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Saturday, April 23, 2005
I woke up at 4am as expected, and felt fine. It didn't look like Ava had moved all night, so she was conveniently still on her back.
I reached over to turn on one of the bedside lamps, put a rubber on, then pushed the covers down, spread Ava's legs, and moved so I was between them. I went down on her, to get her as aroused as I could, and even to get her off if it went that long. Her being asleep didn't change most of her body's reactions, which I knew well by now, so she did start getting excited in her sleep.
Not for long though. She struggled awake before she came, which disappointed me, although I'd have been surprised if she hadn't.
"Wh... , what are you doing?"
With a bright, cheerful voice, I beamed, "GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL! How are you this lovely morning?" I had no idea whether it was a lovely morning or not, but made a mental note that I should check later.
She wasn't awake enough to know how she was yet, but it didn't take her too many more licks before she realized that she was very sore. Having her legs spread so wide probably wasn't helping any. Once she realized how her body felt, she made a, "{GROAN}."
Her pussy was lubricated enough because I'd made sure to slobber a lot, so I moved up, as if to kiss her. As I was moving up I used TK to angle my cock correctly, and I guided it straight into her pussy, then I started having sex with her.
This came as quite a surprise to Ava. She wasn't fully awake, was still VERY tired (the poor girl had only had three hours sleep, after all), and was very sore. Her hips twitched upward as if to have sex, ONCE, then they let her brain damned well know that they did NOT want to play this game. "{GROAN}. Wh... , what time is it?"
"Four. So we've plenty of time before breakfast. We can make up for the time I lost us last night. Sorry I was so tired."
That wasn't how she remembered it! She tried to move her legs into a more comfortable position, but they didn't want to move even more than they didn't want to be where they were. Next she tried to sit up, but her stomach muscles immediately screamed at her not to be so fucking stupid. She collapsed back on the bed, groaning again. I got in a few more thrusts, before she said, "Mark! I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't."
"Can't what?" Still thrusting away.
"I can't do sex..."
"Don't worry, I'll do all the work until you wake up properly. Then we can roll over because I liked the position where you're on top. You're very good at that one."
"No! No! Please stop." Ava dug her hands into the mattress to try to push herself away from the fucking monster. Unfortunately that motion required that her stomach muscles tense up. They asked her, once again, to please stop doing that.
She collapsed again, and I took mercy on her, by pausing at the bottom of my stroke. I innocently asked, "What's the matter?"
"I can't. I'm very sore."
"From what?"
She looked at me with a stunned look of her face, then shrilly answered, "From all the SEX!"
"Oh. Did you have sex with a lot of people yesterday too?"
It was fun playing with her head, and the looks on her face were also very amusing. One of the reasons I like Ava is that she's so easy to read. Also because she's VERY good at sex.
"No. Well yes; with Carol and Julia in the morning. But I meant I'm sore from you."
"But we hardly had much sex at all. Not even three hours, and the beginning was just warming up. Not even two and half hours of real sex. You can't possibly be sore from such a small amount." To confirm my being sure that she couldn't really be sore, I restarted my pushups.
I got about half of one done, before Ava yelled, "I AM SORE! I really am. Please stop."
I sank back into her again, then said, "Truly. Even from such a little amount?"
"You don't understand. You kept going and going and going. You never stopped. For HOURS! I've never had sex like that before."
"But it wasn't for long, not even two and a half hours. How are you going to manage a normal session, if you're sore after just two hours?"
She REALLY didn't want to ask. Fascinated horror was visible on her face. But "fascinated" won; she HAD to ask, "How long is a normal session?"
"Five or six hours usually. Longer on the weekend of course, when we've got more time. I LIKE sex and you said before that you like it too, so we could easily have weekend days where we spend most of the day in bed fucking. That'd be good, wouldn't it?" I flexed my hips a little, in case she'd forgotten what fucking was.
"FIVE OR SIX HOURS! Without stopping! Like last night? Five or six hours like last night?"
"Of course without stopping. Well maybe for lunch, but why would you stop if you're having a good time? The whole point is to have sex, so why lie around NOT having sex? That's just stupid! I'm starting to think you don't really like sex, because you seem to be looking for any excuse to stop having it?"
"No, no. I DO like sex. I'm just not used to so much of it."
"That's no problem. You'll soon get used it if you're with me." I started my pushups again.
"STOP! Stop. Please stop. I can't. I'm too sore."
"I'm not the least bit sore, so you can't be very sore. I'm sure that once you start moving you'll loosen up and everything will be fine."
I started another pushup, and BARELY moved before Ava yelled, "NO! I am VERY sore. Very, very sore. Too sore for sex."
"I don't understand. How did that happen?"
"{Groan}. From YOU! You did it to me last night."
"But that was just for two hours. Are you really that sore from just two hours sex?"
"YES. I am! Please no more."
"Wow. You're not very good at sex, are you?"
I saw her bristle at that, even get angry. Her lips even started forming the beginning of her protest, but then she realized what my hips would start doing if she said something like that. She visibly struggled for an ego-saving answer, eventually arriving at, "I AM good, but I'm out of condition."
"I would have thought that all the running you did would have kept you in condition?"
"No. Sex is different from running." I wasn't going to argue with her about that because sex IS different from running. If they were the same, life would either be a WHOLE lot more fun or not worth living.
"But I woke up at 4, intending to have about four hours of sex before breakfast." With a hopeful tone of voice, I asked, "Are you sure you can't do just four hours?"
"{Groan}. No, I really can't."
"How about two hours then? You did more than that last night, so two hours should be easy for you."
"No. I can't. I can't do ANY sex. I'm too sore."
"Not even ONE hour? One hour is NOTHING. I'll be REALLY quick, I promise."
"{Groan}. I can't do ANY! NONE. I'm too sore."
"From just from two hours of sex last night! That's terrible, you must be miles out of condition. I wasn't even very good last night, because I was so tired."
Ava had nothing to say to that.
I continued with, "So when you told Julia that you were fit, you were talking about your running muscles. It's just your sex muscles that are out of condition. You weren't lying to Julia; you were just talking about different muscles, right?"
"Yeah. I just can't do any more sex now."
"Okay." I climbed off the bed, went to Julia's vanity table and picked up Ava's running clothes off it. I carried them back to the bed and dropped them beside her, happily announcing, "I was going to wait until after sex, but let's go for a run now instead. I've got lots of energy I need to burn off. We've got at least three hours, which is easily enough time to do a long run. It'd be nice to be able to get to know you better while we're running."
For some reason Ava hadn't moved, so I pushed her legs sideways, swiveling her around until her legs were hanging over the side of the bed. I pretended not to notice the shock and groans this caused her, saying, "Come on, lazy bones! I know you're a good runner, so we'll just do twenty five or thirty miles before breakfast. It'll be easy for you."
Ava was still trying to recover from the pain of my moving her so unexpectedly. I ignored her, and went to my dresser, removed a pair of underwear and put them on after throwing my rubber into the trash. It looked like I wouldn't need it. I pretended to notice that Ava hadn't moved, telling her, "Boy! Are you ever lazy this morning. I thought you'd be eager to get out and running." I started running on the spot, just to rub it in.
She was looking at my near naked body bouncing up and down very athletically, but - for some reason - she was showing somewhat less arousal than she'd shown when she saw me undress last night. She was a worried girl. She knew she'd painted herself into a corner by saying that her running muscles were fit, and she didn't want to admit she'd lied about that. Julia had warned her about honesty, and I'd reminded her about Julia's warning this morning. She was between a rock and a hard place, with muscles that refused to move.
"What's the matter? Why aren't you getting dressed for our run?"
Her brain was incapable of finding a solution. She was very sore, very tired, and very out of ideas.
"Do you need some more sleep?"
"YES! I do! I didn't get enough sleep last night."
"Okay. Just because I like you, I'll go wake Julia to have sex with her until 5:30. She's very nice to me and is happy to have sex whenever I want. I'm horny this morning because I thought I was going to have some more sex with you. But as you're not very good at sex, I'll go and have some with Julia." I could see Ava want to argue with me again, but her brain worked well enough to see the danger in responding to that. I continued, "I'll come back here at EXACTLY 5:30. I want you to be completely dressed in your running clothes and ready to run out the door. That way we can get two hours of running before breakfast, which would be good as I'd like to spend some time talking to you, so we can get to know each other better. I'll see you at 5:30 EXACTLY. You'll be ready, won't you?"
She knew she wouldn't be. She MIGHT be capable of dressing despite the pain that'd cause her, but there was no possibility of her running for two minutes, let alone two hours.
After her hesitation I said, "Ava, last night I said I would have sex with you for two to three hours, and I did. When I say I'm going to do something, I do it. This morning you said your running muscles were fine, but somehow you can't run now. I'm giving you an extra one and a half hours of sleep and then we'll go running. If you tell me now that you'll be ready to go running at 5:30 but you're not, then I'll be VERY angry. I don't like people who lie, which Julia has already warned you about. So I'll ask you ONE more time, will you be ready to go running with me for two hours at 5:30? If you tell me 'Yes', and then don't do it, I will never see you again. So I suggest you answer 'No' unless you're positive that you can run for two hours with me."
She wasn't positive that she could, so she hung her head, and quietly confessed, "No." Silent tears started rolling down her cheek.
I said, "In that case, let's get you back into bed, so you can sleep."
I gently picked up her legs and swung them back into bed, then pulled the covers up over her. I knelt on the floor beside her as she wouldn't have enjoyed the jostling caused by my sitting on the bed, because I'm nothing if not considerate. I wiped her cheek with my hand and said, "I'm not going to break up with you." I have a new rule in my life: Never break up with anyone who can suck my cock so wonderfully. "You've done some good things with me since you came here last night, and you've done some silly things. We'll talk about them later, but I am NOT going to break up with you. I'll go find Julia now because I want some sex, and after that I'll have a run. You have a good sleep now. I won't disturb you again until 7:30 at the earliest, so you can have a nice, long sleep in."
I stood, kissed both her cheeks, and then finished dressing in my running gear, except I was carrying my shoes and socks as it would seem weird to put those on before going to have sex. I turned off the bedside light, and said, "Sweet dreams, sweetie," as I groped my way to the door. In truth, I was going to study, but telling her what I had was a lot more physically impressive, and it was her belief in her physical superiority that Julia wanted to crush. On the way to the study I congratulated myself for how well it'd worked. I'd been worried about Ava's fitness preventing her muscles from getting sore, which is why I'd punished them so much last night, but they were certainly very sore this morning. Probably her fitness level meant she'd bounce back quickly (maybe not exactly "bounce", but you know what I mean), but that didn't matter now.
In the study I turned on a spotlight above my desk, leaving the room's main lights off. I looked over at Julia, and saw that she was wearing a black mask over her eyes. The type of mask that I knew some people wore on planes to help them sleep. It was very early and I didn't know how lightproof her mask was, so I left the room's main lights off.
I put my socks on because my feet were cold, then I studied quietly while Julia slept on undisturbed.
I couldn't help imagining what 'my' new computer hardware would look like, and how great it'd be to use it. Every time I hit a part of a lecture that needed a lot of scrolling, I thought about my - hopefully - new system again. What a pity I hadn't thought to ask for it before Julia caught me out.
Prof had originally suggested that he get up at 5:30 to bring the quizzes in. When we'd later worked out the timings of what we wanted to do this morning, we'd changed that to 6:30 being the start time of the first quiz. They were both fairly small jobs (quizzes, rather than exams). Each was allowed forty five minutes, totaling 1.5 hours, thus giving an 8am finish, and giving us time for a shower and breakfast before shopping. We didn't know how long it'd take to get Ava on her way, but if the worst happened she could just stay in bed for a while, as Prof and Vanessa were going to be home until the soccer game. A 4am wakeup to the 6:30 quiz start gave me 2.5 hours, so just over two hours of studying because of the time spent forcing Ava to admit defeat.
I quickly finished Algebra up to the point Prof had specified, and that pair of minds (#1 and #2) joked with #3 and #4 about who the smartest Marks were. Calculus still had a fair bit to go, which wasn't ideal as it was also the course that I most wanted to review, but that's the way the cookie crumbles (thinking that did nothing to help my concentration). Unfortunately, we could only use the two minds that had finished Algebra to review the first part of Calculus, up to the point when we'd realized we could go double-speed, because they hadn't learned any of the Calculus past that point. We had to wait on #3 and #4 to be able to review any of the Calculus past that point.
Immediately after that we realized we couldn't use #1 and #2 to review Calculus at all, because they didn't have any printouts of the first few Calculus lectures to read. We didn't want to print them out now because the noise would disturb Julia, and we couldn't divide the screen in half without slowing down #3 and #4, who were already worryingly slow. What a pity we didn't have a better computer system! So #1 and #2 started reviewing the Algebra printouts we did have, which missed several of the early ones because we hadn't started printing them out until we split our focus. Even when #3 and #4 finished studying up to where the quiz would be, they'd still need the screen to review their material, so we had no way to review the early Algebra lectures without risking waking Julia. The next time someone calls us a genius we're going to blow them a very big raspberry.
If that wasn't bad enough, a few minutes later one of us had another horrible thought, #1:
#1:
#1 and #2 got bored with their reviewing, as they were learning nothing new.
#2:
Short of quickly growing a third eyeball, we could only agree it was a pity. Although we also agreed that some boredom was probably better than the trouble having a third eyeball would cause us. We had to cut short the humorous scenarios we were creating for each other because we had more serious work to do.
#3 and #4 finished the last Calculus lecture just before six. The damned thing had a couple of tricky parts in it, which was the last thing I needed now. I immediately started reviewing Calculus as fast as possible. For about two minutes, when an alarm clock went off, scaring the hell out of me. I'd been very careful to stay as quiet as possible, that the sudden alarm nearly made me wet myself.
It was coming from Julia's direction, and it only took her a few seconds to raise her blindfold, and declare, "Good. You're here."
I said, "Everything went well with Ava, who should be asleep still, and I hate to be rude, but I've only just this second finished the last Calculus lecture, and started reviewing. My time estimates were a bit off, unfortunately. I REALLY want to review as much as I can for the next thirty minutes. Can I rudely ignore you please? And can I start printing stuff out as well, if you don't mind the noise?"
"If you make it up triple for ignoring me now, it's a deal, haha."
Greedy girl, demanding triple. What happened to double? I fired up the printer for the early Algebra and Calculus lectures, and got back to my reviewing (two minds did each of those simultaneously).
Julia got up, gave me a very quick kiss, and wandered off for a shower.
Prof came in at 6:25, carrying the dreaded, important quizzes. "Good morning, Mark." After the usual exchange, "Are you ready to take the quizzes?"
"Sort of. I've finished the lectures and I've reviewed Algebra pretty thoroughly, and all seems fine there. But I haven't done as much Calculus review as I want. I think everything will be okay, because I think I do understand the material, but I'd like some more Calculus time. I was wondering if we could do the Algebra quiz first. I usually finish quizzes faster than most people, so maybe that'd give me some extra reviewing time before Calculus. Would that be allowed?"
"No problem. The other students had several days between their last lecture and the quiz, so giving you a few extra minutes is perfectly fine. Would you prefer to put this off for another day? It's not the sort of thing you can start doing, then decide it's too hard and come back and try it again later. It's a one-attempt deal."
"I'm confident with Algebra, so let's do that one now, and I'll see how I feel after that."
That's what we did, Prof making a production about turning off my computer screen and putting all my lecture notes and printouts away. He placed the quiz face down on my desk, got me to get my pad and pens ready, then meticulously timed the start of it.
A very quick read of the quiz showed that the questions were in chronological order, so we separated the pages so #3 and #4 could work on the early ones, while #1 and #2 worked on the later ones which only they knew the answers to. When #3 and #4 hit the end of the material they knew, they supervised, looking for stupid mistakes. #1 and #2 split to have one eyeball each, and leapfrogged through the rest of the questions.
It turned out to be a doddle. That might be a word that only Mom and a few other people know, so I'll explain that it was a cakewalk (I hope that helps). We finished writing all the answers (using pens in both hands) in about twenty minutes. I double-checked the answers fruitlessly for another ten minutes, which was probably excessive for a double-check, but I was determined to do well. [When writing with both hands the paper tended to drift around without the second hand holding it, so I had long since learned to pin the top of each page with a book, or write on full pads so the mass of attached paper holds the top pages steady, or more recently, to use TK to hold the paper.]
I declared, "finished" after thirty minutes. I put the pens down and leaned back in my chair.
Prof said, "That was a very strange sight. It's one thing to hear that you can simultaneously read two computer screens and can use two mice, but watching you write the answers to two different complex questions at the same time is MOST impressive. Do you do that at school?"
"No. I often do two things at once, like reading a book and writing notes about what the teacher is talking about, but I definitely don't write with both hands. I keep only one pen on my desk to stop me doing that accidentally. I figured there was no harm in doing it here though."
"I enjoyed seeing it. I can tell Vanessa, I assume?"
"Sure. I assume you two are equal. No secrets between you. I finished fifteen minutes early, and might do the same for Calculus, so can I review that for about twenty minutes now please?"
"Go for it."
I turned my screen back on, and went for it.
Once the twenty minutes were up, and I'd turned the screen off again, Prof asked, "Do you want to do the test or delay it?"
"What I'd LOVE to do, is to review for three or four hours to use up nearly all of my shopping time, but that'll only be delaying the inevitable AND annoying Julia. I didn't find any problems during the review so I think I'm probably okay. Let's try it."
It was the same procedure, producing much the same outcome. Calculus is, for me, harder than Algebra, so answering the questions took me a few minutes longer. I also double-checked more slowly, using up the full time allowance.
Prof gathered up my answers and wandered off to his study to fax them through. I shut the computer down, tidied up, put on my running shoes to pretend with Ava later that I'd been running, then went in search of Julia or breakfast. I started the search in kitchen, in case she was there. She wasn't, but the breakfast makings were, so that was fine.
Julia came in five minutes later, saying, "I thought I'd find you in here when the time was up. How did it go?"
"Good, I think. In fact, I'll be so bold as to say great. Your dad should have faxed them through already. He enjoyed seeing me write the answers to two questions at the same time using both hands. Freaked him a little, I think, but I wanted every time advantage I could get."
"It's good to remind him how special you are. I'm looking forward to out how well you did, but I bet Dad is even more so. Tell me what happened with Ava while I get my breakfast. We don't want to lose valuable shopping time."
She used the word "we" incorrectly, but I told her about Ava anyway. My description didn't take long as my sessions with Ava had pretty much gone to plan. I reminded Julia that Ava thought I'd woken up Julia for some sex this morning, and had been out for a run. I ended with, "I know what to say to her when we go wake her up, and then I'll leave her to your tender, torturous mercies while I have a shower."
Prof came in as we were washing our dishes, he said, "I thought you'd be in here, Mark. I've faxed them. They'll call me with the results before they fax them through, so I should know in about ten minutes."
That surprised me. I'd been expecting several hours. I'd even had the brief thought yesterday that I hoped Prof could tell me when he came to my soccer game. I showed my surprise and Prof started explaining, but I figured it out for myself, "It's okay. I realize I was just used to school taking a day or more to tell us. Of course it doesn't take long to mark a single test if the marker is poised for it. Far less time than it took me to do it."
Julia said, "Mark and I have to talk with Ava, Dad, and we don't want to waste valuable shopping time. We'll go talk with her now. If Mark's results are good, can you come into our room and tell us please? It'd do Ava good to hear what Mark's accomplished this morning, and it'd be good for her to have you walk into the room. Don't knock, just walk in. If Mark did well, that is. If he didn't, I don't want Ava to hear that."
"Sure. See you in a few minutes."
It was about 8:30 when we went to wake Ava. On the way upstairs Julia instructed me on how to sit on the bed. I noticed she deliberately left the bedroom door an inch short of closed behind us after we'd entered her room.
I shook Ava, calling, "WAKE UP, Ava. It's 8:30. Come on, sleepyhead."
"{Groan}. What time is it?"
"8:30. Come on, sit up, we want to talk with you."
Ava would have preferred to listen to our talk without moving a single one of her muscles, but Julia insisted that Ava sit up. Ava struggled and groaned, but eventually succeeded. She pulled up the sheet to modestly cover her chest, but it got pulled down and pinned when Julia and I sat on the bed to either side of Ava. Ava started covering herself with her arms, and then realized she was being silly, both of us being her lovers. She relaxed about that, which was the only thing she would relax about. Her body was still very sore, and she knew she was about to be talked to about something not good.
I started, "Ava. This morning you turned me down for sex and a run. It took a long, time-wasting conversation before I discovered you didn't want to do either because your body was too sore, because it wasn't able to keep up with me in sex. That was the reason, wasn't it?"
She didn't want to admit that. So I prompted her, "Ava, before I let you go back to sleep again, you said you were too sore because of the sex you'd had with me last night. You've already admitted that's what made you sore, so why can't you admit it again now? I hardly think it's likely that there was some other reason for you being so sore that you'd forgotten about, was there?"
Julia said, "Hurry up, Ava. We've got a busy morning planned and Mark has to have a shower after his run. We don't have time for your being afraid to admit the obvious truth. Are you too sore because Mark's body was too powerful for you?"
I was admiring that phrase, while Ava admitted, "Umm. I guess so. He wouldn't stop, Julia. He just kept going and going. He never, ever stopped."
Julia interrupted, "Ava! I've made love to him many times, including this morning because you were too weak. I know EXACTLY what he's like. I told you several times when we were with Carol how athletic he is in bed."
"But I had NO IDEA! I've never had a guy who could do what Mark did last night."
"Shut up Ava! You're wasting time. I KNOW what Mark is like, so there's no need to keep telling me. It's not my fault that you didn't listen when I told you the night before last. Now be quiet and listen to Mark."
We heard the house phone ring, but ignored it. It was picked up immediately anyway. Presumably lecturer #1 of 2 reporting in. I said, "What annoys me is that when I woke you this morning, you KNEW that your body was wrecked. Why didn't you immediately say, 'Mark, I am sorry, but I am very, very sore. I can't have sex, I can't run, I can't even walk. Your lovemaking last night was more than I could handle. Please forgive me for being so weak, and please let me go back to sleep so I can rest and heal faster.' Instead you wasted fifteen minutes trying to fool me into thinking that you were fitter, stronger and healthier than you really are. Why did you waste fifteen of my minutes, Ava? I'm a very busy person, and don't have time to waste on people who talk such nonsense?"
Ava prevaricated - a big word, but it didn't need her to use any muscles, so she could do it. After that she hemmed and hawed, but only cautiously, especially with the hawing because that was job-related to how she got sore in the first place.
Julia said, "You've already deliberately tried to mislead Mark this morning, and you've been warned about what will happen if you are dishonest, so I STRONGLY suggest that you IMMEDIATELY answer Mark."
Ava swallowed, then forced herself to say, "I didn't want him to know I was sore."
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