Before his conscious mind had a chance to start nagging him about what a fool thing it was to do, Bob Hudson shucked off the last of his clothing and dove into the water. He heard a shriek of alarm from the bikini clad blonde beauty who until a moment before had thought she was enjoying the secluded natural pool alone, then the warm water was closing over him, cutting the sound off.
That water from the big hot spring above the pool felt delicious. It seemed almost as if his entire body had become a rigid penis and was diving into the warm welcome of a luscious vagina, like Bob felt certain that blonde Gloria Farnsworth's must be. Almost as delicious as Gloria's cunt, but not quite.
Then through the crystal clear spring water he saw Gloria's long, tapered legs not far ahead. Saw the skimpy patch of bright red cloth which just barely covered her luscious pussy, far less all her golden pubic hair. He went for it like a missile homing on its target.
Bob's head shot between her gorgeous, long legs. His feet touched the pool's sandy bottom. He straightened, shooting Gloria up out of the water astride his neck and shoulders. As his head came out of the water, her startled shriek blasted his eardrums as if she had kept it going continuously.
Laughing, Bob ducked sideways and forward, spilling her. Her shriek raised higher still, then was chopped off as she hit the water and it closed over her.
An instant later she surfaced, less than an arm's length away. Her ripe, full breasts thrust out invitingly toward him upon the surface of the pool, threatening to spill free of her skimpy bikini halter at any instant. Two prominent buttons stood out boldly in the flimsy material where her nipples were trying to thrust their way through it, rigid with sexual excitement.
Sight of those luscious breasts and rigid nipples sent tremors of wild excitement through Bob's taut belly muscles. Without a thought about what he was doing, one of Bob's .hands cupped and reached for them.
A startled expression flashed over Gloria's lovely face and froze as Bob's hand closed gently around one of her proud, full boobs. Yet she didn't move, although she protested, "Why, Mister Hudson! ... You shouldn't even be in here with me. At least not naked, like you are....Should you?"
"Sweetheart," Bob soothed, his voice little more than a whisper ... a rather breathless whisper ... yet sounding louder in the utter quiet of the surrounding forest, "you're my guest here at the I-C-Lazy-U Ranch."
"I know," Gloria nodded, sounding equally breathless.
"You're paying me ... or your husband is," Bob continued quietly, struggling against letting himself sound too breathless, "to help you relax completely. To really enjoy yourself."
"But-," the beautiful young Mrs. Farnsworth began, then seemed for a moment to forget what she'd been about to say, her wide-eyed gaze moving hesitantly downward. Below Bob's broad, well-muscled chest, her unsure eyes seemed to hesitate briefly where water level drew a transparent curtain across Bob's flat belly. Then her searching look moved on downward. And although Bob had succeeded to some extent in covering the breathlessness-of his voice, there simply was no way to disguise the breathless excitement of his rigid penis, standing out smartly at attention before him. Her wide eyes widened even more as they fixed upon it and held there a fascinated moment. Then she glanced up straight into Bob's eyes suddenly, resuming her protest, "but like this, Mister Hudson?"
"This is the only way many human tensions ever can be released," Bob assured her, fighting to keep his voice from trembling with excitement. "Haven't you ever heard of the super psychiatrist at Big Sur in California who has his students or patients get into a pool together for group therapy? He says shared nakedness is essential to finding growth beyond our individual hangups."
"Oh, yes," Gloria nodded, the fixed, startled look in her beautiful eyes abruptly changing into an expression of eager agreement. "I've heard of that technique of group therapy ... Do you know about that?"
Bob grinned, then nodded as he murmured, "This may be the backwoods of Montana, but even here we enjoy regular mail service. And the mail brings the latest books and magazines."
Gloria gave him a tentative little smile and still made no move to draw her luscious breasts away from the hand Bob was keeping cupped around it. She glanced down at the water demurely as she suggested, "But at those Big Sur sessions, aren't the husband and wife always together in the same group so whatever either of them does with anyone else is done-openly?" She glanced up, then added, "Like with their marriage partner's full knowledge and consent?"
Bob nodded. "I believe that's right. But those are people who are really married. People who have lived together long enough and with enough success to make at least some of the necessary, basic adjustments characteristic of marriage ... Have you done that? Do you feel married?"
Gloria stared at him with a sudden look of distress, then whispered, "How did you know?"
"You don't have the relaxed, happy look a girl on her honeymoon should have," Bob told her gently. "That's why I felt you needed help. When your young groom left you alone and went off with my wife and the others on that trail ride this morning, I realized it was my duty as your host to help you-if you'd trust me enough to let me."
Somewhere inside Bob's head a skeptical small voice demanded, How far do you think you'd get selling that story to the membership committee or the disciplinary board of your American Guest Ranchers' Association? They'd kick you out so fast and hard you'd bounce if you tried handing them anything that flimsy as an excuse for hanky-pankying with a guest! But he instantly clapped a muzzle on that inner voice. What AGRA didn't know wouldn't hurt it and what members wouldn't buy was unimportant right now. All that mattered was whether this luscious Gloria could be seduced into buying it.
Toward that end, Bob suddenly suggested, "Why don't you slip out of all those clothes you're wearing? You'll feel less inhibited, more natural and free and ready to release your hangups and communicate if you're in a natural state. Ready to receive the caresses your whole nervous and emotional system needs, without artificial restrictions and limitations which clothing creates."
"Do you really think so, Mister Hudson?" she murmured.
"Trust me," Bob urged softly.
"Oh, I do!" she exclaimed. "More every minute!"
Suiting action to words, she raised her hands behind her back, released the skimpy bikini halter's ties, pulled it away and sent it floating. Looking happily free and joyful, her ripely full breasts thrust out proudly naked upon the surface of the pool before her.
Appreciatively, Bob's eyes widened and he gulped, trying to relieve a sudden tense constriction that gripped his throat. As he fought that, she caught her thumbs in the top of her bikini panties and shucked them free of their precarious grip upon her lower hips. There was a flash of luscious white bottom and of long, tapered legs. Then the remainder of the bikini went flying to land upon the water near the halter. The bits of cloth created two spots of bright color as they floated slowly away upon the crystal clear water.
Trying not to sound breathless, Bob suggested, "Doesn't that feel better?"
She gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise, then nodded as she murmured, "It really does. Maybe that Big Sur technique really does work."
"Of course it works," Bob assured her. "Believe it. Try it." He raised both his hands and cupped both her breasts. Instantly the startled look was back in her eyes. But Bob soothed, "You like that, don't you? You feel a need to be touched. Caressed. And to touch and caress. That's all a vital part of the technique."
Then he moved his hands to her armpits and drew his fingertips forward from there, stroking the swelling sides of her delicious breasts from their roots to their very tips, those excitedly rigid nipples. The startled expression began to fade from her eyes again. He said, "You may be feeling surprised at yourself, but you're discovering that you feel like you'd like to touch me, too. Like to caress me. To reciprocate by touch the pleasure I'm giving you so it will become mutual pleasure. Isn't that true?"
In answer, her hand suddenly closed upon the rigidness of Bob's eager penis. She blushed and looked away briefly, but did not release her grip upon him. She began stroking his hardness caressingly, then still blushing raised her eyes with visible effort and looked back into his face as she murmured, "I guess I have more hangups than I realized."
"Most of us do," Bob encouraged.
"I do enjoy touching your-," she broke off, glancing away, then looked back, finishing, "touching you. And having you touch me. But because I do enjoy it ... it embarrasses me."
"Let yourself go," Bob told her. "Give yourself over to sensation. Let our bodies commune and communicate. You'll forget everything else."
And if to illustrate, he ended that forward stroke along her ripe breasts by suddenly catching both nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers. He gave them a gentle pull, bringing a small gasp of pleasure from Gloria.
Her hand began stroking and caressing his rigid penis a little faster. He drew his caressing fingertips forward along her luscious breasts again and again caught the excited nipples for a gently squeezing pull. Another pleasure-filled gasp came from her.
As he suddenly released the nipples, letting them snap back, and moved his hands back to her armpits to begin another long, caressing stroke, she surprised him. She stopped stroking his penis abruptly, gripped it firmly and brought the head of it into the juicy warm caress of her vulva's slippery lips. Bob gasped with pleasure this time.
Gloria smiled, beginning to relax, beginning obviously to take his advice and give herself over to sensation. She began moving the head of his penis up and down in that warm nest of hers, obviously caressing her clitoris with it.
Suddenly she murmured, "God, but you feel good to me!"
"I'm glad," Bob admitted with a gentle smile, riding the heady waves of his own mounting sea of sensation. His belly was a-tremble with his growing hunger to drive that rigid spike of his to its roots in her juicy, warm lusciousness. But long experience had taught him how greatly those delights can be intensified by denying them temporarily, by holding off that matchless moment of coupling until the natural urge grows into an overpowering compulsion. And so he was willing to wait awhile longer and let his treasure of sensation continue to grow.
Suddenly she surprised him by saying, "I guess I've had kind of a fear of a man's penis for a long time without ever realizing it before."
"What?" he asked involuntarily.
"In high school and college I had a thing about not wanting to let any boy get his penis into me," she explained breathlessly. "About wanting to save that part of myself just for the man I married. I fought guys off more than once when they didn't want to settle just for oral sex. A few times I was scared to death before they finally gave up, finally agreed to settle for a head job. But now I am married and I've reacted the same to him: been scared to death and just gone ape, every time my Ransom's tried to make love to me. He's a pro football player, as you know, and instead of looking like a lover coming to me, he's looked like he must look to an enemy lineman he's trying to throw a block into. I've crawled under the bed, thrown furniture, locked myself in the bathroom-anything, just to get away."
"I'm beginning to understand why he went off on the trail ride this morning without you," Bob admitted. "That would be hard on any man's ego."
"What about me?" Gloria demanded indignantly. "I've been worried sick that maybe I was frigid, or something." She softened. "But the way I'm responding to you, here, I know now that's impossible. And you probably have no idea what a relief it is."
"I'm here to help," Bob murmured piously.
"Oh, you have!" Gloria exclaimed with a gusty sigh. "You probably have no idea! Right now I'm just aching to-." She broke off, glancing away demurely, again blushing. Then her head straightened and she looked back at him with sudden resolution, declaring frankly, "I'm just aching to have you deep inside me. And I think now the reason Ransom's never made me feel this way is because I'm completely inexperienced with that kind of sex. And my big sweetie's been too eager. I needed for him to be gentle and patient with me, like you've been doing. That would have excited me, instead of scaring me."
Bob smiled wryly and said, "It's unfortunate, but a great majority of men apparently believe there are only two requirements in order to be a great lover ... having a penis large enough to belong to a stud horse ... and using it with the same ruthless lack of sensitivity of a bull breeding a cow."
"If they only knew!" Gloria exclaimed, her voice coming in sharp gasps. She began making little thrusting movements with her hips against his hardness as she stroked her clitoris faster with it. Abruptly she added, "God, I'm so hot I feel like I might just-vaporize. I guess I really ought to stop this, now that I realize what my problem's been. Ought to bring my sweetie out here later and try this technique you've shown me with him."
Alarm jangled through Bob Hudson's six-foot, two-inch frame, jangled through every cell making up the one-hundred, eighty-five pounds of him: this blonde goodie was about to get away. But he was wise enough not to panic and grab at her or anything as foolish as that.
Instead he said smoothly, "You've built up a terrific charge of sexual tension. Do you think some oral loving might help relieve it?"
Her face became radiant with an expression of excited hopefulness. She exclaimed, "Would it ever! Do you know about-I mean, how to-I mean, oral sex? I mean, I just supposed your living way out here in the country, maybe you'd never even-."
Bob interrupted, chuckling, "I'm strictly a drugstore cowboy."
"Oh?" she exclaimed.
He nodded. "Grew up in California. Worked years as an account executive for one of the major ad agencies on Madison Avenue. (So I have plenty of sucking experience.) Spent a vacation on a dude ranch up here. Heard the call of the wild; wanted to get away from the tensions and grind of the rat race permanently. So five years ago we bought this place and started learning to help other people get rid of their tensions and hangups. Temporarily, at least."
"You have wonderful hands for it," Gloria murmured, sounding like she thought this was a treatment Bob gave every female guest staying at the ranch.
But he didn't bother informing her of her eminence as the first ever to receive such therapy. Instead he casually gestured shoreward, toward an inviting bed of thick, green grass near the edge of the wall of underbrush which created a natural screen around the secluded pool, suggesting, "You may have learned things about oral sex during your college experiences that I don't know. If you find that's the case, I'll take it as a real favor if you'd-you know-wise me up."
"Oh, my pleasure, if you don't mind!" she exclaimed.
Bob wasted no more time. Quickly he swept her up in his arms and started wading ashore as a rippling laugh of pleased excitement came from her. As she went, he found the nipple of one of her beautiful breasts thrusting up directly before his mouth. He opened his lips and sucked it into them greedily. A gasp of sharp pleasure came gusting out of Gloria and her arms tightened with sudden fierceness around his neck and head, pulling his mouth against the breast hard. As he waded on, sucking and licking hungrily, she bent her head to nibble at his ear, then murmured raggedly, "You have such a wonderful mouth, too! I have my doubts if there's going to be anything I can teach you, lover."
A moment later Bob laid her down upon the carpet of grass near the screening underbrush. He bent over her without releasing her nipple from his lips and began teasing the other one between thumb and fingers of his hand; her rising moan clearly showed he had heightened the sensation his mouth had been given her.
Then he switched nipples for several minutes; moan after moan came from her as he sucked and licked with his mouth and pulled and caressed with his fingers. But there were other worlds to explore. He released the delicious nipple after a time and began kissing his way downward across her upper belly.
At the navel he paused, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. Then he kissed his way on downward, following a zig-zag course over her taut lower belly. By the time he reached the upper fringe of her soft, golden pubic hair, her breath was running in and out of her in noisy, ragged gasps.
Bob moved around between her legs then, and she opened her soft, white thighs to him without hesitation. As she pulled her feet toward her buttocks, raising her knees, the temptation flashed through his mind to mount her then and there and have it done with. But he pushed the temptation back; he had every intention of mounting her, of driving the hardness of his penis to its roots in her belly's hot deliciousness, but not until she reached a pitch of passion that would make her beg him to do it. It was always better that way. The quality of sensation it gave him was always better, the prospects for repeated return engagements as frequent as he desired were better, and all other possible consequences were better. Long ago he had discovered that patience was the key word to success in his every contact with a woman, and especially in all things sexual.
So he bent his head and kissed one upraised knee. From there he kissed his way leisurely downward along her tender inner thigh. As he worked his way nearer the dewy nest of golden down where her soft thighs merged into her lower body, he began alternating his kisses with long, caressing strokes of his tongue, licking hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, velvet of her inner thigh.
Finally he lowered his mouth upon the feverish lips of her steaming vulva. She moaned as if in anguish. A wave of electric excitement was triggered in him, involuntary muscle spasms made his rigid penis jerk and throb almost as if he was on the brink of orgasm.
As that threatening surge of sensation subsided within him, he dipped his tongue into the mouth of her vagina. Instantly her whole lower belly tensed and swelled, her muscles there knotted as hard as rock; an even sharper cry than before tore itself from somewhere deep inside her. He thrust his tongue into her as far as he could make it reach beyond his lips. That brought another cry of anguished pleasure from her. Her hands grabbed him by the hair of his head, as if determined to hold him where he was, threatening to smother him against her hungry pussy.
He gasped for breath as best he could and kept on licking and sucking at her vagina while he searched with the tip of his nose for her clitoris. Abruptly a great sighing gasp gushed out of her, her hands released their demanding grip upon his hair, and he knew he had nosed out that ultimate target.
Before she could grab his hair again, he shifted his mouth upward; his lips and tongue found her tiny, rigid clitoris. A cry more anguished than any she previously had uttered came out of her as he began gently sucking and licking that tiny shaft. In response to her passionate reactions, he felt his own lower belly and loins burning with trembling anticipation. Now her hands flew upward to grab her own golden hair, her fingers twisting and writhing in it.
Then her feverish thighs began to close upon his head as she brought her feet suddenly off the ground, obviously intending to cross them above his back and lock her legs tightly together with him her captive. But Bob had been watching for the signs and jerked his head clear, pulling back and away before her intended hold could capture him. Sounding almost terrified, she protested, "Oh, God! Don't stop!"
But Bob stretched himself upon the grass beside her, his own passion riding him so hard his breath came and went with panting sounds as if he had been running. Then she was moving. She appeared almost frantic as she mounted him, her luscious breasts dangling in his face. He caught them between his palms, pressed them together, and sucked both nipples into his feverish mouth, bringing a groan out of her.
Then her hand closed impatiently upon his hardness and began guiding it toward her inexperienced vulva as her hips settled toward him. He felt those hungry lower lips of hers find, then grip the head of his penis. Then she thrust on downward, driving him into the warm depths of her. As he always did, Bob felt a rush of amazement at the indescribable goodness of the feeling of that first deep thrust into a woman.
He began an almost frantic series of licking strokes between the rigid nipples as he sucked them. Another shuddering groan broke from Gloria's taut lips. Then her hips began a series of short pumping strokes, moving slowly, tentatively, cautiously exploring this unfamiliar coupling.
She soon found there was no unexpected pain waiting to mar her pleasure, no need for her excessive caution. Glands the entire length of her excited vaginal sheath were pouring out a continuing flood of lubricating fluids, creating a slippery coat over his entire penis as well as throughout her vulva and vagina, thus eliminating all but the delicious friction they both so frevently desired.
Suddenly she thrust down hard against him, abruptly driving his hardness back deep within her. Another long, moaning Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! came tautly out of her. Then she didn't move for a moment, her lower body remaining locked tightly against his, her breath going and coming in ragged gasps.
Finally she began moving her hips again, beginning a series of long outward strokes and hard inward thrusts. All the time a low, almost continuous groan was coming out of her, rising, then falling, then rising again.
Under her, Bob Hudson was almost frantically licking and sucking at her luscious breasts and answering her hard downward thrusts with abrupt upward thrusts of his hips off the ground, waves of sensation building within him, higher and then yet higher.
Her thrusts became harder, either with growing confidence or with mounting passion. Bob Hudson knew not which, nor did he care. He was being swept along in a mounting flood of delightful sensation which was mounting steadily toward an intensity that bordered on actual pain.
He realized the tempo of her thrusts was steadily becoming faster and yet faster; felt certain the heat of her growing lust was flaming higher and still higher. Then he heard her gasping, as if her lungs were filled with fire and had no room for the breath she needed as she groaned, "Oh, God-! So long-! I've waited so long to feel this-! I never dreamed this could feel so much better-than any other way!"
Bob began pulling her nipples, stretching them as he sucked and licked. Her moaning rose to a continuing, wavering cry. Her thrusts against him began to come so hard and fast their bare bellies made an audible slap each time they came together, each time she drove his penis into her hungry depths.
Bob felt the delicious, almost painful tension climbing toward the danger point within him. He struggled, trying to turn his thoughts away from the sensation and thus check its imminent rise, trying to control it until she blasted off for the outer space of orgasm.
Then he felt an electric-like flash go through her grasping vaginal sheath so frantically clutching his penis. It was like a brilliant flash of lightning signaling the coming crash of thunder. The thunder caught up every muscle throughout her entire lower belly and pelvic area; Bob felt them all begin to strain and struggle, milking desperately away at his penis thrust deep within them with sharp, demanding pulsations. He heard a long, rising, anguished sounding wail wrung from Gloria by the throes of her orgasm.
Then all that was pushed into the dim distance as Bob's own orgasmic storm broke. His penis throbbed and geysered, deep within the warmth of its delicious haven. His ears were filled with groans and gasps that tore themselves from his own throat as delicious torrents of sensation threatened to sweep him over the brink into the gulf of excruciating pain.
When the long storm of ecstasy finally passed, Gloria collapsed upon Bob and they lay there gasping. After their breathing began to quiet, Bob whispered, "Think that was as good as oral sex?"
Gloria groaned, then protested, "Don't remind me. When I think about all I've missed, I could kill myself! I believed that propaganda about oral sex being best."
"Just proves you can't believe all they teach you at a university," Bob told her with a little chuckle. Then he tensed his belly muscles abruptly, causing his penis to jerk deep within her. A startled gasp came from her.
She murmured, "I can't believe it!"
"Believe what?"
Wonderingly she whispered, "It still feels good. After all that, it still feels like I could enjoy-more."
"You'd better," he told her. "You've got a new husband to housebreak and a whole lifetime ahead of you."
She was silent for a moment, then she murmured, "Do you really think I can ever teach Ransom to make it that good for me? Maybe he and I just aren't right for each other, after all?"
"That all depends on how good a teacher you are," Bob told her. "No man in the history of the human race ever became a good lover unless some wise woman taught him. And that's not easy, even for a woman who's wise enough. Because most men are such stupes, the only way a woman can teach them anything is by being so subtle they never realize she's teaching them. Male ego is a lot like a badly spoiled child, in a majority of cases. Think you're up to it?"
After a thoughtful silence, Gloria said, "I guess I'll have to try. But I know I'll need more sessions with you, doctor. You ought to have a place at Big Sur. You're the most!"
CHAPTER TWO
Bob Hudson let his eyes roam over the luscious hills and valleys of Gloria's beautiful, full-breasted body, then murmured, "You are the one who's really the most."
She gave him a pleased little smile and wrinkled her nose at him, then teased, "I'll bet you tell all your lady guests that."
Bob chuckled, then bowed his head over her nearest breast to kiss the nipple. Instantly it responded to the touch of his lips, the areole beginning to pucker as the nipple in its center began rapidly growing hard.
"Fantastic," she murmured. "I feel like I could get that hot all over again within-seconds."
Bob sucked the now rigid nipple into his mouth. A sharp gasp came out of her. One of her hands reached quickly for his head, the fingers clutching at his hair. "Don't you really think we ought to stop?" she gasped. "I really didn't mean to actually fuck you even the first time; I just got carried away. But I couldn't even make myself believe it was only an unavoidable accident if I fucked you twice. But, oh God, how I already want to! You'd better stop!"
Instead, Bob found her other nipple with his hand. He gently rolled that nipple between thumb and forefinger, then gave it a little pull. Her fingers tightened convulsively in his hair; she gasped and thrust upward against him with her lower belly, her back arching slightly off the ground.
Her response sent a wave of pleased satisfaction flashing through Bob Hudson; almost miraculously his limp cock suddenly began reviving, beginning to swell and lengthen again with renewed interest. He sucked and tongued the nipple in his mouth a little harder, at the same time putting a bit more pressure on the nipple he was rolling and pulling between thumb and forefinger.
A breathless whimper came from her, pleading, "Do you believe it's all right for me to keep on? What do you believe?"
Bob raised his mouth from the tit he'd been sucking but gave the excited nipple no respite, catching it instantly in the fingers of his other hand. As he continued his teasing of both rigid nipples, he told her, "I believe the truth of what Lady Chatterley's lover told her when she asked what he believed in. Remember?"
A panting gasp came out of her. "No! Tell me."
"Said he," Bob whispered, his own breath strangely short and growing shorter as his excitement again mounted, " 'I believe in being warm-hearted. I especially believe ... in being warm-hearted in love ... in fucking with a warm heart'."
She broke in, gasping, "I've failed so miserably on that score with poor Ransom. You just can't feel scared and warm-hearted at the same time."
As if she had not interrupted, Bob continued quoting, " ' I believe if all men would fuck only with warm hearts, and all women would give themselves warm-heartedly to be fucked and to enthusiastically fuck in return, everything would come all right'."
She again broke in, exclaiming breathlessly, "But I'm amazed to discover I can feel somewhat guilty, yet very warm-hearted toward you at the very same time."
And as if he had never interrupted, Bob concluded his free-style Quotation, " 'It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is indecent and immoral, that is death and idiocy'!"
"That's like poetry!" she exclaimed, then repeated her translation of what he'd just said, painting, "It's cold-hearted fucking that is indecent and immoral-that is death and idiocy."
Bob bowed his head again, bringing his mouth back to her tit, and sucked the taut nipple in as he released it from his fingers. She gasped softly, was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why has just the thought of fucking poor, dear Ransom turned me so cold-hearted? So cold with almost terror? Yet here I'm find myself so deliciously warm-hearted about fucking you and being fucked by you? With you I'm beginning to feel like I might even find myself turning into a nymphomaniac!"
Bob again replaced fingers for lips and tongue on her tit, murmuring, "You're only turning into what nature intended you to be, a healthy-minded, normal young woman filled with robust life's hot, sweet juices; something entirely different from being a nymphomaniac."
"I do hope so!" she gasped. "Because I don't seem able to stop myself. I'm feeling like I'd surely die if I couldn't fuck you again. And maybe even again after that. Maybe even again and again."
"Thank God," Bob advised her. "You're being helped to erase your old negative conditioning about fucking. Now you're being enabled to create a new, healthy conditioning about fucking and being fucked. After you've fucked me often enough so that new conditioning has a chance to become firmly established, you'll be able to fuck your husband just as warm-heartedly, or probably a whole lot more so, than you've found you're able to fuck me."
"Oh, dear God, I do hope so!" she panted, then was silent for a moment as she again arched her back to rub her drooling pussy up against the solid hardness of his now completely revived cock. Then sounding even more breathless, she exclaimed, "If this is curing the sickness in me that's blighting my marriage-and now that you've explained it to me, I just feel certain it is curing that-it really would be wicked of me to stop before I'm completely cured! Wouldn't it?"
"Of course it would be," Bob soothed. "A lack of joy in fucking is a lack of joy in life, a lack of thankfulness for life, a lack of life. And a lack of life is death. And the ultimate wickedness has always been for a creature of free choice to choose death when offered a choice between life and death. That is real immorality."
"You're so reassuring!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh, thank God Ransom and I came here, of all the places we might've gone on our honeymoon, where I'd found you and have the privilege of being straightened out."
One of her hands suddenly was on Bob's lower belly, then moving uncertainly on downward, making his belly muscles knot deliriously with soaring excitement. Then her fingers were closing timidly around the hardness of his rigid cock. She whispered, "You feel so good to me. I can hardly wait to have your goodness buried deep, deep within me again. I'd just never dreamed anything could possibly feel quite that delicious to me."
Suddenly, without waiting for any word of invitation from him, she came off the ground. Demandingly she pushed Bob down upon his back and quickly straddled him on her hands and knees. Again one of her hands closed around the hard rod of his cock, this time all timidity or uncertainty gone. Hurriedly she guided the swollen head of that hardness to the drooling lips of her feverish cunt. She stroked it almost impatiently back and forth through that slippery slit, then used his, by then slippery, knob to caress her clitoris. Anguished little moans of exquisite pleasure came from her taut lips as she did it.
Another sudden shift sent the head of his cock to the steaming portal to her tunnel of love. Bob's lower belly tingled with sensation; he felt the hot goodness of her juicy lower lips close caressingly around the head of his cock. She did have a delicious ass! Of course, what woman doesn't when she is using it warmheartedly?
She let her hips sink downward, driving Bob's throbbing cock into the sweet, feverish goodness of her luscious vaginal sheath. The flooding sensation sent a shudder of ecstasy through him. With it the thought flashed through, Why the hell didn't I start offering my female guests this service a long time ago? What a treasure of 24-carat nookie I've probably been missing out on!
Then their lower bellies kissed as she shoved his cock into her ravenous pussy to its very roots. With it buried there in her belly, she began a series of mini-movements, making only the very head of it move deep within her.
Voluptuous sighs came trembling out of her, trailing off into a little moan. She ground her rich muff of pubic hair into Bob's as if trying to make the flesh from which it sprang merge into his and become one. Her response was so total it created a fantastic excitement within Bob's whole body; his cock felt to him like it was swelling bigger and stretching longer, inside her electrically alive hot-box, than he could remember it inside other women.
Bob grabbed both her luscious, ripe tits in his hands and brought them to his mouth. As he looked up at those lovely twins of richly sensuous flesh, they looked mouth-wateringly delicious. He sucked the rigid nipples in greedily. A delicious quiver went through the entire length of her vaginal sheath as it gripped his tingling penis. A little cry of pleasure burst out of her. She ground her lower belly harder against his, gasping wordlessly.
Abruptly she switched the pattern of her movements, drawing her cunt back until the flaring rim of the head of his cock had started forcing the tight outer lip of her cunt to open wider to let it out; then she drove it back into her depths with a lunge. Their bellies slapped together. Instantly she backed away, pulling it nearly all the way out again. Just before she lost her grip on its hardness, she sent it plunging back in again, making their bellies slap together once more.
One long stroke followed another, the tempo rather deliberate at first, the slaps of their bellies coming together resembling the sound of slow-clapping hands. A low, taut cry began rolling up out of her constricted throat almost continuously, growing louder as she kept his hard cock plunging in and out of her. The applause of their clapping bellies became faster and louder as she began fucking him harder and faster. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her face drawn with strain, the lips of her open mouth taut, her head rolled back on her shoulders as she hammered her cunt at him. She seemed to be in the grip of a frenzy, seemed to be determined to make that feverish cunt of hers devour that hard cock of his which she was driving back and forth so relentlessly through her sensation-electrified vaginal tunnel.
For his part, Bob was gulping and licking and sucking at her tits like they were sugar goodies and he was starving. They were covered with his foaming spittle and it was running down his own chin, just as his cock was covered with the foaming juices of her fiery cunt. Those same foaming juices were running downward to bathe his balls and funnel downward into the crack of his ass.
A strangled gasp came out of her abruptly. "I'm coming! Dear God, I'm-." She broke off into an unintelligible, wildly rising, Ah-h-h-h!" Bob felt all the muscles of her lower belly shudder as she broke off, like an electric jolt had shot through them. Then they were pulsating frantically. An anguished yell rose out of her.
Bob thrust his own pelvis up hard, burying his cock in her pulsating cunt to its very roots. With their pelvises virtually vulcanized together as one, he locked his arms around her and rolled them right over, bringing himself up over her, firmly in the saddle. He raised himself, at the same time shifting his hands, locking them under her buttocks so that as he raised himself, her ass was raised with him.
When he stopped the move, Bob was upright on his knees and her ass was, therefore, more than a foot off the ground. His cock was still buried to his balls in her frantically pulsating cunt as she continued coming. Only her head, neck, and shoulders remained on the grass.
He left her hanging there by her cunt around his rigid cock, removing his supporting hands to grip her thighs, spreading them until she looked like an acrobatic dancer doing a split in a semi-headstand. That opened her cunt wide before him. Droplets of frothy white pussy juice hung glistening from saturated pubic hair. Bob gripped her hips and shoved his cock into her a fraction further than it had been before, driving a little grunt out of her.
He then drew the instrument out of her slowly until only its very head remained half in, half out of hor slippery lower lips. He paused there with it not in yet not out. By tensing inner muscles he made it begin jerking rather rhythmically.
She began wriggling and writhing, then gasped, "For God's sake, are you trying to kill me? Put it back! Please, put it back, before I die. Shove it in me, darling! Please, shove it in me!"
Bob shoved it back into her an inch or two, then slowly pulled his cock back again until once more it was nearly out of her. Then he slowly shoved an inch back into her, then pulled slowly out again. It created added tension against the sensitive head of his cock which gave him indescribably wonderful sensations. Meanwhile, Gloria acted like she was going out of her mind, wriggling and writhing and thrashing around as she gasped and moaned almost convulsively.
Suddenly she gasped, "It's happening again!"
A strangled scream came out of her, then the muscles of her taut cunt again began milking frantically at his cock as another and even wilder orgasm swept her.
Bob shoved his cock back into her to its roots, gripped her firmly by the hips to hold them locked together, and flopped over on one side with her. He straightened his legs, then rolled up to a sitting position on the grass with her astraddle his lap, his legs sticking out behind her back. That position brought her beautiful tits back where he could get at them easily.
But for the moment, Bob brought his hands up to her tits, instead of to his mouth. He squeezed and pulled both nipples with his fingers. The pulsating muscles of Gloria's cunt began contracting harder; she seemed to begin coming even harder, milking away more frantically at the hardness of his cock buried to its balls in her belly.
After pulling and squeezing her nipples for a minute, Bob pushed her upper body backwards away from his, forcing her to thrust her hands to the ground behind her for support. Then he gripped her by the thighs, steadying her, controlling her, as he began making humping movements with his pelvis, making his cock move back and forth in short strokes deep within her. He could look down along his flat belly and watch as the root-end of his cock moved back and forth, in and out of her smoking hot cunt.
Gloria seemed to splash down from one trip into orgasmic orbit, only to start getting ready to blast off into another. She began wriggling her ass frantically against Bob's cock as he kept on giving her the short thrusts. He released his grip on her thighs, reached forward to her tits and caught the excited nipples in his fingers again for more rolling and squeezing and pulling. The wriggling of her ass against him became even more frantic. A new scream began quavering up out of her. Then she began hammering her ass at him in a frenzy of movements, forcing him to drop his hands from her tits and grab her by the hips again. He hung on for dear life, fearful that her wild pitching and rolling was going to tear his cock out of her cunt.
Bob gave a hard thrust with his pelvis that drove the crown of his cock into her deeper than ever. Deep within her he felt it seem to hit bottom somewhere beyond her uterus. She stiffened, her frenzied movements stopping short as if he'd touched some magic button, her scream becoming agonized; all the muscles throughout her cunt and lower belly began a desperate new storm of pulsations, milking furiously at the hardness of his cock which filled her.
That time the electric excitement of her frenzy began ballooning Bob's inner excitement beyond control. He felt the delicious pressure rising until it seemed unbearable. He began yelling himself, his cry of anguish blending into hers. He lost all awareness of everything except his throbbing cock struggling within her pulsating cunt as that balloon of sensation exploded somewhere in his own guts and sent his hot charge geysering into the depths of her guts. It was beautiful and agonizing, fantastic and the ultimate of fulfillment rolled into one excruciating, delightful moment that seemed endless.
CHAPTER THREE
They lay locked in each other's arms upon the grass while their breathing quieted, their heartbeats slowed to normal, after their storm of passion had worn itself out. Their bodies remained coupled until Bob's cock finally wilted completely and slipped free of the sweet grip of Gloria's loving cunt. As she felt him slipping away from her, she murmured protestingly, "Don't leave me, lover!"
Bob moved his head, bringing his lips to hers, and kissed her with more tenderness than passion. He soothed, "All good things must come to an end in order to make room for even more good things, sweetheart."
She brought a finger up and touched his lips, a wondering look in her eyes. "I think I love you," she told him.
Bob smiled. "I hope so."
She shook her head, protesting, "I mean, like special. Like forever. Like I'd ought to love my husband."
"Like you will love your husband," Bob chuckled quietly. "You'll see."
Again she shook her head. "I don't think it's possible. I've found something with you-."
Bob interrupted, "Something you'll find with him, too, now that you're no longer afraid of it. It's not me you're really feeling all that love for. It's that good fuck you've just enjoyed."
She drew her head away from him, her expression one of outraged protest. "Now you're being awful!"
"Only telling you facts, little sweetie," Bob murmured, smiling. "It's a physical reaction, and human females aren't the only ones who experience it."
"No?"
"No. You should see some mares after a stud horse gives them a good fucking."
"See them what?"
"React, what else? They love him so for that good fucking he's just given them, they can't stand to let any other mare get near him. They'll run themselves ragged trying to keep all the others away. But let another stud horse come along who's horse enough to run off that first stud. Let that second stud take over and give her another good fucking. That mare'll fall just as head-over-heels in love with him as she was with the first one. So you see what she really loved both times wasn't the stud horse at all; it was that good fucking he'd given her."
"And you think I'm just like that fickle mare?"
"All women are, if you call that being fickle. Actually it's only a natural reaction after any intelligent female has just enjoyed a good fucking. But it does wear off; that's another reason it can't realistically be called love."
Fifteen miles from the secluded hot springs pool, the trail riding group were discussing the ways of horseflesh, too. Particularly that penchant of the species for going lame at the most inopportune times.
The horse Mario Richards was riding had just pulled up lame. What all the others didn't know was that it had been no accident. Mario had taken one look at big, handsome, pro football player Ransom Farnsworth and had a complete transformation of general attitude, changing from her usually bitchy self into the vivaciously light-hearted life of the party. Mario had once announced at a Hollywood party that getting hot pants for a new man had a more sweetening effect on a girl's disposition than the most high-priced analyst ever could equal.
So the first time the trail riders stopped, after leaving the ranch corrals, Mario pulled a long hair from her horse's tail and looped it around her mount's left ankle tightly and tied it fast. It was a trick a Hollywood wrangler had showed her once while Brad, her movie hero husband, was working on location making a Western. It restricted the circulation of blood in the area sufficiently to create a temporary lameness.
When her horse began limping, a little later, Mario naturally took pains to dismount and get rid of the cause before the dude wrangler or Alice Hudson rode back to inspect the horse's foot. By that time she felt certain her gay chatter and the eyes she'd been giving handsome young Ransom had thoroughly aroused his male appetite for sexual adventure. He lived up to her expectations completely, gallantly volunteering to cut his trail ride short and escort her back to the ranchhouse while the others went ahead.
Brad Richards hailed Ransom's gesture as evidence of true humanitarian instincts, enormously relieved that he didn't have to volunteer, thus be forced to temporarily interrupt his pursuit of their host's wife. Alice Hudson was one of the few women Brad ever had encountered and desired who had resisted his best efforts to lay her. He was determined that before his stay at the ranch ended this time he was going to find the combination that would open her sweet pussy to him.
Pete and Tina Edwards joined Brad's applause of Ransom's offer, for reasons of their own. This was their fifth season at the ranch and they'd come to consider Bob and Alice Hudson as close friends. But Bob and Alice were the only couple numbered among their close friends with whom Pete and Tina had never swapped. This year they'd come to the ranch determined to change all that. This ride today into secluded mountain backcountry might give Pete the chance they hoped for to get Alice alone and seduce her.
Famed fashion designer Helene Delon and her swishy husband, Jamison, applauded Ransom too. Helene, because it removed the threat of Brad Richards having to leave the group to accompany his wife back to the ranch. Helene's whole reason for ever coming to a dude ranch, of all places, was her hope that here she'd finally be able to get a chance to screw the handsome movie star. Everywhere else she'd ever encountered him, there always had been too many younger beauties flocking around him.
Fabulously wealthy Rene Dixson, Boston society matron and blueblood, was enthusiastic in her applause too, relieved that the ride wouldn't have to be cut short and with it the chance she hoped for to get much better acquainted with Pete Edwards. Because he was fully aware of her interest in Pete, Rene's young airline president and board chairman husband, Maynord Dixson, applauded too; pictures of old Rene screwing Pete might not only buy him a divorce but financial freedom too, eliminating any necessity of ever repaying the millions Rene had invested in his name in his growing airline. Maynord was eager to give her all the rope she wanted.
Not that old Rene wasn't a good piece of ass; she really was. Years ago her gynecologist put her on estrogen replacement therapy, so the tissues of her cunt never had become dry and lost their warm elasticity. Actually the rest of her body was just about as young as her cunt was; she'd spent thousands on plastic surgery to eliminate wrinkles and more thousands in beauty salons. But she had the damned attitude that regardless of what else a man had on his schedule, he should drop everything and run to her the instant she felt a twinge of loneliness. When a man was in the midst of crucial negotiations about the purchase of costly new planes, or with his pilots' union or something equally vital to his airline's future, she had time after time proved to be damned maddening with her petty personal demands. Besides that, she'd made it emphatically clear that not one more dollar was going to be diverted from her other investments into his airline. Fortunately his operation had been snowballed to the point where he didn't really need any more of her money. So why continue to put up with the aggravation her unreasonable demands upon him created? Like this whim she'd gotten about wanting to spend two weeks roughing it, as she'd called it, on a dude ranch when Maynord felt he'd really ought to have his nose to the grindstone at the office. But now he had hope that something good might come from the wasted time, after all.
Running the winning touchdown in a hotly contested football game never had won more enthusiastic approval for big Ransom Farnsworth than the ovation he received as he turned his horse back down the trail with Mario Richards. He chuckled as he waved acknowledgement, wondering how many would be cheering him if they knew of the plans he had in mind for beautiful Mario before they got back to the ranch. Fucking the wife of one of the screen's greatest lovers ought to make quite a story to tell his locker room buddies. Besides that, it would relieve the nut ache created by his damned bride's insane refusal to consummate their wedding. Gloria's behavior had him thoroughly bewildered. He'd even known thoughts, however fleeting, of self-doubts. But he felt certain a good piece of ass was all he needed to completely restore his usually unshakable male equilibrium.
A mile down the trail, after he and Mario parted company with the main party, Ransom decided the time had come to make his move. Ever since they'd ridden out of sight of the others, Mario had been holding hands with him and swinging her shoulders when there was no excuse for doing it except to make her big tits bounce. If he'd ever seen a dame asking to be fucked, she'd been asking. So he'd accommodate her without wasting any more time, and do it gratefully; didn't her response prove beyond all doubt that whatever was wrong between him and his bride was all Gloria's fault?
"Why don't we let your horse rest that lame foot?" Ransom suggested, reining his horse off the trail. Mario nodded and followed. About one-hundred yards off the trail they came upon a secluded glade with lush grass to keep the horses occupied, perfect for Ransom's purposes.
He dismounted with a leap, his best imitation of the movie cowboys he'd seen. Like a starving man rushing to a feast, he rushed around his horse and raised his arms toward Mario. With a little cry of delight, she leaned toward him, ready to go into his arms.
But instead of waiting for her to come freely, Ransom grabbed her, his big hands rough and demanding, and almost dragged her down from the saddle. Before her feet touched the ground, her eager welcome for him had turned to furious resistance.
Mario twisted free of Ransom's grasping hands like a fumbled ball. She wheeled from him, spotted a length of wood about baseball bat-size and grabbed it. As Ransom lunged after her, she wheeled back to him, swinging the club. She caught him along one side of the head with a blow that dropped him. She'd delivered the blow as expertly as she served tennis balls, and with the same competitive gusto.
Ransom rolled slowly and sat up groggily. His eyes suddenly came into focus again, fixed upon Mario. With a bellow he started to gather himself for a lunge, then jerked back as she sent the end of the club sizzling past the tip of his nose.
Before he could make another move, she warned, "Damn you, I'll put a dent in that granite skull of yours that won't come out, if that's what it takes to get your jackass attention."
"Hell, lady, those tits of yours got my attention a long time ago, bouncing around the way you make them do without any bra cramping their style," Ransom protested. "I only aimed to give you what you know damned well you've been asking for."
"Like hell!" Mario exclaimed. "I've never asked any moron minded jackoff to rape me, ever! Rape is something I can do without, thank you. A warm-hearted, mutually enjoyable fucking is something entirely different. Dig?"
Ransom shook his head, looking confused.
"You don't make no sense at all, you prickteasing bitch!"
"Like hell I don't, you over-grown, snot-nosed brat," she snapped. "There's one hell of a lot more to being a great lover than there is to being a great football player, junior!"
"The hell you say?"
She made a threatening move with the club, warning, "Keep you smart mouth shut and your dumb ears open, for a change; you might learn something."
"Like what?"
"For openers, like you don't make love like you were throwing a tackle at an enemy ball carrier."
"I've never had no complaints before," Ransom declared, but even in his own ears his voice didn't sound quite convincing.
"How many girls ever came back for a return bout with you?" Mario suggested. "Damned few, if any. Right?"
Ransom couldn't meet her knowing eyes. He looked away, feeling strangely cowed, strangely ashamed. How did she know every romance he'd ever had abruptly ended after he fucked the girl the very first time? Was he carrying some kind of billboard around with him that he alone didn't know about? Was that why Gloria had fled from him like she had instead of welcoming him like a man's bride was supposed to? What the hell kind of a curse did he have on him, anyhow?
Finally he grudgingly asked, "So what the hell am I doing wrong?"
"You mean you can't figure that out from what I've already told you, stupid?" Mario snapped, some of her usual bitchiness beginning to come out.
"Okay, so I'm stupid!" Ransom snapped right back. "Then draw me a diagram, like my football coaches draw to illustrate new plays. Show me what I've been doing wrong."
"This is ridiculous!" Mario exclaimed. "How in the hell did I ever get hot pants for anyone as thickheaded as you?" Her voice changed, mocking him," Draw me a diagram!"
"Well-?" Ransom persisted.
She stood looking down at him, studying him through angry eyes for a long moment. Finally she shook her head, declaring, "I ought to have my head examined. But you are a beautiful hunk of male muscle, even if there isn't any brain in it."
"So what else is new?" Ransom demanded.
Mario's attitude softened slightly. "Like I told you before, buster, your idea of making love is nothing but rape! You shouldn't make love like you play football."
"All right, already! You've said that," Ransom protested. "So how does a real lover go about it?"
"He woos a woman ... he doesn't assault her. Only a very small percentage of women, and they're sick in the damned head, want a man to physically overpower them. A healthy woman wants to be treated greatly, lovingly, and patiently. She's no big, dumb cow, just waiting, ready and eager for some thickheaded bull to shove the cock to her. She's a human being. She wants to be respected as much as any man wants to be respected. So whenever she fucks a man, she wants it to be a matter of her fucking him as much as he fucks her. She wants his fucking her to be a matter of something she wants him to do, never a matter of something he's forced her to let him do. No woman ever wants to be raped, unless she's got a problem for a damned good psychiatrist. Is that diagram clear enough for you to read it?"
"You don't deny, then, that you've been giving me the come-on all morning?" Ransom demanded.
"Hell yes, I've been giving you the come-on, you muscle-head!" Mario snapped. "I had hot pants for you so bad I was nearly ready to come on the saddle, just from the movements of that horse under me. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't do my damnedest to cave-in that bonehead of yours before I'd let you rape me. I'm no punching bag for stiff pricks; I've got an ego, too, damn you. Just because I get hot pants for you, or any other man, never changes that. I still want my rights as another human to be respected, even while I'm being fucked. In fact, I especially want my rights as a human being to be respected while I'm being fucked; more than at any other time. Because if I'm going to get fucked, I want it to be made good for me. That's what I want you thinking about; making it good for me. Get it?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Ransom sat staring up at Mario open mouthed with amazement. Finally he gathered the slack out of his chin, suddenly exclaiming, "Jeez! I never heard anything like that before. Are you sure most other women feel the way you say?"
"Don't take my word for it, sonny," Mario told him with unconcealed contempt. "Get your eyes and ears open. Watch the kind of men who keep their women running back to them again and again and again. The kind of lovers women worship more and more the longer they make love to them don't waste any time bragging to other men in locker rooms about conquests ; so you have to learn to listen harder than you do to the locker room big-mouths. You see, men who are really good at anything, the genuine experts, never feel any need to brag. Studying their style isn't easy because they don't spill everything they know through their mouths."
Ransom looked thoughtful, then nodded, admitting, "I know that's true about ball playing ; the better player a guy is, the less time he usually spends talking about how good he is and about what he's done to prove it."
"It's just as true, or even more so, of real lovers, sonny," Mario told him. "The really good ones never brag."
"I guess I've been listening to the wrong guys ... all my life," Ransom murmured soberly.
"Well-can I put this club down now?" Mario asked peevishly.
"Sure!" Ransom exclaimed explosively. After a brief pause he added, "I'm sorry I was so dumb and spoiled everything."
Mario smiled. Rather wryly, but a smile. She told him, "That sounds like there may be hope for you. So get your damned clothes off!"
Ransom stared up at her incredulously, then demanded, "You mean after what's happened-."
She interrupted, "Your bull-rushing-a-cow act turned me off, but good, that's for certain. But I know myself well enough to know if you're ready to behave yourself like a lover instead of a muscle-headed bull, I can get turned on hot as ever for you in no time at all. So get your damned clothes off, lover. Time's a-wasting!"
Ransom sat watching big-eyed while Mario started unbuttoning her blouse, letting the ripe, full tits within it begin peeking out. Suddenly he gulped, then began almost frantically unsnapping the fastenings of his Western shirt, baring his huge chest.
By the time he had stripped down to his shorts, his cock was so rigid it had thrust into the material of his shorts so hard it was hopelessly ensnared. But after a brief struggle Ransom got the shorts disentangled from his stiff cock. He threw them on top of his other discarded clothes as he glanced at Mario.
She had beaten him and stood waiting, naked and bright eyed with anticipation, her luscious boobs jutting out proudly from her chest, her hips and ass curving deliriously. Ransom's impulse was to rush at her and grab her; the slight ache in the side of his head plus the sting of her words following the impact of the club restrained his impulse.
"You don't go for my caveman act," he murmured with a quiet chuckle, "so what should I do, now that we're at this point?"
"You've just made a good beginning," she said softly with a smile that was wholly warm and giving. "Ask questions. That's the greatest compliment you can pay any woman; shows you don't lump all women together, don't think we're all exactly the same. Shows you know we're each distinct and separate individuals. Like men, each of us have different things we like having the opposite sex do to us. Each have different ways we like having the same things done to us."
She came down upon the grass beside him, stretching herself on one side, facing him. He stretched himself out faring her, eyes fixed in fascination upon her ripe breasts.
She said, "For starters, I like to have my tits kissed and licked and sucked."
With a sudden rush, Ransom gathered her tits in both hands and brought his open mouth to them as if intending to gulp them up. Instantly Mario's hand fastened firmly in the hair just above his forehead. She gave a sharp, backward jerk that sent a flash of pain knifing through his soaring passion, pulling his attention back to the whole of her and away from his fascination with her tits.
"Gently," she told him when she saw she had his attention. "Gently, lovingly, patiently. Remember?"
He nodded, licked his burning lips, then murmured, "I'm sorry. I'll try to remember. Gently-?"
"Lovingly."
"Patiently-?"
"Right. Greediness is wonderful. When you restrain it with patience. Hang loose. Take it slow and easy. Lovingly. Gently. Dig?"
He nodded. "Dig."
He brought the nipples of both tits to his eager mouth again, this time taking care to be gentle, to be loving. They disappeared into his feverish mouth. He began licking and sucking at them. A little gasp of pleasure came out of Mario. She whispered, "I knew your mouth would feel great. You've got all the best equipment, big boy! All you need is to learn how you'd really ought to use it."
Around the big, ripe tits filling his mouth, Ransom mumbled, "You just show me the plays, coach."
Mario gripped one of his big hands, folded all the fingers down except the forefinger, then guided it down to her cunt. She spread her legs, opening her steaming cunt to his finger, then moved the tip of that finger in slow, gentle strokes along the shaft of her clitoris. That brought a long, sighing moan of pleasure out of her. Then she murmured, "Your hands really are the greatest, when you're making them be gentle. All that restrained power in them makes them feel just that much more terrific. More exciting." Her voice was sounding breathless.
Then her guiding hand abandoned his big hand, leaving it all on its own. The next instant her fingers closed gently around the shaft of his rigid cock. The touch of her hand sent a contracting spasm shooting through his belly muscles deliriously. It was his turn to gasp.
"Do you like that?" she murmured.
"Talk about someone having great hands!" he panted. "I never felt anything like it!" He resumed sucking tits greedily.
"See how much deliciousness a bull misses out on?" she murmured, beginning to stroke his hard cock lovingly. The sensations her hand created sent a shudder through him. He began making little humping movements against her hand.
Mario shifted her body a little on the grass, then brought the head of his eager cock to her cunt. She threw her upper leg over his hip, opening her cunt wide. She dipped the head of his rigid shaft into the slippery warmth of those drooling lower lips of hers. After stroking it back and forth through her feverish crack several times, thoroughly coating the head of it with lubricating love-honey, she began stroking her clitoris with it, replacing his caressing finger. The moans this brought out of her were louder than before. In her hand, his cock seemed to suddenly swell and stretch even more, the sounds of her pleasure obviously exciting him even more than he'd been. She felt a fine trembling begin running through his entire body.
Suddenly he tore his hungry mouth away from her tits, gasping, "I've never been so fucking hot in my whole life! I've just never felt anything quite like this. I don't understand why I haven't creamed the whole outside of you already. If you try to put me inside now, I'll probably come."
"Then we'd better let him cool off a little," Mario said, moving her cunt away a little and removing her hand from his tingling cock.
"What?" Ransom protested.
"You don't want to come until I'm ready, too, do you?"
"God, I thought a woman just automatically came whenever she felt a man coming. Thought he hit some button she's got deep inside her somewhere," Ransom panted tightly.
Mario told him, "They may know everything about football in those locker rooms where you've gotten all your information, but they seem to know damned little of the real facts about women. I've got to be ready to come before you come, or I'll likely never come at all."
"So what the hell do we do?" Ransom panted desperately.
"Hang loose," she whipsered breathlessly.
"Just be patient with me. Remember? Keep loving me up. Keep on teasing me, like you've been doing. Suck my tits. Tickle my pussy. Fingerfuck me. When I'm so hot I simply can't stand it any longer, I'll put you in me and we'll blast off on a trip to inner space together."
"You're the coach," Ransom gasped, "but I've never felt this hot before. I may come without getting into you. Without you even touching me. I'm on my honeymoon, but I still haven't managed to catch my bride the first time. I'm so loaded with come-juice I don't think I can hold it."
"You poor darling!" Mario exclaimed. "I've been a beast, exactly like I accused you of being. Let me relieve all the unnatural pressure for you. Then we can get back to teaching you how a man really ought to make love to a woman."
"What do you mean?" Ransom asked breathlessly.
She was pulling her tits away from his caressing hands, getting up on her knees over him. She pushed him back flat upon the ground as she told him, "You just relax and let me help you."
Her hand closed around his rigid cock again. She bowed her head, bringing her mouth to the head of it.
Sounding alarmed, Ransom gasped, "You're gonna blow me? I thought only whores did a thing like that to a man? And even a lot of them refuse to do it, regardless of how much they're offered."
Mario, her lips right above the tip of his stiff cock, her hot breath bathing it erotically, told him, "From what I hear, most whores are man-haters. I think a woman probably needs to love a man to enjoy loving his cock with her mouth. It seems more intimate, more friendly, than having him in her cunt. You should feel flattered, lover. I wouldn't do this to just any man. But I plan on you becoming my prize pupil. See?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mario plunged the swollen head of Ransom's cock into her hot mouth. Almost instantly a strangled yell came out of him as the touch of her lips and tongue, sucking and licking at his cock's tingling head, triggered him and he began coming. His cock became like a gusher, geysering his dammed-up juices into her mouth, splattering them against the back of her throat, sending them cascading down her throat in a fiery torrent.
Greedily Mario nursed at his pulsating cock as if famished for the male juices she was drinking from it. She gulped and sucked and gulped again, nursing at him insatiably. Finally the powerful pulsations shuddering through his cock ended, but she kept right on sucking away at him until his swollen penis had been drained dry of the very last drop.
When at long last Mario raised her mouth from his now dry fountain, the freight of sensation her mouth had created throughout his root was so great it stood up from his belly almost as erect as before he came. She gave that hardness an approving glance as she wiped her lips with one hand. Then she murmured, "Now we've gotten rid of that unnatural distraction we can get on with our lesson."
Gustily Ransom sighed, then exclaimed, "Why didn't I find a teacher long ago who took care of distractions like that?" She chuckled with him, stretching herself beside him again so her tits were presented to his mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ransom was just as eager as before about sucking Mario's excited nipples into his mouth. His tongue licked between and around them as he sucked, stirring up delicious sensations. Little murmurs of pleasure began coming from her.
Mario's hand closed around Ransom's rigid cock. Again she threw her leg up over his hip, opening her cunt wide and invitingly. She dipped the head of his swollen cock into the slippery delights of her superheated cunt, again stroking it back and forth through that luscious crack, coating it thickly with her love-honey. Her murmurs of pleasure became low moans.
She brought the head of his cock back to her clitoris. As she stroked her rigid little shaft with it, her moans grew louder. Ransom pulled his mouth away from her tits briefly to breathlessly declare, "I'm getting almost as steamed up as I was before, just listening to you, sweetie. Is it really feeling that good?"
She gasped, "You haven't heard anything yet, lover. You really turn my burners on full bore."
He started to suck her tits back into his greedy mouth, but she stopped him, pulling away slightly, ordering, "Turn flat on your back. Let me get on top now."
"You want to ride me?" Ransom demanded incredulously.
"Of course," Mario nodded breathlessly, pausing in her move to climb astride him; he remained on his side, facing her as before. "Don't tell me your male ego is so fragile it feels threatened by that idea?"
"But being up in the saddle is a man's place," Ransom protested.
"That may be what your locker room clowns and immature little boys think; that's NOT what real he-men and expert lovers think because they know better," she told him impatiently.
"But all animals-."
"Exactly!" she cut him off sharply. "If you're an animal and admit it, your place is in the saddle whenever you're fucking. But no animal fucks me; I'm a human female. Humans are the only members of the animal kingdom who have a choice of positions to use when they fuck. Did you ever spend any time thinking about that?"
"No," Ransom admitted reluctantly.
"Then think about it," she advised. "Doesn't it seem significant? Humans who only have about the same brain-power of animals, cavemen and that type, fuck like animals, the male always up in the saddle, always ready to prove by physical force that he can subdue the female. But more intelligent human males respect their women as equals. They don't regard her as a defeated enemy, as a conquest when they fuck her. They feel it's important for sex to be a source of mutual pleasure. They know that rape doesn't give a woman any pleasure. They're confident enough of their manhood they don't feel they need to prove anything by always grabbing the saddle for themselves. They're analytical enough to figure out that gravity as well as physiology and psychology work together to give a woman far greater pleasure and satisfaction when she's allowed at least equal time in the saddle. And they figure we're given choices about things for a purpose, part of which is our exercise of the power. So they frequently choose to give their woman partner the saddle position as an act of love for her, as well as a demonstration of complete confidence in their own manhood. You get it?"
"I think so," Ransom murmured, sounding unsure.
"A real man doesn't feel threatened by letting a woman ride him during sex. He doesn't feel any need to prove anything at all; his only interest is to create the greatest possible mutual pleasure. He knows that gravity pulls a woman's sex organs down, producing maximum contact, therefore her greatest possible pleasure, when she's in the saddle. Knowing that gives that kind of man his greatest possible pleasure, just like hearing the sounds I was making a little bit ago excited you, gave you greater pleasure. Dig?"
Ransom nodded, then flopped over on his back, an invitation to her to climb astride as he murmured, "Boy, have I had a head-full of screwed-up ideas!"
Mario chuckled as she straddled him, then declared, "So screwed-up you might've turned your bride into another frigid woman, if I hadn't happened along to straighten you out. So what do you say we get something straight between us," she chuckled again, "without wasting any more time?" She was over him. Her hips dipped, lowering her belly against his. The slippery lips of her educated cunt found the head of his ramrod with no need of assistance from her hand to grip and aim it. Ransom groaned with gusty gut-pleasure as her feverish cunt closed around his electrified cock. He groaned again as he felt the head of his tingling rod sliding smoothly into her velvety, hot tunnel.
His hands rose abruptly to clutch her tits, hanging invitingly directly over his face. He pressed them together. Ravenously yet gently he sucked both excited nipples into his feverish mouth. Greedily he began sucking and licking at them as he felt the head of his cock kiss something like he'd never felt before deep inside her. He felt her cunt-hair being rubbed into his, realized he was in her to his cock's very roots, and found himself enjoying the feeling of being in her deeper than he'd ever been into any other woman before. He realized his cock not only felt longer, felt like it was reaching into her farther, but also felt like it was swollen bigger, with greater excitement, than it had ever been. He was amazed at how much more sensation this coupling seemed to be giving him, and almost immediately after he'd already come once, at that. No other piece of ass he'd ever had came even close to this deliciousness. He wondered if letting Mario ride the saddle could make such a difference in the sensation he got being in her cunt, compared to any other cunt he'd ever been in? Lord, what he'd been missing out on with his fouled-up ideas about how to play the he-man!
Mario was sliding her smooth belly back and forth against Ransom's, making the head of his cock move deep within her. He felt the tingling head of his cock touching, caressing, things he had never felt inside a woman before. The waves of sensation she was building throughout his whole body were fantastic. He would have been ready to come if he'd been in any other woman's cunt this long, but this time he was really just getting started. At the same time he was enjoying greater floods of sensation than he'd ever experienced.
Ransom gobbled at Mario's ripe, luscious tits more greedily, his consciouness adrift upon a sea of sensation where he never before had adventured. Mario began stroking back and forth on the hardness of his sensation-gorged penis, drawing it slowly outward, then sending it slipping hungrily back into the feverish depths of her sweet cunt. The storm of sensation he was adrift upon grew wilder, his electrified waves of tingling roaring higher. He began feeling like his whole body was slipping into that juicy fiery tunnel into her inner body; his entire body was becoming so totally involved, so caught up, in the ocean of sensation that sweet cunt was giving him. Muffled moans and groans were coming almost continually from his tit-filled mouth.
Over Ransom, Mario was caught up in a growing storm of sensation all her own. She moved unhurriedly, sending the caressing head of his cock back again and again to the exact spots deep within her where its touch created the greatest additional sensation. Her world was narrowing, her awareness of everything beyond her tits and his hot mouth upon them fading.
With no conscious thought directing them, her hips began pumping faster; grinding her belly against his, then drawing back until his hardness almost escaped the caressing grip of her cunt. At the last instant she reversed direction, thrusting that thick magic wand back into the fiery depths of her raging inner excitement so fast their colliding bellies slapped together audibly. Again and again and again she swallowed that hot, fleshy sword of his passion, driving it to the very bottom of her vaginal throat. Her belly grew taut and tauter still with her ballooning passion until it burst, the explosion driving a scream of ecstatic anguish from her. And while she was tossed and shaken by her orgasmic storm, she rode Ransom ever more wildly.
He continued gobbling greedily at her tits, but her bucking, screaming frenzy over him popped his eyes open in amazement. He'd been enjoying a new-found sense of control, reveling in the wildest storm of sensation he'd ever experienced, yet finding himself able to extend his pleasure in it as he'd never done. He realized that a genuine female orgasm is something else he'd never participated in, that what he'd been deceived by were theatrical pretensions. He even felt a little alarmed by the fury, the utter abandon, of Mario's orgasmic storm. She seemed to be blowing her ever-loving mind! Yet he was flattered and pleased as he'd never been. He had actually been able to trigger a fantastic storm of passion in an attractive and experienced woman. It created a tingling sense of male accomplishment within him that seemed to multiply his own excitement amazingly. One instant he'd felt completely in control of the delightful sensations flooding through his consciousness, the next instant he felt he was having to struggle to maintain his balance on the very brink of orgasm. It was delicious torture.
Ransom forced his mind away from his sensations, determined to see how long he could control and extend this delightful agony. He had too recently experienced a new-found pride in the discovery that such control was within the realm of his command; he was determined not to let that proud discovery be snatched away and turned into a mockery. He wanted to terminate permanently his long membership in the fraternity of in-again-come-again buck rabbits and truly master the technique and skills of being a real lover. Mario had opened his eyes to exciting new worlds to conquer.
So Ransom forced himself to temporarily forget the delicious tits he was sucking and licking, to forget the luscious, steaming cunt his cock was wrestling in. Instead he thought of football plays, of running through desperate opposition to touchdowns. Anything but the tornado of rich sensation raging through his belly from his electrified cock being plunged in and out of Mario's superheated belly.
He played football in his mind like he'd never played before, yet never was quite able to entirely block out her renewed screams as each new orgasm swept her. Each time it happened, the pressure of his own inner excitement climbed a little higher. He'd never felt anything so fantastically delicious in his entire life before. Suddenly he knew this was part of the payoff for that patience Mario had told him is so important to fucking like an expert. Blundering amateurs like he'd been, like all the locker room Casanovas were, never experienced such a payoff even in their wildest dreams. This made the best fucking he'd experienced before seem like jacking off in a wet sock by comparison.
The inner pressure became completely unbearable when Ransom heard Mario scream with the beginning of her tenth orgasm. No broken-field touchdown run ever made by him or anyone else was gripping enough to keep his attention distracted now. Full awareness of the raging sea of sensation pounding his senses flooded through his mind, sweeping aside every other thought, numbing all ability to feel or think of anything else. The intensity of it was excruciating. There was just no way he could hold back any longer. He was coming. Coming like he'd never come before. A wild yell tore its way out of his guts and up through his constricted throat. Then he nearly blacked out as all that inner pressure exploded through his cock.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob Hudson waded back into the warm water of the hot springs pool until the surface made a line across his belly just above the upper border of his pubic hair. He paused there, rubbing gently with one hand at his balls and cock to wash off the dried juices of Gloria's luscious cunt. They'd dozed off there on their grassy bed together, still firmly coupled. But minutes ago he'd awakened, feeling cool because the sun had traveled enough to put them outside its warmth and into the shade now cast by nearby trees. His cock had wilted and fallen out of its warm nest, too; it had been coated with peeling white flakes, like a short length of whitewashed broom handle.
As Bob washed himself, a small, warm hand suddenly was thrust forward from behind him. Jealousy it pushed his hand away from his limp cock. Possessively it closed around that withered tower of masculine pride.
Pleasantly surprised, Bob glanced around. Gloria was there, smiling up at him quietly. He asked, "Have a good nap?"
"Never had better," she murmured. She began caressing his limp cock; suddenly it no longer was limp. In fact it was leaping to life like a startled forest fawn. She whispered, "I think maybe he really likes me. You see how eager he is to play games with me again?"
"He'd have to belong to a dead man if something that exciting didn't bring him snapping to attention," Bob chuckled.
Gloria raised her lips invitingly. He bowed his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers for a kiss as he turned to her. He lifted her in his arms, pressing her naked tits against his chest as their lips met.
Gloria's tongue came shooting through his lips into his mouth; their tongues locked together in a feverish caress. Her hand gripping his swelling cock began stroking the head of it against her clitoris.
With their mouths still locked together, she suddenly climbed him like a totem pole. When her cunt was just above the tip of Bob's now rigid cock, she locked her legs around him. She sent her hand speeding down to grip his cock again and guide the head of it into her cunt. She then let herself slide downward upon it until its entire length had disappeared into her belly.
She broke their kiss then, smiling up at him as she murmured, "You've been gone so long! Welcome home."
Then with her legs still locked around him, Gloria let herself lie back upon the water. Her big, ripe breasts flattened slightly, but still thrust upward invitingly, the saucy nipples flirting seductively with Bob's admiring eyes. Keeping her leg-lock around his body, she began grinding her pussy in against him, then pushing out, using the muscles of her satin-skinned thighs. Bob felt waves of pleasant sensation begin flashing through him like intensifying electric currents. Bob responded by grabbing both the cheeks of her luscious ass in his hands so he could help her grind her feverish cunt into him with each inward stroke.
Then something happened inside Gloria. It was like Bob had an electric hotshot stuck into her cunt instead of merely his cock. She began gyrating her cunt against him so wildly she started creating waves in the previously placid surface of the pool. Little moans of skyrocketing pleasure began rising from her. Her obvious excitement triggered a responding excitement in Bob; he began socking the cock to her faster and harder. She squealed in delight.
Again Bob responded with soaring excitement of his own, fucking her still faster and harder. Gloria began going out of her mind, her gyrations on Bob's cock growing wilder, more frantic, more terrific as she screamed and slammed her cunt back in against him, clearly asking for more.
By this time, Bob was starting to do a little yelling of his own. The workout he'd already had gave him a feeling of confidence that he wouldn't be firing his wad prematurely. But the sensations Gloria's wild gyrations were flooding his senses with had him feeling on the verge of tripping out.
Then Bob felt a shudder go through all the muscles of Gloria's fiery vaginal sheath and lower belly. That seemed to trigger the beginning of furious pulsations, all her cunt and belly muscles milking away desperately at his hard cock as she came. Her scream was almost strangled into silence by the constriction of her throat muscles. Her face twisted and writhed as if she was in the grip of mortal anguish. She forgot everything but her struggle upon the stiff cock. Several times she lost her buoyancy, letting her head and shoulders sink below the surface.
When her first orgasmic space shot ended, she cried, "Carry me back to dry ground quick, lover, and lay me down on the grass before I start again and drown! But don't stop fucking! Don't stop fucking, or I'll die for certain!"
Bob carried her back to their grassy bed on shore, chuckling as he murmured, "The sex researchers who claim a woman's later orgasms get progressively milder than her very first just never researched your sweet cunt, Gloria baby!"
"Keep fucking, darling! Just keep fucking!" she panted, clinging to him. "Keep fucking! Keep fucking! Keep fucking! Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Fresh spasms swept her. She seemed to go ape. She was in such a wild frenzy, Bob felt certain she was going to tear his cock clean out of her madly pulsating cunt before he could get the two of them stretched upon the grass again. He felt her nails digging into his shoulder blades. Her teeth were nipping rather convulsively at his chest, a rather mindless involuntary reflex that had Bob jittery, expecting she might sink them into him for a real bite at any instant.
Relief went through him when he stretched upon the grass before her teeth took a chunk out of his chest. The change in position forced her to raise her head away from him, to catch her weight on hands and knees, to keep up the furious fucking movements she seemed desperate to have continued.
The unlimited freedom of the new position was not wasted on her; she began wriggling her ass like a gaffed fish wriggling on the spear. All the action she was giving her cunt would have made an Egyptian mummy come. Bob felt the deliciously excruciating pressure beginning to soar within his cock and balls and whole lower belly. He began arching his back up off the ground to meet her furious thrusts, began trying to drive his tingling cock deeper into her than it ever had been before. She responded by blasting off into a whole new orgasm. She seemed to come harder than she had come any time before. Momentarily distracted again from his own building sensations, Bob made a mental note that what the sex books said about a woman's orgasms growing progressively weaker was a wagonload of horseshit. He found himself wondering how much more her body could take of such wild exertions?
Bob relaxed momentarily, letting his ass sink back down to the ground. Immediately Gloria's gyration became almost frantic, as if she feared he was going to stop. He grabbed her by both cheeks of her ass, forcing her to cool it at least a little. She wriggled under his hands like a frenzied trout on a hook, a scream of utter anguish tearing its way out of her taut throat.
Then her orgasm had run its course. She stopped struggling. Her eyes opened. She looked down at Bob, eyes dull as if with fatigue. A deep sigh came trembling out of her. She murmured wonderingly, "I just can't seem to get enough, now that I've finally had a taste."
Her arms and legs suddenly began trembling, as if too weak to support her weight, as if she was ready to collapse upon him. Bob suggested, "Why don't you let me do the work for awhile, sweetie?" He put his arms around her, pulling her downward until her whole weight was upon him, belly flattened against his, tits flattened against his chest. All that contact with so much of her lovely skin felt delicious to him. Holding her tightly to him, Bob rolled her over under himself, coming up over her in the saddle.
On hands and knees over her, Bob began by pulling his rigid cock almost entirely out of her, leaving only the swollen head of it in the feverish embrace of her cunt's lips. He made slow, tiny movements, caressing those sensitive lips of hers with the head of it but leaving her empty inside.
For one moment she just lay there limply as if exhausted, gasping for breath like a collapsed runner. Then without warning her legs suddenly came up off the grass, locked together around Bob's ass, then jerked him forward, driving his cock back into her cunt to its roots.
As the head of his cock touched bottom deep inside her, Gloria was gasping, "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! ... I'll die if you don't fuck me!"
Bob chuckled, "I couldn't let you die, sweetheart ... it'd give my guest ranch a bad name." He began drawing his cock slowly outward. Before he had it more than half out of her, Gloria's legs tensed around his ass, checking the movement. She seemed determined not to let him come as near to getting it clear out of her as he'd done a moment before.
Bob shoved it back into her so hard he rolled her ass up off the ground a little. He seemed to reach something deeper inside her than he'd ever reached. She gasped, but kept her legs firmly locked around him, demanding more.
Bob drew his cock out of her again as far as she would allow him, then sent it driving back into her harder than he had, his momentum lifting her ass even higher off the ground than before. She moaned, but her locked legs didn't loosen.
Bob began stroking his cock in and out of her rhythmically, using the maximum stroke would allow him. Under him, Gloria began wriggling her ass again, slowly at first but more and more frantically the longer he fucked her. Her low moans slowly rose into an almost continuous, gasping scream.
The way she responded to a man's cock in her cunt was fantastically exciting to Bob; he felt that delicious, irresistible pressure gathering again deep within the roots of his cock and throughout his whole lower belly. He began driving his cock into her furiously, his pelvis colliding so hard with that beak-like area of her pelvic bone that despite the padding of her hair-covered Venus mound over it he felt surprise in a remote corner of his mind that it didn't hurt both of them.
Bob felt his furiously fucking cock begin to expand, swelling even bigger in her steaming, delicious cunt. As if in response, she did something that tightened her whole slippery vaginal tube around his hammering piston, sending a soaring new quality of pleasurable sensation sweeping outward from his cock into his loins and lower belly, then spreading onward until it reached throughout his entire body. It brought a strangled yell from Bob. He knew he'd passed the point of no return this time; he was coming! He could feel the inward ballooning of the final surge of pressure that would trigger the explosion. His senses reeled.
Under him, Gloria was arching her body up off the grass frantically to meet Bob's thrusting cock; little cries of anguished delight coming from her. As she thrust her ass upward off the grass, she momentarily relaxed her cunt grip upon Bob's swelling cock. When it was in her just as far as it possibly could be made to reach, all the muscles in her cunt clamped down tighter upon it than they had been before. Bob yelled as if the grip of her cunt was killing him, then a tremendous shudder flashed throughout his entire body; his cock exploded with a mighty first pulsation, blasting a fiery jet of his come juice against her tautly sensitive inner surfaces.
That triggered Gloria, driving a shrill, rising scream of passionate anguish out of her lower guts and up out of her twisted mouth. The tidal wave of passion that swept over her blacked out all consciousness of anything but the raging fiery sea of sensation. Mindlessly her hands clutched at Bob's naked back, her nails clawing into his flesh to leave bloody tracks of her passion.
In the saddle above her, Bob hammered his pulsating cock in and out of her blazing cunt desperately, as mindless as she was. It seemed every drop of moisture was being wrung out of every cell throughout his entire body by the relentless pumping of his cock. It was like a fire hose spraying jets of gasoline into the fiery furnace of Gloria's insatiably ravenous cunt. His flesh and bone seemed to be melting, seemed to be turning into molten liquid blazing with excruciating sensations of indescribable delight. He kept yelling mindlessly and fucking, kept fucking frantically and yelling as if in torment.
Finally the hurricane of passion exhausted itself. The next thing Bob knew, he found himself sprawled upon Gloria, nearly smothering her with the sweat-drenched blanket of his limp flesh. He struggled and finally managed to roll off to the grass beside her. He lay there gasping while strength trickled back into his body slowly. Of all the fucks he'd ever enjoyed, that fuck had been the fuck to end all fucks. Could there be anything more to look forward to?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The barbecued beef was as tender and juicy as a virgin's cunt, Bob Hudson thought as he sat at the head of the long table on the open patio that evening at dinner. He was gorging himself. Alice noticed, calling from her place at the other end of the table, "Did you go out and dig some postholes while we were gone on our ride today, darling? I've never seen you eat so ravenously."
Brad Richards called from his place, "What man wouldn't be ravenous, the kind of table you set, sweet Alice?"
Mario chimed in, admitting, "I'm eating like a horse! ... I can't imagine what's gotten into me."
Ransom Fransworth gave out with a knowing chuckle. Mario ignored him pointedly.
Maynord Dixson spoke up immediately, declaring, "If my airline could serve food as delicious as everything on this table tastes to me, our business would skyrocket."
Pete Edwards told him, "You ought to buy our sweet hostess's secret for your chef."
Rene Dixson suggested rather primly, "I expect part of its magic ingredient is the marvelous fresh air we've all been enjoying."
Pete declared, "That's what Tina and I thought our first summer as guests here. But this is our fifth summer and we're certain now the real magic is the magic touch Alice gives every dish her cook serves here. When Alice isn't here, we've found, nothing tastes quite the same."
"Make your husband behave, Tina," Alice protested, looking flustered. "His flattery's embarrassing me."
At that everyone laughed. The merry spirit continued throughout the rest of the meal. As she finished eating, Tina Edwards announced, "I feel like dancing. How about an after-dinner dance. Everyone in favor-."
She was interrupted by a thundering chorus of "Ayes" from all the others.
Hurriedly Bob Hudson pushed away from the table, his dessert still unfinished, responding to his duty as host. "I'll put a stack on the stereo and turn on the outside speakers," he announced and hurried into the main lodge. A moment later dance music suddenly flooded the big patio. Then the bright lights they'd dined under winked off, replaced by soft colored lights that filled the broad patio with shadows of many hues.
Eagerly the newlywed Fransworths got up from the table, but not to go into each other's arms. Ransom hurried to assist Mario as she got up from her seat at the table; Gloria hurried toward the doorway into the house through which their host had disappeared. As she neared the house, Bob hurried out, eager to get back to his dessert. But Gloria claimed him like she had an undisputed claim on him, a fact Alice Hudson did not miss as he watched the little scene, still seated at the table.
As Bob came dancing Gloria back toward the others, handsome Brad Richards seemed to appear suddenly beside Alice, bending forward to purr in her ear, "How about making me feel like an Oscar winner, sweet Alice? Dance with me?"
Moving with sudden resolution, Alice stood up, Brad jumping to pull her chair back for her. Sudden breathless excitement rushed through him. Was tonight the night? Had he finally caught this delectable morsel of feminine lusciousness at a moment of vulnerability?
Alice turned, came into Brad's arms. Heady anticipation swirled through the movie lover's head as he gathered her loveliness to himself and danced her away. Fortunately he didn't realize that for the first few minutes Alice was hardly aware of who he was; her head was filled with a whirl of thoughts. That Gloria had been the only guest who hadn't gone on the ride. Bob had eaten at least twice as much this evening as he usually ate. Could there be a connection between his being alone with that girl all day and his ravenous hunger tonight? The way that girl had claimed him as her dancing partner seemed to make the answer to that obvious: her dear two-timing Bob's stiff cock in that dewy-eyed bride's cunt! That obviously had been the connection. Of course the boost it would give a male ego, being able to fuck another man's bride on her honeymoon, made the allure of such a temptation understandable, she supposed.
But what about the allure of the temptation she'd been resisting for several years, damn that spineless Bob? What woman wouldn't feel a real ego boost out of merely a single chance to fuck a glamor-puss like Brad Richards? But she'd had and rejected a dozen or more chances since they'd first become acquainted with the handsome movie star. Yet spineless Bob can't pass up a chance to fuck a young Mrs. Nobody, just because she's an unsatisfied bride.
Suddenly Alice remembered whom she was dancing with. She glanced up at Brad's handsome face; he was a really delectable hunk of man. He always had stirred a wild kind of electrical or chemical response deep within her. But she'd always held it off, fighting down the enticing thrills his attentions aroused from behind the shield of her marriage vows. Now it was obvious that such respect for those vows was wholly one-sided.
Alice abruptly pulled herself more tightly against Brad Richards. Ironically an inviting picture of the secluded hot springs pool in the forest half a mile from the house flashed through her mind. She glanced up at Brad again, suddenly feeling breathlessly alive with excitement. She murmured, "Would you rather stay here to dance, or take a quiet stroll into the forest?"
Brad murmured in response, "I'd rather be anywhere I could be alone with you, sweetheart. I've never made any secret of that."
"Maybe you were just being nice?" she suggested. "With all the really beautiful women who're always throwing themselves at you, I can't imagine you honestly finding any real excitement about being alone with me."
"Don't sell yourself short, baby," he crooned. "You make most of those so-called beauty queens in Hollywood look like the discards in a Goodwill collection box, by comparison."
He danced her to the deeper shadows at the far edge of the patio, stopped there and took her arm, inviting, "Lead the way."
Together they slipped into the deeper shadows. As the left the main lodge behind, Alice hugged herself against Brad's arm, exclaiming, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel as jumpy, as nearly ready to burst with excitement, as a-schoolgirl-off on some wild adventure."
"I'm feeling delightfully breathless myself," the movie star admitted, still not ready to lay any bets about how far Alice was prepared to go with this. She'd held him off so long, foiled his best efforts to lay her so many times, it just didn't seem possible she suddenly could be ready to go all the way. He'd been used before by friends' wives and other women who'd had a little spat with hubby and only wanted to worry the old man a little. So he was being cautious. Available but not presumptuous.
But his hopes began rising rapidly a few minutes later. Alice led him away from the main trail into the dense shadows of the surrounding forest. It looked like she really did have more on her mind than merely an innocent walk in the early darkness.
A hundred yards off the trail they came to a small opening in the solid blackness under the tall trees. Stars became visible in the patch of open sky that became visible as they walked into the small clearing almost entirely filled by the hot springs pool.
Alice Hudson glanced up at her handsome escort, starlight glistening in her eyes as she laughed quietly, declaring, "I'll bet in all the times you've visited this ranch, you've never before discovered this hideaway."
He shook his head, admitting, "No. I never have. I've noticed the little stream coming out of the forest, farther down toward the river. Probably wondered where it came from. But never-." He interrupted himself asking, "Is this where it starts, then?"
She nodded. "It all flows from hot springs that rise here, feeding this natural pool."
Tentatively he suggested, "Sounds like it might be a great place to take a swim-if it's deep enough?"
"It's deep enough," she said, having trouble with her breathing. She glanced up at him, hoping he'd say something more, wondering if he could read her mind.
But Brad was an old hand at the game of love. He'd never let himself forget the earlier days before he broke into movie stardom; times when almost every woman he met hadn't been about to lay for him but had to be carefully seduced. Since then he'd discovered that the kind who had to be seduced still was always the best lay by far.
So he waited. Suddenly Alice whispered breathlessly, "It's a great place for undisturbed skinny-dipping."
Brad's cock had been at half-mast ever since this delectable dish accepted his invitation to dance, instead of brushing him off with some light-hearted remark like she usually did. Now, that quick, that joy-stick got so hard it started aching.
Despite his enviable experience as a cocksman, Brad found himself now having a problem keeping the breathless excitement he suddenly was feeling out of his voice. He murmured, "You must be teasing me, sweetie. I wouldn't dare go skinny-dipping with you, the way you turn me on. I can hardly trust myself around you when we both have all our clothes on. Just being near you has always turned my burners on as high as they'll go."
She just stood there looking up at him. Suddenly he realized she was trembling. He gathered her into his arms, brought his lips down upon hers, thrust the tip of his tongue against her lips; she opened them to him. He thrust his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could make it reach. Her tongue met it eagerly, twining caressingly with it.
Holding her to himself with one arm and hand, he began running his other hand down her back, over her firm, luscious ass, then back upwards. His fingertips came up her side in one long, caressing stroke. Almost to her armpit. But the soft, swelling flesh that marked the roots of her beautiful breast stopped that upward stroke. His fingertips hesitated there a moment, then slowly started outward along the growing swell of her full, ripe breast.
Suddenly she tore her mouth away from his, pushing him away as she gasped, "What about skinny-dipping first?"
"Good idea!" he exclaimed instantly, going along with her whim, wise enough to know that any resistance on his part might well give birth to responding resistance in her. Immediately he added, "How about letting me help you off with your clothing?"
She glanced up at him quickly and found him grinning down at her like a small boy. She asked, coyly, "Would you enjoy doing that?"
He chuckled, exclaiming softly, "If you only know how many times I've dreamed of doing it, you wouldn't have to ask. Actually, I'm convinced I must be dreaming right now. But if I am, please don't wake me up?"
He began slowly unfastening the buttons of her blouse. She was amazed to feel the fingers of his hand trembling.
Suddenly she put one of her hands down and touched the protrusion created by his hard cock straining against the material of his trousers. He gasped softly, then murmured, "Please, please don't ever wake me up!"
At that instant he released the button that let her naked breasts burst free of the blouse and jump out proudly before him; his eyes widened, his admiration unconcealed. He ducked his head forward, burying his face between her luscious tits. He rubbed his face back and forth against them, then began licking and kissing them. Finally he pressed them together between his hands so that he could suck both excited nipples into his mouth.
A little moan of pleasure came out of Alice. She caught his head in her hands, her fingers twining themselves in his hair. She felt droplets of love-juice bursting from the pores of the sensitive skin lining her cunt and vaginal sheath, felt her panties becoming sopping wet with them as those hot juices began drooling from her tingling cunt. It was wild and wonderful and almost frightening, as well; sex with Bob had settled into a pleasantly comfortable pattern years ago. A pattern productive of contentment, of consistently high degrees of satisfaction, but almost entirely lacking in the wild excitement of the unknown, the unanticipated. Those were sexual thrills she'd resigned herself to never experiencing again.
But here with glamorous Brad Richards' hands on her tits, her nipples in his hot mouth being greedily sucked and licked, Alice found her whole being burning up with the same heady kind of wild excitement she'd known years before during the first times Bob made love to her. She felt an overpowering yearning to feel Brad's unfamiliar cock filling her suddenly aching cunt.
Almost frantically Alice dropped her hands from Brad's head to the fastenings on the waist of her Western style saddle pants and tore them open. She hooked both thumbs in the waistband and shucked both saddle pants and panties downward together. She kicked them off her feet, while the big movie star continued slurping away ravenously at her tits. Just that mouth of his on her nipples was nearly driving her out of her mind. A flood of delicious sensation roared through her. It seemed to be constantly building.
Alice jerked her nipples out of his greedy mouth without warning; she wheeled from Brad, sprinted to the edge of the pool, tits swinging wildly, and dove in. She was laughing as she arched through the air toward the warm water. Behind her she heard Brad Richard's protesting yell of frustrated hunger. She felt a thrill of satisfaction; she may have finally let him actually undress her, as he'd done with his longing eyes so many times since they'd first gotten acquainted, but she still had him chasing her, nevertheless.
When Alice surfaced on the far side of the warm pool even the echoes of Brad's yell were gone; the silence of the forest night seemed unbroken, except for the bubbling murmur of the gushing hot springs nearby. Then she caught the distant sound of heavy breathing from the other side of the pool. She clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a delighted chuckle. Being able to steam up a man like Brad until his breathing sounded like that, even across a distance such as the width of that pool, created a responding upward zoom in her own excitement.
A little yelp came out of her as she glimpsed a flash of movement in the shadows across the pool, then saw Brad's naked body launched out into the stronger light over the water. He knifed into the water in a smooth dive. The instant the surface closed over him, Alice was moving, beginning a game of eluding him.
For several minutes both of them were swimming furiously and diving and swimming some more, chasing and being chased, like two frolicking sea otters. When Brad finally caught her, he'd been convinced that he was only able to do it because she finally was allowing him to.
He gathered Alice into his hungry arms, both hands cupping a breast, and hugged her close. His stiff cock was pressed into the crack of her ass like a hot Polish sausage pressed between the two halves of a long bun. He nipped playfully at one of her ears, then whispered breathlessly, "I've dreamed so long about getting a chance to eat your honey-sweet pussy, I just can't believe I'm not dreaming now, too."
Alice wriggled her ass against his cock, pressing it back harder as she wriggled. She teased, "You surprise me, darling, considering all you ate for dinner. Can't you think of anything but eating?"
Brad shoved his penis forward, pressing his stiff cock into the crack of her ass more deeply as he chided, "Most girls get their first orgasm at just the suggestion of having me eat their pussy. You really don't dig me too much, do you, sweetheart?"
Alice bucked her ass backward against him again as she declared, "I just know that having my pussy eaten is only a substitute for the real thing. Only a preliminary that never compares to the real main event."
"I thought most women preferred oral sex!" Brad exclaimed. "Don't tell me the screen's greatest lover has mistaken information about women?"
"If you believe the propaganda about all women being pushovers for oral sex," Alice declared wryly, "so far as I'm concerned you've bought some misinformation. In my opinion, the girls who actually prefer oral sex must be merely a variety of the notorious frigid woman; they've never been lucky enough to get fucked by a man who was lover enough to teach them how great putting a hard cock where it really belongs can be. No tongue ever can be made to compare, either in the amount of sensation it creates or in the amount of satisfaction a girl enjoys, with a hard male cock belonging to a man who really knows how to use it."
"You really amaze me," Brad declared, nuzzling her ear as he dry-fucked the crack of her ass and pulled her nipples with his fingers. "You obviously have never had your sweet pussy eaten by a real expert."
"You're an expert?" Alice asked breathlessly putting one of her own hands down to begin teasing her clitoris as she shoved her ass back invitingly against his dry-fucking.
"I've converted some of Hollywood's most confirmed lesbians to heterosexuality, in my time," Brad declared.
"You call eating a lesbian's pussy converting her to heterosexuality?" Alice demanded. "If a girl was blind, how could she tell the difference between having her cunt licked by another woman or by a man who knew what he was doing? A really heterosexual woman's greatest sexual thrill is feeling the stiff cock of a man she digs buried to its roots in her hot cunt. But that's what a lesbian and any other type of frigid woman fears most. You can't wash that fear out of her by just licking her cunt. You've been kidding yourself, lover man."
Brad made his voice sound rough as he exclaimed, "I think it's time we got something straight between us, baby."
Alice chuckled, "I couldn't have said it better myself!" She reached behind her, gripped his rigid joy-stick and used it like a handle as she led him to the shore.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A hunch prompted Bob Hudson to dance Gloria over near the shadowy corner of the patio where her young husband and Mario Richards seemed to be doing far more talking than dancing. Gloria's head was nestled on Bob's shoulder, the picture of utter bliss and total contentment; she was oblivious to their surroundings, her head filled with memories of the fuckings Bob had given her earlier that day.
She never heard the words that reached Bob's alert ears as Mario told Ransom peevishly, "For God's sake, junior, just because I fucked you and sucked your cock a time or two doesn't mean I'm about to take you on as a steady lover, far less consider divorcing my husband. I gave you a few pointers, but you need one hell of a lot of practice on them before I'd possibly be interested in a rematch. I'm not about to take on a steady job as tutor to a retarded sexual gorilla! Now, do I make myself clear enough? Or am I going to have to hunt up another club to get something through your skull? Huh?"
Ransom protested, "But you said I made it real good for you."
"A smart teacher always tries to build her student's self-confidence," Mario declared. "That doesn't mean she had any intention of going into business with him. Now get lost; there are other men around here I intend to check out and having you underfoot doesn't help."
"Do you enjoy being bitchy?" Ransom demanded.
"I won't try telling you how to play football, muscle head," she snapped, "so don't you try telling me how to be a woman. Huh? Now get lost or I swear I'll stop being nice and do something to really embarrass you."
Ransom stopped all pretense of dancing with her, dropping his hands to his sides as he stepped back. She turned her back on him and walked away quickly. The big football pro stood looking after her like he'd been kicked in the nuts.
Bob Hudson danced Gloria to the other corner of the patio out of Ransom's earshot. When he stopped dancing, Gloria raised her head from his shoulder in surprise, asking rather dazedly, "Did the music stop?"
"The music didn't, but we have," Bob told her. "Your groom just got his teeth kicked in; he needs you."
"But I love you," Gloria pouted. "How could you-."
Bob interrupted, "If you really love me, prove it!"
"Prove it, darling?"
"Get over there to your new husband and make him forget the low blow that Mario Richards bitch just gave him!"
"How could that possibly prove-."
"If Ransom leaves here feeling like he does now, the stories he'll tell about my ranch aren't likely to help my business one bit," Bob cut in on her to declare. "If you really love me, you wouldn't want him spreading bad-mouth stories about me or my ranch. Right?"
"Well-of course not-I guess."
"Then get busy. Do whatever you have to, but get Ransom's mind off the hurt that damned Mario just gave him."
"That'll prove to you how much I really love you?"
"That'll convince me, like nothing else you could possibly do," Bob assured her.
"All right," Gloria said with a toss of her head. "But only because I truly love you."
"Good girl!" Bob said approvingly. "Get in there and make old Ransom happy."
"Only because I truly love you," Gloria repeated as she started toward Ransom who still stood at the other side of the big patio looking forlorn and painfully alone. As she walked away, Bob looked after her, brought both hands up before himself and crossed his fingers hopefully. Then he headed back to mingle with his other guests. As he approached them, his eyes were searching for Alice. He was amazed when he didn't find her immediately; good old Alice was always on the job. She must have stepped into the lodge to see about something.
Ransom jerked as if startled and glanced around at Gloria in surprise when Gloria said, "Hi, there, tall, dark, and handsome. Isn't that our song they're playing?"
Ransom stared at her a moment, his eyes strangely intense. Abruptly he exclaimed, "You're one hell of a lot prettier that that bitch. And years younger, too. Who the hell does she think-." He caught himseelf, belatedly realizing he'd been thinking out loud. Instantly he tired to cover, declaring, "You're beautiful, gorgeous! It there any chance that I could get better acquainted with you?"
Gloria put on a rather sultry look, reminding, "You didn't seem at all that interested in getting better acquainted while we were in our cabin changing for dinner." She didn't add, of course, that had Ransom shown such interest, she'd have fought him off and ran, exactly as she'd been doing before but for an entirely new reason.
"I've been a lunk-headed fool, darling," Ransom admitted quietly. "I've at least learned a few things since this morning."
Gloria frowned, her conscience stabbing her suddenly. "Learned what things?" she asked hesitantly.
"Like why you've run and fought me off and acted scared shitless of me," Ransom told her hurriedly. "I know now it's been my fault entirely."
"It has?" Gloria echoed in amazement at the miraculous change in Ransom.
"You don't have to tell me; I admit it," Ransom declared, as if she had made a statement.
"I had the stupid kid-idea that's how a real he-man was supposed to come on. Like he was a bull going after a stupid cow. Only I know now: that technique may work great on cows but it's damned insanity when a man's out to make love to a beautiful sensitive woman. And darling, there's no woman alive anywhere quite as beautiful as you. Won't you give me another chance?"
Gloria stood staring at Ransom openmouthed. Suddenly all the terrific chemistry that had attracted her to Ransom the very first time she'd laid eyes on him came boiling back to full intensity. In a twinkling of an eye the infatuation created for Bob Hudson by the joyously extended fuckings he'd given her evaporated, leaving behind only the benefit of those experiences.
Gloria extended a hand to Ransom; he took it eagerly. He brought her into his arms and leaned down, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her as hungrily as ever before, but with a strangely restrained new gentleness that amazed her; the old chemistry between them was exactly the same, yet in some important ways Ransom seemed so different. He was letting her tongue overwhelm his, letting her tongue take the full initiative in the twining caresses.
Both of them were breathless when finally their lips parted. Gloria murmured, "Don't we have a cabin around here somewhere, lover man? I want to fuck you!"
It was Ransom's turn to gape in amazement.
But he managed to recover quickly, pulling the slack out of his chin to murmur, "I thought you'd never ask, gorgeous."
The instant their cabin door closed behind them, Gloria turned on Ransom and began unbuttoning his shirt, warning, "You'd just as well relax and enjoy it, big boy, because whether you like it or not, you're going to get fucked!"
Playfully, trying to conceal how thrilled he was by this exciting new responsiveness to him, Ransom promised, "I'll try not to yell too loud if you'll just promise you won't hurt me any more than you've got to."
She pulled his shirt off impatiently and tossed it aside, then attacked his belt, the waistband catch under it, and finally his trouser zipper. She pulled his pants and shorts down together. His excited cock came springing out at her like a jack-in-the-box springing a surprise.
Gloria paused, staring at Ransom's strutting penis as if fascinated, leaving his shorts and pants hanging around his knees. Impulsively she leaned forward abruptly and kissed the tip of it. Ransom's cock jerked and swelled even more with pleased surprise. Behind the rigid penis, its owner jerked too, his belly muscles knotting deliciously with the rush of sensation through them, making him gasp quietly.
Gloria raised her lips; a gleaming droplet of clear fluid popped out of his cock and hung there at the very tip of it where her caressing lips had been. Gloria stuck her tongue out until the tip of it touched the droplet and the droplet flowed to it. She drew it into her mouth, then glanced up at Ransom as she made small, rapid tasting smacks with her lips and tongue before she murmured, "You taste delicious!" Her lips made a kissing gesture at him.
She abruptly straightened, beginning to hurriedly unfasten her own clothing and pull it off as she suggested, "Let's start this beautiful occasion with our first shower together. Okay?"
Ransom's only answer was an eager nod as he began fighting to get his feet out of the boots he was wearing so he could get rid of the trousers and shorts hobbling him around the knees. Both of them were working to get rid of clothing so frantically it might have looked like a race, to a peeping-tom.
Gloria got rid of all her clothing first, despite Ransom's head start. She raced for the bathroom and the shower stall there just as Ransom jerked his feet free of his pants and shorts. He came charging after her.
As Ransom crowded himself through the shower stall doorway, he demanded, "Is this shower really necessary?"
Gloria told him, "Old Chinese proverb say, 'Lovers who often bathe together, often stay together.' "
Ransom thrust a hand into the stream of water she had turned on, testing its temperature, then twisted the shower head away from the wall where she had aimed it as he declared, "Far be it from me to argue with Chinese proverbs. Let the shower begin!" He sent the torrent of water shooting from the shower head spraying over both of them.
Then he picked up the bar of soap from its tray and began soaping Gloria's upper back and shoulders. She was amazed at how gentle his big strong hands were on her body, in contrast to the animalistic impatience he had exhibited during the earlier part of their honeymoon. She wondered if maybe that earlier impatience had all been merely her own warped imagination, if the thorough fucking Bob Hudson had given her simply had eliminated her fears so that now she wasn't misjudging Ransom's actions? She was entirely unaware, of course, of the whack on the head Mario Richards had given him with a club to knock some of the excess eagerness out of him.
Gloria felt like purring when Ransom eased his rigid cock up against the softness of her bottom and began rubbing it back and forth while he lathered up her shoulders with the soap. She started to turn herself to him. He surprised her even more than he already had, gripping her shoulders and stopping her move. He leaned close, nibbled one ear, and murmured, "A little birdie, out in the forest today, told me goodies are always sweetest when you let them sit on a back burner and simmer as long as possible."
Breathlessly she told him, "If I'm only simmering now, sweetheart, you'd better watch out when my burner gets turned up full blast!"
Ransom chuckled and went back to work with the soap. His lathered hands went in under her armpits, his fingertips caressing the very roots of her breasts at their beginning there. Gloria's elbows sprang outward from her sides, opening the area invitingly as if he'd touched a button. The touch of his gentle fingertips, even away back there, had sent lovely waves of sensation shimmering forward into the larger areas of her ripe, luscious tits. Her nipples began aching for the touch of those strong hands of his to keep coming forward. Gloria leaned back against him, grinding her ass against his hard cock's goodness, longing for him to send his hands on forward until a whole excited tit was cupped lovingly in each of them.
Ransom chuckled, as if reading her thoughts. He moved his hands downward along her sides, instead, covering the smooth flesh over her ribs with a coating of rich lather. She ground her ass back against his hardness impatiently, an exasperated little sigh coming sharply out of her. He chuckled again, amazed at his discovery of how much fun it really was to tease a woman, to make her boil with yearning for him, instead of scaring hell out of her by coming at her with a bull-rush.
As for Gloria, she already was starting a trip. Her whole body seemed to be glowing with a feverish electricity of delight. Twenty-four hours earlier she would have put anyone down as an acid-head who tried to tell her Ransom ever could stir up so much delicious sensation within her without ever touching her tits or her cunt. But she couldn't deny what she was feeling now and she was feeling it throughout every cell in her body. Her blood felt like it was becoming liquid fire.
Ransom worked his way downward over her sides and back and points on south until her lovely, curving ass was thoroughly lathered as well as the backs of her legs down to her knees. Then his hands reversed their direction, working back upwards, lathering the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The higher his caressing fingertips moved, the more Gloria's muscles throughout her lower belly knotted and writhed with anticipation.
Abruptly Gloria realized her knees felt like they were turning to rubber and her head was feeling so light she was getting almost giddy. She remembered having had her cunt licked fifty times by various other guys during her college years, yet couldn't remember ever having felt so hot as Ransom had her feeling now without having ever touched one of her real sexual parts. She found herself suddenly wondering if there was any danger of getting so hot she might then not be able to finally trigger off into orgasm? What an agonizingly exquisite, delightfully awful torment a situation like that would be!
His fingers now were lightly brushing against the farthest reaching curls of her pubic muff. Her whole belly began trembling with anticipation. Any second he had to move them a fraction higher, enough to send them caressingly across her asshole and her lower cunt. She was aching for the touch of Ransom's gentle fingertips there. Her cunt felt so hot it seemed impossible to her that it wasn't breathing out visible smoke or steam.
But instead of giving her that stroke she'd worked up such feverish longing for, Ransom suddenly withdrew his hands from her upper thighs entirely, declaring, "Time now to get the front of you lathered up."
"I can't stand any more!" Gloria gasped.
"You mean you haven't been enjoying what I've been doing?" Ransom asked quickly, pretending to misunderstand.
"Are you out of your mind? Asking such a thing!" she demanded, her breath coming and going in sharp gasps.
Ransom moved around in front of her, chuckling. Without warning his hands suddenly clamped gently over her cunt and one finger thrust caressingly into its drooling lips. A low, strangled moan came gusting out of Gloria. She weaved unsteadily upon her feet very close to blacking out before the tidal wave of delicious sensation that came roaring up through her body from her electrified cunt.
Ransom didn't seem to notice. Methodically he began lathering her cunt hair with the same patiently caressing strokes he had used on her back and legs. The difference was, however sensitive the flesh of Gloria's back and legs had been, it had been about as insensitive as a board compared to the sensitivity in her excited cunt. She grabbed the hair of her head, winding her fingers into it desperately, certain the billowing pressure of sensation within her was going to blast the top of her head right off. She felt herself melting into a mindless blob of seething sensation. What really amazed her was that she hadn't blasted off yet on the wildest, longest, hardest orgasm of her entire life. Was she never to be given any release from this mind-blowing hurricane of sensation?
Suddenly Ransom's caressing hands were gone from Gloria's blazing cunt. Her eyes popped open in alarm, words of protest ready to come tumbling from her lips. Then she realized his enchanted hands were merely moving on higher, gently spreading the bubbling trail of lather upward over her lower belly. But he had left her cunt burning with impatience to feel his electrifying touch again.
Gloria bit back her words of protest, her fiery impatience shot through with tingling delight. She'd never before experienced so much delicious sensation at any one time without having the head blown off of it by blasting off into orgasm. But this time her safety valve seemed to have been tied shut; the pressure of sensation became more and more intense, beyond anything she ever had experienced, yet it just went on building even more, without the relief of a single orgasm. It was excruciating anguish blended with exquisite pleasure.
Her breasts were suddenly burning again as Ransom's caressing hands spread the lather higher and nearer. Anticipation cracked through them like an electric charge. Her eager nipples thrust outward like tiny, rigid penises, as if each of them was straining to attract attention first. Again she felt that charge of anticipation skyrocketing the intensity of the tidal waves of sensation within her.
Then Ransom's fingertips were caressing the sides of Gloria's full, firm breasts. She moaned, her eyelids almost closing, her head tipping back as if her neck was too weak to hold it upright. He began drawing those gently caressing fingertips forward slowly along the swelling flesh of her breasts.
The closer his fingers approached to her nipples, the higher towered the roaring waves of sensation shaking her. Suddenly she thrust one of her own hands into her crotch and began frantically caressing her achingly rigid clitoris. Her hips began involuntarily making thrusting movements against her caressing hand. Her power of conscious thought seemed almost wiped out by the swirling torrent of incredibly intense sensation, yet something somewhere within her clamored for her to do something to trigger an orgasm that would bring relief.
As if to help her, Ransom's fingers closed at last upon Gloria's aching nipples and pulled them gently. It was like pulling both triggers on a double-barreled shotgun! Gloria blasted off with an anguished scream.
Ransom lifted her, bringing her body against his. In an act of blind instinct, her legs wrapped around him and she began frantically grinding her cunt against him. He let her settle downward. Suddenly even through the swirling daze of her orgasm, Gloria felt the deliciousness of her new husband's hard cock slipping into her pulsating cunt for the very first time.
The fresh flood of intense sensation seemed to trigger a fresh orgasm before her first double-barreled trip was even half burned out; it was like the second-stage of a space rocket going off inside her already pulsating cunt. Those furious pulsations became even more frantic, sending a scream tearing up out of her throat that sounded like she was being murdered. She felt herself teetering deliciously right on the fine edge of a plunge into black nothingness, her senses threatening to burn out with the continuing overload of sensation.
Ransom watched her writhing upon the stiff cock he'd buried to its roots in her cunt, and was almost frightened. She really seemed to have flipped her wig. He'd never in his life before sent a girl on a trip that had her carrying on half this crazy. He wasn't sure whether to feel proud of himself or alarmed.
He sidled out of the shower stall, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass to help her legs locked around him support her weight. He hurried to the bed and rolled himself upon it with her on top. Mindless as Gloria seemed, she instantly caught her weight on her knees and hands and continued thrusting her ravenous pussy at him as if trying to make it swallow up his cock permanently.
Ransom decided no permanent damage had been done to Gloria's mind, judging by the way she was still able to adapt instantly to changed conditions and continue to function as effectively as ever. His concern about her faded before a rising tide of excitement within him. It seemed fantastic to him how she had responded to him, and so far as he knew the whole reason for the marked change was his change of tactics. He found himself feeling thankful to Mario Richards, despite the way she'd wounded his ego when she turned bitchy on the patio; he felt now the knot she'd put on his head with her club that morning was a real treasure, the beginning of several priceless discoveries. Like this response of Gloria to him now which stirred greater excitement within him than anything he'd experienced in his whole life. Being able to turn her on this way gave his ego such a boost he felt like giving out with a rooster crow.
Except that right then he was too busy moaning with the pleasure of his electrified sensations to do any crowing. He gathered Gloria's lovely tits into his hands, brought them together, and sucked both hard nipples into his mouth hungrily. No other woman's tits had ever tasted so great to him. Of course when a fellow made love like a bull, rushed a woman like she was his victim instead of his partner, he didn't spend much time tasting titties. The bull type got his fucking finished and done with too fast to ever enjoy such fine points. Ransom realized the way he'd always done his fucking before Mario decked him with that club, he'd already been in Gloria's cunt longer than it would have taken him to come three times; three times on three separate occasions. No wonder girls had seldom ever come back to him for a return match. He'd thought he was being a real bull of a he-man when actually he'd been only a big dimwitted Peter Rabbit.
The wave after wave of sensation Ransom felt rising through his lower belly as Gloria kept on hammering his cock into her greedy cunt had him feeling out of this world. He was licking and sucking and gulping at her tits as if trying to swallow them, muffled moans and groans slipping out of his tit-filled mouth regularly. The way it went on and on and kept building steadily in intensity was fantastically delicious. That morning he'd thought Mario's educated pussy had to be the greatest pussy in the whole world, but here tonight he'd discovered his own little Gloria's pussy was a thousand times greater. He bucked and twisted under her harder, trying to meet her every furious thrust.
Suddenly Gloria screamed again. It was the most exciting sound Ransom had ever heard. He felt his cock swelling even bigger and stretching longer deep within her fiery cunt. He felt a furious storm of pulsations begin in the muscles throughout her entire cunt. It sent his own cargo of sensation zooming; it became an overwhelming tidal wave that caught him up and seemed to be sweeping and tumbling him toward the edge of blackness. His reeling senses lost all track of everything else.
Then he felt himself exploding, felt his whole being sucked toward the relentless pump that had started spraying his essence out through the head of his cock. Distantly he heard someone yelling as if he were being killed, then vaguely realized the voice he heard was his own. The excruciatingly delicious sensation went on and on and on, just as that anguished yell did. In all his life, Ransom never had experienced anything that even approached the awful goodness of this.
When he finally came back from his trip, he found Gloria sitting reared back straight above him. Her cunt still had a loving grip on his cock, which he felt beginning to wilt. She was giggling as she looked down at him with all the love in the world in her merry eyes.
Ransom tried weakly to raise his hands pleadingly toward her lovely tits, now raised away from him and out of reach. Breathlessly, merrily Gloria scolded, "You were trying to gobble my poor girls right off me; I had to take them away from that mouth and those hands of yours or get them bitten and clawed off of me ... you sex maniac!"
The merry way she said it took away all sound of real reproach from her words. But Ransom said contritely, "I'm sorry, sweetie. That sweet cunt of yours sent me so high and so far out, I really didn't know a thing I was doing except coming and coming and coming some more."
"I really made it good for you?" she asked eagerly.
"If it'd been any better-." Ransom broke off, shaking his head.
Gloria bent forward over him suddenly, planting her hot lips on his for a long, long, loving kiss. When she raised her lips from his, she exclaimed breathlessly, "You must be the greatest lover in the whole world, darling! You must've made me come at least half a dozen times to the one time I made you come. If you'd made it any better for me, I'd be dead. I just couldn't have stood it. You are the world's greatest lover man."
"Have you tried all the others?" Ransom teased.
Instantly Gloria put on an air of mystery, murmuring, "That's for me to know ... and for you never to find out!"
Smiling, Ransom told her, "I wouldn't waste time trying. Just as long as you think I'm the greatest, that's all that really matters!"
Gloria leaned down for another kiss. He gathered her into his big arms possessively but tenderly. The young Mr. and Mrs. Ransom Farnsworth finally were truly married. The help Bob Hudson and Mario Richards had given to make that possible, probably would never be mentioned.
CHAPTER NINE
Rene Dixson felt surprise that bordered on amazement rushing through her. With that surprise went rushing the most delicious wave of sensation she'd enjoyed in months. Perhaps even in years. She realized she was fucking someone. She was on her hands and knees over him, her arms and legs feeling treacherously unsteady from all the liquor she'd downed after dinner because Maynord had refused to dance, insisting he wanted to just sit and watch the others. Had he been stricken by his conscience about the way he'd been treating her, so brought her back here to their cabin to do something to try to make it up to her? Because he'd also refused to fuck her for months. But it was so dark Rene's dim eyes couldn't make out the face of the man under her on the bed, the man whose delicious cock she'd been furiously driving in and out of her achingly hungry cunt when her first flash of full consciousness returned.
Then more memory began filtering back as she kept right on fucking steadily, as if trying to make up for lost time. She remembered that good-looking Pete Edwards had asked her to dance. She'd accepted quickly. She remembered how shamelessly she'd plastered herself up against Edwards as they danced, hoping she might be able to make Maynord jealous.
Her search through those most recent memories was stopped short by a tremendous surge of sensation that went blasting through her. She realized belatedly that the man on the bed under her was gobbling greedily at her tits. For a woman of her nearly sixty years, those breasts had retained their luscious feminine fullness and firmness surprisingly well, but even when they'd first married, ten such long years ago, Maynord never had touched them. For that matter, come to think of it, Maynord even at the very first never had let her have the upper position during sex, never had allowed her to enjoy that feeling of freedom and greater control over him. She'd been so madly in love with him ... or had it been his youthful vigor and vitality she'd been so in love with? ... she'd forgiven his frequent lack of consideration. But this man licking and sucking and struggling under her here now seemed to be enjoying fucking her as Maynord never had.
An explosion of excitement rushed through her, multiplying her floods of sensation as she realized this had to be a stranger so joyously fucking her. Suddenly she was burning up with passion of such intensity as she had never known since she was a teen-age girl. Inside her hungry cunt something else exploded. She screamed as excruciating pulsations of her first orgasm in nearly ten years shook her whole being deliciously.
In that instant her senses reeled again, her consciousness almost slipping away, almost drowned in voluptuously heightened sensation this time instead of in alcoholic numbness. Even as she was reveling in the full delights of the flooding sensations, she found herself hardly able to believe it really was happening and wasn't just a beautfiul dream out of which she would awaken to the fresh disappointments of reality. It was something like finding a beautiful spring of sweet water in the desert after she'd given up all hope and accepted the inevitability of dying from thirst. She felt hotly gloriously, passionately, lovingly alive!
As if frantic to keep it from ever ending, Rene clung to the tag-ends of her consciousness and kept fucking her unidentified lover furiously. Her first fantastic orgasm began fading and her fuller consciousness returned. She realized with delight that the man whose stiff cock she had been milking at with her cunt had started moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying excruciating pleasure of his own.
That joyous discovery shot a towering wave of fresh excitement through her. So close behind that it seemed almost part of it came the delicious awareness of an impending new explosion on the very verge of eruption deep within her. Then the fresh storm of excruciating orgasmic sensation roared over her, blotting out all awareness of anything except its awful yet indescribably wonderful fury. She seemed to hear faintly someone screaming in the far, far distance.
But she ignored the cry, undisturbed by the sound of anguish in it, oblivious to everything except the mindless compulsion she felt to keep fucking. Regardless of anything else, Rene felt compelled to keep fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking. How exquisitely delicious it felt! How youthful, how totally revived, how virginally passionate her cunt felt.
The electric-like charge of excitement within her seemed to generate fresh intensity the longer her orgasm lasted, causing her to come and come and come and continue to come more and more until the sensations became so excruciatingly intense she felt any more would blow her mind completely; she found herself powerless to stop. Powerless to even ease off. She kept hammering her famished cunt at her unidentified lover so hard their bellies came together with applauding claps. But her ears were deaf to it, closed by the roaring of her own superheated blood rushing through her head, just as it was thundering through all the rest of her straining body.
When that orgasm finally tapered off and ended, Rene's whole body was drenched with perspiration, her arms and legs felt as if they'd turned to jelly unable to support her weight. She started to sag downward to rest her body upon the body of her unknown lover, but an anguished cry of protest stopped her, pleading, "Keep fucking, keep fucking! Please, baby doll, keep fucking! I'm almost there, sweetie! I'm almost-I'm-I'm Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
A fantastic rebirth of full strength roared through Rene, powered by the excitement of her partner's response. She began fucking again with restored vigor, riding her partner joyously as he bucked and struggled furiously under her while gobbling at her tits as greedily as before. In the depths of her cunt she felt that delicious knob at the end of his hardness swell even more, then begin to jerk mightily, delightfully, with furious pulsations as he exploded. She felt a blasting jet of his hot come-juice splatter against her sensitive inner tissues, followed by the tinglingly delicious impact of another splattering jet and another and another.
A responding resurgence of excitement billowed up within her. An instant later she was off and screaming again on a shuddering new orgasm, more excruciatingly intense than either of her earlier ones, impossible as that had seemed to her moments before. This time she lost all track of everything. Nothing else existed except her hungry cunt milking away furiously at that deliciously pulsating male hardness filling it. That was all there was. That and the roaring fury of sensation generated in her cunt by that shuddering cock as it struggled in it. The storm of swirling passion seemed to rage on endlessly; she hoped desperately it would never end, in one remote corner of her mind still not completely blanked out by the raging flames of sensation.
When that long storm finally passed, Rene collapsed upon her partner. The sweat of their superheated bodies flowed together and became one, just as their sexual juices had done in Rene's thirsty cunt. For a moment she just lay there panting, too weak to move.
Then she realized he was panting as hard as she was, but having to struggle to draw enough breath because of her added weight upon him. A feeling of great tenderness and concern for him went through her because of the gift of indescribable pleasure he had lavished upon her. She struggled to roll off of him. The sweat-drenched flesh of their bellies had stuck together as if vulcanized, holding her to him. He began struggling under her, trying to help. Together they turned, coming to rest upon their sides, still firmly coupled by his slowly wilting cock in the grip of her cunt as well as by the sticking skin of their bellies.
Tenderly Rene whispered, "Who are you, darling? You've given me the most wonderful fucking of my entire life, and I've known a real man or two in my time. Who are you?"
"I'm a guy who's just enjoyed about the best piece of ass of his entire life," responded a voice that seemed vaguely familiar, yet was not well enough known by her to identify. Fresh thrills shot through her when he added, "You're pretty terrific, baby. That cunt of yours is the greatest! I never have been in a cunt that fit me quite so much like a finely tailored glove as yours does. You are really something else!"
Teasingly she gave her cunt a little thrust at him, declaring, "You talk awfully sweet, but your cock doesn't seem all that excited about me.
"Then turn my cock loose and I'll put my tongue where my cock is," her unseen lover proposed. "I'd love to kiss and lick and suck that cunt of yours anyhow. It ought to really be delicious, as full of love-honey as it must be right now."
He made a tentative movement, a question offered in body language, asking what she was going to do. She reluctantly released the grip of her cunt upon his softening cock. He moved more. Their bellies suddenly came apart with a smacking sound.
As he moved on away toward the edge of the bed, she reminded quietly, "You still haven't told me who you are, lover."
He turned back, caught Rene by her legs, turned her upon the bed and pulled her ass over to the edge of the mattress as he murmured, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, sweets; there'll be time a-plenty later to turn on the lights. You might not like my looks in the light as well as you do here in the darkness; why take the risk of spoiling it?"
Then he was down on his knees beside the bed, his lips beginning to kiss their way downward along her right inner thigh. He had lifted her feet and hooked the heels on the edge of the mattress with her upraised knees spread wide apart. So his downward moving kisses were bringing his mouth closer and closer to Rene's suddenly quivering cunt. Her ass jumped, startled, when she suddenly felt his finger touch that cunt, hot, super-sensitive with anticipation. He checked the finger's movement, giving her a moment, then thrust it in and drew it out of her pussy several times.
Rene's ass jumped again with fresh startlement at the touch of that finger on her asshole an instant after he withdrew it from her cunt. A soothing murmur came from him, urging, "Just relax and trust me. If you've never had this done to you before, try it once, at least, before you make up your mind."
He began working the slippery juices from Rene's cunt into her tight asshole. She struggled not to flinch, not to draw away from his touch on that sensitive button of puckered flesh. "Just relax and trust me," he repeated reassuringly.
Rene tried to relax the muscles that pulled her asshole tightly shut. Suddenly she felt his caressing finger with its slippery coating sliding through the ring of those muscles, thrusting inside her rectum. Involuntarily she clamped down harder with the muscles than before she'd tried relaxing them, but too late; his finger was inside her up to at least the second joint. She gasped, some alarm at the unknown mingled with the sudden rise of sensation that finger had started creating.
Then she felt his thumb thrusting gently into her pussy; the rise of new sensation multiplied. Inside her that thumb and fingertip came together, separated only by a thin wall of membrane. But it seemed to be membrane rich in nerves because the sensation began to become fantastic as thumb and fingertip began caressing it.
The new experience had Rene so distracted she was taken completely unawares when his hot mouth closed over her cunt and his tongue went licking deep into her; she uttered a gasping scream, then bit it off as abruptly as she'd raised it. The combination of what he was doing to her with thumb and finger in her asshole and cunt, plus what he started doing to her cunt with his lips and tongue sent a tidal wave of sensation sweeping through her that was unlike anything she'd ever felt. It was a different kind of experience from the storm of passion she'd just been through, stirred up by his cock in her cunt. The sensations were different. Excitingly delicious, but different.
Rene groaned and put a hand down toward her crotch. Her hand searched for, then found his head. He had a full head of hair. Curly hair, like handsome Pete Edwards' hair. She'd noticed what nice hair he had when she first started dancing with him, before she'd had enough drinks to cause everything to begin blurring together into a swirling fog that blotted out all such details.
Rene's fingers fastened in the curly hair caressingly. A melting sensation of love flowed through her. Pete Edwards had to be at least ten years younger than her Maynord; that was why she'd hoped his invitation to dance might make Maynord jealous. But it seemed fantastically impossible that a man that young would find her sexually attractive.
Just then her mouth moved upward and closed, sucking and licking, upon her tingling clitoris. Rene thought she was going to die from the rush of sensation that added to all the other. Then his free hand was up at one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger closing upon the excited nipple, giving it a caressing roll between them and then a pull, followed by another squeezing roll back and forth between them. That sent her growing tide of sensation soaring even higher, making the muscles of her throat constrict until she felt like she might be right on the verge of strangling, she became so breathless.
She felt so filled with sensations coming from so many sources there seemed no place left in her for breath. The finger and thumb were still relentlessly caressing inside her asshole and cunt. The lips and tongue were turning the rigid shaft of her clitoris into a molten rod of fire. And the thumb and finger caressing her excited nipple were spraying fresh fuel on that fire.
Rene felt indescribably exquisite, relentlessly agonizing pressure swelling and straining within her. She had to have relief. It felt so delicious she'd die if she didn't get relief. Her belly swelled, almost as if she was months pregnant, with the intense inner pressure. Her head began tossing back and forth frantically. Both her hands flew up to clutch and writhe in her own hair. Her face became a contorted mask of agonizing tension. A scream tore its way up through the constricted passage of her throat.
She felt herself explode, somewhere deep within. Another scream followed the first, sounding even more strained, more desperate. A third followed the second and it wavered on and on, endlessly, as Rene struggled in the grip of the fantastically intense orgasm. Her cunt bucked and pulsated against her lover's mouth as her body writhed upon the bed.
The mouth and tongue and fingers were relentless, their caresses continued without letup. Rene's first orgasm finally began to taper off slightly. Before it could come to an end and her straining muscles be given at least momentary rest, he abruptly sent thumb and finger stroking deeper into her cunt and asshole, touching some until then untouched center of sensitivity. Rene found herself blasting off into the furious pulsations of a fresh orgasm before the other one had ended.
It was exquisite anguish. She seemed like a yo-yo on an orgasmic string on which she flowed up and down but could never escape. Six, seven, eight, nine times she came. Her voice was growing hoarse from screaming.
Finally she came back from her latest trip to discover that mouth and those fingers no longer were caressing her, no longer had a fresh charge of sensation ready to explode within her and send her right back into orgasm. She lay panting, her breath coming in and out of her in wheezing gasps. Her whole body seemed to be trembling with reaction to the furious exertions it had been subjected to for such a prolonged session.
But she was amazed to find deep within her cunt a hunger to be filled by and to grip the goodness of a hard cock, a hunger to be fucked after all that oral activity. She whispered, "Sweetheart, that was out of this world, but I want something better, now."
"Something better?" her still unidentified lover asked, sounding startled or amazed or perhaps some of both.
"You've had time to get a new hard-on, haven't you?" she murmured.
Still sounding surprised, he exclaimed, "Why, yes-as a matter-of-fact. The way you've been carrying on has been erotic as hell; I've got a real beaut of a hard."
Rene struggled, pulling herself back farther on the bed, turning herself lengthwise of it. She whispered, "Put it in me? Please, lover?"
His chuckle came to her through the darkness, then he was-climbing upon the bed, carefully moving into position between her legs. He murmured, "You really are something else, sweetie. I've worn out girls one-third your age with less than half as much loving as I've given you. But you're still begging me for more. You're really something else."
She murmured, "Before you start again, will you switch on the nightstand lamp; let me see who's fucking me this time? Or would it ruin it for you, having to look down at me?"
"Don't talk nonsense, sweetie!" he exclaimed. "You're a beautiful woman! Ripe, mature, luscious and marvelously exciting."
The lamp blazed suddenly, casting its soft glow upon Pete Edwards' handsome face as he finished speaking. He looked down at Rene, smiling, then contritely admitted, "I took advantage of you, sweetheart. You were so looped you didn't know what I was up to when I brought you here."
Rene raised a hand, let her fingertips wander over the contours of his strong face caressingly, almost in awe. "Why did you do it?" she asked finally.
"I like sexual variety," Pete told her frankly. "I've been sizing you up. I thought you looked like you ought to be a great piece of ass. And boy! Was I ever right? You just might be the best fuck I've ever had. You seem to appreciate everything a man tries to do for you so much, it's fantastic how erotic you make a simple fuck."
Rene gave him a loving smile, teasing, "Talk, talk, talk! All I get is talk. A man who really meant what you've been telling me wouldn't go on wasting-." She broke off in a long, pleasure filled, moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" as Pete sent his hard cock shooting into her slippery cunt. A long, shuddering sigh of delicious contentment came wavering out of her. Then she began wriggling her ass and shooting it up off the bed to meet his thrusting cock as he began driving it in and out of her.
As the sensation began building, as Pete's tempo began picking up, Rene murmured, "Your beautiful mouth was wonderful on my pussy, sweetheart-but nothing-no thing, no tongue, no lips, no substitute, nothing is as delicious to my cunt as your hard cock filling it.
I hadn't realized how much I've really missed having a good sex life."
"What's wrong with your husband?" Pete asked, looking surprised. "He stupid or impotent?"
"Neither one-I don't think. Of course he could be impotent and I'd never know. But I think the only real problem is he hasn't room in himself to love anything or anyone except his airline."
"And himself?" Pete suggested.
"Perhaps," Rene agreed. "But I think he'd probably sacrifice even himself for that airline. So maybe I'm at least partly responsible; it's been my money that built his airline. My money and his drive. But what can I do now?"
"Swing, baby, swing!" Pete exclaimed as he hammered his cock into Rene's cunt with growing enthusiasm as the pressures of growing sensations mounted steadily within him.
"Swing?" Rene frowned, obviously puzzled.
"My wife and I are confirmed swappers," Pete nodded in tempo with his thrusts into her pussy. "We both have an appetite for sexual variety. We don't enjoy a steady diet of the same kind of food or drink, regardless of how great they are. And in exactly the same way, we don't dig the monotonous drag of sexual monogamy. We regularly exchange partners with other married couples we know and enjoy being with. It's brightened up our whole outlook on life. Instead of dulling down into a monotonous drag, our whole life has become a continuous blast since we started switching a few years ago. It's called swinging. We're dedicated swingers. You'd ought to try it. You've got a great natural aptitude for it, believe me, sweetie!"
Rene murmured, "It sounds a little shocking at first-but I'd like that better than sneaking around to carry on an affair. But I doubt if Maynord would agree. If he doesn't-can a girl swing alone?"
Pete chuckled. "No problem. I'll give you some phone numbers right in your own hometown. Your talent's been going to waste far too long. My friends will appreciate it as much as I do. Believe me!"
CHAPTER TEN
Rene Dixson's unsteady exit from the patio on Pete Edwards' arm did not go unnoticed by her husband, Maynord; few things did. He'd also noticed how many drinks she'd poured down herself, so had a good idea how intoxicated she must be.
But if Pete Edwards had ideas about fucking her, Maynord silently wished him well. If some other man could only get old Rene hooked on his cock and pictures could be gotten, perhaps he'd be able to cut loose from the old nag. Without having to cough up all the money she'd handed over for him to invest in things he'd needed to keep his airline growing, that is. She was only so much excess damned baggage, so far as he was concerned, if she stuck to her damned ultimatum about refusing to pull any more money out of other investment areas to make it available for his airline's needs.
The instant Rene was out of sight, his refusal to dance became pointless. Maynord stood up and moved out among the dancing couples.
The chic fashion designer, Helene Delon, had taken his eye the first time he'd seen her. He noticed now how bored she looked as she danced with her faggy husband. He moved in on them and tapped Jamison on the shoulder as he announced, "Cutting in!"
Jamison snapped, "What's been keeping you?" and handed Helene over to Maynord as if relieved to have her taken off his hands. Helene perked up noticeably as she came into Maynord's arms.
A sudden inspiration flashed through Maynord's mind. He asked Helene, "Do you enjoy flying?"
"Depends on the weather and the pilot," she said matter-of-factly.
He glanced at the sky, then back at her, declaring, "You couldn't hope for better weather than we've got tonight. And money can't hire a better pilot than the guy who flies my private plane."
"Where've you been keeping him?" Helene asked in surprise. "I don't remember seeing him. Who is he?"
Maynord gave her a rather wry smile. "Me."
Helene smiled, then cracked, "If you only had a little self-confidence, Mr. Dixson, you might turn yourself into a big success one day."
Straight-faced Maynord said, " I know. But I am working on it. If you don't believe me, look at my record against the German Luftwaffe. I've been working at it a long time. What do you say? My plane's at the ranch landing strip. It's a beautiful night for flying ... or any other kind of adventure that may take your fancy."
Helene tipped her head to one side, her knowing eye giving him a long, speculative study. Finally she nodded, murmuring, "The part about adventure appeals to me."
An hour later they were flying at fifteen thousand feet. A few scattered specks of light winked up at them from ranches and a couple of small towns far below. Helene looked as thrilled and bright eyed as she handled the controls from the seat on the right side of the cockpit as a schoolgirl out on her first date taking her first lesson at the steering wheel of his car. But each time the plane encountered a small pocket of rough air, she tended to wrestle the controls as if her efforts alone would keep them aloft.
Each time it happened, Maynord told her patiently, "Don't sweat it. This baby can fly itself through worse stuff than that. Relax and enjoy it."
"That's what the big girls used to tell me I ought to do if rape ever seemed inevitable," Helene cracked.
"I've always thought it was best that way, even if rape wasn't inevitable," Maynord replied wryly, watching her narrowly. "Just in case the surroundings up here strike your fancy as being romantic, that couch back there in my executive lounge folds out into a first rate bed."
Helene gave him a bright-eyed glance, then murmured, "What a place to get laid! It'd be a real first for me. Why didn't you bring a copilot? As much imagination as you seem to use about almost everything else, I can't understand how you came to slip up on that. Unless I really just don't appeal to you and you're only being nice, suggesting something you know I can't take you up on."
Maynord chuckled, unfastened his seatbelt, got up and went back to the cabin. A couple of minutes later returned, quietly announcing, "The bed's ready."
Helene jerked around, giving him a big stare, then exclaimed, "You aren't kidding!"
"Of course not. But if you were-."
She interrupted, demanding, "But what about the plane? You can't really mean it'll fly itself?"
"It has an autopilot that'll fly it as safely as a man can for hours when the air's as smooth as it is tonight," he told her. "Go on back and get your clothes off-unless you were only kidding about wanting the adventure."
Helene suddenly had a breathless look of excitement. She grabbed the release on her seatbelt suddenly. As she slipped by him, heading for the cabin, she murmured, "Don't forget to put the cat out and leave a note for the milkman."
Maynord slapped her approvingly on the ass, drawing a giggling gasp from her. Then she ducked out the cockpit doorway into the cabin beyond reach. Chuckling, he checked his instruments quickly, then locked in the autopilot.
When he returned to the cabin, Helene was already in bed, the sheets held up modestly over her naked breasts. She frowned and said anxiously, "I hope you understand I don't do anything like this with just any man who comes along? As modern women go, I'm usually pretty proper."
Maynord shrugged, "Don't sweat it. We're both adults. You aren't forcing me. I don't see any problem."
"That's because you're not a woman," she told him. "Most people don't give a second thought about a man who indulges himself in this kind of an adventure. But those same people are still inclined to talk about a woman who does the exact same kind of thing. And a lot of men talk big about how much they believe in sexual equality, but they say dirty things behind a woman's back who merely does the same things they think are perfectly all right for them and other men to do. So please pardon me if I can't help feeling nervous."
Maynord had been methodically removing his clothes while they talked. Now he was down to his shorts. He suggested, "Maybe you'd be less nervous if you turned off the lights and looked out the window at the stars and things."
Helene turned the lights off, letting darkness flood through the cabin. Darkness diluted only by starlight coming through the windows. She looked out the nearest window, then murmured, "I can't believe this is actually happening. So beautiful. So fantastically wild."
Just then she felt the bed give as Maynord's weight came upon it. She glanced around. He was watching her expectantly, she found. Instead of stretching out beside her, he waited upright on his knees as if poised for action.
Helene patted the bed beside her invitingly, then turned the top edge of the sheet back a little on his side, a clear suggestion that he get under with her. But he seemed blind to such subtlety. Rather impatiently he said, "Well, why don't you get your legs open so I can get between them and get on with this?"
A low chuckle of astonishment came out of Helene, then she murmured, "You've got to be kidding?"
"Kidding about what?" he demanded. "We both took our clothes off without anyone forcing either of us to. We've both gotten into this bed with just one thing in mind: to fuck. So what's to kid about? Let's fuck."
"You really aren't kidding!" she exclaimed in amazement.
"I don't get all this stall about kidding," he declared with unconcealed impatience.
"For your information," Helene said slowly, enunciating very clearly as if explaining something to a small child or a moron, "I got into this bed to be made love to."
"That's what I just said; to fuck," he said sharply.
"No that's not what you just said!" she corrected, her tone taking on a similar sharpness. "You hop into bed and with no preliminaries throw a fuck into a whore or a call girl. Making love is an entirely different matter. Even when it winds up with a fuck, it's an entirely different kind of a fuck than a whore or a call girl ever gets. Entirely different!"
"You've got bats in your belfry, woman!" Maynord exclaimed. "How can one fuck be entirely different from another fuck? A fuck's a fuck, and it don't make a damned bit of difference if the woman's fat or skinny, old or young, black or white, brown, yellow or red, one fuck's just exactly like another. Now do you want to fuck or don't you? If you've changed your damned mind, just say-."
Helene cut him off, declaring sharply, "You're either the stupidest man I ever got involved with, or the most abysmally ignorant about women and about making love to women. If you knew as little about flying as you seem to know about being a lover, you couldn't even get a kid's kite off the ground."
"The hell you say!" Maynord exclaimed. "Well it's damned strange I've never had any complaints before!"
"You think so?" she challenged. "Do you really think so? How many women have you ever fucked who were in any position to complain?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"If a woman had married you before she got introduced to your technique in the bedroom, she probably loved you and was afraid to complain for fear of hurting your overinflated ego. So she might never complain. And unless I miss my guess, all the other women you've ever fucked have been either employees, stewardesses or office employees-or call girl types. None of them would dare complain. So you've never learned a thing about making love. You still go about it like an overgrown, clodhopping country hick who firmly believes every woman is just panting for a chance to get fucked. You may believe you're being very generous just to throw a fast fuck into her. Right?"
"Sounds a hell of a lot nearer to being right than the shit you've been spreading!"
"You think so, huh? Well let me tell you something, flyboy," Helene snapped straight back at him, "it takes one hell of a lot more study and training and insight and practice to turn a man into a great lover than is ever required to turn him into a great pilot. And a hell of a lot fewer men ever make the grade as lovers than do as pilots. Because pilots get washed out and grounded when they foul up half as bad trying to fly as most of them regularly foul up trying to act like a he-man and lover."
"Where the hell do you get off with coming on like such an expert when you're married to that fag you've got for a husband?" Maynord snapped.
"You run your airline and I'll run my career, if you don't mind!" Helene snapped. "Jamison happens to be as important to my career as your wife and her money have been to your airline."
"What the hell do you know about that?" Maynord demanded in a huff, as if she'd been snooping into strictly private matters.
"Don't kid yourself, Little Boy Blue," Helene advised coolly. "Everyone knows the most you'd have might be a crop dusting plane, or something of that kind, if it hadn't been for your wife's millions. Other people aren't as stupid as you seem to think. Everyone knows how you've gotten where you are. And from what I'm finding out, your poor wife's gotten about the worst damned gypping any woman ever got. She hasn't even gotten a good lover for all the money she's invested in you."
Maynord sat there on his knees and heels looking like she'd slapped him across the face with a sock full of wet shit. He blinked his eyes hard several times. The irritation and anger in those eyes had changed to an expression of puzzled thoughtfulness. Finally he said, "You really mean what you've been telling me."
Helene assured him, "You're damned right I mean it! Every word, and a lot more. Why?"
"No woman's ever talked to me like that before."
"And I've told you why. Not many women will talk that way to a man they love; it's easier just to become a frigid wife. And damned few girls whose paycheck depends on staying in your good graces would risk even suggesting such a thing. And professional whores want you to fuck fast and get it over with, because down deep they hate your guts for using them the way you do. So who does that leave to tell you such things? Only your friends. And my guess is, you've damned few if any friends you're on a fucking basis with."
"I've got damned few friends, period," Maynord admitted. "I've always been too busy building my business to have much time for hanky-panky of any kind. Especially not with any woman I considered to really be a friend."
Helene shook her head in wonder, declaring, "It always amazes me how many men spend their whole life fucking their enemies, instead of ever learning how to make love to their friends. What a waste!"
Again Maynord looked at her thoughtfully before he finally said, "I have a strange feeling you may be right."
"Of course I'm right!"
Hesitantly Maynord asked, "But what-can a man do about it?"
"Make some of the right kind of friends," Helene said, then chuckled abruptly. She added, "And most important be man enough to forget his damned ego and admit he's almost totally ignorant in this one vital area of life and ask for some help learning what he needs to learn: how to really make love to a woman, how to become a real lover."
Again Maynord was silent for a moment. Then he asked, "Would you feel inclined to become my-friend?"
"I'm up here in this flying bedroom with you, aren't I?" Helene asked lightly. Quickly she added, "But not because I'm just panting with eagerness to get fucked, like you seemed to think. But because you looked to me like an interesting man who might become an interesting and enjoyable friend. If a little lovemaking got mixed into the friendship occasionally, that'd simply be frosting on the cake. Dig?"
A wry grin suddenly erased the sober tension in Maynord's angular, strong-jawed face as he nodded, exclaiming, "Dig!" Then he asked, "So how does an overgrown, clodhopper country hick go about becoming a lover?"
"For starters," Helene said, reaching a hand out to take his nearest hand in her warm grasp, "you discard all your old ideas and get some new ones fixed in your head. Like the fact that all women want most in life to be loved. Women give their sexual favors in the hope of getting love in return. Men are supposed to give a woman some love in return for the sexual favors she gives. But they almost always need the loving in generous amounts first and foremost. Got it?"
Maynord said, "That's not the way the big boys told things when I was a kid in country school and later in our small town high school-but I'll take your word on that being the true picture. So what do I do about it?"
"Use your imagination, just like you've used it in building your business from scratch," Helene directed. "Make me feel loved. Act like you enjoy touching me. Caress me. Kiss me. Nibble me. Run your fingertips over my whole body. Explore me. Feel my breasts. Kiss my breasts. Taste them. Lick them. Nibble my nipples. Suck them. Run the tip of your tongue around my navel. Send it licking into my navel. Kiss and lick your way on down my lower belly toward-."
"Hell, that could take hours!" Maynord interrupted protesting.
"That's exactly the point," Helene nodded. "A real lover sometimes takes hours. But if he loves making love to a woman, the way he ought to, it doesn't seem like hours to him. He's enjoying what he's doing as much as she is, so time flies and hours seem like minutes. A real lover creates mutual pleasure with everything he does. Not just pleasure for himself. Not just pleasure for the woman. But pleasure for both. Mutual pleasure. Dig?"
"A woman really wants to get all that kissing and licking and feeling and squeezing and touching and all that before she finally gets fucked?" Maynord murmured, sounding incredulous.
"You'd just better believe she does," Helene declared. "But real lovers learn to enjoy that part of lovemaking as much as a woman does. As much, even, as they enjoy the actual fucking, when they finally get to it. So they wind up getting a whole lot of additional pleasure they wouldn't get otherwise."
"Maybe so, but I'm a busy man," Maynord protested. "I'm usually on a tight schedule. I've never had much time to waste grabbing just a fast fuck very often. I've usually got a lot of important things to take up my time and attention."
"If you want to became a real lover," Helene told him patiently, "you've got to learn to relax. Something that will help you relax is to sell yourself the idea that nothing in this world is more important than learning to love, first, and after that, learning to be a good lover. Something's importance or unimportance is all in your head. So a guy who thinks love and sex really aren't all that important sets something up in his mind that makes it an impossibility for him to experience love or sex as anything very great. Get the picture? He cheats himself, not just the women he rapes from time to time. He cheats himself, too."
Helene was quiet. Maynord just sat there on knees and heels looking at her, obviously not knowing what he should do.
Abruptly Helene straightened, letting the sheet slide downward to reveal her luscious naked breasts. She leaned toward him and brought his hand to her nearest breast. She cupped his hand around it, watching him as she did. She let him hold her ripe, full tit for a moment, then murmured, "Do you like doing that? Does that feel good to you, too?"
Maynord swallowed hard, then nodded. Suddenly his cock began getting hard again; it had wilted while they were talking. Rather breathlessly he admitted, "It feels damned good. I don't know when I took time to really feel a woman's tit the last time-to really realize how good a nice tit can feel in a man's hand."
"When was the last time you took time to enjoy how good a nice tit can feel in your mouth?" she asked.
"I don't remember ever doing that," he admitted. "How the hell can you get a woman's tit in your mouth when you're in the saddle on top of her?"
"Use your imagination," she directed. "You'll see the perfectly obvious answer.
"Let her get in the saddle, instead of you?" he asked wonderingly. He added, "I have heard that some people do it that way."
"Right," she nodded. She removed the support of her hand from the hand he cupped around her breast, sent it reaching down to gently grip his hardening cock. He sucked in his belly as she touched him, a sharp breath going into him with a low gasping sound. Instantly his cock became hard as a rock. She chuckled, asking, "Does that feel good to you?"
"You have to ask?" he said breathlessly. Then he added, "You're the most exciting damned woman, somehow, that I've ever known. You're steaming me up like I've never been."
Helene chuckled, suggesting, "Maybe I'm just the first woman you've ever given yourself time enough to get steamed up about? Getting up steam of any kind, even sexual, takes time."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Half an hour passed, during which Maynord Dixson found himself beginning to enjoy the new experience of leisurely caressing a woman's body, of unhurriedly being loving to her with his hands and mouth and tongue. He was surprised to discover, during that same time, how much pleasure it was possible for him to experience from her responding caresses. He was amazed to realize he actually was enjoying himself more than he ever before had. Actually fucking a woman might have given him more intense sensations momentarily, but the total pleasure had been little more than momentary, too, while this was a new kind of pleasure that went on and on and on. And a few times when Helene had given his stiff cock a long, wet lick or given the head of it a loving kiss, the sensations had seemed almost as intense as any he'd ever known. And never in his whole life could he remember having ever been as sexually steamed up as he felt now. She'd sure told it straight; it was time well spent.
Finally Helene said, "Why don't you stretch out on your back, now?"
He felt sure he knew what was coming. He found a fine trembling of taut anticipation at work throughout all his belly muscles. He quickly did as she suggested.
Helene climbed astride Maynord. She hardly made it before his hands caught her swinging breasts. He pressed them together, bringing the nipples close. His hungry lips closed upon both tingling nipples. He began sucking at them greedily, his tongue licking and slurping around and between them. She smiled to herself, in just half an hour of instruction he had learned how excitingly delicious a pair of nice tits in a man's mouth can be. He showed promise of being a fast learner.
The whole wild scene had Helene feeling excitement that was more intense than she could remember having felt for a long, long time. The very idea of being in a bed that was flying along so high in the sky without human hands on the controls seemed more fantastically exciting than any other adventure she'd ever been on. She wondered what many people on the earth far below would think if they only knew what was going on up here?
Another source of wild excitement was Helene's feeling that this was almost like she was going to take a brand fresh male cherry. Technically, of course, it couldn't be classed as a cherry because Maynord had fucked a woman before. But all his previous fucking had been little more than jacking off in some available woman's cunt; it had in no remote way resembled real lovemaking. This would be his very first fuck of that kind. Helene determined to make it an experience neither of them would ever forget.
The way Maynord was gobbling away at her tits, Helene wondered if he would notice the touch of her hand on his cock. She reached one hand down between their bellies when she had her body positioned right. Her fingers closed around Maynord's cock.
His mouth jerked away from her tits to let out a long, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Yes, he'd noticed. But almost instantly his lips sucked Helene's nipples back into his mouth like lips and mouth were parts of a big, hot suction cup.
Helene lowered her hips slightly, bringing her cunt close to her cock-filled hand. She brought the head of it into the hot, slippery crack of her drooling cunt. Again Maynord's mouth jerked away from her tits to let out a louder, longer, more agonizing, "Ah-h-h-h-h!!!"
Helene began stroking the swollen head of his cock back and forth in the hotness of her slippery crack, coating it with the slickness of her cunt's juices. That brought another wavering, long groan out of him like she was torturing him.
Abruptly he smothered the groan by pulling her tits back deep into his mouth. He began licking and sucking at them as if he was in a frenzy. The excitement and upward surge of sensation that created in Helene brought a moan out of her. A ravenous kind of longing began blazing throughout her feverish cunt. She'd known passion before, but she couldn't remember when the longing in her cunt had felt so intense. She had to have relief that only the delicious feeling of a hard male cock sliding deep within her could bring.
Helene guided Maynord's rigid penis through the swollen inner lips of her burning cunt. She guided it into the entrance to her tunnel of love, her steaming, smoking, burning vaginal sheath which was aching to grip his male hardness caressingly.
Then the hard downward thrust of Helene's hips drove Maynord's delicious hardness deep into the hungry depths of her cunt. As his cock went shooting into her, a muffled groan of ecstatic anguish came out of Maynord, despite the luscious tits filling his mouth. He groaned, then went right on sucking and licking frantically at those delicious tits of Helene's.
Meanwhile, that plunging cock of Maynord's touched something deep within Helene that shot a howl of anguished delight out of her that drowned out Maynord's muffled sounds of ecstasy. Helene moved her hips slightly, making two or three tiny thrusts but taking care to keep the good hardness of his delicious cock in continuous, caressing contact with that supersensitive spot deep within her.
The pressure of her inner excitement skyrocketed! It seemed impossible to her, they had been coupled so briefly, but Helene suddenly felt the excruciatingly delicious sensation that could mean only one thing: she was triggering off into orgasm. She found herself feeling like her eyeballs were being rolled backwards in her head! Talk about exquisite pain!
Other times, when Helene was in the saddle over her sex partner, she had ridden him wild and hard while she came. This time, however, was one of those indescribable times when she was coming so hard she felt almost paralyzed. Almost unable to move. Except for the terrific, involuntary movement pulsating throughout all the muscles of her whole lower belly. It was exquisite, excruciating torment!
Helene lost track of everything except that billowing mushroom of sensation exploding deep within her. It seemed to be exploding and rising higher, exploding and rising more, exploding again and rising even more, again and again and again, one time right after another. She felt as if she was melting into an armless, legless, formless molten blob of passionate, electrified sensation! That feeling so completely filled and saturated all her senses she lost all awareness of anything else. For a time she even lost awareness of Maynord's existence, except for that burning, wonderful, tortured, delicious, awful, delightful hardness she kept pistoning back and forth madly in her ravenous cunt. Its owner's face and identity had been swallowed up and disappeared in the blazing furnace of her passion. Only that exquisite hardness remained, pumping those waves of fiery sensation higher within the molten blob Helene seemed to have become. It was as if that pistoning hardness had become an integral part of her cunt, as if it could have no other owner.
Finally, Helene's hurricane of inner sensations began to ease. Slowly, awareness of a world beyond her still-weakly-pulsating cunt returned. She suddenly realized that Maynord had missed making the orgasmic trip with her entirely; he was still frantically gobbling away at her tits. She realized he'd probably never participated before in a woman's orgasm, so might not have known what was really happening even if he had been aware that something special was going on.
As increasing awareness of things other than her own burning cunt returned, Helene began picking up signals. She realized Maynord's turgid cock was beginning to swell even more, deep within her, signaling an imminent eruption. Helene knew that the longer she could hold Maynord right at the brink, without letting him plunge into the orgasmic volcano itself, the more he would treasure his memory of the experience. She stopped all her movements, giving the surging pressures of sensation within Maynord's burning cock a chance to subside a tiny bit.
Maynord kept right on gobbling away madly at her tits; he may have started late, but he obviously was fast developing an addiction. His fiery mouth, sucking so ravenously at Helene's tits, began creating fresh tides of terrific sensation within her. Mere moments before she'd finished a wild series of multiple orgasms to end all orgasms, yet she felt herself being tossed higher and higher by those burning waves beginning to rage again within her. Within no time at all they would have her back up there on the very brink of the crater, ready for another wild plunge into the volcano of passionate orgasm. She had to fight to hold herself and her cunt still long enough to give Maynord's delicious cock a chance to cool enough to postpone its eruption awhile longer.
But mere flesh can stand before the compulsions of passion only so long. Helene found herself beginning to thrust against his hardness again, despite herself. She drew that delicious hardness of his out until only the head of it was still gripped by her cunt's outer lips. She drove it back into her depths as far as she could make it go. Again and again and again she drove his delightful piston back and forth through her tingling cylinder. Her growing inner floods of sensation threatened to become a tidal wave again. Its thunderous breakers went crashing through her senses! Excruciating! Delicious! Wild! She found herself feeling insatiable.
Helene fought to keep from giving way before her new torrents of sensation. She struggled to retain her awareness of the signals that Maynord's grand hardness sent out as it pistoned madly back and forth in her cunt. She was determined to keep him teetering on the very brink of orgasm for so long before she let him finally experience the ultimate eruption he sought that never would he be able to forget the delicious torment.
She'd heard of Hindu men using a technique of mental distraction to prolong their powers to extend their limits of endurance in a marathon fuck. She began trying to force her mind away from the growing hurricane of sensation swirling within her, began trying to crowd out all thought of that by filling her mind with other thoughts. She'd heard that the human mind has only power to focus upon but one thought at a time. She discovered that it also had the capacity to shift its focus from one thought to another very nearly as fast as the speed of light, that it can register attention on countless thoughts in a very brief span of time. Therefore her effort to keep it fixed on thoughts other than those relating to her almost overpowering storm of inner sensations required a mental discipline such as she'd never had to exert before. But she discovered it was within the realm of the humanly possible.
Helene had seldom in her life worked at anything so hard. She kept her mind on new fashions, new hair styles, gossip, plans to travel, anything and everything but the sensations Maynord's cock pistoning back and forth in her cunt and his burning lips and tongue on her tits kept trying to build higher within her. She made that effort because she was determined that before Maynord Dixson got his cock out of her cunt, he was going to have had an experience that would addict him to fucking a woman lovingly or not at all the remaining years of his life.
Despite the surging hurricane of sensation trying to build beyond the point of any control within her belly, she struggled, maintaining a fragile control over her own seething passion as well as over Maynord's. The muffled groaning seeping out from between his lips and her tits became continuous. An anguished cry that pleaded for relief from the torture of the excruciatingly delicious pressures raging within him.
When it finally seemed inhuman to Helene to keep him hanging there on that trembling brink any longer, she eliminated the cooling pauses from her thrusting of her ravenous cunt at him. She began riding him steadily. She released her own mind from the desperate control she had forced upon it. She let it wallow and soar greedily in the raging storm of sensation thundering through her senses.
Then Helene felt Maynord's body under her begin to tremble with a fine, violent trembling. He began bowing his back up off the mattress, thrusting back at her frantically.
Suddenly she felt his cock swelling even more within her cunt's tight grip. The head of his cock felt like it was abruptly ballooning. There was a breathless split-second. Maynord exploded!
His mouth jerked away from Helene's tits. A choking, anguished yell tore its way hoarsely from his passion-constricted throat. Deep within her, Helene felt him erupting, sending fiery jet after jet of blazing male juices splattering over all her sensitive inner surfaces. She felt like her whole interior was being drenched in the continuing torrent.
Like a volcanic eruption on the ocean floor, it sent a tidal wave of sensation thundering through Helene. The waves of it tossed her consciousness like a chip of wood riding the crest of a flood, up, up, up, and away toward a chasm of blinding blackness. Helene's ecstatic scream blended into Maynord's anguished yell.
They kept humping each other desperately, kept fucking as fast and furious as they could make their straining bodies move. It thundered on and on and on. Finally the crashing torrents of sensation within each of them began reaching an excruciating intensity that approached nearer and nearer to being real pain. Terrible pain. Just before it finally reached that point, the exquisite inner anquish began to ease, the frantically pulsating muscles of his geysering cock and her cunt's furious milking grip upon it began to slow.
When the storm of mutual passion had finally passed, Helene and Maynord found their bodies bathed in sweat. In addition, their lower bellies were covered with a froth of their whipped cream-like love-juices. They were both gasping for breath like distance runners who had collapsed from their prolonged exertions.
When he finally was able to get enough breath to form words again, Maynord gasped, "You were right, sweets! I had no idea before tonight what fucking really ought to be like. Divorce that faggy husband you're wasting yourself on and marry me. I'll divorce that old moneybags I'm married to, even if it costs me my airline and everything else, if you'll only promise to marry me."
Helene put a finger across his lips to still him as she murmured lovingly, "Don't talk so crazy, sweetheart-even though I love it. But I can't let you do it. Your own wife probably can give you just as good a fuck as you've just had with me-."
"Never in a thousand years!" he interrupted emphatically.
"Don't bet your airline and everything else important to you on. it," Helene continued soothingly, "until you've at least tried fucking her with the warm heart and patience of a real lover. You'll be amazed at the miracle that works on any woman. I wish I had an exclusive patent on that kind of quality fucking, but I haven't. If a man's a real lover, he can enjoy that kind of a fuck with almost any woman. He just has to be lover enough to know how to handle each of them exactly right to build that kind of total response. I can't be honest and let you believe anything else, lover. Much as I'd love to."
"Fantastic!" Maynord sighed explosively. "You've got to be kidding."
"You accused me of kidding once before when I wasn't," Helene reminded him with a little chuckle. "Better try what I say before you knock it. Investigate."
"Fantastic!" Maynord exclaimed softly again. Then he murmured, "I wonder who's flying this plane? Maybe I'd better go see." As they uncoupled reluctantly he chuckled, "I lost all sense of time; we may be over Europe!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Come on, silly stop worrying about being the perfect host," Tina Edwards whispered in her sultry voice, as she and Bob Hudson danced. "Everyone's enjoying themselves with no need of any hosting help from you. Let's slip away somewhere and look at the stars together-or something." The wicked gleam that came into her dark eyes as she said "something" with a special little suggestive inflection in it made it pretty obvious what she had in mind. In addition, she and Pete had made no secret of their swapping activities in talking with Bob and Alice during intimate visits when no one else was around.
But Bob found himself in a strange emotional state. Part of him regretted having sent Gloria to the arms of her young groom, having refused the devoted love she'd been so ready to transfer to him. Another part of him was questioning the right or wrong of his seduction of the luscious Gloria at the hot springs pool that morning and felt inclined to regret that.
So he didn't feel exactly cocked and primed to plunge into any equally questionable new adventures, regardless of how much Tina's luscious flesh stirred up his male juices. But Tina wasn't easily discouraged. She merely altered her tactics. When the record they'd been dancing to ended and all the dancers paused, waiting for another record in the stack to drop, Tina suggested, "If you've just got to play host some more, why don't you circulate among your guests right now while I run to our cabin and slip into something more comfortable?"
The way she said, "comfortable" caused something to go flashing through Bob's mind translating her use of the word to actually mean, "revealing." He glanced down at Tina's attractive see-through blouse and its generous exposure of her bare flesh, particularly her lovely naked breasts, underneath, wondering what the hell she could possibly slip into that might be even more revealing? He felt his cock wondering too, starting to rise beyond the half-mast state of interest just dancing with her and looking down at the scenery available to his view through that flimsy blouse had brought alive. She was one damned attractive dish under even more subdued circumstances. When that natural attractiveness was multiplied by the excitement Bob felt from just knowing how available she was he felt it was enough to raise a hard on even a eunuch.
"You get any more comfortable," he said, giving the word the same inflection Tina had, "and you'll wind up getting yourself raped."
She wrinkled her nose at him, her eyes dancing seductively as she teased, "Promises, promises-." She turned and moved away toward her cabin before he could make any rejoinder.
The way she slung her ass back and forth, undulating it with the ease and supreme confidence of long and successful practice, as she walked away from him was her silent but very loud rejoinder. It said she felt absolutely certain that this was the night she was finally going to lay Bob Hudson, despite anything he might be foolish enough to hope would prevent it.
As Bob watched her go, standing there like he was frozen, like he was powerless to tear his eyes away from that mocking, cock-sure, undulating ass of hers, he found himself feeling resentful that any other human felt they could take him and his reactions so for granted. He determined he was going to give her the surprise of her damned life. Regardless of what state of attractive dress or undress she returned in, he vowed to himself he would be as unresponsive as a statue.
Then Bob tore his eyes away from Tina's taunting luscious ass desperately, turning his attention to his guests. A new record had dropped, the music was just starting and all the others stood poised to begin dancing again. Bob's eyes scanned them quickly. Surprise flashed through him as he missed several people for the first time. Tina had glommed onto him while he'd still been watching Gloria reluctantly go to join Ransom. She'd managed quite skillfully ever since to keep his attention from wandering to anything or anybody beyond her and her gorgeous body.
So Bob found himself now suddenly wondering where the hell his dear helpmate, Alice, had disappeared to. Where was Brad Richards? And that cold fish Maynord Dixson and his poor, tormented wife? And Rene Delon? And Pete Edwards? Where the hell was that damned Pete? Had that smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch lured Alice out in the bushes somewhere to seduce her while Tina gave him the works? He and Alice had talked between themselves about what they knew Pete and Tina were here at the ranch in hopes of accomplishing this summer: converting the Hudsons to their swinging philosophy.
Belatedly it registered that Jamison Delon and Mario Richards were the only guests remaining. And Bob found those two were dancing together and that surprised him; they seemed to make a damned un-likely couple. He'd been expecting Jamison to try making a play for Tex or one of his other wranglers. But Tex was starting the new dance with one of the college girls who did maid's chores in the guest cabins mornings and served as a waitress evenings during dinner. All the hired help joined the guests to provide a greater variety of partners whenever the evening's entertainment was dancing. So now Bob found that except for Mario and Jamison, the only dancers remaining were the hired help. That damned Tina had really had him out of it, his head filled with tantalizing visions of him getting into it; her cunt, that is. He stood there watching the others begin the dance, feeling more than slightly foolish to discover so much obviously had happened without his being aware of any of it.
Then Tina came running back, still dressed as she had been. As she approached, she gestured to him while urging breathelessly, "Come on, come on! I want you to see something!"
She grabbed Bob's hand and he trotted after her without resistance as she reversed directions and ran back the way she had come, leading him into the darkness. He was surprised to find she wasn't leading him toward the cabin she and Pete occupied. Instead she was heading for Brad and Mario Richards' cabin. What the hell was up?
As they neared the cabin, Tina slowed abruptly, her body slumping into a stealthy crouch as she drew closer. She gestured for absolute silence with a finger before her lips. Bob had visions of what an ass he'd look like if anyone saw him sneaking up this way to one of his guest's cabin like some damned peeping tom. But Tina kept a firm grip upon his hand, insistently dragging him after her. Besides that, she had his curiosity stirred.
They reached a cabin window. The drapes had been drawn, but a narrow crack remained unclosed. With the lights on inside, the crack afforded Bob and Tina almost as good a view of the bedroom inside as the whole window would have. Bob stood here with his eyes bugging in surprise at what he saw. Tina glanced at him and giggled.
Inside the bedroom, Alice Hudson and Brad Richards were bare-assed, as they had been at the hot springs pool. Brad's cock was just as hard as it had been when Alice used it like a handle to grip him as she led him out of the pool. She was telling him, "Okay, so you've proved to me you're the world's greatest cunt licker, the world's champion pussy pie eater. But you still haven't fucked me, lover. That's what us girls dream about when we watch you up there on the big screen at the movies or even on the boob-tube. We cream our panties imagining how great it'd be having that beautiful cock of yours filling the longing emptiness inside our bellies. Your tongue's the greatest, but no tongue's in the contest if they try to compete with a delicious male cock."
Affectionately she stroked Brad's rigid cock as she ended. Then she turned from him and threw herself upon the bed, bouncing playfully upon it several times after she landed. She straightened herself, then spread her long legs wide as she glanced up at the handsome movie star invitingly. But Brad didn't move. He just stood there looking strangely troubled.
Alice frowned too, suddenly, then demanded rather testily, "Does the idea of fucking me actually seem so repulsive to you?"
"Anything but repulsive, darling," Brad assured her earnestly.
"Then what the hell's wrong?" Alice demanded. "You promised if I let you eat my pussy first, you'd fuck me afterward if I still wanted you to. You ate my pussy three times out at the hot springs and made me have five or six orgasms every time. But right after you ate it the very first time, I told you I still wanted you to fuck me. You wanted to eat me again instead. Right after you ate me the second time, I told you I still wanted you to fuck me. But you wanted to eat me again. Right after I finished coming the sixth or seventh time and you stopped eating me, I told you again I still wanted you to fuck me. But you made excuses about having to come back here to take some pills. So we're here, you've taken your pills, you still have a beautiful hard-on you seem determined not to use on me. So which of those other bitches are you saving it for so-."
"I'm saving it for no one else, darling!" he cut in sounding rather desperate. He hurried on, declaring, "If there ever was a woman I'd dearly love to fuck-you're that girl!"
"So what the hell's stopping you?" Alice demanded.
"Only fear," Brad murmured, sounding miserable. His hard cock began to soften, its head starting to droop, as if with some secret shame.
"Fear?" Alice echoed incredulously.
Brad nodded. "Cold fear."
"Fear of what?" he demanded.
He stared at her, his misery obvious, and finally said, "Fear of having my secret discovered. I've kept it successfully for years, now. Why the hell do you have to be so-insistent?"
"Just because I want you to keep your promise and fuck me, like you'd led me to expect-that's being insistent?" Alice demanded.
"But all the others I've played this game with acted grateful for the thrills I'd given them when I finished eating their pussy," Brad told her plaintively. "None of them seemed to mind not getting fucked. They acted grateful-."
"You've said that!" Alice cut in sharply. "Now how about telling me what you've got against fucking a girl who enjoys fucking better than having her cunt licked?"
"But all women are supposed to enjoy having their pussy eaten better than being fucked," the big movie star protested. "It's a well known-."
Again Alice cut him short, declaring, "All lesbians do, maybe. But not healthy, well adjusted, all-American girls like me; we're glad we're girls and girls were made to be fucked, so being fucked is what my kind of girl enjoys better than anything. A good fuck gives me a feeling of deep satisfaction somewhere away up inside me that even your blue-ribbon cunt licking can't come even close to. So I'm laying here still aching to be fucked, even though you've licked my cunt your expert-best three times. Now what the hell do I have to do to get you to fuck me? Get down on my knees and beg? Is that it? Are you just playing hard to get? Because if you are, I'm just about fed-."
"Nothing like that, darling," Brad interrupted quickly. "I told you it was fear that held me back."
Alice snorted, "Fear of what? What the hell has a beautiful hunk of man like you got to be afraid of?"
"Damn it!" he exclaimed. "I guess you just won't give up until you've dragged it out of me!"
She gave him a puzzled look. "Dragged what out?"
"Only my analyst knows," Brad murmured. "I've managed to even keep it from Mario. Of course we sleep together so seldom anymore-."
"Keep what from Mario," Alice cut in, "that only your analyst knows?"
Brad stood frowning darkly, shaking his head, his mouth clamped shut as if to hold back something too awful to face except in total privacy.
"What?" Alice insisted.
Abruptly his resistance seemed to crumble. Words tumbled from his lips as he blurted out, "I'm impotent! Now you've dragged it out of me, damn it! For the past three years, my damned cock just wilts the second I shove it into a woman's pussy. My analyst says it started because this damned bitchy co-star I had in a picture four years ago laughed at me. She'd played prick-teaser games with me all through the picture. So after the final wrap and the set party, she invited me to her dressing room, finally. Right after I'd gotten it into her, the bitch laughed and said, 'Darling, you'd better tie that little thing of yours in knots or double it or something, otherwise I'm not going to be able to feel a thing. It's just like I had nothing in me, this way.' And right about then she didn't have anything in her because my hard had wilted like my belittled cock was hanging its head in shame. And ever since then-."
Alice cut in, suddenly all sympathy, declaring, "You should have told that bitch, 'You'd better get to a doctor without a minute's delay, mouthy, and get that huge gash in your belly repaired before all your guts fall out!' You shouldn't have let her put you down, sweetheart. You have a beautiful cock, just like all the rest of you. She's the one who should have been made to feel deformed or something. Not you! Your cock's so big, in fact, it might even hurt me some if you aren't real careful."
"Do you really think so?" Brad asked with sudden eagerness.
"I wouldn't say so if I didn't," Alice assured him. "You really have a beauty. He'll probably fill my tight little cunt so full I'll feel like I'm about to split, but I know if it hurts me it'll hurt deliriously."
"Do you really think so?" Brad demanded again, hanging on her every word. He started to climb on the bed with her, eyes shining with a rather dazzled look like someone entranced.
"Please just be gentle with me," Alice murmured, her voice trembling slightly as if with uncertainty.
"Oh, baby, don't worry," Brad assured her with eager earnestness, "I'll be so very gentle. You are so precious, so-." He broke off, between her legs now, his rigid cock aimed, the head of it nuzzling into her cunt's slippery lips hungrily. He leaned against it slightly, starting it into her. Suddenly he exclaimed with delight, "Say, you are tight, aren't you?"
"Please be gentle," Alice murmured in that same small, trembling voice.
"Don't worry, sweetheart!" Brad chuckled heartily. "I'd cut this big cock of mine clear off before I'd hurt you one bit more than I can possibly help!"
He kept chuckling as he eased on into her. As his cock disappeared into her cunt, about once with every inch to disappear he repeated with incredulous delight, "You really are tight, aren't you, baby?"
As Brad's balls came against Alice's ass, she moaned, gasping, "Good Lord, is that about all of it? I don't think there's room left inside me for any more! Is that about all, darling? I'm about to burst, I'm so full of cock!"
Another delighted chuckle came from Brad. Then he assured her soothingly, "It's all in you now, little sweetie. I won't make you stretch to take any more. Gee-ronimo, but you have a delicious cunt! A sweet, tight, delicious cunt!"
"Oh, sweetheart, you're the one who's delicious," Alice gasped. "I've dreamed about this for so long. About your delicious cock filling all my emptiness inside me. About the heavenly feeling of holding your beautiful big cock so deep within me there's no room left to breathe!"
Outside the cabin window, watching intently as if fascinated by the sight inside, Bob Hudson murmured, "I'd give my left nut to have a camera and get some pictures of this! My sweet, prim, blue-nosed little wife seducing the bedazzled big movie star. What a switch! What a picture, if only I could get it."
Tina whispered, "I just happen to have a movie camera in our cabin all loaded with super-fast film to get even fast action in conditions of poor lighting. I'll be right back."
Unaware of any audience or camera crew for this performance, Brad began slowly drawing his cock out of Alice's clinging cunt, the tightness of it feeling indescribably delicious as it gripped his rigid shaft. "Just relax a little, sweetheart," he murmured, as if caught up in the illusion that he was giving an inexperienced virgin her very first fucking. "I'll go very slow and easy so I don't hurt you one bit more than I absolutely have to."
"You're so sweet and gentle," Alice panted, her words almost inaudible. "Oh, it hurts so good! So very, very good! Oh, get away-closer, darling. Oh, Lord! take it out, please take it out-deeper! Oh, dear Lord, it hurts-so good. So very, very good!"
Brad looked like a man in seventh heaven, instead of in a mere woman's cunt. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, baby!" he murmured ecstatically as he began sliding his cock in and out of Alice a little faster, delicious sensations beginning to rise through him in growing waves. He found himself trembling, as intensely excited as if this were his very first piece of ass-instead of merely the first piece he'd enjoyed in about three long years. Years which had only seemed like a lifetime. But all the mental anguish and frustration of those years suddenly had been swallowed up and disappeared in the glorious delight of Alice's tight cunt. It restored his masculine confidence in the adequacy of his cock to fill and please a desirable woman. It restored his pride in his manhood. It restored his sense of delight with life, his zest for life.
Under Brad, Alice was beginning to wriggle her ass and arch her back up off the bed to return his thrusts. She seemed to be straining to open herself for him to thrust into even deeper. She was beginning to moan and to utter little cries of ecstatic anguish. Her response to him was so exciting Brad felt his senses begin to reel, to be tossed and buffeted by mountainous waves of indescribably intense sensation.
He began losing awareness of everything except that fantastically soaring cargo of sensation ; began losing awareness even of Alice, except his awareness of that caressing, luscious cunt of hers in which he seemed to have lost himself and all the rest of the universe. He'd also lost all memory of any need to be gentle, of any need to go slow and easy. He began hammering his rigid cock in and out of her faster and harder and faster still, the tempo of his frantic thrusting becoming more and even more furious.
But Alice's supposedly delicate cunt suddenly seemed equal to all the increase in stress and strain. She released a little of the steady tension she'd been maintaining in the muscles of her cunt to make it feel virginally tight to Brad while he still retained doubts about his cock being big enough. Despite all the orgasms she'd enjoyed as a result of the oral lovemaking he'd treated her to at the hot springs pool, she felt a tremendous charge of excitement and soaring sensation beginning to mushroom within her cunt and lower belly. She no longer was merely putting on a act, no longer creating a deception in the hope of restoring Brad's confidence, no longer was only pretending when she moaned and groaned and gasped and writhed under him. It seemed incredible, but she felt certain if he gave her just a few seconds more before he exploded, she would be ready to blast off right with him.
Over her, Brad was lost in a fiery cloud of passion. His belly was making a loud, fast, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap in its collisions with hers as he hammered his cock into her fantastically delicious cunt. That cunt of hers had his whole cock and lower belly tingling and straining with indescribably intense sensations which kept building higher and higher still. His whole body was trembling with the excruciating tension . It was awful and wonderful, it was excruciating and fantastically delightful, it was heaven and it was hell, he hoped it would last forever and he felt he couldn't endure the delicious torment another instant.
Faintly he heard someone yelling. Fainter still there was an anguished scream coming from somewhere distantly. Somehow the scream reached into him, touching something that sent his excitement soaring even higher. That tripped the tremendous explosion he had been fearing and desperately hoping for. It brought a strangled yell out of him that drowned out all sound of that distant scream. It was ecstasy and terrible anguish melted indistinguishably into one.
Under him, Alice was screaming and bucking, almost as if frantic to tear her smoking cunt away from his burning cock. Yet her cunt was drinking up greedily the flood of hot male juices his pulsating cock was splattering all over her sensitive inner surfaces. She was only dimly aware of anything except her own raging sea of sensation. Her whole body seem to be shuddering, to be madly pulsating with the blinding power of it. She was coming, coming, coming!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bob Hudson had lost all awareness of anything except keeping the motion picture camera focused upon the incredible, indelible scene taking place right there before his astonished eyes. He wasn't even aware of the aching lump of feverish excitement created in the crotch of his trousers by his rigid cock trying to thrust its way through the restraining cloth.
At least he hadn't been aware of it until Tina Edwards' hand slid down across his belly and closed over that throbbing lump of imprisoned cock. Bob jumped, startled, then glanced around. He found Tina's merry eyes watching him closely. She whispered, "You don't seem too outraged about watching another man fuck hell out of your sweet little wifey. Maybe you've just discovered the same thing a lot of other men have-that it's a sight that can be erotic as hell?"
Bob tried to whisper something in response, but found his throat too congested with repressed excitement. He gulped trying to clear it, then nodded. Now that she nailed it down for him, he had to admit it had been more erotic than anything he'd ever witnessed, watching Brad Richards make sparks fly out of Alice's ass. His reaction startled him a little. According to everything he'd ever been taught, his reaction was completely unnatural.
Tina began caressing the taut lump trapped in his trousers. Bob shuddered, the upward surging sensation making him gasp. Tina said, "That action inside there is about over, at least for a few minutes. Why don't we go somewhere and start some action of our own? Deal?"
Bob nodded mutely. This scene Tina had led him to and helped record on movie film thoroughly blasted any argument he might have offered for not indulging her in everything she suggested.
Tina raised her hand from petting Bob's cock to grip him by the waistband of his trousers. Then she led him away into the darkness toward her own cabin.
A big log glowed and crackled in the fireplace of the Edwards' cabin. But Tina didn't even pause there in the front room; she led Bob straight to the bathroom before she released her grip on his trousers. She gestured at the king-size shower stall, cracking, "Let's make a clean start."
Moments later Bob stepped into the shower with her. As a cloud of steam began billowing around their heads, they began generating some other steam lower down, each of them lathering the other with soap. Tina suddenly began caressing Bob's cock, covering it with lather. He looked down at her with a wry grin, murmuring, "Probably doesn't look very impressive compared to a lot of cocks you've been on close terms with at those swap parties you and Pete have been attending."
"Don't worry about it," Tina told him, smiling. She gently stroked his cock a time or two, glanced down at it, then said quietly, "One thing a girl learns at those swap parties is ... the size of a man's equipment isn't nearly as important as whether or not he really knows how to use it. Whether or not he's learned there's a whole lot more to making sex good for a woman than just having a big cock. And you know something? Most of the guys with big cocks never seem to have learned that. So most of them are nearly total washouts as lovers. Guys with cocks half the size of yours who've learned how to use them to make sex really delicious to a woman can take the girls away from the stud whose only claim to fame as a lover is his big cock, every time."
Bob gave her a searching look of surprise, then demanded, "You're not putting me on? No pun intended."
Tina chuckled, shaking her head. He began lathering her luscious tits as she declared, "A woman will pick a man with a little cock who's taken the trouble to learn how to make sex romantic for her every time over a clod who thinks all he needs is his cock to qualify him as God's gift to all women."
They finished the shower, then rubbed each other down with big towels until their skins were tingling. Tina grinned at the special care Bob took drying her luscious, ripe breasts. "You men are all alike in at least two ways," she chuckled. "You all seem to think you'd be happier if you only had a bigger cock. Even the guys with horse-cocks always seem to wish their damned deformity was even bigger. And almost all of you seem to have a special thing about tits."
"It that bad?" Bob smiled. "The part about tits, I mean?"
"I didn't say that," she reminded and led the way back to the front room. She stacked records on the stereo and started the turntable, then turned to Bob, arms raised invitingly. "Let's dance."
Bob came to her, but instead of taking her into his arms he stopped in front of her and put both hands out, cupping her breasts in them. She stood waiting, lowering her arms. He bowed his head and kissed each nipple. As his lips touched them, each nipple began to pucker with awakened excitement. Bob glanced up at her, murmuring, "They taste delicious."
"Please be my guest," Tina invited lightly. "Your mouth on them feels delicious."
Bob returned his lips to first one, then the other nipple, nursing at each of them and teasing it with his tongue for a moment. That was all it took to bring both nipples rigidly erect.
The room was filled with soft music now, as pleasing to the ear as the scent of flowers is to the nose. Bob straightened. Tina glanced down at her excited nipples, then up at him. She wrinkled her nose at him as she declared, "My girls both think you're great. You don't act like they were made of rawhide. A lot of men don't seem to know that a woman's nipple is very tender and awfully sensitive. The jackasses bite our tits and act like they expect that to give us a big thrill. I always get an overpowering urge to knock their damned teeth out!"
Bob bowed his head again to give those nipples more of the kind of attention Tina seemed to appreciate. Her fingers suddenly began caressing his head, combing through his hair. She abruptly pulled his face more tightly against her tit. Then she released him as a fox trot began coming from the stereo. She went whirling away, hands clasped before her as if around the neck of a dancing partner. Bob moved to join her. She opened her arms to him in welcome, declaring, "This is the only way to dance the classic steps. Both partners naked, I mean."
"How so?" Bob asked, starting to take her into his arms and bring her naked body against his. She took him by surprise, abruptly putting her hands on his shoulders and giving an upward spring. The next instant Bob found her luscious cunt speared upon his rigid cock, linking their lower bellies firmly. She smiled up at him, declaring, "Now you can really give me that strong body-lead the classic steps require." Bob pulled her against himself firmly. As he took her whirling away in step with the music, she began alternately tensing and releasing the inner muscles of her cunt, making them start a milking action upon Bob's cock that almost made him lose the step.
She abruptly pressed very close against him, flattening her tits against Bob's chest. Her hands raised to clasp behind his neck. She pulled his face down to hers.
Their lips met. Almost instantly Tina's tongue thrust into Bob's mouth and embraced his tongue. Then it went flicking here and there excitedly, as if joyously exploring a new possession. It was strangely, wildly erotic and exciting, the way she did it to him.
Without a word, their mouths locked as firmly as Bob's cock in her cunt, they stopped dancing and went down upon the thickly carpeted floor together. They began rolling together upon it, back and forth in wild abandon, there before the fireplace.
As abruptly as that had started, it ended with Bob flat upon his back and Tina astride him. Bob caught her breasts in eager hands and brought them to his mouth. Her hips had started bobbing up and down, stroking his cock in and out of her excited, slippery cunt. But she paused briefly, moaning with pleasure, as Bob sucked her luscious nipples into his hot mouth together.
Then Tina began humping him again, adding a little twisting movement to her hip action. Bob gave a hard suck on her tits. Tina gasped and slapped her belly into his as she drove Bob's cock into her hungry cunt as deep as she could make it go.
It obviously felt delicious to her. She began pumping her cunt up and down on Bob's hard cock, moving faster and wilder, fucking him harder. Their bellies began making an audible slap each time they came together. She began pressing her tits down harder against Bob's mouth, telling him with body language that what he was doing to her nipples felt great to her and that she wanted more.
Bob began twirling the tip of his tongue around first one nipple, then the other, and sucking like his life depended on it. He felt a flash of something like an electrical current go through her cunt. A scream came out of her. Abruptly she almost entirely stopped her thrusting, her movements quieting to slow, short, gentle thrusts. But her scream became more anguished as every muscle in her cunt and lower belly pulsated frantically with her orgasm. To Bob's amazement, Tina's orgasm went on and on and on. He kept gobbling away at her tits and began raising his ass off the floor to meet her thrusts in an effort to make them harder.
Tina's great orgasm finally tapered off. Her cunt was still pulsating, milking weakly at Bob's cock, when she collapsed upon him as if she didn't have a bone left in her body. He found himself feeling pleased that he'd been able to send her on that kind of trip. It seemed like quite an accomplishment, considering all the variety of experience she'd had fucking different men at the swap parties she and Pete attended.
Her breathing began to quieten. Bob began using his belly muscles in a way he'd learned would make his cock give a throbbing jerk inside a woman's cunt. The second time he did it, Bob in turn suddenly felt a hot, moist little grip close upon the head of his cock as she tensed muscles deep within her vagina. It created a delicious sensation for him, telling him that what he was doing was feeling delicious to her. So Bob lay there quietly with her full weight resting upon him, his only movement those throbbing movements of the head of his cock buried deep within her. He felt the returning squeezes she was giving the head of his cock growing stronger as she revived.
Abruptly Tina raised her head off Bob's shoulder, looked down at him, then brought a hand to his head and entwined her fingers in his hair lovingly. She gave it a tug, then kissed him long and hungrily. Again her tongue caressed Bob's and all the inner surfaces of his mouth.
Finally she raised her mouth from his. She pushed up on hands and knees again, raising herself slowly away from him. As her tits came off Bob's chest and hung down invitingly toward his mouth again, Tina demanded, "What the hell did you do to me? I haven't come like that in I don't know when."
"What'd I do?" Bob asked wonderingly.
"You don't know?" she demanded. She shook her head again, then declared, "If that space rocket you blasted off inside me was an accident-I don't know-I may not be woman enough to survive the earthquake you might set off in my cunt when you were doing it on purpose!"
Again she tugged Bob's hair affectionately, then leaned down over him to deliver another quick kiss. As she straightened over him again she murmured, "I always knew your cock and my cunt would make a terrific combination. I've had my eye on you ever since Pete and I spent our first vacation here at the ranch five years ago. That's an awful long time for a girl to have to wait, lover man!"
"I wish I knew what I did right, just now," Bob told her. "I'd try to work on-."
Tina interrupted, declaring enthusiastically, "You did everything right, cowboy!" She gave Bob's cock a hard squeeze with her vaginal grip. He made the head of his cock give a little leap deep within her.
Bob murmured, "I wish I could guarantee that you haven't seen anything yet, but-."
Again she cut him off, suggesting excitedly, "Let's find out. You've got an oversized new charge of sensation beginning to build inside me already with those delicious little throbs you've been giving me with the head of your cock. And, incidentally, that's something a man who's so proud of his horse-cock can't do. If he tried, it'd feel like he was tearing your guts out, instead of feeling good like it does when you do it."
Abruptly Tina began thrusting at Bob again, her sweet cunt sliding back and forth smoothly on Bob's hard cock. Almost immediately she raised the tempo until their bellies again were clapping together as if applauding.
She checked the furious movement abruptly. She swung her shoulders, sending her tits swishing back and forth invitingly across Bob's lips.
Bob caught the luscious tits in both hands again and brought them together so he could suck both nipples into his mouth together. As he did, a long sighing moan of pleasure rose out of Tina.
Moving slowly, Tina began moving her hips again, making her ass rise and fall over Bob. This time, however, she seemed to be trying to move as slowly as possible as she drew his cock out of her cunt, then eased it back in until it could reach no farther.
At irregular intervals Tina paused, stopping her thrusts momentarily while she and Bob exchanged loving inner throbs and squeezes for several moments. At those times she always pressed her rich, ripe tits down harder against Bob's mouth and he in turn licked the hard nipples faster and sucked them harder. The combination seemed to always bring sharp gasps of pleasure out of Tina.
Bob discovered he could detect slight changes in that loving tunnel of her cunt, created by growing tension of her inner excitement. He discovered that the texture of the tissue inside that feverish sheath changed in a way that was perceptible to his cock as it moved slowly back and forth through that delicious tunnel of love. Those signals alerted him when Tina again approached that feverish pitch of inner tension that would trigger her into another orgasm.
She started alternating long, slow thrusts with short thrusts that moved the head of his cock no more than an inch while she ground her cunt against Bob with rotating hips and bobbing belly. At those times Bob could feel the head of his cock caressing something deep within her cunt; it felt like he imagined the lips of her cervix would probably feel.
Whatever it was, each time Bob's cock came into brief contact with it, Tina gasped and sometimes even moaned, obviously experiencing sensations of exquisite pleasure. And all her inner muscles tightened, momentarily gripping Bob's caressing cock more firmly. Those times gave him a more definite check on the signals he'd discovered. He soon felt confident she was building a charge of sexual excitement to a point where she would soon lose all control and go blasting off into another wild orgasmic explosion.
Just when Bob was expecting Tina's control to snap, however, she stopped all outward movement entirely and pulled her nipples away from his mouth abruptly. Inside she began working at his cock's sensitive head with that delicious hot, moist little hand, caressingly gripping and releasing and gripping again that tingling knob of his. Almost instantly Bob found himself doing the breathless gasping, found himself becoming more aware of the growing storm of sensation starting to build rapidly in his own belly. He demanded breathlessly, "What'n hell're you doing?"
Tina's face was drawn with tension that made her look as if she was in pain as she breathed raggedly, declaring, "You're making this trip with me, sweetheart! That's what I'm doing."
A sudden impulse flashed through Bob's mind; he sucked her rigid nipples into his mouth and nipped them lightly with his teeth as he moved abruptly under Tina, drawing his swollen cock almost out of her, then giving a thrust that drove it back into her trembling cunt as deep as it could go. Her head jerked back against her shoulders, a strangled scream tearing itself from her constricted throat. She began humping Bob frantically, fucking him faster and harder than she'd ever done before. Her ragged, agonized scream became louder and almost continuous. She became a real wild woman, riding Bob furiously.
Something about her response was frantically erotic to Bob. The mounting wave of sensation he had been feeling suddenly became a hurricane. Suddenly he lost almost all awareness of what Tina was doing, so caught up were all his senses in the storm of tingling passion that swept him. His whole center of awareness seemed to rush downward and lodge in his fantastically sensitive cock. He felt it swelling, swelling, swelling with excruciating sensation. Then it exploded, driving a yell out of Bob that drowned out Tina's scream. He arched his back off the floor desperately, trying to drive his geysering cock into that fiery cunt of Tina's.
Time and everything else blurred as Bob struggled in towering waves of excruciating sensation. The bounds of reality pulled inward, his total reality becoming that blazing cunt and his pistoning cock struggling desperately in it, its struggle creating even greater waves of blinding sensation. It seemed to go on and on and on and on and on, endlessly.
When the orgasmic storm began finally to ease, Bob discovered Tina still struggling weakly, low moans of anguish coming from her as she kept trying to fuck him more despite her obvious exhaustion. Both of them were drenched with sweat. He could feel her heart thumping within her as furiously as his own, which was pounding like a racing triphammer.
Bob wrapped his arms around Tina and pulled her down against himself tightly, forcing her to stop her continuing struggle. They lay there gasping together.
After their breathing had quieted a little, Bob realized suddenly that his cock had still not started wilting but lay deep in her now quiet cunt almost as hard as ever. He tensed the muscles that made the head of it jerk. Instantly Tina responded with a long, weary moan; despite the intensity of the storm just passed, it still felt delicious.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mario Richards told Jamison Delon, "One thing I've got to give you credit for: the way you dance makes all the other men around this place look like clubfooted farm boys."
"Thank you," Jamison murmured, continuing his strong lead as they danced despite Mario's frequent little attempts to take that lead from him. He told her, "One main reason you like dancing with me is that I force you to follow my lead at all times. You're not used to having any man dominate you, at least not continuously, not even for the length of the average piece dance music."
"Is that a fact," Mario murmured wryly.
"Yes," Jamison declared, and said no more.
When the music ended again, momentarily, Jamison stepped back away from her and glanced around. Then he told her, "The other men may not be the greatest as dance partners, but it appears all the others have other skills of some kind that seem to interest most women even more than dancing. Frankly I envy them."
"You?" Mario asked with a sudden half frown, half smile as she looked at him unbelievingly.
Jamison nodded. "That's right. Do you think I enjoy being put down as an effeminate freak?"
An impish gleam flashed into Mario's eyes. She demanded, "Does that mean you'd enjoy making love to a woman, like those other men are probably off somewhere doing?"
"Of course I'd enjoy making love to a woman," Jamison told her with unconcealed irritation. "I'm not a sexless monstrosity, despite my physical limitations."
"Physical limitations?" Mario repeated instantly.
Jamison nodded unhappily, then declared, "Some people are born with weak eyes. Some with a withered arm or a lame leg. There are all kinds of physical limitations."
Mario looked at him narrowly, murmuring, "Your eyes seem fine. From the way you dance it's obvious there's nothing wrong with either of your legs. And your arms look just as perfect. So your problem must be a penis you think is much too small. Right?"
A new record started. As if he hadn't heard her question, Jamison asked, "Shall we dance some more?"
"Hell no!" Mario snapped.
Jamison gave her a startled look of surprise.
Mario said, "We're talking about doing something a lot more fun and more exciting than dancing." She linked her arm through one of Jamison's abruptly and turned him away from the lighted patio with her. He followed her lead rather reluctantly.
Jamison told her, "Saying I'd enjoy making love to a woman is one thing. Saying I'm ready to risk trying such a thing is something else entirely."
"What risk?" Mario demanded. "What's the risk in making love to a woman if she hasn't got some disease and she's intelligent enough to observe modern birth control techniques?"
Jamison said rather sullenly, "A man may have risks to face no woman ever has to worry about."
"Are you afraid of being laughed at?" Mario demanded. "Do you think your cock's so small most women would laugh at you if they saw it?"
Jamison gasped, "I didn't say that!"
"You didn't have to," Mario told him.
"Then how did you guess?"
"I just happen to have been around quite a bit," Mario said quietly. "I've learned there's no other one thing more men worry about than that their cock isn't big enough."
Again sounding alarmed, Jamison suddenly asked, "Where're we going?"
"To your cabin, darling," Mario purred, hugging herself against Jamison's arm. "I have a hunch my cabin's already in use, as long as my husband's been gone with our hostess. On the other hand, your wife's somewhere away up in the wild blue yonder with that Dixson character. So your cabin ought to be a perfect place to get better acquainted. Don't you think so?"
Jamison gave her a searching glance as they walked on along the shadowy path under the towering pines which stood guard over all the scattered guest cabins. Almost timidly he asked, "Do you enjoy oral lovemaking? I mean, being made love to that way? Orally?"
"I love it!" Mario exclaimed. "And a good thing, too. My husband hasn't made love to me any other way except orally for two or three years. The way I've figured it out-because he's refused to talk about it with me-he'd rather save all the wear and tear on his joystick he possibly can so it'll always be grandly ready for use on the various young female starlets at the studio. But I've never complained. After all, why should I? I have several lovers who more than make up for everything he denies me. Being generous, I've found, usually pays handsome dividends."
"Then it'll be all right if I only make oral love to you?" Jamison insisted.
"Darling, whatever you enjoy most will be just great by me," Mario assured him.
Minutes later, when they undressed in the bedroom of Jamison's cabin, he left his shorts on. Mario gently chided, "You can't be planning to make love with your clothes on, darling?"
Soberly Jamison told her, "I'll feel far more comfortable this way-if you don't mind too much?"
Mario chuckled, then murmured, "I think we're going to have to have a long talk about your hangup, sweetie. But we can let that wait until we're better acquainted. Maybe then you'll find it easier to trust me."
Suddenly taking command like he had in taking the lead while they danced, Jamison stepped in close and gathered Mario's naked body to him in his arms, murmuring as her luscious bare tits were pressed against his naked chest, "You seem very understanding, for a woman."
That brought a merry giggle out of her as she exclaimed, "Oh, some of us girls are almost human."
Jamison brought his lips down upon Mario's before she could say any more. She experienced instant amazement; his lips felt masculine and strong. They were more gentle than many men's, but in no way effeminate. The moist hotness of them with their gentleness felt surprisingly good to her. Mario found herself suddenly kissing back with abruptly rising passion.
Jamison's feverish tongue thrust suddenly through Mario's lips. Past her teeth. Into her mouth, caressingly. Mario's tongue rose to greet his, to twine with it in a slippery embrace that reminded Mario a little of the feeling of a good hard cock in her cunt. The image sent her blood pressure soaring. Her arms tightened around Jamison, pulling her belly against his more tightly. She began grinding her cunt against him. She felt a lump of answering excitement, his cock trapped inside his shorts. It felt like it might not be as big as many cocks Mario was acquainted with, but it was plenty big enough to begin creating some terribly good friction on her rigid clitoris. But she felt uncertainty flash through Jamison, felt him start to loosen the hold of his arms around her, start to withdraw his caressing tongue from her mouth and to draw away.
She beat him to it, abruptly pushing herself away from him and whirling with a merry shriek to go rushing to the bed. She threw herself down upon it crosswise, pulling her feet up on the edge of the mattress, knees high in the air and open wide. Breathlessly she gasped, "You are the most, darling! Just the very most! I simply can't understand why you act so shy. I'm beginning to get an increasingly strong feeling that you're probably just a terrific lover! Just terrific!"
Jamison smiled quietly, obviously pleased more than a little by her words of praise, but said nothing as he got down upon his knees beside the bed, almost as if to pray. He thrust his head in between Mario's legs. He began kissing and licking the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, skipping back and forth from one to the other, working his way slowly but steadily downward.
Breathlessly Mario demanded, "Has anyone ever told you before that you have a magnificent mouth?"
Jamison kept right on with his kissing and licking. But he sent one of his fingers to gently stroke at the lips of Mario's cunt. She moaned quietly and felt a gush of hot love-honey triggered in her cunt. As if he knew, his caressing finger abruptly thrust through the slippery lips to dip into those juices as they flowed outward. That brought a louder moan from Mario and she raised her cunt toward his hand with small humping motions.
But Jamison seemed to misinterpret her invitation; he withdrew his finger from her cunt. Mario's head came up off the mattress, words of protest ready to tumble from her lips. Instead a startled grunt came out of her explosively as she suddenly felt that same finger start caressing her asshole! Instantly Jamison murmured soothingly, "Relax, love. If you've never had this done to you before, trust me for just a minute until I get my finger in. Then you'll begin getting a really groovy sensation. Just relax."
His finger, slippery with the juices from Mario's cunt went sliding smoothly into her ass. Mario gasped.
Then she felt his thumb being thrust gently into her lower cunt. It went into her to meet the tip of the finger in her ass. Between the two digits, in the thin wall of tissue between bowel and vagina, he seemed to find a whole cable of nerves. He began caressing it between his fingertip and thumb. The sensation that went roaring through Mario was a mind-blower. A long, wavering moan came out of her.
Abruptly Jamison's hot mouth closed upon Mario's upper cunt. She screamed at the shock of ecstatic anguish that went roaring through her senses as he began sucking and licking at her burning clitoris. Mario's hands flew to her hair, clutching at it, pulling at it, as if trying to keep the top of her head from being blown off.
But her cunt was where she exploded. Her cunt and rectum and whole lower belly suddenly began working, struggling in the delightfully agonizing spasms of relentless pulsations as an orgasmic storm shook her. Almost instantly it had Mario teetering on the fine edge of a black chasm, ready to black out if that raging storm of sensation increased in intensity a mere fraction more.
Fingers closed suddenly upon the nipple of Mario's right tit, giving the rigid nipple a gentle pull. That furious storm of sensation within her soared, yet the blackness she'd expected still did not overwhelm her. Only her screams changed, becoming more anguished as her whole lower body seemed to go berserk, her cunt and belly muscles pulsating even more furiously than before. Mario felt she was dissolving, her flesh becoming a molten blob of boiling, bubbling sensation as she lay there writhing and jerking convulsively in the throes of the excruciating delights of multiple orgasm, the ending of one blended almost indistinguishably into the beginning of another as she kept on coming and coming and coming and coming and concatenatedly coming still again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Darling, you've just got to let me make it good for you, now!" Mario panted, after her frantic breathing quieted a little and some strength began to dribble back into her body after her marathon of orgasms finally ended.
Jamison was resting upon the bed beside her, now. She reached a hand to him, caressing his face lovingly. "Please fuck me, lover," she whispered pleadingly. "Please let me enjoy feeling you in me. Or at least let me try with my mouth to make it as good for you as you've just made it for me. Please, sweetie, please."
She moved her hand from his face, down his belly to the lump protruding in his shorts. Too late he realized the destination of her hand. He tried to draw away. Her hand closed upon him, closed upon his rigid cock hidden behind the shelter of his shorts.
Instantly Mario assured him, "Sweetheart, he's beautiful! He's a lot bigger than your finger. And longer, too! Isn't he?"
"Why, yes-I suppose so," Jamison nodded uncertainly, his hesitant words sounding breathless.
"Then why all the worry, darling?" Mario demanded. "A real lover who knows what he's doing can give a woman far greater pleasure just with his finger. Do you hear me? Just with his finger; more than most insensitive clods can create for her even though they have a cock three times that size. It's how you use it that really matters, darling-not how big or how long it is. Believe me! It's how you use it, and I'm just certain you could learn to use yours like a master lover, if you just made up your mind to do it. Won't you try?"
Jamison stared at Mario incredulously. Finally he demanded, his voice tense with pent-up feeling, "You aren't-aren't just-."
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing like-I mean but the truth, that's what I'm telling you, lover!" Mario interrupted. "You told me to just relax and trust you, awhile ago. Now it's your turn. You just trust me. Everything'll be just wonderful if you'll just believe in me."
Again he stared at her in silence for a moment. Finally Jamison murmured, "I've pretended to be a fag for twenty years, rather than risk the disaster of a woman's scorn."
"But what about your wife?" Mario asked. "She seems like a sophisticated woman."
"That's why I married her," Jamison nodded. "I'm in a position to help her in her career. And she's very sophisticated. Very sympathetic toward homosexuals, very understanding about their special problems."
"But isn't she just as understanding about the fears almost all men have about the size of their penis?" Mario suggested. "Surely she's told you-."
"She doesn't know a thing about that," Jamison interrupted. "I mean, not about my personal problems that way, at least. She accepted me as a homosexual when she married me and that's the only way it's ever been. We both had that understanding when we got married."
"How long ago?" Mario asked.
"Ten years."
"Married ten years to a man she's never made love to? Lord, but she is sophisticated! And I thought being married to a movie star was a pretty poor imitation of what real marriage ought to be."
"We both went into it with our eyes open. And our minds," Jamison said.
"Yeah, I know," Mario murmured, "but I still get a deep down gut feeling, even after all these years, that the whole marriage business would work out better if only more people tried getting into it with open hearts, then worked from there getting their eyes and minds open together. You haven't really enjoyed those ten years."
"No," Jamison admitted. "All I can say for those years is I haven't been laughed at, haven't seen scorn in some woman's eyes as she looked at me like I was some kind of cripple."
"I tell you that's all in your mind," Mario declared. "Forget all that nonsense, now. Put it out of your mind and just trust me," she directed firmly. With that, she reached inside Jamison's shorts, forcing them down with her wrist as she gently gripped his surprised cock.
Jamison gasped explosively and was about to protest. Mario shifted her body upon the bed, bringing her cunt to his cock. She threw one leg over him, opening her cunt wide. She dipped the head of Jamison' rigid cock into the slippery warmth. She stroked it back and forth in that delicious crack until it was thoroughly coated with her juices. She shifted it, then, to her clitoris. She moaned softly, then murmured, "Suck my tits, if you want to make it feel good to me, too."
Jamison grabbed for her tits with hands that were shaking with his excitement. But before he could catch them, she suggested, "Why don't you get rid of those damned shorts first, though? You don't need them any longer, lover."
Jamison nearly ripped his shorts, taking them off in such haste. As he threw them aside, Mario said, "Now just lay back on the bed, darling, and let me do the work. I'll tell you what you need to do. There's nothing to worry about."
Mario chuckled as she climbed astride Jamison. So he wouldn't misunderstand, she quickly told him, "You're so sweet and so eager it's pathetic. Before I'm through with you, you're going to hate yourself for all the years of good fucking you've wasted."
"You really think my thing's big enough to make sex good for a woman?" Jamison asked breathlessly.
"Half what you've got would be big enough if you'd learned how to use it, learned how to make love to a woman the way she needs to be made love to," Mario declared.
She settled herself over him. She lowered her belly until it came against his. Her educated cunt found Jamison's hardness. He groaned as her slippery lower lips closed around his tingling shaft. In amazement he felt her vaginal sheath resisting the head of his cock tightly as his virginal cock was pushed deeper and deeper into it. He groaned again, a long, sighing, delicious groan. Masturbation was the most terrific sensation he ever had experienced before this; already her velvet-lined cunt's firm grip around his penetrating cock was giving him sensations far beyond any he'd ever experienced in that quality of indescribable delightfulness.
Weakly Jamison raised his hands to clutch her tits. He brought them to his gasping mouth and sucked them in. That, too, was a new experience. Pleased surprise flashed through him. They tasted delicious!
Suddenly he felt Mario's pelvic bone pressing into his as she rubbed her greedy cunt against him. He realized he was in her as far as his cock could reach. And he was amazed because it felt like he was deeper in her than he'd ever imagined his cock would ever reach into a woman. His cock suddenly seemed to feel bigger in the tight, slippery grip of her glove-like sheath, and to feel longer, to be reaching into her farther, than seemed possible. A strange feeling of new self-esteem suddenly started rising within him.
Mario slid her smooth belly back and forth against Jamison's, a movement that made the head of his cock move deep within her. He felt that sensitive knob of his caressing mysteries he had never touched before within the cavern of her cunt.
Waves of sensation were mounting and crashing through him fantastically. He began gobbling at Mario's tits more eagerly than before, hopeful that he might be giving at least a small gift of similar sensation to her in return.
Then Mario began bobbing her ass up and down, stroking Jamison's cock in and out of that delightful tunnel of hers. He felt those inner waves of sensation building higher, growing wilder as they tossed his senses like a ship in a storm. He was amazed at the raging sea of sensation that sweet cunt of hers was giving him. Muffled groans came continuously from his tit-crammed mouth.
Then his excitement shot even higher as abruptly he heard a gasping moan come trembling out of Mario as she worked over him. She had been keeping the head of Jamison's short cock in almost constant, caressing contact with the exact places where it created the greatest amount of sensation possible within her. She had become caught up in an increasing storm of sensation all her own.
Her hips began pumping faster. She ground her belly against Jamison's harder. Her unmistakable excitement triggered a fantastic response of soaring intensity of sensation within him. He felt a fine trembling shaking his entire body. He could feel her belly growing as taut as his own with ballooning passion as hers slapped against his.
Delighted amazement flooded through him when a scream of ecstatic anguish ripped out of Mario and Jamison felt the fantastic surge of her muscles around his cock as she exploded into orgasm. It seemed like the greatest, like the most exciting accomplishment of his entire life. He felt pleased as he'd never felt before as she began riding him faster and harder, her cries rising louder.
Then Jamison's own storm of raging sensation began to overwhelm him. Even Mario's continuing screams seemed to fade. The inner pressure was becoming unbearable, excruciatingly delightful, agonizingly delicious. What she'd said about him hating himself flashed through his reeling mind. He knew she was right, now that he finally realized just what he had denied himself all the years past because of his unfounded, superstition-like fear.
But that thought, too, was swept away by the tidal waves of sensation thundering through him seeking release. He knew he was coming. A strangled yell tore its way up from his gut, through his constricted throat and out his anguished mouth. His senses reeled. He felt all that fantastic inner storm rushing toward the tingling head of his cock as that swollen knob plunged back and forth frantically in the relentless grip of Mario's fiery cunt. Then it exploded and came geysering from that pulsating knob, driving a frenzied yell of agony and of joyous triumph from Jamison. A cry that seemed to be boasting of the belated birth of his full manhood. He was filling the cunt of a woman with his male essence; filling the cunt of a woman he had triggered into orgasm ahead of his own.
He felt very near to blacking out as he struggled and strained in the throes of continuing orgasm. He wondered if dying might feel something like this. If it did ... but the thought was torn away by another crashing wave of sensation as something deep in Mario's cunt seemed to close upon the head of his cock and begin milking at it like a hot, moist little hand. His senses reeled again but he seemed powerless to stop. The howling storm of passion raged on and on and on.
When Mario's famished cunt finally had milked Jamison's pulsating cock dry, the thunderous sea of sensation began slowly to subside. Mario finally collapsed upon him. As she lay there panting, she murmured, "And you thought you didn't have all it takes to make it good for a woman. If it'd been any better, I think I'd be dead. And you might be in a lot of real trouble-for fucking me to death." She chuckled weakly and kissed him on the neck. "You're probably my first cherry."
"But I've got so much to learn, yet," Jamison panted.
"Don't sweat it, sweetie," Mario murmured. "When I pick a cherry, I take care of it right. We've got two whole weeks here on the ranch.
I'll give you an education before the end of that time that'll qualify you as a master lover wherever you go. I'll teach you how to drive that wife of yours crazy, how to make her worship the very ground you walk on. I'll teach you things-."
She broke off, lay there gasping for a moment, then repeated wearily, "Trust me, lover. Just don't sweat it."
