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The Wrong Road Taken Part 11

Did you ever try to laugh while you were in the middle of a passionate kiss?

It's pretty damn awkward.

Walking back towards the house arm in arm, Lucretia and I managed to turn a five-minute walk into a nearly half-hour trek due to us having to stop every few minutes to play tonsil hockey.
Now I wasn't the most experienced lover, but I will say this: kissing Lucretia was the greatest feeling in the world.
Of course we had kissed before, but now it felt completely different.
The only thing that made a difference now was the fact that both Lucretia and I had opened up about how we felt about each other.

Entering the house, we were bombarded by guests to come and join them in a bit of fun in town.
A dozen or so guests wanted to go on a pub crawl.
Lucretia had to remind her guests what happened the last time such a gathering invaded the town and the reparations that Lucretia had to ante up to set things right with the town elders.
While the town folks never knew that the merrymakers were from deep in the woods or that they were practitioners of the arts, they just knew that they caused a lot of havoc in town, which was only mollified with large handfuls of cash from Lucretia.

Declining their offer, Lucretia and I secreted ourselves in her room.
Lucretia had crafted a very large "Do Not Disturb" sign that covered the entirety of the door to her room.
If anyone still didn't get the message, the mere presence of Tom and Jerry napping on the other side of her door should give them pause.
Taking a few minutes to catch our breath, Lucretia changed into a beautiful silk lace teddy.
Walking over to the window to close the drapes, I spied the other Gorth arrayed around the outside of our room, standing guard.

Turning back to the sound of her voice, my eyes lit up as I viewed her teddy

"Luke, come to me; I think it's time to further your education in the arts.
This is a series of lessons that should be on every student's syllabus."

"Well, Lucretia, what is the nature of these lessons? After all, you have been a most excellent teacher so far.
I can't begin to imagine anything we haven't covered before."

"Oh Luke, this is a PhD-level course.
It's called "Making Lucretia insane with lust," subtitled, "Take me, and make me yours."

"Ah, professor, now I see where my education has been lacking."

Stepping up to Lucretia, I slipped my arms under her back and knees while lifting her from the ground, tossing her ass onto the bed as it bounced from her hard landing.
Throwing myself atop Lucretia the bed managed to stay intact after the earthquake I created upon landing.
Twenty minutes of the most intense kissing I had ever been the recipient of convinced me that the passion Lucretia had held in check for all these years was now coming to the forefront.
During the next three hours, we destroyed the sheets, the mattress, and the bed frame.
I think we spent as much time laughing as we did making love.

And just as suddenly the sun was streaming through the windows, forcing the two of us to pry open our eyes to face the new day.
Grabbing Lucretia by the wrist, I pulled her into the shower to soak in the warm rain dropping from the shower head.
As we stepped into the shower, I thought it was such a shame that we had to rinse off the smell that our lovemaking had imbued us with.
Turning her around and placing her hands upon the wall with instructions to leave them there, I soaped up my hands and began to wash her back, starting from the nape of her neck and working my way downwards.
Once at her feet, I wound my hands up around her legs, coming to a halt between her...
Spending the next few minutes teasing her clit, I was able to make her howl.

God, I loved this woman; if all I was privileged to do was to wash her in the mornings from here on out, I would be OK.
Once Lucretia had returned the favor, we dried each other off, fashioned clothes for ourselves, and ventured out to see the guests.