LUCA, Chapter 6
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The Luca series are based on some true incidents, but names and places have been changed to protect the not so innocent. 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'S LONG WEEKEND (6 of 7)
SIX: 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 blowjob 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 blowjob 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 cunt pressed against his face. She could here him sucking 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 vagina 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 cunt 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 cunt 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 spurt 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 cunt 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 cunt and she rolled over onto her stomach beside him.
"Did you miss me?"
He pulled her toward himself and kissed her.
[END 6]