Lemony goodness ahead. Detailed Lemony goodness. You have been warned.

To Boldly Go...

Ganesa woke when her doorbell rang early the next morning. Jumping out of the bed, she looked around for something to wear and found her jeans and t-shirt from yesterday folded neatly on her chair. Throwing them on with a soft smile at his understanding, she rushed downstairs to answer the door. Looking through the camera attached to her fancy new doorbell, she saw a freshly showered Nick leaning against the railing. She squealed and opened the door.

"Hey baby! How did you sleep? I was-" The girl was unable to say anything more with her man's talented tongue in her mouth. He closed the door absently, making sure to lock her in so that she couldn't escape. Once that task was accomplished, he wrapped her in his arms and savaged her mouth much like he had last night. Already he could feel the vibrations on his mouth. His little innocent girlfriend was likely moaning or humming against him, probably both. He smoothed his calloused hands over the back of her shirt. It didn't take much time for his hands to find her soft skin as he continued to caress her and devour her moist orifice. She offered up no resistance. However, remembering her attempted jaunt to the bathroom after her orgasm, he was sure to keep her in his arms. The feel of the silky smooth skin of her back soothed some of his lust. His dreams had been most stimulating last night. He'd been entranced with the sensation of her melting into him after she came so spectacularly that he'd felt her wetness on his knee through both of their jeans. He wanted that again. He wanted to stay and hold her in his arms afterwards to be honest. This tantalizing thought in his head, he licked her mouth more desperately. She was melting into his embrace when she suddenly jumped and tensed.

"It's the telephone," she said ruefully. She started detangling herself from her boyfriend. Disappointed, but understanding, he let her go. The girl scrambled to get to the phone before it went to voicemail. Making herself sound almost sick, she picked up.

"Is everything okay, Babygirl? You sound sick."

"I just woke up, Mum. What's going on?" Nesa faked a yawn to sell it.

"Oh, I always forget the time difference is in my favor. You go on back to sleep. Call me when you wake up."

"Okay, Mum. Love you." She hung up before the older woman could say anything and turned to her boyfriend. "You're certainly up early, baby. What's on your mind - besides the obvious?"

I was thinking about you all night. You orgasm so beautifully that I wanted a repeat performance

Nesa felt her face heat up. "I… I don't think I can, baby. That was my very first one. It gets scary when it's coming over me. I honestly don't know what came over me last night! We were talking and then we were kissing and I just… needed some kind of release."

That's the point of an orgasm, love. Your amazing body needed something that only I could give you. I want to see you naked and writhing under me as I touch your most private place. I might even devour you for the fun of it. You may not climax, but I guarantee you will enjoy it. Trust me?

"I do, baby. But-" She paused, then looked down in embarrassment. At his quizzical look, she shrugged. "My stomach is growling. I need to eat." The nurse giggled when Nick's stomach gave an answering gurgle. "And apparently your stomach feels the same. How do you feel about bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast?" The man nodded, smiling into her eyes and caressing her cheek to let her know that this discussion wasn't over. Nesa smiled and pulled away, quickly putting together a meal for the two of them. Both of them ate with appetite, Nick was impressed that she could throw together such a delicious meal so quickly and told her so.

"Keto taught me a lot about meal preparation. I still follow it, though I allow myself some starch, obviously," she pointed to the last bits of hash brown on her plate before eating them. "What did you want to do today? Besides that," she added at his toothy grin.

You need new underwear, a new computer, a bed frame amd a mattress to go with it

"Wow, anything else? A Benz? Diamonds?" she blinked. "Nick, My futon works just fine; I don't need a full bed. I already told you that I don't need a computer and… Well, I was planning to go to the lingerie shop on my own anyway. You have to understand that $8,000 isn't a large amount of money in the grand scheme of things. And I won't have that cushion anymore if you keep spending my money like this!"

I'm not suggesting that you blow it all, Sweetness. But there are some basic things that you do need.

-That futon is rickety and likely hurts your back.

-I've already told you that your system is old and unsafe

-I'm happy to help you with your lingerie shopping

You already told me that you trust me. Or did I expire that trust last night?

"Nick…" she sighed. "You have to understand that money represents more than seven years of struggle. I wasn't always as set up as I am now. It used to be $33,000, but I put $20,000 towards my mortgage. The $10,000 went to my car fund. Then I practically had to start over and I've struggled to build up $8,000 over the last two years. I'm not looking to-" He touched her cheek and she flinched. Then she gasped and cursed when she noticed that his finger was wet. Scrubbing her face with her arm, she growled at herself. "Look, it may seem silly to you, but it's just really, really important to me that I don't have to start over building my savings up so soon." He folded her crying form into his arms and rocked her gently until the tears subsided.

I'm not suggesting that you have to start over, love. I spent a good portion of the night researching these purchases. I believe that we can get all your things for under three grand. You have to trust me, baby. I would never steer you wrong.

She cuddled against him as she read the note, sighing and relaxing at last. Then she pulled away so that she could talk to him. "I know I sound like a big baby. I just-" he caressed her cheek and shook his head, covering her plush lips with his. They two shared a long, lingering kiss before her phone rang again. Swearing, she snatched it up. "Hello?" Nick watched her listen for a few seconds and then hang up abruptly. "Telemarketers." She yawned and stretched. "I need to shower and dress if we're going shopping today."

Mind if I join you?

She blushed at the lecherous look on his face. She really thought about it though. He'd already seen her after she'd cum. But did she really want to reveal her extra skin folds to her boyfriend this early in their relationship? Was she really so brave? Before she could properly panic about that, Nick lifted her chin so she would have to look at him.

I want to show you my body and I want to see you

Please?

"My body has globs of fat on it from my weight loss. I don't have a six-pack or anything." He shrugged and looked hopeful. She stared at him incredulously, but he only raised an eyebrow and stared back. Finally, she nodded, covering her face with humiliation.

Don't worry, Sweetness. I just want to wash your back

He led her upstairs, knowing that it wouldn't be so easy to get her naked and soapy in his arms. Still he heated the water and started removing his clothes, smiling when she turned away in embarrassment. She was sitting on the toilet, making no move to undress. He caressed her cheek, smiling more when she leaned into his touch and turned a little.

"I… We've only known each other a month, Nick! Is it really okay to be naked like this?"

I desire you greatly, Little Nesa. It's okay for me to see all that's mine.

I won't hurt you, Sweetness. Come here

She came to him reluctantly, shaking with dread. Completely naked, he slowly began pulling her clothes off. He peeled her out of her shirt, then removed her belt and let her jeans fall off her hips. She now stood before him in her ratty old under clothes. They were sizes too big for her and ugly to tell the truth. The bra was a hideous orange and the underwear was full of holes. Not wanting to waste a note when she was so emotionally vulnerable, he grasped her hips gently and pulled her forward to plant a loving kiss on her belly. She was right, there was a bulge of leftover fat from her weight loss. Rather than being repulsed by it, he was fascinated. She'd obviously need a tummy tuck in time. She gasped in relief, her eyes full of tears, and relaxed in his arms. Nuzzling her belly, he smoothed the underwear down her supple legs, smiling when she let him remove the garment as if in a trance.

Standing slowly, he took his time sliding his calloused hands up her smooth belly and under her bra. She flinched back, but he was already grasping one of her pert breasts. His girl moaned, her head rolling back in ecstasy, so she didn't notice that his other hand was behind her, unhooking her bra until the contraption went slack on her arms. Her head snapped up in shock and she locked eyes with her boyfriend, who only smirked at her before leaning in to lick the breast not held in his hand. Her body was trembling, now with equal parts desire and fear. Then he did something perfectly delightful with his tongue on her nipple and she whimpered as her knees buckled. The man, seeming to have expected this, caught her without releasing her from his mouth and stepped into the hot spray of water with her in his arms. She shivered as he lathed her left breast with loving attention to detail until her nipple was diamond hard and standing at attention. Once this task was accomplished he moved to the right one for the same treatment. He backed her against the wall to hold her up, his hand trailing to her mound as he continued to devour her tender breasts. Her nectar was streaming out of her as she vibrated through her chest to him.

It would be so easy. All he would have to do is lift her leg and impale her with his special spear, ending both of their torments. But that would be too easy. The girl wanted a red banner on her wedding night and he was determined to give it to her. To avoid temptation, he turned her around and pressed his hardened shaft against her back. He bit her neck where it met her shoulder gently, soothing the hurt with his tongue as he pressed himself against her and exploded on her back and long, long hair. Wanting her to release as well, he buried two of his slender digits deep in her vagina and rubbed her inner walls as she bucked against the wall. The innocent girl was obedient to his forceful lead. He could feel her strong vibrations through her back as she continued to ride his curious hand.

Faster and faster she rode his hand, and he could see her panting, her eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, her face scrunched up tightly and everything in her tensed. She tried to pull away from him, but he only thrust harder into her juicy center with his fingers. She started grinding against his fingers fast and hard, her mouth open and a look of tortured ecstasy on her face that he cherished. Her eyes popped open impossibly wide and she froze, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers almost painfully. Then her whole body relaxed, his body holding her to the wall the only reason that she didn't crumple to the floor of the shower. She was drawing in huge draughts of air and her beautiful brown eyes closed languidly. He treasured every expression he could see on her face. The man finally pulled his fingers out of her tight space, making sure that the shower water didn't wash away the thin, translucent fluid in his hand.

When Nesa opened her tired eyes it was to the sight of her boyfriend licking her nectar off of his hand. She turned around on wobbly legs and watched in disbelief as he caught every bit of her juices with his talented tongue, his amazing blue eyes never leaving hers as he did. That made her hot. A needy moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She covered her mouth, shocked at her wantonness. He batted her hand out of the way and possessed her mouth with his tongue. She moaned and wrapped herself around him, not caring that her hair was completely wet and would need to be washed now. Her leg was wrapped tightly around his waist and that feeling of needing to be uncorked was stronger than ever. His thick manhood was pressed against her stomach and pulsing as the two squirmed against each other under the hot water. Then Nesa breathed in a bit of water and coughed, breaking the spell the two were under.

"I'm sorry," she apologized once her coughing fit was over. "I'm not very good at kissing in the shower." He smiled and caressed her cheek, passing her the exfoliating gloves she used to bathe. Inside he was glad that she'd stopped them. He'd been seriously considering taking her virginity right in the shower. It never would have occurred to her to stop him until it was too late to take it back. But he was trying to take into account her innocence and inexperience. Hell, she'd just had the second and third orgasm of her life! It would be hard to wait, but he would have to find a way to keep from taking her sweet body past the point of no return. In the meantime, he watched her soap up her breasts with clinical efficiency and groaned silently. She just didn't know what she did to him! He got her floral scented shampoo and started washing his semen out of her hair to distract himself from her delicious body. When she was finished soaping herself up, she shyly reached for him. The man stared deep into her eyes and let her bathe him. She did so timidly, her touch unsure on his body and he found himself endeared by her shy touch. He also noticed that she didn't let her eyes stray as she washed him. Her pretty brown eyes stayed trained on his blue ones, as if he would disappear if she looked down at him.

Grinning once again at her astonishing purity, he touched her face and urged her to look down. The heat coming off of her face was amazing, but she wouldn't do it for anything. Finally, he leaned out of the shower and grabbed his notepad. The girl looked alarmed; she'd only finished to his waist.

Ganesa… My love. I want you to look at my body. You won't get in trouble for seeing me

I'm your man. It's alright

The girl blushed even harder if that was possible and turned away from him. Molding himself to her smooth back, he kissed her cheek and turned her back around. Gently he directed her head down and she obeyed with extreme reluctance. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of his penis for the first time. It was big and thick and quivering and pointed directly at her. She looked up at him, rosy undertones in her cheeks.

It's alright, my love. It's not going to hurt you. Touch it

Again her submissive nature exerted itself and she laid a tentative hand on his phallus. It pulsed and she went to pull away, but he laid a firm hand over hers. She looked up in apprehension and he only offered her a lazy smile. Thus given permission, she stroked him, jumping when he jerked at the movement.

That feels so good, Sweetling. Keep touching me

I want you to be comfortable with my body

She grasped him firmly and stroked him some more, glancing up at him shyly every time he jerked in her hold. Finally he pushed her down onto her knees so that she was face to face with his member. She stopped looking at him after that, focused on the pulsing sex organ in front of her. She'd seen penises before; she was a nurse for God's sake! But she'd never seen one like his; all long and thick and ropy with muscle. How the hell did you get muscles down there? Some of his pre-cum was leaking out of him from her continuous stroking. She leaned in curiously and licked it away. The salty taste on her tongue excited her. She'd always preferred salty to sweet. Soon she was suckling his extra thick manhood. His lower body was jutting out towards her, so she figured that she was doing something right. Taking this cue, she continued sucking his dick. He was thrusting his giant cock into her mouth by the time she'd gotten brave enough to lick the parts of his phallus that she couldn't fit in her mouth. She kept at it, his eager response to her serving to embolden her. Her soapy hands found his scrotum by now. She removed her gloves and caressed him as she let her man possess her mouth with his pulsating dick. Much like her, he seemed to speed up the more excited he got. Soon she had to hold a hand in front of her face because he was thrusting so hard into her mouth.

She was humming incessantly; how could something she'd been taught was a horrible, disgusting thing to do feel so amazing? She actually found herself hoping that he would ejaculate right in her mouth. She wanted, no, she needed to know what he tasted like. Lovingly licking him like a lavish lollipop, she wasn't surprised when he suddenly tensed and shot his semen into her mouth. She held it in her mouth, deciding just what the thick liquid tasted like. There was a hint of sweet in all that salty seed. She decided that she liked it and swallowed it. Wanting another taste, she started licking him again, but he stopped her, kneeling on the floor in front of her.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked nervously.

Wrong? Sweetie, you did everything too right. That felt incredible.

Hurry up and finish washing me. I want to kiss you some more on the futon.

Baffled by that puzzling statement, she re-soaped her gloves where the soap had rinsed off while she was distracted. She then wiped him down in much the same way she would wipe herself down. She was surprised that the water was still hot when he pulled her back to her feet. She had never tested the limits of her hot water heater like this. He held her tenderly under the spray for another minute or two before turning the water off, taking her hair in his hands, and squeezing a bunch of the moisture out of strands. He wrapped her in her fluffy towel and started drying her off. Naturally, she'd never experienced anything like this before, so she just relaxed and let him have his way with her. He kissed her passionately as he dried her body with the towel and she couldn't help moaning against him. Once she was done and sitting on the toilet again, he used the wet towel on himself. There was a second towel in the bathroom, but he was saving it for her thick hair. He handed it to her and she wrapped her hair up in it, somehow managing to look like a queen with nothing but a towel on her head.

He pulled her to her feet and out of the steamy room, laying her down on her futon. How could such a submissive little thing make him feel so strong and so weak at the same time? Ignoring the contradictions of her character for now, he positioned her beautiful body so that her hands were grasping the metal frame of her futon and her legs were wide open. Giving her a stern look, he leaned in and devoured those thick lips of hers that he just couldn't resist. The sweet taste of her went straight to his head, inflaming his passion. The deafmute continued down her neck, kissing it wetly, but not stopping to mark her like he wanted to. Her tantalizing breasts and her belly were likewise temptation, but he had a different final destination in mind. She seemed to cotton on to what he had planned for her around the time he finished kissing her navel, because she suddenly clamped her legs shut. Grinning like a schoolboy who'd just stumbled upon someone's secret stash of sweets, he went to work prying her powerful legs open. He was amazed how much time and energy he had to use to pull her thighs apart. She was no weakling. But years of farming in Middle America had left him very strong. It also helped that her arms stayed glued to the futon as if it hadn't occurred to her to move them. Hell, it probably hadn't. She was such an obedient little thing…

Her thighs were slick with her nectar by the time he managed to open her legs for his inspection. Nick leaned in to breathe in that heavy, feminine scent of hers, his mouth watering. With her knees almost touching her shoulders and wide open, nothing was hidden from his fevered view. Holding her legs open and wishing that she could hear his mental growl of approval and want, he dug into his decadent meal. Her vibrations goaded him to cover her succulent vagina with his mouth and tongue. He kissed her right in her juicy center before taking a long lick of her. The girl bucked against his face and started writhing to get away from her tormentor. He didn't let his meal get away, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs to keep her wide open for him. Then he dug in. From the vibrations coming off of her as he continued to stroke and ravage her juicy center, he could tell that she was screaming her head off.

He didn't stop though. Her taste was indescribable; he was hooked on her instantly. With her spread out like this for him it was very easy to continue massaging her naked pussy with his talented tongue and even the tips of his long, slender fingers. He spent hours doing it, silently groaning at how wet and perfect she was, how strong her nigh constant vibrations were. Exhausted tears were streaming down her face as he added a fourth, fifth, and tenth orgasm to her count. God, this bitch was sweet. Great big gouts of her sweet essence gushed out of her tasty body for him to lap up like some overfed kitten. He was like a man possessed. Part of him knew that he should stop; she was twisting, bucking, and writhing to get away from him by now. But he couldn't make himself do it. She tasted so damn good.

Around hour four of fulfillment, she tightened up every single muscle in her body and shot out her biggest gout of cum yet. Then her whole body relaxed and she fainted dead away. Instead of stopping, he licked up her massive orgasm. He'd ejaculated three times already just watching her sexy display. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock before he would consider his exploration in her body a success. But since that wasn't going to happen at the moment, he wiped his soaked face on his arm and licked her juices off of him. Then he took his time feathering butterfly kisses all over her face as he softly wiped her tears away.

He went into her second bathroom and got three towels out; two for them and one for her hair. He set them in the main bathroom, using the towel from that morning to try and clean up their messes. It worked somewhat, but he was more determined than ever that she needed a new bed. He also seemed to have stumbled upon the girl's one indulgence. Nesa had about a dozen towels, and all of them were large and very thick. They were paired with big, thick washcloths and hand towels too. Everything in the house was so neat and organized, it was obvious that she took great pride in her home. It showed in the care she took in cleaning and maintaining her place. The man cleaned himself properly again since he was covered in her juices and emptied himself while he was in the shower. Throwing her old towels in the dirty clothes basket, including the one tangled up in her wet hair, he put his waterproofed notepad by the bedside, unhooked her hands from the futon, wrapped his woman in his arms, and knew no more.