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Chapter Six


The night was sinking the day faster than Carl had earlier thought. Outside, there was not one single illumination from the twilight in the sky. The twilight was gone, and only car headlamps, streetlamps, porch lights, and other lights from high-rise buildings provided the illumination for the night.


Carl stood before his garage, trying to make up his mind. He had not been this unsure when he made a call to the hospital.

No, he had been certain that this was what he wanted:


getting the girl’s home address and surprising her with a visit. Different warnings rang in his head, but he did not pay attention to any of them. Among his college friends, when he was still close to some of them, they used to joke that going over to a love-interest’s house at night without calling the person was tantamount to committing suicide. People relaxed the way they deemed fit, and he was not the only person in this girl’s life. In fact, he was not even sure he was in the girl’s life. Was she his love interest? He had no idea. He was fucking confused. The only thing that he knew was that he wanted to get to the girl and speak to her.


“Hello, doctor,” a voice greeted.


Carl turned to see Mrs. Naismith standing close to him. He did not Mike the woman’s face, but he would be damned if he said the same thing about her body. She might be in her forties, but those tits and the hip curves belonged to a teenager. Carl concluded that the woman probably had some work done on her body because her breasts could not be standing that way if they were natural.


“Mrs. Naismith,” he said, nodding. “Didn’t know you were out here.”

“I was just passing by,” the woman said.


Her eyes were flirty. She made Carl think of cougars. She most certainly looked like one.


“Then I saw you staring at your garage doors. You’ve stood there for up for two minutes, you know?”

“I have?”

“Got something on your mind? Something you would love to share?”


She was indicating the entrance to his house. Again, his eyes went over her body. She wore a tiny crop top singlet that revealed her flat belly. There were abs on her stomach, which made Carl start to rethink his earlier stand that she did some work on her body. Maybe it was all work out. But he could not carry on thinking about her abs because his eyes traveled up to the twin molds on her chest. The nipples showed clearly through the clothing, and she shook her body as if she wanted them to bounce around. Carl felt like he was in some commercial about porn and quickly pulled his eyes away from her breasts.


“Do you like it?” she asked.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I have to go, Mrs. Naismith,” Carl said, stressing the title in her name as he hurried to his garage.

He was ashamed of himself. He could feel some stirring in his loins, and it disgusted him. What was he thinking?

He got into his car and started it, rolling it out and away from the garage. When he got out from the car, he saw Mrs. Naismith still standing there. She was looking at him. He thought he saw a wink, but he was not sure.

He hurried back to the garage doors and pulled them shut, then he turned back to his car. Mrs. Naismith was still standing there.


“You know, doctor, I’m always around, anytime. I would love to have a chat with you,” she said, then she turned and walked away.


He got back into the car and started down the road. Mrs. Naismith was a worthy distraction, but she quickly disappeared from his mind immediately he drove into the street. He was heading towards the address that he had gotten from the receptionist. The means of getting the address was unethical. His visit to the girl’s house was also unethical, but he could not stop himself.


In no time, he found himself in front of the house. It was a tenement building with apartments on every floor. He parked the car by the side of the road and quickly got out. He was moving fast now, afraid that he would get cold feet once he slowed down. He wanted to get this over with and be done with the burden that was pinning down his mind.


The lift, when he got into it was cold and impersonal, metal reflecting his image. His breath caught in his throat with his mind juggling thoughts.

When the lift opened to the first floor, he hesitated before he stepped out onto the hallway. Maybe he should not have come, he thought. The hallway was empty. He looked at his watch. The time was almost half past nine. Maybe she was an early sleeper, and it would save him and her a lot of trouble if he just turned around and headed home.

He decided not to. He was already here. Gingerly, he walked down the hallway, counting the numbers written atop the rooms, holding his breath and hoping he would not come to the right one so soon.

He did. Found himself staring at apartment 24. He stared at it for a while before he finally mustered the courage to knock on the door. He waited after the first knock, looking around the hallway again and wondering what in hell he was supposed to tell the girl if she pulled the door open. There was no response.

He took a deep breath and knocked again, this time louder. Still, there was no response. A sane person would take his leave now, but Carl did not think he was still sane. He knocked again, and when he heard the door opening, he wished he had just left.


Susan stood from the bed and watched Morrison. She was tired sometime ago, but not now.

She wanted it again. On the bed, Morrison had his eyes shut, covering himself with the blanket. She pulled the blanket off him and slipped downwards as she was not yet done with him.

Morrison sprang up. Susan stroked and sucked on his dick.


From the way she looked towards his face, he realized that she had called him to actually use him.

All his life, Morrison had used a lot of girls to satisfy his sexual longing, but none made him feel like he was onto a tigress. Her hand reached upward to grab his nipple. She was a sorceress even if that title was not inscribed on her forehead. Although he was tired, she stirred something in him.

Susan’s eyes were the valley of death, relentless pits that just kept digging themselves and swallowing him.

“How do you like being ridden?” she finally asked, done with playing around with his cock.

She began with a slow rhythm as if she was getting into the feel of things, then she started moving hard and fast. His groans mixed with her moans as they danced the age long song of pleasure. She leaned forward and on his body, moving only her hips this time, her breasts heavy upon his face. He breathed with difficulty.

Their nakedness poured into each other. He was the hard one, abs and muscles carved from rock. She was water, filling into every hollow, ever corner of him, and still fucking him real hard.


Feeling like he was close to the edge, and realizing he did not want to cum just yet, Morrison pulled himself up. The girl continued pounding. He rolled her over the table and had her beneath him, then he slipped out and went to work on her body, kissing her bosom and finding the pointy end, stretched taut with wanting. He kissed and sucked and bit it lightly. She exclaimed, her light, beautiful voice falling pleasantly on his ears, her hands gripping tightly to his head. They felt a connection brought about by longing and a need to fill something or have something filled inside of them. Susan was shivering with desires that were not yet satiated.


His lips went down towards her belly and tarried on her belly button. Her tummy was flat and heaving with excitement. When he finally came up and slipped into her again, they both sighed uniformly as if they had found home. Her hands were around his neck. He was the one with the smile now as his length filled every inch of the space inside her. He could feel her walls reaching out to grab him.


He began to move slowly, drawing moans from her. The girl sighed and mumbled his name like she had known him for long, like she was used to this age-long ritual dance of pleasure. Her moans filled the space. His grunts complemented them. Her waist moved in rhythm to his.


He started moving faster, lying on the table on top of her. As if he was not satisfied, he dragged both of her hands together and held them on top of her head, pinning them there. Now, she felt as hopeless as he had felt.

Still feeling the need to show her what he had, he bent towards her breasts and took her left nipple in his mouth. She moaned, but he was not satisfied with it, so he bit down on the nipple while he ran his tongue over it simultaneously. She exclaimed this time and tried to pull her hands free, but he held on tight.

They continued for about fifteen minutes before Susan left out a loud moan and shook violently. Then she came to rest. There was a smile on Morrison’s face as he continued pounding, feeling himself getting close to his own release.

The girl was building up again, struggling to free her hands. Once again, he clung to her nipples with his teeth, stimulating them with his tongue and touching her in different places simultaneously.


When she vibrated again, he did the same and slipped out of her. He rolled off the bed and went around to where she placed her head to push his dripping cock into her mouth. She welcomed it, sucking it till there was nothing left.

Then they were back to the bed. Someone knocked on the door.

Chapter Seven


Outside, Carl fidgeted as the door pulled open. Before him, there was a man, sweaty and smelling of sex. He stood there with a smile on his face, proud of his body as Carl’s eyes went over his broad chest.

“Hey, who are you?”

“Sorry, I’m Carl, I err… I think this is the wrong address,” Carl said, stumbling over his own words. “But I thought, I could have sworn…”


He was mumbling incoherently now.


“Who are you looking for?”

“Susan?”

“This is her apartment.”

“And you…you are here.”


The man watched the puzzle on Carl’s face as the latter’s eyebrows came together in thought. It was easy to know what had happened in the room.


“I will get her for you…”

“No, no. Don’t bother,” Carl said, and turned to walk towards the lift at the end of the hallway.

He could not get the thought out of his head: of this hefty person pinning Susan under him and pounding away. It made him angry. In the lift, he also noticed that it was giving him a hard-on.


Back at the door, Morrison shrugged and went back in. Susan was still lying on the bed, spent. He thought he got her this time. She would not wake him up in the night with her desires. He had ridden her rough, through and through. And what type of girl was she anyway? He owned her before and felt that was enough, but she had come for more.


“Who was that?” she said, turning around as he came onto the bed.

“One dude. Charles or something. I think it’s Carl.” “Carl?” Susan sprang up from where she was lying.

“Carl? Blue eyes?”

“I didn’t really…”

“Where is he?”

“He went back to the lift the way he had come. What’s with you and this guy anyway? He looks like a nerd.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“It’s my house, and I don’t want you to sleep over.”

“Are you going to push me out into the night, girl? Just like that?”

“Get out before I call the police.”

“Fuck girl, what’s come over you?”

“Just let me be!”



Carl drove to the park and killed the engine, then he got out from the car and sat on the park bench. There were many thoughts going on in his mind, thoughts that he did not want. But he could not stop them.

It was impossible to remove the image of the man pounding Susan from his head. The girl looked too innocent, too innocent to be with a man like that.

The biceps and the chest made Carl feel small. Maybe if he had started working out a long time ago, he would be the one looking like that.


“Fuck,” he said.


The warning signs were all there for him to see, but he did not. Night had come faster than usual, as if it was rushing the day along so he would change his mind and stay back at home. But he had not seen that. Even after knocking at the door twice, and there was no response, the stupid curiosity that often lead many men to ruins still would not let go of him. He had to knock a third time.


“Well, so much for feeling something,” he said and spat into the flower behind him.


The sound of the cars passing in front of him seemed to be coming from a distance. It was hard to see the pedestrians walking by and not believe that they were all laughing at him. He sighed.


Mrs. Naismith had tried to delay him, maybe trip him into another kind of temptation, so he would not bring himself out here this night, but his will was a stubborn thing.

Despite the hurt he felt, a hurt which hurt more because he was not supposed to be hurt in the first place, he could still see the image of his neighbor’s body. Maybe that was what he needed to get his mind off what he had experienced this night.

He would pin the woman under him and do with her as he pleased, he decided.


He got back into his car and drove hurriedly back to the neighborhood. He pulled his car into his driveway and quickly got out of the car. Without hesitation, he hurried across the road. If Mr. Naismith answered his knock and pulled open the door, he would find something to say.

What was it the woman said? You know, doctor, I’m always around, anytime. I would love to have a chat with you.

He got to the door and knocked on it. His eyes went to the luminous time piece on his wrist and he found it was almost eleven PM.


He was about to know again when the door opened. Mrs. Naismith stood at the door, a knowing smile on her face. She wore a robe that covered her body, but Carl could still see her tummy from memory.

“Can we have that chat now?” Carl asked.


The chat was exactly what Carl had expected it would be. It started with the cougar pulling her robe apart to reveal that she was naked inside. Then she went on her knees quickly while Carl stared, dumbfounded. Mr. Naismith was away on some business journey, and the wife was pretty sure he was cheating on her.


“Took you sometime, eh?” she asked.

Carl was not in the mood for too much talk. He grabbed the woman by her hair and pulled her over to a sofa, slamming her into it.

“Whoa, a beast,” Mrs. Naismith said. There was curiosity and fear in her voice.


Carl pulled off his pants and went towards her. He turned her around, so her backside was towards him and found the right hole on the first try. It was already wet. Mrs. Naismith moaned. She had a beautiful moaning voice, if there was anything like that, and Carl hardened more inside her. Carl pushed it all the way in, and Mrs. Naismith screamed. Carl chuckled. He might be small, but he had the dick of a horse. If that little girl, Susan, was blind to it all, well he was not.


He started pounding hard from behind, spanking her hard, and glorying in her moans. He imagined it was Susan with her curvy behind that was in front of him as he thrust, grabbing both sides of the woman’s hips with her hands.

The woman was a cacophony of noises. She was quivering and jerking as he fucked. It did not take up to a minute for him to feel her vibrating on his dick, grabbing onto the sofa as he continued slamming into her from behind.


The quaking soon stopped. But almost immediately, she started vibrating again. Carl felt his ego healing. He knew what he was capable of, and the woman he had pinned in front of him was all the answer that he needed.


He slipped out of her and turned her over on her back, then he slipped back into her. She could not even talk. Her eyes were glazed over; her body was still shaking, building up towards another climax. The shock on her face showed she had not expected something as intense as this.

When she climaxed for the umpteenth time, Carl slipped out of her. He sought her mouth and slipped his cock in, letting her suck him dry.

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