This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last.
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The bliss went on for weeks as Larissa reveled in her erotic relationship with Turner. Despite the 14 year gap in their ages and his profession as a lawyer, he was an attentive lover who stunned her with his single-minded devotion to her pleasure, especially to cunnilingus. She guessed that now, as the senior partner of the firm, he had plenty of time to spend with her and the money for their extravagant lifestyle! Judy's boyfriend, the associate, would be doing all the hard work. They were off to charity balls and long weekends, exotic vacations, and languid afternoons by the pool at his elegant house, afternoons that always ended in her being ravished!
Turner spent hours in her pussy, licking, sucking, tweaking, fingering, and when it was over, and she was exhausted from multiple orgasms, he would give her the grand fuck and they would fall asleep. This description does not do their sexuality justice. They did it over and over, every day they could, with a thousand subtle variations in stroke and response. He made her squirm, he made her come, he made her squirt, and he asked so little for himself! Just a deep penetration and to fill her with his seed at the end of an evening of oral pleasure.
One early morning, she awoke after a long session of having her pussy repeatedly licked, tickled, and fondled. Turner was sleeping beside her, his mature manly chest bare and rising and falling with his breaths. Sleepy, bleary eyed, and weak in her legs from all those orgasms, Larissa stood up and made her way unsteadily down the upstairs hallway, thirsty, on her way to get a glass of orange juice.
There was a full moon and light was streaming through the skylight. She paused for a moment to look at his erotic etchings and photographs, on the wall just inside his bedroom. The light was different and something caught her eye -- a glint on a metal object next to where a woman was sitting, masturbating, in the picture. In this light, something in the photo suddenly looked familiar. She looked at the other photographs. Several of them had a gleaming image in the background that she now recognized. The little pewter figurine by his bedside table!
Her brain cleared suddenly as she processed this alarming idea. Turner had sexually explicit pictures of women before their relationship! Did he do it in this house? Who were the subjects in the photographs? Had he taken the pictures? Was the model for the pewter figurine a real woman, someone Turner had had sex with? Well, part of her said, so what? You didn't know him then. And another part of her said, he's softening you up to take pictures of you, too! Do you think there might be hidden cameras?
Come to think of it, why would any man spend seven months giving oral sex to a woman who wasn't that pretty (she thought that way about herself) and want so little in return?
Omigod! Larissa shivered. Maybe this man has spent the last seven months licking my pussy for a reason! Maybe he wants to make me dependent on him, like one of those slaves you see in nasty websites on-line! Maybe he's going to take pictures of me like the one of that girl masturbating, on the far right, and blackmail me! Maybe he's going to pimp me out to his friends, like they do in the on-line porn stories! Maybe this relationship is sick!
Stumbling downstairs, in a tizzy from her anxiety, she went to the frig and opened the door. The bright light cast shadows from her bare breasts on the wall. She got her drink. It calmed her down. You're spooking yourself, she said. He just has an unusual taste in sex for a man. It's just a quirk that you can live with -- heck, you love it! Relax -- everything's fine.
Larissa padded back toward the stairs when she noticed that Turner's study door was open. Turner had a miniature law office in his study, with many books and everything he needed to work from home. The door was usually closed. She had never been in that room before. She had only seen it through the big bay window in the back of the house.
She listened to see if he was coming down the stairs. Silence.
Quietly she stepped inside. She could see that those same windows gave him an almost complete view of the pool and his back lawn. They let the moonlight stream in. Standing in front of his chair, she looked at his desk -- impressive, but nothing special about Turner the man. As she rounded the desk to leave, her naked hip brushed against a manila folder, which fell on the floor. Flustered by the noise (it really wasn't loud enough to hear upstairs), she paused for a minute to hear if Turner was stirring and then picked it up. A piece of paper fell out.
A vivid color picture of Larissa's naked pussy! It was the photocopy she had taken so reluctantly nine months before, after the office party, just to shut Judy up! What was it doing in Turner's home office? How long had he had it? Had Turner seen before they started having sex? Had he seen it before they even met? What did it mean? What was going on?
Now afraid that Turner would find her in his study and get angry, Larissa replaced the folder, went out the door and sat for a moment in the living room. If anyone had been outside, looking in, they would have seen a naked, slender, brown-haired woman with a pained expression and a very prominent mound, trying to make sense out of it all.
The next morning, a Saturday, she put a fake smile on her face, acted as if nothing were wrong, and left for a trip home to visit her family. She grew up and they still lived in a college town upstate and this was her first trip back since she met Turner. She had asked him to come with her but he had a big case coming to trial out of town. It would keep him away all the following week and he had to prepare for it this weekend, so she went alone. She was glad it worked out that way.
During the long drive, she kept thinking about Turner, what were his real intentions, why women who were photographed nude and in compromising positions adorned his house, what was the meaning of the pewter figurine, and why he had spent over half a year taking every opportunity to put his mouth on and his tongue in her sex. And above all, how did he ever get the picture of her pussy and did he have it before he even met her? It had to come from Judy, that was obvious! Why???
It was nice seeing her mom and dad, and even her older sister, Laquine, who came over for a visit. Laquine was the pretty one that boys always went after. She was also older and never wanted her little sister Larissa tagging along. They were always fighting when Larissa was growing up but now Larissa felt that as an adult she could finally talk to Laquine as an equal. They could have a new, mature relationship. Her sister was generally pretty level headed in most ways so maybe Larissa could even ask her for advice on this mystery.
Testing the water, during their heart-to-heart conversation Larissa casually brought up that her boyfriend liked oral sex. Depending on Laquine's reaction, if it went well she would tell her more and have a woman-to-woman discussion about the situation.
"Ew!" spat Laquine. "Gross! I'd never let a man go down on me -- that's dirty. And on you! You with that big hairy ugly pussy between your legs! That's disgusting! And I'll bet he sucks on your little, inadequate tits, too." Well, she wasn't going to get much help after all from her dear sweet sister, Larissa concluded. (Her sister didn't know that Larissa had been shaving her pussy for years and Larissa decided it wasn't worth telling her. "By the way, you're dressed like a whore," Laquine added. "You're going to the devil, you know!"
Since becoming more openly sensual, Larissa had dressed in more revealing clothes, it is true, and she had mostly stopped wearing panties and bras, but she was not dressed especially provocatively just then. She had on khaki shorts (baggy so they would not form a cameltoe in her crotch) that showed her long, white skinny legs and the loose purple tank top she drove up in, same outfit she'd been wearing around the house since she was 18 and only her tits were bigger.
When she was alone at her parent's place, after her sister went home, Larissa called Judy, back in the city, on her cell. Larissa hadn't talked to her in a while. Judy had been fired from the bond company in the late spring and was living with her lawyer boyfriend, Frank, who had been an associate in Turner's firm. Frank had been made partner in the firm about four months after Larissa had started seeing Turner, so there were no financial worries anymore about Judy being out of a job.
Judy was evasive. "I don't know anything about a photocopy!"