Of Rivers and Religion Ch. 01

And then I remembered, remembered the painful truth that that was something that he had never actually had the chance to do before that evening. Yes, they had held a ceremony, but having been deprived of the chance to say goodbye to their physical forms, he had been denied the opportunity for any real closure. He later told me that was why he would sit for hours by himself in that garage. So he could be with them. Had there been a burial, maybe the healing could have started years ago. Who knows? But until that night, he had never actually said goodbye.

When he finished, we silently walked back into the house hand in hand. When we got back into the den, he spoke again. The pain was still there, but he was smiling bleakly now, smiling at me with a sense of gratitude. Still, in some absurd way, I could also tell that he was proud, proud of himself, of the progress he had just made.

"Thank you." It was all he would say that night about what had just happened, but the next morning as we sat on his bed embracing, he thanked me more properly, and when he spoke again about the catharsis, there could be no denying the depth of his gratitude.

But for now, the emotions were too raw to be released and could only glow silently and dimly in the deep recesses of his psyche, like the tiny flame at the bottom of the water heater that shone in the darkness in the corner of his crowded garage. Instead, we picked up where we had left off before his breakdown.

"Would you like me to refresh your glass of wine, Lily? This night is supposed to be your celebration, is it not?"

"Yes, I guess it is! I'd love some more wine!"

So we returned to the couch and continued drinking, talking about literature and criticism, and the incredible array of memorable songs of every genre that spilled from his stereo system. Soon we were both completely relaxed, and the wine began to work its magic.

When John Fahey's great instrumental rendition of the old hymn In Christ There Is No East or West came on, Dave suddenly erupted with amazement, "Oh my god, I just realized something! Your title -- Of Rivers and Religion -- you got that from John Fahey, didn't you?"

"Of course, I thought you knew that!"

"I knew the title was the same as the Fahey record, but at the time, I had no idea that you had any knowledge of old, folk records, much less John Fahey. I just thought it was a coincidence. But tonight I learned of a whole new side of you that I did not know existed, and so when I heard this song, I made the connection! You're incredible, Lily! How can such a wise, old soul be housed in such an incredible package!"

And then, I could see it in his eyes, and I knew that in seconds he would be kissing me again, and this time I knew there was no stopping us. "Forgive me for my shameless superficiality, but you are a stunningly beautiful woman, Lily Williams! I hope you can excuse my lack of self-control, but I want desperately to kiss you right now!"

"I don't think I could forgive you if you didn't kiss me!"

And so Dave pulled my lips to his, and when he did, an even stronger voltage of the same electricity that had shot through me an hour or so ago coursed again through every inch of my flesh, and in short order, I felt a flood of arousal bathe my pussy. He planted dozens of kisses on my ears and neck, and then I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse, and soon he was licking and gently biting my shoulders and my breasts through my bra.

Seeing his vulnerability had unmasked my own, and I now found myself begging again, pleading with him to share his body with me. "I need you to make love to me, Dave. I need you inside me!"

I could tell he was a little embarrassed by what I had said, but my plea prompted a question from him as he searched my face for what he already knew was affirmation, "Lily, would you like to retreat to my bedroom?" My mouth didn't answer, but my eyes did.

So as he held me from behind with his hands still wrapped around my waist and his lips still running kisses all over my ears, neck, and shoulders, we shuffled slowly out of the room and down two hallways to the other side of the house and the master bedroom.

Once inside, Dave began undressing me, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and removing it and unzipping my skirt and slipping it around my slender hips and down my legs until I was able to step out of it. Now I was nearly naked to him -- my large breasts pushing their way up and out of my bra, exposing all the cleavage I had to offer, and my excited pussy and semi-trimmed bush covered only by my boy panties.

The glow from a nearby streetlight and a nearly full moon streamed through two windows that occupied the two outside walls of the room and flooded it with soft, blue light. As we stood next to his bed, he brushed my hair from my face with his left hand, while he again brought my lips to his, and, as he kissed me with implausible passion, his right hand slid furtively inside my panties, down through my muff, until I felt his middle finger enter me, and when it did, I emitted a reflexive and prolonged groan -- "Oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" -- and a flood of juices that bathed his invading digit.

As suddenly as it had entered me, that finger left me again, and I groaned once more, this time with disappointment. Then, he pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and without removing it, he began licking, sucking and nibbling my nipples, while I moaned my approval.

And then, with my arms wrapped securely around his neck, and as gently as I think was humanly possible, Dave lifted my legs off the floor and lay me down in the center of his bed. Then, he crawled between my legs, and pulled my panties from around my waist, down my thin legs, and off.

I was trembling with anticipation, and then I felt his lips again, this time kissing his way between my legs all the way from the insides of my knees, up my slim thighs, over the wispy brown muff that covered my pubic mound, down and around my ass cheeks, until finally, after what seemed like about 10 minutes, I felt his breath on my sex and then his wet tongue entered my sopping slit. I thought I would cum on the spot -- it felt so indescribably good -- and though, I knew that it wouldn't take me long, Dave made it clear that he was going to extend my pleasure for as protracted a length of time as he could with his slow and deliriously gratifying mouth play.

I felt his tongue move slowly up my delicate inner lips; then it swirled around my clit hood, before sliding back down my wet opening. Then, he began planting gentle kisses all over -- my slippery slit, inner thighs, bush, and clitoris, before going back to his earlier technique, running his tongue up and down my now gushing hole. Though I had no control over them, I began to realize I was softly producing these sensual whimpering sounds as I felt my passion growing.

And then his finger entered me again, and again, I let out a loud, sensuous groan, "Ooohhh Jeeesssuuusss!" With his palm turn upward, he began probing my tight canal with one and, soon after, a second finger, and then he began caressing the hard, rough surface of my g-spot on the front of my pussy wall, which provoked new and heretofore unknown pleasures deep within me. I didn't know that place, hadn't explored it myself, but it was only the first of several discoveries about my sexuality that Dave led me to experience that night.

And then I felt his lips wrap around my clit hood, and he sucked that long, delicate fold of skin deeply into and out of his mouth over and over again, until I could feel my pink pearl emerging from its hiding place.

I was writhing now against his more urgent ministrations, lifting my hips off the mattress so that I could grind my sex against his inquisitive fingers, darting tongue, and saliva and arousal-coated lips, grunting incomprehensible sounds, as my muscles began spasming involuntarily.

And then the tip of his tongue began making contact -- flicking ever so lightly across my button -- and soon I screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" and my climax began to roll through me, moving from that tiny, pink knob outward like rings of electrified sensation that were spreading as ripples, as if he had dropped my pebble into still waters sending halos of seismic pleasure radiating out from my nexus in concentric circles that grew in size and potency as each moved through every inch of my body.

I rode my climax for a long, long time -- almost a minute, I would guess -- as Dave slowed, but did not cease the resolute work of his fingers, mouth, and tongue. I had never experienced sexual gratification so powerful before, and what proved even more amazing was the fact that that first orgasm was a harbinger of every other climax that I was to reach that night -- enormous, potent waves of sustained carnal bliss that washed through and over me over the next hour.

When my quaking finally ceased, I opened my eyes to see Dave pulling his face away from my overheated sex. My arousal had wetted his mouth and nose, and his trimmed beard glistened with my juices.

Nick had been a kind and gentle lover, but my first time was his first time as well, so while we both took great care to help each other to explore our sexual desires, neither of us really knew what to do, and the orgasms, though they came, were impotent and feeble in comparison to what I had just experienced.

I stared up at Dave with what I suspect was a frightened look. I didn't know that sexual pleasure could be so overwhelming, and because I was unused to such passion, I'm certain my face suggested fear. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but his compassionate side quickly showed itself nonetheless, "Lily, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no, of course not! It's just that I've never cum like that before! I didn't know an orgasm could be so strong! That was unbelievable!"

He smiled, and then, in the dim blue light, I saw him unbutton and remove his shirt, and I suddenly felt like I needed to return the favor. So I reached for his belt and began to undo it, and then I unzipped his jeans. "I want to take you in my mouth," I announced in a breathy voice.

"Lily, are you sure? You don't have to."

"Of course I don't have to, but I want to! Just lie back against the pillows and let me suck you!"

Now it was Dave that looked a little frightened, but he did as I asked, and soon I had pulled his jeans and his boxer briefs off his thin hips, and his slender body lay across the bed bathed in the sapphire tint of the light outside.

I had given Nick blowjobs every time we had been together, and I had done some experimenting when he asked me to try different things to satisfy him with my mouth, but that night I went further than I ever had before because I wanted so desperately to please Dave. In the end, I guess I tried too hard.

His cock was already erect and really hard, and I could see a tiny drop of pre-cum dripping down the side of his mushroom head. He was breathing really deeply, and I knew he had become really excited watching me cum.

I knelt between his legs, just as he had done to me only minutes before, and as I ran my tongue up his entire length for the first time, I could see him watching me pleasure him. His eyes would not leave me throughout my oral efforts, and I took my cues from him and tried my best to stare deep into his soul as I used my mouth to stimulate him.

His cock was nicely sized, though it wasn't huge. I suspect that he was just a little bigger than Nick had been. While I guessed him to be about seven inches long, his girth was modest, and I didn't have trouble taking his thickness into my mouth.

I was really surprised when I discovered that his pubic hair had been trimmed really short and his balls and his cock were shaved smooth. I later found out that he always maintained that "manicured" look. I had never seen a man's junk exposed as his was, much less so well kept, and the fact that Dave was 60 years old at the time only made this reality more astounding.

I decided that night that I liked this a lot because a man's genitals smell so clean and fresh when they're shaved, and then when I began using my mouth on his balls and found out how much more pleasant it was not to have deal with pubic hair that felt like steel wool, I decided it was a really nice gesture for a man to do such a thing for his woman.

I liked how they felt on my tongue when I started to lick his balls, and the moans of approbation that Dave emitted when I did so told me that he liked the feeling more than I did. I started to suck them into my mouth, and I could tell that he was even more turned on, but then he repeated himself, "Lily, are you sure..." but when he didn't finish that thought, I just kept going. After he was breathing really fast, I decided to go back to sucking his cock, and I was pretty sure at that point that I could make him cum with my mouth, something I had never done for Nick.

I also hadn't ever deep throated a cock before that night, but I wanted so much to prove myself to Dave that I started to take him more deeply into my mouth, until I soon realized that his engorged helmet was beginning to slide into my throat. I began gagging, which honestly didn't bother me all that much. I knew it would just take some time for me to get used to it, and I knew that I needed to coat his cock with more saliva if I was to do this in an effective and slightly less vulgar manner. But then he stopped me. "No, Lily, you don't have to do that!"

"But I want to! I want to make you cum with my mouth, just like you made me cum!" I know that I sounded pretty juvenile when I said that, but what can I say?

"I don't think that is possible anyway, but I don't feel right about you doing what you're doing. It's too... I don't know...." He didn't really finish his thought again -- I think he found the discussion embarrassing -- but I understood his meaning: he felt that my gagging on his erect penis and my sucking his balls into my mouth was debasing me in some way, and he was far too kind a man to allow that to happen.

So he decided to change the discussion to a less uncomfortable subject, saying gently, "I would rather be inside you, if you don't mind." Mind! Why in the hell would I mind, I thought to myself? He had already given me more pleasure than I thought possible, and he knew the terrain, so to speak, far better than I did. Besides, I trusted him, so I resolved to let him take control. Well, sort of.

The next morning Dave told me that in the handful of sexual encounters that he had had since his wife's death, he had suffered from erectile dysfunction each time, and he hadn't been able to experience an orgasm in any of those situations. That had left him sad and frustrated, he said, and even lonelier than before.

But I didn't know about that at the time, and while he may not have been able to keep it up in those other encounters, that problem sure as hell didn't appear to be an issue on that particular evening. He was still as hard as a rock, so I shimmied my way astride his legs and crawled on top of him. Once my sex was hovering over his erection, I lifted one knee up and placed my foot flat on the mattress so that I could slide his cock, still wet with my saliva, into my already creamy pussy.

As soon as his distended head entered my wetness, I dropped my knee back to the mattress and impaled myself on his spike all at once. He slid into me to the hilt, and in synchronized harmony, we both elicited long, sensuous groans, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh my god!" I continued, "You feel so good inside me! I know you're going to make me cum again!" I was looking into his eyes now, and though it was disguised by his desire and longing, I could see just a tiny kernel of self-satisfaction on his face. I knew that it pleased him greatly to be able to make me cum.

Before I had a chance to start moving, Dave lifted his hands in front of him, so that his elbows rested on the mattress next to his torso, and with his palms facing up, creating a flat surface, and with the fingers on each hand spread apart so as to interlock with my own, I somehow instinctively understood his offer. I reached my own hands out to his, so that I could rest my weight on his supporting hands.

And then I began moving. I started slowly at first, but because I could gain leverage from his hands, I soon began rocking as far forward as my frame could manage and grinding my hips into him, as I was twerking my willowy ass on his firm pole. As I did, he leaned forward too, moving his mouth until he soon caught one of my breasts with his lips, and he began sucking my nipple fervently as I rode him.

It didn't take me long. I was sliding up and down his entire length, and grinding my clitoris against his pubic bone, and after five minutes or so, I was reaching another peak. I announced my intentions far more loudly than I expected. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again! Oh! Oohh! Ooohhh! Oooohhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" More spasms rocked my slender frame, and again I rode a second intoxicating orgasm to conclusion atop Dave's stiff cock and strong hands.

And before I had had a chance to come down from my climax, he released his lock on my hands and, with both of his, he pushed my knees backwards until I was lying flat on his chest with my big tits mashed against his chest and his full erection still deep inside me.

Before I knew what was happening, Dave had rolled me sideways until we had exchanged places, and he was on top of me, thrusting rhythmically into my pussy and moaning quietly. Though I knew nothing of his earlier problems with ED, I somehow instinctively knew that when he came that night it would be explosive, but for now, I couldn't think of anything except how good his cock was making me feel.

Soon he was bracing himself on the bed with his arms fully extended as they straddled my breasts. His legs were close together between my thighs and his toes were fully extended so that his meager heft was supported only by my hips, ass, and pussy as well as the tops of his feet and his outstretched arms, forcing him to arch his back severely as he raised his face to the skies while he thrust himself into me.

An odd thought seeped into my brain, whether consciously or unconsciously, Dave had positioned himself into a yoga pose -- Upward Facing Dog -- something that I was learning to do myself in the university required Physical Education course that I was taking that semester, largely against my will. I guess it wasn't surprising that instead of bowling or archery, or some other such nonsense, I had chosen yoga to satisfy the requirement. It had actually been really good for me, and I ended up liking it a lot.

The effect of this position was that a good deal of Dave's weight was pushing against my core, and it felt unbelievably good because now he was grinding his pubic bone against my clit as he increased the tempo of his deep thrusts. He was incredibly lithe and agile, and I marveled at the physical stamina that it took to fuck like this for as long as we did. I couldn't believe he was 60 years old.

He kept himself in that same position for perhaps as much as 30 minutes, and though I had already cum twice, he would bring me off two more times fucking me in that contorted pose. After about 15 minutes, I came again, screaming my release as my pussy unleashed another flood of arousal.

But Dave seemed to be on a spiritual quest now, evidenced most clearly by his heavenward gaze, and when he didn't look down at me at all as I groaned my way through that climax, I wondered for one brief, but strange moment, whether this search for enlightenment wasn't a lot like Huck Finn's -- something was there, but neither could tell exactly what it was. Then, another strange thought hit me -- maybe he was praying, and if so, I wondered, to whom? -- Shiva? Buddha? God? His dead wife?