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Destiny (Part 2 of 2) (MF, cons, romance, slow)
Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain 

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Disclaimer: This story is a fiction.  It does not relate to 
any real incidences or real persons.  This work contains 
explicit descriptions of sexual activity.  Anyone who may 
be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law 
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Chapter 6 - New Date

It was only a couple months, but the weather, as well as 
scene on the street, were so different between April and 
February.  Temperature was now in the seventies instead of 
the thirties, branches of trees were now completely covered 
with green leaves.  

I pulled my car into the garage, got into the kitchen, 
dropped my briefcase on the floor, and opened the fridge 
thinking what to eat that evening.  I usually ate more on 
Fridays, but Linda had been complaining lately about me 
feeding her too much.  I decided salads and some rotini 
with sliced chicken might be a nice idea.

Linda came down from upstairs.  I glanced over.  She was 
apparently on her way out.  "Where are you going?"  I 
asked.

"I've got a date tonight," Linda said, "I'm not going to 
have dinner at home."

"A date," I echoed.  "Enjoy the date, Linda,"  I said.

"Thanks, Derek," she said, then smiled at me and went out.

Instead of rotini and salad, I had a couple of beer for 
dinner.  I wasn't hungry anyway.  I went for a walk after 
the dinner.  It would be relieving and refreshing.  However 
the weather seemed to be more irritating than comforting.  
I didn't feel relieved or refreshed.  I came back home 
feeling bad.  I went to do my readings and preparation for 
work.  I must be too tired, as I couldn't concentrate.  I 
went for another walk.  It was a even worse walk.  I came 
home depressed.  I turned on the TV and went through all 
the channels before I gave up.  I switched to stereo.  I 
went through all radio channels, they were all like animal 
channels.  I went through my compact-discs.  I never knew I 
had such lousy tastes for music, they were all noisy dins.  
I took a shower.  It was terrible, I couldn't even get my 
dick hard enough for a jerk-off.  I went to bed.

A while later I heard the door opened.  I knew Linda was 
back home.  It was the smartest decision I made that night 
-- going to bed in time.  In my present mood it didn't seem 
a nice situation to talk with Linda.  I glanced at my 
digital alarm clock, it was almost eleven;  Linda didn't 
have a long night out for a date.  I heard Linda went to 
use the bathroom and went back to her room.  I tried to 
sleep, I knew I was tired.  I fell asleep before dawn.

I woke up late on Saturday.  I knew Linda was already off 
to work.  I knew I could have some peaceful time to do some 
work or readings.  The reading got me bored before I even 
started, so was the work.  I went for a walk.  I broke my 
record, I went for walks twenty-three times in a day.  Too 
bad it wasn't the number I could count to before I would 
finish in any of my sexual intercourses.  I sat in the 
couch staring at the clock on the tea table.  It was almost 
six, as I suddenly realized.  Linda would be home anytime.  
I was thinking whether I should take another walk when she 
opened the door and came in.

Linda was a little surprised to see me in the family room 
doing nothing.  "What are you doing?"  She asked.

"Nothing, just taking a break from my reading,"  I said, 
keeping my eyes on the blank TV screen.

"Oh, okay," She said as she walked towards the stairs.

"Are you staying for dinner or going out?"  I asked when 
she came down a while later.

"I'm staying," Linda said.

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked.

Linda tilted her head.  "Let me see,"  she said as she went 
into the kitchen.  She opened the fridge door and checked 
the inventory.  "What about flounder?"

"Sure.  Can you get them to the countertop?  I'll be there 
in a minute."

"Let me fix the meal," Linda said.

"No, you don't know how to do it," I said, "let me do it."

Linda come out of the kitchen, stood in front of me, and 
said, "You told me how to do it when you did it last time; 
I think I have a clue.  After all, you look tired, and I 
want to have a chance to learn doing it.  I can't expect 
you to cook for me my entire life, can I?"

"I guess you're right," I said, "let me show you how."

Linda giggled.  "You're not going to show me how.  You're 
going to be the victim to try them out when they're done."

Linda looked at me eagerly when I put the first piece of 
flounder into my mouth.  "How's it?"  She asked.

"Too dry," I said, "and too salty."

Linda had a little pink on her face.  "Sorry, next time 
it'll be better."

"No next time," I said, "I'll do it next time."

"Yes, there will be next time, in fact all the time," Linda 
said, "I'm serious, Derek.  I want to learn, so you have to 
suffer.  Is it okay?"

"I guess so,"  I said slowly in a low voice.

Linda had a big smile.  "Why didn't you ask me how was my 
date last night?" she asked.

"How was your date last night?"  

Linda gave me a sly smile.  "It was okay, nothing special 
to report," she said.

I had wanted to have the meal finished peacefully, but 
Linda kept making me to ask stupid questions about her 
work, her school, and even her cat -- which she never had 
one.  I was getting annoyed by this girl.

"I'm going for a walk," I told Linda after I finished doing 
the dishes.

"Nice, I'll go with you.  Is that okay?"  

I hesitated for a moment.  "I want to take a walk alone; I 
haven't done it in a while.  I hope you don't mind," I 
said.

"Okay, Derek."

It was a very long walk.  I waited until I believed Linda 
would have gone to bed before getting back.  I could see 
from the outside that my house had no light on except in 
the kitchen.  "Nice time management," I told myself.  I 
opened the door and went into the kitchen.

Linda was there, dressed in her sleeping tee, and sat in 
the dining chair facing my direction.  Her feet were on the 
table, and a book was laying in her lap.  "Where have you 
been?" she asked, "I've been worrying."

"I took a long walk.  Sorry, Linda."  

"What went wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, don't worry."

"Yes, something's wrong.  Can you tell me?"

"No, nothing's wrong."

Linda got up from the chair, dropped her book on the table, 
and came over to me.  "Derek?"  She asked.

"Yeah?"

"How many family members do you have now?"

"None, why?"

"Who's your best friend?"

"Jack Lamont, why?"

"Where's he?"

"Chicago, why?"

"When was the last time you talked with him?"

"Last Christmas, why?"

"Okay,"  Linda said, looking straight into my eyes, "so I'm 
probably the person you see the most and also closest to 
you, right?"

"May be," I said, as I turned my eyes away from her.

"Well, Derek, you have something... some problems.  Even a 
dog can tell.  So why don't you tell me.  May be I can 
help?"  Linda shifted a little so she could looked into my 
eyes again.

"Really nothing, I'm honest."

Linda sighed, "Derek, I wished I had a rope here now.  I 
want to hang you until you admit it."  She raised her 
voice.  "No!  You're not honest!"

"I am."

"Then why don't you look at me?  No, no, no, don't look at 
my feet, look at my eyes,"  Linda said.

I turned around.  "I'm sorry, Linda.  I have to take a 
shower and then go to bed.  I'm tired,"  I said, and went 
up the stairs as Linda sighed behind me.

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Chapter 7 - Crossing the Line

I didn't know how long I had been in bed staring at the 
ceiling when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Derek?"  Linda asked softly from outside.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?" 

"What's wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

"Okay."

"You had a nightmare?"  I asked when I saw her standing at 
my door.  She looked very tensed.  My room oversaw a lamp 
post on the street so it wasn't as dark as in other rooms 
at the back of the house.

"Can I... come over?"  Linda asked in a tensed voice.

"Sure," I said and leaned towards the night table to turn 
on the lamp.

"Can you turn it off?"  Linda said as she raised a hand to 
shield her eyes from the sudden brightness from the lamp.  
She was standing next to my bed.

"Okay,"  I said, as I turned off the lamp, "What's the 
matter?"

"Derek, I have something to confess," Linda said, "Can I 
sit down?"

"Okay,"  I said, as I shifted to the edge of the bed, 
leaving most part of my bed to her.

Linda climbed into the bed and into the sheets, leaning 
against the headboard; she stayed at the other edge of the 
bed.  "I lied to you.  I'm sorry.  I faked the date," she 
said slowly, looking straight ahead.

"What?"

"There was no date; I didn't have a date last night; I made 
it up; I went to watch a movie by myself last night,"  
Linda said. 

"Why did you make it up?"

"Because..."  She said, then halted for a moment before she 
continued,  "Derek, I told you about my lie.  I'm being 
honest with you.  Will you be honest with me?"

"Sure."

"You weren't okay.  There's something wrong... or something 
bothering you.  Is that correct?" 

I hesitated for a little while.  "I'm fine, nothing's 
wrong, don't worry," I said.

Linda moved over to me.  She looked steadily into my eyes, 
and said, "Derek, look at my eyes."

I looked at her eyes.  Her eyes were twinkling.

"Derek, do you like me?"  Linda asked.

"Of course I like you.  You're a nice girl," I said.

"No, Derek, not that kind of 'like'.  Do you feel for me?"

I was stunned by this straightforward question.  "No,"  I 
replied promptly as I recovered.

"You're not looking at my eyes, Derek."

"Linda, why don't we talk tomorrow?  I'm tired, I'm sure 
you are too,"  I said.

There was a momentary silence between us.  "Derek, do you 
think it is wrong if you feel for me?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Because you're Brenda's daughter.  You're like my niece."

"Am I your niece?"

"No."

"So?"

"Linda, you're only twenty-two, I'm old enough to be your 
dad, and you're a student at my school." 

Linda smiled.  "Good, Derek, you're looking at my eyes 
now," she said, "And you're starting to get honest to 
yourself.  Derek, do you feel for me?"

"Linda, please don't talk about this kind of thing, okay?  
Please," I begged.

"Okay, Derek,"  She said.  I started to feel relieved.  
Then she continued.  "Tell me how you've been feeling last 
night and today, be honest, please?"

"I don't know."

"You know, you've been feeling bad.  Even a cat can tell.  
Am I right?"

After a lengthy struggle, I admitted, "Yes,"  

"Why did you feel bad?"

"I don't know."

"You felt bad because I went on date.  Am I right?"

"No, I felt good for you to go on date.  It's good for 
you," I said.

"Derek, you're not looking at my eyes again," she said.  
She held my cheek in her hands and made me look at her 
before she continued, "Tell the truth, okay?  Please!"

"Yes,"  I said, eventually, after like an eternity.

"You felt bad because I went on date, why?"

"I don't know."

"Really?"

"Really.  Now, please, no more interrogations, please!"

Linda thought for a moment.  She smiled.  "Okay, but just 
one more," she said, "and, this is an easy one:  Do you 
think I like you?  Not that kind of niece to uncle thing." 

"No, and you shouldn't."

"You're right, Derek,"  Linda said, smiling as I breathed 
in a big relief.  "I don't like you, Derek," Linda 
continued very slowly, "I'm in love with you."  She had a 
red face, which could be noticed easily even in the dim 
light from the street.

"What?  No, you can't, Linda.  You can't!"  

"Is it against the law?"

"No, no, but, but..."

Linda pressed her lips on mine before I could continue.  
She had very soft lips.  They were also like electrodes, 
spreading current to my whole body the moment they touched 
my lips.  I felt sore throughout.  It took me a while to 
realize what I was doing.  I was sucking on her lips, and 
my hands were caressing her back.  I almost jumped.

"Linda, we can't do this," I said, breathing heavily.

She was also breathing heavily.  "Yes we can, Derek, unless 
you don't like me," she whispered in my ear, and started 
moving her hand on my chest.  

I had a mixed feeling.  It felt extremely good.  Despite I 
had not had a woman's hand on my chest for ages, I could 
still tell it was a marvelous feeling, and a very 
distinctive one.  I also felt terrified, this was totally 
wrong; it had to be stopped.  I had to protest, and I did.  
I started groaning.

My protest amplified when Linda's finger sent a high 
voltage current into the tip of my dick through the fabric.  
I had no idea when I had started having a hard-on.  I 
groaned louder, I also yelled instinctively, "No!  Don't."

I objected, loudly, as she squeezed my dick gently, "No!  
Don't."

I demurred, screaming out, when she stroked my dick through 
the fabric, sending a thrill beyond my ability to stand it.  
"No!  Linda, Don't! Oh..."  

It was too late, I squirted in my underwear.  I gnawed my 
lip and breathed heavily as Linda stopped the teasing with 
her mouth gaped.  

Linda giggled.  "Looks like you haven't had much sensations 
for a very long time,"  She said, and smiled while running 
her finger softly on my limping tool through the fabric.  

I didn't know what to do.  My mind was blank.

Linda got out of the bed and went to my drawer chest.  She 
opened a drawer and got out a pair of clean underwear.  She 
came over to my bed, flipped the blanket off me, dropped 
the clean underwear beside my leg, and removed my stained 
underwear.  I felt sore while Linda was doing it.  I 
couldn't gather enough strength to stop her.  Linda wiped 
me with tissues from the night table and replaced my 
underwear.  She covered me with the blanket and came back 
into the bed from the other side.  She snuggled against me.

"So, do you feel better now?"  She asked, looking in my 
eyes.

"You shouldn't have done it, I'll go to jail."

"Why would you go to jail?  Did you rape me?"  Linda said, 
and smiled slyly at me.

"I'll go to hell."

"Screw hell.  Look at me, Derek.  Do you feel for me?"

"I do,"  I said after a moment of hesitation, looking at 
her.  The squirt I had in my underwear took all my 
defending willpower and pride away.  I was left hopelessly 
with nothing to shield my emotions.

Linda smiled.  Her smile grew bigger and sweeter.  She 
moved her lips towards mine.  I kissed her passionately; I 
sucked her lips and tongue fervently; I held her to me as 
closely as I could; I stroked her back vigorously.  It was 
a very, very long kiss.  "This can't be real," I told 
myself.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"  Linda asked after the kiss.

I didn't know if my eyes said yes, or my smile did.  I only 
knew Linda leaned her head on my shoulder and snuggled 
against me.  I had a warm and yet sore feeling.  My mind 
was still blank, but I also had a comfortable feeling 
inside, one which I couldn't figure out.  It was some 
feeling I rarely, if ever, had.  The moment I closed my 
eyes, I fell asleep.

I had a dream, a very sweet and very erotic dream.  I was 
making love to Linda in the dream.  It was the best sex I 
ever had.  It was a passionate and long-lasting one.  It 
was the best dream I ever had.  The feeling and sensation 
were more than real.  It couldn't be that great.  I opened 
my eyes.

I wasn't in a dream.  Linda was straddling atop me.  My 
cock was inside her.  It was already in the morning.  I 
could see every detail on her face.  She was smiling 
sweetly at me.  She was still wearing her sleeping tee, but 
I could see her breast waggled in her garment as she moved 
up and down.  I felt her massaging my dick with her warm 
and moist heavenly muscles.  Every single cell on the skin 
of my dick was sending joyful signals to my brain.

Linda bent down and kissed me, while pausing her hip 
movements.  Before I knew, I was sucking her tongue.  I was 
caressing her back.  My tongue was dancing with hers.  I 
lowered my hands to her ass and grabbed her, pulling her 
towards me.  My dick was sending blissful signals too fast 
for my brain to receive.  I knew this was wrong, but I 
couldn't help.

Linda broke the kiss and resumed her hip movements.  I 
groaned out loud.  I saw her smile turning into tight jaws 
while her head started to tilt backward.  She increased her 
speed on the ride.  I felt my cock thrusting deep into her 
pussy and all the way out.  I remembered I forgot to tell 
her something, but it was too late.

Before I could count to three, I was coming.  I 
involuntarily shoveled as deep as I could inside her, and 
exploded.  I felt limp all over.  I huffed and puffed 
noisily.  Linda smiled again.  She bent down again and 
massaged my lips with hers, and started to lick my lips, 
and then my face.

"I'm sorry, Linda,"  I said, the moment I could start 
talking.

Linda whispered softly in my ear, "Why sorry?"

"It's wrong."

"It's not wrong.  It's good.  You've fucked me.  I'm not 
your little girl anymore, I'm your woman now.  And, don't 
tell me you didn't like it."

I knew she was right.  It felt great, and I liked it, 
despite I couldn't control myself, as usual.  She wasn't my 
little girl anymore, although the new relationship didn't 
sound right to me.  I also knew she didn't have her part of 
ecstasy yet, no female had ever had that with me in an 
intercourse. 

"How long have you... have we been doing it?"  I asked.

"For a while," Linda said, smiling.

"How many strokes?"

"What?"

"How many strokes had I made it?"

Linda giggled.  "I didn't count, should I?" she said 
playfully.

"More than five?"  I asked.

"Of course,"  Linda said, still giggling, "Why?"

"Linda, I'm not the right one for you, believe me."

"Why do you think so?"

I looked away from her for a little while as I sighed.  "My 
best record was ten strokes, under all circumstances.  I 
had never brought joy to a woman when inside,"  I said 
slowly, "I'm a lousy lover and I'm very lousy in bed."

Linda looked like she couldn't stop giggling.  "Are you 
serious?" she asked.

"Very serious."

"Well, Derek, then you've broken your record by a huge 
margin.  It couldn't be ten, it had to be a lot more than 
that,"  Linda said, and blushed, "I was almost there.  
If... if you had shoveled a little more deeper when you 
came, or just one more thrust, I would have been there.  
And know what?"

"What?"

Linda closed her eyes momentarily with a smile, as if 
enjoying something great.  She opened her eyes again and 
said, "It still feels good to have you inside me now." 

I smiled back, there was nothing I could say.

"Was it the reason why things didn't work between mom and 
you?  The ten strokes thing?"  Linda asked with a naughty 
smile.

"My best record was eight with her.  I guess it's a reason, 
one of the reasons," I said.

Linda didn't say anything but came down on me.  Her breast 
pressed against my chest, and her face rubbing mine.  "I'm 
sorry about that, Derek," she whispered.

I didn't say anything.  I caressed her back and shoulder.

"I love you, Derek," Linda whispered.

"I love you, Linda," I said.

Linda raised her head in a jerk and looked at me.  She had 
a very contented smile on her face.  "Say it again?" she 
said.

"I love you, Linda," I said again, with a smile.

Linda kissed me passionately.  "Do you know this is better 
than any sex I ever had?"  She said and smiled at me after 
the kiss.

"Sex will pull us apart," I sighed.

"No, Derek.  First, you don't know your limit yet.  You 
were probably too young when you did it with mom, and she 
was young too.  Second, sex is not what drew me to you, 
it's your persistence in love, caring about me, and you 
yourself.  Furthermore, we won't know the answer if we 
never give it a try.  I can't guarantee anything, but give 
me a chance, and we may make anything happen."  

"You've been warned," I said, "Shit!"

"What?"

"Linda, go wash yourself now!  I didn't have condom on."

Linda giggled.  "I'm on pills," she said.

"You're on pills?  I thought you hadn't dated for more than 
a year."

"I hadn't dated.  I've been on pills waiting for this day 
to come."

"Oh!"

"Do you know how bad I felt when I knew I needed you, but 
couldn't have you?"

"No."

"It was very painful, it hurt very badly.  You'll have to 
compensate."

"How?"

"You'll be wasted.  You've been warned," Linda said, with a 
mischievous smile.

I laughed.  We held each other tightly for a long, long 
time.

"I'll use the bathroom first, then I'll make breakfast for 
you," Linda said.

"I'll do it."

"No, you don't.  From now on, I do all cooking.  You'll eat 
the food I make, no matter how terrible they are.  It's 
part of the compensation," She said, and giggled.

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"Why did you fake the date?"  I asked Linda while having 
breakfast.

There was a little pink on her face as she raise her head 
to look at me.  "It was a torture knowing I was in love 
with you and not sure how much you felt about me.  I was 
quite convinced you had some feeling on me, not that kind 
of fatherly love thing, but I wasn't entirely sure.  I 
figured if I made up something like that, you might tell me 
something, or showed something, or put a move on me," she 
said, smiling, "You showed it, although I knew you were 
trying very hard to hide it.  I'm sorry, Derek.  I could 
see you were hurt rather badly.  I should have simply told 
you the truth and let you... Damn, it wouldn't work.  I had 
to blow you to make you tell the truth."  She giggled.

I laughed with a little embarrassment.

"Derek, I had a long thought before I knocked on your door 
last night," she went on, "The age gap is nothing, and I'm 
an adult.  In about a month's time I'll be out of the 
campus, so the school isn't a problem as well.  I had 
thought of mom, and how she would feel."  Linda pointed her 
forefinger up, indicating heaven, and then continued, "I'm 
sure she'll endorse it.  She can't stay with you, in this 
world; who else will be better than her daughter?  Besides, 
who won't mind, and in fact, will love you, for loving my 
mom all your life?"

I couldn't come up with anything to dispute, although I was 
still rather uneasy about the fact and the development.

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"Derek, do you want to take me to the park?"  Linda asked, 
as I was gathering dishes to the sink.

"You're having your final exams soon, don't you need to 
study more?"

Linda came behind me, putting her hands on my shoulder, and 
asked softly, "Will you feel very uneasy if I ask you to 
hold my hands in the park?"

I thought for a moment.  "I think so," I said slowly.

Linda leaned her head on my back and said, "Derek, we can 
take time to see how things work out.  I want you to be 
happy.  I don't want you to do anything with me that you 
feel bad.  I know it's not easy for you; it's not easy for 
me either.  But I have confidence in you, and I know we'll 
be able to make it through one day."  She ran her fingers 
on my back. 

I rinsed the dishes, wiped them, and put them back to the 
cupboards.  I turned around, held her in my arms, and 
kissed her.

The phone rang.  I went for the phone reluctantly.  It was 
May, a classmate of Linda who I had seen in my house a few 
times.  I passed the phone to Linda.  "It's May," I said.

Linda talked for a while on the phone.  Then she covered 
the mouthpiece with one hand and asked me, "She wants to 
come over; she has some problems in a few topics.  Can 
she?" 

"Sure,"  I said.

I spent the day doing my works and readings, which I should 
have done the previous two days, in my den.  The girls were 
working on their problems in the kitchen.

I told the girls to move their stuff to the dining room 
while I made dinner.  We had dinner together.  I drove May 
back after the dinner, Linda on my side and May in the back 
of my car.

While driving back to my home, I said, "It really will be 
more convenient if you have your own car."

Linda glared at me, and said, "I told you I would be buying 
my own car.  If you want to spend money on me, buy me some 
sexy lingerie."  

I laughed.  "Not a bad idea, not bad at all," I said.

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Chapter 8 - We Made it

We got into the kitchen from the garage.  We kissed.

"Do you know what I want to do now?"  Linda said after the 
kiss.

"What do you want?"

"I want to suck your cock," Linda said softly, as she 
rubbed my bulge with her body.

I laughed with a dry mouth. 

She held my hand and led me back to my room.  She removed 
my clothes, teasing me here and there, and turned on the 
lamp on the night table.  She ran her fingers softly over 
my hard-on.  "You have a beautiful cock," she said.

"Thank you, this is the first time I hear a compliment 
about it,"  I said.

Linda smiled, stepped back a bit, and raised her arm, 
looking at me.

I went over, lifted her tee-shirt, and pulled it off her 
head.  I unclipped her bra while watching her watering 
eyes.  "You are beautiful," I said, adoring her as her bra 
dropped onto the carpet.

"Not as big as mom, I know, even when she was younger."

"No, but very beautiful.  I'm scared, I may explode the 
moment I touch them,"  I said, my mouth was dry.

Linda put my hands on her breast and smiled.  "You're not 
exploding yet," she said.  Gosh, her breast were firm, her 
skin was soft, her nipples were stiff.  It was nearly 
beyond what I could stand when touching her and playing 
with her nipples.

I ran my fingers down her body.  I unbuckled her belt and 
slowly pulled her jeans down her hip.  I removed the jeans 
from her feet and removed her last piece of obstacle 
slowly.  It was a very exotic thing doing it.  I was glad I 
didn't explode while doing it.

The moment I stood up, Linda wrapped around me and kissed 
me passionately.  I invaded her mouth fervently with my 
tongue, and caressed her satin-like skin enthusiastically.

Linda pushed me apart after the kiss, and made me lie in 
the bed.  She didn't suck my cock.  Instead she kissed me 
again, then ran her fingers, lips, and tongue all over my 
body.  It was a torture, one that I didn't know what else 
could be more enjoyable and unbearable at the same time.  
She started running her fingers on my cock, and played with 
my balls.  She kissed my cock, and licked all the way down.  
I had been gnashing.  I had to hold myself.  I held my 
breath.  She took my cock into her mouth.  She was killing 
me with the sensations I couldn't sustain.  I gnashed 
harder, I started to count as she moved up and down my 
cock.  I exploded in her mouth.  I was only up to five.

Linda continued sucking my shrinking cock for a while.  
Then she got up, smiled at me, and went out of the room, 
leaving me behind in my bed, blaming myself for my 
uselessness.  She came back a while later, with a towel and 
a bottle of baby oil in her hands.  She wiped me with the 
towel.

"How was it?"  She asked, sitting at my side and caressing 
my chest.

"It was great.  I'm sorry, I told you I can't last," I 
said.

Linda giggled.  "Did you count?"  she asked.

"Yes, I did.  Five."

Linda giggled again.  "You shouldn't have counted, silly.  
Next time, instead of counting, say 'I love you'.  It'll 
make you last longer and make me come faster.  Do you know 
that?"  She said, and winked.

"Okay."

"There's another thing."

"What's it?"

"Do you remember that time you gave me a foot massage?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Do you know you were very mean to me?"  She asked with a 
sly smile.

"No, were I?"

"I asked you to rub the back of my thigh.  You refused.  Do 
you know how bad I felt?  You're a pig!"  Linda said, 
making up a pout.

"I would have problem controlling myself if I had continued 
on to part three," I said.

"That was what I had wanted.  I was wet and you wouldn't 
touch me.  I had to finish myself in my room.  It was a big 
torture!"  Linda said, and poked me.

"It was a torture for me too.  You want me to do it now?"  
I said, as I glanced at the baby oil on the night table.

"Well, you have to pay for the interest.  So you're going 
to rub my back as well,"  Linda said.

"That can be done," I said.  I got up for the oil as she 
lay in the bed facing down, crossed her arms under her 
chin, and tilted her head to smile at me. 

I put some oil in my palms, and rubbed her gently.  Linda 
spread her legs slightly so I could covered more of her 
skin.  I went over her thigh for a while and moved up to 
her ass.  She started to hum.  I liked this job.  I went up 
to her back.  I did it until her hum sounded more like 
moan.  I rubbed her from her neck to her feet from behind.

"I love this.  Nobody ever did this to me.  It's 
marvelous,"  Linda said softly.

"I'm glad you enjoy it,"  I said as I wiped her oily skin 
with the damp towel.

Linda turned over.  I bent down to kiss her.  I ran my 
finger all over her body.  I kissed all over her body.  I 
loved hearing her moaning and feeling her shivering under 
me.  I loved smelling her arousing scent when I moved 
closer to her mound.   

Linda stopped me.  I raised my head to see her.  "Let's go 
for a shower first," she said, breathing heavily.

We got into the tub in the bathroom.  We cleaned each 
other, we kissed, and we rubbed against each other.  My 
cock was wet, hard, hot, and trying to find a way into her 
body while my hands were squeezing her ass.  Linda stopped 
me.  She went on her knees and took my cock into her mouth 
again.  She engulfed my cock with her lips and teased it 
with her tongue.  She teased my thigh, my balls, and my ass 
with her fingers.  My legs were swaying, my body was 
quivering, I groaned.  She started moving up and down my 
cock, slowly at first, then turned into faster motion.  

I kept yelling "I love you!  I love you!  I love you..." 
while supporting myself by stretching out my hands against 
the walls.

I didn't know how many love-declarations I had made, but I 
exploded in her mouth again.  I almost forced my cock deep 
into her throat when I did it.  I felt my whole body 
shaking.  Linda slowly let go of my softened cock.  She 
spewed out my leftovers and stood up.  She cleaned my cock 
and rinsed her mouth with water coming from the showerhead.

"Did you count?"  Linda asked with a smile.

"No, how many strokes?"  I asked.

Linda giggled.  "I didn't count either, who cares?"  She 
said.

I laughed.  She was right.

"Are you too tired to finish what you were doing in the 
bed?"  Linda asked with a sly smile.

"Never too tired for that,"  I said, as I wiped her with a 
bath towel.

I continued with my joyful work on Linda when we got back 
to the bed.  I fondled her; I teased her; I licked her; I 
sucked her; I invaded her tunnel with my finger and my 
tongue; I sucked her juice and her clit alternately.  Linda 
moaned, her body shivered, her legs quivered, her arms 
swayed on the sheet, her hands grasping the sheet, her 
groin jostled into my face.  She cried out loud while her 
entire body trembled.  She did it again, and again.  She 
fell flat into the bed, motionlessly, and breathing 
heavily.  

It took like a century before Linda could opened her eyes 
again, she was still panting.  "Damn, Derek, you do know 
how to kill a woman with joy," she said weakly, but smiling 
sweetly.

"That's the best of me," I said, "I'm very happy you feel 
good."

Linda closed her eyes again, with the smile still hanging 
on her face.  She reopened her eyes after a while, and 
asked,  "Do you feel erotic doing it?"  

"Very," I said.

"Then why don't you have a hard-on?"

"Because..."  I said, and halted.  I realized my cock was 
as hard as a rock.  "I'm hard,"  I pronounced.

Linda giggled.  "Then why aren't you making love to me?"  
She asked.

I smiled, and went on top of her.

"Do it tenderly," Linda said, looking into my eyes, and 
held my cock in her hand.

I nodded, and followed her guidance, into her womanhood.  
It was marvelous; the warmth, the softness, the dampness, 
and the pulsating touches of love, all made it heavenly.  I 
moved slowly inside her.

"Do you love me?"  Linda looked at my eyes, smiling, and 
asked softly.

"I do, I love you,"  I said, as I pushed slowly inside her.

"Then why aren't you saying it?" Linda said, while 
caressing my shoulder and raising her hip to meet my 
movement.

"I love you, Linda.  I love you, Linda..."  I kept on 
saying it, while moving inside her, "Oh... I love you.  Oh, 
oh, I love you.  Oh! I love... oh... you..."

"I love you, Derek.  I love you... Ah... yes... Deeper... 
Yes... Ah... I love... Ah... You... Yes! Harder...  I... 
Yes, Faster!  Ah..."  Linda mixed her moans with 
instructions, which drove me nuts.

My love-declarations were mixed with groans.  I groaned 
louder as I moved faster and went deeper inside her.  Her 
moan grew louder, her movements became more vigorous, and 
her heavenly tunnel became more tighter.  I could feel her 
pulsating deep inside.  I felt her trembling all over.  I 
heard her screaming.  I realized I made it, I could make a 
woman achieve ecstasy while fucking her.  I knew she was 
there, I could feel it.  The convulsions inside her came 
endlessly.  She was silent, and so was I.  Gnashing hard 
and holding my breath, I made my last thrust, slamming my 
pelvis hard on to hers, and exploded deep inside her.  I 
squirted and spurted again; I shot the biggest load I had 
in my entire life.  Although my balls were hurting from the 
repeated and extensive ejaculations, it was the best orgasm 
I ever had.  It was what orgasm was about.

All my energy was gone, and my hands failed to support 
myself anymore.  I collapsed onto Linda.  I felt her 
sweating and huffing.  I had some hard time breathing.  I 
almost passed out.  It took a while for me to gather a 
little strength to roll off her.  I lay flat, and so was 
Linda.

"And you said you were lousy in bed?"  Linda said after a 
long while, still breathing heavily.  

"I never knew I could make it.  It is the most splendid 
experience I ever have, it's beyond imagination," I panted.

Linda moved over and kissed me softly.  "Did you count?"  
she asked.

"No," I said.

"More than ten?"

"Hell of course," I said, "must be in thousands.  I'm 
totally wasted,"  I said.

Linda giggled.  "Derek, you know, how many strokes isn't a 
concern.  If you can make me come like what you just did, 
who cares about the number?"  She said.

I smiled.

"But,"  Linda continued, "you do have to make me come.  If 
you fail the first time, you have to make it the second 
time; if you can't, you don't get to sleep, until you can.  
Does this sound like a fair deal?"

"Very fair," I said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wake up!"  I patted Linda, who was sleeping sweetly in my 
bed.  It was a nice shiny morning in May, the day after the 
last day of exams at school.

"Ah," Linda moaned.

"I made you breakfast," I said, standing beside her.

"What?"  Linda rose from the bed. 

I smiled.

Linda glared at me.  "You didn't, did you?" she said, 
"That's my job, you know that," 

"No, but since you're up, why don't you go make breakfast 
now?"

Linda dropped back to the pillow.  "You're a pig," she 
mumbled.

"I'm hungry, so if you don't make me breakfast, I'm not 
taking you to picnic," I said.

"Picnic?"  She opened her eyes again, looking at me.

"It's such a nice day," I said, "do you think a picnic at 
Crystal Lake Park sounds like a nice idea?"

"Hmm, yeah it is," Linda said, as she looked lazily from 
the pillow out the window, "just give me a few more 
minutes," she said, and closed her eyes again.

"A few more minutes mean a couple hours," I said, "by then, 
it's probably too hot to walk along the lake hand in hand."

Linda got off the bed in a jolt.  "Hand in hand?" she 
asked, eyes widened.

I smiled.

"You aren't going to feel uneasy doing it in the public?"

"I don't know; may be, but I want to give it a try."

"Your breakfast will be ready in thirty seconds, mister,"  
Linda said, smiling pleasantly, then wrapped around me like 
an octopus kissing me madly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was standing in front of Brenda's gravestone, with Linda 
in my hand.  It's the day two years after the tragic 
accident.  We stood there in silence for a while.  Then I 
hunkered down and carefully placed the bouquet of white 
lilies in front of the stone.  "I love you, Brenda, I love 
you forever,"  I murmured, "I'll also love Linda until the 
world ends."

Linda knelt on a knee and put her bouquet of white rosemary 
beside the lilies.  "I love you, mom, I always,"  she 
murmured, "And don't worry about me, Derek will take care 
of me, forever.  He'll take care of both of us."  Sparkling 
reflections came from the diamond on the engagement ring on 
her finger as she caressed the gravestone.  I put the ring 
on for her a few weeks ago.


--- End ---

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bingain
June, 2002

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