Overtime
#4 of Roger That!
A little short, but I figured it was better than nothing.
Roger made it home from the
hospital and I prepared to move back to my place. It had been fun, and I was
already thinking of ways of connecting with Marie. That was when I got hit by
one more surprise.
"Mike, do you think we can talk you
into staying a few more days?'
My cock did a little happy dance in
my boxers. "Uh, I guess so. What's up?"
"We thought we'd take a few days
off before we both get back to our normal schedules. I mean, if you have things
to do, we completely understand. Roger seems like he's doing fine."
"So you're saying that you'd like
to take a few days off to rest?"
"More or less, yes. We thought we'd take advantage of the fact that you're already here, and we know we can depend on you to run things smoothly."
I was so happy I could have kissed
them both. "I think you deserve it. It's been rough for you guys the past week. Go!
I'm sure my mom and dad won't mind. I'll just bet they're enjoying the fact
that I'm not there with my music baring!"
So it was that they packed up and
drove two hours away to some bed and breakfast. Marie hit the reason for their
departure squarely on the head. "This will be the first time in forever that they can make
love without fear of waking us up!
"And that means you and I can get
in some more time together before I have to go home!"
She wiggled with excitement. "Yes
we can! And now Roger can join in!"
We were all sitting together in the
living room. He put up his hand to forestall the thought. "Oh no. The doctor
said I wasn't to do anything strenuous for six weeks, until this heals up.
You're out of luck Marie. You'll have to deal with Mike." He looked at me and
grinned.
I felt a little awkward being in
the middle of even such a mild argument like this one. "Guys, maybe I should
just chill?"
Roger stared me down. "No. It's cool.
I'm still in some pain and the hell if I'm going to break open my sutures doing
something I shouldn't." He looked to this sister. "Period!"
She stomped her feet and pouted. I came up from behind and kissed the top of
her head. "He needs to rest Marie. Leave it be. He's right. You have me for
now. Or am I suddenly not good enough?"
She turned and kicked my shin.
"Don't be stupid! I was just teasing him. If I jumped into bed with you and
didn't give him a chance, he'd never forgive me!"
I looked at him. He smiled
sheepishly. "She's right. I'd hate to be thrown over so easily!"
"See!" She said, beaming with
pride. "He loves me a lot, but I think he does get tired of me once in a while.
He needs a real girlfriend, not his little sister banging on his door every
night."
"Is the door the only thing you're
banging of his?"
She stopped and stared at with with the funniest look on her face before falling to the floor laughing.
"You got me there! I didn't see that one coming." It was heartwarming to see
her with such a sense of humor. I had another play on words sitting on the tip
of my tongue, but I left it unsaid.
She took me by the hand. "He needs
to rest. I don't. Lets' go do something more fun than sitting here watching the
invalid slowly getting better." Roger stuck his tongue out at her.
She reacted to this display
unexpectedly. "Oh no! You said you weren't up to anything! But him..." She turned to me with a gleeful look in her eye. "You. Me. My bedroom. Now!"
"Yes ma'am," I said, saluting her.
We got to her room and she quietly closed
the door behind us. "Why" I asked.
"Because there is no need to make
him feel bad for what he's missing! And we are going to make so noise!" She said brightly. "I know he gets tired
of me, and I know he loves you a lot, so I don't think there is any point in
driving a wedge between all of us. I know that sounds sort of grown up, but I
really don't want there to be any hard feelings."
I knew she was being serious, but I
couldn't help but say, "No hard
feelings?"
She grabbed my cock through my pants.
"One hard feeling then."
She did a little somersault and
landed by her bed. "We're pulling the mattress on the floor. I don't think my bed
was made for rocking.'
"Problem?"
"Yeah, it's all loose and wobbly."
I snorted with amusement. "Better
the bed than you!"
She kicked me in the shin again.
"With you, if I ever get loose inside, I'd have to move up to a tiger for a
partner! As for wobbly, you can make me wobbly any day!"
I humored her and pulled her
mattress onto the floor. It wasn't such a bad idea. We did get into this pretty
heavily. She stripped down and wiggled her cute little ass at me, and again I
was taken in by that little stump of a tail. I normally like long slinky ones,
but for her diminutive size (compared to mine) it seemed perfect.
She pressed into me. "Are you going
to keep me waiting all day?" She rubbed my crotch, feeling the hardness
underneath t my layers of clothing.
I stood and pulled everything off.
It wasn't sexy, but she seemed to be in a hurry. And since when were the guys supposed
to be anything more than sex machines? I tossed her on the mattress and dropped on her like a bomb. "So
little kitty! How would you like it?"
"Inside." She said it dead pan.
I rolled my eyes. "I figured that
much!" I took her where she was at, as she was; on her back. She was glistening
with moisture, so I knew she was ready for it. I spread her legs, one in each
hand, and I positioned myself and pushed. She arched her back a little as I entered
her, then eased back down as I continued to push. She was a snug little fit and
I loved it!
With the mattress on the floor, I
felt confident that I could allow myself to get carried away if I wanted to. I
sniggered. If? I ground it in as deep as it would go and then pushed her legs
forward to her shoulders. This girl was pretty damn flexible!
I pressed my body down and worked
my hips, contracting the muscles that controlled my cock as I did. It made the
action a bit stiffer. It didn't go unnoticed. She grabbed her own legs, hugging
then close to her body and daring me with her eyes to go full out.
I did. Propped up on my arms, I
allowed them and my hips to cut loose. I think she would have been better off
being strapped down for this, because like before, we tended to head off the
top of the mattress. It was an inconvenient fact, but Newton's Third Law was
being played out every time we had sex. You see, I do pay attention in science
class!
She was holding her legs tightly,
to the point that her nails were digging into her flesh. I suppose she was
preoccupied and hardly noticing the pain. I grabbed her wrist to make her
loosen up. I wasn't thinking she wasn't tough. I simply didn't want her leaving
marks that she couldn't explain away if anyone saw them.
She let go there and instead
grabbed my hands. That put me off of my great position, but I made the best of it. She made up the difference by thrusting her hips into mine, matching me
move for move. There were older girls who could have taken pointers from her.
She was totally into doing it, and there wasn't anything I think I could find
sexier.
We screwed like this for a while,
and then I got a little bored with it and forced her over on her side. Pushing
her top leg forward, I pushed back in and went back to plowing her deep. I had
a hold of her free arm, pulling her back into my pumping, and thus keeping her
fairly stable on the mattress. I could
feel a solid, unyielding surface inside her that I knew was her womb. I
concentrated on rubbing it with the head of my cock.
She let of a whimper as I worked it
over, and from there the sound deepened to more of a growl. Kind of a, "yeah,
that's the spot" growl. I took long measured strokes, massaging her insides
with my tool. It was a great feeling for both of us. After a while; I don't
know how long, she started to shake. I increased my speed until I was tearing
into her like a jack hammer. Finally, with a thin scream, she came.
She was so tight now I could hardly
keep going. I was nearly wrenching her arm out of its socket holding her still
as she shook, rattled and drooled. Yes drooled. I didn't misquote myself. She
was shaking like a leaf and spittle was coming out her mouth. Normally, this
would look very unattractive. But to me, it was so cool. It meant that I could
drive her right out of her little mind!
She remained locked in her orgasm
because I hadn't even gotten close to having mine. There was no rushing it
today. She had to endure minute after minute of my cock prodding her insides
before I felt the all too familiar urge. By then she was in a totally catatonic
state, flopping wherever my force pushed her. She was like a little rag doll.
This actually made it a little
difficult, since I was suddenly screwing a bowl of Jello. Her head was flopping
about, her arm no longer had tension, and overall, it was not nearly as much
fun as it had been.
I stopped for a second and thought
it over. Making my decision, I pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach.
Lifting her hips, I pushed in again and returned to doing what I do best. It wasn't
perfect, but it was better. As I was working her over, I got a dirty idea. I
stuck my thumb in my mouth and got nice and wet. I then rubbed it over her
little puckered ass and worked it until it slid in. She was so out she never
noticed. I managed to work it in to the second joint without waking her from
her sexually induced coma. It almost made me blow then and there.
The whole thought of possibly
nailing the fine little lynx ass got my balls going, and after a few more
minutes of perpetual pounding, I blew a load into her dark warm hole like a
lion on steroids. I fell beside her when I was done, marveling at how she was
still out. After ten minutes of watching the clock and tapping her and calling
her name, she finally opened on eye.
She sat up with a start, looked at
the mattress and said, "Jeez! You fucked me right off the bed!"
I had to explain it to her three
times. She claimed she couldn't remember a damn thing about what we had done.
She wanted me to show her the whole thing all over again. But I wasn't stupid.
"You're just pulling my leg, aren't you?"
She giggled and grabbed my cock,
giving it a yank. "Not unless you intend to use this for walking!"