JC: Ed Biggers
Part 6: Doyen
Chapter 09
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Stepping into the Druid College brought back memories of times 
spent with John. Ed paused, finding it hard to believe that only a 
month had passed since his husband had given up his life to 
sanctify the glade. He looked over at the large photograph of John 
hanging next to the entrance. It was a color picture that showed 
John standing along one of the paths into the woods near the 
school. In it, John looked regal wearing his robe and cloak as he 
held his staff. A tear slid down Ed's cheek as he looked at the 
picture of his husband.

Behind him, Betsy entered the building followed by her mother. 
She looked around the entry, excited to be back at the school. 
When she caught sight of her brothers and sister, she released a 
gleeful yell, ran over to greet them and bowled over her siblings in 
her excitement. Ling went over to help them get untangled. Kelly 
and Linda joined her thinking that the kids would be upset by 
Betsy's roughness, but the children had turned it into a wrestling 
match and tickle war. The kids were having fun even though it was 
three against one and the one was winning.

With an abruptness that was startling, Ed turned away from his 
family and marched out the door. Linda noticed and felt hurt that 
he hadn't greeted her. She went to follow him with the intention of 
yelling at him, but Kelly put a hand on her shoulder and said, "He's 
grieving for John. It's the first time that he's really had a chance to 
do that."

Linda looked at Kelly in surprise at the news. She thought that 
over the past thirty days that Ed would have had a chance to come 
to grips with John's death. She asked, "Really?"

"He's been busy with hiring new staff, filing taxes, working on 
wills, handling family business, taking over the Fusion Foundation, 
and following his businesses. In between all that, he's been helping 
us deal with our emotions," answered Kelly. She sighed as she 
thought about the strength that Ed brought to the family. John had 
been the fount of wisdom, but it was Ed's strength that always saw 
the family through trials and tribulations. She added, "Give him an 
hour alone."

"Where did he go?" asked Ling.

"I imagine that he went to the Carter Glade."

Trudging through snow, Ed approached the glade with a heavy 
heart, feeling for the first time the full impact of John's death. 
Upon reaching it, he looked around only to find it smaller than he 
had remembered. He knew that it was a hundred yards across, but 
it only looked about twenty-five yards across to him. There was no 
snow on the ground inside the circle that defined the site. 

Looking at the clearing reminded him of the day when John and he 
had cleared it of trees. That had been a grand day, the two men 
working side by side to clear the land. It was a nice crisp morning, 
perfect for hard work. They had cut the trees down using axes, 
with each man working on an individual tree. Once they had felled 
the first tree, other Druids came out to remove the branches and cut 
the trunks for use in making items within the College workshops. 

When the family had delivered lunch, they had eaten together 
sharing a communion with the outdoors. After lunch, a Druid had 
been injured and Kelly had healed him through her healing gift of 
sex. Ed had joked that she enjoyed her service to the Goddess too 
much at times and John had teased her about that for the rest of the 
day.

He stepped into the circle and looked around in surprise at the 
sudden increase in apparent size. Walking slowly, he moved to the 
center of the glade where he had last seen John. He knelt and 
looked up at the sky for a full minute. As his grief overwhelmed 
him, a sound of animal loss began in his belly and grew until it 
burst forth as an anguished as a primal scream that lasted for a full 
minute. Throughout the release of his anguish, he beat the ground 
with his fists. 

The sound reverberated within the glade, growing in strength, to 
echo his feelings of grief on behalf of all those who could not 
express theirs. He knew that he wasn't alone in the feelings he was 
experiencing, but he was alone in dealing with them.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "John! I miss you so much!"

Time passed slowly as his tears froze on his face. For the first time 
in his life, he wasn't aware of the cold. His grief consumed his 
entire attention. It felt to him as if the best part of him had died 
with John. After a while, Ed found that he was sitting on the 
ground staring into the distance.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present. Looking 
up, he found Leroy standing beside him. It never dawned on him 
that Leroy wasn't supposed to be there. Confused, he asked, 
"Leroy? Is that you Leroy?"

"It's me. I figured you could probably use a hand getting back into 
the groove of things around here," replied the black man with a 
smile that showed his white teeth. 

"Thank you for coming," said Ed as he continued to sit there 
feeling numb. It was hard to say if it was from his grief or from the 
cold. He wondered how long he had been sitting alone in the glade.

"What are husbands for?" asked Leroy kneeling down beside his 
husband. He put an arm around him and helped Ed stand. 

The hours in the cold weather had drawn all warmth from Ed's 
body. Once he started moving, his entire body started to tremble 
uncontrollably. His hands and feet were numb. It seemed as though 
he stumbled with every step that he took as Leroy led him back to 
the college. The trip to the glade had taken very little time, but the 
trip back seemed to be taking forever.

As they walked, Leroy asked, "You miss him, don't you?"

"Yes, more than anything. It seems that my life has lost its 
meaning," answered Ed while concentrating more on walking than 
on answering the question. 

"Why would it have lost its meaning?"

"Everything I did included John," answered Ed stumbling as his 
numb feet slid on the snowy ground.

Leroy disappeared, being replaced by a hairy figure that looked 
familiar. Ed stumbled and fell to the ground. The hairy figure 
lumbered off, leaving Ed lying where he had fallen. It was cold. 
His hands and feet felt like they solid blocks of ice. He wondered 
where he was, but his eyelids felt like lead and he couldn't open his 
eyes. An uncontrollable shiver went through his body. He was so 
cold.

"Were you trying to sacrifice yourself?" 

The voice sounded fuzzy, as though it came from a mile away. He 
didn't recognize the speaker. It was hard to tell if it was because he 
didn't know who it was or if his ears weren't working correctly. He 
wondered what happened to Leroy.

"You didn't need to do that," stated the voice.

Ed ignored the voice and thought about John. His husband was 
gone and would never return. The manner of John's departure from 
this earth was supernatural. It made Ed wonder if John walked with 
the Gods and Goddesses. 

"Ed, if you don't answer me soon I'm going to leave."

The voice sounded like John's, but it couldn’t have been since John 
was dead. Confused, he asked, "John, is that you?"

"Who did you think it was?"

"John, I've missed you so much," replied Ed. 

He tried to open his eyes so that he could look upon his husband 
once again, but his eyes wouldn't respond to his commands. 
Nothing about his body seemed to work. He wanted to move, but 
his body didn't respond. It was cold, so cold that it could freeze 
hell.

"I'm not gone from your life. I'm just not in your world anymore."

"What am I supposed to do?" asked Ed seeking guidance from the 
one man whose judgement he trusted above all others.

"Live. That is what the living do!"

It was as though a blast of hot air boiled through his body. Every 
corner of his body in which the cold had taken residence was 
warmed in a single instant. His eyes fluttered open. He was greeted 
with the sight of a very naked Kelly atop him. The sensations 
around his cock and the look on her face told him all that he 
needed to know. She was making love to him. 

He reached up and caressed her breasts. She lowered the upper half 
of her body so that it made full contact with his. His hips thrust up 
into her as his conscious mind transitioned from waking to making 
love. His orgasm came quickly, but he had no idea how long Kelly 
had been riding him. Her motions conveyed that she was coming 
as well.

Kelly calmed down and sat up while still impaled on his cock. 
With a worried look on her face, she asked, "What were you 
thinking of?"

"Huh?"

"You were half dead out there. If you had been out there another 
half an hour, you'd be dead," answered Kelly as her concern turned 
to a light anger. They had lost John and now Ed was trying to kill 
himself.

"What happened to Leroy?" asked Ed.

"Leroy? He's back in Arizona. You know that," answered Kelly.

"No, he was here helping me get back to the building," replied Ed 
confused.

"You were frozen solid in the snow. There was no one else," 
countered Kelly, "and if Fluffy hadn't found you, we'd still be 
looking for you."

"Leroy came out there and reminded me to come back. He helped 
me stand and walk back to the building. I don't remember much 
after taking a few steps," explained Ed. The sight of the hairy 
being lumbering away made him wonder if he had hallucinated 
Leroy in place of Fluffy.

"Leroy isn't here. You were out there alone."

"John was there," said Ed. 

Kelly, hearing what Ed was saying, looked down at her husband 
with tears in her eyes. She said, "Ed, you were delirious." 

"Live. That is what the living do!" The last thing that John had said 
to him out there echoed in his mind. He wondered if he had been 
living since John had passed to the other side. When he had made 
love to Kim, had he tasted the full flavor of the act? He tried to 
remember, but couldn't recall the degree to which he had been 
emotionally engaged with her.

Feeling weak, Ed said, "I'll be okay. I just need a little time to get 
back on my feet."

Kelly climbed off the infirmary bed knowing that he wouldn't lie to 
her. This entire episode had upset her and she didn't know what to 
do. His grief must have been far greater than she had realized if it 
had allowed him to almost die out in the cold. She had allowed him 
to go out there alone. She took his hand and kissed it.

"I'll let you sleep."

Ed answered, "Thanks."

Kelly left the infirmary, pausing once to look back at Ed. Her 
husband had already fallen asleep, but this was the rest of a man at 
peace and not the sleep of the dead. She frowned as she thought of 
her failure to support Ed and left to find the rest of the family. She 
needed to talk to the other two wives about this.

Ed woke feeling alert. Looking around, he recognized that he was 
in the infirmary. His stomach growled. Thinking about it, he 
realized that he hadn't eaten since leaving Arizona. He sat up and 
looked around for Laura. Despite the fact that it was an infirmary, 
this room had a very cheerful and upbeat atmosphere.

Hearing the noise from her patient, Laura glanced through the door 
and saw that he was awake at long last. She asked, "How are you 
feeling?"

"Fine, just very hungry," answered Ed as Laura approached the bed 
in the manner of medical professionals everywhere.

"You should be, it's been at least twenty four hours since you ate," 
commented the Druid as she proceeded to check his condition. 
Like everyone that Kelly had healed, he was in outstanding 
physical condition. 

"Is the dining room open?" asked Ed.

"Yes, but you can't leave here until I'm satisfied that you're all 
right. You almost died yesterday," answered Laura. 

His stomach growled in protest at being kept from going to eat. He 
yawned and stretched for a second before realizing that he had 
awakened without his normal morning grogginess. He wasn't going 
to question how he felt. 

"Well, I'm pretty hungry," replied Ed.

Shaking her head, Laura said, "I can't find anything wrong with 
you. Go and eat."

Ed dressed and left the infirmary heading straight for the first year 
dining room. He reached the dining room in record time and sat 
down at a table where he would be noticed. When the waitress 
came to the table, he said, "I'll have scrambled eggs, biscuits and 
gravy, and coffee."

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"Positive," replied Ed a little confused by the question. He looked 
up at the clock and realized that it was almost lunchtime. 
Shrugging off the time, he considered that in Arizona it would 
constitute a late breakfast.

Looking around the empty dining room, Ed knew that it would be 
filling up soon with students coming from their classes. The noise 
level would rise and there would be a number of minor arguments, 
but nothing compared to what there had been at the start of the 
school year. He smiled at his observations concerning the changes 
in the students that occurred over the course of the first year. It was 
proof to him that the college was serving its purpose.

The waitress brought over his breakfast and set it on the table in 
front of Ed. He had taken the time to watch her walk over. He put 
her age around forty-five or so. Like many of the people that 
worked with the first years, she had chosen to wear a minimum 
amount of clothes that were practical for her job. For the 
waitresses, this meant wearing an apron and a pair of support 
shoes. Her body showed the results of childbearing with stretch 
marks around her abdomen and breasts. She had varicose veins 
along her legs. It amazed him that she chose to bare herself around 
so many young people. 

As she turned to leave, he asked, "Do you like working here?"

Surprised by the question, the waitress turned and answered, "Yes, 
I do."

"I noticed that you have taken to wearing only an apron. The last 
time I saw you, you were fully dressed. I was curious why so many 
people from town that work here have taken to dressing down in a 
such a fashion," commented Ed.

"I can't speak for others, but I have observed that the longer the 
kids were unclothed around here the better people they became. 
After a month here, they stop complaining about every little thing. 
After two months, the number of arguments goes down. Around 
three months, they start becoming a little more helpful. I don't 
know if being naked has anything to do with it, but it seems to be a 
part of it to me. I just felt that I wanted to be a better person," 
replied the waitress looking away from Ed the entire time she 
spoke.

"Interesting," replied Ed as he considered her answer. Curious, he 
asked, "Is the town changing?"

"The town?" asked the waitress, turning to look at Ed with her eyes 
wide in surprise. 

"I was just wondering if the people that work here were changing 
things in town."

"I really haven't take the time to notice," replied the waitress. She 
was silent for a moment as she thought more about his question 
and then looked at the breakfast sitting in front of Ed. She said, 
"You better start to eat before your breakfast gets cold."

"Thanks," he answered, "I'd hate to eat cold gravy on my biscuits."

He watched the waitress leave and turned his attention to his food. 
The gravy was excellent, not greasy even though it was loaded 
with bits of sausage. The biscuits were moist and fresh despite the 
late hour. He poured a little of the gravy over the scrambled eggs 
and tasted them. It was hard to ruin scrambled eggs except by 
letting them sit under a heat lamp. 

Finishing his breakfast, Ed sat back and took a sip of his coffee. He 
had finished in time to watch the students arriving from classes for 
lunch. The noise level in the room rose commensurate with the 
number of people filing into the room. Serious discussions about 
the material covered in class were mixed in equal measure with 
lighthearted conversations among friends. 

He took a moment to examine the students. Their bodies looked 
healthy. Their skin had cleared up and practically glowed with 
health. They walked with grace and acted naturally. Admittedly, 
few of them would ever be held up as examples of beauty by a 
culture that valued thin women and hard-body men. However, 
there wasn't a single student with whom he would refuse an 
opportunity to have sex. 

His kids, with the exception of Betsy, entered the dining room and 
moved directly to his table. They moved towards him with a 
purpose and he was surprised to see the expressions of 
concentration on their faces. William reached the table first and sat 
down looking over the remains of the meal on the table. Raising an 
eyebrow, he asked, "You just woke?"

"Yes, I got up about half an hour ago," replied Ed surprised that his 
son hadn't predicted that he would sleep so late. Of course, the 
question could have been rhetorical.

Beth and John sat down at the two remaining chairs at the table. 
They had heard the exchange between William and Ed. Beth 
accused, "Our mothers were crying last night. You upset them."

"That was not my intention," responded Ed.

"That was the consequence," challenged John.

"And you think that I have been bad because I caused harm?" 
asked Ed.

"Yes," answered John and Beth together. Their answered 
contrasted with the negative answer of William.

Ed sat back and looked at the three kids. The realization that they 
were not as unified in their assessment of the situation caused 
some consternation among them. The children exchanged a series 
of looks as though arguing without words. Little John looked very 
irritated, Beth looked confused, and William sat immobile. 

Everything came to a halt when William said, "Daddy Ed was in 
pain and no one was there for him. We even walked away."

John and Beth sat there staring at William in shock, as the full 
import of his words became clear. For his part, William stood and 
left the table without saying another word. Ed watched him leave 
and then turned to watch the other two children. They were 
watching their brother walk away. The expressions on their faces 
reflected their dismay.

"Go to William. Let him know that I understand. There was no 
way for him to know how I felt."

With a sigh, Ed watched as Beth and John left the table. He would 
let the children work out a solution to the problem. He had not 
wanted to be faced with dealing with other people's problems yet. 
It was time to live. That was what John had told him he should be 
doing. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to decide what he 
would do next. Sighing, he stood up and muttered, "It's time to 
deal with the wives."

He went up to the apartment to find the rest of the family. 
Undoubtedly, they would be just as upset as the children had been; 
perhaps they were even more upset. He smiled to himself at the 
idea that his kids felt secure enough to question his actions. They 
had been right and wrong, just as his actions had been right and 
wrong. He hoped they would determine where they had been 
wrong, but he was going to make sure that they understood where 
they had been right. 

Entering the apartment, he found a very excited Betsy running to 
him. She launched herself at him. If he hadn't reacted quickly 
enough, he would have dropped her. Smiling as he hugged her, he 
spent the moment in the now and just enjoyed the feel of the 
bundle of energy in his arms. She squealed, "I was so worried 
about you. Are you okay now?"

"Yes, I am," answered Ed. 

"Good. I don't like to worry. I almost have to stay still when I 
worry."

Ed grinned at the most honest statement that he had heard in a long 
time. She had touched upon a great truth of life. He said, "I don't 
like to worry either. I'm sorry if I made you worry."

"That's okay," replied the little girl as she started to wiggle in order 
to get down. A minute hug lasted too long for the high-energy girl. 
Ed set her down on the floor and watched as she streaked out of the 
room, presumably on a mission to let his wives know that he was 
back. As large smile crossed his face as he watched the girl being 
true to her essential nature. She was energy and energy didn't take 
easily to being contained.

Linda came out of the back wearing blue jeans and a blue work 
shirt. She approached Ed walking with her hands held in her back 
pockets, palms facing out. Her posture emphasized her breasts by 
thrusting them forward. Her long black hair shone from the light 
reflecting off it. She stopped a distance away from Ed and, looking 
down at the floor, said, "Sorry."

"For what?"

"I was angry at you yesterday. You came here and didn't even 
acknowledge me," answered Linda. 

"It should be me apologizing to you," replied Ed as his stomach 
twisted. The words felt sour in his mouth even as he spoke them. 
He knew that he shouldn't apologize for being human and allowing 
himself to give voice to his grief. 

"No, we discussed what happened last night after the kids went to 
bed. All of us have been taking advantage of you. You're a lot 
stronger than any of us and we forgot that you might need some 
time to recover from all of the demands we place on you," 
countered Linda. 

Smiling, Ed said, "I'm feeling better now. Yesterday, I got a lot of 
the grief out of my system."

Linda shifted her weight onto her left leg and rolled her right foot 
so that the side of her foot was on the ground. The pose made her 
look more vulnerable. Ed found her vulnerability attractive. He 
wanted to go over to her and protect her, but recognized that she 
wanted to keep her distance for the moment.

Linda thought about the discussion last night. She had been 
expecting Ed to show up and take her to bed. Kelly and Ling had 
planned on making it a foursome, with Ed being the King Bee. No 
one had bothered to ask Ed what he had wanted or even considered 
that he might want something different.

The realization that all three of them were making demands upon 
him for attention had not been pleasant. The wives had talked on 
many occasions about how much Ed did for them without asking 
for anything in return. In a way, they felt they owed Ed for his 
sacrifices on their behalf. None of them knew what to do to help or 
thank him. 

She said, "We called Leroy last night and asked him to come here 
for a while."

"Why? His work is pretty important and I'm not sure that it is right 
to interrupt it."

With more irritation in her voice than she intended, she said, "He's 
family and we need him. You need him."

Ed nodded as he thought about it and realized that it made sense to 
ask him to come here. Leroy hadn't been around much over the 
past couple of years. Leroy was suffering because of it and the 
family hadn't been the same without him around. "Okay." 

Her right hand left the back pocket and brushed her long hair back 
behind her ears. She said, "We just want you to know that we are 
here for you. If you want to talk to us or anything, just ask."

"Thanks," replied Ed as he wondered what had happened last 
night.

Linda came over to Ed and hugged him with tears in her eyes. She 
said, "I love you Ed."

"I love you," replied Ed enjoying the feeling of his wife's body 
pressed against his. "Can we spend a little time alone?"

Relief washed over Linda. She had wanted to ask him that, but felt 
she would be making demands. She whispered in his ear, "I have a 
special chair upstairs if you would like that."

His cock reacted to the announcement and Ed whispered back, "I 
would love that."

A very pleased Linda led the way upstairs. He followed behind, 
enjoying the view of her ass swaying. She had a particularly fine 
ass. It always excited him to walk behind her, particularly when 
she was working it like she was doing at the moment. While her 
body was enough to excite him, the news that she had one of her 
chairs here almost had him coming. It had been quite a while since 
she had taken him to one of her special chairs and it promised 
hours of pleasure. 

She stopped in front of a room and gestured inside as she said, 
"We're here."

Ed walked in and found a chair that was different from any other 
that she had bought. Like her other special chairs, this looked like a 
squashed 'N.' Unlike the others, this one had arm rests for him and 
a special backrest for her. He walked around it trying to figure out 
all of the other features that the chair possessed. The part of the 
chair where his legs would rest was designed so that he would have 
to sit in it with his legs spread. 

He turned to look at Linda and was surprised that she had already 
undressed while his attention had been on the chair. Examining her 
body, he said, "You just keep looking better every day."

Linda smiled at the compliment and said, "Get undressed, my 
husband."

Ed removed his robe and sandals revealing his erection. Once he 
was naked, Linda helped him get into the chair. As strange as it 
looked, it was very comfortable. She shifted his body and adjusted 
the chair so that the support was perfect. He leaned his head back 
and shut his eyes. 

Looking down at her husband, Linda debated about the wisdom of 
what she was about to do. She put the Velcro-strips across his 
wrists and bound his arms to the armrest.  Ed had reacted with 
surprise and looked at his wrists wondering what she had done to 
him. While he was distracted with that, Linda bound his ankles in 
the same manner. 

Surprised by her actions, Ed asked, "What's this?"

"I wanted to make sure that you get to enjoy the full experience 
this time. You don't have to control yourself this way," answered 
Linda. 

"Okay," replied Ed with more than a little doubt.

Linda stood and left the room for a second. While she was gone, 
Ed tested the straps that kept him in the chair. There was no way 
that he would be able to free himself. She was going to be able to 
take him to the very edge of orgasm and keep him there. He would 
be unable to push himself over the edge like he occasionally did 
when she kept him excited for too long. The knowledge that he 
would be helpless made his cock even harder.

Linda returned with a small table on which there were snacks, 
lotions, and beverages. Kneeling next to Ed, she said, "Prepare to 
be here for a while."

Ed looked at Linda and could tell that she was very excited. Her 
nipples were hard as rocks and her hands trembled with 
excitement. Linda enjoyed sex in all its forms, but two things sent 
her over the edge with greater ease than all others. She loved 
giving blowjobs and could come just from one of her husbands 
ejaculating into her mouth. More than oral sex, she loved keeping a 
man on the edge of orgasm for hours. 

He asked, "So how long are you going to keep me here?"

"Forever, if I can manage it," she replied with a grin. 

She wasn't kidding that she would do it forever if it were possible. 
Her hands traced paths around his nipples and then down to his 
cock. As his body reacted to her attention, she got wet between the 
legs. His anticipation of the pleasure that he was to receive 
increased the flow of blood into his cock making it swell even 
larger. She loved what she was doing to his body. 

The first ten minutes of attention passed with her making light 
teasing touches that built his level of excitement. Her fingertips 
brushed against his nipples, traced the veins of his cock, and drew 
little circles on his scrotum.  He strained against the bonds in a 
desire to reach down and grab his cock to take himself to the point 
of no return.

During the second ten minutes, the pressure of her touch increased 
to a level that pushed him close to orgasm. Her left hand wrapped 
around his cock and started jacking it with the firmness that she 
knew could make him come in minutes. Her right hand fondled his 
balls, massaging them just enough to distract him from his 
pleasure. 

Ed struggled against the bonds and begged, "Let me come."

"Not yet, you aren't even dripping pre-come."

A shudder went through Ed when she picked up the pace and 
pressure of her administrations. He moaned as he approached a 
climax. He tried to thrust up, but the chair held his body in a 
position where that was impossible. He could feel his orgasm 
approaching. Like a NASA countdown, he counted down the 
number of seconds that remained until he came. He reached one 
and then she stopped touching him. 

A wave of frustration swept through his brain as body tensed in 
disappointment. He groaned and tried to get something to touch his 
cock. He was so close that even a breath blown across his cock 
would have allowed him to come. Pre-come pooled at the tip. He 
was kept at that point as Linda touched his cock with very soft 
sweeps of her finger along its length. 

Her other hand moved between his legs. With a fingertip, she 
started to trace a little circle around his asshole. He was close, so 
close that he could almost feel it, but not close enough to 
experience the desired orgasm. When Linda brushed her long hair 
across his cock, he tested the strength of the Velcro bonds once 
again.

She cooed, "Oh, my beautiful man. You are glowing."

She kept it up for another thirty minutes. His pre-come was 
flowing non-stop. She knelt down and lapped it up like a kitten at a 
bowl of milk. It was almost enough to make him ejaculate, but not 
quite. His entire body shook as a Linda-special orgasm washed 
over him. Ed had reached a level where he was experiencing a 
non-stop orgasm without an ejaculation. Only Linda knew how to 
take him to that point where his whole body experienced an 
orgasm without the accompanying release of fluids.

The sensations around his cock changed, becoming hotter, wetter, 
and harder. He looked at her impaled upon his cock. She wasn't 
riding him, just sitting on his cock while flexing the muscles in her 
cunt. This was the part that she enjoyed the most, sitting upon him 
feeling his cock fill her while controlling his level of excitement 
with her inner muscles. 

Ed wondered how long she was going to be able to keep it up 
without allowing him to trip over into a full ejaculation. He was 
enjoying a full body orgasm like none that he ever had before. 
Linda had been right about him being able to enjoy it more if he 
didn't have to maintain control. This torture was the most 
pleasurable experience of his life. He moaned, unable to put 
together the energy to talk.

Looking down at Ed, Linda reached over and picked up a small 
container of apple juice. Inserting the straw, she held it to his lips 
and said, "Drink this. I don't want my beautiful man to get 
dehydrated."

It was an hour later when Linda climbed off his cock. She had lost 
track of how many orgasms she had experienced while slowly 
riding him. Sitting beside him, she reached over and rubbed his 
cock. His juices continued to seep from the head of his cock. She 
knelt down to suck his cock, savoring the flavor of his juices. She 
was in heaven, fortunate that Ed had been willing to go there with 
her. With a smile, she planned to stay there for a lot longer.