Free In The Name Of Love by Jendai Rilbury Page A

staring at the heaped up
    pile of clothing and personal effects on the bed, neither of them speaking.
    Edna switched off the light and taking his hand pulled him
    back along the landing. She said, "You can't sleep on that bed, tonight."
    Grant followed her, thinking they were going to the small
    back room, but then he recalled the bed in there went to the rubbish tip last
    month. "Ah, perhaps she's bought a new bed. It's about time."
    As they reached Edna's bedroom, she walked inside and Grant,
    still held by the hand, followed her into the room.
    He'd been in this room and in this very bed with Edna a few
    weeks ago, but they both agreed it was a big mistake and that it would never
    happen again. Although the encounter was brief and rushed, in case April
    returned early, it had been most enjoyable. Even so, Grant did not want a
    repeat, especially after the hectic night he'd had in Joyce's bed only
    yesterday evening.
    "Edna, I don't think this is a good idea?"
    In reply, she opened her dressing gown, letting it slip to
    the floor, and reaching down she grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled
    it over her head to stand naked before Grant.
    He was surprised by her actions, and even more surprised by
    the sudden activity beneath the towel, which started to move as his erection
    sprang to life.
    "Well, what have we here," said Edna, grabbing his towel and
    pulling it off his waist to reveal his sturdy penis. "Ooh, isn't it lovely?"
    Grant reached out to grab the towel from her hand, but she
    threw it across the room. He said, "Edna, I want you to stop this, right now.
    I'm too tired…" Even as he said the words, he realised they were the wrong
    ones.
    "You don't look too tired to me," she said, stroking his
    solid shaft with her chubby fingers. She dropped to her knees, her open mouth
    swallowing his penis, while her arms went around his thighs, holding him fast.
    He put his hand to her head, fully intending to push her
    away and leave the room as fast as he could, but as her head began to move up
    and down on his cock, he found himself gripping her head and controlling its
    actions. Faster and faster went her head, in and out went his cock, helped by
    his thrusting thighs.
    The climax rushed through his body like an uncontrollable
    express train, and he held her head tight as his hot semen shot into her mouth.
    He saw her eyes roll up to stare at him, and he let go her head, thinking she
    was angry at his savagery. But she gave him a wink, and she licked his steaming
    organ clean, wiping drops of semen from her mouth with a finger, and then
    licking that clean.
    "You taste so good. Now if the shops could put that into
    their cream buns…"
    "Edna, you're incorrigible!"
    "And you are delightful, but you came too quickly and don't
    think I'm letting you get away with it. Onto the bed with you, and get under
    those covers; we've a long night ahead and I want to make the most of it."
     Grant climbed between the crisp sheets, stretching out his
    body and feeling nice and relaxed. Five minutes later, Edna returned from the
    bathroom and slid her yielding naked body over his muscular frame. It felt so
    good to feel the warmth of her fleshy legs wrap around his thighs and hips, but
    as her lips and tongue kissed and licked his nipples he felt the stirring of
    another erection. "So this is what they mean when they say there's no rest
    for the wicked…"

CHAPTER 12
     
    It was past two in the morning before a fully spent Edna
    fell into an exhausted sleep, but Grant's body was still trembling from being
    put through his paces more times than he thought possible in just a few hours.
    He finally fell to sleep, with visions of both Edna and Joyce careening around
    the bed with loud yells and giggles as they fought to get at him first.
    When the alarm woke him up at seven, he felt as if he'd had
    no sleep at all, but with memories of the piles of clothes still to be sorted
    and packed, and then taken to Stockport before an irate