Go Down Swinging
by Thomas Shire
(BH-7256)


CHAPTER ONE 

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." 


THE END
