LUCA'S LONG WEEKEND (1 of 7)
by Alex S. Sexton
The Luca series are based on some true incidents, but names and places
have been changed to protect the not so innocent. For those of you who
find the early parts tame I can pledge that the series will heat up. Among
topics are autoerotica, male-female, female-female, group, mild
non-consensual, and inanimate objects. The events took place over two
decades ago in a time before the scourge of AIDS and the mortal need to
practice safe sex. Additionally, drug use is described, but before I am
flamed for this I would like to point out the setting is an enlightened
foreign land where such things are decriminalized. Any comments should be
addressed to me.
LUCA Chap. 6: A Welcome Return
Sunday morning.
Luca awoke listening to "Sunday Morning." Nico's voice was tinny from
the small speakers of the junior boom box. As the song faded Luca rubbed
the sleep from her eyes and opened them. The bedroom was in a state of
confusion. Sheets had been peeled from the mattress, pillows and clothes
littered the floor. Luca felt this vague ache between her legs that was at
once a dull bruise and a zone of unrequited emptiness. She couldn't quite
recall all that happened the night before. After the exploration of
Karol's finds from the market, the two of them had dined and immediately
returned to bed. It had been a night of exploration, of finding the right
buttons on each other's bodies and psyches, and then pressing them. Luca
could recall waking of the most tumultuous climax to find Karol's head once
again between her legs and Karol's tongue licking. Luca could not recall
if that happened the once, or if she had dreamed the second time.
"Breakfast is almost ready." Karol popped her head in the doorway of the
bedroom. Luca righted herself from the bed and sat on it. Karol walked
past the doorjamb, naked, back to the kitchen. Luca dressed herself
lightly, but before she aroused enough energy to emerge from the room Karol
entered bearing a plate with an omelets, bread and tomatoes and half of a
grapefruit.
"You need to eat, Luca," Karol said, plopping her rump on the bed beside
Luca, "and keep up your strength."
Luca looked at the generous portion of food and wondered where Karol got
the energy to be so active, both in bed and out of it. Luca played with
her food as she ate it in morsels. Karol started dressing, bending over to
pick up her discarded clothes from the floor.
"What time do you expect him?" Karol asked, clasping her bra around her
waist before lacing the straps through her arms. All of sudden Luca
realized that today was the day that Remo returned. It had been two
months. Mainly two months of yearning, but with the last three days full of
distractions. Mostly distractions centered on Karol and her sexual
precociousness. First the raping of the teenage Angel, then sex
with Karol herself, and more sex with Karol, plus the interlude on Friday
night with the Swiss Oscar. And now Remo was coming back.
"I guess he'll be here around three or four."
"Well, I'm going to leave you two alone tonight. But I do what to meet
him tomorrow, OK?"
"Sure." Luca wondered about Remo meeting Karol, how he would react to
her blatant desires let alone the things Karol had introduced Luca to.
"I've got to go to Mass. But if you don't see me on the beach bring
your guy by the cabin in the morning."
And with that Karol left.
Luca waited at the train station. She knew what time Remo would be
arriving in the city where she normally lived and felt sure he would just
transfer trains and come down the coast to S-----. As she had hoped he
came on the second train. The whole time she was sitting on the track side
bench Luca felt giddy. It was in part her expectations of reuniting with
Remo, but also from a sense of guilt of her infidelity just this weekend.
Not that they had ever sworn faithfulness or anything, but just a few hours
ago she had her head buried between Karol's legs in an intense 69 as the
sun rose. Nevertheless Luca felt elated when she saw Remo and rushed to
embrace as he climbed down from the train. He'd cut his hair short, but
other than that he was just the same. They walked through the narrow
cobblestone streets to the apartment Luca had borrowed from a friend for
the weekend, each of them carrying one of Remo's shoulder bags. Though he
had been traveling for nearly twenty-four hours Remo was elated to be back
and on a high from the journey, and chattered endlessly.
Back at the apartment Remo unpacked some presents he brought for Luca, a
pair of silver earrings, some wild T-shirts, and some rough silk Indian
scarves. Luca hadn't found the opportunity to tell him what had happened
so far this weekend, but when they moved to the bedroom she really had no
choice.
"It smells of sex in here," observed Remo
Even Luca was aware of how the exertions of the past two nights emanated
from the walls of the room and the bed. She had tried to air out the room
and changed the sheets, but her coupling with Oscar and her multiple
intercourse with Karol lingered. So Luca explained everything [well almost
everything, I didn't find out about the to the teenager and the
vegetables till later]. Remo was sort of amazed. Luca felt he was a
little displeased about the tryst with Oscar, but fascinated by Karol and
the description of her with Oscar and Daniel, and her explorations of or
with Luca. Remo had his own confessions to make and recounted the liaisons
he had out of the country.*
Having cleared her conscience with her confession, Luca now felt a need
to perform an act of redemption. She unbuttoned the top of Remo's jeans
and pulled down the zipper. Remo lifted his butt of the bed when Luca
pulled down the pants. She knelt on the cool tile floor and rested her
head on his thigh. His cock was just a little hard. She blew her warm
breath over the Vienna sausage, and watched it perk. She held the tip of
in her mouth and began to roll her tongue around the pisshole. Her lips
held the growing cylinder of meat in her mouth very tightly so the foreskin
could not unsheathe the whole head of Remo's cock as he hardened. She
could see the skin of the remainder of his prick tighten, and by pulling up
at the foreskin his normally tight balls were held even more tightly to the
base of the prick. She knew this was causing some discomfort, but that he
also liked it. His hands stroked her scalp lovingly.
After a few moments she opened her mouth. Immediately the foreskin
plopped back and exposed the dark mushroom cockhead. Taking a breath, she
impaled her mouth on the whole hard length, feeling the head pass through
her gullet into her throat. With her tongue she stroked the underside of
the prick toward the base, letting her tongue out between her lower lip and
the round cock so that it could stroke her balls. She released a few
inches so that she could inhale and then begun hum while her tongue washed
her saliva over the whole piece of meat. Remo began to lift her hips to
fuck her mouth, and she eagerly responded. With one hand she began to
stroke herself, her wrist pressing against the inside of the waistband of
her shorts. Soon she felt his cock tense and a drop of precome mix with
her own mouth. She savored it. When his cockhead began to jerk in earnest
she released it from her mouth.
"Not yet," she said. "I want to really enjoy this."
Remo kicked off his pants and stripped his shirt, and lay on his back on
the bed. Luca quickly got her naked under the close scrutiny of Remo She
did so with deliberate slowness, knowing that he wanted her tight body and
the wait would just heighten his desire. When she walked toward him, he
could see her from the front for the first time.
"Wow. You've shaved," he commented, "it's like you're a little girl."
"Do you like little girls?" Luca asked as she climbed over him onto the
bed.
"I like you enough to eat."
Which is what she wanted to hear. She stood on her kneed and walked on
the mattress to each was pressing against his shoulders and looked down his
body. His hard cock was swaying with its head about an inch above his
belly button. She felt his hands on her hips pulling her down, and she
lowered herself onto his face. Remo's goatee brushed against her smooth
mons as his tongue began to probe the serrated lips of her crevice. Luca
widened her stance so the mouth of her pressed against his face. She
could here him and drinking the moisture that was draining from her
body. His whole breathing was from her, her emissions; each exhalation
blew his hot pants into her already heated vagina. His nose rubbed small
circles between her cheeks and over her asshole.
She noticed his hardness was ebbing so she leant forward, resting on one
hand and used the other to grasp his cockhead. The movement also drove her
crotch deeper into his face and made his tonguing more frenetic. Luca's
gushes became torrents, lathering the two-days stubble on his face.
Holding Remo's penis perpendicular to his body she began to nibble at the
glans, her sharp white teeth pinching at the taut skin and bulging veins.
His nose was now in her cunt, stroking her inner folds, while his tongues
brushed against her swollen clitoris. She began to quiver with urgency,
admiring the energetic desire he had to bring her off, so different from
the languid buildup that was Karol's style. She began to grind her slit up
and down on his face, wanting to be satisfied to satisfy him. His penis
left her mouth as she came, gasping, though she held it upright all the
while as she collapsed orgiastically next to him.
For about thirty seconds she just lay there until her panting abated.
Her hand flexed the hard muscle it still grasped. Luca had just come but
she felt empty and wanted that void filled. She straddled over him, her
back toward his face. Looking over shoulder she said, simply, "I'm going
to fuck you."
She placed the length of his hard cock further back, so it pointed
toward his feet and rubbed the opening of her against it. Her
fluids still flowed and soon his cock glistened from her wetness and his
public hair matted from her moisture too. Letting his penis stand upright
she lowered herself down half his length, and then rose till it almost
withdrew. Once she had judged the height of her movement she let his prick
free from her hand and began to move slowly up and down it. The hands
grasping her waist tried to speed her movement or make it deeper, but she
would have none of it. She knew by keeping his prick forward and moving
slowly she could keep him from coming through a mixture of the
uncomfortable angle and the unrequited anticipation. She began to feel
herself nearing some satisfaction and orgasmed as soon as her fingers
skipped across the swollen bud of her clit.
She took all of him, so that their pubic bones almost rubbed together.
Leaning forward she pulled his cock to an even more acute angle inside of.
Rather than fucking him, Luca just lifted and dropped her body, using her
whole torso and her clench to move from discomfort to near pain by
varying the angle she held his prick. It was numbing him. He gripped and
pulled back her shoulders so that her back was against her chest, and
started to fuck her quickly, with each thrust lifting both of their bodies
off the bed. As soon as he got into this more comfortable position she
felt the blood rush and inflate his penis, making it press against her
tight walls. His glans rubbed against her g-spot at the lowest point
of his thrust and she soon felt the tightness in her urinary tract. She
thought of the previous day when she and Karol had passed the cucumber back
and forth, and she tried to imitate the technique, the rippling of her
vagina over his penis. Remo gasped and his thrusts slowed.
"How do you do that?" he asked, but Luca left his question unanswered.
Instead she used these newfound muscles to massage his penis with her
cunt. The tension it produced heightened her own pleasure, and she knew
from the way Remo's nails were clawing at her skin that he was about to
come. Luca rippled faster along the length of his cock as he began to
thrust spasmodically, and she felt his first of come fire into her
cunt only to be diluted into the sea of her own arousal. His hands grasped
her tender small breast. His whole cock pounded her automatically as she
gripped and ungripped it with her cunt.
She lay there, her back on his chest, and felt him soften inside her.
She would flex her to arouse him a little, and then unclench his prick
and feel it shrink. Remo would kiss her occasionally. Finally his flaccid
clock dropped from her and she rolled over onto her stomach beside
him.
"Did you miss me?"
He pulled her toward himself and kissed her.
[End 6]
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