Chapter Forty-Six

“Here baby, finish the last swallow of this. Then no more. We want you buzzed enough to be softened up, but not sleeping like a sodden rock later on.”

Dutifully Karl took the straw and slurped up the dregs of that whiskey sour.

Delicious, just as every other adult pleasure his mistress had turned him on to. She set the pitcher aside and fluffed his pillow for him. She positioned his arms and legs spread just so and adjusted the incline of the bed with rare ceremony. Her eyes told him he was in for it, and Karl felt himself responding despite the exhaustive amount of sex they’d been having.

He’d worry about a mushy sissy-pussy and wrung-raw prick another time. He was in his prime, and after a year of enforced impotence Doreen was finally letting him climax. Nor was it lost on Karl that this might be his last consensual sex ever. This certainly looked like the last night spent in this heavenly bed. And judging by previous example and Doreen’s demeanor it was obvious she meant to make it memorable.

Leaving him inclined at about forty-five, she shuttered the skylight and left only the bedside lamp casting its low, mellow glow. Climbing back abed, she grinned at his erectile salute and always awed eyes. Though any number of her own cocks were still scattered to hand after the past weeks’ excesses – the feeldoe, big pink, the dildo gag, the one he’d trained to suck on and still liked to while being fucked, even bad black mounted on its power-driven piston – Doreen was naked and all woman as she swung her body astride him.

That divine weight settled on his hips, her pussy on his pubis and her cleft bending back his erection. Gently she began rocking in their mocking of the only kind of sex he had yet to earn from her. Freed at last of any gown, spandex, latex or lingerie, her similarly interminably off-limits tits seemed to burgeon by the instant, swelling huge and ripe and unbelievably enticing with every heavier breath. Would Karl forever be the starveling at a harvest feast?

Okay, he’d finally been allowed to make love to the nipples, and to tongue-bathe their entirety. He remembered how pendulously they’d hung straight down, one cream-colored udder after another conforming to the face it rested on while he suckled up at her, as greedy as she’d ever been while milking his balls.

He’d been buried in those boobs incidentally quite a lot too while being pegged out of his mind all the time. Still he wasn’t satisfied. Doreen had yet to actually ravish Karl with her endowment as she’d once offered to – and he had so stupidly sacrificed in his futile rebellion. That had been especially costly as he had craved that very thing almost since his first glimpse into her abyssal cleavage over two long years ago.

He badly wanted to sit honored and exalted and perfectly subservient while she beat and abused him with those big fleshy badges of her inherently dominant femininity. He wished he would have begged Krista to do the same thing with her smaller but pointier ones.

It was about the purest kind of rapture he could imagine, the ultimate submissive heaven. And if he couldn’t make his hands pleasure all that quintessentially womanly flesh for her, his meekly accepting face would suffice. What better way to convey the depth of his reverence?

Karl let his haunted ogling speak all of this for him. Equally wordlessly, his incredibly generous Goddess finally granted this longstanding prayer.

Still grinning a little, Doreen stroked his cheek. She cupped his jaw momentarily, and tweaked his lower lip in that way she had (right at the spot that spilled so much drool). She used both hands to lovingly pet his head and smooth back his androgynously braided hair. Then without warning she roughly wrenched him toward her even as she shoved her torso forward.

This was no soothing-after-a-nightmare nursing, no indulgent reward for being a self-trained cocksucker. It wasn’t even the foreplay of ordinary lovers. Exactly as he’d fantasized, Nurse Drake proceeded thrash Karl with all that voluptuous succulence.

She slapped him right and left and back again a thousand times.

She smothered him in between, crushed and ground her breasts against him individually and together until he was pitilessly subjugated.

Nipples so hard he feared for his eyeballs scored and scraped his cheeks, abrading his lips repeatedly but never pausing long enough for him to more than lick or slobber on.

She drew back a bit to batter him again, twisting her torso as vigorously as an odalisque. She even laughed as she let him have it, beating him about the face with those big firm fat-bulbs even harder before going back to squashing and burying him between them.

Nearly swooning in excitement at this long-sought acme, the trapped monster shrieking as it was stroked almost flat, Karl might have been lost forever in just the rapturous paradise he’d posited. But finally as spots of anoxia were beginning to bloom and he truly was in danger of a swoon, his head was yanked back out of the compressive envelopment he would gladly have perished in rather than go to the state home.

Gasping and even hiccupping in reaction, Karl gazed up past the boobs still poised to bracket and belabor him and met his Goddess’ gaze grinning down. His timid piety was boundless and instinctive.

“Was it as good for you as your teenage craving always dreamed it would be darling?”

“No words can encompass your glory, Goddess.”

“Well, that’s all until Maui, little slut. There you will get unlimited tits.”

“I shall enjoy them with proper deference then, ma’am.”

“See that you do, you devil, you.

“All right then, my favorite patient-lover ever, it’s time for me to break my word, both to you and to myself. It’s time to violate the rules and the protocol and longstanding practice as well. I swore I wouldn’t do this, but the circumstances have changed. And you are the most special of special cases.

“Given your history, this might be what you truly need the most. I certainly can’t turn my back on the possibility. Perhaps I can blow your mind enough to cure you. And to be honest, I just can’t help myself. If everything fails at the end, I could never live with sending you off to the state home without this. You truly have earned it, whether you ever recover or not. Needlessly crippled as you are my darling, you have proved to be so worthy of this!”

Karl was still so love-struck-punch-drunk from the extravagant gratification of the year’s second-most maddening constant craving, most torturous sexual teasing, that he didn’t follow all this fast enough to understand that the primary one was now to be gratified. Half the attention in his addled head was on the way Nurse Drake was slowly humping against him: sliding the groove of her sex along his painfully back-bent, constantly rocking monster.

Say what you will about the appeal of penetration, and Karl could have written a dissertation. But games and needs and fetishes aside he was still a hetero guy, and what could feel better than this inch-from-the-ultimate-honor?

If he’d had time, Karl wouldn’t have dared to posit the honor itself. He might have mentioned his spectacular last-bath blow-job earlier. But at the simultaneous finish of her momentous address and one of those deliciously slippery strokes, Doreen lifted and shifted a bit. With only an inkling of imminence, the monster slid not from snout to root along clit to cleft yet again as it had done to near madness so many times past. Instead this stroke it poked between those suddenly spreading petals and slipped straight up deep inside. Before he could truly credit it the miraculous had happened: Karl was socketed to his Goddess.

His instinctive panic was quickly stanched by the cry of ecstatic relief she released, so eloquent of an equally maddening complementary imperative finally being appeased.

He hadn’t committed another sin. On the contrary, the gates of Olympus had been unexpectedly thrown open to him: definitive proof that his expiation was accepted.

Mounted solidly astride him after all this time, the Goddess who’d come to mean life and everything in it to him, the multi-iconic figure of so much female power and authority that he was as powerless mentally and emotionally before her as he was physically, screamed out a paean to herself and then breathed benediction on her subject.

“And so do I prove your worth! And so do I prove my love and devotion: with one last, best fuck before I send you off to redeeming dreamland. Yet why should we rely on just that? Why not try the ultimate incentive too? This is what awaits you on Maui darling, this and so much more. Now, your toes are curling, aren’t they?”

Karl found that this was true.

“Here is what I order you to do. As I accept your submission to female-superior fucking in wronged Krista’s name, as I enjoy the most treasured sex of my thirty-one years and truly show you what you’ve been missing in all your misguided guilt, try to keep those toes in mind.

“Keep trying to curl and uncurl them.

“They keep doing so anyway, don’t they? Try working a little will in there. Maybe in the intensity of another transformative coupling another breakthrough can begin with that. Please my darling, try with all your might to leave death behind and join me in wonderfully rewarding life! Make it so this is the first time we enjoy each other in this most fantastically natural and fulfilling way and not the last!”

This plea was so passionately delivered it was an anguish to Karl, and he immediately began straining in obedience. Then the most emotionally fraught, erotically intense and blessedly stimulating experience of his life resumed.

It was like being a virgin all over again, or an initiate to pegging. Suddenly all of his experience seemed obsolete.

Karl had had vaginal intercourse before, maybe even a couple dozen times. But apparently Eddie Murphy had been right in one of his early routines: eighteen year-olds don’t know how to fuck yet. And since all Karl’s experience had accrued while he was sixteen, that made him even more clueless. His idiotic selfishness in always being on top was unforgivable enough. (What the fuck had he been thinking?) But Eddie had the straight of it: he’d been so amazed just to find himself fucking that he’d wasted no time on subtleties. Just stick it in and fall right into the frantic business, over and done with in five minutes. Whew!

Sorry, foolish child, still eighteen for one more day. That’s not the way it’s done.

Her hands riding lightly on his shoulders, her lovely oval face all sultry possession, those big breasts bobbing gently again, so wise and mature in the ways of the world, fully adult older woman Doreen Drake took her sweet time with young Karl, her slow initiation of him a thing of undreamed-of sublimity.

Oh so sedately she pumped against him, her miracle channel hot and slick and feeling no tighter or looser than Krista had but simply heavenly. So much for locker room assumptions. Once in a while she even paused and stiffened atop him while her vaginal muscles took over on their own, squeezing and even undulating along his embedded shaft in a virtuoso performance he knew damn well no high school girl had mastered. Then moaning with leisurely delight she began thrusting again, only gradually increasing the speed of her rhythm while constantly maintaining that doting eye contact.

“Curl and uncurl, baby, curl and uncurl,” she chanted in quiet reminder, and Karl redoubled his so far futile efforts. It was hard to keep conscientious when awash in erotic revelation. As Nurse Drake began to bring a little more vigor to her riding he finally realized that this was staggeringly better than the way he’d always done it. And not just because of the submissive frisson of being in the passive position, or the glories of those breasts bouncing right in his face. Just in sheer terms of the mechanics involved he was blown away.

This was no boring old straightforward in-and-out. As before she was rocking his cock back and forth, only this time inside of herself, so that he remained embedded but just pushed deeper with each stroke (and oh yes, it was so much deeper this way) all the while rubbing rhythmically on her own inner love-nub (at least to gauge by her growing cries). And still that pace kept gradually climbing, that incredible pleasure increasing, until Karl began to fear he’d never hold out long enough to satisfy her, much less conquer the ghost still mucking up his machine. Nor was that the only anxiety spicing this unbelievably exciting consummation. Running the gamut of all his other emotions – worship, euphoria, epiphany and gratitude foremost – Karl kept coming across the existential question: could he heal himself here?

Could his ecstatic submission to and infinite appreciation of female-superior intercourse finally relieve his guilt? Goddess posited this as proof positive that not only was his expiation accepted by the universal femininity that she represented but that it demonstrated yet again what a better man he’d become from the thoughtless and benighted boy who’d committed those sins. Still Karl harbored heretical thoughts.

Might the ghost of Krista within not be vengeful instead of approving? Here he was not only allowing another woman what he’d denied her but wallowing in it! It was just what drove her out of the window in that most impactful dream. Fighting back against this fear, Karl strove with all his love for both women, and all his abomination of the sentence he’d levied against himself, to curl his goddamn toes!

For a heart-stopping moment he thought it had worked. Proprioception told him that his toes were curling at the same time his motor cortex was commanding it. Before he could follow up though Doreen leaned forward a little in her escalation and a lock of hair flopped over her forehead to curl down alongside one flushed cheek.

Though it seemed a little thing, this was too much. Karl always found her unbearably sexy looking just this bit disheveled (his perfect nurse selflessly exerting herself on his behalf), much in the same way she found him irresistible in distress no doubt. The moment of possibility passed while he was so lustfully distracted. Then she was panting and really getting into it, heaving her body against him, her eyes glittering with unconscious demand.

So overwhelming was the moment, the atmosphere, the unbearably intense stimulation that when it was tainted by this lost opportunity a moment of grief as poignant as a knife slipped into Karl’s psychic vitals.

Was this to be the first or last time, damn it? All his hugely immoderate love and all the absolutely crushing loss to come almost wrenched a sob from him even during the honor and ecstasy of a lifetime. Unforgivably defeatist as it was, a hint of fatalism even infected him.

Best to just make the most of this unforgettable encounter. Even if he never healed, at least he’d had this year with her. And making love like this with such a fabulously desirable woman who truly loved him was a once-in-a-lifetime paradise many a guy would die for.

Then even as the incomparable Nurse Drake began to lose all restraint and fuck him with every iota of the seemingly near-infinite passion (and compassion) that formed the iconic female core of her, Karl heard her voice knell in memory with telepathic clarity.

I’d rather you live for it, little slut.

Suddenly spurred to a fury even as he was being ridden roughshod toward their second-ever mutual orgasm (“Ur, ur, ur, dah, dah, DAH!”), Karl took that selfless sentiment to heart like never before. With an impossible exertion fueled by the eruption building in his balls he ground his teeth and curled his toes tight and held them clenched like little fists as Doreen shrieked and thrashed and he spasmed and jerked and spurted his utterest essence so forcefully up into her. It wasn’t until she collapsed atop him in a heavenly avalanche of fecund femininity quivering with ecstasy that he relaxed his galvanic clench. He freed his gritted teeth, released a held breath -- and let his toes uncurl. They did.

Not daring to credit this yet, he tried again: curl, uncurl. They responded. Yet when he tried to leap up in triumph, to scoop his miracle-worker up in his arms and carry her away into whatever fantasy future he chose, nothing else happened. He still couldn’t move a finger. Just his toes: curl, uncurl, curl, uncurl. Caught between joy and dismayed perplexity, a conflicted groan ripped from him. Recognizing that tenor instantly, Nurse Drake banished her exhaustion just as fast. Her calling called, and she hauled her torso up off him.

“What darling, what?”

“My toes…”

She whipped her head around. Curl, uncurl. She gaped a moment and whirled back beaming.

“Darling! You did it! What about the rest? Come all the way back now!”

Before he could think she snatched up his hand and pressed it to her breast. This was another first of course, feeling the nipple nuzzling his palm, all that warm springiness under his fingers. Even as she urged him to he was trying to squeeze.

“Come on baby, grab onto me! Paw that tit, pinch it and twist it, pay me back for raping your ass!”

This sudden shocking crudity inspired Karl like madness and he tried, tried, tried!

It was no use. He groaned and was about to burst into tears again when Nurse Drake did something even more shocking. She slapped his face – not too hard, but not playfully either. After a year of the most outrageous beatings, this unprecedented physical rebuke got his attention immediately.

“Stop that, darling! You have got to start being more positive. Where is the boy I declared worthy of me? This is another fantastic breakthrough! It’s the eleventh hour, yes, but you are closer to being cured all the time.

“I completely expect your dreams tonight to do the trick. And if for some reason you don’t dream, or if you get woken prematurely like this morning, then I fully expect you to try again tomorrow, and every night you spend at that hell-hole.

“Do you hear me? I may be working on a deadline but you most certainly are not! If I have to turn you over to the state home, I want to see you kicking down my door the very next day. That’s the kind of guy I consider worthy of a trip to Hawaii!”

Goddess’ ire was unsupportable. Karl’s regret was honest and immediate. Flooded with shame he reached within and seized the reins.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just…this is a hell of a rollercoaster.”

That single lock still curling so fetchingly down, Doreen softened at once. Her love and wisdom were resplendent in her every word and gesture.

“I know baby, it’s okay. You just needed a little reminder. Let’s not forget that we just had the best sex of our lives, okay, or that we’re a huge step closer to doing it every day on the beach for two weeks.”

Karl grinned in spite of everything.

“Two weeks on the beach with you would burn any man down. You’ll probably put me right back in the wheelchair and we can start all over again.”

Doreen giggled and kissed him, and things were harmonious between them. She teased him as she reached for a nearby dispenser of sterile wipes.

“I should climb on your face and make you clean me up, you saucy boy. Or did you get enough demeaning already?”

“Save it for Maui, mistress. You can do whatever you want to me there.”

“I can do whatever I want to you right here,” she giggled again. “Isn’t that half the fun?”

Still as she slid off him Doreen used the wipes to catch any slitherings and tidy things hygienically up. She held the urinal for him and then slipped off to the bathroom with it. While she was relieving herself, Karl tried to share her confidence that if not accomplished tonight, his recovery was still all-but guaranteed.

His rational self had no problem with that. But somewhere inside lurked a superstitious fool that felt the magic could only happen right here in the bower of his Goddess. And besides, she should be there to kiss Karl Four welcome to the world.

Already riding a fading booze-buzz and post-coital languor into drowsiness, Karl took this for belief that it would be tonight indeed. The bed purred down flat and Doreen was back, cuddling under the covers against him.

“Good luck little slut,” she breathed with a kiss as she settled in.

Little slut, aka Karl Three, was already asleep.