Chapter Six

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Brian had recovered enough to continue.



"I was taking a class in psychology and Wanda was also in that class.  She was

quite good, in fact she aced all the tests without trying too hard.  I did not

occur to me until much later, that she seemed to know a little too much about

hypnotism for a high school student."



A lightbulb came on in my head.  That would explain some of the things that

happened with Brian and Wanda later.



Brian had already stated that he hated Wanda, and he did, but nonetheless, one

day I went over to his house and heard loud moans and whimpers from the back

yard.  Since this was right after school, neither of his parents were home yet,

so I decided to investigate  (you know - junior secret agent and all that).



I opened the door to the back yard, and there was Wanda fucking Brian!  I could

not believe my eyes.  I started to tear up and ran back home.   I decided this

would be the time to ask him about that.



"Brian, you said you hated Wanda.'"  he nodded.  "If that is the case, why were

you fucking her after school during our junior year?"



Lynda and Brian both looked shocked.   Ingrid was staring open-mouthed.



Brian spat out "I never fucked Wanda - I could not even touch that bitch unless

it would be to pull all her hair out by the root."  Why would you make that

up..."



All of a sudden the same lightbulb that had went off in my head, went off in both

Brian's and Lynda's heads.  Ingrid, however, was still mystified.



"Ingrid, honey (it just slipped out), hypnotism can make people see or do things

they would not normally do."



The radiant look I got from the "honey", answered any doubts I may still have had

about Ingrid and me.  I also knew that I no longer loved Wanda,  I wonder if I

ever really did.



Brian was seething on the couch, but I think Lynda was even madder.  I have not

heard such language from a woman in my life and it was now Ingrid's and my turn

to try and calm Brian and Lynda down.



Lynda finally calmed down enough to attempt to speak.



"Now things are really starting to make sense to me.  I always knew somewhere in

the back of my mind that I was not really a lesbian.  I was probably bi-sexual,

but somehow that BITCH (she screamed that - I was worried about Little Lynda, so

was Brian so he went up to check) removed the male part of my desires!   She

screwed up my life so much it is truly amazing that Brian and I still ended up

together."



Brian had now brought Little Lynda down, who, of course, had woken up when her

mother had screamed.  Both Brian and Lynda went up to confort the little girl and

put her back to sleep.



I turned to Ingrid.  "We can go to your place now, if you'd like.  I have already

found out as much about Wanda as I want to for one night and I would much rather

be seeing you home."



Ingrid and I told Brian, who had come back down that were leaving, but we invited

them over the following night if they could get a sitter.  Brian said his mother

would jump at the chance to sit for Little Lynda.



As I walked out to the car with Ingrid, I had to ask her  "Why did you come back

here?  Was it the job, or was it me?"



She looked at me with heat in her eyes and breathed  "I'll answer that when you

get me home."



Needless to say, it was a good thing no cops were out at that time of night, or I

would have been in jail for about a month.  As we were driving, Ingrid was

teasing me by slowly lowering her top down by scooting around in the seat.  My

cock was threatening to rip a hole in my pants.



We arrived at her apartment.  Thank God she lived downstairs.  I would have hated

to climb stairs with the hard on I now had.



The minute we were in her apartment and the door was shut and locked, I grabbed

for her.  She kissed me hard saying "I've waited so long for this, Geo, please

take me in the bedroom and fuck me all night long.  I'm calling in sick tomorrow.

 I want to be exhausted by tomorrow night".



I didn't think I could get any harder, but I did.  I began removing my clothes

and Ingrid was matching me item for item.  I don't know who won the race, but we

were in her bed in about five minutes flat.



I wanted to suck her boobs and eat her cunt, but she just shook her head, no 

"Please put it in.  We both need a good fuck right now.  We can foreplay later."



Who was I to refuse such a great offer?  I slid into the wettest cunt I had ever

been in (all right, it was the ONLY cunt I had ever been in), and began to slide

in and out to the rythmic moans of Ingrid.  She came when I put my dick in, she

came when I reached the bottom, and she came when I started sucking her right

boob.  Her boobs were dreaming material.  I mean, most women who have large

boobs, start to get a bit of a sag as they get older.  Not Ingrid, they were just

as proud and juttting as they had been when she was seventeen, and they tasted

even better, like peaches.



"Ingrid, what did you do to your boobs?  They taste like peaches." I managed to

gasp in between thrusts.



She was also gasping  "Just a little something I found in a sex shop in

Copenhagen.  I hoped you'd get to taste it.  I bought it thinking of you and this

slab of meat pounding into me."



God I loved dirty talk when fucking, and I knew Ingrid loved it, too.  "Okay,

sweet bitch, I'm going to really start pounding you now!  No more Mr. Nice Guy!!"



She giggled  "You promise??"



"Yeah.  You're gonna be so sore by tomorrow, you're gonna need a full massage

just to take the pain away.  I'll gladly volunteer to be the masseuse."



"Plug away, honey,  I'm close again.....fill me up....I need some cum....I

haven't felt this way in seven years....oh yeah, honey....here I come again!!!!"



That was all it took.  I was gonna cum and cum hard.  I started to pull out, but

Ingrid had other ideas.  She clamped her legs around me and kept me inside her,

gasping "I'm on the Pill, don't worry".  I came like had never cum before.  I

must have shot enough to fill her up twice, and she was still grasping and

clutching my dick with her cunt walls.  She was coming again just from the force

of my cum shooting into her.  I finally started to go soft and began to pull out,

but she whimpered, begging me to leave it in there.  She wanted to get me hard

with just her cunt muscles.



We had a few minutes to talk while I recharged my batteries and Ingrid came down

off the plateau she had beeen on.



"Ingrid, honey, what did you mean when you said you hadn't felt this way in seven

years?  You did some screwing after we parted, didn't you?  I've heard all the

stories about stewardesses, and as good as you look, you probably had to keep

track with a book."  I chuckled, but I was concerned that she was just comparing

me to all the other guys she'd probably been screwing, and I knew I would come

out second best.



"Geo, those stories about stewardesses are mostly myths.  We have a lot of

opportunities for sure, but that doesn't mean we have to take advantage of them. 

I never went all the way with any of the guys I dated, and I never did more than

a blowjob or handjob.  You are the only person I've ever let in my cunt.  I never

wanted anybody else but you, and seven years away from you just made me miss you

even more.  If this job opportunity hadn't come up, I would have probably quit

and moved back here anyway.  There was nothing more I wanted in Copenhagen.  My

life was, and I hope, will be with you, sweetheart.   I love you, Geo with all my

heart."



I couldn't speak, hell I couldn't even think.  This was overwhelming.  Here was

Ingrid telling me that she didn't want anybody else in her life, and not even

expecting me to say the same thing back to her.  She probably figured that this

was the only chance that she would have of winning me away from Wanda.  What she

didn't know, and I hadn't realized until just now, was that I felt the same way

about her.  I probably always had, but Wanda kept getting in the way.  Damn I

hated that woman.



I had to tell her.  I had to say it.  "Ingrid, I have only one thing to say to

that."



I got up off the bed and got down on my knees.  "Ingrid, will you marry me?  I

feel the same way about you.  Wanda kept me from having you once, and I'll be

damned if I'll let her do that again."



Ingrid was the one who couldn't speak, now.  She tried but her voice wouldn't

work.  She just nodded her head, with the happiest look I had ever seen on a

woman's face.  She finally found her voice.  "YES, YES, YES, YES,  OH GOD, YES!  

 I can't believe this, dreams really do come true!"



We kissed again, and I was now hard again too.  I took one look at the gorgeous

cunt spread out before me, and started into feast on my ration of pussy.  This

time there was no protest from Ingrid.  I looked into her face for a minute, and

she smiled down on me and said with contentment  "Finally, I'm complete.  I have

what I've needed for so long.".  Well, that felt good to hear!  As I was

concentrating on the sight and feelings of her cunt, I noticed the distinct smell

and flavor of apricot mixed in with both of our cums.  I looked up at her again,

licked my lips and said  "Was there something apricot flavored in that shop, too?

 Either that, or you have a small tree growing down here."



Ingrid laughed and said  "One thing I'll say for Copenhagen, they sure know what

to sell in their sex shops.  I almost bought out the store when I heard you were

coming back home.  I have some more surprises for you later, too"



Ingrid pushed me off her, finally after coming at least twice and proceeded to

give me a blowjob that I would remember for days, but she didn't let me come.  I

wanted to so bad, but Ingrid wanted my dick somewhere else even worse.  She

shoved me back on the bed and straddled me.  She sunk down on my rod with her

cunt and impaled herself all the way.  I was looking up at the glorious sight of

two 44Ds above my head moving and shaking with Ingrid's movements.  I was

babbling incoherently and reached up to suck one of them while I squeezed the

other.  Ingrid went nuts.  She was pounding me into the bed - I didn't have to do

a thing - SHE was fucking me.  She came loudly and often - I stopping counting at

three, but I was still good for a few more minutes.  Finally, I could hold back

no longer and came with a torrent of cum all up inside her filling her up.  She

came again and collapsed on me, her boobs on either side of my face.  I would

have gladly suffocated right there and been a happy corpse.  She finally pulled

herself off me and gave me an exhausted, happy look.



Ingrid started for the bathroom, and said "Wait right there, don't move, I'll be

right back."  She came back out with her panties back on , holding a white box. 

I was curious about both the box and the panties.



"Honey, are you done for the night?  Why the panties, and what's in the box?"



"I am exhausted right now, and I need to rest a little.  The panties are so I

don't lose any of your precious cum from my soaked pussy, until we are both ready

to be refilled.  (I smiled at that, that was just kinky enough to turn me on

again,  Ingrid saw and giggled.)  I can see I'm not gonna get to rest too much,

but I don't care."  The box is for you, honey."



I took the box and opened it.  In it was the panties that I had removed from her

the first time we made love.  They had not been cleaned and were permanently

soiled.  They weren't smelly, though, they had the same peaches scent as her

boobs did.  "Why did you save this, Ingrid?"



"It was a reminder to me of how much you mean to me.  I swore to myself I would

never wash those panties until we were together again, and I haven't.  That box

has not left me since we've been apart, and now I don't need it anymore."  She

grabbed the panties, and was going to rip them up.  I stopped her.  "Don't do

that.  I want you to keep them.  It makes me feel so proud and honored that you

would do that for me.   Let's keep them as a momento of us."



That earned me a wet sloppy kiss and I loved every minute of it.



She called her boss and told her that she wouldn't be in that day.  She said she

was coming down with something (yah, my cock in her pussy at the time), and that

she would be in tomorrow.  By the time that next night rolled around, we called

Brian and Lynda, and told them the news, we also begged off the meeting as we

were both exhausted, just like Ingrid wanted.  Lynda laughed and said "I knew you

two were right for each other.  Hope you'll be as happy as Brian and I are." 

Ingrid smiled at me and said to Lynda  "I am not happy, I am complete."  I kissed

her then, we hung up the phone, and went another round.



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