I was sixteen, a senior in high school, when I first became aware of how really great it would be if a "Bachelors' Blue Book for Older Model and/or Used Ladies" was available, similar to the Blue Book depended upon by the entire used car business. I actually just stumbled upon, or was pushed into, my recognition of this need for a dependable reference work offering standards for comparing or evaluating the satisfaction potential of used and/or older model ladies.
There was this cute junior, Sandra MacLanglin, who'd appeared in our school after Thanksgiving holidays. First time I'd laid eyes on her she'd sent my steam pressure zooming, so I moved right in to protect her from the mob of other panting young studs threatening to trample her in their eagerness to be the first to date her.
The following Friday evening when I went to pick Sandra up for that first date, however, I was met at the door by her mother, Big Sandra. She had everything Sandra had, only more of it. It was hard to believe she actually could be Sandra's mother; an older sister seemed more likely, but she was actually her mother.
Anyhow, Big Sandra welcomed me like an old friend and showed me into the front room. I found myself talking with her as easily as I'd been able to talk with Sandra. Some kind of physical magnetism she radiated had me wishing to hell I was an old friend, or at least older, because if Sandra had raised my steam pressure, that mysterious something about her mother quickly had my blood heated up to a hard boil that made me almost forget about Sandra being the one I was there about.
Then Big Sandra abruptly informed me she was sorry but Sandra's father had arrived unexpectedly on an afternoon plane and, exercising his visitation rights, had taken Sandra out for dinner and a show that evening. She was so apologetic, I felt apologetic about being the cause of her being so apologetic. I was amazed to hear myself suggesting, "If Sandra has other demands on her time this evening, how about letting me show you our town's chief points of interest?"
I was even more amazed to hear her luscious mother declare, "I'd love that, but I'm not ready to go anywhere. I'd have to bathe and fix my hair-"
I interrupted, declaring, "If you make yourself any more attractive than you already are, I'll have to call for a police escort to hold off the mobs of other jealous men."
She seemed to like that. Not that she said anything, exactly, but I could see it in her eyes. What she did say was, "It wouldn't take me so long if you'd be willing to be a dear and help me some."
Looking back, I realize there had to have been something about me that turned her on, regardless of the difference in our ages, exactly like that mysterious something about her that turned me on, because I found out she wasn't ordinarily the kind of woman who plays it fast and loose. Regardless, after I'd assured her I'd gladly assist her any way I could, Big Sandra asked, "Will you scrub my back for me, wash all my hard-to-reach places so my bath won't take me so long?"
I nodded, gulping. I nodded because right at that moment my throat was suddenly too tight with excitement to utter even a squeak. Just the feminine magnetism that radiated from Big Sandra had started my cock getting hard, but that request of hers for me to scrub her back and hard-to-reach places, whatever that meant, had my cock trying to tear its way through my damned pants front.
Up in the bathroom of the master bedroom, I found out Big Sandra had a master-sized shower stall but no tub. In order to wash her back I'd just almost have to be in the shower stall with her. Lordy, by then I was so damned hot I was scared I'd come off like a green damned kid by coming in my pants or some equally dumb thing. My hands were trembling so as I undressed myself I had one hell of a time getting out of my clothes. I was thankful Big Sandra didn't seem to be paying much attention to me right then. She seemed to be having a problem getting her bra unfastened.
Suddenly she murmured, "Would you be a dear and unfasten this catch for me? I just can't seem to get it."
I'd just finished stripping to the buff by that time. When I stood up to go to her my old cock was riding rigidly at attention as it hung out before my belly. She had all her clothes off except that overloaded bra, but she couldn't have acted calmer if we'd both been fully clothed.
When I tried to move in behind her to get at the stubborn bra catch, however, she turned herself so I was forced to approach front to front. She didn't seem to even see my stiff cock sticking out ahead of me, but when I stopped back a pace away from her and bent forward to reach under her arms and behind her to the troublesome catch, trying to keep my forward cock from nuzzling into her luscious bare belly, she stepped on in close to me. Her belly came against mine with my stiff cock sandwiched between. I was so excited my cock began throbbing like I was nearly ready to come.
I was no cherry; I'd fucked my share of girls since my first year in high school. But this was my very first experience with a fully mature woman and maybe that's what made it seem so damned much more intensely exciting.
Anyhow, my cock was so sizzling hot, sandwiched there like it was between Big Sandra's luscious belly and my own, that I just knew it was going to betray me and begin geysering all over our bellies and the bathroom floor. And if it did, I knew I'd die and sink right through that tile floor with embarrassment.
I'd heard that deep breathing helped you relax and relaxing helped minimize pain and all other kinds of sensation, including those generated by runaway sexual tensions. So I began dragging huge breaths of air in as deep as I could make it go into my lungs while I fumbled with that bra catch back there behind her back. Even with the deep breathing, I was scared to move for fear the slightest movement of either of our bellies against my tingling cock would trigger me.
Finally I got the stubborn catch unfastened, and instantly Big Sandra's heavy, ripe naked tits burst free of the bra's restraint and came jumping out proud and free right before my startled eyes. Without a conscious thought, just pure reflex or instinct, I ducked my face and buried my face between those luscious big boobs, then began licking and kissing them. Big Sandra put a hand on my head and began running her fingers through my hair, not acting exactly displeased by my uninhibited behavior. She didn't pull away or protest in any way, even when I finally sucked both her rigid nipples into my hot mouth together as I pressed her luscious tits together between my sweaty hands. Her fingers just clutched at my hair momentarily, then went right on stroking through it like they'd been doing. I remember that much, although I'll admit I've never been able to remember too much of the details from that point on. I remember feeling amazed at finding myself so superheated, just as if this had been my very first experience with a naked female who seemed ready to get my stiff cock straight between us.
The fact was, I'd fucked enough high school girls before then so that the whole sex scene had begun seeming just a little on the jaded side to me, especially if I didn't have a completely new and different girl than I'd ever had before. But no new and different girl I'd ever had in more than a year had turned my burners on like that mysterious something about Big Sandra had. I felt sure I hadn't been as steamed up in my entire life before, not even by the very first fuck I'd ever had.
I finally let her delicious tits slip out of my mouth to gasp, "You're delectable! Beautiful!"
Big Sandra closed the fingers of one hand around my swollen cock as she stepped back to release it from the sandwich between our bellies. As she gave it a couple of gentle strokes, she murmured, "You look pretty delectable yourself, sweet-" She broke off with a sudden frown, then asked, "What's your name again?"
"Vince Peters," I told her.
"Sweet Vince," she murmured, smiling. Suddenly she let her knees hinge, sinking toward the floor. When her mouth was level with that rock-hard cock of mine, she stuck out her tongue and gave me a drooling lick from my balls to the sensitive tip of the flared head of my cock. That set up sensations in it that felt like the sound given off by a tuning fork. For an instant I shook like a chill had taken me.
While I still stood frozen there in my tracks, vibrating, Big Sandra's lips closed around the head of my cock, sucking at it while she teased the sensitive underside near the tip with flicking strokes of her tongue. That brought a rasping, taut, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of me gustily.
Having given that quick sample, Big Sandra straightened herself before me, gripped my tingling cock gently in one hand, and turned toward the shower. Using my cock like a handle, she led me to the big glass-enclosed stall.
Taking a shower with someone of the opposite sex who really turns you on, I've discovered, can make just a shower an extraordinary experience you'll never forget. Something about having hot water sprayed upon your naked flesh seems to intensify the voltage of the sensations you enjoy from every contact your skin makes with any part of your partner's body. Especially when that partner is someone as lusciously curvaceous as Big Sandra!
I'd already learned what a mistake it is to come on too hot and heavy like a bull-anxious clod, a mistake I'd discovered many of my fellow athletic types consistently made. Their talk in the locker room made it obvious they had an idea that sex is nothing better than just another type of body contact sport involving a winner and a loser at which they never lose because they're physically able to overpower the opponent, a girl, who is always weaker. They seem to consider girls and women some kind of inferior beings created for the sole purpose of providing them and all other supposedly superior males a supply of punching bags with cunts which they felt somehow honor bound to use and humble.
But I'd been lucky enough to find out what a stupid idea that was the very first time I fucked a girl. That first girl had shown me I could enjoy a more intense kind of pleasure from learning how to create mind-blasting sensations in my partner than it was possible to get from the ordinary male concentration upon self-centered, completely selfish preoccupation with my personal sensations alone. So I didn't try to rush things with Big Sandra. I set my pace according to cues I picked up from her reactions. Hot as I was, I'll admit it wasn't easy to do.
Everything evens out, however; you give something and you get something even better in return. I'd learned long before that experience with Big Sandra that my holding a tight check on my faster-rising male passion heightened the sensitivity in every cell of my entire body, intensifying the sensation I enjoyed beyond anything otherwise possible.
So I began lathering Big Sandra's shoulders. As I did, I rubbed the tingling hardness of my stiff cock against the curving softness of her ass. She cooperated by tipping her pelvis, which pushed the luscious cheeks of her ass back against me harder.
I don't really think it was necessary for me to hold back on her account; I think she was ready. She started to turn herself, as if to bring her front around to face mine. But I stopped her, reminding, "You wanted me to wash your back. Remember?"
I released my quick grip on her shoulders and returned to lathering her back. But as I went I sent my hands in under her armpits where the roots of those luscious tits began. My cock pressed into the crack of her ass felt a shiver flash through her in response to the touch of my fingertips on her mammary glands, even away back there under her arms. I knew she wanted me to bring my hands on forward until my fingers closed upon her excited nipples. But I also knew it was as good for her to wait a little before she got what she wanted as it was for me.
I moved my hands downward instead, lathering her sides over her ribcage. I was teasing her and I knew she knew it; in a way I was letting her know I was no mere green high school kid, despite whatever difference happened to exist in our ages. I was telling her I could hold up the man's end with her, regardless of how she wanted to play this little game.
So I worked my hands on downward until her whole back, including the lusciously soft, curvaceous cheeks of her ass and the crack between them all were thoroughly lathered. Below that point, I hunkered down upon one heel while I lathered the backs of her long, tapered legs to the knees, then on down to the trim ankles; then her heels.
I washed her feet, then began working my way upward over the skin covering the front of her legs as well as the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of both thighs. As my fingertips approached her muff-covered jewel box containing that personal treasure she carried between her two lovely legs, I glanced up at her face and found it lined with strain and her eyes clenched tightly closed. Abruptly, before she expected it, I put my lather-covered hand upon her cunt A low, strangled groan came from her.
CHAPTER TWO
As the groan came out of Big Sandra, her head tipped back on her shoulders like a hand had fastened in her hair from behind and jerked her head back. She acted like her knees were about to give away. But in no way was she asking me to stop what I was doing to her. Instead she thrust her pelvis forward, grinding her cunt against my hand, clearly asking as unmistakably as if she'd put it into so many words for me to at least dip a finger into her cunt.
I crooked two fingers, sending them stroking into the steaming, slippery crack between the outer lips of her drooling cunt. That really brought a strangled, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her. She drove her cunt at my hand again, trying to send my exploring fingers deeper into her. Another sharp, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her explosively. Then I was startled to feel the muscles of her cunt begin milking furiously at my penetrating fingers as she began to come. That's all it had taken. I couldn't believe it for an instant.
Big Sandra threw her arms around me, hugging herself to me, her luscious big tits plastered tightly against my chest, her cunt grinding against my hand as it pulsated with her furious orgasm. At the same time her mouth found mine and she laid her hot lips on mine like frantically, her tongue thrusting through my lips into my mouth to twine affectionately with my tongue. Then her tongue went flashing here and there, exploring the whole interior of my mouth lovingly. All the while muffled moans were coming out of her from the ecstasy and agony of her orgasm.
By the time she broke that passionate kiss, I was panting and gasping for breath as noisily as she was. I think if just a hot breath had blown across my tingling cock right then, I'd have come. Fortunately no hot breath blew across the throbbing head of my cock.
I felt the storm of pulsations in her cunt subsiding. I pulled my fingers out of her before they touched something that would trigger her again. I brought my hand upward, beginning to spread lather over her lower belly as I pulled free of her encircling arms and stepped back. She released me reluctantly and I reminded, "I'm supposed to be in here helping you bathe. Remember?"
"You're not that naive, Vince, lover," Big Sandra reproached knowingly. "You've already shown me you know enough about women to see straight through that ploy of mine. That was merely the handiest excuse I could think of on the spur of the moment to get us both out of our clothes ... as you well know. You also know damned well what I really want, don't you?"
I chuckled, "I know anything you wait for a little tastes all the sweeter because you waited."
"Oh, damn you!" Big Sandra gasped petulantly, "I've had to wait too long already! That's one of the problems of being either a young widow or divorced. You've had enough sex to develop a healthy appetite for it regularly and then all of a sudden it isn't available regularly ... unless you let yourself turn into a slut, which I refuse to do. In the first place, the sex you get with the kind of men who prey on widows and divorcees and turn them into sluts is damned poor quality, low satisfaction sex. There's just no way it can ever be worth that kind of price. Not to me. So I've been going a long, long time between the sex feasts I've had a chance to enjoy. That's the only excuse I've got for coming on like a dirty, lecherous old woman, like I have with you." She sounded breathless.
My hands had been spreading lather higher and still higher while she talked, until they began brushing those luscious breasts, which didn't seem to help her breathlessness. Both nipples stood at rigid attention, like two tiny penises, each trying to attract the attention of my caressing fingertips.
I felt certain Big Sandra had started holding her breath, just waiting for the touch of my fingers on or at least near those nipples. But I couldn't have her anticipating me, now could I? I took my hands to her armpits where the swelling curve of her breasts began.
Big Sandra's eyes popped open, surprised and ready to protest. But that turned into a mute stare as my fingertips started slowly forward along the swelling sides of her luscious tits. And there was no doubt about whether she was holding her breath or not as my caressing fingertips stroked slowly toward her nipples. She began trembling with the excitement I was stirring up within her. One of her own hands went shooting abruptly to her crotch where her fingers began almost frantically caressing her own clitoris. That started her hips making humping movements like it was an involuntary action she was powerless to control.
She surprised me, then. The hand teasing her own cunt abruptly moved from her cunt and closed upon my cock almost possessively. She stepped in close, bringing the head of my cock to the job her fingers had been doing, caressing her tingling clitoris with it. That didn't do a thing to cool me off. Neither did the groaning way she gasped, "Oh, I've just got to have you in me! I'm gonna die if I have to wait any longer to get your delicious cock into my hungry cunt!"
She couldn't have been one bit more ready than I felt, but I wanted her even hotter than I was. I knew the one and only way to make sure of that was to make her wait a little longer. Regardless of how positive she might be that waiting any longer would kill her, I knew it wouldn't.
So I held back when she tried to guide my cock into her sizzling cunt, giving her just enough of it to stroke through her cunt's drooling lips and tease her more but not enough to get actually into her. Just to help things along, my sudsy fingers bunched together and closed around both her excited nipples gently, then pulled both of them, stretching them slowly.
Lordy, it was like I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barrelled shotgun. Even with the tingling head of my cock just barely penetrating the lips of her cunt, I felt the violent seizure that knotted the muscles of not only her cunt but her whole lower belly. It held for an instant, during which a scream came out of her like she was in mortal agony. Then all those muscles began a hard, rhythmic pulsating as she blasted off into another orgasmic orbit.
Mindlessly, her ass kept pushing her cunt at my cock, trying to drive that caressing hardness into it. But I kept backing away, letting her have nothing but the head of it to continue teasing her cunt with while my fingers continued teasing her tits. She kept coming after me, determined to get my cock into her ravenous cunt, her whole body jerking and twitching almost like she was having a fit of some kind, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her head rolled back on her shoulders while her hands clutched at me, trying to pull me in close.
But I managed to keep my distance from her, giving her only as much of my cock as I wanted her to have yet, by making three fast laps around the shower stall backing away from her. We were well rinsed by then and she kept coming on stronger, threatening to finally get me cornered if I didn't get outside that stall where I'd have more room to maneuver.
So the fourth time around I got the door open and backed right on out of the shower into the big bathroom proper. The thought flashed through my head that if anyone could have gotten a motion picture of our weird, impromptu sex-dance it probably would have looked funny as hell, with Big Sandra's screams and moans filling in as the music.
It took some fancy footwork, but I managed to keep on backpedaling until those massive pulsations in her cunt finally tapered off and reluctantly stopped. Big Sandra's luscious body stopped its twitching and jerking and her cunt stopped chasing my cock. Her legs seemed to be trembling as she stopped coming at me and stood there panting like a runner who's just finished a hard mile. She gasped complainingly, "Lover, why do you delight so in torturing me?"
I asked, "You want me to stop?"
"Oh, no!" she groaned. "Please don't stop!"
As a reward to her for giving me the right answer, I cupped her luscious tits in both hands, brought both excited nipples to my mouth and sucked them in. I gave them a quick suck and a licking I meant as a promise of things to come. Her hands clutched my hair and she moaned and acted like her knees were about to buckle under her.
I pulled my mouth away from her delicious tits before that happened. As I straightened again before her, still holding both luscious tits in my hands, I asked, "How'd you like having me eat your pussy?"
"You're really amazing!" she gasped.
"How come?" I chuckled.
"You'd take time to make oral love to me when you know I'm about to go out of my mind wanting you to fuck me?" she panted, sounding incredulous.
I asked, "Don't you enjoy oral sex?"
"Of course I enjoy it, lover!" she exclaimed. "What woman doesn't? But that's not the point!"
"What's the point, then?" I demanded.
She shrugged, shaking her head as if searching for words, then declared, "Just that for some reason most men seem unable to think of wanting to do anything but fuck me, without wasting any time at all on preliminaries. But here I am dying to have you fuck me, so you're the one who's forcing me to wait for it while you take me through all the lovely preliminaries which I don't need this time because I was burning up with passion for you from the very first touch. Talk about ironic! That's the point."
"But you do enjoy having your pussy eaten?" I persisted.
She rolled her eyes and her words came out in a sexy sigh as she admitted, "I've loved it ... the few chances I've ever gotten to enjoy being loved that way. But this is one of the few times I'd gladly pass-"
I interrupted, "Only amateurs, greenhorns, and horse-cocked stupes ever get in a hurry with sex. All connoisseurs know that patience adds richness to sex exactly as time adds quality to good wine or whiskey."
"Lordy, how did a guy as young as you are get so wise about things most men never live long enough to learn?" she sighed, sounding almost disgusted. Her breathing was again beginning to sound ragged as my fingers on her tits started right in rekindling her passion.
I chuckled and told her, "Maybe it's because I've liked girls well enough to listen to them, ever since I was just a little guy. No man can learn to make love to a woman unless he's first learned to respect whatever she has to say enough to really listen to her. But that listening involves a hell of a lot more than just listening to the things she says in words. That much I'm certain of."
"And most men never even listen to the things a woman tries to put into words, much less any more than that," Big Sandra murmured breathlessly. "You are really too much."
I said wryly, "Sure I am. After this, you'll probably take a shotgun to me if I even try to speak to your daughter."
"Don't be silly," Big Sandra gasped as she caressed her clitoris with the head of my cock. "You're the perfect one, I think, to teach a sweet girl like my little Sandra. You can give her a gift she'll cherish all the rest of her life."
"A gift?" I asked, puzzled.
Big Sandra nodded, her eyes again beginning to get a droop-lidded, bedroom look about them as her face again began looking drawn with the pressure of sexual tension rising within her. She whispered breathlessly, "You can give her a gift of knowledge. The knowledge of exactly how much she as a woman had a right to expect from a man making love to her. And the knowledge of how indescribably great it really is to be a woman when you've found the right man and you teach him how to make love to you just exactly right for you."
I couldn't believe my ears. "You approve of the idea of me fucking your daughter?" I demanded.
"Someone's sure as hell going to fuck her, and probably already has," Big Sandra exclaimed in ragged gasps. "Before she's any older, she'll be lucky if you teach her how really great sex can be. Ought to be. Can't help but be when it's done lovingly and warmheartedly, enthusiastically, freely, naturally, joyously."
I stared at her a moment, continuing to tease her luscious tits. Finally I declared, "You really mean it."
"You bet your sweet ass I really mean it," Big Sandra exclaimed. "Even if she has been fucked a few times already, and even if none of those times were like they actually should have been, she hasn't been soured on sex yet. I know you'll make up, and then some, for whatever might have been wrong with her first experiences. You've proven to me how patient you can be and how loving and gentle. And I'm convinced there wouldn't be such a creature as a so-called frigid woman if all girls were properly initiated into the joys of fucking the way I know you fuck, even though I still haven't experienced the joy yet of having you fuck me. And I want that for little Sandra because I never want her winding up frigid because she's been frightened of sex by the ordinary kind of male stupes who think fucking a girl is just another kind of wrestling match that the girl always loses. Too many women get permanently soured on sex by those kind of male animals."
"You seem to have pretty strong feelings on the matter," I observed.
"Because I came damned near becoming a frigid woman," Big Sandra declared as she moved the head of my cock away from her clitoris and back down into the slippery lips of her drooling cunt again. She stroked it up and down through them caressingly as she told me, "The only thing that saved me was that I'd had a boyfriend in college who'd taught me just how great sex could be. So disgusted as I'd gotten with my husband, instead of turning frigid, I remembered those times with that other guy and went looking for someone like him. Someone like you. Because I'd just as soon become a zombie as become frigid; they're both more dead than alive.
"A frigid woman loses her capacity to love warmheartedly. Her capacity to share her body with another mortal joyously, freely, naturally. She either loses or never learns to revel in the capacity of her body to be sensuous. Forgets how, or never learns, to thoroughly enjoy her flesh, to enjoy the myriad varieties of delicious sensation that can be produced in her flesh when she isn't afraid to allow that flesh to be brought wholly alive, sensuously alive. If she's never learned that kind of joy in being alive, never experienced it, she can very easily become a hopeless case if she's unfortunate enough to get tied up with the wrong man.
"But if she's once known what sex can be like, she may forget for a while because of disgust or despair of the present, but there's still always a chance she'll remember. She may learn, to her sorrow, that numbered among men are too many stupid clods, too many horse-cocked dimwits, too many guilt-ridden rabbits, all of them worse than useless to a woman sexually. But as long as she knows from experience that other men do exist who are wholly different from those sexual cripples, there's a good chance she won't be crippled too. A good chance she'll fight to get her freedom back, then hunt until she finds herself one of those exceptional kind of men who fucks warmheartedly, joyously, lovingly, and will help her learn again to fuck warmheartedly and joyously in return. That's the priceless gift you can give my little Sandra."
CHAPTER THREE
I stood there staring at Big Sandra, pulling the excited nipples of both her luscious tits while she stroked the head of my cock up and down through the feverish lips of her cunt, helping me whip up a fresh storm of passion within her. I'd never expected to live long enough to hear a mother actually inviting me to fuck her daughter, as she just had. But as I thought over her reasoning about it, I had to admit to myself it seemed to add up to pretty good sense. It's just that few mothers have the capacity to be that objective and realistic about such a situation.
I raised her delectable tits in both hands, bowed my head to them. I gave each tautly excited nipple a quick, sucking kiss. As each nipple went into my mouth briefly, I flicked my tongue around it as I sucked it. That brought a strangled sounding gasp out of Big Sandra. Her free hand grabbed for my hair while the hand on my cock began trying to help her thrusting ass shove it into her cunt.
We had pretty well drip-dried as we stood there on the tiled bathroom floor outside the shower stall, so I swept her up off her feet into my arms and headed for the bedroom. She was giggling and shrieking like an excited schoolgirl as we went.
I dropped her on the king-sized bed so her ass was on the very edge of the mattress. I went down upon my knees on the floor there beside the edge of the bed. I raised her feet, hooking them on the edge of the mattress out on either side of her luscious ass so that her upraised knees were spread wide apart. Then I leaned forward between her legs, but ignored her delectable cunt for the moment.
Instead, I brought my hot mouth down upon her navel, licked around the rim of it with the tip of my tongue, then plunged that tip into it as far as I could make it go. Her fingers fastened lovingly in my hair and a pleased murmur rose softly from her.
From her belly button, I started kissing and licking a zigzag trail downward over her lower belly. I'd never had anyone except girls about my own age before, so was a little surprised, I'll admit, to find the skin of Big Sandra's belly as creamy smooth and velvety soft as any of those younger girls.
My tongue felt the muscles under her lovely skin begin rippling with tension as sensation mounted within her. My stiff cock began throbbing with fresh excitement in response to the excitement I knew I was creating in her. I forgot about how much older she was, forgot she could have been my own mother. All I was aware of by that time was that she was a luscious female whose enthusiastic response made it obvious she found me a terrifically exciting male. A male whose caresses were creating delectable sensations for her.
My caressing mouth finally got down where the edge of Big Sandra's silky nest of cunt hair brushed my cheek and the side of my mouth. At that instant a gasping moan came out of her and I felt her belly muscles tying into harder knots.
I took my time, kissing my way from one side of her lower belly to the other along that boundary of curly cunt muff. Big Sandra began sounding like she was having to struggle just to get breath in and out. I'd made girls gasp for breath like that before, but it's one of those things that always seem just as new and exciting to me every time it happens as it did the very first time. My cock had responded by getting so hard it ached. Boy, was I ever tempted to forget everything else I had planned for her and just shove that aching cock into her sizzling cunt without any more delay.
But I knew, at the very time I was feeling the temptation, that giving in to an impulse like that would be indulging in kid stuff, even though most men may be as guilty of such lack of control as most kids are. When I finished this session with Big Sandra, I wanted to have taken every last wriggle out of her ass for at least an hour or so. I knew I'd be stacking the odds against myself if I started shoving the cock to her this early. So I just pushed the temptation aside and hung onto my cool.
Big Sandra had started waving her knees back and forth in the air, opening her legs and her cunt from wide to wider, an unmistakable invitation. But I ignored that too. Instead of kissing my way right on down into that steaming, open cunt of hers like she was begging me to, I took my mouth from her lower belly to one of her upraised knees.
She groaned in protest, her fingers tightening in my hair, and tried to pull my mouth to her cunt. But I held firm where I was, beginning to kiss and lick at the tender skin of her lower thigh. When she gave up her effort to pull my mouth to her cunt and relaxed her arms, I switched to her other lower thigh, kissing and licking my way a couple of inches downward over there.
Big Sandra was uttering an almost continuous low moan now as she made little wriggling movements with her sweet ass. Her body language was as unmistakable as words, pleading with me to hurry and get to her feverishly waiting cunt.
Unhurriedly, I continued kissing and licking my way downward over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. As my mouth finally approached the damp curls over her cunt, her ass began wriggling more frantically. She began raising her ass clear off the bed, thrusting her sizzling cunt upward toward my mouth imploringly.
She succeeded in brushing her damp cunt hair against my cheek, in bringing her cunt so close I could feel heat radiating from its feverish depths against my cheek. But I didn't let her hurry me.
Instead, I sent my tongue licking wetly into her velvety groin, there at the joining of her upper thigh with her lower belly. I felt her whole body trembling with pent-up desire and anticipation. I knew she was hoping my next move surely would bring my lips and tongue to her eagerly waiting cunt.
I let her wait some more, however, taking my tongue to her other groin for a deep, moist, leisurely lick. As I was doing that, I had an inspiration. I remembered how it had felt the first time a girl sucking my cock had licked me across the asshole; I'd nearly blown my mind. So now I abruptly moved my face lower and thrust my tongue deep into the crack of Big Sandra's ass. I'd lathered it good when we were in the shower, so I knew I was running no risk of it not being entirely lickable.
As the tip of my tongue touched Big Sandra's startled asshole, she gave a surprised jump that raised her whole ass off the bed. A gasp came out of her like I'd stuck her with a knife or a hot iron. Then an agonized protest came hissing noisily out of her, "You're killing me! I'm so hot I'll explode if you-"
A startled gasp cut off her words as I licked upward across her trembling asshole again. Then I quickly took the tip of my tongue back to her asshole and started licking around and around it, like I'd done her bellybutton. She uttered a trembling wail like I really was killing her.
But I kept it up. Suddenly Big Sandra's wail sharpened into an ecstatic scream. That same instant I felt the muscles around her rectum begin pulsating, just as the muscles in her cunt did when an orgasm started. And sure enough, she was coming again. I was amazed. It was the first time that had ever happened to me; I'd blasted her off into orgasmic space by just licking her asshole.
It was obvious that was what had triggered her by the way she started thrusting her ass downward, striving to intensify the contact of my tongue with her asshole. And it was equally obvious that she was coming hard.
I felt so pleased with myself, I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing. Just in time I remembered I was more than just a fascinated spectator. I redoubled the caresses of my tongue, giving her no respite, deciding to see just how many consecutive orgasms I could trigger for her.
It was wildly exciting, watching her writhing ass, feeling the furious pulsations shuddering through her whole lower body, hearing her strangled breathing and ecstatic screams. In addition, there was the feeling of pleasant amazement and satisfaction I experienced each time I demonstrated to myself this power I had just in my tongue, with no help whatever from my cock, to send a luscious female tripping out into orgasmic orbit.
The sensations I created in big Sandra by continuing my tongue's caresses to her asshole triggered her off on three more orgasms in rapid succession. As her quivering anus stopped pulsating with the frantic spasms of that fourth orgasm, I decided another technique might help keep her orgasmic ball bouncing. Her entire asshole area was saturated, of course, with my slippery saliva, so I slipped my thumb into her asshole just as it stopped pulsating. As it went into her, she stiffened with a startled gasp and for an instant I thought just my thumb up her ass was all it was going to take to trigger a fifth orgasm.
Then the muscles clamped around my thumb relaxed a bit as a sigh came shuddering out of her heavily. So I slipped my forefinger into her cunt, bringing another sharp gasp from Big Sandra. Then her ass began wriggling, clearly telling me she'd decided she liked what I was doing.
I eased thumb and finger deeper into asshole and cunt until I could bring their tips together inside her. Between them, of course, was a thin wall of slippery membrane. In it was a cord of nerves. She moaned and wriggled her ass when I stroked that cord between the tips of thumb and finger, uttering a long, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" as I began caressing it gently.
Then I gave her a deep, wet lick up through each groin, adding some more sensation to what my thumb and finger were creating. Big Sandra screamed softly and her fingers clutched my hair frantically. She acted almost desperate as she again started trying to pull my mouth to her cunt.
This time I decided I'd delayed getting my mouth and tongue acquainted with her sweet pussy long enough. I found within me a real hunger to discover how she tasted. So I let her slowly pull my mouth up to her open, inviting cunt.
It seemed to surprise her when suddenly I planted my lips upon the feverish lips of her cunt and thrust my tongue as deep into that sizzling cunt of hers as I could make it reach. She screamed louder than before and her hands worked convulsively at my hair.
I started licking in and out of Big Sandra's burning cunt as fast as I could make my hard tongue fly back and forth from my mouth. At the same time, I found her rigid clitoris with the tip of my nose. A slight movement of my head was all it took to make the tip of my nose stroke that erotic center of hers, thus adding a third type of stimulation I was giving her to multiply fresh torrents of raging sensation roaring through her.
Almost quicker than I can tell it, Big Sandra's whole lower belly began shuddering with a new frenzy of massive pulsations as she came again, this time even harder than any of the orgasms she'd had before. I felt the little shaft of her clitoris pulsating against the caressing tip of my nose. The muscles of her asshole were milking away relentlessly around my thumb, just as the muscles of her cunt were doing to my finger and my penetrating tongue.
It was wildly erotic! My aching cock felt like almost anything, even a movement of air across its tingling head, might be all it would take to explode it. Trembling right on the brink of a massive ejaculation, being able to savor the sensation as its duration was drawn out, struck me as being almost better than actually coming, but that's not to say it relieved my desire for ultimate release. It just intensified and extended it, multiplied the pleasure of it.
I began thinking I'd triggered Big Sandra off on an orgasm that was never going to end. She kept writhing and screaming and carrying on. The longer it lasted, the more intense became that inferno of excitement I felt building within my belly in response. I realized I'd discovered the greatest aphrodisiac in existence, a warmhearted woman's passionate response to her lover. The power of it would have stiffened the cock on a mummy.
Greedily, I thrust my tongue deep into Big Sandra's furiously pulsating cunt, straining to send it deeper into her than it had ever reached before. I lapped and sucked hungrily at the flow of hot love-honey drooling from her sizzling cunt. Her hand clutched at my hair harder, trying to pull my mouth more tightly to her quaking cunt.
That fabulous orgasm finally began tapering off, however, and reluctantly ended. As I felt the pulsations of her cunt which had been milking away steadily at my tongue and finger begin that tapering off, I realized a new tactic probably was in order.
I switched my lips and tongue from her blazing vaginal sheath's entrance, the fiery lips of her cunt, to her clitoris. As my lips closed upon that excited little shaft and my tongue began licking at it as I sucked on it gently, replacing the lesser sensations created by the caressing tip of my nose, a louder scream came blasting out of Big Sandra than any she'd uttered before. Instantly I felt an intense shudder rush through her entire body. That was followed by a tremendous contraction of all the muscles in her cunt, her anus, and her entire lower belly, the start of furious new pumping of a fresh orgasm.
She writhed around frantically, her scream continuing, wriggling her cunt against my mouth desperately. Her hands abandoned my hair and went flying up to clutch at her own like she was afraid the top of her head was going to blow off. Even that last long orgasm of hers had only been a warm-up, compared to this one.
At long last, however, her scream tapered off into not much more than an anguished, wavering groan. I felt the intensity of the pulsations starting to fade slowly. I knew that orgasm would finish her unless I came up with something I hadn't tried yet.
I realized abruptly that I had one hand I hadn't been doing a thing with except caressing Big Sandra's outer thigh and occasionally steadying her writhing ass a little to keep her from wrenching her cunt away from my mouth. I thrust that hand up along her side until it found her tit.
Just as she went limp as that most recent orgasm ended, I closed thumb and finger upon her rigid nipple and began pulling it gently and rolling it between thumb and finger as it stretched. That new source of sensation, added to the continuing caresses of my other thumb and finger in her asshole and cunt and my mouth and tongue stimulating her clitoris released a whole untapped reservoir of passion. Her ass began wriggling as frantically as before. Her scream sounded like she was being killed for certain.
Something else new happened that time; her heels came up off the edge of the bed and before I knew what she was up to her legs were securely locked around my head. My face was clamped so tightly against her furiously pulsating cunt that I could hardly breathe. Her whole body was jerking convulsively with the fury of her muscles' contractions. I had to fight down a sudden surge of fear, feeling trapped and awed and uncertain about exactly what I had triggered that time.
If I still had a choice about it, I quickly decided, I was ready to end that phase of our session. So I slipped my thumb and finger out of her frantically pulsating asshole and cunt and quit teasing her nipple with my other hand. I was helpless to get my mouth away from her cunt, but I stopped all the licking and sucking at her clitoris.
I had to keep breathing whenever I got a chance, however, and my hot breath flowing across her clitoris seemed to continue stimulating it. I got worried that just my breathing in and out over her clitoris was going to keep that fantastic orgasm from ever ending.
Talk about feeling relieved, I really felt relieved when the furious pulsations at long last started easing off and finally ended. Big Sandra suddenly went as limp as a string of boiled spaghetti. Her legs loosened their grip upon my head and slipped down my back, finally letting her feet fall to the floor on either side of me. How good it felt to be able to pull my face away from her lathered cunt and once more draw cool, fresh air deep into my burning lungs.
I got up off my knees and found my legs too feeling strangely weak and unsteady. So I climbed upon the bed and stretched out beside Big Sandra. The only part of me that wasn't basking in relief that the furious action just ended was over with was my rigid cock; it was aching for action like it had never ached before.
I roused myself, got up where I had some leverage, and dragged Big Sandra's dead weight across the bed until her legs and feet were on the bed too. Then stretched out beside her again, gathering her into my arms. I hugged her close, pressing her naked tits against my chest. Bringing her soft belly against mine and her lathered cunt against the fantastic hardness of my aching cock. Just the heat of her cunt felt good to it. I twined my legs lovingly with hers and rubbed my cock in the slippery crack of her cunt to get it coated with lubrication and ready to be plunged into her. The time had finally come to give her the fucking she'd been begging for. I felt completely confident that now when I finally shot my wad, there wouldn't be a single wriggle left in Big Sandra's lovely ass for at least a couple of hours. By that time I'd be long ready again and still in complete control of the situation. A man can always eat a woman's pussy, even when his cock isn't up to making a raise, but personally I enjoy eating pussy one hell of a lot more when I have a fully loaded cock waiting and always ready. I think pussy tastes one hell of a lot sweeter when you're able to eat it from your own choice to do it, rather than out of necessity because you've got nothing but your tongue in shape for action. So I've always planned ahead.
Anyhow, as I lathered my cock up, rubbing it up and down through the foaming lips of Big Sandra's relaxed cunt, she suddenly sighed heavily, then murmured, "Lordy, what a lover you are! You're greater than any man I ever had before."
Wearily she raised her leg and put it over my hip, opening her cunt wide to my caressing cock. I began thrusting the tingling head of it into her slippery deliciousness in shallow strokes. I kept it up a moment, then she whispered, sounding incredulous, "It's beginning to feel fantastically good to me again! And after all you've just done. I thought my bottom might be paralyzed after such a workout! But it's feeling great again already!"
That told me a change of position might be a good idea. One thing I've learned is that most women most of the time get a lot more sensation when a man lets them ride him, instead of him riding her. Part of it may be that they have no fear of anything happening that will hurt them when they're on top and in control of all the movement that takes place. Another part of it is probably psychological. The fact remains, most women get one hell of a lot more pleasure out of sex when a man is man enough it doesn't bother his ego to give them that position.
So I hugged Big Sandra to me tightly and rolled over, bringing her up astraddle me. Suddenly her limpness vanished. She caught her weight upon her hands and knees, raising herself over me.
I brought both hands up, catching her delectable tits between them. As I sucked both excited nipples into my mouth, I heard her murmuring in a voice that trembled with breathless excitement, "Sweet lover man, I'm finally going to get to fuck you!"
The trembling excitement in her voice triggered a fine trembling of anticipation in me that shot through me like lightning, almost like that was the very first time my cock had been that close to a welcoming cunt.
At the time I was fucking Big Sandra that first time, of course, I still hadn't been around all that much; I thought the special charge I was enjoying probably resulted from the fact she was old enough to be my own mother. I still won't deny the possibility of that having been part of it, but I've since become convinced that there was a lot more going for us than the mere difference in our ages.
Anyhow, like I said, Big Sandra gave out with that sexy murmur about, "I'm finally going to get to fuck you!" Then her voice raised into a kind of excited little yell, "Here goes everything!" and her ass came down hard, plunging my cock into her cunt clear to my balls. But I was amazed at how tight she felt as I went sliding into her. As I've explained, she was the first older woman I ever fucked, so I hadn't really had any idea what to expect. But I'd heard my share of shower-room stories, a lot of them spun by guys telling about fucking some older woman and how sloppy big her hard used old cunt felt to them. In very decided contrast to such stories, it felt to me like my cock completely filled Big Sandra's hot, glove-like vaginal sheath. Considering all I'd done to her orally beforehand, how completely lubricated that had made her whole cunt from its most remote depths outward, the fact that she still felt that tight seemed really amazing.
Big Sandra seemed to be a little amazed too. She gasped, "Lordy, lover man, you feel even more delicious in me than I'd hoped you possibly could!" And that was all I needed to know this was going to be one of the all-time greatest fucks I'd ever enjoyed. Mutuality, I'd already discovered even then, is that basic and vital to all really outstanding sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
Big Sandra was still for a moment after my cock had plunged up into her ass far as it could reach. She acted like she was just savoring the feel of it in her.
I tensed muscles that caused the head of my cock to give a jerk deep inside her. She gave out with a gasp that sounded both surprised and delighted.
Then she rotated her ass, making her cunt hair grind against mine as her cunt wriggled upon the hardness of my penetrating cock. I made the head of my cock give another throbbing jerk deep inside her.
Another little gasp of delight came out of Big Sandra. She murmured, "You know something, lover?"
"Like what?" I suggested.
She wriggled her ass on my hard cock for a moment, and that brought a long, low, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" sort of dribbling out of her. Finally she stopped wriggling, swallowed hard, then murmured, "Even when oral sex is as great as you made it for me, it can't even compare with the greatness of being coupled up like this, lover!"
I made my cock give another jump deep within her and she began bobbing her ass up and down in miniature movements that made my cock move in and out of her the tiniest fraction. Another moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her, loaded with near anguish and delight. After another moment she stopped wriggling her ass again briefly, murmuring, "Real fucking is so terrific! Why'd you make us waste so much time on oral sex before-"
I made her break that off, giving a hard suck and pull at both her tits, making her interrupt herself with another, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hmmmmm!" I kept right on sucking them hard, keeping her too busy groaning to do any more talking just then. As I sucked, my tongue flicked around one nipple, then the other, with a swirling movement. She began wriggling her ass again, making her cunt rotate around my cock like breathless dancers around a Maypole.
When I eased off the suction on her tits after a moment, she murmured breathlessly, "I'd almost forgotten just how great a patient man could make fucking feel to a girl! You are out of this world, lover, all the right things you know how to do to build a girl's steam pressure!"
Then Big Sandra wriggled her ass on my rigid cock for another moment, also beginning slowly to stroke it in and out of her. At first her thrusts were only tiny movements, but they grew longer and harder as they continued.
Suddenly my cock detected the start of a slow but steady change in the texture of the velvety lining of Big Sandra's glove-like cunt. That was a signal I'd learned well from the younger girls I'd fucked; I knew it signaled that the charge of excitement I'd been building within her was becoming so intense she was very close to blasting off into another orgasm.
Sure enough, abruptly Big Sandra began panting like she'd been on a hard run. Then breathlessly she gasped, sounding surprised, "Oh, lordy, I'm gonna come again! I thought I'd never have strength enough to come again, before you finished eating my pussy ... but the way it's building up, deep inside me ... I'm gonna come again ... like I never come before!"
She'd quit the long strokes abruptly, going back to rubbing her belly tightly against mine, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in movements that created maximum friction on her clitoris and made the head of my cock caress mysterious, hidden parts deep within her cunt. The movements weren't big, but the way she acted made it obvious that the sensation it was creating for her was mountainous.
Big Sandra's panting gasps began sounding like sobs. I could feel increasing flows of her hot love juices rushing from hidden glands within her, hotly bathing the entire length of my tingling cock. I began gobbling at her tits like I was trying to siphon it up through them.
Suddenly Big Sandra drew her belly away from mine slightly, clamping down upon my cock with the muscles of her sizzling vaginal sheath as she pulled my cock outward. The abrupt increase in friction made the intensity of the sensation I was getting zoom! Talk about delicious! Only the tits filling my mouth to overflowing kept back a yell that tried to rise out of me.
The sensation was indescribable as the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of my cock came sliding outward through ring after ring of encircling muscles. She released the tension in them, then clamped down again. I thought I was going out of my ever-loving skull!
That time the sensation in my cock went off the scale. I really began gobbling at Big Sandra's luscious tits more frantically than ever. A yell again tried to blast its way out of me and again her tits held it corked up inside me. That seemed to make the intense sensation become even more intense.
I began feeling my come juices gathering, began feeling the pressure rising toward the promise of a fantastic explosion. My senses began reeling under the furious assault by riptides of sensation.
Big Sandra checked the withdrawing movement of her ass as the flared rim on the head of my cock forced her cunt's inner lips open more widely. Instead of allowing it to come on out of her, she reversed direction abruptly and drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt. Her furious thrust brought our bellies together with an audible slap. That plunge of my cock into her fiery depths shot sensation searing through me that was indescribable!
Then Big Sandra began swinging her hips back and forth over me, making my cock stroke in and out of her hotly clinging cunt faster and harder, harder yet and faster still. Each time our bellies collided, they created an audible slap, like applauding hands.
Something about that sound seemed erotic as hell, heightening the floods of delicious sensation sweeping through me. Again and again she drew her belly so far away from mine that another fraction would have let my cock fall free of her burning cunt's possessive grip. Then she'd plunge my cock back into the depths of her cunt like she was trying to drive it clear on up through her backbone.
Each thrust created a fantastic zoom in my soaring sensation. Fantastic isn't even the word for it ... it simply was indescribable!
I was glad my mouth was so crammed with her tits. If just one of the yells her tits kept choked back had gotten out of me, some neighbor sure as hell would have heard and thought someone was getting killed and called the police.
Big Sandra was struggling over me like her life depended upon hammering my ass through the mattress. She was panting and gasping and moaning almost like she was being killed, but she kept right on hammering my cock in and out of her ravenous cunt relentlessly.
I began bowing myself up off the bed in a frantic attempt to drive my cock into her deeper. It seemed desperately important that if I possibly could, I'd send my cock deeper into her delicious, delectable, delightfully fiery cunt deeper than it had ever gone before.
One thing I knew for certain, that exquisite explosion both of us were striving for so frantically was not far away. My cock and whole lower belly was filled with the delicious pain of the intensifying promise of that eruption we each longed for.
Big Sandra's frenzied struggle on my cock made it obvious she was as caught up in the delight of that indescribably exquisite torment as I was. That added a spice of delighted satisfaction to all the other terrific sensation I was wallowing in, further intensifying it.
Big Sandra kept pounding our bellies together, riding me relentlessly. Without even looking, I knew the pubic hair of both our lower bellies was drenched in a foaming lather of our combined sex juices which by then had the consistency of whipped cream.
Then Big Sandra's head tipped back on her shoulders. A strangled yell of rapturous ecstasy screamed from her. The muscles of her cunt clamped down upon my cock for a moment in a strangle hold. Just as abruptly the grip was released, only to be instantly renewed as all the muscles throughout her cunt and entire lower belly began pulsating furiously, milking desperately at my cock. Intense excitement flashed from the lining of her pulsating cunt to the tingling head of my cock like a high-voltage arc of electricity. That was all she wrote!
My yell got past Big Sandra's tits that time. Her tits did muffle it, or everyone within two blocks surely would have heard me. It felt like suddenly I was shooting liquid fire from the head of my furiously pumping cock. The sensation was like a raging, blazing typhoon, threatening to overwhelm me. It seemed unendurable!
Yet I managed to endure, somehow. Of course I did lose all track of anything and everything except my cock as it pistoned furiously back and forth in her sizzling cunt. I became totally unaware of all the rest of her, just as I did of all the rest of the entire world. My senses were too overwhelmed with sensation to register beyond that limited range.
Our mutual storm of passion raged on and on and on. Endlessly my geysering cock shot jet after jet after jet of my blazing come juices into Big Sandra's greedily drinking cunt. I felt as if all my flesh and bone was being melted down and liquefied, being sucked toward the powerful, relentless vortex pulling fluid from every cell of my body to feed those pumps in the roots of my cock. It was almost frightening and at the same time indescribably delicious.
But the demanding pumps finally began to ease, finally became not quite so relentless. As the thunderous throbbing slowly eased, the limits of my awareness began pushing outward once more. As my subsiding storm of sensation quieted still further, I became aware of Big Sandra still struggling over me.
I found her whole body was trembling. She appeared on the verge of collapse, as if almost totally exhausted. Her tortured breath whistled in and out of her. She seemed unable to pull enough air into her struggling lungs.
Yet it was obvious she was still coming, still struggling feebly in the merciless grip of a momentous orgasm. A low, anguished moan came dribbling from her twisted lips. She really sounded like someone who might actually be dying.
Yet she kept struggling, straining desperately to continue stroking my cock in and out of her cunt, her movements a kind of agony in slow motion. I became aware of faint pulsations in her cunt, its muscles still straining wearily as they gripped, released, and gripped again, still milking away in deadly earnest at my cock's remaining hardness.
She shuddered abruptly. The last contraction of her cunt muscles relaxed, letting her cunt start to grow slack. She collapsed upon me, as if the muscles of her trembling arms and legs had gone slack with her cunt. She later told me she'd come hard another four times during the time my geysering cock had been coming once inside her, and that each time had seemed more intense to her than any of the orgasms I'd triggered for her orally. So I suppose it's understandable why she collapsed as she finally did. Obviously, my objective of dragging every last wriggle out of her ass for at least a couple of hours had been fully achieved.
Right at that moment I wasn't thinking about that, however. I was having problems getting enough breath, just as she was. So I struggled until I rolled over on one side, letting her slide off the top of me on her side. My cock came sliding out of her sopping cunt in the course of the struggle. It really didn't seem to matter, however. Not at that point.
We lay there, side by side, struggling to get our breath flowing properly again. After several minutes I regained enough breath to gasp teasingly, "I'm sorry I couldn't have made it better for you. Maybe after I've had more experience-"
She cut in on me, gasping sharply, "You want to kill me? Make me fuck myself completely to death?"
She lay there gasping, too busy struggling for breath to say any more, for a moment. Then she declared, "That was by all odds the greatest fuck of my entire life, darling. You are too much. I think you might be able to make a poor mindless woman actually fuck her fool self completely to death. If you'd kept on, I'm not sure I wouldn't have tried to-"
"Is he actually that great, Mom?" a voice cut in, coming from nearby, startling hell out of both of us. We both jerked up, looking toward the voice. My new classmate who I'd come there to pick up for our first date that evening, the younger Sandra, was standing wide-eyed in the bedroom doorway, watching us. We both just stared at her, frozen. She repeated, "Is he really all that great, Mom?"
"I-I-I-I-I-baby!" Big Sandra stammered. "What're you-"
Young Sandra interrupted, "Daddy dropped me at the door. He got a business call and had to catch a plane." As she explained, she started on into the bedroom. As she came, she began unfastening the zipper holding her dress. She was pulling it off as she stopped at the foot of the bed.
"What're you doing, baby?" Big Sandra demanded abruptly, sounding alarmed.
Young Sandra countered, demanding for the third time, "Is he actually as great, Mom, as you were telling him?"
"He's the greatest, sweetie," Big Sandra said fervently. Then again sounding alarmed she demanded, "What're you doing?"
Young Sandra had pulled her dress off over her head, letting her full, young braless breasts come tumbling free as she whipped the dress off impatiently. I think my eyes may have bugged at sight of those delectable tits of hers. Just the sight of them started my old cock getting hard again before it ever had really gotten soft.
Young Sandra tossed her dress aside and hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and pantyhose to start peeling them downward.
"What're you doing?" Big Sandra repeated a third time, her voice still rising.
Her delectable daughter glanced at her with twinkling eyes and murmured, "Just watch, Mom. You'll see!" She started climbing into bed with us, as bare-assed naked as we were.
CHAPTER FIVE
After that fabulous night with Big Sandra, topped off by a finale with her luscious daughter, I guess you can understand why I started looking at all older women with different eyes. One of the most delectable, to those different eyes of mine, was Heidi McMasters, my mother's best friend since their years as high school coeds together.
I'd grown up thinking of her respectfully as Aunt Heidi. But when I looked at Aunt Heidi through my newly opened eyes, I began seeing one hell of a lot of wasted feminine lusciousness. Because Aunt Heidi's husband was a super salesman who spent more time on airplanes than he did at home with his wife, flying hither, thither, and yon to conduct sales seminars at fancy prices for members of various companies' sales forces.
As a result, Aunt Heidi had a maid and housekeeper and cook and about everything else money can buy, except regular male companionship. Our town isn't a one-horse variety by any means, but it wasn't quite enough of a city to enable Aunt Heidi to enjoy that kind of freedom without jeopardizing all the rest of her enviable setup. Unless, of course, her male companion was someone other townsfolk thought no more of seeing her with than they thought of seeing a mother with her own son. And Aunt Heidi spent so much time at our house with Mother nearly every day, and had for years, that everyone was used to seeing her with me at the store or dairy or drug store picking up something Mother'd discovered at the last minute that she needed.
After I began seeing the "waste" Aunt Heidi represented in quality sexual adventure, I suddenly realized what a unique position that I alone was in to do something about salvaging that waste and turning it into living experience for both of us.
At the time I was still living it up keeping both the Sandras fully satisfied. That was the kind of setup most guys only dream about. In addition to the steady supply of quality fucking, anything Big Sandra had was as good as mine. So her fancy new Continental was at my disposal almost any time I wanted to use it. But naturally at least one of the Sandras usually went along with the Continental whenever I had it out, which hadn't seemed like any handicap whatever until I began pulling together some plans about salvaging Aunt Heidi's wasted ass.
I was smart enough to know that if I just tried to pull out on Big Sandra, I'd likely set off one hell of a scene, which I knew I could live without. Besides, both Sandras were damned good, in fact premium quality ass.
It might turn out that I'd like to pick up with them again some time in the future.
Then the perfect solution came to me. I went to Big Sandra with a story about having had a big, fat row with my folks. I told her I'd decided to move out on my parents and move in with her and Young Sandra. I was running on about how cozy that would be, permanently eliminating my need to get up and go home.
But Big Sandra interrupted me, declaring sharply, "That's the craziest, most utterly childish idea I ever heard of and I'm surprised and disappointed in you, Vince! I couldn't possibly allow you to move in here with us! It's just out of the question! Utterly impossible! And it makes the fact that we've been seeing entirely too much of each other unmistakably obvious!"
The thing that really had shaken Big Sandra, which she neglected making any mention of whatever, was that my moving in with her and Young Sandra would have given her ex all he needed to get him off the hook alimony-wise. She could see her fancy house and the new Continental every year and all the rest of the luxurious trimmings going straight down the drain. That was a far bigger price than she was about to pay for the privilege of my constant sexual services. So she insisted we should cool it. Remain good friends, but see far less of each other. She even suggested that a guy as young as I was should be seeing other girls and women. I acted like I couldn't believe it, but Big Sandra was firm. If I hadn't been certain of it before, I got a convincing demonstration of the fact that in the orchestration of values, most women assign sex to second fiddle and economic security to first.
Anyhow, I was off the hook there without any feminine hurt feelings, free to begin my campaign to salvage the waste of Aunt Heidi's sweet ass. I began by merely becoming more attentive in ways that not even my mother noticed, but Aunt Heidi began slowly becoming aware of it. I put my hands on her caressingly every excuse I got and every signal I picked up from her told me she liked it.
It was another waiting game, another exercise in patience. But I've found that patience is the key to just about anything and everything where a woman is concerned. So I took my time and let Aunt Heidi make her own discovery, slowly having her eyes opened until when she looked at me she saw a young man instead of her dear friend's cute little boy. When I began detecting little shivers running through her every time I put my hands on her body lightly, I knew that miraculous transformation in her eyesight had been completed.
Aunt Heidi and her husband owned a fancy summer place on a remote mountain lake about one hundred miles from town to which my parents and I had been invited many times. She liked to go up there in the winter time too for skiing and ice skating, but seldom was able to interest Mother or any of their mutual friends in joining her because that kind of an adventure in cold weather was too much like roughing it.
I began dropping hints about what great fun it would be to spend a weekend skiing and ice skating. She picked it up and soon thought it was her very own idea, as it usually had been in the past. As usual, no one else in her circle of friends was interested. So I volunteered to go, which Mom and Dad both thought was very noble of me. Talk about having your cake.
So Aunt Heidi and I went to the mountains together. Before, whenever I'd gone anywhere with her, she'd always done the driving. An unmistakable sign of the difference in the eyes she was seeing me through was the fact that before we were a dozen blocks from my house, she pulled to the curb, suggesting, "Why don't you drive, Vince, dear?"
Three hours later we locked her car in the tight garage at the end of the road above the lake. I loaded our groceries and other gear on a bobsled, then got my skies on. We shoved off down the slope through the pines to the open field of snow-covered ice below. I put the toe of both skies on the rear edge of the bobsled and steered it with the tow-ropes tied on either side at the front. It wasn't the greatest steering arrangement ever invented and I just barely missed smacking into a big tamarack or bull-pine two or three times.
I could easily have broken my fool neck, I suppose, but Aunt Heidi and I weren't in any mood for somber possibilities. The spirit of adventure was running hot and high within both of us, therefore my close calls weren't frightening to either of us but hilariously funny. We came shooting out of the trees and out upon the snow over the lake laughing like fools. If Aunt Heidi hadn't been such an expert skier, she'd have had to crack up, laughing the way she was while covering the snow at such high speed.
But the Fates seemed to be smiling upon this adventure of ours because neither of us suffered any mishap. We headed for the luxurious cabin two miles away on the far shore of the lake laughing together and chattering like two high-spirited kids. I can't remember having ever felt more fully or more joyously alive. I'm certain she felt exactly the same way.
Once we reached the cabin and got the door unlocked, she put our provisions away while I got a roaring fire going in the huge fireplace. When I finally turned from the crackling fire, I found Heidi standing a little way behind me, a strange, bright, speculative look in her eyes as she watched me.
I straightened and she came to me suddenly, raised her arms and clasped her hands behind my neck as she exclaimed, "I've already had more fun than I've enjoyed for weeks. Thank you so much, Vincey, for coming with me so I could enjoy this-"
She broke off with a low but sharp gasp as I raised my hands on her sides, just under her armpits, the heels of my palms against the softness of the beginning swell of both her breasts. I'd been careful to place them far enough back so it would seem a completely innocent move, one that by no stretch of imagination could be interpreted as forward or fresh. But her response to the touch of my hands there wouldn't have been much more pronounced had I boldly cupped both her luscious tits in my palms.
Heidi stood there staring up at me for an instant, hands locked behind my neck. Suddenly she pulled my head down to hers as she came up on tiptoe. Her lovely lips closed hungrily upon mine. She'd been kissing me ever since my earliest memory, but she'd never kissed me like that before.
Suddenly her tongue came thrusting against my lips, demandingly, fiercely, ready to force its way through if I'd offered any resistance. Of course I didn't. At least only enough so it wouldn't be too obvious that this wasn't the first time such a thing had ever happened to me. I had it doped out long before this that the best role for me to play with Heidi was that of the inexperienced virgin.
Behind us the fire was crackling merrily in the huge fireplace, beginning to drive out the chill. But before Heidi broke that first kiss of passion shared with me, neither of us really needed much help from that fire against the cold. We both were starting to get steamed up real good.
But Heidi turned suddenly contrite as our lips parted. Her eyes searched my face anxiously as she murmured, "Oh, Vincey, you'll probably think I'm terrible!"
I hugged her against myself, trying to appear as awkward about it as I could manage, shaking my head emphatically as I protested, "You're wonderful! You're the first one who's ever treated me like I might be nearly an adult."
Quickly she agreed, "And you should be treated like an adult, darling! Being an adult is a physical thing that has nothing whatever to do with one's age in years. And physically-" She held me away, looking my tall body up and down admiringly, then continued, "Physically you're a Greek god! The picture of young manhood's ultimate in perfection."
I looked away, trying to appear rather shamefaced, and murmured, "I just wish someone loved me enough to teach me how to really act like a man. You know ... with a-"
I broke off like I couldn't quite put it into words. But Heidi whispered breathlessly, sounding rather conspiratorial, "How to really act like a man with a woman, Vincey?"
I nodded mutely.
She stood there staring up at me, a sudden strange hunger beginning to glow in her intent eyes.
When she said nothing immediately, I muttered, "It doesn't make any difference how big and strong you are, you can't feel like a real man until you've learned that. But how is a fellow supposed to ever learn?"
"I know!" Heidi nodded instantly, sounding full of sympathy. "That's one area in which this society of ours is completely idiotic! Primitive tribes all over the world have customs that reveal more wisdom, more understanding of the realities of life. The Polynesian people, for instance, have a tradition that some older woman, a friend of a young man's family, someone he's always known and loved, is given the responsibility of teaching him how to act like a man with a woman. It all takes place very naturally and honestly."
I muttered, "I sure wish I'd been born a Polynesian. The other guys at school make fun of me. I act like a dunce around girls because I know I'd have no idea what to do even if one of them was willing to let me."
She just stared up at me silently for a moment, then murmured breathlessly, "There's nothing in this world I'd rather do than teach you-" She broke off, unable to quite voice her complete thought.
Hesitantly awkward, I muttered, "I've always loved you."
"And I love you!" Heidi said fiercely, hugging herself against me. She held her luscious body pressed tightly against mine for a silent moment. Then she murmured, "Are you sure you'd still love me ... sure you wouldn't think I'd turned into some terribly wicked kind of old woman, if-"
I interrupted, protesting fiercely, "You could never do anything wicked or terrible and you're not old, anyhow! You don't seem much older than some of the girls in my senior class at school ... only you never laugh behind my back because I'm so green, like they do."
She hugged herself against me more tightly as she murmured, "You poor, sweet, innocent darling!" She pulled my head down again for another long tongue kiss. Before she ended it, I was so hot I felt like I had to get out of some clothes. Actually I wasn't as hot as I thought, however; I discovered Heidi had turned up the big forced-air propane furnace they always left burning with the thermostat set just high enough to keep the plumbing from freezing. The furnace and the roaring fire in the fireplace and my heavy ski clothes had all combined with the heat that soul kiss had put into my blood to produce the feeling in me like I was running a high fever.
Heidi noticed the beads of sweat on my brow as our lips parted and instantly suggested, "Why don't we have a bath and freshen up?"
I didn't feel any need for freshening up, but I understood how difficult it seems for many humans just to pull their clothes off and get with it with a new sex partner. Most people, especially women, need some excuse for getting out of their clothes, at least the first time or two they're with someone new.
So I let her lead me to the luxurious bathroom which I knew from visits there with my parents boasted a king-size shower stall plus a king-size Roman bath set into the floor right in the center of the big room. As we stopped just inside the bathroom doorway, Heidi said, "It takes an awful long time to run that huge tub full of water." She glanced up at me with a hopeful look in her eyes. But I figured the longer she had to wait, the more passionate she'd be.
So I said, "Why don't we start the tub filling, then put some records on the stereo and dance some of those old-fashioned cheek-to-cheek kind of dances while the water's running?"
It was obvious that hadn't been exactly the response she'd hoped for, but with forced brightness Heidi exclaimed, "That's a great idea!"
"I'll go get some records on the stereo," I volunteered, "while you do whatever has to be done to start the tub filling."
She said, "I'll have to take my clothes off first and scrub it out a little."
Acting my part as an inexperienced male virgin, I said, "I'll go pick some-"
"Why don't you wait a minute?" Heidi interrupted. "I might need some help getting out of my clothes." She started pulling off her ski outfit.
Abruptly I said, "I'd better get something for us to drink. That I know how to do."
That brought a delighted little laugh out of Heidi, then she called after me, "There's some nice sweet wine under the bar. Be a dear and bring me a glass of that."
I struck my head back in through the doorway to ask, "Okay if I have a glass of it, too?"
Heidi laughed again, then exclaimed, "Of course, darling. You're grown up enough to do everything a man does. Help yourself."
Now that she'd committed herself to doing it, Heidi was obviously getting a terrific charge out of the idea of initiating me into the rites and mysteries of manhood. I had to suppress a chuckle of my own as I pulled my head out of the doorway and hurried back to the big front room and the well-stocked bar there.
Minutes later I returned to the bathroom carrying a tray containing two glasses and the bottle of wine. I found Heidi down in the Roman tub, rinsing it out. She was naked except for a big bath towel she'd tied around her waist. Her tits were bare, and a lovelier pair I'd never seen. She really was quite a dish.
I put the tray down on the edge of the tub and poured a glass of wine for her. She finished rinsing out the tub, stood up and turned toward me expectantly. I started to hand her the glass of wine, then froze, staring at her luscious tits. Actually, of course, I was only pretending just keeping up my act as the inexperienced virgin about to get seduced. Aunt Heidi didn't miss the entranced stare of my eyes. She straightened herself even more, making them thrust out from her chest proudly, her taut nipples looking saucy.
She seemed to have forgotten all about the glass of wine I extended to her, she was so busy enjoying the way I was staring. She murmured, "Do you like the way they look, darling?"
I gulped and did a damned good job, if I do say so myself, of making my voice sound like an excited croak as I nodded and gasped, "Beautiful!"
Of course that was no lie. Her tits were beautiful and I was more than somewhat excited. In fact, my cock was trying to tear its way through my ski pants and was so hard it ached.
She chuckled quietly, then asked, "Would you like to touch them?"
I gulped like I was about to strangle on my excitement, then nodded mutely.
She said, "My girls would love to have you kiss and suck them a little. Would you like to kiss and suck them?"
Again I just gulped kind of frantically and nodded.
"You're so sweet," she murmured in a sexy voice. "So very, very sweet."
Suddenly she seemed to see the glass of wine I was holding. She reached for it quickly and took it in one hand while her other hand flew up to catch my wrist. She walked over close to the edge of the tub, brought my hand to her tit and guided it in cupping itself around that lovely. Her merry eyes were fixed upon my face, drinking in my reactions, loving my look of startled amazement mingled with desperate longing.
I was playing my part to the damned hilt. I was letting her enjoy the role of the seductress, the huntress. And she was loving it, just as I'd figured she would. On the other hand, if I'd tried coming on strong with the big he-man bit, trying to be overpowering, she'd have screamed bloody murder and I'd never have gotten even halfway to first base, far less her muff-covered home plate.
Anyhow, it gave me a secret charge, knowing I'd managed to dope out just exactly the right combination to unlock Aunt Heidi's sweet treasure box. Still holding my hand cupped around her luscious tit, she raised the glass of wine in her other hand to her lips and sipped at it slowly, watching me over the rim of the glass.
CHAPTER SIX
"Is the wine what you expected?" I asked, acting nervous when she continued silently watching me as she sipped it.
Heidi chuckled, a low, sexy sound deep in her throat, then murmured, "Better than I expected ... exactly like you, Vincey, dear. You look uncomfortable in all those heavy clothes. Why don't you get into a nice comfortable towel, like I'm wearing?"
I gulped and managed a strained-sounding croak, "A towel?"
She nodded, beaming with high spirits and amusement. "Like I'm wearing," she repeated. "Then we'll be ready to dance while this tub fills. Okay?"
She took away the hand that had been holding my hand cupped around her luscious tit. I stood up quickly, my hand coming away from her tit as I straightened. I paused, looking down at her, then asked, "Are you sure you want me to?"
Heidi laughed merrily and declared, "Of course I'm sure, darling. "A towel is the only sensible clothing to wear when dancing cheek to cheek with someone you find very exciting."
Incredulously I asked, "But do you find me ... exciting?"
That brought another merry laugh from her, then she exclaimed fervently, "You probably have no idea just how very, very exciting I find you, lover! No idea!"
I said quickly, "I'd better go pick a stack of records for the-"
She interrupted, urging, "Don't worry about the records, darling! Get out of those heavy clothes and into a towel first. You'll be much more comfortable!"
"I don't know." I said, shaking my head dubiously.
"Don't be bashful with me, love," she chided. "Just trust me. You're going to love the things we do with each other. Now get into a nice towel so we can get started. Go on!"
I turned my back to her as I began slowly pulling off my heavy ski clothes. As I'd expected, that brought a chuckle from her. I chuckled to myself. Until a few days ago it had never occurred to me that inside my dear Auntie Heidi lived a wanton woman who would find special delight in seducing a male virgin young enough to be her own son. Now I had come to realize there's a lusty, life-loving woman like that hiding somewhere within even the most conformity-ridden woman, exactly as there's a lustfully hot-blooded lecher somewhere inside the skin of every normal man. I'll admit I was getting a real charge out of luring Aunt Heidi's wanton side into revealing itself.
My cock was so rigid I had difficulty getting my ski pants and shorts past it and down off my hips. As I pulled my feet free of them and stood up, naked, arms suddenly closed around me from behind and a hot hand closed lovingly around my stiff cock. I'd heard her barefoot stealthy approach behind me, but I acted startled and Heidi giggled with delight, then murmured, "My, but isn't he a beauty!"
"What do you mean?" I demanded uncertainly.
She giggled at that, then gently chided, "You know very well what I mean, lover. Your handsome penis, of course. That's the only part of you I haven't seen many times before."
I murmured, "Probably not much, compared to what you're used to."
She said, "Don't be silly."
"What's silly about knowing you're undersized in one very important-"
She cut me off, declaring sharply, "You're not undersized anywhere! You're like a young Greek god all over. Listen to me. Who should know better than a woman what ideal male equipment looks like?"
I shrugged, ruefully declaring, "I'm smaller than most other guys in that one department. I found that out the very first time I took a shower with other guys in a boys' dressing room at school."
Heidi gently stroked my cock a time or two, petting it affectionately as she said quietly, "Don't worry about it, I tell you."
"That's easy for a woman to say," I declared skeptically.
"Who knows more about what it takes to make a real man than a woman?" She countered instantly. "Listen to me, love. Experience and girl talk indicate to me that basically there's only two types of men. The big mouths, the kind who think all there is to being God's gift to all women is owning a horse-sized penis, the kind who think sex is merely another type of athletic event. I call them the sex athletes, and smart women detest them like some loathsome disease. They always have a chronic case of diarrhea of the mouth, a compulsion to broadcast every little detail of their sick sex life, including the name, address, phone number and all vital statistics of every woman stupid enough-"
I cut in, announcing, "I've heard lots of that kind in athletic locker rooms. They make sex sound like a kind of fight that they always win, by hook or crook, and the girl lost by being outsmarted and overwhelmed."
Heidi nodded. "They're the same creeps who grow up to brag in their country club locker room or at the poolhall about how they stole some other man's wife. They act like getting some dumb woman to cheat on her husband somehow makes them a really big man. They think every woman they fuck is some kind of conquest. They've never heard of the idea that being a real man means knowing how to give a woman the greatest possible pleasure. All they ever worry about is taking pleasure for themselves. If their horse cock is so big it's painful to a woman, they act like that somehow makes their conquest all the greater. Then they turn around and spread the propaganda that the bigger a male cock is, the better it feels to a woman. Every way you take him, that kind of male moron is bad news to a woman. He thinks it's perfectly okay for him to torn cat around, but he thinks a woman is a slut if she indulges her taste for a little strange stuff now and then. I can tell you all about the type; I've been married to one of them for fifteen years. But I was as dumb as most women are and believed all the lies he told me before we were married. Only despite all his sweet talk, I refused to go to bed with him until after he married me. Otherwise I'd have become just another conquest. But as his wife, I can use him the same way he loves to use women. And my conscience doesn't bother me one little bit."
I shook my head in amazement and told her, "You've sure got Uncle Phil fooled. Many's the time when he's been at our place with you for a pool party that he's showered off with Dad and me. Every time he's held out that big cock of his for us to envy and bragged that it's the reason he can be away from home so much yet never has to worry a single minute about you stepping out on him."
"That's just about as romantic as he's ever made sex, too," Heidi said with disgust. "Let me tell you the facts. Any woman who isn't really sick in the head will pick a man who knows how to make sex romantic for her, even if all he has to use on her is his finger, in preference to a moron like Philip who thinks all he needs to be God's special gift to all women is that oversized cock of his."
I protested, "What about women I've heard about who have a man who goes out of his way to be good to them, yet they still cheat behind his back? Sometimes with other men who treat them like dirt."
"What makes you think men have a monopoly on being stupid or sick in the head?" she demanded. "There're lots of psycho women around, too. Also, just being good to a woman doesn't mean a man's learned how to make sex romantic for her. He can be good and always considerate to her, yet also be about as dull as dishwater. And most men's heads are crammed so full of wrong ideas about sex that it's practically impossible for a woman to ever teach them how she'd really like for sex to be ... even if she knows. Of course most women don't even know, because they've never been lucky enough to find a man who knew and could show them just how great a man who knows how can make sex for a woman. It's a kind of vicious circle of ignorance and misinformation and human stupidity."
She turned loose of my cock which she'd been petting all the time we'd talked, pulling her arms from around me abruptly. She grabbed a big towel and threw it at me, chuckling as she ordered, "Get dressed! Then bring the wine and come on." She headed for the front room.
She was stacking records on the stereo when I followed her there a minute later, wearing the towel around my middle and carrying the tray with the wine bottle and glasses. She glanced around, smiled, and told me, "You're a very unusual guy. You listen to what a girl tells you."
I shrugged. "That's the only way I know to learn."
She chuckled. "Most superior males think there's no woman alive who could teach them anything."
"You don't seem to have too good an opinion of men," I suggested.
She shrugged, "A smart man's as rare as a smart woman. More men would probably smarten up if more women were smart enough to demand it. So who's really to blame?"
She started the stereo turntable. Suddenly, sweet, soft music filled the room, as pleasing to the ear as good perfume is to the nose. I put the tray down as she turned from the stereo, glancing at me, checking my reaction. I nodded approvingly. "Nice."
She smiled quietly, then walked to me, her bare feet gliding over the heavy carpeting, her lovely body moving sensuously, her big, luscious tits standing out proudly before her chest. As she approached, she opened her arms, holding them out to me.
Our lips met as we came together. It was another long, searching soul kiss. My rigid cock was sandwiched between our lower bellies, separated from her cunt by only the towels around our middles. She could feel it there and ground her cunt against it hungrily.
Both of us were breathless when she finally drew her lips away from mine. As she stepped back, I brought my hands to the front of her and cupped those lovely big tits of hers in them. She stood there looking up at me quietly, breathing hard. She seemed to be waiting, giving me the next move.
I bowed my head over her and began kissing my way from her ear down the side of her neck and on down the delectable softness of one luscious tit to the nipple. I sucked the nipple in, bringing a soft gasp from Heidi. Her hands softly clutched my head, her fingers working in my hair caressingly. When I had nursed the first nipple for a moment, teasing it with my tongue as I sucked, I suddenly moved my lips to the delicate collarbone above her other tit and began kissing my way downward again.
I reached her second nipple as it wrinkled and puckered with awakening excitement, rapidly growing hard and taut like a miniature penis. Another gasp of pleasure came out of Heidi as I sucked it in and began tonguing it.
After teasing it a moment, I released it from my mouth and straightened, looking at her. Heidi glanced down at her taut nipples, then up at me. She chuckled, "My girls love you, too. You treat them gently, like you knew they're mighty sensitive equipment. Some male morons try to gnaw on them like they thought a nipple was made of rawhide and they think that's supposed to give a woman a big thrill. All it's ever given me is an urge to break their teeth! But the way you treat them-" She interrupted herself for a long, delicious sigh, then went on, "That gives a girl a real thrill."
So I bowed my head again, giving those gorgeous tits of hers the kind of attention she so obviously enjoyed. Her fingers began combing through my hair caressingly again, momentarily pulling my face against her tit more firmly, as abruptly relaxing the gentle pressure, then applying it again momentarily.
Abruptly she proposed, "Let's have some more wine."
I released her tits from my mouth and straightened again, shrugging. "Whatever you like."
She went to the tray I'd put down on the bar. She filled the glasses and brought them back. I took the glass she offered and followed her example, holding it under my nose to savor the rich bouquet. Its fragrance moved swiftly through the entire system of my nasal passages. I took a sip; it went down like velvet.
She'd been watching me over the rim of her glass again. After that first sip I sniffed at the rich aroma again appreciatively. Heidi murmured, "I just knew you wouldn't be a gulper. But you're so wise to be so young. You must have been a real lover in other incarnations and have soul memories below the conscious level that guide you into doing all the right things where a woman's concerned."
"Other incarnations?" I said uncertainly.
"Of course, darling," she murmured. "You've lived before. Many, many times before. That idea that we live and love only once is another propaganda lie of organized religion, exactly like the lie about sex being sinful and dirty. Both lies were created because they give the religious political organizations far greater power over their membership than they could possibly have otherwise. But they are lies. Sex is good and right and natural and where it's free of wrong thinking to foul it up it's even beautiful. And every one of us has lived and loved, been great and been humble, been noble and been despicable many, many, many different times. We've all been black in some lifetimes, or red, or brown, or yellow, as well as white. We've loved as men one time and as women another time. Each of us has had every experience, sometime, somewhere; ever experienced by mortals. Some of us learn the lesson each experience is designed to teach and graduate to new experiences and new lessons. Others refuse to learn, so keep being brought back and back and back again to the same experiences, the same lessons, over and over again until the time comes when they finally do learn and are able to go on to new lessons."
Just then a new record started on the stereo, a romantic fox trot. Heidi started dancing, hands clasp around her wine glass like it was the neck of a dance partner. I put my glass on the bar and moved to her. She welcomed me with a pleased smile, put her glass aside quickly and came into my open, eager arms.
Now you may or may not know that when a man dances a fox trot or waltz or any other classic dance properly, he must use a strong body lead, holding his female partner firmly against himself. Whooooeeee! If you want a really far-out experience, just try doing that with a voluptuous partner whose big tits are naked and she's covered from her hips down by only a towel.
My cock reared up between us, obviously packed with ideas about a far better way Heidi and I could be using that time. But it was obvious that she was really enjoying what we were doing. So we danced.
Not that I wasn't enjoying myself too. Heidi was the kind of partner a man dreams about if he enjoys dancing, which I do. Add to that the spice of dancing with her naked tits pressed against your bare chest and her cunt grinding against your cock as you give her the old body lead and only a real moron would have any complaints.
For an hour or more we drank wine and danced. A record began which featured a singer crooning a very sentimental ballad. We began dancing very, very close; cheek-to-cheek close from head to toe, in fact, with my rigid cock grinding against her cunt in between.
We went right on dancing that way after the record ended. How long, I don't know. Finally we noticed that the music had stopped.
We stopped, but we didn't step back even a little from each other. Heidi stood there with her head upon my chest kind of breathing hard as she held herself tightly against me. Without looking up, she finally murmured breathlessly, "I hate to let you go, but ... will you turn the records over?"
"Sure," I said, taking my arms from around her. She kept her arms around me, though, pressing herself to me. I waited.
"You know what I love about you?" she finally murmured.
"Tell me," I suggested.
"You never seem to get so steamed up with the pleasure you're hot for that you try to rush a girl."
"Most humans get more ultimate pleasure out of something they've had to wait for, at least a while," I told her with a small shrug.
"Like I've marveled before, you seem so wise to be so young. Soul memories of lessons learned well in past incarnations seems like the only reasonable explanation. Like the unlearned skills of a musical protege, or the genius of a baby mathematical wizard." She was quiet for a moment. Then she added, "You know something else?"
"No, what?"
She hugged herself against me more tightly, ground her towel-covered cunt against my towel-shrouded cock hungrily, then murmured, "I'm hotter than I've ever been since I was fourteen-year-old freshman in a little high school where the all-state quarterback was the big man of the senior class. And the first time he dated me-"
She interrupted herself abruptly, declaring, "But I was as stupid about men then as most girls are. Now the reason I'm so hot is because I've had to wait so long to find a man who treats me like every woman longs to be treated. Like I'm worth all the time he has to take and all the things he has to do to please me. Like he enjoys doing things for me. Enjoys doing things I enjoy with me. Enjoys my companionship as just another human being."
She hugged herself to me again for an instant, then leaned back, looking up at me as she murmured, "You're the kind of lover every woman dreams of, but most poor women never meet. The kind of lover a woman gets so hot for she'll lose all her good judgment. The kind of lover who gives her such a comfortable feeling she feels no need for her good judgment, for keeping up her guard, for caution."
Again she squeezed herself against me. She released me that time, however, standing back. As her arms slipped from me, I caught one hand in mine, gave it a quick squeeze, then went to the stereo.
She called after me, "I can't wait much longer, lover. Hurry back. Hear?"
She was cuddled up before the fireplace when I returned to her. I lay down facing her. She lay staring into the crackling fire as if I didn't exist.
Suddenly she murmured, "It's been so long."
I waited, but she didn't go on. I prompted, "So long since what?"
"Since the last time I-"
She broke off. Again I waited for her to finish it. When she didn't, I finally suggested, "Since the last time you what?"
"Really ... really and truly," she murmured, "fell in love."
She glanced at me, her eyes fixing on mine every direct and unwavering. "I'm falling deeply ... madly ... insanely in love ... with you, you know."
A strange startled feeling shot through me. My voice came out kind of a dry, breathless croak. "Me?"
She nodded. She extended one arm, reaching a finger to my mouth. She traced the outline of my lips with the fingertip.
I caught her hand in one of mine and brought the open palm to my lips. I kissed it, then kissed her wrist.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Heidi brought her head close to mine, breathlessly kissing the rim of my ear. My lips upon her wrist felt the strong throbbing of her excited pulse. She murmured, "I'd throw all the things, all the security, all the respect and position in the community, everything that Philip's money buys right in his face and make a complete fool of myself over you. Run away with you. Anything I could do that would make you happy. Only there's a voice deep within me that keeps reminding me I'm too old to be able to make you happy for very long. I'd become a parasite upon your gorgeous youth. If it wasn't for hurting you like that, though, I'd be willing to sacrifice everything that's been mine just for-" She broke off.
I finally said, "But you don't know yet whether I can even make sex good for you."
She chuckled, then shook her head, making a kind of clucking sound as she declared, "That's where you're so very badly mistaken, love. Men may have to actually fuck a woman before they really know what she'll be like for them, but most women learn to know how it will be for them with a certain man before anything ever happens."
She moved very close to me. Her hands locked behind my neck. She pulled my face to hers. Our lips met. Instantly her tongue thrust into my mouth. It embraced my tongue hotly, then flicked excitedly here and there, joyously caressing the inner surfaces of my whole mouth.
It wasn't the first time we'd soul kissed, of course. But this time seemed different. Seemed more strangely exciting, more erotic, than any of the other times.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and began rolling over and over with her across the carpet in wild abandon. Suddenly one of her hands was tearing away at the towels separating her bare belly from mine. The towels were torn away impatiently. Our naked bellies pressed tightly together.
As I again rolled over the top of her, she tried to bring our mindless tumbling to a stop. I shook my head violently, then pulled my mouth away from hers, declaring, "No bigger than my cock is, you're the only one who has any idea where to put it to create the greatest sensation for you. I'd be flying blind, and I won't do that."
In a breathless whisper she anxiously asked, "You won't feel I'm emasculating you, stealing your masculine place?"
"Whether I ride you or you ride me doesn't prove a thing, one way or the other, about my manhood," I told her, rolling on, bringing her up astride me.
Heidi caught her weight on hands and knees and raised herself over me. She leaned forward, bringing her luscious tits down against my face. My hands caught them, pressed them together, and brought both excited nipples to my lips. I brought a moaning gasp out of her as I sucked them in. She made little twisting motions with her hips as her cunt searched briefly for and found my rigid cock.
I gave her tits a hard suck for about the second time and that same instant she sent her ass driving down at me, plunging my cock into her steaming cunt clear to my balls. I was amazed how tight and delicious her cunt felt, how perfectly it fitted itself to and gripped my cock.
It seemed to be a great feeling fit to her as well; her ass began bobbing furiously over me as she stroked my cock in and out of her almost wildly. Our bellies came together so hard every time they created an audible slap. And the whole time she kept pressing her tits down against my mouth, telling me in unmistakable body language that the way I was gobbling her tits felt great to her too.
I know damned well we hadn't been coupled up in that frantic embrace even sixty seconds when Heidi abruptly gave out with a moaning scream. If it was possible, she began riding me even more wildly than before. I was amazed as I felt every muscle inside her cunt and lower belly start pulsing wildly as she kept on screaming. She was in the grip of an excruciatingly delicious orgasm. And I'd been wondering if I hadn't made this play much too soon. But I'll settle for having a woman surprise me by coming before I expect her to, rather than have her fail to ever blast off because I'd failed to tease her up well enough before I got my cock into her. There's no such thing as getting a woman too hot, but there definitely is such a thing as being so impatient to fuck her that you fail to get her hot enough and so come off looking like a rank amateur, more than likely giving her a real bummer instead of a great trip.
"So I was relieved more than somewhat that Heidi blasted off in such short order because I really hadn't planned on fucking her quite so soon. The dancing and the wine and the music had all kind of gotten to me so my conscious control had gotten away from me.
Anyhow, Heidi's orgasm finally tapered off. She'd come so hard that very first time that when it was over she collapsed upon me like she didn't have a bone left in her entire body. She was gasping for breath like she might never catch her breath again. I found myself feeling very good about having been able to give her such a terrific orgasm. I had a hunch she'd never enjoyed one that even came close to this one when she'd had Uncle Phil's horse-cock in her. Thought of how proud he was of that oversized cock of his made me feel like laughing.
After Heidi's breathing started to quiet a little, I started tensing those belly muscles that I'd learned make the head of my cock give a jump deep inside a cunt. Suddenly in answer I felt a moist, hot small hand-like grip upon the head of my cock by something deep within her cunt. The sensation that created in the head of my cock was delicious.
We lay there giving each other the pleasure of those deep inner caresses. The tweaks she gave the head of my cock began growing stronger as her strength returned. Abruptly she lifted her head and put a hand up to run her fingers through my hair. She clutched it and gave me a loving tug a couple or three times, then brought her mouth to mine. It was a long, hungry kiss. Her tongue again twined with mine and caressed all the inner surfaces of my mouth before she raised her lips from mine.
But abruptly she pushed herself up on her hands, lifting her mouth from mine and her tits off my chest. She was frowning and shaking her head over me as she exclaimed in a reproachful tone, "What a line you fed me!"
"What line?" I asked in honest amazement.
"About you being an inexperienced male virgin!" she exclaimed accusingly.
I hadn't said any such thing, not in so many words, but of course I'd done my damndest to create that impression. So I didn't waste time denying I'd said it, even though I hadn't. All I said was, "Even a virgin can enjoy a lucky accident."
She scoffed, with laughter breaking through, "If that space orbit you sent me into was just a lucky accident, I seriously doubt if I'm enough woman to stand the kind of earthquake you'd be certain to set off when everything you did was being done on purpose! What a lover you are!"
She gave my hair another tug or two of affection, then gave me a quick kiss and sighed softly, "I've never in my whole life come as good as that before. You did everything just perfect."
She gave the head of my cock another of those delicious tweaks. I made the head of my cock jump, giving her an inner throb in return. She gasped softly, "You're still doing everything just perfect."
I told her, "I'd like to be able to promise that you haven't seen anything yet, that we haven't gotten even warmed up good yet."
Mischief began dancing in her eyes. "Why don't we find out?" she proposed. "You've started a fresh, big new charge of excitement building inside me already."
"Really?" I asked innocently.
She chuckled, "I have a feeling that doesn't surprise you as much as you pretend. You didn't just accidentally stumble upon how to give me those delicious little throbs deep inside me with your penis. That's required some experience, some practise, despite all you've told me about being so inexperienced."
"What about those soul memories of lessons learned well in past lives that you were telling me about?" I asked giving her another strong inner throb. She gasped softly with the pleasure of it, then murmured, "I'm not going to argue about it. I'm just going to enjoy. Incidentally, those loving throbs you're using to get me steamed up all over again are something that a man with a horse cock like Philip's can't do. If he tried, it'd feel like he was ripping your guts out. A horse cock that size keeps a woman so close to actual pain, if not actually in pain, all the time that she never can just let go and fly high. She's always too worried about getting hurt. But with you I can relax completely, fly as high and as wild as I feel like, without a worry to put the brakes on me. With you it's nothing but solid pleasure all the way!"
She raised herself, her ass starting to bob over me again. Almost instantly she was thrusting as hard and as fast as she'd done before, again riding me wildly, again making our bellies come together like applauding hands.
But she paused abruptly. She swung her shoulders. Her tits brushed back and forth across my lips. I caught them between my hands again, pressed them together, and sucked both taut nipples into my mouth.
A deep, sighing moan of pleasure came out of her. Her ass started bobbing over me again, this time more slowly, however. Slowly she drew my tingling cock out of her sizzling cunt, then slowly she eased it back into herself until her belly was grinding against mine.
From time to time she'd pause and we exchanged loving inner throbs and tweaks while she pressed her ripely luscious tits harder against my mouth while low gasping moans of pleasure came from hers. I felt the texture of the lining of her cunt changing with the growing tension of her inner excitement.
She began alternating long, slow thrusts with short thrusts during which she wriggled her cunt on my cock, rotating her ass like a stripper doing a grind. Lordy, the tidal waves of sensation that kicked up in the head of my cock as it swirled around deep inside her.
It was repeatedly touching something deep inside her that made Heidi gasp and moan, obviously giving her exquisite pleasure. Each time it happened, all her cunt muscles gripped my cock more tightly for an instant. Her whole cunt was fairly crackling with pent-up excitement, feeling almost like static electricity building toward a fiery discharge. I knew it wouldn't take much more before another wild orgasm would be inevitable, or to be more exact, unavoidable.
Just when I figured it was about to happen, however, she surprised me by abruptly stopping all movement. She pulled her tits away from my mouth. Deep inside her cunt she started working on the tingling head of my cock with that deliciously hot, moist, hand-like grip, using it like a suction cup on a milking machine. In a flash I was for the first time much more aware of my own personal charge of sensation than I was of what I was creating for her.
I knew instantly what she was up to. I chuckled, just to let her know I knew. Through clenched teeth she gasped breathlessly, "We're taking this trip together, love!"
That seemed like a challenge. I made up my mind in an instant to hold back or die trying while blasting her off into another orgasmic orbit.
I grabbed her tits between my hands, jerked my head up off the floor, sucked her rigid nipples into my mouth and gave them a loving nip as I poured on the suction. At the same time I pulled my cock almost out of her, then sent it driving back into her cunt as deep as I could send it reach. That triggered a strangled scream from her. She ground her tits down hard against my mouth. Her ass began bobbing frantically, pulling her belly away from mine, then slamming them back together, faster and harder while her anguished scream grew louder and more shrill.
Quicker than I can tell about it, she seemed to blow her mind. She was riding me so frantically it was scary. I forgot about the mounting waves of sensation I'd felt were almost ready to engulf me only a moment before and just hung on. I was actually afraid if my cock ever came out of her she might break it trying to jam it back into her wildly pulsating cunt.
That second orgasm seemed to last and last and last, endlessly. When Heidi finally quit yelling and struggling over me, she collapsed all over me like a deflated balloon. We were drenched in sweat. Her breath made loud wheezing sounds as she struggled to pull it in, then let it go. Her heart was hammering against my chest like a triphammer.
I let her catch her breath for a few minutes. Then I rolled over so she slipped off of me and my cock came sliding out of her, still as fresh and primed for action as ever, despite that one close call I'd had for just a second or two before I'd triggered her.
I got up, then stooped over her, gathered her limp body in my arms and lifted her. She acted like she was clear out of it, unaware of what was happening. I headed for the bathroom, figuring a cold shower ought to be just the thing to snap her back into the land of the living ready for more fucking.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The cold water blasting at our naked bodies from the shower head brought Heidi alive with a strangled scream almost like the one she'd uttered when she started coming. "What're you trying to do to me!" she yelled, and began hammering her doubled fists against my chest, trying to force me to release her.
Laughing, I rinsed her off good in the icy water before I set her down upon her own feet. The instant I released her, she blasted the door of the shower stall open and went racing to the big Roman tub and jumped in. I hit the lever turning the shower water off and sprinted after her.
She shrieked and went climbing out the far side of the huge tub as I leaped in to join her. I came up yelling, the hot water in the tub making me feel like a lobster in the pot. The chill of the shower water not only had vanished, I felt I was being scalded. I went shooting out of the tub faster than she had. And she was laughing like crazy, like she'd planned it.
I started chasing her around the edge of the tub, but she'd dive back into that hot water whenever I got toe close, then climb back out on the far side. Finally I gave it up and grabbed a big towel, starting to dry myself.
Heidi grabbed a towel too, dried herself quickly, and headed for the front room. When I got there, she was stretched out again before the fireplace. I poked around in the fire a little, shoving the burning logs closer together. Then I stretched out beside her.
The shock of the cold water followed by the worse shock of the hot water, followed by the chase around the tub had taken most of the hardness out of my cock, so it was hanging at not more than half-mast when I laid down there. Instantly one of her hands closed caressingly around my cock and balls and instantly my cock's interest in life began rapidly reviving. What a charge of sensation those fingertips of hers stirred up just by lightly stroking my balls and rapidly hardening cock!
In no time whatever, she had me feeling I was in real danger of coming right in her hand. I was having real trouble breathing.
About then Heidi leaned over me and began kissing one of my ears. Then she worked her way down the side of my neck to my throat. Moments later I was surprised at the sensation I found myself feeling when her hot lips closed over one of my miniature male nipples and began sucking it. I'd never had that done to me before and never dreamed it could give me so much good sensation.
She skipped from the first nipple to the other one. That mouth of hers was creating growing waves of sensation that had my cock as stiff as it had ever been, yet trying to swell even bigger.
Suddenly Heidi's mouth started kissing and licking a zigzag course downward over my upper belly. At my navel she surprised me again, licking around the outer edge of it, then thrusting the tip of her tongue deep into it. I gasped, amazed at the sensation that gave me.
She kissed another zigzag trail over my lower belly and my muscles under the skin she was kissing and licking began tying up in knots as her hot mouth drew closer to the tingling head of my stiff cock. Just the thought of how her mouth would feel on my cock had me tingling all over!
Breathlessly I waited while her mouth reached the upper edge of the curly pubic hair covering the roots of my cock. But she raised her head away from my lower belly abruptly and disappointment flashed through me as I thought she was quitting.
Instead, she moved around between my legs. She tugged at my knees, raising them until both my feet were planted as close to the cheeks of my ass as she could get them. Then she shoved her face in between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel her mouth on my cock. Did I get another surprise that stunned me!
Heidi's hot tongue suddenly thrust into the crack of my ass, hitting me just below my asshole. She brought it upward in a big, slobbery lick up across my asshole and on up to the roots of my balls. Then she licked all over and around my balls. She'd suck one ball gently into her burning mouth, then the other. The sensation was fantastic. Finally she licked on upward until her tongue reached my cock's tingling tip.
Before she got that far, however, I was shaking like I'd been taken by a chill. When her feverish lips closed around the head of my cock, I thought I was going to die. Then she started sucking it while she lightly tongued the sensitive underside, and I knew damned well all that sensation was going to kill me!
The way the tip of Heidi's educated tongue teased that super-sensitive underside of the head of my cock was fantastic! I'd never felt anything like it. My cock felt like it was swelling even bigger in her mouth, swelling almost like it was a balloon she was blowing up. I tried to groan, but my throat seemed paralyzed.
As Heidi's mouth and tongue continued working steadily on the head of my cock, her hand began lovingly caressing my balls. That seemed to intensify the other sensations.
Abruptly Heidi let my cock slip from her mouth as she leaned back, straightening herself. She grabbed my legs, exerting pressure that made it obvious to me she wanted me over on my belly. I flipped myself over, wondering what the hell she was up to now?
She mounted my ass, her legs astraddle mine. She started grinding her hot cunt against the cheeks of my ass as she bent forward to kiss and nibble and lick at the back of my neck and my ears. At the same time her hands were stroking my sides and flanks.
Suddenly one hand darted in between my belly and the rug. The fingertips found the hardness of my cock imprisoned under there. It was a stroking caress that lasted only an instant. But the sensation it created was something else!
I humped up off the floor, grinding my ass into Heidi's feverish cunt. Her other hand went shooting in to give my cock a light, quick stroke. I felt a fine trembling going through my entire body, I was so supercharged with excitement.
But Heidi kept right on working on me. She kissed and licked her way downward over my back. She abruptly switched her position when she reached the small of my back. Suddenly I felt her hot thighs close upon either side of my head. Her sizzling pussy plastered itself against the back of my neck. I trembled harder.
She resumed licking and kissing and nibbling her way toward the cheeks of my ass. As she approached them, she pushed both hands in under me. One hand gripped my cock. The other started lightly stroking its underside. Involuntarily my ass began humping to make small fucking movements, trying to fuck Heidi's caressing hands.
Meanwhile, she gave both cheeks of my ass a series of love-nips. While she was doing that, she brought both hands away from my tingling cock and thrust them in between my upper thighs. I opened them wide for her, as I moaned in disappointment that she'd stopped caressing my cock. That moan chopped off, however, when she shoved her face into the open crack of my ass and gave my startled asshole another lick. I thought I was going to start coming right there on the rug! But she gave my asshole several more wet licks with that hot tongue of hers and I still didn't explode like I expected. I just felt like I was going to die if I didn't get triggered soon.
She began licking circles around my asshole. As she did, she'd thrust at it with the tip of her tongue, trying to force its way in. Talk about fantastic sensations!
I was amazed to suddenly feel the tip of her tongue replaced by a fingertip. It began working its gentle but relentless way into my trembling asshole. The surrounding muscles involuntarily tightened, trying to resist. But Heidi's slippery finger thrust right on through that resistance.
Suddenly I became aware that Heidi's hot cunt was beginning to drool more freely as she rubbed it back and forth against my neck and I knew she was getting excited by what she was doing to me. I tried to relax and give her her way. She began stroking her finger in and out of my asshole. Suddenly I was amazed to realize it was beginning to feel pretty good. I found myself raising my ass in small fucking movements, opening it to her more.
But just then Heidi murmured, "Over on your back again, lover." Her finger came out of me.
I flopped over. I raised my knees like she'd had them earlier. As I did, her finger thrust back into my asshole. I almost didn't notice it, however, because at the same time she gave me a hot lick from the roots of my cock to its electrified tip. That quick I felt like I was right on the verge of exploding.
Heidi raised her mouth from my cock and stroked her finger in and out of my quivering asshole several times. The pressure of accumulated sensation eased within me. At least a little.
Then her fiery mouth closed over the head of my aching cock again. Her hot tongue went swirling around the tingling head, building such a storm of sensation I thought I might blow my mind.
Heidi started working her mouth up and down on my cock, making her mouth into a cunt. Every downward stroke sunk the shaft of my cock into her mouth a little deeper. She was milking at it steadily with her lips. My senses began really reeling, like I might be very near to fainting.
I really was amazed when I suddenly realized she had the entire length of my cock in her mouth. No longer than my cock is, that still meant the head of it had to be down her throat. It seemed impossible. Then I felt Heidi contract her throat muscles around the head of my cock and knew beyond all doubt that's where it was.
The sensation very nearly blew my mind. A strangled, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hug!" came explosively out of me.
The gripping throat muscles released, then gripped down again, bringing another startled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" out of me. I was shaking like someone having a chill. I'd even forgotten all about her finger in my asshole.
I'd never felt sensation build like it was building within me. And Heidi wasn't letting up. She went right on licking and sucking and swallowing the head of my cock. Her finger kept stroking in and out of my asshole steadily, that action seeming to intensify all the other sensation. I felt a flood of come juice gathering deep in the roots of my cock. A massive shudder flashed through me, shaking my whole body. My cock exploded!
I nearly blacked out. Vaguely I felt ray cock pumping furiously, spraying jet after jet of hot come juice down Heidi's throat. I heard a voice that sounded like mine yelling somewhere distantly. The whole thing was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The voltage of the sensation seemed too great for my senses to register accurately.
The storm finally passed and left me feeling paralyzed. I could still feel, however. I felt Heidi nursing away steadily at my cock, draining it to its very last drop. That gave me hope that my nervous system hadn't been totally burned out. Then my wilted cock was allowed to slip from her mouth and her finger slid out of my asshole. Heidi's cheerful voice abruptly demanded, "Now who needs a dip in ice water to shock them back into the land of the living and loving?"
CHAPTER NINE
I felt like every bone and muscle in my entire body had been melted down and flowed together into a single big glob of molten goo without power to do a thing except respond to the pull of gravity. On the other hand, I felt some ego in that glob of molten goo furiously resisting the idea of letting Heidi get the idea I'd never experienced such a trip as she'd sent me on.
The ego moved me, even though I'd actually felt such movement was impossible. I rolled over, coming off my back to my belly. Then I got hands and knees under myself and lifted myself upon them.
I found Heidi stretched out before the fireplace nearby, watching me with an amused twinkle in her eyes. I crawled over to her and flopped down. Instead of simply melting there again, however, I gathered her warm, curvaceous nakedness into my arms and pressed her close.
I hadn't expected to actually be able to feel much, but I was amazed how much pleasant sensation her nakedness gave my skin everywhere our bodies came into contact. I felt strength flowing back through me.
So I kissed her. It was a spontaneous thing. But it turned into the kind of kiss she'd given me. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Her tongue twined affectionately with mine. When that embrace ended, my tongue went exploring throughout the rest of her mouth, investigating all the sensitive inner surfaces.
Both of us were gasping for breath again when I finally raised my lips from hers. I felt nearly as good as if we were just getting started. Even my cock had lost its brief limpness and raised its head back up to at least half-mast as its interest in feminine lusciousness steadily revived.
My next move wasn't planned either, but I found myself kissing my way downward over Heidi's throat. I kissed and licked my way along her collarbone and out to the joint where her arms hinged into her shoulders. Then I started down the soft, curving side of her exquisite right tit. One of her hands began caressing my head, the fingers running through my hair, as my lips approached her excitedly taut nipple.
When I sucked the nipple into my mouth, Heidi gasped her pleasure. After sucking and tonguing it briefly, I leapfrogged over to her other tit, but not the excited nipple. I kissed my way all around the ripe fullness of the luscious tit itself, taking my own sweet time, making her wait, keeping her in suspense. When I pounced upon that nipple, a sharp groan came out of Heidi. Her fingers clutched my hair and tugged at it.
When I'd given that nipple a good sucking, I switched back to the first one. For several minutes I kept switching back and forth between them. While I sucked one, I squeezed and rolled and pulled the other between a thumb and forefinger. Heidi's whimpering little groans were rising and falling almost continuously, making it obvious that a good new charge of sensation was beginning to build within her. Her ass began wriggling upon the rug, making little fucking movements.
I let the tit I was nursing slip from my mouth and began kissing and licking my way downward across Heidi's upper belly. That's when she suddenly twisted away from me, scampered to her feet, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl, and sprinted for the bathroom. I came blasting up off the floor, the weakness I'd felt scant minutes before entirely forgotten, and went racing after her.
I caught up close enough to lay a hand on her furiously jiggling ass as she dodged through the bathroom doorway. She shrieked and took off like a big bird in a flying leap that brought her down in the center of the Roman tub with a terrific splash. She was laughing like crazy and tried to dodge away as I hit the water right behind her. But one of my hands managed to close around one of her arms and anchored her. My other hand grabbed her luscious ass and brought her feet rushing up off the bottom of the deep tub as I flipped her upon her back.
I positioned her with her head against one side of the tub where she could hang to the edge just above her head with both hands. I got myself between her legs at the end where the water was shallow enough I could sit on kind of a step or submerged stool in the bottom there and have my head just barely out of the water. I put my wrists together and formed a support for her lovely ass with my hands to help her float upon the surface.
"What on earth're you going to do?" she giggled. Instead of wasting time on words, I answered by starting to kiss and lick my way along one inner thigh toward her cunt. An excited little shriek came out of her, formed into clipped, explosive words, "You're out of your mind! You'll drown me, eating my pussy here in this-"
She broke off with a gasp as I moved one hand from supporting her ass to catch the nipple or one tit and give it a sharp little tug. I kept teasing the nipple and she kept having to struggle harder to breathe.
I resisted a temptation to speed up my approach to her cunt with my mouth. By the time the tip of my nose was close enough to push into her muff of curly cunt hair and lightly brush against the lower end of her cunt's lips, Heidi was panting like she'd run a mile.
Finally I gave a slobbery lick up through the velvet-like crease that was her groin. A trembling groan of pleasure came out of Heidi and she spread her legs a little wider, inviting me to do that again.
Instead, I pushed against her inner thigh with one cheek, signaling her to open her thighs even wider. She responded instantly. Instead of licking her groin, however, I abruptly thrust my face under the water's surface and sent my tongue shooting deep into the crack of her lovely ass. As I brought it up across her quivering asshole, she yelped. I brought my tongue licking on up to her cunt, then pulled my face away, coming up for air. When a gasp had filled my lungs, I asked with a chuckle, "How'd you like that?"
"You have to ask?" she demanded with a moaning sigh.
I said, "I'm always ready for you to teach me how you like things best."
"Teach you what?" she gasped. "I haven't discovered a single thing so far that you need to learn. Besides, you keep me so busy most of the time I've no chance to even think about teaching you anything."
"Fine," I murmured. "So relax and enjoy yourself."
"The things you do to me, who could relax?" she scolded breathlessly.
I dipped my face back into the water and resumed teasing her up. Half a dozen times I licked up across her trembling asshole a startled grunt came exploding out of her.
I moved my face upward until my nose and mouth were out of the water and began licking into her cunt. A whining little cry of ecstatic pleasure raised from her. Her ass made a small wriggling motion, letting me know she liked it.
I began licking deeper and deeper into the clean, fragrant freshness of her cunt while she whimpered and moaned more loudly. I could feel the muscles of her whole ass go rigid against my supporting hand as the sensations I was creating for her intensified inner tension.
I found her clitoris with the tip of my nose while continuing to thrust my tongue as deep into her fiery cunt as I could make it reach, licking in and out, in and out. By rocking my head at the same time, the tip of my nose stroked her clitoris, multiplying the sensation my tongue was creating. A long, low, gasping cry of anguished pleasure came from Heidi and one hand came flying from its grip on the edge of the tub and fastened in my hair.
Heidi's clutching fingers gripped my hair almost frantically, pulling my face into her cunt harder. Then I felt her pulling upward and realized she was trying to guide my mouth and tongue to her clitoris.
That time I let her have her way. My mouth closed over her rigid clitoris. My tongue began licking it with short, rapid strokes as I started sucking it. Heidi screamed, a strangled cry of ecstasy. Her belly muscles grew rigid, making her belly pooch up almost like she had suddenly become pregnant. She was more than a little pregnant with sensation, that was obvious.
By that time her fingers were working frantically in my hair. Abruptly her thighs clamped together against the sides of my head, then I realized she'd jerked her feet up out of the water and locked her legs together behind my head. That same instant as she imprisoned my face at her cunt, I felt a great shudder flash through her, then felt her cunt begin pulsing against my lips and tongue as she started coming.
That brought a wild, rising scream from her. She forgot all necessity of supporting her upper body, her other hand shooting down to clutch my hair with the first one. That brought the whole weight of her body, except what the water supported, down upon me. Her abrupt move caught me off balance. I slipped off the raised area on the bottom of the tub. My head went under.
Heidi's hands had my hair in an iron grip. Her lovely legs were like steel bands locked around my head. My face was buried in her cunt. Cunt and all were under the water. Her own head probably was just barely above the surface. But she was oblivious to everything and anything except the storm of fantastic sensation raging through her pulsating cunt and lower belly. Even under the water I could hear the distant sound of her screaming.
I tried frantically to free myself from the double grip she had on me with locked hands and legs. But her muscles seemed to be frozen, just as I've heard sometimes happens in the case of what's called a death grip. I did my damnedest, but the more I struggled, the tighter her grip upon my head seemed to become.
Suddenly I realized I wasn't far away from actually drowning. My lungs felt like they were about to burst with their need for air. Somehow I finally got my feet under me and while I still had strength left I came up out of that water with Heidi's body wrapped around my head like a wet sack of some kind. I remember staggering over to the side of the deep tub and clutching the edge with both hands. Heidi's cunt still was clamped so tightly against my face I could hardly get any air, regardless of how I was struggling to. I guess I passed out. Her cunt was still pulsing furiously against my mouth and I was vaguely aware of the sound of her screaming.
The next thing I remember, I found myself stretched upon the floor beside the tub and Heidi was working over me tearfully, trying to get me started breathing again. When she realized I'd come around, she slumped down upon the tile, shaking her head as she mumbled, "I must've been out of my mind! I almost smothered you and didn't even know it."
I was still too busy trying to catch my breath to argue about anything. I lay gasping for more air and she sat beside me panting from her exertion while giving artificial respiration. She brushed a tear from the corner of one of her eyes, glanced at me, then reached the hand over to wipe wet hair out of my eyes. She murmured, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart! I never in my life before did a thing like that to any man. Can you ever forgive me?"
I managed a gasping chuckle, telling her, "Consider yourself ... forgiven."
She insisted, "You've got to fuck me again, right away quick, to prove you don't hold any-"
I interrupted, demanding, "Fuck you right away with what?"
As if in answer, I felt her hand abruptly close around my cock. From the feel of it in her hand I realized it was as rigid as a steel spike. I almost laughed as the thought flashed through that if I'd actually drowned or smothered in her cunt, I'd have gone to the morgue with a tremendous hard on.
She bent her head over me again and her mouth and tongue began working on my cock. That quick she had it tingling with eagerness for action. Then she straddled me there on the bathroom tile floor beside the Roman tub and sent my hard cock shooting into her cunt to its depths. I gathered her luscious tits between my hands and brought them to my mouth and began gobbling away hungrily at them, just as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps it was some weird kind of excitement that came from having brushed past the old guy with the scythe; when I blasted Heidi off into orbit a few minutes later, I went with her on the wildest damned trip I'd ever taken coming. The whole head of my cock felt like it exploded and went flying off. I haven't yet figured out an adequate and appropriate rating suitable to indicate the all-around excellence of a used lady like Heidi.
CHAPTER TEN
The first time I laid eyes on Mrs. Deova I had a strong hunch I'd found the door to wonderful new sex experiences. She was a new teacher in the English department. She was built like a Greek goddess. You'd expect her to be teaching modern dance, or drama, but she had a brain as well as a beautiful body.
I also had the hunch I'd get farther faster with Mrs. Deova if I brought myself to her attention through the abilities of my brain, rather than the physical prowess of my body.
English had always been one of my best subjects, especially composition. I very soon established myself prominently in her awareness as the guy who does every assignment perfectly. I wasn't all that much surprised the day Mrs. Deova asked if I'd have time that afternoon to go over some problems that she would like my opinion on. It turned out the problems concerned her receiving a request to teach a couple of drama classes. She had also been given the job of selecting the play our senior class would present that year.
I went to the home room of Mrs. Deova when the last bell rang ending the final period for that day. The kids were still messing around, reluctant to clear out. Finally they left, heading for their after-school hangouts. Mrs. Deova was strangely nervous as she asked that I sit down in a chair near her desk.
After telling me about having been given responsibility for the selection of the play the seniors would present, she asked, "I'm concerned about holding the kids' interest, and I'm wondering if you think by assigning characters and having the various plays under consideration read in my senior classes, I could stimulate more excitement about the project?" She added, "Then perhaps when they'd all been read, the kids could vote to indicate which play they dug the most."
"I think holding the other kids' interest would be the least of your problems." I said. "What are some of the plays you have in mind?"
Mrs. Deova said, "I had several in mind; I went off this morning and left them at my apartment!"
Making an effort to sound casual, I said, "That's no problem. I could stop by your place and have a look, if that's all right with you?" I chuckled, then added, "Some of your peer group, and plenty of older men too, would jump at a chance to invite you up to their place to see their etchings. I'm asking to come have a look at your plays."
She gave me a quiet smile, then said, "You have a remarkably quick mind and I like that very much. A groovy body is such a waste unless there's an equally attractive mind that goes with it. I've been getting an increasingly strong impression that you must possess just about a perfect combination."
"I'm very happy that you like my ... combination. Thank you. Will you be home in about an hour if I come knocking on your door?" I said.
Mrs. Deova just sat there behind her desk for a moment, her eyes holding mine. Then she stood up, stretching her lovely body, acting as if a delicious shiver of excitement was going through her as she did. She murmured low and rather breathlessly, "You're a bold one; I have a hunch you're way ahead of me."
I said, "There's one way to find out; give me your address."
She stood there staring at me for a moment, a bright gleam shining in her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the delay in answering. It reminded me of the way girls like to look at a package, turning it around in their hands, before they finally start to unwrap it. Yet there was a look of mature experience and feminine strength about her that made the girls my own age seem like little kids by comparison. Not one thing had really happened yet, but I found a bulging lump of hardness straining at the material of my trouser leg.
Mrs. Deova leaned down to her desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote her address on a slip of paper, then handed it to me. I took the paper and stood up, saying, "See you in an hour."
I turned as if starting to the door, then I glanced back at her, letting my eyes swoop down that beautiful bod. I glanced at her face again and asked, "An hour ... or half hour?"
She sounded breathless as she said, "Why not fifteen minutes?"
I was strangely pleased to find this gorgeous vision of female pulchritude as excited and eager for the adventure as I was. I told her quietly, "You're a very exciting woman, just in case no one's told you recently."
She whispered breathlessly, "To think I was worried that life here would seem dull compared to the big city. You could very well be the salvation of my whole career in teaching."
"Us fellows of dear old Buffalo Union High all do our best to keep our faculty happy," I said in the sing-song meter of a Chinese merchant. Then I got out of there before I forgot myself and tried to rape that gorgeous woman right there and then. I had a hunch she would have raped easy, but if anyone had walked in on us it wouldn't exactly help her career. Smart people still observe at least some discretion.
A short time later when I knocked at her apartment door, Mrs. Deova was right on the spot to open the door before I could rap on the door the second time. She was dressed in a filmy, lavender negligee. She closed the door and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
I decided it was time to come on stronger. I glanced around at her, smiling as I said, "It's plenty warm enough today; a nice cool shower sounds much better to me than anything to drink."
She waved toward an inner door, asking, "Would you like to use my bedroom ... to undress?"
"I have a better idea," I said. "Why don't you come help me undress? Who knows, you might decide to keep me company."
She smiled suddenly like a little kid, then exclaimed, "Please don't let me wake up; I know I must be dreaming all this!"
I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, as I would a small child.
She moved closer to me as we stepped inside the doorway. I began slowly unfastening the sash and snaps that held her negligee together. My fingers were trembling. I felt a small hand pressing and exploring the protrusion that was pushing out against the front of my pants. I couldn't help a sharp gasp as her hand closed around my rigid cock.
Just then I released the ribbon that let her naked breasts burst free of her gown. They jumped out proud and free before my startled eyes, big, beautiful boobs. I caressed them with my hands, murmuring, "I dig this dreaming! I don't want to wake up either." Then I added, "This is the bitchingest dream I ever did have!" I ducked my head and buried my face between her boobs, shaking my face back and forth against them, then began licking and kissing them and finally sucked both excited nipples into my mouth together. What a wave of sensation that shot through me; my cock threatening to burst free of my pants.
I was as superheated and excited as if this was going to be my first experiment with sex. I'd never been more steamed up in my entire life. It amazed me how completely new and absolutely fresh and different a new and different type of sex partner can make the whole experience seem. I pulled my hungry lips away from her tities long enough to gasp, "You're delectable! Lovely! Beautiful!"
She pulled away from me and began working on the buttons of my shirt, then she moved on down to my pants. In less time than it takes to tell, I was bare-assed naked. Her hand closed around my cock again without the insulation of the clothing between.
"Oh, Vincey, you look mighty delectable yourself!" she said. Suddenly she let her knees hinge, sinking toward the floor until her mouth was level with that rock-hard cock of mine. She struck her tongue out and gave me a drooling lick from my balls to the sensitive tip of the flared head. For an instant I shook like a chill had hit me. I gasped out, "Mrs. Deova!"
"My name's Mary, love," she murmured. Then she closed her lips around the head of my cock again, sucking at it as the tip of her tongue teased the sensitive underside. That drew another large gasp out of me. I could hardly force the words out, "And I thought ... some of my ... girl friends had educated mouths! Lordy!"
Then I pulled her to her feet, afraid I might get carried away with the sensations that were running rampant through my body. "How does it feel to be about to fuck one of your students, teacher?" I asked.
She was rubbing her bare bod up against mine as she gasped out, "Call me Mary, Vince dear, please?"
"How does it feel, Mary darling?" I murmured.
Mary stood there, having interrupted her grinding motions. Then she shook her head, declaring, "Something about you, darling, has my blood pressure shoved higher than any man anywhere else ever sent it before. I don't understand it."
"You don't have to understand it; sex is physical, not intellectual," I murmured. "Don't try to approach this as a teacher. Just relax ... Relax and enjoy."
"Right you are, Vincey," she said, "The shower is this way." Her hand closed around my stiff cock again like it was a handle. She turned toward the door of the bathroom.
As we passed the bed, Mary dropped her gown and negligee all the way down, stepped out of it, and tossed it onto the bed. Then she led me straight on into the bathroom and right into the shower stall.
Mary turned to me as she reached for the lever of the water-control valve, asking, "Is this shower really necessary?"
"Not for you, I'm sure," I said you smell like a breath of heaven. But I haven't had a chance to freshen up yet. Besides, I have heard that lovers who shower together, stay together!"
"Well then," Mary said, "let the shower commence!" And with that, she flipped the lever, sending a torrent of water shooting down upon us.
Something about being in a shower with someone of the opposite sex who really turns you on can make it an experience like you wouldn't believe possible. Having my naked flesh sprayed with hot water seems to step up the degree of sensation I get from every contact of skin upon skin. Especially when the other body is someone like Mary!
She wasn't just a stupid broad with hot pants like a lot of the girls my own age. They have the idea that sex is nothing but a way to a certain kind of popularity. Even in the swinging crowd I'd discovered a guy still has to contend with a high percentage of that kind of ignorance. For some of the guys that kind of chick would do just fine. They consider a girl or woman to be some kind of inferior being created for them to use and humble. But then, that type of guy tries so hard never to get emotionally involved with any female, he holds himself aloof and superior. He tries to keep himself convinced that a female is only something created for his pleasure, to be fucked and forgotten. That wasn't my way. I sure couldn't have assumed anything near that kind of attitude with Mary, thank God.
Mary was that rare type of woman who experienced as much pleasure from being able to create mind-blowing sensations in her partner as she did from her own sensations. She watched for my reactions as much as I watched for hers. She wasn't in any great rush; she gave as much as she got. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I realized it when I thought about it later.
At the time, all I was aware of was the heightened sensitivity of every nerve in my entire body and of what Mary's marvelous hands were doing to stir up sensation in me like I'd never known before.
I began soaping up a lather across her shoulders. I gently rubbed my lower belly and the throbbing hardness of my rigid cock against the curving softness of her bottom.
She tipped her pelvis, pushing her ass back against me. We were both so hot I think the spray of water hitting us was vaporizing upon contact. We were both ready.
Mary started to turn herself to me, but I stopped her with my hands on her shoulders. "Take it easy, Mary honey. Let's let the love honey simmer awhile; it's better that way," I said.
She moaned, "I'm far beyond the simmering stage now. What's going to happen when I come to a full boil?"
"Trust me, Mary," I said. "I'll take care of you." Then I started soaping her again, working from her shoulders on down her back. As I went, I moved my hands in around and under her armpits where her big wonderful boobs were. It was just like touching some kind of button the way her arms sprang away from her sides, opening room for my hands to gently caress her.
Actually, I just ran the tip of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. I could tell it sent sensation roaring through her body by the way she shivered.
"More, Vincey, do it more," she moaned. "I want you so bad I ache all over!" she added.
I knew what she wanted, but I also knew how much better it would be if she wasn't allowed to build too fast. She was holding her breath waiting, hoping my hands would come around again and cup those luscious breasts. I was teasing, and she knew it, but it was still a kind of teasing that was thoroughly enjoyable to her.
"Vince lover," she murmured, "you have my nerves doing yo-yos! The sensations going through me just from your hands on my flesh is more than other men gave me when they were giving me everything they had. If some other woman had told me any living man could stir up that much delicious feeling inside before he ever touched her vagina, I'd have sworn she was hallucinating. But now I know better!"
I was feeling the heat and excitement coursing through every cell in my body as I answered, "It's no figment of your imagination, no acid-head illusion, no dream world, baby. This is for real and my own blood is like liquid fire!"
I worked my way on downward, until her curving ass was soaped and lathered; then the backs of her legs to her knees. Then I started back up again.
Mary made a funny little sound in her throat then she said, "You have such wonderful, dreamy hands, love."
My hands seemed to move of their own volition, caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. I could feel the muscles throughout her lower body knot and swell, writhing with a charge of anticipation that seemed too great for them. She began trembling; I decided I'd better let up for a minute, give her a chance to get herself in control.
I was feeling lightheaded myself. I found myself wondering if it could be possible to actually get her so hot it would be impossible to blast off? I know I was experiencing an exquisite, agonizing, delightful, awful kind of torture while all this caressing was going on.
My cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. It kept bumping into her ass reaching out of its own accord. I ran my fingertips up her leg then, close to her asshole, her taint, and her smoking cunt, without really touching her there. I told her, "Time to turn around and get the front of you all sparkly!"
"Lordy, Vince, I don't know if I can stand any more!" she gasped. "I'm so charged full of electricity that if you just get close to me with that beautiful connection of yours, I'll light us both up like a couple of Christmas trees!"
I chuckled and asked, "Does that mean you've been enjoying yourself?"
"You have to ask?" she whispered.
I was pleased, to say the least. The excitement inside me was sent zooming by just knowing the sensations she was experiencing were so great.
Without warning, I put my sudsy hand on her soft, mink-coated hot box. Her head jerked back on her shoulders and I heard a low, strangled moan. Her knees began to bend and I realized her hot box was pulsing wildly. I grabbed her to keep her from falling, keeping my other hand on the drooling lips of her cunt.
She grabbed the hair on my head and wound her fingers deep into it with a grip of desperation. There was so much pressure inside her struggling to be released I began to wonder if her bod could stand it.
"Vincy, my poor head, it's going round and round and I don't think I can hold on much longer!" she groaned.
Her face was contorted as if in the grip of awful anguish. She seemed barely aware of her surroundings. The way she was acting, she might really pass out.
I moved my suds-covered hand away from her pussy, which was still pulsating furiously, hoping that would let her cool off a little. I began spreading the bubbling lather higher. Then higher still.
Even though the suds, the heat of her body burned against my palms. Her nipples were both standing at attention. The nipples thrust outward from her tits like two tiny, rigid cocks, each striving to attract the attention of my fingers.
I had learned how anticipation can skyrocket the voltage of sensation and was doing everything I could to supercharge Mary. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and pants.
She gasped even more sharply when I put my hands back along the sides of her tits, just ahead of her armpits. She stared at me, making funny little noises in her throat, reminding me of a purring kitten. I brought my fingertips forward slowly along the swelling flesh of her tits. Mary shivered convulsively, the sounds growing louder in her throat.
Suddenly she let go of me with one hand and grabbed at her cunt, frantically caressing herself. Her hips began humping movements. Her eyes closed, her head drawn back in a strained position. It looked uncomfortable as hell but she seemed oblivious to everything.
I kept right on caressing her burning tits moving closer and closer to her nipples. Finally I closed my fingertips around them and drew them slowly outward. Mary acted as if I'd pulled two triggers at once, blasting her off in orgasm. When I saw she had started on a wild trip, I lifted her body against mine. She grabbed my body with her legs in a vise-like grip and began humping against me.
I grabbed her around the hips and settled her downward, slipping my rigid cock into her pulsating tunnel of love. That move brought a thin wailing scream from her that almost startled the come juice out of me before I was ready. She was still humping against me wildly, seemingly too far out to know or care what I was doing.
I grabbed a towel off the bar and put it around Mary so she wouldn't slip out of my arms. Her legs were locked around me so tightly I don't think she would have slipped even if I had lost my hold on her. I carried her to the bedroom; laid her on the bed.
That delicious teetering on the fine edge of a plunge into orgasm had gone on about as long as I could stand it. My cock felt like she had drawn it up inside her 'til it was far larger than it'd ever been. I'd never before experienced such overwhelming sensation. Suddenly the teetering stopped, I felt something inside her grab my cock and milk so hard I couldn't hold back any longer. I drew back and then plunged into her cunt firing come juice with everything I had. For a short time then, everything was far away ... I was right on the edge of blacking out. I heard someone yell and realized later that it had been me.
When there finally was room in my mind to register something other than overpowering sensation, I found Mary had raised herself over me on her hands and knees and was riding me like I'd never been ridden before. Suddenly she stiffened, and then something inside her turned on again. I could feel the heat of her cunt as it milked away at my throbbing cock. The way she had turned on again was fantastic! The sensation it sent through me was too much to try to describe. The only way to understand anything like that is to experience it yourself. It was almost painful, it was so damned good!
When I came back from that trip enough to realize what was happening, I grabbed both her nipples and sucked them into my mouth. Mary screamed like a banshee. I clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound a little. She tapered off to an agonized groaning. After a while her pulsing cunt began to slow down. Her arms and legs began to tremble, then suddenly she collapsed on top of me like a blob of jelly.
My own body felt like I didn't have a bone or muscle left. I struggled and finally managed to roll her dead weight off me, turning both of us so we came to rest again on our sides. In doing it, I was careful not to lose our coupling, not to let that delicious cunt slip away from me. I took my hand away from her mouth, murmuring, "You can get a little on the noisy side when you get carried away, can't you, sweetheart? I'll wager if anyone heard you they would think you were getting murdered instead of enjoying a good fuck."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mary wrinkled her nose at me, then pecked me with a light kiss, saying, "If that's what getting murdered was like, every woman in the world would be lined up at your door, volunteering for a chance to get done in. I particularly like your choice of a weapon, and I must say you use it with true artistry." Then she threw her head back and laughed, exclaiming, "And to think, I really was worried about the possibility of a teaching career being dull and unexciting."
Matching her spirit, I told her, "I'll bet that stuffy old school board wouldn't approve of you teaching a fancy fucking class, but as long as they don't know, it can't hurt 'em. Tell me, Miss Mary, ma'am, would you consider doing some private tutoring?"
She kissed me, then murmured, "I thought you'd never ask. I think I can predict a terrific teacher-student relationship developing between us."
"I'll work hard, ma'am," I answered. "I'll do my very best to advance the science of communication and the art of instruction." Then I added humbly, "If you're sure you think I'm qualified?"
Mary smiled tenderly, "Oh, you definitely qualify, love. Never before have I been so fortunate as to have such a highly qualified student!"
I chuckled, pleased that this first experience with me had been so satisfying for her. I made my cock jump inside her, causing her to gasp. I asked her, "When do you think we could take some field trips, Mary mine?"
"Vince darling, I love the way your mind works! It's busy all the time."
"Well," I said, "When you have a teacher who stimulates her pupil the way you do me, you can't help yourself. The ideas crowd in faster than I can handle them."
She looked up at me with a mischievous grin playing around the corners of her sweet mouth. She said, "Any time you have a problem you can't work out, drop by my apartment after school; I'll be happy to help you with your homework."
For a month I knocked at Mary's door ten minutes after school let out each day, just like I was programmed. She'd let me in, close the door quickly, then nestle her delightful, sweet-smelling bod so close to me I couldn't move.
Around school, of course, we had to conceal our feeling for each other. We had to refrain from even the smallest expression or gesture that might stir suspicion. But that only seemed to make the whole situation even more exciting.
I really had it made, because, of course, Mary was only one member of the luscious harem of passionate females I was keeping satisfied. Heidi arranged regular sessions with me each week all the rest of that winter, too. And the mother-daughter team of Sandras stood the strain of keeping things cooler between us for only about a month, then they too renewed their demands for my services.
It was the following summer before I further expanded my investigation into the relative merits of different types of used ladies. Actually, my becoming involved with Madge was completely accidental. For years my parents have owned a modest summer place on a good trout stream in the mountains. Upstream everything is forest reserve except a former homestead tract owned by a church in our town and operated as a church camp. Madge was up there as a counselor, her husband being the pastor of the church. She slipped away one day in search of peace and quiet in some secluded place and wandered off the church property over onto our land.
I was out fishing that day, at least pretending to. I was half asleep, sitting in the shade, fishing like I was after catfish or something like that out of warm water instead of fishing for trout. Suddenly I heard this sobbing voice praying, "Oh, dear Lord, help me! Why am I so frigid? Why do I hate so having my husband touch me?"
I sat up straight, my interest really perking. But the voice lowered so I couldn't catch any more of it after that. I'd heard enough to hook my interest. Trying to hang loose like I'd been, relaxed and almost snoozing, was impossible.
I reeled in my fishline and stashed my rod where it'd be safe until I got around to picking it up. Then I eased into the brush like an old bear on the scent of a bee-tree, starting to work my way toward that mournful voice. Obviously a female somebody needed help and I was just ready to do my duty.
I made like a commando or Green Beret slipping in through the brush on an enemy position. I didn't want to startle the lady in distress, naturally. I came upon a little opening in the brush and trees just in time to see a real interesting female ass disappearing into the trees on the other side of that clear space.
I realized what was ahead in the direction she was headed and got even more hopeful. I knew about the next open space she'd find in the forest was where a hot spring came out of the mountain, forming a nice warm pool that was about perfect in size and depth to be great for swimming, then overflowed to form a little stream that meandered down through the forest and joined our trout stream.
Sure enough, she found the pool and started a debate with herself. "Wouldn't it feel wonderful just to relax and float in that warm water and let it melt away all my cares?" she murmured after testing the water temp with a finger. By then I'd gotten positioned in the nearby brush where I could get a good look at her. Her old-fashioned kind of clothing made her look sort of dowdy, but even those clothes couldn't hide her lines. Remembering her mournful plea for help with her problem of being a frigid wife, I realized what a tragedy I was being called upon to prevent.
Anyhow, the next thing she said was, "But I couldn't ... I haven't any swimming clothing." When no one else spoke up to argue that point with her, she said, "When I was a little girl back home on the farm and no one else was anywhere around, I used to go skinny-dipping in daddy's big stock tank." She hugged her arms across her nice full tits and seemed to kind of shiver. Then she murmured, "But I'm not a little girl, anymore. I'm a grown woman. I'm supposed to be a responsible adult."
She went quiet again, then declared abruptly, a lot of emphasis behind it, "I'm too responsible! Too inhibited! My dear husband means well, but it'd do me good to feel daring again like I used to feel sometimes. It'd even do me good to feel wicked ... and enjoy it, instead of feeling so guilty all the time about sanctimonious trivials. It'd do me good!" She stomped her foot.
Suddenly she began pulling off her clothes, like she was hurrying to get out of them before she lost her nerve. When those clothes came off, man, what a body I found myself feasting my eyes upon. She probably was in her middle thirties, a later model than either of my other used ladies, and with a hell of a lot less mileage on her than either of them had at the same age.
Back there in the brush I began getting out of my clothes too. My mouth was watering like I was getting ready to fill it with my favorite dessert. My cock was throbbing, starting to ache, it had gotten so hard. I was ready to bring her the answer to her prayers.
She went diving into the pool, and the way she cut into the water it was obvious that despite the look of her clothing she'd done some swimming sometime. The instant the water closed over her head, while her bare ass was still in midair above the water, I sprinted for the edge of the pool. As her toes disappeared under the water's surface, I launched myself out over it in a dive.
She probably heard the concussion of my body hitting the water even though she was under the surface. As I swooped toward the bottom, I looked through the crystal-like water and saw a pair of long, tapered legs standing in it not too far ahead. I figured she'd probably come up and was looking around to find what had caused the sound. Up where those lovely legs joined her lower body I saw a triangle of golden pussy curls. I homed in on that like a guided missile going for its target.
My head shot in between those gorgeous, long legs. As her ass smacked against my shoulders, my feet touched the sandy bottom. I straightened, shooting her up out of the water astride my neck.
A startled shriek blasted my eardrums as my head came out of the water. I ducked sideways, spilling her. Her shriek shot upward shrilly, then was chopped off as she went into the water and it closed over her.
She surfaced less than an arm's reach from me. Talk about someone being the picture of outrage. But her ripe, luscious tits were thrust out invitingly toward me upon the water's surface and that's what took my full attention, not her outrage.
Real low she snapped threateningly, "If you don't get out of this pool and away from here this very instant, I'm going to scream so loud there'll be thirty people-"
I interrupted loudly, informing her, "You'll be awfully embarrassed, if you do. Who's going to believe I forced you to go swimming with me naked?"
It was her turn to cut in before I could say more, obviously not intimidated in the least by anything I'd said so far as she declared, "I'll have you know, this property belongs to a church and I'm the pastor's wife and you have no way you can explain your presence in-"
I cut in again, stopping her this time but good with the information, "This property and this pool does not belong to a church! It belongs to my family and has belonged to my family for more than fifteen years. You're the trespasser, lady, who has no possible way to explain why you're in our pool naked with me if you didn't want to be."
Her mouth dropped open in amazement, but at the time I thought she was about to scream like she'd threatened. I warned, "You'd better be careful about letting anyone else know a thing about you being here in the nude and a trespasser on our property the way you are."
Her hands flew up to her face as she clouded up suddenly, about to cry. She looked scared to death. I felt like a damned heel, just that quick. I soothed, "There isn't a thing to worry about, if you just don't panic. You prayed for help to cure you of being frigid, didn't you?" That seemed to startle her so she forgot all about going ahead with the cry she'd been getting primed. I rushed on while I was ahead. "The lord sent me as an answer to your prayer."
The outrage came flashing back and she snapped, "That's sacrilege!"
I shook my head and calmly countered, "No sacrilege at all, only the plain truth. How did you expect to get cured of being frigid?"
That seemed to stump her. While she stared at me, her mouth open again, I reached out both hands and cupped each one around a luscious big ripe tit. I don't know for certain what the touch of my hands on her tits did to her but I know it sent tremors of wild excitement racing through my belly muscles. It seemed almost like the very first time I'd ever cupped a female tit in my hand, I felt that excited.
A startled expression flashed over her lovely face. In a strangled voice she gasped, "How dare ... you!"
"You like the way it feels, don't you?" I countered.
She snapped, "I don't feel a thing!"
I said, "Then you must be dead, or you would. But I think you're lying. I think you're feeling more great feelings than you've enjoyed in a long, long time."
"You're wrong!" she gasped in a choking whisper.
"They why're you having such a problem breathing?" I chided. "Is breathing always so difficult for you?"
She shook her head, her mouth working but no sound coming from it. Finally she gasped, "At least I shouldn't be feeling anything!"
"Who told you so?" I demanded.
"My mother!" she gasped. Strangely enough, unless my hands were creating so much sensation in her she'd been paralyzed by it, she hadn't made a move to pull her tits away from my caressing hands. I glanced at the nipples. They said any talk about her not feeling a thing was a lie; they were taut with excitement. I glanced up as she added in that same strangled, breathless whisper, "When I first began to menstruate, she told me never to let a boy or man touch me or I'd get pregnant and bum in hell!"
"Your mother must have been a very happy woman," I suggested.
Her head moved the least bit, shaking slightly. She murmured, "She did her very best."
"But there wasn't much joy and probably less love in her life, was there?" I guessed, making a shot in the dark.
Again her head shook slightly and she admitted, "Her whole life was pretty bleak."
"She'd have felt guilty if she ever had felt happy," I made another shot in the dark.
That brought a startled look that turned thoughtful. Finally she admitted, "You may be right."
CHAPTER TWELVE
She still made no move to remove my hands from her tits.
"Your mother was frigid too," I declared as if I knew.
Her look became one of wonder as she stared at me. "I don't know," she murmured. "That one time was the only time she ever mentioned anything to me about-" She broke off, as if unable to speak the word, "sex."
Then her wide-eyed gaze began moving hesitantly down my front, over my chest. Her uncertain eyes hesitated where the water created a transparent curtain across my upper belly. But after a wavering instant they moved on downward.
When her lowering eyes discovered my rigid cock standing smartly at attention before my lower belly, they widened and fluttered again, then fixed upon it with a fascinated intentness. After she stared at it for a long, silent moment, she looked up again, stared into my eyes, then asked breathlessly, "What're you going to do?"
I said quietly, "Not a single thing you don't want me to. Not a thing you don't enjoy."
She just stood there staring up at me, both her luscious tits still cupped in my hands. It was like she hadn't heard a thing I'd said. I tried again, declaring, "I'd like to help you learn to enjoy your body. Help you learn to feel. To feel glad you're alive. Would that be so terrible?"
She glanced down at the water demurely as she murmured, "I expected my husband to help me learn to feel glad to be alive. Why should I have any hope that you could do it? You're only a boy and he's a man."
I asked, "Is he a man who's glad to be alive? Or does he feel guilty about just enjoying himself?"
She didn't answer immediately. Finally she said, "He is a very dedicated man."
"But dedicated to what?" I demanded. "Misery?"
She glanced up sharply at me, then frowned thoughtfully. Just then a mockingbird landed in a treetop nearby and began making the surrounding forest ring with his medley of songs plagiarized from other songbirds. When she said nothing but just stood there studying on what I'd said, I suggested, "Is that old mockingbird sinful for feeling so good, for enjoying life so much, he's bubbling over with song to let everyone know how happy he is? Wouldn't you like to feel as glad to be alive as he sounds?"
She surprised me by instantly declaring, "Yes!"
So I promised, "I'll help you learn how, if you really mean it."
"Oh, I do mean it!" she declared instantly.
"Then trust me," I directed.
"I'm feeling more ... trust," she assured me, "every minute." And suiting action to words, she brought her arms up and put them around my neck, then invited, "Tell me what to do."
"Good girl!" I exclaimed. "You're feeling better than you have in a long, long time already. Aren't you?"
She smiled, abruptly, and it transformed her rather plain, makeup free face, making her beautiful. She nodded and a note of amazement was in her voice as she exclaimed, "I really do!"
I moved my hands on her tits for the first time since I'd cupped them around those lovelies. Instantly a startled look was in her eyes. I soothed, "You like that, don't you?" I caressed both tits and began teasing both nipples lightly with thumbs and fingers as I continued, "You have a need to be touched. To be caressed like this. And you feel a need to touch and to caress in return."
I moved my hands to her armpits. I brought my fingertips forward, lightly stroking the swelling sides of her delicious tits from their roots to their very tips. The startled expression in her eyes changed into a brightly burning light of excitement, of high, good feeling. I suggested, "You may be feeling surprised at yourself, but you're making a great discovery. You not only like having me caress you like this, you feel you'd enjoy caressing me. Right?"
She nodded. Suddenly one of her hands reached out and timidly closed around my stiff cock. She blushed and glanced away. But her hand stayed on my cock. She began stroking its hardness. Still blushing, she glanced back into my eyes rather guiltily, murmuring, "I'm so inhibited. I enjoy doing what we're doing, but I feel so guilty."
"Because you been taught, ever since you can remember, that you should feel guilty about just enjoying yourself, but especially about feeling any kind of sex enjoyment."
"Why does it seem so pleasant to me to touch your-" She broke off, again glancing away. Then by an obvious exercise of will she brought her eyes back to mine, demanding, "Why does touching your ... organ ... seem so pleasant to me?"
"Because, despite everything, you've been brainwashed to believe," I told her, "you're finally doing something you felt you'd like to do."
"But I feel embarrassed because I find myself enjoying such a thing," she murmured.
"You need to learn to let yourself go," I told her. "Learn to enjoy your body and your body's sensations. Learn to enjoy caressing a man's body and to enjoy having a man caress your body. It takes practice, but you'll learn."
As I said that, I completed another stroke from her armpits to her nipples. I caught both nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers and gave them a gentle pull. That brought the first low gasp of pleasure she'd allowed herself. I did it again and she gasped breathlessly again. I smiled at her, still holding both her tits, and said, "My name's Vince Peters. What's yours?"
She looked startled again for a moment. I suppose the idea of letting someone who didn't even know her name be this intimate with her was startling. She abruptly said, "Madge Davis." She glanced down at my cock and began caressing it with faster strokes.
As I brought my fingertips forward along the swelling lusciousness of her tits again, I said, "You're a beautiful woman, Madge." I gave her excited nipples another gentle pull.
She glanced up into my eyes as that brought another gasp of pleasure out of her. "Thank you, Vince," she murmured. "Even if you're lying ... thank you. A woman does have a need to hear such things, even if they're lies."
"But you are beautiful," I assured her. "Doesn't your husband ever at least tell you that?"
She shook her head, glancing down at the water again.
I let her nipples snap back and returned my fingers to her armpits to begin another caressing forward stroke. Just then she surprised me by stepping in closer. As she did that, she gripped my cock firmly and brought the head of it into the feverish, juicy crack of her cunt. That brought a surprised gasp of pleasure out of me and she smiled.
Madge started stroking the head of my cock up and down through that hot, slippery crack of hers. Then she discovered her own clitoris. She shivered and began using the head of my cock to caress it as she murmured, "You feel so incredibly good to me!"
I told her, "The best is yet to come, sweetie." The waves of sensation she was creating in my cock had me having to fight to hang onto myself. I had to hold down a growing impulse to shove that tingling cock of mine into her lusciously juicy hot cunt to its roots. I knew giving in to such an impulse would never do.
The wisdom of restraining such an impulse was underscored when she abruptly said, "I've just realized that I've been afraid of a man's organ ever since my mother told me what she did when I was a little girl. And the way my husband's always acted, like he felt ashamed of himself to be doing what he did to me with his organ-"
I interrupted, directing, "Stop being mealy-mouthed. It is an organ, but so is a heart or a kidney. Like a heart or a kidney or any other physical organ, it has a name. So use its name and stop acting like its name is something dirty because it's a sex word. Call it what it is; a cock. Or at least call it a penis, if you'd rather be formal. But call it what it is, not just a nameless organ. That'll help you shake off your inhibitions."
She was still stirring my cock around steadily in the slippery lips of her cunt, caressing her clitoris with it as she listened, then murmured, "I guess I really am terribly inhibited."
I said, "You're making progress. Just keep fighting it. I'm here to help you."
"Oh, you have helped!" she exclaimed. "More than I'd ever dreamed might be possible. Right now you probably won't believe what I'm just aching to do."
"So try me," I suggested.
She smiled demurely and glanced away, blushing. Then she looked back with sudden resolution, declaring, "I'm just aching to feel your beautiful hardness ... deep inside me. I've never felt so ... excited ... in my whole life before. If this is what it means not to be frigid, I like it. You've been so patient and gentle, but so natural about everything. I think that's a lot of what's seemed so exciting about you. That's why you made sex so exciting to me, instead of frightening."
I smiled and told her, "Sex is natural and good and it's supposed to be so exciting it'll make us full of joy to be alive. Full of thankfulness for life."
She looked absolutely radiant as she eagerly exclaimed, "Oh, I know exactly what you mean. For the first time I can ever remember, I do feel really filled with thankfulness for life, with real joy that I'm alive! It's like I've been in a state of living death, like a zombie or something, until right now. And now I'm ... hot!"
She started making little thrusting movements with her hips, pushing her sizzling cunt against the hardness of my cock, then pausing to stroke her clitoris with it some more. Suddenly she said, "I probably should stop this, though. I'm still a married woman. If I did what I'm feeling like I'd like to, I suppose I'd be betraying my husband's-"
I cut in soothingly, asking, "Haven't you ever heard of oral sex? You can have sexual release and pleasure without letting another man enter your treasure house."
She looked surprised, demanding, "Isn't oral sex perverted?"
I said quietly, "Only people who've never tried it, or who've never tried it enough to really learn anything about it, think it's perverted. If something all animals do is natural, oral sex is natural. You should investigate and find your own answer. Find truth for yourself."
Madge looked thoughtful, murmuring, "Find truth for myself." Suddenly she nodded, exclaiming, "I like that!"
I swept her up in my arms and waded ashore. A rippling laugh came out of her as she hugged her nakedness to me, her eyes burning with excitement. I found the nipple of one of her luscious tits thrust up right before my mouth and sucked it in greedily. A little breathless yelp of pleasure came gusting from her; her arms suddenly tightened around my neck, pulling my mouth against her tit harder.
I waded out of the pool and across an open, grassy area and on into a sheltered cove screened by underbrush. There I laid her down upon the grassy carpet, without releasing her tit from my mouth. As I settled myself beside her, I began teasing her other nipple with one hand. The moan that brought out of her let me know I was making the right moves.
I went on teasing her tits for a few minutes more, then began kissing my way downward across her upper belly. At her navel I paused, circling it with the tip of my tongue, then thrusting into it. She gasped in pleasure, liking that too.
Below her navel I kissed and licked a zigzag course across her taut lower belly. Her breath was running in and out of her in noisy, ragged gasps before I brushed my cheek against the upper fringe of her golden nest of cunt hair.
She moaned in protest, obviously having hoped I'd go straight on down to her hungrily awaiting cunt, when I raised from her and moved around between her legs. She opened her soft thighs to me instantly. I pushed her feet up against her ass, raising her knees high. My cock was aching, it was so ready, but I again put down the temptation to hurry things. I'd already become thoroughly convinced that you always pay a high price for getting in a hurry with any part of sex. No man ever learns how really delicious and great a fuck can be unless he forces himself to wait until his partner is so nearly out of her mind with passion that she'll almost plead with him to slip the caressing hardness of his cock to her. Not only is the quality of sensation the man gets under such conditions always indescribably better, but his prospects for frequent return engagements are immeasurably higher.
So I hung onto my impulse, checking it, and bent my head to kiss her upraised left knee. From there I kissed my way leisurely downward over her velvety inner thigh, alternating my kisses with long, caressing licks of my tongue. Licking and kissing my way hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, velvet of her inner thigh, I worked my way steadily nearer that nest of dewy, golden down covering her cunt.
I could have stretched it out much longer, as I'd done many times before, taking time to cover both thighs, both groins, and perhaps even to lick into the crack of her ass to her asshole. But this time I felt that might be a mistake. The right timing for each woman is different. This time when my cheek brushed against her golden cunt curls and I felt the feverish heat radiating from her open cunt against my skin, I had the feeling I should get on with it.
I lowered my mouth upon the feverish lips of her sizzling cunt. An anguished, gasping moan came out of her. Strangely enough that sound from her triggered a fantastic flash of electric-like excitement that shot through me. My cock jerked with involuntary muscle spasms, almost as if it was about to explode.
I paused an instant, getting my threatening surge of sensation under control, then sent my tongue thrusting in through her cunt's lips to the portal of her fiery tunnel of love. Her whole lower belly swelled with the flood of sensation that the thrust of my tongue created.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I sent my tongue thrusting back into Madge's cunt as deep as I could make it go. Another anguished cry of pleasure ripped its way out of her. Her hands caught my hair, clutching it almost desperately, pulling my face so tightly to her burning pussy I felt she might smother me.
I gasped for breath as best I could, but went right on sucking and licking away at her cunt. My nose found her clitoris and a sharp, sighing gasp gushed out of her as they came together caressingly. Her hands flew up to clutch at her own hair.
While my head was free, I shifted my mouth up to her clitoris. As my lips closed over it and I began sucking and licking that sensation-gorged little shaft, she uttered a scream that sounded muffled as if she'd tried to hold it back. The sound made my cock burn with throbbing anticipation.
Her feverish thighs closed against the sides of my head. Her feet jumped upward off the ground. She obviously was about to lock them around my head. I jerked my head back before she could capture me. In a strangled gasp of horror, she protested, "Please! Please don't stop!"
Acting like I hadn't heard, I stretched myself upon the grass beside her. I was as short of breath as if I'd just gone a hard round of boxing. But I wasn't going to get any time to catch my breath.
In a flash, Madge was astraddle of me, acting frantic. She thrust her luscious tits down at my mouth as her hand gripped my cock and guided it to her cunt. I caught her tits in my hands and sucked in her excited nipples just as she thrust downward with her ass. I felt the deliciousness of my cock plunging into the hot depths of her cunt. She felt something great too because a gasping cry came out of her and her ass started wriggling like a trout fighting on a hook.
I began gobbling at her tits, sucking and licking almost frantically at her rigid nipples. I had the satisfaction of bringing a shuddering moan from her. Then her ass began bobbing up and down over me, stroking my caressing cock in and out of her cunt cautiously.
She seemed to soon decide this coupling with me held no booby traps, no unexpected pain to mar her pleasure, therefore no need for excessive caution. Her ass began bobbing faster. The entire length of her tunnel of love was being flooded with hot, slippery love juice. A long, strangled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came moaning out of her.
Suddenly, after driving my cock as deep into her cunt as she could send it, she stopped all movement for a moment. I tensed the muscles that made the head of my cock jump deep within her; that brought a surprised gasp of pleasure out of her. She murmured, sounding amazed, "You feel so indescribably good to me so many different ways, I can't believe it! And I've been missing all this!"
Her ass began bobbing slowly again, beginning a series of long outward strokes followed by abrupt, hard inward thrusts, plunging my cock back into the depths of her famished cunt. A low, tense moan came rising and falling out of her almost continuously.
I was gobbling away at her tits, licking and sucking at her delicious nipples while raising my ass off the grass in abrupt upward thrusts to meet her hard downward plunges. Waves of sensation were building within me. Her cunt really felt great. She'd given it so little use that it hadn't even been broken in well. Fucking her was very near to fucking a complete virgin. And if, as she claimed, she'd never experienced any good sensation from what little previous fucking she'd experienced, she sure seemed to be making up for lost time here with me. Her obvious excitement reacted on me in a way that was fantastically erotic.
Her ass began bobbing faster and still faster, her thrusts growing steadily harder as her storm of passion grew in intensity. I found myself being swept along with her by a delightful flood of sensation mounting steadily within me. Finally the intensity of it was actually close to that borderline beyond which was the realm of pain.
I began trying to put on the brakes. I couldn't let myself go blasting off with her the very first orgasm she had, like some rank amateurish greenhorn to the techniques of successful fucking. But it was harder to do than it had ever seemed before. I could feel the fantastic heat of her growing lust, could almost see it as it flamed higher and higher within her. The sound of her strangled gasping filled my ears with an erotic pleasure which she added to with her whimpering exclamations: "Dear God ... I'd never dreamed sex could feel so great!" Or, "So long ... so very, very long I've waited to find this!" Or, "Lordy, how delicious it is! I can't believe it!"
I began pulling her nipples, stretching them with my lips as I sucked and licked away at her tits. A wavering cry of ecstasy began coming out of her continuously. Her thrusts started coming so hard and fast our naked bellies slapped together like applauding hands each time she drove my cock into the depths of her hungry cunt.
Within me I felt the delicious tension climbing near the danger point. I tried to turn my thoughts away from that seething riptide of sensation, trying to control it. I had a real struggle.
Suddenly I felt a kind of electric flash shoot through Madge's cunt from the outer lips to its innermost depths as it gripped my caressing cock. Then every muscle throughout her cunt and whole lower body was pulsing, starting to milk away relentlessly at the hardness of my penetrating cock. A long, rising, anguished wail came out of Madge as she blasted off on her very first trip into orgasmic orbit.
Just knowing this was her first such trip and that I'd blasted her off on it was intensely erotic to me. Almost before I realized what was happening, an overwhelming whirlpool of sensation sucked me into its fiery, blazing depths and all awareness of anything else faded from me. My cock exploded, then began relentlessly pumping, geysering jet after jet of my fiery come juice, spraying all the sensitive inner surfaces of Madge's pulsating cunt.
It seemed to blast her into a second and even more intense orgasm, to send her roaring even farther out to an even more distant orbit, right in the midst of her first trip. Distantly I heard a scream that sounded like someone being killed. But I paid no attention, felt no concern. My ears and all of my mind that was still working, were too filled with sounds of the strangled gasps and groans and anguished moans coming out of me as torrents of delicious sensation swept me toward the blackness of oblivion. I had to struggle to hand onto the tag ends of my overwhelmed senses.
Finally the storm of ecstasy tapered off slowly and at last passed. I found Madge still struggling over me feebly. Suddenly she collapsed and lay there on my chest and belly, gasping like she'd never be able to get enough breath into her lungs again.
When our gasps had quieted a little, because I'd been doing my share of struggling to catch my breath, I panted, "How'd you like that, sweetie?"
Madge moaned, "I've been laying here thinking of all the years of nothing ... all the goodness I've missed, wondering if I can ever catch up."
I chuckled, "I'll do my very best to help you. You, lady, are a truly sensational fuck. You've been wasting a terrific talent."
"You make me sound awful!" she protested.
"Is telling someone they have a terrific natural talent for an art making them sound awful?" I countered. "I don't think so. And making physical love, fucking, is a real art, you know. An art most humans have to cultivate and study and practice. But you have a natural gift."
"You're the one who has a gift and a talent!" she exclaimed.
"Thank you," I said, and tensed my belly muscles. I'd come like there was no tomorrow, yet my cock was still stiff enough to jerk deep within her. The gasp that brought out of her sounded startled.
"It's impossible!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"What's impossible?" I asked.
"It still feels like I could enjoy more," she murmured wonderingly.
"Of course you can," I chuckled. "We've only started." I made the head of my cock jump again deep within her cunt and again brought a sharp little gasp of pleasure out of her.
"Do you really think I can stand any more right now?" she whispered. "After all, this is a completely new experience for me. I've never had such exercise. I'm not in condition for it. It really seems pretty strenuous."
I chuckled and told her, "I've never heard of even a virgin developing a charley-horse-of-the-cunt from too arduous use the first time. I don't think there's a thing to worry about."
I made my cock jump within her again and enjoyed hearing another soft gasp come out of her. Then I added, "In fact, what you need more than anything else is to make that very same trip to many times that you'll learn it so well you can never forget it. Know what I mean?"
She nodded and murmured, "Never suffer a relapse into frigidity."
"Exactly!" I exclaimed.
"But isn't the patient, gentle, loving, warmhearted way you built the fire of passion within me terribly important?" she asked softly.
"Of course it is," I agreed.
"Without that I'd probably never have been able to respond the way I did."
"Of course not," I declared. "No one is crazy enough to expect to get sweet music or inspirational music or even music of any kind out of a piano if they use a sledgehammer on it. They'd simply destroy the piano's capacity to respond, and that's what many ignorant men do to women sexually when they lack learning."
"So how can I possibly do anything about that?" she murmured. "My husband means well, I know, but I know now he's afraid of sex. Particularly afraid of enjoying sex too much."
"Teach him to enjoy it and to be thankful he has the capacity to enjoy it," I told her.
"You don't know my husband!" she exclaimed.
"You're smart enough you can wind him around your finger, if you make your mind up to do it," I told her. "Force him to learn. Or divorce him."
She looked startled and started to make a protest of some kind, but I gathered her luscious tits between my hands again and sucked her nipples in. The gasp that brought from her cut off whatever words she'd been about to utter. Her ass began wriggling over me, grinding her lower belly against mine, moving her cunt steadily on my cock.
After a moment, she murmured breathlessly, "So much delicious feeling ... a constantly replenishing feast of feeling. It seems impossible I could have been so completely unaware of its existence before I met you. Could this position make some of the difference?"
"I've been told by women of enough experience they should speak as experts, that this woman-over-man position is the best of all possible positions for a woman," I told her. "That it gives her emotional freedom as well as complete physical freedom which seems to intensify her capacity to experience sensation and enjoy it to the maximum. Also, the pull of gravity draws her inner organs downward into position for maximum contact with the male cock caressing them, and therefore maximum sensation is produced by those contacts."
She said, "I doubt if my husband ever heard of such a position."
"It really doesn't require a lot of imagination," I pointed out, adding, "but what it does require that's often in very short supply is a very secure male ego. A man who has any secret doubts about his manhood fights the idea of allowing a woman to appear to be dominating him. He feels like the one in the so-called supreme position during sex has subdued the partner. He's too unsure of himself to willingly make a gift of that position to his sex partner. His ego is more important to him than the degree of pleasure his partner enjoys from a fuck with him. So many men always hog that place for themselves and act like it's never crossed their mind to at least occasionally give it to their wife or whoever."
"That sounds terribly selfish and self-centered," she murmured, still wriggling her cunt delightedly upon the hardness of my now fully recovered cock. "My husband preaches brotherhood and sharing our blessings with those less fortunate and all the other things that flow to us and through us to other out of God's love. I'd rather think he was just ignorant than believe he could knowingly be that selfish."
I said wryly, "Don't most humans seem inclined to preach one way and act another? Besides, who said it has to be conscious, knowing selfishness? Unconscious drives dictate most of our behavior, especially sexual behavior. Most men whose ego drives them to try to subdue a woman when they fuck her, instead of doing their damnedest to give the woman the greatest satisfaction possible ... most such men aren't consciously aware of why they're that selfish. Many of them maintain a front that makes other people and themselves think of them as Mr. Self-Confidence himself. But down deep in their guts behind that front they're jellyfish. They try to prove they're not by doing everything possible is to always ride a woman when they fuck her, lording it over her like a bully lording it over an opponent half his size."
I may have been just talking to myself I suddenly realized; Madge had let her head roll back upon her shoulders and her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in panting gasps as she excitedly wriggled her cunt around my penetrating cock. I sucked her nipples back into my mouth and that brought a wavering little groan out of her.
She began stroking my cock in and out of her cunt, the tempo of her movements steadily increasing. Suddenly she gasped as if alarmed or amazed, "Oh, it's going to happen again!"
I gobbled at her excited tits harder, bringing a long, trembling, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" from her. That was followed by a tense little scream, "It's going to happen again!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Madge was panting loudly as she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt with almost furious intensity. My cock felt the texture of the lining of her cunt changing, signaling the approaching explosion within her that her strangled words had announced. She was very near her second orgasm. I hoped I could make it more intense than her first and that I could keep her going, could introduce her to continuous orgasms.
Suddenly she was rubbing her belly tightly against mine, giving her clitoris added stimulation, sliding back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements. Deep inside her the head of my cock was making short, gentle movements too, caressing, stimulating her mysterious inner parts. The sensations being created in her were obviously mountainous. Her panting gasps began sounding more like sobs. I felt fresh flows of her hot love honey bathing the entire length of my tingling cock.
Abruptly Madge pulled her belly away from mine, drawing my cock outward until I felt the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of my cock force the inner lips of her cunt to open more widely as it started out. She drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt with a furious thrust that brought our bellies slapping together. It sent waves of sensation roaring through me that were terrific!
Madge began swinging her ass back and forth over me, making my cock stroke in and out of her cunt's hotly clinging grip faster and harder. Our bellies began making an audible slap every time she slammed them together. That sound, mingled with the goodness of the sound of my cock as she kept it pistoning in and out of her cunt seemed to heighten the deliciousness of the growing sensations I was enjoying. This preacher's wife might have been short on experience, considering her years, but she and I were discovering that she had a natural talent for great fucking.
Time and time and time again she drew her ass back so far my cock would have dropped free of her sizzling cunt if she'd gone a fraction farther. Each time she reversed direction at the last instant, sending the hardness of my cock plunging back into the depths of her cunt with a rising fury. The grip of her cunt on my cock felt fantastic!
My mouth was crammed full of her tits, of course, as I continued gobbling at them ravenously. Otherwise the yells that kept trying to get out of me would have made it and probably would have been heard clear up at her husband's church camp. Just trying to hold them back a little seemed to intensify my sensations. Indescribable!
Over me, Madge was panting and moaning and whimpering as she hammered my cock in and out of her ravenous cunt furiously. I began bowing my back up off the grass, shoving my ass upward in a frantic attempt to ram my cock deeper into her delicious cunt than it had ever reached before. Even though I'd just come not long before, I suddenly realized I was going to have to begin holding back or I'd be joining her again in the exquisite explosion she was struggling toward. But that would blow my plans for introducing her to multiple orgasm.
What a temptation it was right then to just forget those plans. The intensifying promise of another eruption started creating delicious pain throughout my cock and started spreading into my whole lower belly. It was hard not to go right on letting myself respond to the excitement of Madge's frenzied struggle on my cock. It was so delightfully obvious how completely she was caught up in the exquisite storm of sensation my pistoning cock was steadily building to an ever wilder pitch in her cunt.
Madge was riding me now like she was determined to drive my ass through the carpet of grass and straight into the ground. Without letting up on her tits, I glanced down along our bellies and found the cunt hair on both our lower bellies looking like it had been lathered with shaving cream. My furiously active cock had made whipped cream of her cunt juices!
Suddenly I felt an electric-like flash zap through her cunt. She screamed. Screamed so loud I'd have given odds it carried to ears up at that church camp she came from. That idea didn't exactly thrill me. But it did help pull my attention away from the riptides of sensation that were trying to overwhelm my senses and sweep me away with Madge into orgasmic orbit.
I felt her cunt muscles gripping my cock shudder and then begin to pump furiously, milking relentlessly, almost frantically, at the hardness of my cock as she kept hammering it in and out of her, screaming with each new thrust. Every time the head of my cock hit the roof of her cunt, I made it give a jerk to intensify the sensations it was giving her. The way she kept on screaming and riding me while her cunt muscles pumped away, gripping furiously at my cock, I figured I'd succeeded. Her second orgasm seemed to last twice as long as the first one had, as if the first had been only a warm-up.
It finally started to slowly taper off, however. But not before Madge's strangled scream had begun sounding hoarse. I realized that an orgasm that apparently had been so intense and beyond all possible doubt had lasted so long very likely had wiped out any possibility of introducing her to multiple orgasm this time. So I eased off on teasing her tits.
Her cunt kept milking away at my stiff cock as if determined to draw the starch out of it before quitting. It felt great, but I'd gotten on top of the whirlwind of sensation that would have erupted in another massive ejaculation, so her cunt didn't stand a ghost of a chance to succeed.
Madge's legs and arms began to tremble, so I was expecting it when she uttered one last anguished moan and collapsed on top of me. She lay there making noises like a wind-broken horse as she struggled for breath.
But her breathing began to ease a little after a while. So I rolled her off. When she was stretched on her side, I pulled away from her. My stiff cock came sliding out of her saturated cunt with a wet slurping sound. Her whole cunt was so slippery with her love juices that I knew it would be impossible to find enough friction in that cunt to make me come if I mounted her belly to belly.
"Are you back from your space shot?" I asked quietly.
She just lay there on her side as limp as a wet rag, only her head moving in a slight nod.
"Would you mind if I show you a position that gives a man a special good sensation?" I suggested.
That time her head gave a brief shake. So I moved around behind her, stretched out there, my front to her back, and eased my cock into her cunt from the rear. That rubbed the sensitive underside of its head over a kind of washboard surface in the gristle and tissue covering the inside of the pelvic bone just inside her cunt. It creates a unique sensation I've never gotten going into a woman's cunt from any other angle or position.
As the head of my cock slid into her across that strangely corrugated surface, sensation flooded through it and overflowed throughout my whole lower belly. I gave her about half a dozen fast strokes, then my cock exploded like a Roman candle. The sensation was so overwhelming I nearly passed out. I yelled, probably sounding like I was being killed, but was aware of it only in a vague, detached kind of way. The holding back and waiting while I made certain Madge got her sexual appetite thoroughly fucked out paid off now in riptides of sensation that very nearly blew my mind.
When it was all over, I discovered I'd been clutching her hips so fiercely with both hands that I'd left prints of all my fingers etched in her naked flesh. Considering how uneducated Madge's cunt was before she got tangled up with me that day in the woods, that seemed like the greatest piece of ass I'd ever enjoyed. Of course, experience has proven to me many times that there just isn't such a thing as a poor piece of ass when a man has done his part right and gotten the woman thoroughly sensitized and excited. Once you've done that, every woman delivers a great piece of ass. The only difference between one great piece of ass and another great piece of ass is that some great pieces of ass are exceptionally great. In other words, a few great pieces of ass turn out to be even better than most other great pieces of ass. And that second piece of ass I enjoyed with Madge was just one of those exceptionally great ones.
For a month after that I met her there at the secluded pool on our summer place at least once every day or night. Before the month ended, she reported that she'd started succeeding in teaching her preacher husband how to unbend a little and make sex an experience of mutual pleasure.
Then, one weekend when my folks came up to join me at the summer place, Dad broke it to me that he wasn't going to spring for my college expenses that fall unless I hustled myself a job that summer and saved some money to pay part of my own expenses. I liked the idea of finding some kind of job in the country, like on a farm. Dad told me in no uncertain terms that I stood a snowball's chance in hell of getting any such job because I was so totally lacking in any kind of experience whatever that would be of any value on a farm.
Bright and early Monday morning, I was driving the back roads through the farm country, hitting every farm I passed. I guess a city person stands out like a sore thumb in the country exactly like a country hick does in the city, because some of those farmers started telling me they didn't need any help before I even got started asking.
By midmorning I was about ready to go home and admit to Dad how right he was. I hated the thought of having to do it, but I hated even more the contempt I'd been seeing in those farmers' eyes. Especially after one of them, more talkative than most, told me in no uncertain terms, "Your father, or someone, would have to offer to pay me, before I'd consider having a greenhorn like you underfoot and having to invest all the time it'd take teaching you enough so you'd be worth just your board and room."
I was about ready to give it up when I came to a lane leading back to a layout of big, impressive-looking buildings, including a handsome, big two-story house. Every building looked freshly painted and in mint condition. All the fences were tightly stretched wire or freshly painted wood. The only thing that didn't look freshly painted was a sign tacked to a big shade tree at the mouth of the lane. It said: "Man Wanted." It wasn't weathered too bad, but it obviously had been there a while.
I almost dropped my stick into gear and dug on out of there. I could just see the ramrod-straight back and hard-jawed old bastard who kept that place looking as shipshape as some kind of military base. Probably some hard-nosed old German. He probably didn't want a man at all; what he wanted was a two-legged work horse. And as long as the sign had stayed up, it seemed obvious that even experienced farmhands had been unable to please him.
Then the thought flashed through that if I was going to give this hunt up anyhow, the more impossible my last job prospect proved to be, the easier my decision to give up on it would be to live with. I'm not certain now that I had it all clearly thought out that way at the time, but I've realized since that was the gist of my thinking.
I wheeled into the lane and a couple of minutes later parked where it was obvious most visitors parked in an area between the back porch of the house and the big cow barn. I wasn't out of my car yet when the door of that back porch opened and an older woman walked out, looking like a million dollars in a stylish sunsuit you'd expect a young city chick to wear. Her whole body looked trim and youthful; only her silvery hair and her tanned face showed any sign of age. At that, I figured her for late thirties or perhaps at the very most early forties.
On the spur of the moment, I decided if I was going to get shot down, I'd just as well do it wild, so I called, "Hi, there, beautiful!
Where's-"
She cut me off, calling with a merry smile, "Hi yourself, handsome!"
I liked her instantly. It was just something about her, something she sort of radiated. As I walked to meet her, I called, "Would you be a doll and point me in the direction of the 'Man Wanted' department? Maybe even put in a good word for me?"
"What'll you give me if I use my influence for you?" she asked, smiling up at me as we stopped a couple of paces apart.
"You name it," I invited instantly. "If I can deliver ... it's yours."
She raised an eyebrow quizzically, then murmured, "Anything?"
I nodded, then declared, "I'm desperate for a job in the country for the rest of the summer ... and you're the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on anywhere in the open spaces I've seen ... so, anything ... That is-"
She interrupted, "Don't ruin your pretty speech by turning right around and starting to back down."
"Anything I can deliver," I said with a grin. "If that's backing down, that's as far as I back."
"Fair enough!" she exclaimed approvingly. "What's your name?"
"Vince Peters."
"I'm glad to know you, Vince," she told me. "I'm Lucy Taft."
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Taft," I said quietly, putting genuine feeling into it.
She seemed to like the way I made it sound. She studied me for a moment, then asked, "Why's a job in the country so important to you?"
"Because my father said I couldn't get one," I said with a rueful chuckle. "And he also said if I didn't get a job and save some money during the rest of this summer, he'd decided he wasn't going to pop for my college expenses this fall."
"You look like you'd ought to be going to college on a football scholarship, or something like that," Mrs. Taft suggested, eyeing me with a speculative smile.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Half an hour later, after iced tea in the big country kitchen where Mrs. Taft took me for more conversation, I found myself up in her big bedroom about to make like she was a hero-worshiping coed and I was a big football hero. Like I've said earlier, something about her hit me straight off. But winding up in her bedroom so quickly surprised even me a little. It happened so fast I still don't remember exactly each move. But what headed us for her bedroom was her asking me, "How long do you think a healthy, hot-blooded woman ought to worry about what the prudes call being 'true' to an impotent husband?"
And I said, "Just as long as it takes her to locate a healthy, hot-blooded man she really digs who isn't impotent."
"Regardless of his age?" she asked.
"Regardless of his age!" I exclaimed. "Regardless of anything except that she really digs him and he digs her. When two people who feel like that about each other get together, nothing else really matters."
That seemed to be the right answer because she grabbed my hand and we headed upstairs. On our way up, she told me, "Every normal woman, even a grandmother, feels sharper mentally, stays younger physically, if she maintains an active sex life to keep her body juices hot and flowing freely. In college, where I met my husband, I took a course in which we studied about South Sea islanders. For centuries those people have given older women, often widows, the responsibility and pleasure of initiating the boys into the skills of manhood related to fucking. So before any boy became a young man and got married, he'd had extensive on-the-job-training and knew exactly how to please a girl sexually. Even when I was only a coed, that made a lot more sense to my way of thinking than our system of letting the blind lead the blind."
We were hardly inside her bedroom doorway before she was shucking off that stylish sunsuit of hers. And without a stitch on, her body looked just as great as it seemed to look in that sunsuit; she owned all its curves. She had two tits that were twin masterpieces. My tongue got so hard I nearly choked on it, just from looking at those boobs of hers.
Like she'd read my mind, as I stepped out of the last stitch, she came toward me with her hands cupped under those gorgeous tits, thrusting them out toward me as she asked, "Do you enjoy sucking sugar titties, Vince?"
"I can show you better than trying to tell you," I chuckled breathlessly, already steamed up as hell just from the view she presented combined with the surprise of this unexpected development.
She seemed to like my answer. She asked, stopping before me, "Do you realize, Vince Peters, that a man who knows how to do a good job sucking a woman's tits for her can give her better sexual thrills, even if his cock's no bigger than yours, than a man who's hung like a stud horse who thinks his monster cock is all he needs to make sex great for any woman?"
I grinned wryly as I told her, "That's been my experience to a T. Guys with a cock my size try harder and that's why more of them learn to combine expert tit teasing with their fucking."
I ducked my head as I said it and the instant the words were out I had both her luscious tits in my hungry mouth. A low moan of pleasure came out of her and her hands left her tits to my care and jumped upward to my head. They caught in my hair, her fingers twining in it affectionately.
After I'd sucked and licked her excited nipples good for a couple of minutes, she abruptly murmured, "We'd be a lot more comfortable over there on my bed, lover. You've already convinced me you've got more to you than just big talk, like most men, regardless of age."
So we moved to the bed. I stretched out on my back and it was obvious that pleased her, too. Faster than I can tell it, she was over me on her hands and knees. I gathered those big, ripe tits of hers between my hands and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth. As I started tonguing them, a long, gusty, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her.
A moment later, she whispered breathlessly, "What an educated mouth you've got for your age. You aren't going to have a thing really important to learn in college. You know that? But going is still a great idea. I don't mean it isn't. I only mean ... you're really too much!"
With encouragement like that, I started gobbling away at her tits like there was no tomorrow. In no time I had low groans and moans coming out of her almost continuously. She lowered her ass, bringing her cunt down against my stiff cock, and began rubbing my hardness up and down along the outside of her feverish crack.
She kept that up for a couple of minutes or more, her moans and groans growing a little louder all the time. Suddenly she thrust a hand down between our bellies to grip my cock gently. She guided the head of it to her clitoris and used it to caress that rigid little shaft of hers for maybe two more minutes.
Finally, she guided the head of my cock into the hot, slippery outer lips of her cunt. Those luscious, fiery lips closed around the head of my cock like a hotly moist, deliciously soft glove tailored to fit my cock perfectly. She gave a little push at me with her ass and my cock went gliding into the sizzling mysteries of her inner depths.
Our lower bellies came together, my cock into her to the balls, and she ground her belly against mine for a moment while I went right on gobbling away at her tits. But I was watching her. She acted as if my cock was feeling so great to her she could hardly stand it.
That inspired me to work on her tits all the more expertly, my tongue swirling around and between her nipples while I alternated between sucking them and pulling them with my lips. I meant to do my damnedest to make this the greatest fuck she'd ever enjoyed.
After she wriggled her cunt on my cock for two or three minutes, she gasped breathlessly, "You sure weren't just making big talk about already knowing how to make the most of a woman's tits, Vince Peters."
Then she closed her eyes and let her head tip back upon her shoulders as she began bobbing her ass over me, stroking my cock in and out of her cunt. Each time my cock went sliding back into her, a sighing groan came trembling out of her. It made me feel really great, being able to give a woman like her so much obvious pleasure.
But I couldn't resist a sudden impulse to tease her a little in a way other than sexual. I pulled my mouth away from her tits suddenly, asking, "Am I really pleasing you with the way-"
Her cry of protest cut me off, coming in sharp gasps, sounding almost desperate as she urged, "Don't stop, lover! Please don't stop! You're doing just great! You just don't worry about a thing and leave everything else-"
She interrupted herself with a strangled, groaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" when I popped her tits back into my mouth and sent my feverish tongue licking in and out between and around her excited nipples. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock again, grinding her belly against mine.
Another anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her explosively. Again her ass started bobbing up and down over me, starting again to hammer my cock in and out of her fiery cunt.
I recognized the signs telling me she wasn't far now from an orgasm she'd remember. I was feeling good about that, feeling more intense excitement than her loving cunt alone could have given me, when I got a sudden shock. Suddenly from somewhere nearby a strange voice was yelling, "Fuck'er back, you dumb city slicker! Help Gran'ma sink that cock of yours deeper in her! Fuck her back, damn it! Get your dead ass up off the mattress and shove the cock to her!"
I almost dropped dead, instead of getting my ass up off the mattress. I thought at first it was her damned husband, the farmer who had the job I'd stopped past to inquire about.
I craned my head around, eyes searching desperately, forgetting her tits in my alarm. I'd have dived out a window if she hadn't been riding me so hard, holding me down.
Then I saw him and knew the bastard couldn't possibly be her husband; he looked about my age. He had on a sports shirt and slacks like a city kid who didn't give a damn about the phony protests and phony poverty clothes fads. But despite his clothes I instantly recognized the look of a country rube about him.
Just then she yelled, "Get your smart ass to hell out of here and mind your own business, Robbie! Vince here's forgotten more about giving a woman a great fuck than you've ever even heard about, much less ever known! Who the hell do you think you are, trying to coach him? Now get!"
Instantly the young guy's face took on the pouting look of a spoiled kid who's just been scolded. He snapped, "You don't need to get so uptight! I was only trying to help."
"If you want to help, get your ass out of here!" she snapped at him. "Let me finish giving Vince his job interview!"
I almost fell off the bed, even with her on top of me, holding me in the middle of it. What the hell could she mean about this being a job interview?
I didn't get a chance to find out right then. Robbie, whoever he was, went skulking out of the bedroom, disappearing in the hallway outside. And Mrs. Taft pressed her tits down against my mouth until I took the hint and went back to sucking them again. Then she started riding me harder than ever and soon had my cock supercharged with sensation that went flooding from my cock through all the rest of my body.
Without coaching from anyone, I shoved my ass up off the mattress to meet her hard downward thrusts as she tried frantically to drive my cock into her cunt deeper. I wanted to just turn loose and let my come juices gush whenever they were ready, but I knew that would be a damned fool thing to do if I wanted to really impress this lady. So I began forcing my mind away from the terrific sensations her delicious cunt was creating for me, trying to cool down the boiling sensations building pressures within me that otherwise would make an explosion inevitable.
Suddenly a wailing scream came tearing its way out of Mrs. Taft. She plunged my cock into her sizzling cunt to the hilt. Her belly seemed to almost bounce away from its impact with mine, jerking my cock almost out of her cunt all the way, then she sent it plunging back into her. Again and again she hammered my cock in and out of her cunt while she screamed and gasped and moaned and struggled over me, the muscles of her cunt milking away furiously at the hardness of my cock while she pistoned it back and forth through them relentlessly.
I wasn't certain whether it was one long, continuous orgasm or rapid-fire multiple orgasms. Half a dozen times or more I seemed to feel her pulsating muscles pause momentarily as they milked away at my cock, then start up all over again more furiously than before. Later she claimed she never in her entire life before ever had come so many times consecutively and continuously. I was surprised she remembered anything about it, the way she carried on at the time, screaming like she was blowing her mind as she kept on and on and on hammering my stiff cock into her ravenous cunt.
All I knew to do was hang onto her luscious big tits and suck and lick away at them like my life depended on it. For her part, she kept up her furious fucking as if her life depended upon how fast and hard she could hammer my cock in and out of her cunt. And I was so busy watching her, rather than giving attention to my own seething pressures of sensation, that they cooled enough to remain controllable.
When her trip finally ended and she discovered that my cock still was as stiff and ready for action as ever, Mrs. Taft really seemed impressed. And she made the very most of my cock's hardness. It took me almost that whole first day of almost steady fucking to get her to the place where she could stand having my cock out of her for more than fifteen or twenty minutes.
Long before that day ended, she'd become my Lucy and I knew I had a steady job for the summer, but not as a farmhand. She had tenant farmers to do the farming. My job was to keep her cunt satisfied. By example, too, she hoped I might help her teach her horse-cocked grandson, Rob, her only living relative and only heir, that he needed a hell of a lot more than just his massive cock to make sex great for a woman. What really surprised me about my new setup was learning that instead of perhaps being in her early forties, at the most, Lucy Taft was over sixty. Her theory about an active sex life keeping a woman young seemed to be working great for her. She acted like my cock was the original staff of life and my come juices the fountain of youth. I soon knew I had a steady job. Really steady.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lucy's cunt muscles weren't milking away at my stiffness any longer; she'd stopped coming. But she kept stroking my cock in and out through the rippling, encircling muscles of her tunnel of love. She moved so slowly the thought hit me she was trying to tantalize me. Then I got a glimpse of her face. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, her eyes were clenched shut, her face was twisted in a grimace that looked like she was in awful pain. As she slowly but steadily stroked my rigid cock in and out of her luscious cunt, I suddenly realized she was rapidly building to another terrific explosion. Little moans were beginning to come from her as she stroked my stiff cock in and out of her sweet cunt several more times and I kept gobbling her tits as I watched her with growing amazement; damned if I wasn't even better than I thought!
Now Lucy was easing my cock in and out like it filled her cunt so full she felt a need to be cautious. The low moan coming out of her had become almost continuous, raising and dropping but never breaking off entirely.
She paused, her sweet ass completely still over me momentarily, and tensed a muscle somewhere that made something that felt like a hot little hand hidden in the depths of her cunt give the tingling head of my cock an affectionate tweak. I gasped with the pleasure of the sensations that gave me and a low, soft chuckle came from Lucy over me. I tried tensing muscles in my lower belly and felt the head of my cock give a sudden jerk as it lay buried deep inside her; Lucy gave out with a gasp of pleasure.
Lucy and I exchanged several of those caressing little inner throbs and squeezes. I kept right on sucking and licking away like crazy at Lucy's delicious tits. She began acting like she couldn't stand holding still any longer. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock, grinding her belly against mine, all the while moaning and gasping in obvious pleasure.
I could feel a charge of growing tension tingling within her cunt. My probing cock could detect the beginning of a change in the texture of the tissues lining her cunt.
Lucy's ass began moving over me again, up and down, stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt. My cock could feel fresh flows of that deliciously hot sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt in direct proportion, I have found, to the pleasure that cunt's owner is experiencing. Some older women's cunts often get dry and insensitive, but there was nothing dry or unsensitive about Lucy's sweet cunt.
Abruptly, Lucy switched from those slow, gentle movements to a frenzied hammering, riding me wild and hard like she'd done before. She made our bare bellies come slapping together as if we were keeping rhythm to music. What music! And that moan coming from her was growing steadily louder. Then she stopped the wild, furious fucking movements, changing to long, slow strokes again mixed with a rotating movement of her hips, like when she was wriggling her cunt on my cock.
She began mixing short strokes with the long ones; strokes so short the head of my cock moved not more than an inch in that feverish cavern of mystery where it was buried deep inside her.
Something else felt new to me as Lucy was giving me some of those short, slow strokes; I felt the head of my cock rubbing against something that felt almost like a pair of lips of some kind there deep inside her. Each time the head of my cock rubbed slowly across whatever it was, Lucy's moan would rise, growing louder. The look on her face was like she was suffering pain, but I knew by now that such a look on a woman's face meant she was enjoying a feeling of pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful. But not quite. I had a hunch Lucy wasn't far away from coming another time.
Just then I heard Rob complaining, "What'n hell do you keep on fucking him for, Lucy?
You've already both come. Let me have a turn now you've hottened up finally I'll show your city friend how to really make it good for you! Lucy? You listening?"
"Rob, for goodness sake shut up and watch!! Try to learn something yourself!" Lucy snapped, which wasn't at all like her. She completely stopped moving. Lucy looked down at me, a determined glint in her eyes, and began steadily milking away at the head of my cock with that hot little grip she had deep within her belly. Instantly the pressure of sensation in my cock and lower belly skyrocketed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I panted.
Lucy grated her words through clenched teeth, telling me, "I'm not taking any more trips alone. A man who learns to hold his fire as well as you, can just about fuck a girl to death and turn her into putty in his hands. But not me; I'm old enough to know better, so we take the next trip-"
She broke off, acting startled as I suddenly caught her tits between my hands, raised my head off the grass under us and before she could jerk them away sucked Lucy's excitedly taut nipples back into my mouth. I nipped the tips lightly as I turned on the suction. As I recaptured Lucy's tits, I shoved my ass up off the grass, raising her, reversed direction and jerked my cock almost out of her, then sent it plunging back into her superheated cunt as deep and hard as I could drive it.
Lucy turned loose of a wild, trembling scream. Her lips were twisted like she was in terrible anguish as that scream tore its way out of them. Like she had no power to resist me, she shoved her tits back down against my mouth and her ass again began bobbing over me frantically. As she drove my cock in and out of her sizzling cunt, she kept milking steadily at the head of my tingling cock with that delicious inner grip she'd started giving the head of it. She had our bellies making that crazy rhythm again. She had started screaming and her screams were rising higher and getting louder.
From a distance I heard Rob's worried sounding voice demanding in alarm, "What the hell are you doing to Lucy, Vince? Damn you, whatever it is, stop it right now! Can't you hear anything? You're hurting her!"
"Shut up, you idiot! Shut up!" I heard Lucy form her scream briefly into angry words. Then she was just screaming and riding me like her life depended upon hammering a hole in the ground with my ass.
Within me there was a feeling like my senses were about to be completely swallowed up by something about to explode. I fought it, determined not to fire my wad until I was damned good and ready, determined not to let Lucy take it away from me whether I was ready or not. I forced myself to ignore the deliciously fiery charge of sensations Lucy's wildly gyrating cunt was super-charging my cock with, as she kept hammering it in and out of her sizzling cunt. I forced myself to think of some racing I'd done, anything and everything exciting I'd done that had nothing to do with sex.
I have never in my life before tried doing anything as hard. Lord, what a power of sensation Lucy's burning cunt tried to overwhelm my senses with as she rode me like demon possessed her.
I don't suppose it could have lasted more than a minute, but to me that wild ride of Lucy's as she came this time seemed to never end. It was sheer torment. Try as I might to keep my mind occupied with other adventures, my mental walls kept crumbling before the overpowering pressure of sensation, as Lucy's delicious cunt tried to supercharge my swollen cock into an explosion. My struggle against it made it stretch out and last and last excruciatingly and exquisitely. It was torment. And sheer delight. I was really getting initiated into the finer points of fucking skill!
The time came, however, when I felt my frantic struggle for control beginning to slip steadily. I was about ready to resign myself to defeat in this delectable struggle with Lucy. The frantic wriggling of her sweet ass seemed too powerful for male flesh to resist any longer. With some reluctance I relaxed, mentally and physically, giving myself over to enjoyment of the eruption. Lucy's irresistible movements over me stopped abruptly as she collapsed upon me.
I almost yelled. Talk about sweet victory! Had she bobbed her ass two or three times more, my traitorous cock would have gone berserk, shooting my wad all over Lucy's steaming inner surfaces, just as she'd been trying to make me do. But she'd failed to bob her sweet ass those two or three additional times and I'd won our little contest of wills. Suddenly I no longer felt like a teenager; I felt like a man who had proven himself a man in a contest very few are man enough to win. Man enough to hold his fire until he chooses to allow it to explode; man enough to withhold his fiery charge until he chooses to shoot it, rather than allowing it to be taken away from him at a time not of his choosing.
Lucy lay on top of me panting, her heart hammering like she'd just finished a desperate race. I suddenly realized we were both sopping wet with sweat; we would both be ready for another dip in the lake.
Lucy's breathing quieted after a while. I tensed the muscles that made the head of my cock jump. It gave a little lunge deep within her quiet cunt. Lucy moaned, her voice sounding awed, "It still feels good, even after the wild ride I've just taken. I guess I'm not old enough to know better after all, Vince. That cock of yours is strong medicine!"
I chuckled, "You liked that, did you, Lucy?"
She chided, "You have to ask, I'm sure." Then she shook her head and murmured, "I'm surprised my poor cunt didn't get burned out by all the lightning that rod of yours sent blazing through it. But even more amazing is how really great that cock of yours is still feeling. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't recharge my batteries in almost no time and have me ready to come again. Like I've said before, you really are too much!"
I made the head of my cock jump again deep inside Lucy's sweet cunt. She moaned softly, bringing a hand up to run her fingers through my hair caressingly. She whispered, "Of all the men I've fucked in all the years since I was sixteen, not one of them could compare with you, sweet Vince. How you've ever perfected such control so early in life is beyond me. Most men never learn it, regardless of how many years' experience they've had. Of course, I have a strong hunch most of them have just never cared enough to try developing it."
I felt flattered by such praise, naturally. But before I could come up with anything that seemed appropriate in response to it, Rob complained, "What'n hell are you taking on so about that dude's pygmy cock like-"
Lucy cut him off short, snapping, "Shut up about something you're totally ignorant of, you rabbit cock! This Vince fucks a girl until she's got sparks flying out her ass, but you fall over backward, finished with your wad shot, before a girl even gets warmed up. This lover man's made me come like no man ever made me come before, yet his cock is almost always still as hard and ready for action as ever when I'm finally fucked out completely. That's the kind of talent that's important to any girl choosing a lover, not the weight of his dead cock."
Lucy raised herself and stared down at me. Mingled with the fondness that had been in her eyes ever since our very first fuck, I saw the respect a woman bestows upon only her special favorites.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Within about a minute I had Lucy's face showing the strain of inner sexual pressure building again, just teasing her with my throbbing cock in the lips of her cunt. Then I caught her tits in my hands again and brought them to my mouth. I sucked both nipples in and brought an anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! Oh, Vincey, love!" gasping out of her.
Abruptly she sent her ass driving downward, plunging my cock deep into her reviving cunt. As our bellies slapped together, a trembling groan came up out of her lower gut.
Instantly Lucy pulled her ass away from me, again, but only a couple of inches or so, then sent my cock zinging back into her cunt as deep as she could make it reach. That time after our bellies slapped together again, Lucy began grinding her lower belly against mine, wriggling her cunt around my cock and creating more friction on her burning clitoris.
After a moment of that she pulled back, drawing my cock almost all the way out, then plunged it back into her cunt to its roots again. As our bellies slapped together that time, I made the head of my cock give a jump deep inside her. She groaned and pressed her luscious tits down against my mouth harder. She began riding me steadily.
I sucked and licked at Lucy's tits harder and she started stroking my cock in and out of her sizzling cunt faster and harder. A frenzy of passion seemed to grip her; a low, wavering, screaming moan started coming from her steadily, rising and falling.
The wild enthusiasm of her response shot my own exquisite sexual excitement high within me. Super-heated sensations roared through my tingling cock, approaching the point of becoming unbearable. I began worrying that I might blast off before Lucy did.
Praying I could control my skyrocketing sensations a bit longer, I hung onto Lucy's luscious big tits and sucked and licked like my very life depended on it. I knew this time there was no possible way I could hold back once Lucy did start coming. Once those inner cunt muscles started milking at the tingling head of my cock, Pd had it; we'd make this trip together. All I prayed was that I didn't pull the rabbit act and start first.
Frantically Lucy struggled over me. Her breath wheezed in and out of her in short gasps. I realized my own lungs seemed to be burning as if I'd stopped breathing.
Then an agonized cry tore itself from Lucy's lips, twisted as if she was in mortal anguish. She started riding me even harder, more wildly, more frantically. In a mindless frenzy, she now was hammering our bellies together. Suddenly every muscle throughout the entire length of Lucy's deliciously clinging, gripping, caressing, glove-like cunt began pulsing relentlessly.
Lordy, the hurricane of sensation her pulsating cunt sent shooting through my cock. It was like a bolt of lightning. It snapped all the control I had remaining.
Riptides of sensation thundered over my senses, swallowing them up. I felt myself teetering on a tightrope over a void of blackness. My cock seemed to literally explode. The pumps hidden in the roots of my cock began hammering, sending jet after jet of fiery come juice spraying over all the hidden surfaces in the depths of Lucy's cunt.
Lucy screamed more shrilly, like I was spraying liquid fire over her sensitive inner surfaces. But instead of pulling her cunt away from me, Lucy rode me all the harder, trying to plunge my flame-thrower into her ravenous cunt even deeper. The whole time she was screaming like she was being murdered.
But I was actually only dimly aware of those screams of hers. I was having to struggle to keep from being swept into senseless oblivion! The exquisite torment seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly, deliciously, agonizingly.
Then the fiery storm of passion passed. Lucy collapsed upon me, trembling, dripping wet with sweat. I struggled and mustered strength enough to put my arms around her. I held her close and we lay there, still coupled, struggling still; this time struggling for breath, however, rather than a fiery sexual release.
When Lucy's breathing finally began to quiet, she murmured, "If only I could keep you all for myself all the rest of my life! Who knows, I might live forever." She chuckled, then added, "or what's a lot more likely ... I'd fuck myself into my grave a few years early. But one thing's certain. I'd die happy!" She sighed heavily.
I suggested, "How about a swim to freshen us up for more action?"
As limp as she'd been, she amazed me the way she sprang up and headed for the lake. I jumped up and sprinted after her. Ahead of me, Lucy dived gracefully into the placid water. As she knifed smoothly through the glass-like surface and disappeared into the depths below, I went flying in a long, reaching dive that took me far out over the quiet water. I sliced into it and opened my eyes, searching for sign of Lucy. Immediately I saw her swimming unhurriedly on the surface not far ahead.
I came up under her cautiously, surprising her when I grabbed her luscious tits and sucked both nipples into my mouth. She acted like she thought a snapping turtle had them, beginning to thrash around furiously.
I let her tits slide out of my mouth and backed away. But I couldn't resist running one finger through the crack of her cunt as I went; I found it still slippery with our combined juices. And my finger in her cunt just that instant started her legs and feet churning the water over my head furiously.
I cleared out before I got kicked into the next county. A ways off from her, I surfaced. I found Lucy watching me with a bright look of delight while she laughed, sounding as carefree and full of life as a teenager eager for more fun and games. She yelled, "You're always surprising me!"
I closed in on her and gathered her into my arms, pulling the lusciousness of her naked flesh, her delightful curves, against my bare skin. I asked her lovingly, "How'd you like to have your pussy eaten?"
She stared at me in delighted amazement, then murmured, "You really mean it?"
I nodded. "Of course! Why shouldn't I mean it?"
She shrugged. "I guess I've just gotten used to Rob's kind. They never want to do anything but fuck you. And to them 'Fuck you!' is about the dirtiest kind of cuss word in their vocabulary. I guess that says a lot about them. No wonder it's impossible for one of their kind to make sex really good for a woman."
I nodded and released her from my arms, ready to head for shore. A pleased chuckle came from Lucy, then she ass-ended, diving for the bottom, tagging me as she went. That started a furious game of water tag. Lucy was teasing me, I knew, presenting a feast of delectable sights, her luscious tits and ass flashing in and out of the water as she cavorted in it like a high-spirited otter.
Lucy finally headed for shore. I followed her to a fresh bed of soft grass and flopped down, intending to rest just a moment before I began the moves that would wind up with my eating her sweet pussy. She sat down beside me and leaned over. The nipples of her lovely, ripe tits brushed my lips.
I caught her tits in my hands and sucked both nipples in. One of her hands settled upon my head. Her fingers started twining themselves in my hair lovingly. She whispered, "You've sure got a great talent for giving a woman great sensations with that mouth of yours, Vince, lover."
She mussed my wet hair affectionately, then murmured, "Why couldn't that Robbie have been like you?"
I had no answers to offer, so kept right on gobbling her titties. Both nipples felt like hard little nuts, rigid with excitement. That told me how much she was enjoying it.
So I was really surprised when she suddenly pulled her tits away from me. Before I could ask what was wrong, Lucy told me, "The best way I know for a woman to teach a new love exactly how she likes her cunt licked and her pussy eaten, is for her to demonstrate."
"Demonstrate?" I said wonderingly. She nodded, murmuring, "Just lay back and enjoy. But make a few mental notes, too, as I go along. Huh?"
Without waiting for agreement from me, Lucy leaned over me again. This time instead of bringing her luscious tits to my mouth, she brought her mouth to one of my pygmy nipples. I was amazed at the amounts of sensation her hot mouth was able to create in me there.
She jumped from there abruptly, bringing her lips to mine. I'd been Frenched before, but never more passionately or more thoroughly than she did it. In no time she had my blood boiling so hard from that kiss that I felt as if I couldn't breathe, yet didn't give a damn. It was as if her tongue had become transformed into male cock and my mouth into a cunt.
One of her hands closed caressingly upon my cock, then gently started caressing my balls as well. I really got breathless. What a charge of sensation!
By that time I was certain I'd never again be able to breathe normally. I realized abruptly that Lucy seemed to be having her problems getting enough breath too. If I claimed that didn't please me, I'd be lying. It shot my excitement even higher, too.
Suddenly she broke the passionate soul kiss and started kissing my ears, then the side of my neck. Her feverish lips moved to my throat, then downward to my chest. Again her hot lips sucked in one of my nipples, stirring unfamiliar sensations that seemed fantastic.
When she'd done that to both my nipples, a fine trembling was beginning to vibrate through my whole gut. Her knowing mouth started kissing and licking toward my navel. I was pleased that my own technique for oral sex followed very much the same pattern of building sexual suspense she was demonstrating to me.
Below my navel, she kissed and licked a zigzag course over my lower belly. As that hot mouth of hers drew closer and still closer to the tingling head of my stiff cock, all the muscles inside my lower belly began knotting with anticipation. Talk about excruciating sensation!
Then Lucy's cheek brushed against the upper fringe of my curly muff of pubic hair. She paused briefly and moved around between my legs, just as I would have done had I been making oral love to her. But I didn't interrupt, didn't try to take away anything from her, which is exactly all I'd have accomplished if I'd told her she was showing me nothing new.
No, I knew she still might surprise me with some new wrinkle if I'd just keep my mouth shut and be patient. The careful, knowing technique she was using practically guaranteed me the kind of trip I'd have absolutely no complaints about. So I kept as quiet as you can when you're gasping and moaning with the pleasures of sexual sensation and let the storm she was building in my cock and belly grow wilder.
