SERIES TITLE  : Monterey
CHAPTER/TITLE : 2/9 One Good Man, part 1/3. Strand A.
AUTHOR        : Black Widow
EMAIL         : bw@l...
FEEDBACK      : Please? Pretty please? Fucking gimme!
SUMMARY       : One good man ain't much, it's only everything.
SPOILERS      : None. 
RATING        : NC-17
PAIRING       : Joyce/Xander
DISCLAIMER    : The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
                Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and Greenwolf Productions, 20th
                Century Fox, the WB Network, and whoever else may have a
                hold on them. The situation is wholly mine, and I do
                not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.
ARCHIVE/DIST  : You want it, take it. Just send me an email to let me know
NOTES         : The original story, henceforth known as 'Strand A'. 
                PWP. Grab a box of kleenex and try not to sneeze.
                Lyrics: 'One Good Man', Patti Smith.

*

    An' I don't want much outa life,
    I never wanted a mansion in the South.
    I just-a want to find someone sincere
    Who'd treat me like he talks,
    One good man.
    Oh honey don't you know that I've been looking.
    Oh, one good man
    Ain't much, honey it ain't much,
    Oh, it's only everything.

***

Joyce looked in to the eyes of an eighteen year old boy. Dammit, she
wanted an eighteen year old boy in the shape of Rupert, not...

"Xander, hello, um..." she held the door open. Buffy had made sure she
never invited anyone into her house anymore. Not that she ever had the
chance to invite anyone into her house these days.

"Thanks, Mrs Summers," stepping inside with a smile.

"What can I do for you?" She saw him blush slightly and look down at
his feet for a second. What was it that made an innocent question...
was it an innocent question? Her pulse was still racing and she was
still feeling the high...

"Actually I was looking for Buffy. Will mentioned that she'd come back
'cos of that roomie of hers." He saw her expression cloud and a hint
of sadness appear. "Are you okay Mrs Summers?"

The look in his eyes surprised her - he really did care. "Oh, I'm...
No, Buffy didn't stop. She's off somewhere with Mr Giles or with
Willow." She was still feeling the need...

"Sure. The G-man, I mean Mr Giles keeps her busy and with being at
college and everything..." Joyce couldn't keep the sadness from
showing. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sorry, Xander. It's just a bit hard, with Buffy away..." he could
comfort her. He could...

"Oh, I never thought, I'm always... um..." hoping the ground would
swallow him up. "I should, ah..."

"No, it's not your fault. It's just a mother's... you know after all
these years... suddenly not having Buffy around. Then after all the,
ah, slaying things and when she didn't... after... with Angel." She
looked at Xander, biting his lip, not knowing what to do. He hardly
reacted, except when she said Buffy wasn't around. Had he looked at
her as if... "Oh dear, I'm making a fool of myself," as much for her
sake as for his.

She could see the concerned look on Xander's face, as if part of him
wanted to run and another part wanted to stay. The way he looked at
her and then looked away. "Um. Mrs Summers?"

"Oh, I'm sorry dear," reaching out and taking his hand. If he didn't
pull his hand away... could she? She still felt the flush from... she
needed... and she knew how to... dare she? 

*

Xander felt awkward. He could see the faraway look in her eyes,
probably thinking of Buffy, what could he do? He squeezed her hand,
trying to be reassuring. "Um. Mrs Summers?"

Absent-mindedly she led him to the sofa and sat down. "It doesn't
matter how much you think you're prepared... the house seems so empty,
so quiet." She looked around wistly, then at him. "Oh, you poor
thing," now clasping his hand in both of hers, seeing the confused
look on his face, "what must you be thinking?"

He was thinking how nice his hand felt held in hers. "Um..." looking
away. "Would you like some company? Um, I mean since um, Buffy er, and
I um, if it would help?"

"If you really don't mind listening to the ravings of a silly old
woman?" 

"Oh, you're not old," he blurted out, blushing.

"Thank you Xander", smiling. Leaning back into the sofa she rested
his hand on her leg and let out a sigh. After a few moments of
reflection, "You don't mind, do you?"

Xander shook his head. Actually all he minded was his hand on Joyce as
she absently rubbed his hand against her leg, and all he could hear
was the blood pounding in his head. Which did she mean? Years of
experience listening to Willow had taught him to say nothing: nod
occasionally, smile, make understanding 'mmm' sounds every so often,
but say nothing. But this wasn't Willow. Strangely it felt good
sitting next to her like this. Did she know what she was doing to him?
What would he do if it was Willow? Eye contact was good sometimes he
knew - if Willow wasn't crying - so he leaned back and looked at her,
waiting.

"When Buffy's off doing, you know, I'd sit here in the dark waiting,
wondering." She closed her eyes and he felt her shiver. "I never
got used to that either. I'd wait for ages. Alone." She leaned closer
to him, as if taking comfort from his presence.

As she snuggled up closer he risked putting an arm around her
shoulder. He did that with Willow, so it should be okay.

"You know, Xander, you're a natural listener," squeezing his hand
again.

"Mmm." He returned her smile. Smiling was good, but he was feeling so
awkward at the closeness. After all, he'd grown up with Willow, so
they knew each other but this was Buffy's mom. And he wished she'd
hold his hand still, it was making him feel things he knew he
shouldn't be feeling. And she smelled so nice, musky but sweet. And
this is Buffy's mom. But it felt so good.

"If Buffy had gone to Northwestern I think it wouldn't have been so
bad. Does Northwestern have one of these hell things?" Not knowing, he
shrugged. "No, it probably doesn't..."

As he shrugged she leaned into him even more then rested her head on
his shoulder. OK, Willow didn't do that. Normally an arm around the
shoulder, a comforting hug and everything was okay. Trying to keep
still was nearly impossible as her hair tickled his neck. Then there
was the urge to stroke her hair. It was supposed to be comforting but
Willow never let him near her hair. Vaguely he remembered something
Will had said about cats and irons, but all he got was a silly picture
in his mind and he was sure she didn't mean that.

"So I sit in the dark waiting for her to come home and of course she
doesn't. You know Willow comes round occasionally to say hello? Such a
thoughtful girl, Willow."

As she lapsed into silence again Xander gently squeezed her hand. The
next time he catches up with Buffy he'll have to... have a quiet word
with Willow. That would be a lot easier. Probably. She squeezed his
hand back, turning her body towards him, curling up against his side.
Xander watched her, as if in slow motion, place a hand on his knee and
begin to stroke it gently. Willow *never* did that. He wondered if she
noticed his heart was beating faster.

"You're so nice, Xander," she whispered softly. "Buffy and I would sit
like this if she was upset. Just having someone to be there for you is
so nice. Buffy doesn't understand what a mother goes through."

All he could do was sit there. Truthfully he was happy to just sit
there, her body against his felt so good, but her hand had started
drawing lazy circles on his thigh, and the pressure of her body
against him was having an effect on him that was becoming frustrating.
Didn't she realise? "Um. Mrs Summers?" he ventured.

"Yes, Xander?" continuing to draw circles, edging slowly higher up his
thigh.

"Um?"

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Well..."

Her hand completed the journey and reached across. "Please Xander, I
need a distraction," whispering.

"But..."

She pressed into him with her palm as she started to undo the buttons.
"It feels like you don't mind."

"Um."

Stopping, she looked up at him. "Have you? Before?"

He nodded. Faith, once. But it was more like being used, thinking back
to that night in her motel room. Wasn't Joyce using him now? But it was
so nice.

"And you've never secretly wanted to?"

Well, of course he had. Yet some part of his mind was telling him that
it was wrong. He'd been manipulated... He felt the cold of her finger
nails under the top of his boxers as she popped the last button. He
couldn't think of anything to say. Why did his brain always fail him
when he needed it? He thought of her hand sliding into his shorts and
smiled. He knew he shouldn't but...

"So you like this then..." running her hand under his shirt across his
stomach, scratching gently with her nails.

She must have mistaken his smile. "M..." but she put a finger on his
lips, sliding her body over his, sitting across his lap. "But..." he
tried again, this shouldn't be happening, but... Seeing her shake her
head he said nothing, just followed her hands with his eyes as she
started to unbutton his shirt, stroking his chest and his stomach.

Settling firmly on top of him he saw the stern look from her as he
tried to move his hips. He knew he should stop her but...

She opened his shirt, and he saw her raise an eyebrow at the sight of
his firm stomach and smooth chest. He tried to relax as her hands
slowly stroked his body. If she really wanted to, if it made her feel
better... He wanted to but was he being selfish? He watched her body
move as she caressed him, hearing the soft sighs, and tried to ignore
the sway of her breasts which only made him want her more.

As she reached his shoulders he leaned forward, opening his mouth,
wanting to kiss her but she shook her head. The disappointment he felt
came as a shock. He couldn't help wondering if he really wanted her so
much. Looking into each others eyes she pushed his shirt over his
back, her hands moving constantly over his body, stroking him,
caressing him, across his shoulders, onto his arms as she slid the
shirt down. She was so gentle, so soft, her touch was making his body
tingle all over. If he wanted to resist he didn't think he could.

Her hands reached his forearms and she took his shirt and wrapped it
about his wrists, trapping them. She smiled at the surprise on his
face as he was pushed back against the sofa. "Well?" she asked. He
knew she wasn't looking for an answer, not words, so he smiled and
looked at her - Buff's mom sitting in his lap, with him half naked and
his arms trapped. They both knew he could get up any time he wanted.
But he didn't want to.

Reaching down she freed his cock from his shorts and he thought he was
going to burst. Laying it back against his stomach Joyce lifted her
skirt and sat down on it, rocking back and forth, watching his face
intently, stopping and starting as his eyes told her how his body
felt. He felt the wetness through the soft fabric, saw her tongue lick
her lips as she teased him and herself.

Putting a hand to his chest telling him not to move, she slid off.
They watched each other as she pulled off his shoes and socks before
pulling down his trousers and shorts, kneeling before him. He knew
this was his last chance to stop her. Once she... he knew he wouldn't
be able to do anything. 'Joyce, please,' he thought. The word stop
never had a chance.

The first lick of her tongue across his cock made him cry out with
delight. He held his breath trying not to come. Smiling and pleased he
opened his eyes and looked down at her. Seeing the question on her
face he shook his head. The smile on her face in response nearly ruining it
for him as he tried desperately to hold on. As he relaxed she licked him
again, patiently waiting for his expression to tell her to continue,
licking slowly, up and down, watching, waiting, before putting her
lips around him and taking him slowly, inch by inch into her mouth.

Completely inside her he watched, detached and fascinated, as she
started to suck on him and stroke him with her tongue and lips, her
hot breath filling his mind with fire. He looked at her questioningly,
he knew he couldn't last much longer. With a smile she increased the
pace and the pressure, sucking harder licking firmly, holding his
thighs down, stroking the length of his cock, before sucking harder
and harder until he couldn't resist any more and he came, exploding
into her mouth. He heard his mind scream at the release, saw the
bright colors flashing across his closed eyelids, as his whole body
shook and shook.

Yet still she held his hips down and to his anguish she didn't stop.
She continued to pump and suck and lick his cock, watching the
delightful agony spreading across his face as his groans threatened to
become a real scream. He couldn't believe it when he felt his cock
stiffen again and he came for a second time. He felt her nails dig
into his skin as she held him down, his body shaking uncontrollably as
he slumped into the sofa and wave after wave of pleasure washed over
him. He couldn't think, he could only feel, his whole body tingling as
she gently licked around him. His body quivering at the touch of her
tongue on him. He had no control, he just let the exquisite pain surge
from his groin and melt his brain. Seeing Joyce toy with him he tried
to smile but every touch caused his body to tremble, and he knew she
wouldn't stop until he was totally exhausted. And when he was she
continued to play with him, tease him, stroke him not giving him a
moments peace.

Even as he slowly recovered Joyce continued to watch him intently. "I
haven't finished with you yet," she told him, standing up and pulling
him to his feet. Right now he didn't have the will-power to protest.
"Upstairs," and she took hold of the shirt binding his wrists, leading
him in front of her up the stairs to her bedroom.

*

"Do you trust me?" she asked as she sat him down on the bed.

Xander looked down at his cock and considered where it had just been,
"I..." he started, nodding, wondering why she asked.

When she fetched some scarves from the closet he raised an eyebrow as
he guessed what she intended. Swinging his feet round she took a
pair of scarves and quickly tied his ankles to the corner posts.

He watched her crawl up the bed, letting the scarves tickle his legs,
enjoying her smile as his groin twitched. All her could do was enjoy
the excitement and the closeness of her body as she put her arms
around him and untied his shirt.

He didn't care when she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him
down to the bed. He simple watched as she crawled up his stomach and
sat on his chest. He knew what she wanted so he held out his arms so
she could tie his wrists to the other corners, frowning slightly as he
saw how tight she was tying the knots.

"I wouldn't struggle against them," Joyce told him with a smile,
"Buffy taught me how to tie things up." He watched her walk to the
bottom of the bed and look his body over. She had a faraway look in
her eyes.

"I really do get lonely, Xander, and you are a good listener as well."
He made a play of struggling against the bonds and she smiled. "I mean
I don't want you to think..."

Oh, he wasn't thinking. He just wanted to feel her on him again.

"You didn't seem to mind and I..." stroking his leg, not seeming to be
aware that she was doing it. "I need someone to..."

He was *so* that someone.

"I learned a lesson this afternoon," she paused and he saw her look
thoughtful. "Well, I thought I did." She shook her head. "I've sat
back for far too long. If you want something you've got to go for it.
Actually, that's not ..." and she laughed, but she looked concerned.
"Xander, do you mind? Do you really mind? I've got to know."

He shook his head, of course he didn't mind, Joyce was...

"Because I want to... I really don't think you'd understand, but..."

"Um, ah, Joyce..." he really didn't need to understand. But saying her
name reminded him who she was. What she was. His body was letting him
think again and he wished it hadn't.

"No, Xander, don't say anything. Let me..." and she sat by him on the
bed and took his cock in her hand. It felt so good but it was too soon
after... and it's Buff's mom... he couldn't believe that Buff's mom
had just..." he watched as she played distractedly with him.

"You know this thing is a real giveaway?" she looked at him. "When I
say... Willow..." she smiled as it twitched. "Or... Cordelia..." and
was surprised when nothing happened. "You really do love Willow..."
twitch, "don't you? You're such a sweet young man. With you two,
Buffy..." twitch.

Standing up, Joyce looked down at him sternly. "Don't say a word,
Xander. It never lies." Straightening her blouse and skirt she started
to walk around the bed. Biting his lip he wondered what she was going
to do. He was a teenage boy, he was made to like Buffy. It wasn't his
fault.

"I was going to..." she traced a line with her nails up the inside of
his thigh, digging in just enough to make him catch his breath. "But I
don't think I should now. All men are the same." He felt her fingers
tighten around his balls.

He tried to remind himself that this was Buffy's mom and she wouldn't
hurt him. He opened his mouth then closed it again. This was part of her
game, wasn't it? He tried to look innocent which, he realised, wasn't
easy in his current position. He relaxed as she let go and watched her
walk around the bed before climbing back on. He hoped she just wanted
to make him feel uncomfortable as part of her game, wondering what she
was going to do as she placed one knee firmly in the middle of his
chest. "You're all ruled by this thing," letting her foot descend into
his groin.

Looking at her knee his eyes drifted up her leg before settling on her
panties underneath her skirt. He felt the giveaway twitch against her
foot and quickly looked up at her face, relieved to see her smiling.
As her foot played with him she stroked his face. "You like me as
well?" she asked. "Ah, yes, you do."

Joyce let her knee slide across his chest so that she was straddling
him, smiling as his eyes returned to her panties. "You'll learn
there's more to a woman than this," not moving, watching him continue
to stare. "After all that's one reason why you're here now." She saw
the question on his face as he looked up. "I've had a rather
unsettling day. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon." She laughed.
"I seem to spend a lot of time thinking," starting to draw lazy
circles on his chest. "I discovered I needed something more..."

All he could do was watch her again. When Faith had taken him it was
over in minutes and she'd kicked him out straight after. Yet Joyce was
playing with him, teasing him. What she wanted was so different to
Faith. And so much better.

"You need time to recover, and playing games can be fun too."
Fascinated, he watched as she lowered herself onto his face, tasting
and smelling the wetness as she rubbed herself in his mouth and over
his nose. "A taste of things to come. If you're good." Abruptly she
stood up and went to the closet. "Now then," and she fetched a couple
more scarves. He watched her tie a big knot in the middle of one
before rubbing it against herself. "Open wide." Doing as he was told,
he felt his erection growing as she put the knot in his mouth and tied
the scarf behind his head. Then she twirled the second scarf and put
it over his eyes and tied it tight. "Now you wait there, I'll be back
soon."

Xander lay there wondering what she had planned for him as he heard
her walk out the door and down the stairs. He tried pulling on the
scarves holding him to the bed, but Joyce was right, they were secure.
The knot against his tongue felt uncomfortable and her juices tasted
strange in his mouth. He'd been gagged and blindfolded before but this
was *so* not the same. After what seemed a couple of minutes he
wondered how long she would be. His impatience was getting the
better of him and the tension of waiting was creating butterflies in
his stomach.

When he heard Joyce on the stairs he turned his head to the door but
her steps took her away from the bedroom. After a few minutes he heard
her return, only to hear her go back down the stairs. Was that the
kettle he heard switch itself off? Starting to count his heart beats,
he reached 200 before stopping. He pictured her sitting on the sofa
drinking a cup of coffee and groaned. And worse, he felt a slight ache
begin to creep into his legs. Finally he heard steps on the stairs
again, then heading to the bedroom. He tried to make himself look
relaxed. The footsteps stopped at the door and he heard Joyce take a
sip from a cup. The aroma of coffee drifted across as he started
counting his heartbeats again. 100, and still she hadn't moved. Or had
she and he just didn't hear? 200 and he heard her sip again. 340 and
she walked away. Just how long was she going to make him wait?

Another 230, or was it 330, heartbeats and she was coming back. Up the
stairs, down the hall, into the room and stop by the bed. He heard
something being put on the bedside cabinet then she walked away again.
He groaned at her silence. At least she could say something, anything.
The quiet was becoming unbearable and the ache in his legs was getting
uncomfortable.

Counting again, he was getting close to 500 when she came back. When
she sat on the bed his erection was almost immediate. Feeling her lips
on him he groaned out loud and lifted his hips up to meet her. With a
sigh she stopped, got off the bed and walked back downstairs. Cursing
his body, Xander wondered how much longer she'll make him wait now. He
started counting before realising the futility of it. Resigning
himself to the wait, he pushed his head back into the pillows and
tried to let his mind drift.

When he heard Joyce's steps on the stairs he had no idea how much time
had passed. Again she came into the room, sat on the bed and kissed
him. This time he made sure his hips didn't move. As her mouth took
him he felt her fingers begin to probe him where he didn't expect.
Forcing himself to remain still he tried to accept what she was doing.
All he could do was wonder at the feel of her lips and tongue and the
gentle sucking combined with the probing of her fingers inside him.
The experience was so strange to him he didn't know whether he liked
it or not but he felt some relief when she stopped.

At the sound of a zip he realised she was still dressed. He felt the
twitch as he started to imagine Joyce without clothes and hoped she
didn't notice, afraid she'd leave him again. Relaxing when he heard
her step out of her panties he wondered in earnest what she did look
like naked. Would she actually let him see her naked? The thought
disappeared as he felt her weight on the bed and then on him as she
sat on his chest. The tickle of what he realised was pubic hair made
his erection grow. When he felt her hand on him he knew it was okay.
Swiftly she made him hard as she crawled down and slowly began to
descend on him. The wait was nearly too much for him but he sensed
that she was moving carefully to make sure he didn't blow too early.

As Joyce's hands gripped his ankles he heard her moan for the first
time. Deep, soft and long as she filled herself with him, pushing and
grinding against him before lifting slowly. He began to appreciate the
bonds around his wrists as Joyce slowly moved on him. He knew he
wanted to hold her, grab her, kiss her and he knew how clumsy he would
be. Trying to concentrate on what she was doing, what it felt like for
her as well as for him, he let his head rest on the pillows, feeling
her clench her muscles on him as she moved up and down. He cursed
himself as the image of Faith came to mind, remembering how she pumped
wildly but then he smiled to himself as he thought of how much better
Joyce was. Faith had used him yet Joyce was making him understand,
sharing with him and this was so much better. He felt his whole body
relax as he let his mind go to be with her, as he let his body move with
hers, and gasped as he really began to feel every sensation so
clearly.

At his gasp Joyce began to move her hips from side to side and then
start a slow circle as she moved up and down. When they groaned
together Joyce increased her rhythm and he thought he would explode
and was amazed when he didn't. Biting his lip through the gag he knew
he couldn't last much longer. Joyce's moans got louder and she began
to slow down. With long, slow movements she eased herself up and down,
then with a cry crushed herself into his groin, writhing as the orgasm
began to flood through her. Xander held on concentrating on her,
hearing her breathe, feeling her move, seeing her in his mind, willing
himself to last as long as he could for her before letting all control
go. When he did she screamed at the sudden surge within her, shaking
violently as the orgasm ripped through her body and mind. As he cried
out she collapsed onto his legs as he felt another charge surge
through her.

*

Savoring every last tingle she slowly sat up in Xander's lap. Making
sure he didn't come out she twisted her legs round and leaned back
against his chest. Holding him in place, she reached round with the
other and untied his gag and blindfold.

"That was good, really good Xander, thank you." Craning her neck she
looked at him. "Xander?" All he could do was shake his head. "You
really are so sweet." 

He smiled weakly. After a few moments he opened his mouth, trying to
form the words he wanted to say. "I... I never imagined... I mean..."
words weren't his strong point. "You... we..." slowly he shook his
head and smiled

Then he realised he was seeing her naked for the first time. "You are
beautiful um, Joyce," he ventured, drinking in the sight of her
breasts, her slim body and her long legs, "really beautiful."

She could hear the sincerity in his voice, it was so clear she felt
herself shake. "Oh, Xander!" She let him slide out of her, gasping,
and rolled over and onto his stomach to look up at him. Holding his
head in her hands she put her lips to his for the first time, feeling
them both shake as her tongue met his lips. As Xander opened his mouth
and their tongues touched the sensation was so intense she almost
cried out. Looking at each other, letting their lips and tongues
explore he could see her let go.

Holding his head in her hands she gave herself up to the kiss with
complete abandon. What she'd wanted and what she'd found were
completely different. She'd wanted closure but instead she'd found
hope. What he'd given her had surpassed her expectations.

"Oh, my, my, my Xander." She stretched out against his body, feeling
his warmth fill her with joy.

He simply looked at her, he didn't have the words to express what he
was feeling.

Joyce shook her head. "You really are wonderful," smiling at him,
putting her lips to his again, eyes closed. She'd believed she would
never feel anything like this again, yet now she was lost in the
pleasure he'd given her. Holding him, stroking him, kissing him she
was a young girl again. All her frustration was gone, she just wanted
to feel his body next to hers and reflect in the passion they'd
shared.

Joyce let her head fall to the pillow next to his, so they could just
look at each other and smile and kiss softly.

Xander watched her, smiling with her, looking into her eyes, enjoying
her soft, sweet breath on his face, completely ignoring the discomfort
in his arms and legs, knowing that when the time was right Joyce would
untie him.

As if sensing what he was thinking, "Not just yet," she told him. "I
didn't dare hope it would be this good, Xander, I didn't dare hope.
Still, a part of me knew that it would. I don't know how, Xander, but
watching you, a part of me knew and it wanted more fun."

Knowing he had to be patient he watched her take the cover off the
tray on the bedside cabinet. "Food. You're probably starving, I know I
am," putting the tray on the bed so he could see what was on it.
"Plenty of fruit, because it's good for you," smiling. "Some sweet
blackcurrent jelly for your sweet tooth." Then, showing him a can,
"Cream for fun," shaking it and squirting it over his stomach with a
laugh.

Quickly she cut a peach in half and removed the stone. Dipping it
in the cream she put it in her mouth then leaned over him. As Xander's
lips parted she put the fruit to his lips, stroking them gently with
the peach, teasing him before letting him take the fruit, enjoying
his laugh as he slowly ate it. "More?" she asked, dipping the other
half in the cream, running it over his stomach, laughing as he smiled.
Waving it above his face she laughed as his eyes followed it. She let
the cream drop on to his cheeks and nose before dropping the fruit
into his mouth. With a smile she licked the cream slowly off his face,
laughing as he wrinkled his nose, then turning her attention to his
stomach she loudly lapped up the cream.

"Your turn now," removing the lid from the jelly and holding the jar
to her breasts to cover them in the dark red fruit. Leaning over him
she put a breast to his lips, gasping with pleasure as he gently
licked it clean. "You're good, Xander," offering the other. As he
licked she took the cloth and wrapped it around his cock, wiping and
stroking. Urgently she covered her breasts with more jelly, and this
time he licked and sucked at her nipple as she stroked him, squeezing
hard as she gasped and moaned with delight.

She pulled away and stood up. "Back in a moment," as she rushed away.
Xander watched her run, enjoying the brief sight of her wonderful
figure. He heard the shower start and relaxed waiting for her to
return.

After a few minutes she came back, still wet, trailing little puddles
of water as she ran into the bedroom. A whispered "wow" escaped his
lips to her delight. Kissing him quickly on the lips she picked up and
peeled a banana. Xander's eyes opened wide with anticipation. 

"Do you think you're ready for this," she asked. As he nodded slowly
she climbed on top of him, kneeling over his face, and gently pushed
the fruit inside her watching the expression on his face loving the
look of amazement. Then leaning forward down to his cock she lowered
herself to his lips, gasping as his tongue met her lips before taking
his swollen cock in her mouth. As Xander worked his tongue over her
lips, around the banana, stroking her gently she matched his movement
with her tongue over his cock, licking as he licked, sucking as he
pulled on the banana. When he tried pushing it back she laughed and
bit gently on him. And when he ignored it and kissed her thighs she
bit into his, gently at first then harder wanting the attention of his
tongue and his lips on hers.

As the last of the banana slid from her into his mouth she screamed as
his tongue flicked into her, as his mouth surrounded her lips as his
tongue probed her and his lips teased her.

Taking him in her mouth to the hilt she sucked harder and harder as he
probed her deeper and deeper. She didn't care now about anything. As
the orgasm took her she just held him in her mouth, her body shaking
violently as his tongue continued to lick at her and screaming loudly
as he found her clit with his tongue and then his lips.

Xander felt the tension in her body and her nails dig into his legs as
he probed her with his mouth and tongue. He knew that he shouldn't
stop, trying hard to ignore the pain as she fought to keep her body
still. He knew how intense the pain/pleasure must be for her if it was
anything like it was for him. As she groaned and gasped he used his
tongue on her clit and teased her until his jaw ached, until finally
she cried out and collapsed beside him.

*

"Oh my, Xander," she said at last. "Oh, my sweet, beautiful Xander."
Quickly she undid the bonds at his ankles then at his wrists, falling
into his arms as she lay on his body. "Oh, Xander!" looking at him,
holding him tight, kissing him. "Just hold me. Don't let me go. I want
you to hold me," and started weeping gently.

Xander took the opportunity to stretch the ache from his arms and legs
and wrapped himself tightly around her. As she quietened he wiped the
tears away and gently kissed her.

To be continued