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Note:  this is the same as the old Chapter Six, except that we now get
to read about George and Ingrid's sexy and touching reunion.

If you like the story as originally written, don't bother with this,
if, however you felt cheated by the lack of sex scenes in the
original, this is for you.

JS3729

Chapter Six
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Brian had recovered enough to continue.

"I was taking a class in psychology and Wanda was also in that class.
She was quite good, in fact she aced all the tests without trying too
hard.  I did not occur to me until much later, that she seemed to know
a little too much about hypnotism for a high school student."

A lightbulb came on in my head.  That would explain some of the things
that happened with Brian and Wanda later.

Brian had already stated that he hated Wanda, and he did, but
nonetheless, one day I went over to his house and heard loud moans and
whimpers from the back yard.  Since this was right after school,
neither of his parents were home yet, so I decided to investigate
(you know - junior secret agent and all that).  

I opened the door to the back yard, and there was Wanda fucking Brian!
I could not believe my eyes.  I started to tear up and ran back home.
I decided this would be the time to ask him about that.

"Brian, you said you hated Wanda.'"  he nodded.  "If that is the case,
why were you fucking her after school during our junior year?"

Lynda and Brian both looked shocked.   Ingrid was staring
open-mouthed.

Brian spat out "I never fucked Wanda - I could not even touch that
bitch unless it would be to pull all her hair out by the root."  Why
would you make that up..."

All of a sudden the same lightbulb that had went off in my head, went
off in both Brian's and Lynda's heads.  Ingrid, however, was still
mystified.

"Ingrid, honey (it just slipped out), hypnotism can make people see or
do things they would not normally do."

The radiant look I got from the "honey", answered any doubts I may
still have had about Ingrid and me.  I also knew that I no longer
loved Wanda,  I wonder if I ever really did.

Brian was seething on the couch, but I think Lynda was even madder.  I
have not heard such language from a woman in my life and it was now
Ingrid's and my turn to try and calm Brian and Lynda down.

Lynda finally calmed down enough to attempt to speak.

"Now things are really starting to make sense to me.  I always knew
somewhere in the back of my mind that I was not really a lesbian.  I
was probably bi-sexual, but somehow that BITCH (she screamed that - I
was worried about Little Lynda, so was Brian so he went up to check)
removed the male part of my desires!   She screwed up my life so much
it is truly amazing that Brian and I still ended up together."

Brian had now brought Little Lynda down, who, of course, had woken up
when her mother had screamed.  Both Brian and Lynda went up to confort
the little girl and put her back to sleep.

I turned to Ingrid.  "We can go to your place now, if you'd like.  I
have already found out as much about Wanda as I want to for one night
and I would much rather be seeing you home."

Ingrid and I told Brian, who had come back down that were leaving, but
we invited them over the following night if they could get a sitter.
Brian said his mother would jump at the chance to sit for Little
Lynda.

As I walked out to the car with Ingrid, I had to ask her  "Why did you
come back here?  Was it the job, or was it me?"

She looked at me with heat in her eyes and breathed  "I'll answer that
when you get me home."

Needless to say, it was a good thing no cops were out at that time of
night, or I would have been in jail for about a month.  As we were
driving, Ingrid was teasing me by slowly lowering her top down by
scooting around in the seat.  My cock was threatening to rip a hole in
my pants.

We arrived at her apartment.  Thank God she lived downstairs.  I would
have hated to climb stairs with the hard on I now had.

The minute we were in her apartment and the door was shut and locked,
I grabbed for her.  She kissed me hard saying "I've waited so long for
this, Geo, please take me in the bedroom and fuck me all night long.
I'm calling in sick tomorrow.  I want to be exhausted by tomorrow
night".

I didn't think I could get any harder, but I did.  I began removing my
clothes and Ingrid was matching me item for item.  I don't know who
won the race, but we were in her bed in about five minutes flat.

I wanted to suck her boobs and eat her cunt, but she just shook her
head, no  "Please put it in.  We both need a good fuck right now.  We
can foreplay later."

Who was I to refuse such a great offer?  I slid into the wettest cunt
I had ever been in (all right, it was the ONLY cunt I had ever been
in), and began to slide in and out to the rythmic moans of Ingrid.
She came when I put my dick in, she came when I reached the bottom,
and she came when I started sucking her right boob.  Her boobs were
dreaming material.  I mean, most women who have large boobs, start to
get a bit of a sag as they get older.  Not Ingrid, they were just as
proud and juttting as they had been when she was seventeen, and they
tasted even better, like peaches.

"Ingrid, what did you do to your boobs?  They taste like peaches." I
managed to gasp in between thrusts.

She was also gasping  "Just a little something I found in a sex shop
in Copenhagen.  I hoped you'd get to taste it.  I bought it thinking
of you and this slab of meat pounding into me."

God I loved dirty talk when fucking, and I knew Ingrid loved it, too.
"Okay, sweet bitch, I'm going to really start pounding you now!  No
more Mr. Nice Guy!!"

She giggled  "You promise??"

"Yeah.  You're gonna be so sore by tomorrow, you're gonna need a full
massage just to take the pain away.  I'll gladly volunteer to be the
masseuse."

"Plug away, honey,  I'm close again.....fill me up....I need some
cum....I haven't felt this way in seven years....oh yeah,
honey....here I come again!!!!"

That was all it took.  I was gonna cum and cum hard.  I started to
pull out, but Ingrid had other ideas.  She clamped her legs around me
and kept me inside her, gasping "I'm on the Pill, don't worry".  I
came like had never cum before.  I must have shot enough to fill her
up twice, and she was still grasping and clutching my dick with her
cunt walls.  She was coming again just from the force of my cum
shooting into her.  I finally started to go soft and began to pull
out, but she whimpered, begging me to leave it in there.  She wanted
to get me hard with just her cunt muscles.

We had a few minutes to talk while I recharged my batteries and Ingrid
came down off the plateau she had beeen on.

"Ingrid, honey, what did you mean when you said you hadn't felt this
way in seven years?  You did some screwing after we parted, didn't
you?  I've heard all the stories about stewardesses, and as good as
you look, you probably had to keep track with a book."  I chuckled,
but I was concerned that she was just comparing me to all the other
guys she'd probably been screwing, and I knew I would come out second
best.

"Geo, those stories about stewardesses are mostly myths.  We have a
lot of opportunities for sure, but that doesn't mean we have to take
advantage of them.  I never went all the way with any of the guys I
dated, and I never did more than a blowjob or handjob.  You are the
only person I've ever let in my cunt.  I never wanted anybody else but
you, and seven years away from you just made me miss you even more.
If this job opportunity hadn't come up, I would have probably quit and
moved back here anyway.  There was nothing more I wanted in
Copenhagen.  My life was, and I hope, will be with you, sweetheart.
I love you, Geo with all my heart."

I couldn't speak, hell I couldn't even think.  This was overwhelming.
Here was Ingrid telling me that she didn't want anybody else in her
life, and not even expecting me to say the same thing back to her.
She probably figured that this was the only chance that she would have
of winning me away from Wanda.  What she didn't know, and I hadn't
realized until just now, was that I felt the same way about her.  I
probably always had, but Wanda kept getting in the way.  Damn I hated
that woman.

I had to tell her.  I had to say it.  "Ingrid, I have only one thing
to say to that."

I got up off the bed and got down on my knees.  "Ingrid, will you
marry me?  I feel the same way about you.  Wanda kept me from having
you once, and I'll be damned if I'll let her do that again."

Ingrid was the one who couldn't speak, now.  She tried but her voice
wouldn't work.  She just nodded her head, with the happiest look I had
ever seen on a woman's face.  She finally found her voice.  "YES, YES,
YES, YES,  OH GOD, YES!    I can't believe this, dreams really do come
true!"

We kissed again, and I was now hard again too.  I took one look at the
gorgeous cunt spread out before me, and started into feast on my
ration of pussy.  This time there was no protest from Ingrid.  I
looked into her face for a minute, and she smiled down on me and said
with contentment  "Finally, I'm complete.  I have what I've needed for
so long.".  Well, that felt good to hear!  As I was concentrating on
the sight and feelings of her cunt, I noticed the distinct smell and
flavor of apricot mixed in with both of our cums.  I looked up at her
again, licked my lips and said  "Was there something apricot flavored
in that shop, too?  Either that, or you have a small tree growing down
here."

Ingrid laughed and said  "One thing I'll say for Copenhagen, they sure
know what to sell in their sex shops.  I almost bought out the store
when I heard you were coming back home.  I have some more surprises
for you later, too"

Ingrid pushed me off her, finally after coming at least twice and
proceeded to give me a blowjob that I would remember for days, but she
didn't let me come.  I wanted to so bad, but Ingrid wanted my dick
somewhere else even worse.  She shoved me back on the bed and
straddled me.  She sunk down on my rod with her cunt and impaled
herself all the way.  I was looking up at the glorious sight of two
44Ds above my head moving and shaking with Ingrid's movements.  I was
babbling incoherently and reached up to suck one of them while I
squeezed the other.  Ingrid went nuts.  She was pounding me into the
bed - I didn't have to do a thing - SHE was fucking me.  She came
loudly and often - I stopping counting at three, but I was still good
for a few more minutes.  Finally, I could hold back no longer and came
with a torrent of cum all up inside her filling her up.  She came
again and collapsed on me, her boobs on either side of my face.  I
would have gladly suffocated right there and been a happy corpse.  She
finally pulled herself off me and gave me an exhausted, happy look.   

Ingrid started for the bathroom, and said "Wait right there, don't
move, I'll be right back."  She came back out with her panties back on
, holding a white box.  I was curious about both the box and the
panties.

"Honey, are you done for the night?  Why the panties, and what's in
the box?"

"I am exhausted right now, and I need to rest a little.  The panties
are so I don't lose any of your precious cum from my soaked pussy,
until we are both ready to be refilled.  (I smiled at that, that was
just kinky enough to turn me on again,  Ingrid saw and giggled.)  I
can see I'm not gonna get to rest too much, but I don't care."  The
box is for you, honey."

I took the box and opened it.  In it was the panties that I had
removed from her the first time we made love.  They had not been
cleaned and were permanently soiled.  They weren't smelly, though,
they had the same peaches scent as her boobs did.  "Why did you save
this, Ingrid?"

"It was a reminder to me of how much you mean to me.  I swore to
myself I would never wash those panties until we were together again,
and I haven't.  That box has not left me since we've been apart, and
now I don't need it anymore."  She grabbed the panties, and was going
to rip them up.  I stopped her.  "Don't do that.  I want you to keep
them.  It makes me feel so proud and honored that you would do that
for me.   Let's keep them as a momento of us."

That earned me a wet sloppy kiss and I loved every minute of it.

She called her boss and told her that she wouldn't be in that day.
She said she was coming down with something (yah, my cock in her pussy
at the time), and that she would be in tomorrow.  By the time that
next night rolled around, we called Brian and Lynda, and told them the
news, we also begged off the meeting as we were both exhausted, just
like Ingrid wanted.  Lynda laughed and said "I knew you two were right
for each other.  Hope you'll be as happy as Brian and I are."  Ingrid
smiled at me and said to Lynda  "I am not happy, I am complete."  I
kissed her then, we hung up the phone, and went another round.


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