Alice Pt 06

The journey to get here has been a struggle. This chapter is quite a bit longer than the previous chapters. As the words hit the page, I struggled to find a good spot to break this into two chapters. This is the conclusion of the story about Alice. I write for my own enjoyment. I hope you get some enjoyment from reading my offering.

I need to thank my editor, kenjisato, for his patience, time, and effort, in knocking the rough edges off this story and making it a smoother read. I am deeply indebted to you.

All sex depicted, herein, is between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. I have a lot of sexual scenes depicted in my stories. Fair warning if you are not into graphic descriptions - move on, please. No animals were harmed in the making of this story. Please leave feedback.

Part 6

College years and beyond

I wake up to the smell of coffee. Katie is awake and ready to start the day. Mom is in the kitchen, nursing the first cup. I kiss mom good morning and she gives a friendly smile, knowing that we won't be able to conduct our normal morning rituals. Katie is anxious, looking forward to moving into the apartment. She is very talkative this morning, running everything through her brain and out her mouth. Mom smiles seeing her prepare for our future. We fix breakfast, clean up, and say our goodbyes.

I hug mom right before heading out the door. She whispers, "I love you. Jack, don't be a stranger."

"I love you too, mom."

We get into the truck and Katie snuggles up next to me. She rubs my thigh and is literally bouncing on the truck seat. She continues to gab all the way to the apartment building. We pull into the apartment parking lot and find the manager's office. We are met by an older woman named Dorothy. She lays out her expectations, rent due on the first, penalty after the eighth, no pets, noise, parties, parking, etc.- nothing sounds out of the ordinary. She hands us two sets of keys and points us to our apartment. Katie had previously talked to her on several occasions, but I still need to sign the lease. She keeps looking me over like she wants to comment about something, but she remains quiet.

We get our stuff moved upstairs into the apartment. Katie isn't happy with the furniture arrangement, so guess what, I move furniture back and forth until all placement options have been scrutinized. Katie is satisfied, at least in her mind, that the furniture is in the optimum locations for us. We scour the cabinets to determine what kitchen tools, pots, and pans we have. We have enough sense to come here a few days early to get situated before classes start. Mom had packed us a box of cleaning essentials, thank you mom, in case we needed them. We turn on the vent fan in the bathroom and thoroughly scrub the bath from floor to ceiling.

We need to take a break from the fumes. We have a partial list of what we need, besides food, to make the final move into the apartment. We decide to go get something to eat and then go shopping for food and apartment stuff. After we eat, we decide to go to a couple of resale shops to see if they have anything that we are looking for. Older items are usually made sturdier than a modern produced item. We find a couple of items, and then go shopping for the rest and some groceries.

Both of us have money saved from our summer jobs. It will be nice to get back to work at the bar for some pocket money. I call Harley and put him on speaker.

"Jack."

"Hey, boss."

"Does that mean you want to come back and work at the bar?"

"If you will still have me?"

"I am certainly glad you called. I was about to send out an S.O.S. Jack you are the best bouncer that I have ever had. You handle yourself well, you don't take it personal, and you only use force that is necessary. I could not ask for a better person to fill that much needed role."

"Thanks, boss. Are you hiring servers?"

"Yes, I still need a couple. Why?"

"Katie, my girlfriend, is looking to work at the bar. Hopefully we can have the same shifts."

"I haven't had much luck with a boyfriend and girlfriend working together. Your relationship comes second when you are on the clock. She is just a server, and you are just a bouncer. Can you handle the straying hands that come with serving people with lowered inhibitions? Can she handle the straying hands and know when to call for help? I will need to talk to both of you together. Can you both come by tomorrow?"

Katie nods.

"Yes, just let me know what time?"

"How about three?"

"See you then."

We finish our shopping and go back to the apartment. Katie has a glass of wine and is feeling a little amorous. I play some music from my playlist, and we begin to kiss and dance in the living room. We break our kiss from time to time, allowing Katie to sip her wine. This is my favorite way to taste wine, from my lover's lips and tongue.

Our kisses gradually become more heated as our passions slowly build. Katie sets her wine glass on the breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the main living area. Our hands begin to explore each other's body with caresses, gropes, rubs, and massages. It doesn't take much as we are both eager to finally have a safe space to express our love without caring about anyone else's intrusions.

"Do you want to know what I want to do?" she coyly asks.

"Tell me, lover, what do you want to do?"

"I want us to make love in every room in this apartment. I want to be able to look in each room and remember an epic sex-fueled initiation of this place."

"My dick is getting hard just thinking about it. Where do you want to start?"

"Let's start in here and work our way back to the back bedroom."

"That sounds like an excellent plan."

We continue our kissing and dancing; grinding against each other until our hands can't take it anymore and skin-to-skin contact is the only remedy. As the last of clothes hit the pile by the front door, we lower ourselves to the floor and maneuver our bodies, planting kisses all the way until we are engrossed in a sensual, loving, pleasure-filled sixty-nine. Lips, tongues, and fingers only are welcomed and appreciated. Our passion-filled moans quickly morph into lust-filled groans. The nonverbal pleasures are freely communicated.

Katie interrupts giving me pleasure.

"God, Jack! You pussy-eating motherfucker! Eat me! GAWD, you eat my pussy so good. Just like that, baby. Don't stop."

I stopped long enough to encourage Katie.

"Katie, you are a crock-sucking dynamo. You have come a long way from barely getting the head of my dick in your mouth, to giving me the ultimate pleasure using your mouth. Oh, baby, suck the soul out of the end of my dick."

The encouragement spurs her on and she is delivering a world-class display of cock-sucking skills. I pause for a second to enjoy the sensations that she is imparting to my penis. I involuntarily thrust my hips towards the source of my pleasure. I focus back on what I am doing, which is giving Katie's pussy the love and attention that she deserves using my mouth. I kiss, lick, suck, and finger Katie's peach. Her hungry cunt becomes a swamp. I try my best to consume the moisture that she is producing, lapping at it like a parched dog.

Our lust grows into a blazing inferno that consumes both of our realities. We are each other's vessel for pleasure, while not in a hurry, our focus is each other's sexual gratification, nothing else matters.

"Fuck me, Jack. Plant that big fucker in my hungry cunt!" she growls.

"On the couch, now! Knees on the seat."

She scrambles off me and onto the couch. Her knees on the seat and her ass sticking out over the edge. She leans her upper body off the back with her breasts mashed against the back of the couch. I stand behind her and drag my throbbing rock-hard cock against her inner lips. As soon as I feel the entrance, I push against her and bury myself balls deep in one motion.

"Oh, God!" she gasps. "Oh, Jack! God that feels good."

"You should feel it from this side!"

I grab her hips and plow her like a farmer in springtime. I drive myself into her like a jackhammer. Even with the air conditioning running full blast, I am starting to sweat. I can see sweat working on Katie, as well; tiny rivulets cascading down her back and into the crack of her ass. Sweat drops from my brow are falling on her ass cheeks. Her ass cheeks are rippling from the repeated violent collisions with my hips. Her sweaty breasts are making slapping noises against the Naugahyde covered couch, as I drive into her body. She is so wet that her pussy is making squishy sounds as I plummet into her love box.

She shudders and shakes, as her orgasm begins to overtake her body.

"So close, baby. Oh God! Don't stop. Keep pounding me!"

I couldn't stop, even with a gun to my head. My orgasm is looming barely under the surface, getting closer and closer to a mind-shattering volcanic release. Katie screams her delight, simultaneously experiencing a body-shaking convulsion. This is enough of a stimulus to set off my orgasm. I hold Katie's hips tightly against mine, and thrust into her depths, holding myself there feeling the rapture of my release. Uncontrolled thrusts accompany the ejection of my seed. I growl like a lion protecting his pride. My body is shaking as my climax deepens, I hold on to her hips for dear life. Our sweaty bodies collapse on the couch and floor.

As soon as I catch my breath, while still panting, I gasp, "Oh my God! What was that?"

"That, my loving boyfriend, was phase one of an epic apartment initiation! One down and four more to go."

"Jesus, I don't have four more in me like that."

"We can finish this tomorrow. That is, IF we must wait that long."

"You know, IF you kill me before we get married, there isn't any insurance money."

"I don't want your stinking money. I want you and that magnificent dick."

She rolls off the couch and gets herself another glass of wine, bringing me a bottle of water. I twist off the cap and down about half the bottle in one pull.

"You might consider drinking some water. I wouldn't want you to cramp up in the middle of an orgasm."

I notice evidence of round one trickling down her inner thighs.

"Do you want to go clean up before round two?"

"I am good either way. We can go initiate the bathroom or do another room and then go clean up. Let's do the kitchen, then go clean up."

Katie walks into the kitchen with a devilish gleam in her eyes. She opens a cabinet and removes a jar of something, setting it on the counter. She walks into the living room and retrieves a cushion from the couch taking it into the kitchen.

"Oh, lover, your presence is requested in the kitchen."

I get up and walk into the kitchen amazed at what I see. Katie is kneeling on the couch cushion, a jar of coconut oil sitting on the floor beside her. Her face and shoulders on the floor with her ass sticking up in the air. Her legs are spread, and our love juices from round one, are cascading out of her abused pussy and down her thighs. I am instantly hard, and as I get into position, my granite salami throbs with the anticipation of being buried in my lover's body again. I dip two fingers in the coconut oil and smear it on and around her flexing star.

She wiggles her hips, as I force the coconut oil into her rectum, first with one finger and then with two. I continue to prepare her anus for an impending assault. She moans as I stretch her sphincter, readying it for my purple-hooded invader. I oil up a third finger and work it into her backdoor orifice. She continues to moan and groan in pain pleasure.

"I think you are ready," I state.

"I am ready. I hope my rectum is."

"I'll be gentle, baby."

I oil up my dick, making it as slippery as coconut oil can. I remove my fingers and put the head at the star and slowly, but with steady pressure, force the head into her. Her fingertips tell me to pause, and then her nod tells me to continue. It takes a couple of minutes of agonizingly slow penetration until my hips are against her butt cheeks. Katie feels my nuts grazing her pussy lips.

"OK, daddy. Gentle, at least, to start."

"Absolutely, my queen."

I am so hard I can drive nails. I start slow and short, only a couple of inches in and out. I keep adding oil to the top of my dick and against her star, letting it melt to lube our juncture. After a couple of minutes, I can feel her relax and she moans.

"Give me some more, baby."

I reach around and massage her clit. She starts to move her body and pushes her hips back at mine. I pick up the pace slowly and increase the speed and depth of stroke. She is moving in time with my strokes. I adjust and match her intensity. It isn't long before we are working each other over with gusto. I grab her hips and start to pummel her rectum, while she takes over strumming her clit. She is working herself up to a highly charged level of excitement. The muscles in her body start to quiver and I see some tremors starting in her muscles.

She screams, "I'm coming!" and then erupts. Katie sprays like a broken water fountain. My nutsack deflects the stream and it soaks her, me, the couch cushion, and the kitchen floor. I hold her tightly against me and unload my pent-up climax into her bowels. My cock throbs inside her, as my cream is deposited one spurt at a time. When the fury of my climax subsides, I release my grip on her hips and she collapses on the cushion and kitchen floor, leaving my oily, spent cock gently pulsing in the air.

"Oh God!" she moans. "I am going to feel that one tomorrow!"

I place kisses down her spine and playfully nip her butt cheek. She rolls over on her back, smiling at me. I squirm between her legs and prop myself on my elbows. I kiss her lips and her face, trying to make my way down to her breasts. I kiss my way back up to her face and we make out some more.

"I think I am ready to clean up now," she whispers.

"After we shower, we need to clean up this mess. Good sex is sometimes messy."

"It certainly was in this instance, but well worth it, in my opinion."

"Have I told you today that I love you?"

"If you did, I missed it."

"I apologize for not making it more of a point. Katie Simmons, I love you."

"I love you, Jack Johnson. Let's go shower."

I get up and help Katie to her feet. There is a pool of our juices on the cushion, thank God the Naugahyde is in good condition. We walk into the bathroom and into the shower. This shower is nowhere near as spacious as the shower that we shared at my mom's house. We are confined into cleaning each other with the possibility of some kissing and hugging. So, we shower and help each other dry off. I pick her up and set her sweet ass on the bathroom vanity. I kneel and spread her thighs, allowing my head room to enjoy her lovely thighs and juicy peach.

Katie looks down and smiles. She is ready and is back to being her wet-and-ready self in no time. Her fingers tangle in my wet hair and she pulls me towards the source of her essence, burying my face in juicy twat. She drapes her legs over my shoulders. Her moans echo in the bathroom and her climb up the orgasm mountain has started. It is not long before she has a small orgasm. I stop her oral pleasure and stand to rub my aching cock against her slit, her body shudders when the glans contacts her clit.

She is eager for our coupling, as she uses both hands to align our sexes. She deftly uses her fingers to guide the head into the proper position, while I thrust to enter her. She moves her hips to get comfortable and places her arms around my neck. I grab her butt cheeks and slowly bury myself, as I slide in, we both take pleasure in the sensations of our sexes joining together.

"Oh, Jack. I could do this all night."

I quickly realize that I am going to have to take it slow; nice and easy. With Katie's pussy at the edge of the counter, my scrotum contacts the counter when I am buried balls deep in my girlfriend. The only other way to make love to her in this position is to short-stroke her to protect the jewels. I'll try the Barry White-make-love-all-night, nice-and-easy approach and see where that takes us. I give Katie's love cave slow, full-length strokes even so far as popping the head of my cock in and out of her entrance on occasion, just so we get to enjoy the pleasure of re-entry.

We kiss, cuddle, and caress each other's body. I fondle Katie's breasts making her nipples hard as pebbles. I kiss, suck, nibble, and blow on them repeatedly, making them even harder and stiffer. I pinch and bite them, making her moan, expressing her pain and pleasure. Her body gives a little shudder from time to time, and each time, she whines when she realizes that the orgasmic tremor is not the earth-shaker that she deeply desires.

"Oh, Jack! This is sooo good, baby. Fuck me all night. This is just right. What I want. What I neeeeeed!" While she moans through another mini-orgasmic tremble.

The shaking of her body lasts a little longer each time, and the amount of time between spasms becomes shorter and shorter. If this keeps up, she will be experiencing an almost continuous orgasm soon. The next cycle, I pull all the way out and plunge immediately back into her. Her feet shoot off the edge of the counter and wrap around my waist. She pulls me all the way into her with her feet and legs, making me wince as my nuts contact the countertop harder than I want. Katie embraces me and holds her body tightly against mine. I feel her shake a little harder and a little longer. She clutches our bodies hard against each other.

She groans, "Oh, God, your dick is magic, baby. Please don't stop."

I growl, "I have no intention of stopping, my love. Your pussy is working my cock into a frenzy. This slow, sensual pace lets me feel everything. Your mini-orgasms start in your pussy, go through your body, then finish in your pussy giving me double the pleasure. I love making love to you."

Katie relaxes her grip on my body with her legs and puts her feet back on the edge of the counter. Her arms are around me, keeping her knees spread open, which gives me total access to her. I continue with the long slow thrusts, and it isn't long before her mini-orgasms pick up where they left off. She starts to move her hips and slides them back and forth towards me. She bites her lower lip and whimpers each time she feels an orgasm coming on.

"Oh, Jack. Take me to bed and fuck me proper. This slow fucking is making me insane. I am ready for you to take me, please, baby."

I slide her off the edge of the counter and hold her tightly against me. I walk to the back bedroom; she bounces up and down slightly with each step. Our bed isn't as tall as my bed at home. I go grab the cushion from the kitchen floor and place it next to the bed. When I kneel on it, I am at the perfect height for Katie's pussy. I start out kneeling and continue to give her the long, slow, lovemaking like she was getting in the bathroom. It takes a few minutes before the mini-orgasms start again.

"Oh, Jack. Give me more, baby. I've got a big orgasm hiding and I need more to bring it out."

I grab her ankles and move her legs into a giant 'V'. I slide my hands slowly down the 'V' caressing her lower legs and moving at a glacial pace down her thighs. The smile on her face grows, the closer I get to her crotch. My thumbs meet at her clitoral hood, and I start to massage the area, giving her a more intense level of stimulation. Her hands shoot to the bedsheets, and she clutches them in her clenched fists. Her hips start to undulate. She bites her lower lip and sucks air through her clenched teeth. I pick up the pace and start to drive my hips into her ass cheeks. The slap-slap-slap of our bodies colliding, along with her mews, moans, and groans are the only sounds in the bedroom.