of nail on fabric buzzed inside her. Every time he did it she growled,and got more turned on. Was he scratching her itch, or causing it? Whatever, she loved it.
Dave squirmed off the sofa and knelt in front ofAngie. He hooked his fingers under the sides of the thong and peeled it slowly down. Angie wanted to be free of its torture and wanted it still its invasion. She wanted both. Dave kept pulling it down and Angie moaned as it came out her. She squealed as she lost a few pussy hairs. He slipped the thong down her legs and off. He got up and sat beside her again.
Dave put a finger under her chin and made to turn her face towards him to kiss her. Angie grabbed the hand and forced it down, down to her crotch. Angie, was on fire again.
His fingers found slippery wetness down the centre of her bush. He cupped his hand and pressed it over her mound. Angie spread her legs wide and Dave slipped his fingers down to lie in the wet length of her cleft. She closed her thighs over his hand and gave a long sigh.
It seemed the most natural thing. His finger slipped into her. He loved this moment, the first feel of her heat. She was cream and butter. She was honey and syrup. She was molten. She was softness.
He was lost.
Her hips lifted and Dave felt her vagina's walls give that sweet, welcoming clench that always met his fingers or his cock. He didn't have the same screaminglonging of the earlier session yet. But that squeeze from her pussy had him wanting her desperately, again.
Angie's head had gone back against the sofa's back and her hands were brushing over her breasts. Through the bra Dave could see her eager nipples quite plainly.
His finger came out of her and traced her labia, seeking, seeking. She sobbed as he found her clit. The juice-slick tip of his finger began exploring her, circling the little swollen button that was her centre. Suddenly it pulsed like a heart beat andsomething deep inside him seemed to respond. The feel of that slow throb against his fingertip sent some special message deep into him. At that moment, pleasuring her was all that mattered. He wanted fingers and tongue and lips and cock to be there, all at once. Impossible and the impossibility hurt.
Love and lust fused at that moment and he was her slave. He slid three fingers into her. It was so easy, she seemed to be flooding. Angie writhed on the fingers, impaled. Her own fingers dug into her breasts and she gave a long sobbing sigh and sweetly, almost easily, she came. Thighs clamped around his fingers, keeping him inside.
Slowly he slid his fingers out of her. Half his cock was out over the top of his thong. His arousal had risen with hers. Precum glistened, and again Dave was desperate for her. His eye caught the glint of thecamera lens and he almost sobbed at the realisation that he couldn't have her, not yet, not yet.
He took his hand away from her and her eyes opened. She watched him bring his hand to his mouth and suck the three fingers in, tasting her sweetness. She grabbed at his hand yet again and led it to her pussy. He knew just what she wanted, and let his finger find her pretty clit again.
"Yes," she whispered, "again, again."
He brought her to her brink again, teasing, listening to the music of her voice as she mouthed little cries. Her heartbeat seemed to echo in her clit as he caressed it. No matter how gentle he was, she seemed to respond. Her sensitivity amazed him. This was the centre of the universe and he was there.
He took her over the edge twice more. She was fighting for breath and glistening with sweat when finally she begged him to stop. She curled up on the sofa beside him. Suddenly his erection didn't seem to matter. She was crying with joy, and when Angie reached thismoment, there was enough happiness for both of them..... fucking could wait a little longer.
Fucking would have to wait a lot longer ....... he would wait.