BH-7316  Boy-Loving Woman
(Thomas Shire)


CHAPTER ONE 

I was sixteen, a senior in high school, when I first became aware of how 
really great it would be if a "Bachelors' Blue Book for Older Model and/or 
Used Ladies" was available, similar to the Blue Book depended upon by the 
entire used car business. I actually just stumbled upon, or was pushed into, 
my recognition of this need for a dependable reference work offering 
standards for comparing or evaluating the satisfaction potential of used 
and/or older model ladies. 

There was this cute junior, Sandra MacLanglin, who'd appeared in our school 
after Thanksgiving holidays. First time I'd laid eyes on her she'd sent my 
steam pressure zooming, so I moved right in to protect her from the mob of 
other panting young studs threatening to trample her in their eagerness to 
be the first to date her. 

The following Friday evening when I went to pick Sandra up for that first 
date, however, I was met at the door by her mother, Big Sandra. She had 
everything Sandra had, only more of it. It was hard to believe she actually 
could be Sandra's mother; an older sister seemed more likely, but she was 
actually her mother. 

Anyhow, Big Sandra welcomed me like an old friend and showed me into the 
front room. I found myself talking with her as easily as I'd been able to 
talk with Sandra. Some kind of physical magnetism she radiated had me 
wishing to hell I was an old friend, or at least older, because if Sandra 
had raised my steam pressure, that mysterious something about her mother 
quickly had my blood heated up to a hard boil that made me almost forget 
about Sandra being the one I was there about. 

Then Big Sandra abruptly informed me she was sorry but Sandra's father had 
arrived unexpectedly on an afternoon plane and, exercising his visitation 
rights, had taken Sandra out for dinner and a show that evening. She was so 
apologetic, I felt apologetic about being the cause of her being so 
apologetic. I was amazed to hear myself suggesting, "If Sandra has other 
demands on her time this evening, how about letting me show you our town's 
chief points of interest?" 

I was even more amazed to hear her luscious mother declare, "I'd love that, 
but I'm not ready to go anywhere. I'd have to bathe and fix my hair-" 

I interrupted, declaring, "If you make yourself any more attractive than you 
already are, I'll have to call for a police escort to hold off the mobs of 
other jealous men." 

She seemed to like that. Not that she said anything, exactly, but I could 
see it in her eyes. What she did say was, "It wouldn't take me so long if 
you'd be willing to be a dear and help me some." 

Looking back, I realize there had to have been something about me that 
turned her on, regardless of the difference in our ages, exactly like that 
mysterious something about her that turned me on, because I found out she 
wasn't ordinarily the kind of woman who plays it fast and loose. Regardless, 
after I'd assured her I'd gladly assist her any way I could, Big Sandra 
asked, "Will you scrub my back for me, wash all my hard-to-reach places so 
my bath won't take me so long?" 

I nodded, gulping. I nodded because right at that moment my throat was 
suddenly too tight with excitement to utter even a squeak. Just the feminine 
magnetism that radiated from Big Sandra had started my cock getting hard, 
but that request of hers for me to scrub her back and hard-to-reach places, 
whatever that meant, had my cock trying to tear its way through my damned 
pants front. 

Up in the bathroom of the master bedroom, I found out Big Sandra had a 
master-sized shower stall but no tub. In order to wash her back I'd just 
almost have to be in the shower stall with her. Lordy, by then I was so 
damned hot I was scared I'd come off like a green damned kid by coming in my 
pants or some equally dumb thing. My hands were trembling so as I undressed 
myself I had one hell of a time getting out of my clothes. I was thankful 
Big Sandra didn't seem to be paying much attention to me right then. She 
seemed to be having a problem getting her bra unfastened. 

Suddenly she murmured, "Would you be a dear and unfasten this catch for me? 
I just can't seem to get it." 

I'd just finished stripping to the buff by that time. When I stood up to go 
to her my old cock was riding rigidly at attention as it hung out before my 
belly. She had all her clothes off except that overloaded bra, but she 
couldn't have acted calmer if we'd both been fully clothed. 

When I tried to move in behind her to get at the stubborn bra catch, 
however, she turned herself so I was forced to approach front to front. She 
didn't seem to even see my stiff cock sticking out ahead of me, but when I 
stopped back a pace away from her and bent forward to reach under her arms 
and behind her to the troublesome catch, trying to keep my forward cock from 
nuzzling into her luscious bare belly, she stepped on in close to me. Her 
belly came against mine with my stiff cock sandwiched between. I was so 
excited my cock began throbbing like I was nearly ready to come. 

I was no cherry; I'd fucked my share of girls since my first year in high 
school. But this was my very first experience with a fully mature woman and 
maybe that's what made it seem so damned much more intensely exciting. 

Anyhow, my cock was so sizzling hot, sandwiched there like it was between 
Big Sandra's luscious belly and my own, that I just knew it was going to 
betray me and begin geysering all over our bellies and the bathroom floor. 
And if it did, I knew I'd die and sink right through that tile floor with 
embarrassment. 

I'd heard that deep breathing helped you relax and relaxing helped minimize 
pain and all other kinds of sensation, including those generated by runaway 
sexual tensions. So I began dragging huge breaths of air in as deep as I 
could make it go into my lungs while I fumbled with that bra catch back 
there behind her back. Even with the deep breathing, I was scared to move 
for fear the slightest movement of either of our bellies against my tingling 
cock would trigger me. 

Finally I got the stubborn catch unfastened, and instantly Big Sandra's 
heavy, ripe naked tits burst free of the bra's restraint and came jumping 
out proud and free right before my startled eyes. Without a conscious 
thought, just pure reflex or instinct, I ducked my face and buried my face 
between those luscious big boobs, then began licking and kissing them. Big 
Sandra put a hand on my head and began running her fingers through my hair, 
not acting exactly displeased by my uninhibited behavior. She didn't pull 
away or protest in any way, even when I finally sucked both her rigid 
nipples into my hot mouth together as I pressed her luscious tits together 
between my sweaty hands. Her fingers just clutched at my hair momentarily, 
then went right on stroking through it like they'd been doing. I remember 
that much, although I'll admit I've never been able to remember too much of 
the details from that point on. I remember feeling amazed at finding myself 
so superheated, just as if this had been my very first experience with a 
naked female who seemed ready to get my stiff cock straight between us. 

The fact was, I'd fucked enough high school girls before then so that the 
whole sex scene had begun seeming just a little on the jaded side to me, 
especially if I didn't have a completely new and different girl than I'd 
ever had before. But no new and different girl I'd ever had in more than a 
year had turned my burners on like that mysterious something about Big 
Sandra had. I felt sure I hadn't been as steamed up in my entire life 
before, not even by the very first fuck I'd ever had. 

I finally let her delicious tits slip out of my mouth to gasp, "You're 
delectable! Beautiful!" 

Big Sandra closed the fingers of one hand around my swollen cock as she 
stepped back to release it from the sandwich between our bellies. As she 
gave it a couple of gentle strokes, she murmured, "You look pretty 
delectable yourself, sweet-" She broke off with a sudden frown, then asked, 
"What's your name again?" 

"Vince Peters," I told her. 

"Sweet Vince," she murmured, smiling. Suddenly she let her knees hinge, 
sinking toward the floor. When her mouth was level with that rock-hard cock 
of mine, she stuck out her tongue and gave me a drooling lick from my balls 
to the sensitive tip of the flared head of my cock. That set up sensations 
in it that felt like the sound given off by a tuning fork. For an instant I 
shook like a chill had taken me. 

While I still stood frozen there in my tracks, vibrating, Big Sandra's lips 
closed around the head of my cock, sucking at it while she teased the 
sensitive underside near the tip with flicking strokes of her tongue. That 
brought a rasping, taut, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of me 
gustily. 

Having given that quick sample, Big Sandra straightened herself before me, 
gripped my tingling cock gently in one hand, and turned toward the shower. 
Using my cock like a handle, she led me to the big glass-enclosed stall. 

Taking a shower with someone of the opposite sex who really turns you on, 
I've discovered, can make just a shower an extraordinary experience you'll 
never forget. Something about having hot water sprayed upon your naked flesh 
seems to intensify the voltage of the sensations you enjoy from every 
contact your skin makes with any part of your partner's body. Especially 
when that partner is someone as lusciously curvaceous as Big Sandra! 

I'd already learned what a mistake it is to come on too hot and heavy like a 
bull-anxious clod, a mistake I'd discovered many of my fellow athletic types 
consistently made. Their talk in the locker room made it obvious they had an 
idea that sex is nothing better than just another type of body contact sport 
involving a winner and a loser at which they never lose because they're 
physically able to overpower the opponent, a girl, who is always weaker. 
They seem to consider girls and women some kind of inferior beings created 
for the sole purpose of providing them and all other supposedly superior 
males a supply of punching bags with cunts which they felt somehow honor 
bound to use and humble. 

But I'd been lucky enough to find out what a stupid idea that was the very 
first time I fucked a girl. That first girl had shown me I could enjoy a 
more intense kind of pleasure from learning how to create mind-blasting 
sensations in my partner than it was possible to get from the ordinary male 
concentration upon self-centered, completely selfish preoccupation with my 
personal sensations alone. So I didn't try to rush things with Big Sandra. I 
set my pace according to cues I picked up from her reactions. Hot as I was, 
I'll admit it wasn't easy to do. 

Everything evens out, however; you give something and you get something even 
better in return. I'd learned long before that experience with Big Sandra 
that my holding a tight check on my faster-rising male passion heightened 
the sensitivity in every cell of my entire body, intensifying the sensation 
I enjoyed beyond anything otherwise possible. 

So I began lathering Big Sandra's shoulders. As I did, I rubbed the tingling 
hardness of my stiff cock against the curving softness of her ass. She 
cooperated by tipping her pelvis, which pushed the luscious cheeks of her 
ass back against me harder. 

I don't really think it was necessary for me to hold back on her account; I 
think she was ready. She started to turn herself, as if to bring her front 
around to face mine. But I stopped her, reminding, "You wanted me to wash 
your back. Remember?" 

I released my quick grip on her shoulders and returned to lathering her 
back. But as I went I sent my hands in under her armpits where the roots of 
those luscious tits began. My cock pressed into the crack of her ass felt a 
shiver flash through her in response to the touch of my fingertips on her 
mammary glands, even away back there under her arms. I knew she wanted me to 
bring my hands on forward until my fingers closed upon her excited nipples. 
But I also knew it was as good for her to wait a little before she got what 
she wanted as it was for me. 

I moved my hands downward instead, lathering her sides over her ribcage. I 
was teasing her and I knew she knew it; in a way I was letting her know I 
was no mere green high school kid, despite whatever difference happened to 
exist in our ages. I was telling her I could hold up the man's end with her, 
regardless of how she wanted to play this little game. 

So I worked my hands on downward until her whole back, including the 
lusciously soft, curvaceous cheeks of her ass and the crack between them all 
were thoroughly lathered. Below that point, I hunkered down upon one heel 
while I lathered the backs of her long, tapered legs to the knees, then on 
down to the trim ankles; then her heels. 

I washed her feet, then began working my way upward over the skin covering 
the front of her legs as well as the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of 
both thighs. As my fingertips approached her muff-covered jewel box 
containing that personal treasure she carried between her two lovely legs, I 
glanced up at her face and found it lined with strain and her eyes clenched 
tightly closed. Abruptly, before she expected it, I put my lather-covered 
hand upon her cunt A low, strangled groan came from her. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As the groan came out of Big Sandra, her head tipped back on her shoulders 
like a hand had fastened in her hair from behind and jerked her head back. 
She acted like her knees were about to give away. But in no way was she 
asking me to stop what I was doing to her. Instead she thrust her pelvis 
forward, grinding her cunt against my hand, clearly asking as unmistakably 
as if she'd put it into so many words for me to at least dip a finger into 
her cunt. 

I crooked two fingers, sending them stroking into the steaming, slippery 
crack between the outer lips of her drooling cunt. That really brought a 
strangled, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of 
her. She drove her cunt at my hand again, trying to send my exploring 
fingers deeper into her. Another sharp, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" 
came out of her explosively. Then I was startled to feel the muscles of her 
cunt begin milking furiously at my penetrating fingers as she began to come. 
That's all it had taken. I couldn't believe it for an instant. 

Big Sandra threw her arms around me, hugging herself to me, her luscious big 
tits plastered tightly against my chest, her cunt grinding against my hand 
as it pulsated with her furious orgasm. At the same time her mouth found 
mine and she laid her hot lips on mine like frantically, her tongue 
thrusting through my lips into my mouth to twine affectionately with my 
tongue. Then her tongue went flashing here and there, exploring the whole 
interior of my mouth lovingly. All the while muffled moans were coming out 
of her from the ecstasy and agony of her orgasm. 

By the time she broke that passionate kiss, I was panting and gasping for 
breath as noisily as she was. I think if just a hot breath had blown across 
my tingling cock right then, I'd have come. Fortunately no hot breath blew 
across the throbbing head of my cock. 

I felt the storm of pulsations in her cunt subsiding. I pulled my fingers 
out of her before they touched something that would trigger her again. I 
brought my hand upward, beginning to spread lather over her lower belly as I 
pulled free of her encircling arms and stepped back. She released me 
reluctantly and I reminded, "I'm supposed to be in here helping you bathe. 
Remember?" 

"You're not that naive, Vince, lover," Big Sandra reproached knowingly. 
"You've already shown me you know enough about women to see straight through 
that ploy of mine. That was merely the handiest excuse I could think of on 
the spur of the moment to get us both out of our clothes ... as you well 
know. You also know damned well what I really want, don't you?" 

I chuckled, "I know anything you wait for a little tastes all the sweeter 
because you waited." 

"Oh, damn you!" Big Sandra gasped petulantly, "I've had to wait too long 
already! That's one of the problems of being either a young widow or 
divorced. You've had enough sex to develop a healthy appetite for it 
regularly and then all of a sudden it isn't available regularly ... unless 
you let yourself turn into a slut, which I refuse to do. In the first place, 
the sex you get with the kind of men who prey on widows and divorcees and 
turn them into sluts is damned poor quality, low satisfaction sex. There's 
just no way it can ever be worth that kind of price. Not to me. So I've been 
going a long, long time between the sex feasts I've had a chance to enjoy. 
That's the only excuse I've got for coming on like a dirty, lecherous old 
woman, like I have with you." She sounded breathless. 

My hands had been spreading lather higher and still higher while she talked, 
until they began brushing those luscious breasts, which didn't seem to help 
her breathlessness. Both nipples stood at rigid attention, like two tiny 
penises, each trying to attract the attention of my caressing fingertips. 

I felt certain Big Sandra had started holding her breath, just waiting for 
the touch of my fingers on or at least near those nipples. But I couldn't 
have her anticipating me, now could I? I took my hands to her armpits where 
the swelling curve of her breasts began. 

Big Sandra's eyes popped open, surprised and ready to protest. But that 
turned into a mute stare as my fingertips started slowly forward along the 
swelling sides of her luscious tits. And there was no doubt about whether 
she was holding her breath or not as my caressing fingertips stroked slowly 
toward her nipples. She began trembling with the excitement I was stirring 
up within her. One of her own hands went shooting abruptly to her crotch 
where her fingers began almost frantically caressing her own clitoris. That 
started her hips making humping movements like it was an involuntary action 
she was powerless to control. 

She surprised me, then. The hand teasing her own cunt abruptly moved from 
her cunt and closed upon my cock almost possessively. She stepped in close, 
bringing the head of my cock to the job her fingers had been doing, 
caressing her tingling clitoris with it. That didn't do a thing to cool me 
off. Neither did the groaning way she gasped, "Oh, I've just got to have you 
in me! I'm gonna die if I have to wait any longer to get your delicious cock 
into my hungry cunt!" 

She couldn't have been one bit more ready than I felt, but I wanted her even 
hotter than I was. I knew the one and only way to make sure of that was to 
make her wait a little longer. Regardless of how positive she might be that 
waiting any longer would kill her, I knew it wouldn't. 

So I held back when she tried to guide my cock into her sizzling cunt, 
giving her just enough of it to stroke through her cunt's drooling lips and 
tease her more but not enough to get actually into her. Just to help things 
along, my sudsy fingers bunched together and closed around both her excited 
nipples gently, then pulled both of them, stretching them slowly. 

Lordy, it was like I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barrelled shotgun. 
Even with the tingling head of my cock just barely penetrating the lips of 
her cunt, I felt the violent seizure that knotted the muscles of not only 
her cunt but her whole lower belly. It held for an instant, during which a 
scream came out of her like she was in mortal agony. Then all those muscles 
began a hard, rhythmic pulsating as she blasted off into another orgasmic 
orbit. 

Mindlessly, her ass kept pushing her cunt at my cock, trying to drive that 
caressing hardness into it. But I kept backing away, letting her have 
nothing but the head of it to continue teasing her cunt with while my 
fingers continued teasing her tits. She kept coming after me, determined to 
get my cock into her ravenous cunt, her whole body jerking and twitching 
almost like she was having a fit of some kind, her eyes clenched tightly 
shut and her head rolled back on her shoulders while her hands clutched at 
me, trying to pull me in close. 

But I managed to keep my distance from her, giving her only as much of my 
cock as I wanted her to have yet, by making three fast laps around the 
shower stall backing away from her. We were well rinsed by then and she kept 
coming on stronger, threatening to finally get me cornered if I didn't get 
outside that stall where I'd have more room to maneuver. 

So the fourth time around I got the door open and backed right on out of the 
shower into the big bathroom proper. The thought flashed through my head 
that if anyone could have gotten a motion picture of our weird, impromptu 
sex-dance it probably would have looked funny as hell, with Big Sandra's 
screams and moans filling in as the music. 

It took some fancy footwork, but I managed to keep on backpedaling until 
those massive pulsations in her cunt finally tapered off and reluctantly 
stopped. Big Sandra's luscious body stopped its twitching and jerking and 
her cunt stopped chasing my cock. Her legs seemed to be trembling as she 
stopped coming at me and stood there panting like a runner who's just 
finished a hard mile. She gasped complainingly, "Lover, why do you delight 
so in torturing me?" 

I asked, "You want me to stop?" 

"Oh, no!" she groaned. "Please don't stop!" 

As a reward to her for giving me the right answer, I cupped her luscious 
tits in both hands, brought both excited nipples to my mouth and sucked them 
in. I gave them a quick suck and a licking I meant as a promise of things to 
come. Her hands clutched my hair and she moaned and acted like her knees 
were about to buckle under her. 

I pulled my mouth away from her delicious tits before that happened. As I 
straightened again before her, still holding both luscious tits in my hands, 
I asked, "How'd you like having me eat your pussy?" 

"You're really amazing!" she gasped. 

"How come?" I chuckled. 

"You'd take time to make oral love to me when you know I'm about to go out 
of my mind wanting you to fuck me?" she panted, sounding incredulous. 

I asked, "Don't you enjoy oral sex?" 

"Of course I enjoy it, lover!" she exclaimed. "What woman doesn't? But 
that's not the point!" 

"What's the point, then?" I demanded. 

She shrugged, shaking her head as if searching for words, then declared, 
"Just that for some reason most men seem unable to think of wanting to do 
anything but fuck me, without wasting any time at all on preliminaries. But 
here I am dying to have you fuck me, so you're the one who's forcing me to 
wait for it while you take me through all the lovely preliminaries which I 
don't need this time because I was burning up with passion for you from the 
very first touch. Talk about ironic! That's the point." 

"But you do enjoy having your pussy eaten?" I persisted. 

She rolled her eyes and her words came out in a sexy sigh as she admitted, 
"I've loved it ... the few chances I've ever gotten to enjoy being loved 
that way. But this is one of the few times I'd gladly pass-" 

I interrupted, "Only amateurs, greenhorns, and horse-cocked stupes ever get 
in a hurry with sex. All connoisseurs know that patience adds richness to 
sex exactly as time adds quality to good wine or whiskey." 

"Lordy, how did a guy as young as you are get so wise about things most men 
never live long enough to learn?" she sighed, sounding almost disgusted. Her 
breathing was again beginning to sound ragged as my fingers on her tits 
started right in rekindling her passion. 

I chuckled and told her, "Maybe it's because I've liked girls well enough to 
listen to them, ever since I was just a little guy. No man can learn to make 
love to a woman unless he's first learned to respect whatever she has to say 
enough to really listen to her. But that listening involves a hell of a lot 
more than just listening to the things she says in words. That much I'm 
certain of." 

"And most men never even listen to the things a woman tries to put into 
words, much less any more than that," Big Sandra murmured breathlessly. "You 
are really too much." 

I said wryly, "Sure I am. After this, you'll probably take a shotgun to me 
if I even try to speak to your daughter." 

"Don't be silly," Big Sandra gasped as she caressed her clitoris with the 
head of my cock. "You're the perfect one, I think, to teach a sweet girl 
like my little Sandra. You can give her a gift she'll cherish all the rest 
of her life." 

"A gift?" I asked, puzzled. 

Big Sandra nodded, her eyes again beginning to get a droop-lidded, bedroom 
look about them as her face again began looking drawn with the pressure of 
sexual tension rising within her. She whispered breathlessly, "You can give 
her a gift of knowledge. The knowledge of exactly how much she as a woman 
had a right to expect from a man making love to her. And the knowledge of 
how indescribably great it really is to be a woman when you've found the 
right man and you teach him how to make love to you just exactly right for 
you." 

I couldn't believe my ears. "You approve of the idea of me fucking your 
daughter?" I demanded. 

"Someone's sure as hell going to fuck her, and probably already has," Big 
Sandra exclaimed in ragged gasps. "Before she's any older, she'll be lucky 
if you teach her how really great sex can be. Ought to be. Can't help but be 
when it's done lovingly and warmheartedly, enthusiastically, freely, 
naturally, joyously." 

I stared at her a moment, continuing to tease her luscious tits. Finally I 
declared, "You really mean it." 

"You bet your sweet ass I really mean it," Big Sandra exclaimed. "Even if 
she has been fucked a few times already, and even if none of those times 
were like they actually should have been, she hasn't been soured on sex yet. 
I know you'll make up, and then some, for whatever might have been wrong 
with her first experiences. You've proven to me how patient you can be and 
how loving and gentle. And I'm convinced there wouldn't be such a creature 
as a so-called frigid woman if all girls were properly initiated into the 
joys of fucking the way I know you fuck, even though I still haven't 
experienced the joy yet of having you fuck me. And I want that for little 
Sandra because I never want her winding up frigid because she's been 
frightened of sex by the ordinary kind of male stupes who think fucking a 
girl is just another kind of wrestling match that the girl always loses. Too 
many women get permanently soured on sex by those kind of male animals." 

"You seem to have pretty strong feelings on the matter," I observed. 

"Because I came damned near becoming a frigid woman," Big Sandra declared as 
she moved the head of my cock away from her clitoris and back down into the 
slippery lips of her drooling cunt again. She stroked it up and down through 
them caressingly as she told me, "The only thing that saved me was that I'd 
had a boyfriend in college who'd taught me just how great sex could be. So 
disgusted as I'd gotten with my husband, instead of turning frigid, I 
remembered those times with that other guy and went looking for someone like 
him. Someone like you. Because I'd just as soon become a zombie as become 
frigid; they're both more dead than alive. 

"A frigid woman loses her capacity to love warmheartedly. Her capacity to 
share her body with another mortal joyously, freely, naturally. She either 
loses or never learns to revel in the capacity of her body to be sensuous. 
Forgets how, or never learns, to thoroughly enjoy her flesh, to enjoy the 
myriad varieties of delicious sensation that can be produced in her flesh 
when she isn't afraid to allow that flesh to be brought wholly alive, 
sensuously alive. If she's never learned that kind of joy in being alive, 
never experienced it, she can very easily become a hopeless case if she's 
unfortunate enough to get tied up with the wrong man. 

"But if she's once known what sex can be like, she may forget for a while 
because of disgust or despair of the present, but there's still always a 
chance she'll remember. She may learn, to her sorrow, that numbered among 
men are too many stupid clods, too many horse-cocked dimwits, too many 
guilt-ridden rabbits, all of them worse than useless to a woman sexually. 
But as long as she knows from experience that other men do exist who are 
wholly different from those sexual cripples, there's a good chance she won't 
be crippled too. A good chance she'll fight to get her freedom back, then 
hunt until she finds herself one of those exceptional kind of men who fucks 
warmheartedly, joyously, lovingly, and will help her learn again to fuck 
warmheartedly and joyously in return. That's the priceless gift you can give 
my little Sandra." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I stood there staring at Big Sandra, pulling the excited nipples of both her 
luscious tits while she stroked the head of my cock up and down through the 
feverish lips of her cunt, helping me whip up a fresh storm of passion 
within her. I'd never expected to live long enough to hear a mother actually 
inviting me to fuck her daughter, as she just had. But as I thought over her 
reasoning about it, I had to admit to myself it seemed to add up to pretty 
good sense. It's just that few mothers have the capacity to be that 
objective and realistic about such a situation. 

I raised her delectable tits in both hands, bowed my head to them. I gave 
each tautly excited nipple a quick, sucking kiss. As each nipple went into 
my mouth briefly, I flicked my tongue around it as I sucked it. That brought 
a strangled sounding gasp out of Big Sandra. Her free hand grabbed for my 
hair while the hand on my cock began trying to help her thrusting ass shove 
it into her cunt. 

We had pretty well drip-dried as we stood there on the tiled bathroom floor 
outside the shower stall, so I swept her up off her feet into my arms and 
headed for the bedroom. She was giggling and shrieking like an excited 
schoolgirl as we went. 

I dropped her on the king-sized bed so her ass was on the very edge of the 
mattress. I went down upon my knees on the floor there beside the edge of 
the bed. I raised her feet, hooking them on the edge of the mattress out on 
either side of her luscious ass so that her upraised knees were spread wide 
apart. Then I leaned forward between her legs, but ignored her delectable 
cunt for the moment. 

Instead, I brought my hot mouth down upon her navel, licked around the rim 
of it with the tip of my tongue, then plunged that tip into it as far as I 
could make it go. Her fingers fastened lovingly in my hair and a pleased 
murmur rose softly from her. 

From her belly button, I started kissing and licking a zigzag trail downward 
over her lower belly. I'd never had anyone except girls about my own age 
before, so was a little surprised, I'll admit, to find the skin of Big 
Sandra's belly as creamy smooth and velvety soft as any of those younger 
girls. 

My tongue felt the muscles under her lovely skin begin rippling with tension 
as sensation mounted within her. My stiff cock began throbbing with fresh 
excitement in response to the excitement I knew I was creating in her. I 
forgot about how much older she was, forgot she could have been my own 
mother. All I was aware of by that time was that she was a luscious female 
whose enthusiastic response made it obvious she found me a terrifically 
exciting male. A male whose caresses were creating delectable sensations for 
her. 

My caressing mouth finally got down where the edge of Big Sandra's silky 
nest of cunt hair brushed my cheek and the side of my mouth. At that instant 
a gasping moan came out of her and I felt her belly muscles tying into 
harder knots. 

I took my time, kissing my way from one side of her lower belly to the other 
along that boundary of curly cunt muff. Big Sandra began sounding like she 
was having to struggle just to get breath in and out. I'd made girls gasp 
for breath like that before, but it's one of those things that always seem 
just as new and exciting to me every time it happens as it did the very 
first time. My cock had responded by getting so hard it ached. Boy, was I 
ever tempted to forget everything else I had planned for her and just shove 
that aching cock into her sizzling cunt without any more delay. 

But I knew, at the very time I was feeling the temptation, that giving in to 
an impulse like that would be indulging in kid stuff, even though most men 
may be as guilty of such lack of control as most kids are. When I finished 
this session with Big Sandra, I wanted to have taken every last wriggle out 
of her ass for at least an hour or so. I knew I'd be stacking the odds 
against myself if I started shoving the cock to her this early. So I just 
pushed the temptation aside and hung onto my cool. 

Big Sandra had started waving her knees back and forth in the air, opening 
her legs and her cunt from wide to wider, an unmistakable invitation. But I 
ignored that too. Instead of kissing my way right on down into that 
steaming, open cunt of hers like she was begging me to, I took my mouth from 
her lower belly to one of her upraised knees. 

She groaned in protest, her fingers tightening in my hair, and tried to pull 
my mouth to her cunt. But I held firm where I was, beginning to kiss and 
lick at the tender skin of her lower thigh. When she gave up her effort to 
pull my mouth to her cunt and relaxed her arms, I switched to her other 
lower thigh, kissing and licking my way a couple of inches downward over 
there. 

Big Sandra was uttering an almost continuous low moan now as she made little 
wriggling movements with her sweet ass. Her body language was as 
unmistakable as words, pleading with me to hurry and get to her feverishly 
waiting cunt. 

Unhurriedly, I continued kissing and licking my way downward over the soft, 
sensitive skin of her inner thighs. As my mouth finally approached the damp 
curls over her cunt, her ass began wriggling more frantically. She began 
raising her ass clear off the bed, thrusting her sizzling cunt upward toward 
my mouth imploringly. 

She succeeded in brushing her damp cunt hair against my cheek, in bringing 
her cunt so close I could feel heat radiating from its feverish depths 
against my cheek. But I didn't let her hurry me. 

Instead, I sent my tongue licking wetly into her velvety groin, there at the 
joining of her upper thigh with her lower belly. I felt her whole body 
trembling with pent-up desire and anticipation. I knew she was hoping my 
next move surely would bring my lips and tongue to her eagerly waiting cunt. 

I let her wait some more, however, taking my tongue to her other groin for a 
deep, moist, leisurely lick. As I was doing that, I had an inspiration. I 
remembered how it had felt the first time a girl sucking my cock had licked 
me across the asshole; I'd nearly blown my mind. So now I abruptly moved my 
face lower and thrust my tongue deep into the crack of Big Sandra's ass. I'd 
lathered it good when we were in the shower, so I knew I was running no risk 
of it not being entirely lickable. 

As the tip of my tongue touched Big Sandra's startled asshole, she gave a 
surprised jump that raised her whole ass off the bed. A gasp came out of her 
like I'd stuck her with a knife or a hot iron. Then an agonized protest came 
hissing noisily out of her, "You're killing me! I'm so hot I'll explode if 
you-" 

A startled gasp cut off her words as I licked upward across her trembling 
asshole again. Then I quickly took the tip of my tongue back to her asshole 
and started licking around and around it, like I'd done her bellybutton. She 
uttered a trembling wail like I really was killing her. 

But I kept it up. Suddenly Big Sandra's wail sharpened into an ecstatic 
scream. That same instant I felt the muscles around her rectum begin 
pulsating, just as the muscles in her cunt did when an orgasm started. And 
sure enough, she was coming again. I was amazed. It was the first time that 
had ever happened to me; I'd blasted her off into orgasmic space by just 
licking her asshole. 

It was obvious that was what had triggered her by the way she started 
thrusting her ass downward, striving to intensify the contact of my tongue 
with her asshole. And it was equally obvious that she was coming hard. 

I felt so pleased with myself, I almost forgot what I was supposed to be 
doing. Just in time I remembered I was more than just a fascinated 
spectator. I redoubled the caresses of my tongue, giving her no respite, 
deciding to see just how many consecutive orgasms I could trigger for her. 

It was wildly exciting, watching her writhing ass, feeling the furious 
pulsations shuddering through her whole lower body, hearing her strangled 
breathing and ecstatic screams. In addition, there was the feeling of 
pleasant amazement and satisfaction I experienced each time I demonstrated 
to myself this power I had just in my tongue, with no help whatever from my 
cock, to send a luscious female tripping out into orgasmic orbit. 

The sensations I created in big Sandra by continuing my tongue's caresses to 
her asshole triggered her off on three more orgasms in rapid succession. As 
her quivering anus stopped pulsating with the frantic spasms of that fourth 
orgasm, I decided another technique might help keep her orgasmic ball 
bouncing. Her entire asshole area was saturated, of course, with my slippery 
saliva, so I slipped my thumb into her asshole just as it stopped pulsating. 
As it went into her, she stiffened with a startled gasp and for an instant I 
thought just my thumb up her ass was all it was going to take to trigger a 
fifth orgasm. 

Then the muscles clamped around my thumb relaxed a bit as a sigh came 
shuddering out of her heavily. So I slipped my forefinger into her cunt, 
bringing another sharp gasp from Big Sandra. Then her ass began wriggling, 
clearly telling me she'd decided she liked what I was doing. 

I eased thumb and finger deeper into asshole and cunt until I could bring 
their tips together inside her. Between them, of course, was a thin wall of 
slippery membrane. In it was a cord of nerves. She moaned and wriggled her 
ass when I stroked that cord between the tips of thumb and finger, uttering 
a long, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" as I began caressing it 
gently. 

Then I gave her a deep, wet lick up through each groin, adding some more 
sensation to what my thumb and finger were creating. Big Sandra screamed 
softly and her fingers clutched my hair frantically. She acted almost 
desperate as she again started trying to pull my mouth to her cunt. 

This time I decided I'd delayed getting my mouth and tongue acquainted with 
her sweet pussy long enough. I found within me a real hunger to discover how 
she tasted. So I let her slowly pull my mouth up to her open, inviting cunt. 

It seemed to surprise her when suddenly I planted my lips upon the feverish 
lips of her cunt and thrust my tongue as deep into that sizzling cunt of 
hers as I could make it reach. She screamed louder than before and her hands 
worked convulsively at my hair. 

I started licking in and out of Big Sandra's burning cunt as fast as I could 
make my hard tongue fly back and forth from my mouth. At the same time, I 
found her rigid clitoris with the tip of my nose. A slight movement of my 
head was all it took to make the tip of my nose stroke that erotic center of 
hers, thus adding a third type of stimulation I was giving her to multiply 
fresh torrents of raging sensation roaring through her. 

Almost quicker than I can tell it, Big Sandra's whole lower belly began 
shuddering with a new frenzy of massive pulsations as she came again, this 
time even harder than any of the orgasms she'd had before. I felt the little 
shaft of her clitoris pulsating against the caressing tip of my nose. The 
muscles of her asshole were milking away relentlessly around my thumb, just 
as the muscles of her cunt were doing to my finger and my penetrating 
tongue. 

It was wildly erotic! My aching cock felt like almost anything, even a 
movement of air across its tingling head, might be all it would take to 
explode it. Trembling right on the brink of a massive ejaculation, being 
able to savor the sensation as its duration was drawn out, struck me as 
being almost better than actually coming, but that's not to say it relieved 
my desire for ultimate release. It just intensified and extended it, 
multiplied the pleasure of it. 

I began thinking I'd triggered Big Sandra off on an orgasm that was never 
going to end. She kept writhing and screaming and carrying on. The longer it 
lasted, the more intense became that inferno of excitement I felt building 
within my belly in response. I realized I'd discovered the greatest 
aphrodisiac in existence, a warmhearted woman's passionate response to her 
lover. The power of it would have stiffened the cock on a mummy. 

Greedily, I thrust my tongue deep into Big Sandra's furiously pulsating 
cunt, straining to send it deeper into her than it had ever reached before. 
I lapped and sucked hungrily at the flow of hot love-honey drooling from her 
sizzling cunt. Her hand clutched at my hair harder, trying to pull my mouth 
more tightly to her quaking cunt. 

That fabulous orgasm finally began tapering off, however, and reluctantly 
ended. As I felt the pulsations of her cunt which had been milking away 
steadily at my tongue and finger begin that tapering off, I realized a new 
tactic probably was in order. 

I switched my lips and tongue from her blazing vaginal sheath's entrance, 
the fiery lips of her cunt, to her clitoris. As my lips closed upon that 
excited little shaft and my tongue began licking at it as I sucked on it 
gently, replacing the lesser sensations created by the caressing tip of my 
nose, a louder scream came blasting out of Big Sandra than any she'd uttered 
before. Instantly I felt an intense shudder rush through her entire body. 
That was followed by a tremendous contraction of all the muscles in her 
cunt, her anus, and her entire lower belly, the start of furious new pumping 
of a fresh orgasm. 

She writhed around frantically, her scream continuing, wriggling her cunt 
against my mouth desperately. Her hands abandoned my hair and went flying up 
to clutch at her own like she was afraid the top of her head was going to 
blow off. Even that last long orgasm of hers had only been a warm-up, 
compared to this one. 

At long last, however, her scream tapered off into not much more than an 
anguished, wavering groan. I felt the intensity of the pulsations starting 
to fade slowly. I knew that orgasm would finish her unless I came up with 
something I hadn't tried yet. 

I realized abruptly that I had one hand I hadn't been doing a thing with 
except caressing Big Sandra's outer thigh and occasionally steadying her 
writhing ass a little to keep her from wrenching her cunt away from my 
mouth. I thrust that hand up along her side until it found her tit. 

Just as she went limp as that most recent orgasm ended, I closed thumb and 
finger upon her rigid nipple and began pulling it gently and rolling it 
between thumb and finger as it stretched. That new source of sensation, 
added to the continuing caresses of my other thumb and finger in her asshole 
and cunt and my mouth and tongue stimulating her clitoris released a whole 
untapped reservoir of passion. Her ass began wriggling as frantically as 
before. Her scream sounded like she was being killed for certain. 

Something else new happened that time; her heels came up off the edge of the 
bed and before I knew what she was up to her legs were securely locked 
around my head. My face was clamped so tightly against her furiously 
pulsating cunt that I could hardly breathe. Her whole body was jerking 
convulsively with the fury of her muscles' contractions. I had to fight down 
a sudden surge of fear, feeling trapped and awed and uncertain about exactly 
what I had triggered that time. 

If I still had a choice about it, I quickly decided, I was ready to end that 
phase of our session. So I slipped my thumb and finger out of her 
frantically pulsating asshole and cunt and quit teasing her nipple with my 
other hand. I was helpless to get my mouth away from her cunt, but I stopped 
all the licking and sucking at her clitoris. 

I had to keep breathing whenever I got a chance, however, and my hot breath 
flowing across her clitoris seemed to continue stimulating it. I got worried 
that just my breathing in and out over her clitoris was going to keep that 
fantastic orgasm from ever ending. 

Talk about feeling relieved, I really felt relieved when the furious 
pulsations at long last started easing off and finally ended. Big Sandra 
suddenly went as limp as a string of boiled spaghetti. Her legs loosened 
their grip upon my head and slipped down my back, finally letting her feet 
fall to the floor on either side of me. How good it felt to be able to pull 
my face away from her lathered cunt and once more draw cool, fresh air deep 
into my burning lungs. 

I got up off my knees and found my legs too feeling strangely weak and 
unsteady. So I climbed upon the bed and stretched out beside Big Sandra. The 
only part of me that wasn't basking in relief that the furious action just 
ended was over with was my rigid cock; it was aching for action like it had 
never ached before. 

I roused myself, got up where I had some leverage, and dragged Big Sandra's 
dead weight across the bed until her legs and feet were on the bed too. Then 
stretched out beside her again, gathering her into my arms. I hugged her 
close, pressing her naked tits against my chest. Bringing her soft belly 
against mine and her lathered cunt against the fantastic hardness of my 
aching cock. Just the heat of her cunt felt good to it. I twined my legs 
lovingly with hers and rubbed my cock in the slippery crack of her cunt to 
get it coated with lubrication and ready to be plunged into her. The time 
had finally come to give her the fucking she'd been begging for. I felt 
completely confident that now when I finally shot my wad, there wouldn't be 
a single wriggle left in Big Sandra's lovely ass for at least a couple of 
hours. By that time I'd be long ready again and still in complete control of 
the situation. A man can always eat a woman's pussy, even when his cock 
isn't up to making a raise, but personally I enjoy eating pussy one hell of 
a lot more when I have a fully loaded cock waiting and always ready. I think 
pussy tastes one hell of a lot sweeter when you're able to eat it from your 
own choice to do it, rather than out of necessity because you've got nothing 
but your tongue in shape for action. So I've always planned ahead. 

Anyhow, as I lathered my cock up, rubbing it up and down through the foaming 
lips of Big Sandra's relaxed cunt, she suddenly sighed heavily, then 
murmured, "Lordy, what a lover you are! You're greater than any man I ever 
had before." 

Wearily she raised her leg and put it over my hip, opening her cunt wide to 
my caressing cock. I began thrusting the tingling head of it into her 
slippery deliciousness in shallow strokes. I kept it up a moment, then she 
whispered, sounding incredulous, "It's beginning to feel fantastically good 
to me again! And after all you've just done. I thought my bottom might be 
paralyzed after such a workout! But it's feeling great again already!" 

That told me a change of position might be a good idea. One thing I've 
learned is that most women most of the time get a lot more sensation when a 
man lets them ride him, instead of him riding her. Part of it may be that 
they have no fear of anything happening that will hurt them when they're on 
top and in control of all the movement that takes place. Another part of it 
is probably psychological. The fact remains, most women get one hell of a 
lot more pleasure out of sex when a man is man enough it doesn't bother his 
ego to give them that position. 

So I hugged Big Sandra to me tightly and rolled over, bringing her up 
astraddle me. Suddenly her limpness vanished. She caught her weight upon her 
hands and knees, raising herself over me. 

I brought both hands up, catching her delectable tits between them. As I 
sucked both excited nipples into my mouth, I heard her murmuring in a voice 
that trembled with breathless excitement, "Sweet lover man, I'm finally 
going to get to fuck you!" 

The trembling excitement in her voice triggered a fine trembling of 
anticipation in me that shot through me like lightning, almost like that was 
the very first time my cock had been that close to a welcoming cunt. 

At the time I was fucking Big Sandra that first time, of course, I still 
hadn't been around all that much; I thought the special charge I was 
enjoying probably resulted from the fact she was old enough to be my own 
mother. I still won't deny the possibility of that having been part of it, 
but I've since become convinced that there was a lot more going for us than 
the mere difference in our ages. 

Anyhow, like I said, Big Sandra gave out with that sexy murmur about, "I'm 
finally going to get to fuck you!" Then her voice raised into a kind of 
excited little yell, "Here goes everything!" and her ass came down hard, 
plunging my cock into her cunt clear to my balls. But I was amazed at how 
tight she felt as I went sliding into her. As I've explained, she was the 
first older woman I ever fucked, so I hadn't really had any idea what to 
expect. But I'd heard my share of shower-room stories, a lot of them spun by 
guys telling about fucking some older woman and how sloppy big her hard used 
old cunt felt to them. In very decided contrast to such stories, it felt to 
me like my cock completely filled Big Sandra's hot, glove-like vaginal 
sheath. Considering all I'd done to her orally beforehand, how completely 
lubricated that had made her whole cunt from its most remote depths outward, 
the fact that she still felt that tight seemed really amazing. 

Big Sandra seemed to be a little amazed too. She gasped, "Lordy, lover man, 
you feel even more delicious in me than I'd hoped you possibly could!" And 
that was all I needed to know this was going to be one of the all-time 
greatest fucks I'd ever enjoyed. Mutuality, I'd already discovered even 
then, is that basic and vital to all really outstanding sex. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Big Sandra was still for a moment after my cock had plunged up into her ass 
far as it could reach. She acted like she was just savoring the feel of it 
in her. 

I tensed muscles that caused the head of my cock to give a jerk deep inside 
her. She gave out with a gasp that sounded both surprised and delighted. 

Then she rotated her ass, making her cunt hair grind against mine as her 
cunt wriggled upon the hardness of my penetrating cock. I made the head of 
my cock give another throbbing jerk deep inside her. 

Another little gasp of delight came out of Big Sandra. She murmured, "You 
know something, lover?" 

"Like what?" I suggested. 

She wriggled her ass on my hard cock for a moment, and that brought a long, 
low, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" sort of dribbling out of her. Finally 
she stopped wriggling, swallowed hard, then murmured, "Even when oral sex is 
as great as you made it for me, it can't even compare with the greatness of 
being coupled up like this, lover!" 

I made my cock give another jump deep within her and she began bobbing her 
ass up and down in miniature movements that made my cock move in and out of 
her the tiniest fraction. Another moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came 
out of her, loaded with near anguish and delight. After another moment she 
stopped wriggling her ass again briefly, murmuring, "Real fucking is so 
terrific! Why'd you make us waste so much time on oral sex before-" 

I made her break that off, giving a hard suck and pull at both her tits, 
making her interrupt herself with another, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hmmmmm!" I kept right on sucking them 
hard, keeping her too busy groaning to do any more talking just then. As I 
sucked, my tongue flicked around one nipple, then the other, with a swirling 
movement. She began wriggling her ass again, making her cunt rotate around 
my cock like breathless dancers around a Maypole. 

When I eased off the suction on her tits after a moment, she murmured 
breathlessly, "I'd almost forgotten just how great a patient man could make 
fucking feel to a girl! You are out of this world, lover, all the right 
things you know how to do to build a girl's steam pressure!" 

Then Big Sandra wriggled her ass on my rigid cock for another moment, also 
beginning slowly to stroke it in and out of her. At first her thrusts were 
only tiny movements, but they grew longer and harder as they continued. 

Suddenly my cock detected the start of a slow but steady change in the 
texture of the velvety lining of Big Sandra's glove-like cunt. That was a 
signal I'd learned well from the younger girls I'd fucked; I knew it 
signaled that the charge of excitement I'd been building within her was 
becoming so intense she was very close to blasting off into another orgasm. 

Sure enough, abruptly Big Sandra began panting like she'd been on a hard 
run. Then breathlessly she gasped, sounding surprised, "Oh, lordy, I'm gonna 
come again! I thought I'd never have strength enough to come again, before 
you finished eating my pussy ... but the way it's building up, deep inside 
me ... I'm gonna come again ... like I never come before!" 

She'd quit the long strokes abruptly, going back to rubbing her belly 
tightly against mine, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in movements 
that created maximum friction on her clitoris and made the head of my cock 
caress mysterious, hidden parts deep within her cunt. The movements weren't 
big, but the way she acted made it obvious that the sensation it was 
creating for her was mountainous. 

Big Sandra's panting gasps began sounding like sobs. I could feel increasing 
flows of her hot love juices rushing from hidden glands within her, hotly 
bathing the entire length of my tingling cock. I began gobbling at her tits 
like I was trying to siphon it up through them. 

Suddenly Big Sandra drew her belly away from mine slightly, clamping down 
upon my cock with the muscles of her sizzling vaginal sheath as she pulled 
my cock outward. The abrupt increase in friction made the intensity of the 
sensation I was getting zoom! Talk about delicious! Only the tits filling my 
mouth to overflowing kept back a yell that tried to rise out of me. 

The sensation was indescribable as the flared rim at the trailing edge of 
the head of my cock came sliding outward through ring after ring of 
encircling muscles. She released the tension in them, then clamped down 
again. I thought I was going out of my ever-loving skull! 

That time the sensation in my cock went off the scale. I really began 
gobbling at Big Sandra's luscious tits more frantically than ever. A yell 
again tried to blast its way out of me and again her tits held it corked up 
inside me. That seemed to make the intense sensation become even more 
intense. 

I began feeling my come juices gathering, began feeling the pressure rising 
toward the promise of a fantastic explosion. My senses began reeling under 
the furious assault by riptides of sensation. 

Big Sandra checked the withdrawing movement of her ass as the flared rim on 
the head of my cock forced her cunt's inner lips open more widely. Instead 
of allowing it to come on out of her, she reversed direction abruptly and 
drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt. Her furious thrust brought 
our bellies together with an audible slap. That plunge of my cock into her 
fiery depths shot sensation searing through me that was indescribable! 

Then Big Sandra began swinging her hips back and forth over me, making my 
cock stroke in and out of her hotly clinging cunt faster and harder, harder 
yet and faster still. Each time our bellies collided, they created an 
audible slap, like applauding hands. 

Something about that sound seemed erotic as hell, heightening the floods of 
delicious sensation sweeping through me. Again and again she drew her belly 
so far away from mine that another fraction would have let my cock fall free 
of her burning cunt's possessive grip. Then she'd plunge my cock back into 
the depths of her cunt like she was trying to drive it clear on up through 
her backbone. 

Each thrust created a fantastic zoom in my soaring sensation. Fantastic 
isn't even the word for it ... it simply was indescribable! 

I was glad my mouth was so crammed with her tits. If just one of the yells 
her tits kept choked back had gotten out of me, some neighbor sure as hell 
would have heard and thought someone was getting killed and called the 
police. 

Big Sandra was struggling over me like her life depended upon hammering my 
ass through the mattress. She was panting and gasping and moaning almost 
like she was being killed, but she kept right on hammering my cock in and 
out of her ravenous cunt relentlessly. 

I began bowing myself up off the bed in a frantic attempt to drive my cock 
into her deeper. It seemed desperately important that if I possibly could, 
I'd send my cock deeper into her delicious, delectable, delightfully fiery 
cunt deeper than it had ever gone before. 

One thing I knew for certain, that exquisite explosion both of us were 
striving for so frantically was not far away. My cock and whole lower belly 
was filled with the delicious pain of the intensifying promise of that 
eruption we each longed for. 

Big Sandra's frenzied struggle on my cock made it obvious she was as caught 
up in the delight of that indescribably exquisite torment as I was. That 
added a spice of delighted satisfaction to all the other terrific sensation 
I was wallowing in, further intensifying it. 

Big Sandra kept pounding our bellies together, riding me relentlessly. 
Without even looking, I knew the pubic hair of both our lower bellies was 
drenched in a foaming lather of our combined sex juices which by then had 
the consistency of whipped cream. 

Then Big Sandra's head tipped back on her shoulders. A strangled yell of 
rapturous ecstasy screamed from her. The muscles of her cunt clamped down 
upon my cock for a moment in a strangle hold. Just as abruptly the grip was 
released, only to be instantly renewed as all the muscles throughout her 
cunt and entire lower belly began pulsating furiously, milking desperately 
at my cock. Intense excitement flashed from the lining of her pulsating cunt 
to the tingling head of my cock like a high-voltage arc of electricity. That 
was all she wrote! 

My yell got past Big Sandra's tits that time. Her tits did muffle it, or 
everyone within two blocks surely would have heard me. It felt like suddenly 
I was shooting liquid fire from the head of my furiously pumping cock. The 
sensation was like a raging, blazing typhoon, threatening to overwhelm me. 
It seemed unendurable! 

Yet I managed to endure, somehow. Of course I did lose all track of anything 
and everything except my cock as it pistoned furiously back and forth in her 
sizzling cunt. I became totally unaware of all the rest of her, just as I 
did of all the rest of the entire world. My senses were too overwhelmed with 
sensation to register beyond that limited range. 

Our mutual storm of passion raged on and on and on. Endlessly my geysering 
cock shot jet after jet after jet of my blazing come juices into Big 
Sandra's greedily drinking cunt. I felt as if all my flesh and bone was 
being melted down and liquefied, being sucked toward the powerful, 
relentless vortex pulling fluid from every cell of my body to feed those 
pumps in the roots of my cock. It was almost frightening and at the same 
time indescribably delicious. 

But the demanding pumps finally began to ease, finally became not quite so 
relentless. As the thunderous throbbing slowly eased, the limits of my 
awareness began pushing outward once more. As my subsiding storm of 
sensation quieted still further, I became aware of Big Sandra still 
struggling over me. 

I found her whole body was trembling. She appeared on the verge of collapse, 
as if almost totally exhausted. Her tortured breath whistled in and out of 
her. She seemed unable to pull enough air into her struggling lungs. 

Yet it was obvious she was still coming, still struggling feebly in the 
merciless grip of a momentous orgasm. A low, anguished moan came dribbling 
from her twisted lips. She really sounded like someone who might actually be 
dying. 

Yet she kept struggling, straining desperately to continue stroking my cock 
in and out of her cunt, her movements a kind of agony in slow motion. I 
became aware of faint pulsations in her cunt, its muscles still straining 
wearily as they gripped, released, and gripped again, still milking away in 
deadly earnest at my cock's remaining hardness. 

She shuddered abruptly. The last contraction of her cunt muscles relaxed, 
letting her cunt start to grow slack. She collapsed upon me, as if the 
muscles of her trembling arms and legs had gone slack with her cunt. She 
later told me she'd come hard another four times during the time my 
geysering cock had been coming once inside her, and that each time had 
seemed more intense to her than any of the orgasms I'd triggered for her 
orally. So I suppose it's understandable why she collapsed as she finally 
did. Obviously, my objective of dragging every last wriggle out of her ass 
for at least a couple of hours had been fully achieved. 

Right at that moment I wasn't thinking about that, however. I was having 
problems getting enough breath, just as she was. So I struggled until I 
rolled over on one side, letting her slide off the top of me on her side. My 
cock came sliding out of her sopping cunt in the course of the struggle. It 
really didn't seem to matter, however. Not at that point. 

We lay there, side by side, struggling to get our breath flowing properly 
again. After several minutes I regained enough breath to gasp teasingly, 
"I'm sorry I couldn't have made it better for you. Maybe after I've had more 
experience-" 

She cut in on me, gasping sharply, "You want to kill me? Make me fuck myself 
completely to death?" 

She lay there gasping, too busy struggling for breath to say any more, for a 
moment. Then she declared, "That was by all odds the greatest fuck of my 
entire life, darling. You are too much. I think you might be able to make a 
poor mindless woman actually fuck her fool self completely to death. If 
you'd kept on, I'm not sure I wouldn't have tried to-" 

"Is he actually that great, Mom?" a voice cut in, coming from nearby, 
startling hell out of both of us. We both jerked up, looking toward the 
voice. My new classmate who I'd come there to pick up for our first date 
that evening, the younger Sandra, was standing wide-eyed in the bedroom 
doorway, watching us. We both just stared at her, frozen. She repeated, "Is 
he really all that great, Mom?" 

"I-I-I-I-I-baby!" Big Sandra stammered. "What're you-" 

Young Sandra interrupted, "Daddy dropped me at the door. He got a business 
call and had to catch a plane." As she explained, she started on into the 
bedroom. As she came, she began unfastening the zipper holding her dress. 
She was pulling it off as she stopped at the foot of the bed. 

"What're you doing, baby?" Big Sandra demanded abruptly, sounding alarmed. 

Young Sandra countered, demanding for the third time, "Is he actually as 
great, Mom, as you were telling him?" 

"He's the greatest, sweetie," Big Sandra said fervently. Then again sounding 
alarmed she demanded, "What're you doing?" 

Young Sandra had pulled her dress off over her head, letting her full, young 
braless breasts come tumbling free as she whipped the dress off impatiently. 
I think my eyes may have bugged at sight of those delectable tits of hers. 
Just the sight of them started my old cock getting hard again before it ever 
had really gotten soft. 

Young Sandra tossed her dress aside and hooked her thumbs in the waist of 
her panties and pantyhose to start peeling them downward. 

"What're you doing?" Big Sandra repeated a third time, her voice still 
rising. 

Her delectable daughter glanced at her with twinkling eyes and murmured, 
"Just watch, Mom. You'll see!" She started climbing into bed with us, as 
bare-assed naked as we were. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After that fabulous night with Big Sandra, topped off by a finale with her 
luscious daughter, I guess you can understand why I started looking at all 
older women with different eyes. One of the most delectable, to those 
different eyes of mine, was Heidi McMasters, my mother's best friend since 
their years as high school coeds together. 

I'd grown up thinking of her respectfully as Aunt Heidi. But when I looked 
at Aunt Heidi through my newly opened eyes, I began seeing one hell of a lot 
of wasted feminine lusciousness. Because Aunt Heidi's husband was a super 
salesman who spent more time on airplanes than he did at home with his wife, 
flying hither, thither, and yon to conduct sales seminars at fancy prices 
for members of various companies' sales forces. 

As a result, Aunt Heidi had a maid and housekeeper and cook and about 
everything else money can buy, except regular male companionship. Our town 
isn't a one-horse variety by any means, but it wasn't quite enough of a city 
to enable Aunt Heidi to enjoy that kind of freedom without jeopardizing all 
the rest of her enviable setup. Unless, of course, her male companion was 
someone other townsfolk thought no more of seeing her with than they thought 
of seeing a mother with her own son. And Aunt Heidi spent so much time at 
our house with Mother nearly every day, and had for years, that everyone was 
used to seeing her with me at the store or dairy or drug store picking up 
something Mother'd discovered at the last minute that she needed. 

After I began seeing the "waste" Aunt Heidi represented in quality sexual 
adventure, I suddenly realized what a unique position that I alone was in to 
do something about salvaging that waste and turning it into living 
experience for both of us. 

At the time I was still living it up keeping both the Sandras fully 
satisfied. That was the kind of setup most guys only dream about. In 
addition to the steady supply of quality fucking, anything Big Sandra had 
was as good as mine. So her fancy new Continental was at my disposal almost 
any time I wanted to use it. But naturally at least one of the Sandras 
usually went along with the Continental whenever I had it out, which hadn't 
seemed like any handicap whatever until I began pulling together some plans 
about salvaging Aunt Heidi's wasted ass. 

I was smart enough to know that if I just tried to pull out on Big Sandra, 
I'd likely set off one hell of a scene, which I knew I could live without. 
Besides, both Sandras were damned good, in fact premium quality ass. 

It might turn out that I'd like to pick up with them again some time in the 
future. 

Then the perfect solution came to me. I went to Big Sandra with a story 
about having had a big, fat row with my folks. I told her I'd decided to 
move out on my parents and move in with her and Young Sandra. I was running 
on about how cozy that would be, permanently eliminating my need to get up 
and go home. 

But Big Sandra interrupted me, declaring sharply, "That's the craziest, most 
utterly childish idea I ever heard of and I'm surprised and disappointed in 
you, Vince! I couldn't possibly allow you to move in here with us! It's just 
out of the question! Utterly impossible! And it makes the fact that we've 
been seeing entirely too much of each other unmistakably obvious!" 

The thing that really had shaken Big Sandra, which she neglected making any 
mention of whatever, was that my moving in with her and Young Sandra would 
have given her ex all he needed to get him off the hook alimony-wise. She 
could see her fancy house and the new Continental every year and all the 
rest of the luxurious trimmings going straight down the drain. That was a 
far bigger price than she was about to pay for the privilege of my constant 
sexual services. So she insisted we should cool it. Remain good friends, but 
see far less of each other. She even suggested that a guy as young as I was 
should be seeing other girls and women. I acted like I couldn't believe it, 
but Big Sandra was firm. If I hadn't been certain of it before, I got a 
convincing demonstration of the fact that in the orchestration of values, 
most women assign sex to second fiddle and economic security to first. 

Anyhow, I was off the hook there without any feminine hurt feelings, free to 
begin my campaign to salvage the waste of Aunt Heidi's sweet ass. I began by 
merely becoming more attentive in ways that not even my mother noticed, but 
Aunt Heidi began slowly becoming aware of it. I put my hands on her 
caressingly every excuse I got and every signal I picked up from her told me 
she liked it. 

It was another waiting game, another exercise in patience. But I've found 
that patience is the key to just about anything and everything where a woman 
is concerned. So I took my time and let Aunt Heidi make her own discovery, 
slowly having her eyes opened until when she looked at me she saw a young 
man instead of her dear friend's cute little boy. When I began detecting 
little shivers running through her every time I put my hands on her body 
lightly, I knew that miraculous transformation in her eyesight had been 
completed. 

Aunt Heidi and her husband owned a fancy summer place on a remote mountain 
lake about one hundred miles from town to which my parents and I had been 
invited many times. She liked to go up there in the winter time too for 
skiing and ice skating, but seldom was able to interest Mother or any of 
their mutual friends in joining her because that kind of an adventure in 
cold weather was too much like roughing it. 

I began dropping hints about what great fun it would be to spend a weekend 
skiing and ice skating. She picked it up and soon thought it was her very 
own idea, as it usually had been in the past. As usual, no one else in her 
circle of friends was interested. So I volunteered to go, which Mom and Dad 
both thought was very noble of me. Talk about having your cake. 

So Aunt Heidi and I went to the mountains together. Before, whenever I'd 
gone anywhere with her, she'd always done the driving. An unmistakable sign 
of the difference in the eyes she was seeing me through was the fact that 
before we were a dozen blocks from my house, she pulled to the curb, 
suggesting, "Why don't you drive, Vince, dear?" 

Three hours later we locked her car in the tight garage at the end of the 
road above the lake. I loaded our groceries and other gear on a bobsled, 
then got my skies on. We shoved off down the slope through the pines to the 
open field of snow-covered ice below. I put the toe of both skies on the 
rear edge of the bobsled and steered it with the tow-ropes tied on either 
side at the front. It wasn't the greatest steering arrangement ever invented 
and I just barely missed smacking into a big tamarack or bull-pine two or 
three times. 

I could easily have broken my fool neck, I suppose, but Aunt Heidi and I 
weren't in any mood for somber possibilities. The spirit of adventure was 
running hot and high within both of us, therefore my close calls weren't 
frightening to either of us but hilariously funny. We came shooting out of 
the trees and out upon the snow over the lake laughing like fools. If Aunt 
Heidi hadn't been such an expert skier, she'd have had to crack up, laughing 
the way she was while covering the snow at such high speed. 

But the Fates seemed to be smiling upon this adventure of ours because 
neither of us suffered any mishap. We headed for the luxurious cabin two 
miles away on the far shore of the lake laughing together and chattering 
like two high-spirited kids. I can't remember having ever felt more fully or 
more joyously alive. I'm certain she felt exactly the same way. 

Once we reached the cabin and got the door unlocked, she put our provisions 
away while I got a roaring fire going in the huge fireplace. When I finally 
turned from the crackling fire, I found Heidi standing a little way behind 
me, a strange, bright, speculative look in her eyes as she watched me. 

I straightened and she came to me suddenly, raised her arms and clasped her 
hands behind my neck as she exclaimed, "I've already had more fun than I've 
enjoyed for weeks. Thank you so much, Vincey, for coming with me so I could 
enjoy this-" 

She broke off with a low but sharp gasp as I raised my hands on her sides, 
just under her armpits, the heels of my palms against the softness of the 
beginning swell of both her breasts. I'd been careful to place them far 
enough back so it would seem a completely innocent move, one that by no 
stretch of imagination could be interpreted as forward or fresh. But her 
response to the touch of my hands there wouldn't have been much more 
pronounced had I boldly cupped both her luscious tits in my palms. 

Heidi stood there staring up at me for an instant, hands locked behind my 
neck. Suddenly she pulled my head down to hers as she came up on tiptoe. Her 
lovely lips closed hungrily upon mine. She'd been kissing me ever since my 
earliest memory, but she'd never kissed me like that before. 

Suddenly her tongue came thrusting against my lips, demandingly, fiercely, 
ready to force its way through if I'd offered any resistance. Of course I 
didn't. At least only enough so it wouldn't be too obvious that this wasn't 
the first time such a thing had ever happened to me. I had it doped out long 
before this that the best role for me to play with Heidi was that of the 
inexperienced virgin. 

Behind us the fire was crackling merrily in the huge fireplace, beginning to 
drive out the chill. But before Heidi broke that first kiss of passion 
shared with me, neither of us really needed much help from that fire against 
the cold. We both were starting to get steamed up real good. 

But Heidi turned suddenly contrite as our lips parted. Her eyes searched my 
face anxiously as she murmured, "Oh, Vincey, you'll probably think I'm 
terrible!" 

I hugged her against myself, trying to appear as awkward about it as I could 
manage, shaking my head emphatically as I protested, "You're wonderful! 
You're the first one who's ever treated me like I might be nearly an adult." 

Quickly she agreed, "And you should be treated like an adult, darling! Being 
an adult is a physical thing that has nothing whatever to do with one's age 
in years. And physically-" She held me away, looking my tall body up and 
down admiringly, then continued, "Physically you're a Greek god! The picture 
of young manhood's ultimate in perfection." 

I looked away, trying to appear rather shamefaced, and murmured, "I just 
wish someone loved me enough to teach me how to really act like a man. You 
know ... with a-" 

I broke off like I couldn't quite put it into words. But Heidi whispered 
breathlessly, sounding rather conspiratorial, "How to really act like a man 
with a woman, Vincey?" 

I nodded mutely. 

She stood there staring up at me, a sudden strange hunger beginning to glow 
in her intent eyes. 

When she said nothing immediately, I muttered, "It doesn't make any 
difference how big and strong you are, you can't feel like a real man until 
you've learned that. But how is a fellow supposed to ever learn?" 

"I know!" Heidi nodded instantly, sounding full of sympathy. "That's one 
area in which this society of ours is completely idiotic! Primitive tribes 
all over the world have customs that reveal more wisdom, more understanding 
of the realities of life. The Polynesian people, for instance, have a 
tradition that some older woman, a friend of a young man's family, someone 
he's always known and loved, is given the responsibility of teaching him how 
to act like a man with a woman. It all takes place very naturally and 
honestly." 

I muttered, "I sure wish I'd been born a Polynesian. The other guys at 
school make fun of me. I act like a dunce around girls because I know I'd 
have no idea what to do even if one of them was willing to let me." 

She just stared up at me silently for a moment, then murmured breathlessly, 
"There's nothing in this world I'd rather do than teach you-" She broke off, 
unable to quite voice her complete thought. 

Hesitantly awkward, I muttered, "I've always loved you." 

"And I love you!" Heidi said fiercely, hugging herself against me. She held 
her luscious body pressed tightly against mine for a silent moment. Then she 
murmured, "Are you sure you'd still love me ... sure you wouldn't think I'd 
turned into some terribly wicked kind of old woman, if-" 

I interrupted, protesting fiercely, "You could never do anything wicked or 
terrible and you're not old, anyhow! You don't seem much older than some of 
the girls in my senior class at school ... only you never laugh behind my 
back because I'm so green, like they do." 

She hugged herself against me more tightly as she murmured, "You poor, 
sweet, innocent darling!" She pulled my head down again for another long 
tongue kiss. Before she ended it, I was so hot I felt like I had to get out 
of some clothes. Actually I wasn't as hot as I thought, however; I 
discovered Heidi had turned up the big forced-air propane furnace they 
always left burning with the thermostat set just high enough to keep the 
plumbing from freezing. The furnace and the roaring fire in the fireplace 
and my heavy ski clothes had all combined with the heat that soul kiss had 
put into my blood to produce the feeling in me like I was running a high 
fever. 

Heidi noticed the beads of sweat on my brow as our lips parted and instantly 
suggested, "Why don't we have a bath and freshen up?" 

I didn't feel any need for freshening up, but I understood how difficult it 
seems for many humans just to pull their clothes off and get with it with a 
new sex partner. Most people, especially women, need some excuse for getting 
out of their clothes, at least the first time or two they're with someone 
new. 

So I let her lead me to the luxurious bathroom which I knew from visits 
there with my parents boasted a king-size shower stall plus a king-size 
Roman bath set into the floor right in the center of the big room. As we 
stopped just inside the bathroom doorway, Heidi said, "It takes an awful 
long time to run that huge tub full of water." She glanced up at me with a 
hopeful look in her eyes. But I figured the longer she had to wait, the more 
passionate she'd be. 

So I said, "Why don't we start the tub filling, then put some records on the 
stereo and dance some of those old-fashioned cheek-to-cheek kind of dances 
while the water's running?" 

It was obvious that hadn't been exactly the response she'd hoped for, but 
with forced brightness Heidi exclaimed, "That's a great idea!" 

"I'll go get some records on the stereo," I volunteered, "while you do 
whatever has to be done to start the tub filling." 

She said, "I'll have to take my clothes off first and scrub it out a 
little." 

Acting my part as an inexperienced male virgin, I said, "I'll go pick some-" 

"Why don't you wait a minute?" Heidi interrupted. "I might need some help 
getting out of my clothes." She started pulling off her ski outfit. 

Abruptly I said, "I'd better get something for us to drink. That I know how 
to do." 

That brought a delighted little laugh out of Heidi, then she called after 
me, "There's some nice sweet wine under the bar. Be a dear and bring me a 
glass of that." 

I struck my head back in through the doorway to ask, "Okay if I have a glass 
of it, too?" 

Heidi laughed again, then exclaimed, "Of course, darling. You're grown up 
enough to do everything a man does. Help yourself." 

Now that she'd committed herself to doing it, Heidi was obviously getting a 
terrific charge out of the idea of initiating me into the rites and 
mysteries of manhood. I had to suppress a chuckle of my own as I pulled my 
head out of the doorway and hurried back to the big front room and the 
well-stocked bar there. 

Minutes later I returned to the bathroom carrying a tray containing two 
glasses and the bottle of wine. I found Heidi down in the Roman tub, rinsing 
it out. She was naked except for a big bath towel she'd tied around her 
waist. Her tits were bare, and a lovelier pair I'd never seen. She really 
was quite a dish. 

I put the tray down on the edge of the tub and poured a glass of wine for 
her. She finished rinsing out the tub, stood up and turned toward me 
expectantly. I started to hand her the glass of wine, then froze, staring at 
her luscious tits. Actually, of course, I was only pretending just keeping 
up my act as the inexperienced virgin about to get seduced. Aunt Heidi 
didn't miss the entranced stare of my eyes. She straightened herself even 
more, making them thrust out from her chest proudly, her taut nipples 
looking saucy. 

She seemed to have forgotten all about the glass of wine I extended to her, 
she was so busy enjoying the way I was staring. She murmured, "Do you like 
the way they look, darling?" 

I gulped and did a damned good job, if I do say so myself, of making my 
voice sound like an excited croak as I nodded and gasped, "Beautiful!" 

Of course that was no lie. Her tits were beautiful and I was more than 
somewhat excited. In fact, my cock was trying to tear its way through my ski 
pants and was so hard it ached. 

She chuckled quietly, then asked, "Would you like to touch them?" 

I gulped like I was about to strangle on my excitement, then nodded mutely. 

She said, "My girls would love to have you kiss and suck them a little. 
Would you like to kiss and suck them?" 

Again I just gulped kind of frantically and nodded. 

"You're so sweet," she murmured in a sexy voice. "So very, very sweet." 

Suddenly she seemed to see the glass of wine I was holding. She reached for 
it quickly and took it in one hand while her other hand flew up to catch my 
wrist. She walked over close to the edge of the tub, brought my hand to her 
tit and guided it in cupping itself around that lovely. Her merry eyes were 
fixed upon my face, drinking in my reactions, loving my look of startled 
amazement mingled with desperate longing. 

I was playing my part to the damned hilt. I was letting her enjoy the role 
of the seductress, the huntress. And she was loving it, just as I'd figured 
she would. On the other hand, if I'd tried coming on strong with the big 
he-man bit, trying to be overpowering, she'd have screamed bloody murder and 
I'd never have gotten even halfway to first base, far less her muff-covered 
home plate. 

Anyhow, it gave me a secret charge, knowing I'd managed to dope out just 
exactly the right combination to unlock Aunt Heidi's sweet treasure box. 
Still holding my hand cupped around her luscious tit, she raised the glass 
of wine in her other hand to her lips and sipped at it slowly, watching me 
over the rim of the glass. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Is the wine what you expected?" I asked, acting nervous when she continued 
silently watching me as she sipped it. 

Heidi chuckled, a low, sexy sound deep in her throat, then murmured, "Better 
than I expected ... exactly like you, Vincey, dear. You look uncomfortable 
in all those heavy clothes. Why don't you get into a nice comfortable towel, 
like I'm wearing?" 

I gulped and managed a strained-sounding croak, "A towel?" 

She nodded, beaming with high spirits and amusement. "Like I'm wearing," she 
repeated. "Then we'll be ready to dance while this tub fills. Okay?" 

She took away the hand that had been holding my hand cupped around her 
luscious tit. I stood up quickly, my hand coming away from her tit as I 
straightened. I paused, looking down at her, then asked, "Are you sure you 
want me to?" 

Heidi laughed merrily and declared, "Of course I'm sure, darling. "A towel 
is the only sensible clothing to wear when dancing cheek to cheek with 
someone you find very exciting." 

Incredulously I asked, "But do you find me ... exciting?" 

That brought another merry laugh from her, then she exclaimed fervently, 
"You probably have no idea just how very, very exciting I find you, lover! 
No idea!" 

I said quickly, "I'd better go pick a stack of records for the-" 

She interrupted, urging, "Don't worry about the records, darling! Get out of 
those heavy clothes and into a towel first. You'll be much more 
comfortable!" 

"I don't know." I said, shaking my head dubiously. 

"Don't be bashful with me, love," she chided. "Just trust me. You're going 
to love the things we do with each other. Now get into a nice towel so we 
can get started. Go on!" 

I turned my back to her as I began slowly pulling off my heavy ski clothes. 
As I'd expected, that brought a chuckle from her. I chuckled to myself. 
Until a few days ago it had never occurred to me that inside my dear Auntie 
Heidi lived a wanton woman who would find special delight in seducing a male 
virgin young enough to be her own son. Now I had come to realize there's a 
lusty, life-loving woman like that hiding somewhere within even the most 
conformity-ridden woman, exactly as there's a lustfully hot-blooded lecher 
somewhere inside the skin of every normal man. I'll admit I was getting a 
real charge out of luring Aunt Heidi's wanton side into revealing itself. 

My cock was so rigid I had difficulty getting my ski pants and shorts past 
it and down off my hips. As I pulled my feet free of them and stood up, 
naked, arms suddenly closed around me from behind and a hot hand closed 
lovingly around my stiff cock. I'd heard her barefoot stealthy approach 
behind me, but I acted startled and Heidi giggled with delight, then 
murmured, "My, but isn't he a beauty!" 

"What do you mean?" I demanded uncertainly. 

She giggled at that, then gently chided, "You know very well what I mean, 
lover. Your handsome penis, of course. That's the only part of you I haven't 
seen many times before." 

I murmured, "Probably not much, compared to what you're used to." 

She said, "Don't be silly." 

"What's silly about knowing you're undersized in one very important-" 

She cut me off, declaring sharply, "You're not undersized anywhere! You're 
like a young Greek god all over. Listen to me. Who should know better than a 
woman what ideal male equipment looks like?" 

I shrugged, ruefully declaring, "I'm smaller than most other guys in that 
one department. I found that out the very first time I took a shower with 
other guys in a boys' dressing room at school." 

Heidi gently stroked my cock a time or two, petting it affectionately as she 
said quietly, "Don't worry about it, I tell you." 

"That's easy for a woman to say," I declared skeptically. 

"Who knows more about what it takes to make a real man than a woman?" She 
countered instantly. "Listen to me, love. Experience and girl talk indicate 
to me that basically there's only two types of men. The big mouths, the kind 
who think all there is to being God's gift to all women is owning a 
horse-sized penis, the kind who think sex is merely another type of athletic 
event. I call them the sex athletes, and smart women detest them like some 
loathsome disease. They always have a chronic case of diarrhea of the mouth, 
a compulsion to broadcast every little detail of their sick sex life, 
including the name, address, phone number and all vital statistics of every 
woman stupid enough-" 

I cut in, announcing, "I've heard lots of that kind in athletic locker 
rooms. They make sex sound like a kind of fight that they always win, by 
hook or crook, and the girl lost by being outsmarted and overwhelmed." 

Heidi nodded. "They're the same creeps who grow up to brag in their country 
club locker room or at the poolhall about how they stole some other man's 
wife. They act like getting some dumb woman to cheat on her husband somehow 
makes them a really big man. They think every woman they fuck is some kind 
of conquest. They've never heard of the idea that being a real man means 
knowing how to give a woman the greatest possible pleasure. All they ever 
worry about is taking pleasure for themselves. If their horse cock is so big 
it's painful to a woman, they act like that somehow makes their conquest all 
the greater. Then they turn around and spread the propaganda that the bigger 
a male cock is, the better it feels to a woman. Every way you take him, that 
kind of male moron is bad news to a woman. He thinks it's perfectly okay for 
him to torn cat around, but he thinks a woman is a slut if she indulges her 
taste for a little strange stuff now and then. I can tell you all about the 
type; I've been married to one of them for fifteen years. But I was as dumb 
as most women are and believed all the lies he told me before we were 
married. Only despite all his sweet talk, I refused to go to bed with him 
until after he married me. Otherwise I'd have become just another conquest. 
But as his wife, I can use him the same way he loves to use women. And my 
conscience doesn't bother me one little bit." 

I shook my head in amazement and told her, "You've sure got Uncle Phil 
fooled. Many's the time when he's been at our place with you for a pool 
party that he's showered off with Dad and me. Every time he's held out that 
big cock of his for us to envy and bragged that it's the reason he can be 
away from home so much yet never has to worry a single minute about you 
stepping out on him." 

"That's just about as romantic as he's ever made sex, too," Heidi said with 
disgust. "Let me tell you the facts. Any woman who isn't really sick in the 
head will pick a man who knows how to make sex romantic for her, even if all 
he has to use on her is his finger, in preference to a moron like Philip who 
thinks all he needs to be God's special gift to all women is that oversized 
cock of his." 

I protested, "What about women I've heard about who have a man who goes out 
of his way to be good to them, yet they still cheat behind his back? 
Sometimes with other men who treat them like dirt." 

"What makes you think men have a monopoly on being stupid or sick in the 
head?" she demanded. "There're lots of psycho women around, too. Also, just 
being good to a woman doesn't mean a man's learned how to make sex romantic 
for her. He can be good and always considerate to her, yet also be about as 
dull as dishwater. And most men's heads are crammed so full of wrong ideas 
about sex that it's practically impossible for a woman to ever teach them 
how she'd really like for sex to be ... even if she knows. Of course most 
women don't even know, because they've never been lucky enough to find a man 
who knew and could show them just how great a man who knows how can make sex 
for a woman. It's a kind of vicious circle of ignorance and misinformation 
and human stupidity." 

She turned loose of my cock which she'd been petting all the time we'd 
talked, pulling her arms from around me abruptly. She grabbed a big towel 
and threw it at me, chuckling as she ordered, "Get dressed! Then bring the 
wine and come on." She headed for the front room. 

She was stacking records on the stereo when I followed her there a minute 
later, wearing the towel around my middle and carrying the tray with the 
wine bottle and glasses. She glanced around, smiled, and told me, "You're a 
very unusual guy. You listen to what a girl tells you." 

I shrugged. "That's the only way I know to learn." 

She chuckled. "Most superior males think there's no woman alive who could 
teach them anything." 

"You don't seem to have too good an opinion of men," I suggested. 

She shrugged, "A smart man's as rare as a smart woman. More men would 
probably smarten up if more women were smart enough to demand it. So who's 
really to blame?" 

She started the stereo turntable. Suddenly, sweet, soft music filled the 
room, as pleasing to the ear as good perfume is to the nose. I put the tray 
down as she turned from the stereo, glancing at me, checking my reaction. I 
nodded approvingly. "Nice." 

She smiled quietly, then walked to me, her bare feet gliding over the heavy 
carpeting, her lovely body moving sensuously, her big, luscious tits 
standing out proudly before her chest. As she approached, she opened her 
arms, holding them out to me. 

Our lips met as we came together. It was another long, searching soul kiss. 
My rigid cock was sandwiched between our lower bellies, separated from her 
cunt by only the towels around our middles. She could feel it there and 
ground her cunt against it hungrily. 

Both of us were breathless when she finally drew her lips away from mine. As 
she stepped back, I brought my hands to the front of her and cupped those 
lovely big tits of hers in them. She stood there looking up at me quietly, 
breathing hard. She seemed to be waiting, giving me the next move. 

I bowed my head over her and began kissing my way from her ear down the side 
of her neck and on down the delectable softness of one luscious tit to the 
nipple. I sucked the nipple in, bringing a soft gasp from Heidi. Her hands 
softly clutched my head, her fingers working in my hair caressingly. When I 
had nursed the first nipple for a moment, teasing it with my tongue as I 
sucked, I suddenly moved my lips to the delicate collarbone above her other 
tit and began kissing my way downward again. 

I reached her second nipple as it wrinkled and puckered with awakening 
excitement, rapidly growing hard and taut like a miniature penis. Another 
gasp of pleasure came out of Heidi as I sucked it in and began tonguing it. 

After teasing it a moment, I released it from my mouth and straightened, 
looking at her. Heidi glanced down at her taut nipples, then up at me. She 
chuckled, "My girls love you, too. You treat them gently, like you knew 
they're mighty sensitive equipment. Some male morons try to gnaw on them 
like they thought a nipple was made of rawhide and they think that's 
supposed to give a woman a big thrill. All it's ever given me is an urge to 
break their teeth! But the way you treat them-" She interrupted herself for 
a long, delicious sigh, then went on, "That gives a girl a real thrill." 

So I bowed my head again, giving those gorgeous tits of hers the kind of 
attention she so obviously enjoyed. Her fingers began combing through my 
hair caressingly again, momentarily pulling my face against her tit more 
firmly, as abruptly relaxing the gentle pressure, then applying it again 
momentarily. 

Abruptly she proposed, "Let's have some more wine." 

I released her tits from my mouth and straightened again, shrugging. 
"Whatever you like." 

She went to the tray I'd put down on the bar. She filled the glasses and 
brought them back. I took the glass she offered and followed her example, 
holding it under my nose to savor the rich bouquet. Its fragrance moved 
swiftly through the entire system of my nasal passages. I took a sip; it 
went down like velvet. 

She'd been watching me over the rim of her glass again. After that first sip 
I sniffed at the rich aroma again appreciatively. Heidi murmured, "I just 
knew you wouldn't be a gulper. But you're so wise to be so young. You must 
have been a real lover in other incarnations and have soul memories below 
the conscious level that guide you into doing all the right things where a 
woman's concerned." 

"Other incarnations?" I said uncertainly. 

"Of course, darling," she murmured. "You've lived before. Many, many times 
before. That idea that we live and love only once is another propaganda lie 
of organized religion, exactly like the lie about sex being sinful and 
dirty. Both lies were created because they give the religious political 
organizations far greater power over their membership than they could 
possibly have otherwise. But they are lies. Sex is good and right and 
natural and where it's free of wrong thinking to foul it up it's even 
beautiful. And every one of us has lived and loved, been great and been 
humble, been noble and been despicable many, many, many different times. 
We've all been black in some lifetimes, or red, or brown, or yellow, as well 
as white. We've loved as men one time and as women another time. Each of us 
has had every experience, sometime, somewhere; ever experienced by mortals. 
Some of us learn the lesson each experience is designed to teach and 
graduate to new experiences and new lessons. Others refuse to learn, so keep 
being brought back and back and back again to the same experiences, the same 
lessons, over and over again until the time comes when they finally do learn 
and are able to go on to new lessons." 

Just then a new record started on the stereo, a romantic fox trot. Heidi 
started dancing, hands clasp around her wine glass like it was the neck of a 
dance partner. I put my glass on the bar and moved to her. She welcomed me 
with a pleased smile, put her glass aside quickly and came into my open, 
eager arms. 

Now you may or may not know that when a man dances a fox trot or waltz or 
any other classic dance properly, he must use a strong body lead, holding 
his female partner firmly against himself. Whooooeeee! If you want a really 
far-out experience, just try doing that with a voluptuous partner whose big 
tits are naked and she's covered from her hips down by only a towel. 

My cock reared up between us, obviously packed with ideas about a far better 
way Heidi and I could be using that time. But it was obvious that she was 
really enjoying what we were doing. So we danced. 

Not that I wasn't enjoying myself too. Heidi was the kind of partner a man 
dreams about if he enjoys dancing, which I do. Add to that the spice of 
dancing with her naked tits pressed against your bare chest and her cunt 
grinding against your cock as you give her the old body lead and only a real 
moron would have any complaints. 

For an hour or more we drank wine and danced. A record began which featured 
a singer crooning a very sentimental ballad. We began dancing very, very 
close; cheek-to-cheek close from head to toe, in fact, with my rigid cock 
grinding against her cunt in between. 

We went right on dancing that way after the record ended. How long, I don't 
know. Finally we noticed that the music had stopped. 

We stopped, but we didn't step back even a little from each other. Heidi 
stood there with her head upon my chest kind of breathing hard as she held 
herself tightly against me. Without looking up, she finally murmured 
breathlessly, "I hate to let you go, but ... will you turn the records 
over?" 

"Sure," I said, taking my arms from around her. She kept her arms around me, 
though, pressing herself to me. I waited. 

"You know what I love about you?" she finally murmured. 

"Tell me," I suggested. 

"You never seem to get so steamed up with the pleasure you're hot for that 
you try to rush a girl." 

"Most humans get more ultimate pleasure out of something they've had to wait 
for, at least a while," I told her with a small shrug. 

"Like I've marveled before, you seem so wise to be so young. Soul memories 
of lessons learned well in past incarnations seems like the only reasonable 
explanation. Like the unlearned skills of a musical protege, or the genius 
of a baby mathematical wizard." She was quiet for a moment. Then she added, 
"You know something else?" 

"No, what?" 

She hugged herself against me more tightly, ground her towel-covered cunt 
against my towel-shrouded cock hungrily, then murmured, "I'm hotter than 
I've ever been since I was fourteen-year-old freshman in a little high 
school where the all-state quarterback was the big man of the senior class. 
And the first time he dated me-" 

She interrupted herself abruptly, declaring, "But I was as stupid about men 
then as most girls are. Now the reason I'm so hot is because I've had to 
wait so long to find a man who treats me like every woman longs to be 
treated. Like I'm worth all the time he has to take and all the things he 
has to do to please me. Like he enjoys doing things for me. Enjoys doing 
things I enjoy with me. Enjoys my companionship as just another human 
being." 

She hugged herself to me again for an instant, then leaned back, looking up 
at me as she murmured, "You're the kind of lover every woman dreams of, but 
most poor women never meet. The kind of lover a woman gets so hot for she'll 
lose all her good judgment. The kind of lover who gives her such a 
comfortable feeling she feels no need for her good judgment, for keeping up 
her guard, for caution." 

Again she squeezed herself against me. She released me that time, however, 
standing back. As her arms slipped from me, I caught one hand in mine, gave 
it a quick squeeze, then went to the stereo. 

She called after me, "I can't wait much longer, lover. Hurry back. Hear?" 

She was cuddled up before the fireplace when I returned to her. I lay down 
facing her. She lay staring into the crackling fire as if I didn't exist. 

Suddenly she murmured, "It's been so long." 

I waited, but she didn't go on. I prompted, "So long since what?" 

"Since the last time I-" 

She broke off. Again I waited for her to finish it. When she didn't, I 
finally suggested, "Since the last time you what?" 

"Really ... really and truly," she murmured, "fell in love." 

She glanced at me, her eyes fixing on mine every direct and unwavering. "I'm 
falling deeply ... madly ... insanely in love ... with you, you know." 

A strange startled feeling shot through me. My voice came out kind of a dry, 
breathless croak. "Me?" 

She nodded. She extended one arm, reaching a finger to my mouth. She traced 
the outline of my lips with the fingertip. 

I caught her hand in one of mine and brought the open palm to my lips. I 
kissed it, then kissed her wrist. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Heidi brought her head close to mine, breathlessly kissing the rim of my 
ear. My lips upon her wrist felt the strong throbbing of her excited pulse. 
She murmured, "I'd throw all the things, all the security, all the respect 
and position in the community, everything that Philip's money buys right in 
his face and make a complete fool of myself over you. Run away with you. 
Anything I could do that would make you happy. Only there's a voice deep 
within me that keeps reminding me I'm too old to be able to make you happy 
for very long. I'd become a parasite upon your gorgeous youth. If it wasn't 
for hurting you like that, though, I'd be willing to sacrifice everything 
that's been mine just for-" She broke off. 

I finally said, "But you don't know yet whether I can even make sex good for 
you." 

She chuckled, then shook her head, making a kind of clucking sound as she 
declared, "That's where you're so very badly mistaken, love. Men may have to 
actually fuck a woman before they really know what she'll be like for them, 
but most women learn to know how it will be for them with a certain man 
before anything ever happens." 

She moved very close to me. Her hands locked behind my neck. She pulled my 
face to hers. Our lips met. Instantly her tongue thrust into my mouth. It 
embraced my tongue hotly, then flicked excitedly here and there, joyously 
caressing the inner surfaces of my whole mouth. 

It wasn't the first time we'd soul kissed, of course. But this time seemed 
different. Seemed more strangely exciting, more erotic, than any of the 
other times. 

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and began rolling over and 
over with her across the carpet in wild abandon. Suddenly one of her hands 
was tearing away at the towels separating her bare belly from mine. The 
towels were torn away impatiently. Our naked bellies pressed tightly 
together. 

As I again rolled over the top of her, she tried to bring our mindless 
tumbling to a stop. I shook my head violently, then pulled my mouth away 
from hers, declaring, "No bigger than my cock is, you're the only one who 
has any idea where to put it to create the greatest sensation for you. I'd 
be flying blind, and I won't do that." 

In a breathless whisper she anxiously asked, "You won't feel I'm 
emasculating you, stealing your masculine place?" 

"Whether I ride you or you ride me doesn't prove a thing, one way or the 
other, about my manhood," I told her, rolling on, bringing her up astride 
me. 

Heidi caught her weight on hands and knees and raised herself over me. She 
leaned forward, bringing her luscious tits down against my face. My hands 
caught them, pressed them together, and brought both excited nipples to my 
lips. I brought a moaning gasp out of her as I sucked them in. She made 
little twisting motions with her hips as her cunt searched briefly for and 
found my rigid cock. 

I gave her tits a hard suck for about the second time and that same instant 
she sent her ass driving down at me, plunging my cock into her steaming cunt 
clear to my balls. I was amazed how tight and delicious her cunt felt, how 
perfectly it fitted itself to and gripped my cock. 

It seemed to be a great feeling fit to her as well; her ass began bobbing 
furiously over me as she stroked my cock in and out of her almost wildly. 
Our bellies came together so hard every time they created an audible slap. 
And the whole time she kept pressing her tits down against my mouth, telling 
me in unmistakable body language that the way I was gobbling her tits felt 
great to her too. 

I know damned well we hadn't been coupled up in that frantic embrace even 
sixty seconds when Heidi abruptly gave out with a moaning scream. If it was 
possible, she began riding me even more wildly than before. I was amazed as 
I felt every muscle inside her cunt and lower belly start pulsing wildly as 
she kept on screaming. She was in the grip of an excruciatingly delicious 
orgasm. And I'd been wondering if I hadn't made this play much too soon. But 
I'll settle for having a woman surprise me by coming before I expect her to, 
rather than have her fail to ever blast off because I'd failed to tease her 
up well enough before I got my cock into her. There's no such thing as 
getting a woman too hot, but there definitely is such a thing as being so 
impatient to fuck her that you fail to get her hot enough and so come off 
looking like a rank amateur, more than likely giving her a real bummer 
instead of a great trip. 

"So I was relieved more than somewhat that Heidi blasted off in such short 
order because I really hadn't planned on fucking her quite so soon. The 
dancing and the wine and the music had all kind of gotten to me so my 
conscious control had gotten away from me. 

Anyhow, Heidi's orgasm finally tapered off. She'd come so hard that very 
first time that when it was over she collapsed upon me like she didn't have 
a bone left in her entire body. She was gasping for breath like she might 
never catch her breath again. I found myself feeling very good about having 
been able to give her such a terrific orgasm. I had a hunch she'd never 
enjoyed one that even came close to this one when she'd had Uncle Phil's 
horse-cock in her. Thought of how proud he was of that oversized cock of his 
made me feel like laughing. 

After Heidi's breathing started to quiet a little, I started tensing those 
belly muscles that I'd learned make the head of my cock give a jump deep 
inside a cunt. Suddenly in answer I felt a moist, hot small hand-like grip 
upon the head of my cock by something deep within her cunt. The sensation 
that created in the head of my cock was delicious. 

We lay there giving each other the pleasure of those deep inner caresses. 
The tweaks she gave the head of my cock began growing stronger as her 
strength returned. Abruptly she lifted her head and put a hand up to run her 
fingers through my hair. She clutched it and gave me a loving tug a couple 
or three times, then brought her mouth to mine. It was a long, hungry kiss. 
Her tongue again twined with mine and caressed all the inner surfaces of my 
mouth before she raised her lips from mine. 

But abruptly she pushed herself up on her hands, lifting her mouth from mine 
and her tits off my chest. She was frowning and shaking her head over me as 
she exclaimed in a reproachful tone, "What a line you fed me!" 

"What line?" I asked in honest amazement. 

"About you being an inexperienced male virgin!" she exclaimed accusingly. 

I hadn't said any such thing, not in so many words, but of course I'd done 
my damndest to create that impression. So I didn't waste time denying I'd 
said it, even though I hadn't. All I said was, "Even a virgin can enjoy a 
lucky accident." 

She scoffed, with laughter breaking through, "If that space orbit you sent 
me into was just a lucky accident, I seriously doubt if I'm enough woman to 
stand the kind of earthquake you'd be certain to set off when everything you 
did was being done on purpose! What a lover you are!" 

She gave my hair another tug or two of affection, then gave me a quick kiss 
and sighed softly, "I've never in my whole life come as good as that before. 
You did everything just perfect." 

She gave the head of my cock another of those delicious tweaks. I made the 
head of my cock jump, giving her an inner throb in return. She gasped 
softly, "You're still doing everything just perfect." 

I told her, "I'd like to be able to promise that you haven't seen anything 
yet, that we haven't gotten even warmed up good yet." 

Mischief began dancing in her eyes. "Why don't we find out?" she proposed. 
"You've started a fresh, big new charge of excitement building inside me 
already." 

"Really?" I asked innocently. 

She chuckled, "I have a feeling that doesn't surprise you as much as you 
pretend. You didn't just accidentally stumble upon how to give me those 
delicious little throbs deep inside me with your penis. That's required some 
experience, some practise, despite all you've told me about being so 
inexperienced." 

"What about those soul memories of lessons learned well in past lives that 
you were telling me about?" I asked giving her another strong inner throb. 
She gasped softly with the pleasure of it, then murmured, "I'm not going to 
argue about it. I'm just going to enjoy. Incidentally, those loving throbs 
you're using to get me steamed up all over again are something that a man 
with a horse cock like Philip's can't do. If he tried, it'd feel like he was 
ripping your guts out. A horse cock that size keeps a woman so close to 
actual pain, if not actually in pain, all the time that she never can just 
let go and fly high. She's always too worried about getting hurt. But with 
you I can relax completely, fly as high and as wild as I feel like, without 
a worry to put the brakes on me. With you it's nothing but solid pleasure 
all the way!" 

She raised herself, her ass starting to bob over me again. Almost instantly 
she was thrusting as hard and as fast as she'd done before, again riding me 
wildly, again making our bellies come together like applauding hands. 

But she paused abruptly. She swung her shoulders. Her tits brushed back and 
forth across my lips. I caught them between my hands again, pressed them 
together, and sucked both taut nipples into my mouth. 

A deep, sighing moan of pleasure came out of her. Her ass started bobbing 
over me again, this time more slowly, however. Slowly she drew my tingling 
cock out of her sizzling cunt, then slowly she eased it back into herself 
until her belly was grinding against mine. 

From time to time she'd pause and we exchanged loving inner throbs and 
tweaks while she pressed her ripely luscious tits harder against my mouth 
while low gasping moans of pleasure came from hers. I felt the texture of 
the lining of her cunt changing with the growing tension of her inner 
excitement. 

She began alternating long, slow thrusts with short thrusts during which she 
wriggled her cunt on my cock, rotating her ass like a stripper doing a 
grind. Lordy, the tidal waves of sensation that kicked up in the head of my 
cock as it swirled around deep inside her. 

It was repeatedly touching something deep inside her that made Heidi gasp 
and moan, obviously giving her exquisite pleasure. Each time it happened, 
all her cunt muscles gripped my cock more tightly for an instant. Her whole 
cunt was fairly crackling with pent-up excitement, feeling almost like 
static electricity building toward a fiery discharge. I knew it wouldn't 
take much more before another wild orgasm would be inevitable, or to be more 
exact, unavoidable. 

Just when I figured it was about to happen, however, she surprised me by 
abruptly stopping all movement. She pulled her tits away from my mouth. Deep 
inside her cunt she started working on the tingling head of my cock with 
that deliciously hot, moist, hand-like grip, using it like a suction cup on 
a milking machine. In a flash I was for the first time much more aware of my 
own personal charge of sensation than I was of what I was creating for her. 

I knew instantly what she was up to. I chuckled, just to let her know I 
knew. Through clenched teeth she gasped breathlessly, "We're taking this 
trip together, love!" 

That seemed like a challenge. I made up my mind in an instant to hold back 
or die trying while blasting her off into another orgasmic orbit. 

I grabbed her tits between my hands, jerked my head up off the floor, sucked 
her rigid nipples into my mouth and gave them a loving nip as I poured on 
the suction. At the same time I pulled my cock almost out of her, then sent 
it driving back into her cunt as deep as I could send it reach. That 
triggered a strangled scream from her. She ground her tits down hard against 
my mouth. Her ass began bobbing frantically, pulling her belly away from 
mine, then slamming them back together, faster and harder while her 
anguished scream grew louder and more shrill. 

Quicker than I can tell about it, she seemed to blow her mind. She was 
riding me so frantically it was scary. I forgot about the mounting waves of 
sensation I'd felt were almost ready to engulf me only a moment before and 
just hung on. I was actually afraid if my cock ever came out of her she 
might break it trying to jam it back into her wildly pulsating cunt. 

That second orgasm seemed to last and last and last, endlessly. When Heidi 
finally quit yelling and struggling over me, she collapsed all over me like 
a deflated balloon. We were drenched in sweat. Her breath made loud wheezing 
sounds as she struggled to pull it in, then let it go. Her heart was 
hammering against my chest like a triphammer. 

I let her catch her breath for a few minutes. Then I rolled over so she 
slipped off of me and my cock came sliding out of her, still as fresh and 
primed for action as ever, despite that one close call I'd had for just a 
second or two before I'd triggered her. 

I got up, then stooped over her, gathered her limp body in my arms and 
lifted her. She acted like she was clear out of it, unaware of what was 
happening. I headed for the bathroom, figuring a cold shower ought to be 
just the thing to snap her back into the land of the living ready for more 
fucking. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The cold water blasting at our naked bodies from the shower head brought 
Heidi alive with a strangled scream almost like the one she'd uttered when 
she started coming. "What're you trying to do to me!" she yelled, and began 
hammering her doubled fists against my chest, trying to force me to release 
her. 

Laughing, I rinsed her off good in the icy water before I set her down upon 
her own feet. The instant I released her, she blasted the door of the shower 
stall open and went racing to the big Roman tub and jumped in. I hit the 
lever turning the shower water off and sprinted after her. 

She shrieked and went climbing out the far side of the huge tub as I leaped 
in to join her. I came up yelling, the hot water in the tub making me feel 
like a lobster in the pot. The chill of the shower water not only had 
vanished, I felt I was being scalded. I went shooting out of the tub faster 
than she had. And she was laughing like crazy, like she'd planned it. 

I started chasing her around the edge of the tub, but she'd dive back into 
that hot water whenever I got toe close, then climb back out on the far 
side. Finally I gave it up and grabbed a big towel, starting to dry myself. 

Heidi grabbed a towel too, dried herself quickly, and headed for the front 
room. When I got there, she was stretched out again before the fireplace. I 
poked around in the fire a little, shoving the burning logs closer together. 
Then I stretched out beside her. 

The shock of the cold water followed by the worse shock of the hot water, 
followed by the chase around the tub had taken most of the hardness out of 
my cock, so it was hanging at not more than half-mast when I laid down 
there. Instantly one of her hands closed caressingly around my cock and 
balls and instantly my cock's interest in life began rapidly reviving. What 
a charge of sensation those fingertips of hers stirred up just by lightly 
stroking my balls and rapidly hardening cock! 

In no time whatever, she had me feeling I was in real danger of coming right 
in her hand. I was having real trouble breathing. 

About then Heidi leaned over me and began kissing one of my ears. Then she 
worked her way down the side of my neck to my throat. Moments later I was 
surprised at the sensation I found myself feeling when her hot lips closed 
over one of my miniature male nipples and began sucking it. I'd never had 
that done to me before and never dreamed it could give me so much good 
sensation. 

She skipped from the first nipple to the other one. That mouth of hers was 
creating growing waves of sensation that had my cock as stiff as it had ever 
been, yet trying to swell even bigger. 

Suddenly Heidi's mouth started kissing and licking a zigzag course downward 
over my upper belly. At my navel she surprised me again, licking around the 
outer edge of it, then thrusting the tip of her tongue deep into it. I 
gasped, amazed at the sensation that gave me. 

She kissed another zigzag trail over my lower belly and my muscles under the 
skin she was kissing and licking began tying up in knots as her hot mouth 
drew closer to the tingling head of my stiff cock. Just the thought of how 
her mouth would feel on my cock had me tingling all over! 

Breathlessly I waited while her mouth reached the upper edge of the curly 
pubic hair covering the roots of my cock. But she raised her head away from 
my lower belly abruptly and disappointment flashed through me as I thought 
she was quitting. 

Instead, she moved around between my legs. She tugged at my knees, raising 
them until both my feet were planted as close to the cheeks of my ass as she 
could get them. Then she shoved her face in between my legs. I closed my 
eyes, expecting to feel her mouth on my cock. Did I get another surprise 
that stunned me! 

Heidi's hot tongue suddenly thrust into the crack of my ass, hitting me just 
below my asshole. She brought it upward in a big, slobbery lick up across my 
asshole and on up to the roots of my balls. Then she licked all over and 
around my balls. She'd suck one ball gently into her burning mouth, then the 
other. The sensation was fantastic. Finally she licked on upward until her 
tongue reached my cock's tingling tip. 

Before she got that far, however, I was shaking like I'd been taken by a 
chill. When her feverish lips closed around the head of my cock, I thought I 
was going to die. Then she started sucking it while she lightly tongued the 
sensitive underside, and I knew damned well all that sensation was going to 
kill me! 

The way the tip of Heidi's educated tongue teased that super-sensitive 
underside of the head of my cock was fantastic! I'd never felt anything like 
it. My cock felt like it was swelling even bigger in her mouth, swelling 
almost like it was a balloon she was blowing up. I tried to groan, but my 
throat seemed paralyzed. 

As Heidi's mouth and tongue continued working steadily on the head of my 
cock, her hand began lovingly caressing my balls. That seemed to intensify 
the other sensations. 

Abruptly Heidi let my cock slip from her mouth as she leaned back, 
straightening herself. She grabbed my legs, exerting pressure that made it 
obvious to me she wanted me over on my belly. I flipped myself over, 
wondering what the hell she was up to now? 

She mounted my ass, her legs astraddle mine. She started grinding her hot 
cunt against the cheeks of my ass as she bent forward to kiss and nibble and 
lick at the back of my neck and my ears. At the same time her hands were 
stroking my sides and flanks. 

Suddenly one hand darted in between my belly and the rug. The fingertips 
found the hardness of my cock imprisoned under there. It was a stroking 
caress that lasted only an instant. But the sensation it created was 
something else! 

I humped up off the floor, grinding my ass into Heidi's feverish cunt. Her 
other hand went shooting in to give my cock a light, quick stroke. I felt a 
fine trembling going through my entire body, I was so supercharged with 
excitement. 

But Heidi kept right on working on me. She kissed and licked her way 
downward over my back. She abruptly switched her position when she reached 
the small of my back. Suddenly I felt her hot thighs close upon either side 
of my head. Her sizzling pussy plastered itself against the back of my neck. 
I trembled harder. 

She resumed licking and kissing and nibbling her way toward the cheeks of my 
ass. As she approached them, she pushed both hands in under me. One hand 
gripped my cock. The other started lightly stroking its underside. 
Involuntarily my ass began humping to make small fucking movements, trying 
to fuck Heidi's caressing hands. 

Meanwhile, she gave both cheeks of my ass a series of love-nips. While she 
was doing that, she brought both hands away from my tingling cock and thrust 
them in between my upper thighs. I opened them wide for her, as I moaned in 
disappointment that she'd stopped caressing my cock. That moan chopped off, 
however, when she shoved her face into the open crack of my ass and gave my 
startled asshole another lick. I thought I was going to start coming right 
there on the rug! But she gave my asshole several more wet licks with that 
hot tongue of hers and I still didn't explode like I expected. I just felt 
like I was going to die if I didn't get triggered soon. 

She began licking circles around my asshole. As she did, she'd thrust at it 
with the tip of her tongue, trying to force its way in. Talk about fantastic 
sensations! 

I was amazed to suddenly feel the tip of her tongue replaced by a fingertip. 
It began working its gentle but relentless way into my trembling asshole. 
The surrounding muscles involuntarily tightened, trying to resist. But 
Heidi's slippery finger thrust right on through that resistance. 

Suddenly I became aware that Heidi's hot cunt was beginning to drool more 
freely as she rubbed it back and forth against my neck and I knew she was 
getting excited by what she was doing to me. I tried to relax and give her 
her way. She began stroking her finger in and out of my asshole. Suddenly I 
was amazed to realize it was beginning to feel pretty good. I found myself 
raising my ass in small fucking movements, opening it to her more. 

But just then Heidi murmured, "Over on your back again, lover." Her finger 
came out of me. 

I flopped over. I raised my knees like she'd had them earlier. As I did, her 
finger thrust back into my asshole. I almost didn't notice it, however, 
because at the same time she gave me a hot lick from the roots of my cock to 
its electrified tip. That quick I felt like I was right on the verge of 
exploding. 

Heidi raised her mouth from my cock and stroked her finger in and out of my 
quivering asshole several times. The pressure of accumulated sensation eased 
within me. At least a little. 

Then her fiery mouth closed over the head of my aching cock again. Her hot 
tongue went swirling around the tingling head, building such a storm of 
sensation I thought I might blow my mind. 

Heidi started working her mouth up and down on my cock, making her mouth 
into a cunt. Every downward stroke sunk the shaft of my cock into her mouth 
a little deeper. She was milking at it steadily with her lips. My senses 
began really reeling, like I might be very near to fainting. 

I really was amazed when I suddenly realized she had the entire length of my 
cock in her mouth. No longer than my cock is, that still meant the head of 
it had to be down her throat. It seemed impossible. Then I felt Heidi 
contract her throat muscles around the head of my cock and knew beyond all 
doubt that's where it was. 

The sensation very nearly blew my mind. A strangled, gasping, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hug!" came explosively out of me. 

The gripping throat muscles released, then gripped down again, bringing 
another startled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" out of me. I was shaking like 
someone having a chill. I'd even forgotten all about her finger in my 
asshole. 

I'd never felt sensation build like it was building within me. And Heidi 
wasn't letting up. She went right on licking and sucking and swallowing the 
head of my cock. Her finger kept stroking in and out of my asshole steadily, 
that action seeming to intensify all the other sensation. I felt a flood of 
come juice gathering deep in the roots of my cock. A massive shudder flashed 
through me, shaking my whole body. My cock exploded! 

I nearly blacked out. Vaguely I felt ray cock pumping furiously, spraying 
jet after jet of hot come juice down Heidi's throat. I heard a voice that 
sounded like mine yelling somewhere distantly. The whole thing was unlike 
anything I'd ever experienced before. The voltage of the sensation seemed 
too great for my senses to register accurately. 

The storm finally passed and left me feeling paralyzed. I could still feel, 
however. I felt Heidi nursing away steadily at my cock, draining it to its 
very last drop. That gave me hope that my nervous system hadn't been totally 
burned out. Then my wilted cock was allowed to slip from her mouth and her 
finger slid out of my asshole. Heidi's cheerful voice abruptly demanded, 
"Now who needs a dip in ice water to shock them back into the land of the 
living and loving?" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

I felt like every bone and muscle in my entire body had been melted down and 
flowed together into a single big glob of molten goo without power to do a 
thing except respond to the pull of gravity. On the other hand, I felt some 
ego in that glob of molten goo furiously resisting the idea of letting Heidi 
get the idea I'd never experienced such a trip as she'd sent me on. 

The ego moved me, even though I'd actually felt such movement was 
impossible. I rolled over, coming off my back to my belly. Then I got hands 
and knees under myself and lifted myself upon them. 

I found Heidi stretched out before the fireplace nearby, watching me with an 
amused twinkle in her eyes. I crawled over to her and flopped down. Instead 
of simply melting there again, however, I gathered her warm, curvaceous 
nakedness into my arms and pressed her close. 

I hadn't expected to actually be able to feel much, but I was amazed how 
much pleasant sensation her nakedness gave my skin everywhere our bodies 
came into contact. I felt strength flowing back through me. 

So I kissed her. It was a spontaneous thing. But it turned into the kind of 
kiss she'd given me. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Her tongue 
twined affectionately with mine. When that embrace ended, my tongue went 
exploring throughout the rest of her mouth, investigating all the sensitive 
inner surfaces. 

Both of us were gasping for breath again when I finally raised my lips from 
hers. I felt nearly as good as if we were just getting started. Even my cock 
had lost its brief limpness and raised its head back up to at least 
half-mast as its interest in feminine lusciousness steadily revived. 

My next move wasn't planned either, but I found myself kissing my way 
downward over Heidi's throat. I kissed and licked my way along her 
collarbone and out to the joint where her arms hinged into her shoulders. 
Then I started down the soft, curving side of her exquisite right tit. One 
of her hands began caressing my head, the fingers running through my hair, 
as my lips approached her excitedly taut nipple. 

When I sucked the nipple into my mouth, Heidi gasped her pleasure. After 
sucking and tonguing it briefly, I leapfrogged over to her other tit, but 
not the excited nipple. I kissed my way all around the ripe fullness of the 
luscious tit itself, taking my own sweet time, making her wait, keeping her 
in suspense. When I pounced upon that nipple, a sharp groan came out of 
Heidi. Her fingers clutched my hair and tugged at it. 

When I'd given that nipple a good sucking, I switched back to the first one. 
For several minutes I kept switching back and forth between them. While I 
sucked one, I squeezed and rolled and pulled the other between a thumb and 
forefinger. Heidi's whimpering little groans were rising and falling almost 
continuously, making it obvious that a good new charge of sensation was 
beginning to build within her. Her ass began wriggling upon the rug, making 
little fucking movements. 

I let the tit I was nursing slip from my mouth and began kissing and licking 
my way downward across Heidi's upper belly. That's when she suddenly twisted 
away from me, scampered to her feet, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl, and 
sprinted for the bathroom. I came blasting up off the floor, the weakness 
I'd felt scant minutes before entirely forgotten, and went racing after her. 

I caught up close enough to lay a hand on her furiously jiggling ass as she 
dodged through the bathroom doorway. She shrieked and took off like a big 
bird in a flying leap that brought her down in the center of the Roman tub 
with a terrific splash. She was laughing like crazy and tried to dodge away 
as I hit the water right behind her. But one of my hands managed to close 
around one of her arms and anchored her. My other hand grabbed her luscious 
ass and brought her feet rushing up off the bottom of the deep tub as I 
flipped her upon her back. 

I positioned her with her head against one side of the tub where she could 
hang to the edge just above her head with both hands. I got myself between 
her legs at the end where the water was shallow enough I could sit on kind 
of a step or submerged stool in the bottom there and have my head just 
barely out of the water. I put my wrists together and formed a support for 
her lovely ass with my hands to help her float upon the surface. 

"What on earth're you going to do?" she giggled. Instead of wasting time on 
words, I answered by starting to kiss and lick my way along one inner thigh 
toward her cunt. An excited little shriek came out of her, formed into 
clipped, explosive words, "You're out of your mind! You'll drown me, eating 
my pussy here in this-" 

She broke off with a gasp as I moved one hand from supporting her ass to 
catch the nipple or one tit and give it a sharp little tug. I kept teasing 
the nipple and she kept having to struggle harder to breathe. 

I resisted a temptation to speed up my approach to her cunt with my mouth. 
By the time the tip of my nose was close enough to push into her muff of 
curly cunt hair and lightly brush against the lower end of her cunt's lips, 
Heidi was panting like she'd run a mile. 

Finally I gave a slobbery lick up through the velvet-like crease that was 
her groin. A trembling groan of pleasure came out of Heidi and she spread 
her legs a little wider, inviting me to do that again. 

Instead, I pushed against her inner thigh with one cheek, signaling her to 
open her thighs even wider. She responded instantly. Instead of licking her 
groin, however, I abruptly thrust my face under the water's surface and sent 
my tongue shooting deep into the crack of her lovely ass. As I brought it up 
across her quivering asshole, she yelped. I brought my tongue licking on up 
to her cunt, then pulled my face away, coming up for air. When a gasp had 
filled my lungs, I asked with a chuckle, "How'd you like that?" 

"You have to ask?" she demanded with a moaning sigh. 

I said, "I'm always ready for you to teach me how you like things best." 

"Teach you what?" she gasped. "I haven't discovered a single thing so far 
that you need to learn. Besides, you keep me so busy most of the time I've 
no chance to even think about teaching you anything." 

"Fine," I murmured. "So relax and enjoy yourself." 

"The things you do to me, who could relax?" she scolded breathlessly. 

I dipped my face back into the water and resumed teasing her up. Half a 
dozen times I licked up across her trembling asshole a startled grunt came 
exploding out of her. 

I moved my face upward until my nose and mouth were out of the water and 
began licking into her cunt. A whining little cry of ecstatic pleasure 
raised from her. Her ass made a small wriggling motion, letting me know she 
liked it. 

I began licking deeper and deeper into the clean, fragrant freshness of her 
cunt while she whimpered and moaned more loudly. I could feel the muscles of 
her whole ass go rigid against my supporting hand as the sensations I was 
creating for her intensified inner tension. 

I found her clitoris with the tip of my nose while continuing to thrust my 
tongue as deep into her fiery cunt as I could make it reach, licking in and 
out, in and out. By rocking my head at the same time, the tip of my nose 
stroked her clitoris, multiplying the sensation my tongue was creating. A 
long, low, gasping cry of anguished pleasure came from Heidi and one hand 
came flying from its grip on the edge of the tub and fastened in my hair. 

Heidi's clutching fingers gripped my hair almost frantically, pulling my 
face into her cunt harder. Then I felt her pulling upward and realized she 
was trying to guide my mouth and tongue to her clitoris. 

That time I let her have her way. My mouth closed over her rigid clitoris. 
My tongue began licking it with short, rapid strokes as I started sucking 
it. Heidi screamed, a strangled cry of ecstasy. Her belly muscles grew 
rigid, making her belly pooch up almost like she had suddenly become 
pregnant. She was more than a little pregnant with sensation, that was 
obvious. By that time her fingers were working frantically in my hair. 
Abruptly her thighs clamped together against the sides of my head, then I 
realized she'd jerked her feet up out of the water and locked her legs 
together behind my head. That same instant as she imprisoned my face at her 
cunt, I felt a great shudder flash through her, then felt her cunt begin 
pulsing against my lips and tongue as she started coming. 

That brought a wild, rising scream from her. She forgot all necessity of 
supporting her upper body, her other hand shooting down to clutch my hair 
with the first one. That brought the whole weight of her body, except what 
the water supported, down upon me. Her abrupt move caught me off balance. I 
slipped off the raised area on the bottom of the tub. My head went under. 

Heidi's hands had my hair in an iron grip. Her lovely legs were like steel 
bands locked around my head. My face was buried in her cunt. Cunt and all 
were under the water. Her own head probably was just barely above the 
surface. But she was oblivious to everything and anything except the storm 
of fantastic sensation raging through her pulsating cunt and lower belly. 
Even under the water I could hear the distant sound of her screaming. 

I tried frantically to free myself from the double grip she had on me with 
locked hands and legs. But her muscles seemed to be frozen, just as I've 
heard sometimes happens in the case of what's called a death grip. I did my 
damnedest, but the more I struggled, the tighter her grip upon my head 
seemed to become. 

Suddenly I realized I wasn't far away from actually drowning. My lungs felt 
like they were about to burst with their need for air. Somehow I finally got 
my feet under me and while I still had strength left I came up out of that 
water with Heidi's body wrapped around my head like a wet sack of some kind. 
I remember staggering over to the side of the deep tub and clutching the 
edge with both hands. Heidi's cunt still was clamped so tightly against my 
face I could hardly get any air, regardless of how I was struggling to. I 
guess I passed out. Her cunt was still pulsing furiously against my mouth 
and I was vaguely aware of the sound of her screaming. 

The next thing I remember, I found myself stretched upon the floor beside 
the tub and Heidi was working over me tearfully, trying to get me started 
breathing again. When she realized I'd come around, she slumped down upon 
the tile, shaking her head as she mumbled, "I must've been out of my mind! I 
almost smothered you and didn't even know it." 

I was still too busy trying to catch my breath to argue about anything. I 
lay gasping for more air and she sat beside me panting from her exertion 
while giving artificial respiration. She brushed a tear from the corner of 
one of her eyes, glanced at me, then reached the hand over to wipe wet hair 
out of my eyes. She murmured, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart! I never in my life 
before did a thing like that to any man. Can you ever forgive me?" 

I managed a gasping chuckle, telling her, "Consider yourself ... forgiven." 

She insisted, "You've got to fuck me again, right away quick, to prove you 
don't hold any-" 

I interrupted, demanding, "Fuck you right away with what?" 

As if in answer, I felt her hand abruptly close around my cock. From the 
feel of it in her hand I realized it was as rigid as a steel spike. I almost 
laughed as the thought flashed through that if I'd actually drowned or 
smothered in her cunt, I'd have gone to the morgue with a tremendous hard 
on. 

She bent her head over me again and her mouth and tongue began working on my 
cock. That quick she had it tingling with eagerness for action. Then she 
straddled me there on the bathroom tile floor beside the Roman tub and sent 
my hard cock shooting into her cunt to its depths. I gathered her luscious 
tits between my hands and brought them to my mouth and began gobbling away 
hungrily at them, just as if nothing had happened. 

Perhaps it was some weird kind of excitement that came from having brushed 
past the old guy with the scythe; when I blasted Heidi off into orbit a few 
minutes later, I went with her on the wildest damned trip I'd ever taken 
coming. The whole head of my cock felt like it exploded and went flying off. 
I haven't yet figured out an adequate and appropriate rating suitable to 
indicate the all-around excellence of a used lady like Heidi. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The first time I laid eyes on Mrs. Deova I had a strong hunch I'd found the 
door to wonderful new sex experiences. She was a new teacher in the English 
department. She was built like a Greek goddess. You'd expect her to be 
teaching modern dance, or drama, but she had a brain as well as a beautiful 
body. 

I also had the hunch I'd get farther faster with Mrs. Deova if I brought 
myself to her attention through the abilities of my brain, rather than the 
physical prowess of my body. 

English had always been one of my best subjects, especially composition. I 
very soon established myself prominently in her awareness as the guy who 
does every assignment perfectly. I wasn't all that much surprised the day 
Mrs. Deova asked if I'd have time that afternoon to go over some problems 
that she would like my opinion on. It turned out the problems concerned her 
receiving a request to teach a couple of drama classes. She had also been 
given the job of selecting the play our senior class would present that 
year. 

I went to the home room of Mrs. Deova when the last bell rang ending the 
final period for that day. The kids were still messing around, reluctant to 
clear out. Finally they left, heading for their after-school hangouts. Mrs. 
Deova was strangely nervous as she asked that I sit down in a chair near her 
desk. 

After telling me about having been given responsibility for the selection of 
the play the seniors would present, she asked, "I'm concerned about holding 
the kids' interest, and I'm wondering if you think by assigning characters 
and having the various plays under consideration read in my senior classes, 
I could stimulate more excitement about the project?" She added, "Then 
perhaps when they'd all been read, the kids could vote to indicate which 
play they dug the most." 

"I think holding the other kids' interest would be the least of your 
problems." I said. "What are some of the plays you have in mind?" 

Mrs. Deova said, "I had several in mind; I went off this morning and left 
them at my apartment!" 

Making an effort to sound casual, I said, "That's no problem. I could stop 
by your place and have a look, if that's all right with you?" I chuckled, 
then added, "Some of your peer group, and plenty of older men too, would 
jump at a chance to invite you up to their place to see their etchings. I'm 
asking to come have a look at your plays." 

She gave me a quiet smile, then said, "You have a remarkably quick mind and 
I like that very much. A groovy body is such a waste unless there's an 
equally attractive mind that goes with it. I've been getting an increasingly 
strong impression that you must possess just about a perfect combination." 

"I'm very happy that you like my ... combination. Thank you. Will you be 
home in about an hour if I come knocking on your door?" I said. 

Mrs. Deova just sat there behind her desk for a moment, her eyes holding 
mine. Then she stood up, stretching her lovely body, acting as if a 
delicious shiver of excitement was going through her as she did. She 
murmured low and rather breathlessly, "You're a bold one; I have a hunch 
you're way ahead of me." 

I said, "There's one way to find out; give me your address." 

She stood there staring at me for a moment, a bright gleam shining in her 
eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the delay in answering. It reminded me of 
the way girls like to look at a package, turning it around in their hands, 
before they finally start to unwrap it. Yet there was a look of mature 
experience and feminine strength about her that made the girls my own age 
seem like little kids by comparison. Not one thing had really happened yet, 
but I found a bulging lump of hardness straining at the material of my 
trouser leg. 

Mrs. Deova leaned down to her desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote her 
address on a slip of paper, then handed it to me. I took the paper and stood 
up, saying, "See you in an hour." 

I turned as if starting to the door, then I glanced back at her, letting my 
eyes swoop down that beautiful bod. I glanced at her face again and asked, 
"An hour ... or half hour?" 

She sounded breathless as she said, "Why not fifteen minutes?" 

I was strangely pleased to find this gorgeous vision of female pulchritude 
as excited and eager for the adventure as I was. I told her quietly, "You're 
a very exciting woman, just in case no one's told you recently." 

She whispered breathlessly, "To think I was worried that life here would 
seem dull compared to the big city. You could very well be the salvation of 
my whole career in teaching." 

"Us fellows of dear old Buffalo Union High all do our best to keep our 
faculty happy," I said in the sing-song meter of a Chinese merchant. Then I 
got out of there before I forgot myself and tried to rape that gorgeous 
woman right there and then. I had a hunch she would have raped easy, but if 
anyone had walked in on us it wouldn't exactly help her career. Smart people 
still observe at least some discretion. 

A short time later when I knocked at her apartment door, Mrs. Deova was 
right on the spot to open the door before I could rap on the door the second 
time. She was dressed in a filmy, lavender negligee. She closed the door and 
asked, "Would you like a drink?" 

I decided it was time to come on stronger. I glanced around at her, smiling 
as I said, "It's plenty warm enough today; a nice cool shower sounds much 
better to me than anything to drink." 

She waved toward an inner door, asking, "Would you like to use my bedroom 
... to undress?" 

"I have a better idea," I said. "Why don't you come help me undress? Who 
knows, you might decide to keep me company." 

She smiled suddenly like a little kid, then exclaimed, "Please don't let me 
wake up; I know I must be dreaming all this!" 

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, as I would a small child. 

She moved closer to me as we stepped inside the doorway. I began slowly 
unfastening the sash and snaps that held her negligee together. My fingers 
were trembling. I felt a small hand pressing and exploring the protrusion 
that was pushing out against the front of my pants. I couldn't help a sharp 
gasp as her hand closed around my rigid cock. 

Just then I released the ribbon that let her naked breasts burst free of her 
gown. They jumped out proud and free before my startled eyes, big, beautiful 
boobs. I caressed them with my hands, murmuring, "I dig this dreaming! I 
don't want to wake up either." Then I added, "This is the bitchingest dream 
I ever did have!" I ducked my head and buried my face between her boobs, 
shaking my face back and forth against them, then began licking and kissing 
them and finally sucked both excited nipples into my mouth together. What a 
wave of sensation that shot through me; my cock threatening to burst free of 
my pants. 

I was as superheated and excited as if this was going to be my first 
experiment with sex. I'd never been more steamed up in my entire life. It 
amazed me how completely new and absolutely fresh and different a new and 
different type of sex partner can make the whole experience seem. I pulled 
my hungry lips away from her tities long enough to gasp, "You're delectable! 
Lovely! Beautiful!" 

She pulled away from me and began working on the buttons of my shirt, then 
she moved on down to my pants. In less time than it takes to tell, I was 
bare-assed naked. Her hand closed around my cock again without the 
insulation of the clothing between. 

"Oh, Vincey, you look mighty delectable yourself!" she said. Suddenly she 
let her knees hinge, sinking toward the floor until her mouth was level with 
that rock-hard cock of mine. She struck her tongue out and gave me a 
drooling lick from my balls to the sensitive tip of the flared head. For an 
instant I shook like a chill had hit me. I gasped out, "Mrs. Deova!" 

"My name's Mary, love," she murmured. Then she closed her lips around the 
head of my cock again, sucking at it as the tip of her tongue teased the 
sensitive underside. That drew another large gasp out of me. I could hardly 
force the words out, "And I thought ... some of my ... girl friends had 
educated mouths! Lordy!" 

Then I pulled her to her feet, afraid I might get carried away with the 
sensations that were running rampant through my body. "How does it feel to 
be about to fuck one of your students, teacher?" I asked. 

She was rubbing her bare bod up against mine as she gasped out, "Call me 
Mary, Vince dear, please?" 

"How does it feel, Mary darling?" I murmured. 

Mary stood there, having interrupted her grinding motions. Then she shook 
her head, declaring, "Something about you, darling, has my blood pressure 
shoved higher than any man anywhere else ever sent it before. I don't 
understand it." 

"You don't have to understand it; sex is physical, not intellectual," I 
murmured. "Don't try to approach this as a teacher. Just relax ... Relax and 
enjoy." 

"Right you are, Vincey," she said, "The shower is this way." Her hand closed 
around my stiff cock again like it was a handle. She turned toward the door 
of the bathroom. 

As we passed the bed, Mary dropped her gown and negligee all the way down, 
stepped out of it, and tossed it onto the bed. Then she led me straight on 
into the bathroom and right into the shower stall. 

Mary turned to me as she reached for the lever of the water-control valve, 
asking, "Is this shower really necessary?" 

"Not for you, I'm sure," I said you smell like a breath of heaven. But I 
haven't had a chance to freshen up yet. Besides, I have heard that lovers 
who shower together, stay together!" 

"Well then," Mary said, "let the shower commence!" And with that, she 
flipped the lever, sending a torrent of water shooting down upon us. 

Something about being in a shower with someone of the opposite sex who 
really turns you on can make it an experience like you wouldn't believe 
possible. Having my naked flesh sprayed with hot water seems to step up the 
degree of sensation I get from every contact of skin upon skin. Especially 
when the other body is someone like Mary! 

She wasn't just a stupid broad with hot pants like a lot of the girls my own 
age. They have the idea that sex is nothing but a way to a certain kind of 
popularity. Even in the swinging crowd I'd discovered a guy still has to 
contend with a high percentage of that kind of ignorance. For some of the 
guys that kind of chick would do just fine. They consider a girl or woman to 
be some kind of inferior being created for them to use and humble. But then, 
that type of guy tries so hard never to get emotionally involved with any 
female, he holds himself aloof and superior. He tries to keep himself 
convinced that a female is only something created for his pleasure, to be 
fucked and forgotten. That wasn't my way. I sure couldn't have assumed 
anything near that kind of attitude with Mary, thank God. 

Mary was that rare type of woman who experienced as much pleasure from being 
able to create mind-blowing sensations in her partner as she did from her 
own sensations. She watched for my reactions as much as I watched for hers. 
She wasn't in any great rush; she gave as much as she got. I wasn't aware of 
it at the time, but I realized it when I thought about it later. 

At the time, all I was aware of was the heightened sensitivity of every 
nerve in my entire body and of what Mary's marvelous hands were doing to 
stir up sensation in me like I'd never known before. 

I began soaping up a lather across her shoulders. I gently rubbed my lower 
belly and the throbbing hardness of my rigid cock against the curving 
softness of her bottom. 

She tipped her pelvis, pushing her ass back against me. We were both so hot 
I think the spray of water hitting us was vaporizing upon contact. We were 
both ready. 

Mary started to turn herself to me, but I stopped her with my hands on her 
shoulders. "Take it easy, Mary honey. Let's let the love honey simmer 
awhile; it's better that way," I said. 

She moaned, "I'm far beyond the simmering stage now. What's going to happen 
when I come to a full boil?" 

"Trust me, Mary," I said. "I'll take care of you." Then I started soaping 
her again, working from her shoulders on down her back. As I went, I moved 
my hands in around and under her armpits where her big wonderful boobs were. 
It was just like touching some kind of button the way her arms sprang away 
from her sides, opening room for my hands to gently caress her. 

Actually, I just ran the tip of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. I 
could tell it sent sensation roaring through her body by the way she 
shivered. 

"More, Vincey, do it more," she moaned. "I want you so bad I ache all over!" 
she added. 

I knew what she wanted, but I also knew how much better it would be if she 
wasn't allowed to build too fast. She was holding her breath waiting, hoping 
my hands would come around again and cup those luscious breasts. I was 
teasing, and she knew it, but it was still a kind of teasing that was 
thoroughly enjoyable to her. 

"Vince lover," she murmured, "you have my nerves doing yo-yos! The 
sensations going through me just from your hands on my flesh is more than 
other men gave me when they were giving me everything they had. If some 
other woman had told me any living man could stir up that much delicious 
feeling inside before he ever touched her vagina, I'd have sworn she was 
hallucinating. But now I know better!" 

I was feeling the heat and excitement coursing through every cell in my body 
as I answered, "It's no figment of your imagination, no acid-head illusion, 
no dream world, baby. This is for real and my own blood is like liquid 
fire!" 

I worked my way on downward, until her curving ass was soaped and lathered; 
then the backs of her legs to her knees. Then I started back up again. 

Mary made a funny little sound in her throat then she said, "You have such 
wonderful, dreamy hands, love." 

My hands seemed to move of their own volition, caressing the soft, sensitive 
skin on the inside of her thighs. I could feel the muscles throughout her 
lower body knot and swell, writhing with a charge of anticipation that 
seemed too great for them. She began trembling; I decided I'd better let up 
for a minute, give her a chance to get herself in control. 

I was feeling lightheaded myself. I found myself wondering if it could be 
possible to actually get her so hot it would be impossible to blast off? I 
know I was experiencing an exquisite, agonizing, delightful, awful kind of 
torture while all this caressing was going on. 

My cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. It kept bumping into her ass 
reaching out of its own accord. I ran my fingertips up her leg then, close 
to her asshole, her taint, and her smoking cunt, without really touching her 
there. I told her, "Time to turn around and get the front of you all 
sparkly!" 

"Lordy, Vince, I don't know if I can stand any more!" she gasped. "I'm so 
charged full of electricity that if you just get close to me with that 
beautiful connection of yours, I'll light us both up like a couple of 
Christmas trees!" 

I chuckled and asked, "Does that mean you've been enjoying yourself?" 

"You have to ask?" she whispered. 

I was pleased, to say the least. The excitement inside me was sent zooming 
by just knowing the sensations she was experiencing were so great. 

Without warning, I put my sudsy hand on her soft, mink-coated hot box. Her 
head jerked back on her shoulders and I heard a low, strangled moan. Her 
knees began to bend and I realized her hot box was pulsing wildly. I grabbed 
her to keep her from falling, keeping my other hand on the drooling lips of 
her cunt. 

She grabbed the hair on my head and wound her fingers deep into it with a 
grip of desperation. There was so much pressure inside her struggling to be 
released I began to wonder if her bod could stand it. 

"Vincy, my poor head, it's going round and round and I don't think I can 
hold on much longer!" she groaned. 

Her face was contorted as if in the grip of awful anguish. She seemed barely 
aware of her surroundings. The way she was acting, she might really pass 
out. 

I moved my suds-covered hand away from her pussy, which was still pulsating 
furiously, hoping that would let her cool off a little. I began spreading 
the bubbling lather higher. Then higher still. 

Even though the suds, the heat of her body burned against my palms. Her 
nipples were both standing at attention. The nipples thrust outward from her 
tits like two tiny, rigid cocks, each striving to attract the attention of 
my fingers. 

I had learned how anticipation can skyrocket the voltage of sensation and 
was doing everything I could to supercharge Mary. Her breath was coming in 
ragged gasps and pants. 

She gasped even more sharply when I put my hands back along the sides of her 
tits, just ahead of her armpits. She stared at me, making funny little 
noises in her throat, reminding me of a purring kitten. I brought my 
fingertips forward slowly along the swelling flesh of her tits. Mary 
shivered convulsively, the sounds growing louder in her throat. 

Suddenly she let go of me with one hand and grabbed at her cunt, frantically 
caressing herself. Her hips began humping movements. Her eyes closed, her 
head drawn back in a strained position. It looked uncomfortable as hell but 
she seemed oblivious to everything. 

I kept right on caressing her burning tits moving closer and closer to her 
nipples. Finally I closed my fingertips around them and drew them slowly 
outward. Mary acted as if I'd pulled two triggers at once, blasting her off 
in orgasm. When I saw she had started on a wild trip, I lifted her body 
against mine. She grabbed my body with her legs in a vise-like grip and 
began humping against me. 

I grabbed her around the hips and settled her downward, slipping my rigid 
cock into her pulsating tunnel of love. That move brought a thin wailing 
scream from her that almost startled the come juice out of me before I was 
ready. She was still humping against me wildly, seemingly too far out to 
know or care what I was doing. 

I grabbed a towel off the bar and put it around Mary so she wouldn't slip 
out of my arms. Her legs were locked around me so tightly I don't think she 
would have slipped even if I had lost my hold on her. I carried her to the 
bedroom; laid her on the bed. 

That delicious teetering on the fine edge of a plunge into orgasm had gone 
on about as long as I could stand it. My cock felt like she had drawn it up 
inside her 'til it was far larger than it'd ever been. I'd never before 
experienced such overwhelming sensation. Suddenly the teetering stopped, I 
felt something inside her grab my cock and milk so hard I couldn't hold back 
any longer. I drew back and then plunged into her cunt firing come juice 
with everything I had. For a short time then, everything was far away ... I 
was right on the edge of blacking out. I heard someone yell and realized 
later that it had been me. 

When there finally was room in my mind to register something other than 
overpowering sensation, I found Mary had raised herself over me on her hands 
and knees and was riding me like I'd never been ridden before. Suddenly she 
stiffened, and then something inside her turned on again. I could feel the 
heat of her cunt as it milked away at my throbbing cock. The way she had 
turned on again was fantastic! The sensation it sent through me was too much 
to try to describe. The only way to understand anything like that is to 
experience it yourself. It was almost painful, it was so damned good! 

When I came back from that trip enough to realize what was happening, I 
grabbed both her nipples and sucked them into my mouth. Mary screamed like a 
banshee. I clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound a little. She 
tapered off to an agonized groaning. After a while her pulsing cunt began to 
slow down. Her arms and legs began to tremble, then suddenly she collapsed 
on top of me like a blob of jelly. 

My own body felt like I didn't have a bone or muscle left. I struggled and 
finally managed to roll her dead weight off me, turning both of us so we 
came to rest again on our sides. In doing it, I was careful not to lose our 
coupling, not to let that delicious cunt slip away from me. I took my hand 
away from her mouth, murmuring, "You can get a little on the noisy side when 
you get carried away, can't you, sweetheart? I'll wager if anyone heard you 
they would think you were getting murdered instead of enjoying a good fuck." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Mary wrinkled her nose at me, then pecked me with a light kiss, saying, "If 
that's what getting murdered was like, every woman in the world would be 
lined up at your door, volunteering for a chance to get done in. I 
particularly like your choice of a weapon, and I must say you use it with 
true artistry." Then she threw her head back and laughed, exclaiming, "And 
to think, I really was worried about the possibility of a teaching career 
being dull and unexciting." 

Matching her spirit, I told her, "I'll bet that stuffy old school board 
wouldn't approve of you teaching a fancy fucking class, but as long as they 
don't know, it can't hurt 'em. Tell me, Miss Mary, ma'am, would you consider 
doing some private tutoring?" 

She kissed me, then murmured, "I thought you'd never ask. I think I can 
predict a terrific teacher-student relationship developing between us." 

"I'll work hard, ma'am," I answered. "I'll do my very best to advance the 
science of communication and the art of instruction." Then I added humbly, 
"If you're sure you think I'm qualified?" 

Mary smiled tenderly, "Oh, you definitely qualify, love. Never before have I 
been so fortunate as to have such a highly qualified student!" 

I chuckled, pleased that this first experience with me had been so 
satisfying for her. I made my cock jump inside her, causing her to gasp. I 
asked her, "When do you think we could take some field trips, Mary mine?" 

"Vince darling, I love the way your mind works! It's busy all the time." 

"Well," I said, "When you have a teacher who stimulates her pupil the way 
you do me, you can't help yourself. The ideas crowd in faster than I can 
handle them." 

She looked up at me with a mischievous grin playing around the corners of 
her sweet mouth. She said, "Any time you have a problem you can't work out, 
drop by my apartment after school; I'll be happy to help you with your 
homework." 

For a month I knocked at Mary's door ten minutes after school let out each 
day, just like I was programmed. She'd let me in, close the door quickly, 
then nestle her delightful, sweet-smelling bod so close to me I couldn't 
move. 

Around school, of course, we had to conceal our feeling for each other. We 
had to refrain from even the smallest expression or gesture that might stir 
suspicion. But that only seemed to make the whole situation even more 
exciting. 

I really had it made, because, of course, Mary was only one member of the 
luscious harem of passionate females I was keeping satisfied. Heidi arranged 
regular sessions with me each week all the rest of that winter, too. And the 
mother-daughter team of Sandras stood the strain of keeping things cooler 
between us for only about a month, then they too renewed their demands for 
my services. 

It was the following summer before I further expanded my investigation into 
the relative merits of different types of used ladies. Actually, my becoming 
involved with Madge was completely accidental. For years my parents have 
owned a modest summer place on a good trout stream in the mountains. 
Upstream everything is forest reserve except a former homestead tract owned 
by a church in our town and operated as a church camp. Madge was up there as 
a counselor, her husband being the pastor of the church. She slipped away 
one day in search of peace and quiet in some secluded place and wandered off 
the church property over onto our land. 

I was out fishing that day, at least pretending to. I was half asleep, 
sitting in the shade, fishing like I was after catfish or something like 
that out of warm water instead of fishing for trout. Suddenly I heard this 
sobbing voice praying, "Oh, dear Lord, help me! Why am I so frigid? Why do I 
hate so having my husband touch me?" 

I sat up straight, my interest really perking. But the voice lowered so I 
couldn't catch any more of it after that. I'd heard enough to hook my 
interest. Trying to hang loose like I'd been, relaxed and almost snoozing, 
was impossible. 

I reeled in my fishline and stashed my rod where it'd be safe until I got 
around to picking it up. Then I eased into the brush like an old bear on the 
scent of a bee-tree, starting to work my way toward that mournful voice. 
Obviously a female somebody needed help and I was just ready to do my duty. 

I made like a commando or Green Beret slipping in through the brush on an 
enemy position. I didn't want to startle the lady in distress, naturally. I 
came upon a little opening in the brush and trees just in time to see a real 
interesting female ass disappearing into the trees on the other side of that 
clear space. 

I realized what was ahead in the direction she was headed and got even more 
hopeful. I knew about the next open space she'd find in the forest was where 
a hot spring came out of the mountain, forming a nice warm pool that was 
about perfect in size and depth to be great for swimming, then overflowed to 
form a little stream that meandered down through the forest and joined our 
trout stream. 

Sure enough, she found the pool and started a debate with herself. "Wouldn't 
it feel wonderful just to relax and float in that warm water and let it melt 
away all my cares?" she murmured after testing the water temp with a finger. 
By then I'd gotten positioned in the nearby brush where I could get a good 
look at her. Her old-fashioned kind of clothing made her look sort of dowdy, 
but even those clothes couldn't hide her lines. Remembering her mournful 
plea for help with her problem of being a frigid wife, I realized what a 
tragedy I was being called upon to prevent. 

Anyhow, the next thing she said was, "But I couldn't ... I haven't any 
swimming clothing." When no one else spoke up to argue that point with her, 
she said, "When I was a little girl back home on the farm and no one else 
was anywhere around, I used to go skinny-dipping in daddy's big stock tank." 
She hugged her arms across her nice full tits and seemed to kind of shiver. 
Then she murmured, "But I'm not a little girl, anymore. I'm a grown woman. 
I'm supposed to be a responsible adult." 

She went quiet again, then declared abruptly, a lot of emphasis behind it, 
"I'm too responsible! Too inhibited! My dear husband means well, but it'd do 
me good to feel daring again like I used to feel sometimes. It'd even do me 
good to feel wicked ... and enjoy it, instead of feeling so guilty all the 
time about sanctimonious trivials. It'd do me good!" She stomped her foot. 

Suddenly she began pulling off her clothes, like she was hurrying to get out 
of them before she lost her nerve. When those clothes came off, man, what a 
body I found myself feasting my eyes upon. She probably was in her middle 
thirties, a later model than either of my other used ladies, and with a hell 
of a lot less mileage on her than either of them had at the same age. 

Back there in the brush I began getting out of my clothes too. My mouth was 
watering like I was getting ready to fill it with my favorite dessert. My 
cock was throbbing, starting to ache, it had gotten so hard. I was ready to 
bring her the answer to her prayers. 

She went diving into the pool, and the way she cut into the water it was 
obvious that despite the look of her clothing she'd done some swimming 
sometime. The instant the water closed over her head, while her bare ass was 
still in midair above the water, I sprinted for the edge of the pool. As her 
toes disappeared under the water's surface, I launched myself out over it in 
a dive. 

She probably heard the concussion of my body hitting the water even though 
she was under the surface. As I swooped toward the bottom, I looked through 
the crystal-like water and saw a pair of long, tapered legs standing in it 
not too far ahead. I figured she'd probably come up and was looking around 
to find what had caused the sound. Up where those lovely legs joined her 
lower body I saw a triangle of golden pussy curls. I homed in on that like a 
guided missile going for its target. 

My head shot in between those gorgeous, long legs. As her ass smacked 
against my shoulders, my feet touched the sandy bottom. I straightened, 
shooting her up out of the water astride my neck. 

A startled shriek blasted my eardrums as my head came out of the water. I 
ducked sideways, spilling her. Her shriek shot upward shrilly, then was 
chopped off as she went into the water and it closed over her. 

She surfaced less than an arm's reach from me. Talk about someone being the 
picture of outrage. But her ripe, luscious tits were thrust out invitingly 
toward me upon the water's surface and that's what took my full attention, 
not her outrage. 

Real low she snapped threateningly, "If you don't get out of this pool and 
away from here this very instant, I'm going to scream so loud there'll be 
thirty people-" 

I interrupted loudly, informing her, "You'll be awfully embarrassed, if you 
do. Who's going to believe I forced you to go swimming with me naked?" 

It was her turn to cut in before I could say more, obviously not intimidated 
in the least by anything I'd said so far as she declared, "I'll have you 
know, this property belongs to a church and I'm the pastor's wife and you 
have no way you can explain your presence in-" 

I cut in again, stopping her this time but good with the information, "This 
property and this pool does not belong to a church! It belongs to my family 
and has belonged to my family for more than fifteen years. You're the 
trespasser, lady, who has no possible way to explain why you're in our pool 
naked with me if you didn't want to be." 

Her mouth dropped open in amazement, but at the time I thought she was about 
to scream like she'd threatened. I warned, "You'd better be careful about 
letting anyone else know a thing about you being here in the nude and a 
trespasser on our property the way you are." 

Her hands flew up to her face as she clouded up suddenly, about to cry. She 
looked scared to death. I felt like a damned heel, just that quick. I 
soothed, "There isn't a thing to worry about, if you just don't panic. You 
prayed for help to cure you of being frigid, didn't you?" That seemed to 
startle her so she forgot all about going ahead with the cry she'd been 
getting primed. I rushed on while I was ahead. "The lord sent me as an 
answer to your prayer." 

The outrage came flashing back and she snapped, "That's sacrilege!" 

I shook my head and calmly countered, "No sacrilege at all, only the plain 
truth. How did you expect to get cured of being frigid?" 

That seemed to stump her. While she stared at me, her mouth open again, I 
reached out both hands and cupped each one around a luscious big ripe tit. I 
don't know for certain what the touch of my hands on her tits did to her but 
I know it sent tremors of wild excitement racing through my belly muscles. 
It seemed almost like the very first time I'd ever cupped a female tit in my 
hand, I felt that excited. 

A startled expression flashed over her lovely face. In a strangled voice she 
gasped, "How dare ... you!" 

"You like the way it feels, don't you?" I countered. 

She snapped, "I don't feel a thing!" 

I said, "Then you must be dead, or you would. But I think you're lying. I 
think you're feeling more great feelings than you've enjoyed in a long, long 
time." 

"You're wrong!" she gasped in a choking whisper. 

"They why're you having such a problem breathing?" I chided. "Is breathing 
always so difficult for you?" 

She shook her head, her mouth working but no sound coming from it. Finally 
she gasped, "At least I shouldn't be feeling anything!" 

"Who told you so?" I demanded. 

"My mother!" she gasped. Strangely enough, unless my hands were creating so 
much sensation in her she'd been paralyzed by it, she hadn't made a move to 
pull her tits away from my caressing hands. I glanced at the nipples. They 
said any talk about her not feeling a thing was a lie; they were taut with 
excitement. I glanced up as she added in that same strangled, breathless 
whisper, "When I first began to menstruate, she told me never to let a boy 
or man touch me or I'd get pregnant and bum in hell!" 

"Your mother must have been a very happy woman," I suggested. 

Her head moved the least bit, shaking slightly. She murmured, "She did her 
very best." 

"But there wasn't much joy and probably less love in her life, was there?" I 
guessed, making a shot in the dark. 

Again her head shook slightly and she admitted, "Her whole life was pretty 
bleak." 

"She'd have felt guilty if she ever had felt happy," I made another shot in 
the dark. 

That brought a startled look that turned thoughtful. Finally she admitted, 
"You may be right." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

She still made no move to remove my hands from her tits. 

"Your mother was frigid too," I declared as if I knew. 

Her look became one of wonder as she stared at me. "I don't know," she 
murmured. "That one time was the only time she ever mentioned anything to me 
about-" She broke off, as if unable to speak the word, "sex." 

Then her wide-eyed gaze began moving hesitantly down my front, over my 
chest. Her uncertain eyes hesitated where the water created a transparent 
curtain across my upper belly. But after a wavering instant they moved on 
downward. 

When her lowering eyes discovered my rigid cock standing smartly at 
attention before my lower belly, they widened and fluttered again, then 
fixed upon it with a fascinated intentness. After she stared at it for a 
long, silent moment, she looked up again, stared into my eyes, then asked 
breathlessly, "What're you going to do?" 

I said quietly, "Not a single thing you don't want me to. Not a thing you 
don't enjoy." 

She just stood there staring up at me, both her luscious tits still cupped 
in my hands. It was like she hadn't heard a thing I'd said. I tried again, 
declaring, "I'd like to help you learn to enjoy your body. Help you learn to 
feel. To feel glad you're alive. Would that be so terrible?" 

She glanced down at the water demurely as she murmured, "I expected my 
husband to help me learn to feel glad to be alive. Why should I have any 
hope that you could do it? You're only a boy and he's a man." 

I asked, "Is he a man who's glad to be alive? Or does he feel guilty about 
just enjoying himself?" 

She didn't answer immediately. Finally she said, "He is a very dedicated 
man." 

"But dedicated to what?" I demanded. "Misery?" 

She glanced up sharply at me, then frowned thoughtfully. Just then a 
mockingbird landed in a treetop nearby and began making the surrounding 
forest ring with his medley of songs plagiarized from other songbirds. When 
she said nothing but just stood there studying on what I'd said, I 
suggested, "Is that old mockingbird sinful for feeling so good, for enjoying 
life so much, he's bubbling over with song to let everyone know how happy he 
is? Wouldn't you like to feel as glad to be alive as he sounds?" 

She surprised me by instantly declaring, "Yes!" 

So I promised, "I'll help you learn how, if you really mean it." 

"Oh, I do mean it!" she declared instantly. 

"Then trust me," I directed. 

"I'm feeling more ... trust," she assured me, "every minute." And suiting 
action to words, she brought her arms up and put them around my neck, then 
invited, "Tell me what to do." 

"Good girl!" I exclaimed. "You're feeling better than you have in a long, 
long time already. Aren't you?" 

She smiled, abruptly, and it transformed her rather plain, makeup free face, 
making her beautiful. She nodded and a note of amazement was in her voice as 
she exclaimed, "I really do!" 

I moved my hands on her tits for the first time since I'd cupped them around 
those lovelies. Instantly a startled look was in her eyes. I soothed, "You 
like that, don't you?" I caressed both tits and began teasing both nipples 
lightly with thumbs and fingers as I continued, "You have a need to be 
touched. To be caressed like this. And you feel a need to touch and to 
caress in return." 

I moved my hands to her armpits. I brought my fingertips forward, lightly 
stroking the swelling sides of her delicious tits from their roots to their 
very tips. The startled expression in her eyes changed into a brightly 
burning light of excitement, of high, good feeling. I suggested, "You may be 
feeling surprised at yourself, but you're making a great discovery. You not 
only like having me caress you like this, you feel you'd enjoy caressing me. 
Right?" 

She nodded. Suddenly one of her hands reached out and timidly closed around 
my stiff cock. She blushed and glanced away. But her hand stayed on my cock. 
She began stroking its hardness. Still blushing, she glanced back into my 
eyes rather guiltily, murmuring, "I'm so inhibited. I enjoy doing what we're 
doing, but I feel so guilty." 

"Because you been taught, ever since you can remember, that you should feel 
guilty about just enjoying yourself, but especially about feeling any kind 
of sex enjoyment." 

"Why does it seem so pleasant to me to touch your-" She broke off, again 
glancing away. Then by an obvious exercise of will she brought her eyes back 
to mine, demanding, "Why does touching your ... organ ... seem so pleasant 
to me?" 

"Because, despite everything, you've been brainwashed to believe," I told 
her, "you're finally doing something you felt you'd like to do." 

"But I feel embarrassed because I find myself enjoying such a thing," she 
murmured. 

"You need to learn to let yourself go," I told her. "Learn to enjoy your 
body and your body's sensations. Learn to enjoy caressing a man's body and 
to enjoy having a man caress your body. It takes practice, but you'll 
learn." 

As I said that, I completed another stroke from her armpits to her nipples. 
I caught both nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers and gave them a 
gentle pull. That brought the first low gasp of pleasure she'd allowed 
herself. I did it again and she gasped breathlessly again. I smiled at her, 
still holding both her tits, and said, "My name's Vince Peters. What's 
yours?" 

She looked startled again for a moment. I suppose the idea of letting 
someone who didn't even know her name be this intimate with her was 
startling. She abruptly said, "Madge Davis." She glanced down at my cock and 
began caressing it with faster strokes. 

As I brought my fingertips forward along the swelling lusciousness of her 
tits again, I said, "You're a beautiful woman, Madge." I gave her excited 
nipples another gentle pull. 

She glanced up into my eyes as that brought another gasp of pleasure out of 
her. "Thank you, Vince," she murmured. "Even if you're lying ... thank you. 
A woman does have a need to hear such things, even if they're lies." 

"But you are beautiful," I assured her. "Doesn't your husband ever at least 
tell you that?" 

She shook her head, glancing down at the water again. 

I let her nipples snap back and returned my fingers to her armpits to begin 
another caressing forward stroke. Just then she surprised me by stepping in 
closer. As she did that, she gripped my cock firmly and brought the head of 
it into the feverish, juicy crack of her cunt. That brought a surprised gasp 
of pleasure out of me and she smiled. 

Madge started stroking the head of my cock up and down through that hot, 
slippery crack of hers. Then she discovered her own clitoris. She shivered 
and began using the head of my cock to caress it as she murmured, "You feel 
so incredibly good to me!" 

I told her, "The best is yet to come, sweetie." The waves of sensation she 
was creating in my cock had me having to fight to hang onto myself. I had to 
hold down a growing impulse to shove that tingling cock of mine into her 
lusciously juicy hot cunt to its roots. I knew giving in to such an impulse 
would never do. 

The wisdom of restraining such an impulse was underscored when she abruptly 
said, "I've just realized that I've been afraid of a man's organ ever since 
my mother told me what she did when I was a little girl. And the way my 
husband's always acted, like he felt ashamed of himself to be doing what he 
did to me with his organ-" 

I interrupted, directing, "Stop being mealy-mouthed. It is an organ, but so 
is a heart or a kidney. Like a heart or a kidney or any other physical 
organ, it has a name. So use its name and stop acting like its name is 
something dirty because it's a sex word. Call it what it is; a cock. Or at 
least call it a penis, if you'd rather be formal. But call it what it is, 
not just a nameless organ. That'll help you shake off your inhibitions." 

She was still stirring my cock around steadily in the slippery lips of her 
cunt, caressing her clitoris with it as she listened, then murmured, "I 
guess I really am terribly inhibited." 

I said, "You're making progress. Just keep fighting it. I'm here to help 
you." 

"Oh, you have helped!" she exclaimed. "More than I'd ever dreamed might be 
possible. Right now you probably won't believe what I'm just aching to do." 

"So try me," I suggested. 

She smiled demurely and glanced away, blushing. Then she looked back with 
sudden resolution, declaring, "I'm just aching to feel your beautiful 
hardness ... deep inside me. I've never felt so ... excited ... in my whole 
life before. If this is what it means not to be frigid, I like it. You've 
been so patient and gentle, but so natural about everything. I think that's 
a lot of what's seemed so exciting about you. That's why you made sex so 
exciting to me, instead of frightening." 

I smiled and told her, "Sex is natural and good and it's supposed to be so 
exciting it'll make us full of joy to be alive. Full of thankfulness for 
life." 

She looked absolutely radiant as she eagerly exclaimed, "Oh, I know exactly 
what you mean. For the first time I can ever remember, I do feel really 
filled with thankfulness for life, with real joy that I'm alive! It's like 
I've been in a state of living death, like a zombie or something, until 
right now. And now I'm ... hot!" 

She started making little thrusting movements with her hips, pushing her 
sizzling cunt against the hardness of my cock, then pausing to stroke her 
clitoris with it some more. Suddenly she said, "I probably should stop this, 
though. I'm still a married woman. If I did what I'm feeling like I'd like 
to, I suppose I'd be betraying my husband's-" 

I cut in soothingly, asking, "Haven't you ever heard of oral sex? You can 
have sexual release and pleasure without letting another man enter your 
treasure house." 

She looked surprised, demanding, "Isn't oral sex perverted?" 

I said quietly, "Only people who've never tried it, or who've never tried it 
enough to really learn anything about it, think it's perverted. If something 
all animals do is natural, oral sex is natural. You should investigate and 
find your own answer. Find truth for yourself." 

Madge looked thoughtful, murmuring, "Find truth for myself." Suddenly she 
nodded, exclaiming, "I like that!" 

I swept her up in my arms and waded ashore. A rippling laugh came out of her 
as she hugged her nakedness to me, her eyes burning with excitement. I found 
the nipple of one of her luscious tits thrust up right before my mouth and 
sucked it in greedily. A little breathless yelp of pleasure came gusting 
from her; her arms suddenly tightened around my neck, pulling my mouth 
against her tit harder. 

I waded out of the pool and across an open, grassy area and on into a 
sheltered cove screened by underbrush. There I laid her down upon the grassy 
carpet, without releasing her tit from my mouth. As I settled myself beside 
her, I began teasing her other nipple with one hand. The moan that brought 
out of her let me know I was making the right moves. 

I went on teasing her tits for a few minutes more, then began kissing my way 
downward across her upper belly. At her navel I paused, circling it with the 
tip of my tongue, then thrusting into it. She gasped in pleasure, liking 
that too. 

Below her navel I kissed and licked a zigzag course across her taut lower 
belly. Her breath was running in and out of her in noisy, ragged gasps 
before I brushed my cheek against the upper fringe of her golden nest of 
cunt hair. 

She moaned in protest, obviously having hoped I'd go straight on down to her 
hungrily awaiting cunt, when I raised from her and moved around between her 
legs. She opened her soft thighs to me instantly. I pushed her feet up 
against her ass, raising her knees high. My cock was aching, it was so 
ready, but I again put down the temptation to hurry things. I'd already 
become thoroughly convinced that you always pay a high price for getting in 
a hurry with any part of sex. No man ever learns how really delicious and 
great a fuck can be unless he forces himself to wait until his partner is so 
nearly out of her mind with passion that she'll almost plead with him to 
slip the caressing hardness of his cock to her. Not only is the quality of 
sensation the man gets under such conditions always indescribably better, 
but his prospects for frequent return engagements are immeasurably higher. 

So I hung onto my impulse, checking it, and bent my head to kiss her 
upraised left knee. From there I kissed my way leisurely downward over her 
velvety inner thigh, alternating my kisses with long, caressing licks of my 
tongue. Licking and kissing my way hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, 
velvet of her inner thigh, I worked my way steadily nearer that nest of 
dewy, golden down covering her cunt. 

I could have stretched it out much longer, as I'd done many times before, 
taking time to cover both thighs, both groins, and perhaps even to lick into 
the crack of her ass to her asshole. But this time I felt that might be a 
mistake. The right timing for each woman is different. This time when my 
cheek brushed against her golden cunt curls and I felt the feverish heat 
radiating from her open cunt against my skin, I had the feeling I should get 
on with it. 

I lowered my mouth upon the feverish lips of her sizzling cunt. An 
anguished, gasping moan came out of her. Strangely enough that sound from 
her triggered a fantastic flash of electric-like excitement that shot 
through me. My cock jerked with involuntary muscle spasms, almost as if it 
was about to explode. 

I paused an instant, getting my threatening surge of sensation under 
control, then sent my tongue thrusting in through her cunt's lips to the 
portal of her fiery tunnel of love. Her whole lower belly swelled with the 
flood of sensation that the thrust of my tongue created. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

I sent my tongue thrusting back into Madge's cunt as deep as I could make it 
go. Another anguished cry of pleasure ripped its way out of her. Her hands 
caught my hair, clutching it almost desperately, pulling my face so tightly 
to her burning pussy I felt she might smother me. 

I gasped for breath as best I could, but went right on sucking and licking 
away at her cunt. My nose found her clitoris and a sharp, sighing gasp 
gushed out of her as they came together caressingly. Her hands flew up to 
clutch at her own hair. 

While my head was free, I shifted my mouth up to her clitoris. As my lips 
closed over it and I began sucking and licking that sensation-gorged little 
shaft, she uttered a scream that sounded muffled as if she'd tried to hold 
it back. The sound made my cock burn with throbbing anticipation. 

Her feverish thighs closed against the sides of my head. Her feet jumped 
upward off the ground. She obviously was about to lock them around my head. 
I jerked my head back before she could capture me. In a strangled gasp of 
horror, she protested, "Please! Please don't stop!" 

Acting like I hadn't heard, I stretched myself upon the grass beside her. I 
was as short of breath as if I'd just gone a hard round of boxing. But I 
wasn't going to get any time to catch my breath. 

In a flash, Madge was astraddle of me, acting frantic. She thrust her 
luscious tits down at my mouth as her hand gripped my cock and guided it to 
her cunt. I caught her tits in my hands and sucked in her excited nipples 
just as she thrust downward with her ass. I felt the deliciousness of my 
cock plunging into the hot depths of her cunt. She felt something great too 
because a gasping cry came out of her and her ass started wriggling like a 
trout fighting on a hook. 

I began gobbling at her tits, sucking and licking almost frantically at her 
rigid nipples. I had the satisfaction of bringing a shuddering moan from 
her. Then her ass began bobbing up and down over me, stroking my caressing 
cock in and out of her cunt cautiously. 

She seemed to soon decide this coupling with me held no booby traps, no 
unexpected pain to mar her pleasure, therefore no need for excessive 
caution. Her ass began bobbing faster. The entire length of her tunnel of 
love was being flooded with hot, slippery love juice. A long, strangled, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came moaning out of her. 

Suddenly, after driving my cock as deep into her cunt as she could send it, 
she stopped all movement for a moment. I tensed the muscles that made the 
head of my cock jump deep within her; that brought a surprised gasp of 
pleasure out of her. She murmured, sounding amazed, "You feel so 
indescribably good to me so many different ways, I can't believe it! And 
I've been missing all this!" 

Her ass began bobbing slowly again, beginning a series of long outward 
strokes followed by abrupt, hard inward thrusts, plunging my cock back into 
the depths of her famished cunt. A low, tense moan came rising and falling 
out of her almost continuously. 

I was gobbling away at her tits, licking and sucking at her delicious 
nipples while raising my ass off the grass in abrupt upward thrusts to meet 
her hard downward plunges. Waves of sensation were building within me. Her 
cunt really felt great. She'd given it so little use that it hadn't even 
been broken in well. Fucking her was very near to fucking a complete virgin. 
And if, as she claimed, she'd never experienced any good sensation from what 
little previous fucking she'd experienced, she sure seemed to be making up 
for lost time here with me. Her obvious excitement reacted on me in a way 
that was fantastically erotic. 

Her ass began bobbing faster and still faster, her thrusts growing steadily 
harder as her storm of passion grew in intensity. I found myself being swept 
along with her by a delightful flood of sensation mounting steadily within 
me. Finally the intensity of it was actually close to that borderline beyond 
which was the realm of pain. 

I began trying to put on the brakes. I couldn't let myself go blasting off 
with her the very first orgasm she had, like some rank amateurish greenhorn 
to the techniques of successful fucking. But it was harder to do than it had 
ever seemed before. I could feel the fantastic heat of her growing lust, 
could almost see it as it flamed higher and higher within her. The sound of 
her strangled gasping filled my ears with an erotic pleasure which she added 
to with her whimpering exclamations: "Dear God ... I'd never dreamed sex 
could feel so great!" Or, "So long ... so very, very long I've waited to 
find this!" Or, "Lordy, how delicious it is! I can't believe it!" 

I began pulling her nipples, stretching them with my lips as I sucked and 
licked away at her tits. A wavering cry of ecstasy began coming out of her 
continuously. Her thrusts started coming so hard and fast our naked bellies 
slapped together like applauding hands each time she drove my cock into the 
depths of her hungry cunt. 

Within me I felt the delicious tension climbing near the danger point. I 
tried to turn my thoughts away from that seething riptide of sensation, 
trying to control it. I had a real struggle. 

Suddenly I felt a kind of electric flash shoot through Madge's cunt from the 
outer lips to its innermost depths as it gripped my caressing cock. Then 
every muscle throughout her cunt and whole lower body was pulsing, starting 
to milk away relentlessly at the hardness of my penetrating cock. A long, 
rising, anguished wail came out of Madge as she blasted off on her very 
first trip into orgasmic orbit. 

Just knowing this was her first such trip and that I'd blasted her off on it 
was intensely erotic to me. Almost before I realized what was happening, an 
overwhelming whirlpool of sensation sucked me into its fiery, blazing depths 
and all awareness of anything else faded from me. My cock exploded, then 
began relentlessly pumping, geysering jet after jet of my fiery come juice, 
spraying all the sensitive inner surfaces of Madge's pulsating cunt. 

It seemed to blast her into a second and even more intense orgasm, to send 
her roaring even farther out to an even more distant orbit, right in the 
midst of her first trip. Distantly I heard a scream that sounded like 
someone being killed. But I paid no attention, felt no concern. My ears and 
all of my mind that was still working, were too filled with sounds of the 
strangled gasps and groans and anguished moans coming out of me as torrents 
of delicious sensation swept me toward the blackness of oblivion. I had to 
struggle to hand onto the tag ends of my overwhelmed senses. 

Finally the storm of ecstasy tapered off slowly and at last passed. I found 
Madge still struggling over me feebly. Suddenly she collapsed and lay there 
on my chest and belly, gasping like she'd never be able to get enough breath 
into her lungs again. 

When our gasps had quieted a little, because I'd been doing my share of 
struggling to catch my breath, I panted, "How'd you like that, sweetie?" 

Madge moaned, "I've been laying here thinking of all the years of nothing 
... all the goodness I've missed, wondering if I can ever catch up." 

I chuckled, "I'll do my very best to help you. You, lady, are a truly 
sensational fuck. You've been wasting a terrific talent." 

"You make me sound awful!" she protested. 

"Is telling someone they have a terrific natural talent for an art making 
them sound awful?" I countered. "I don't think so. And making physical love, 
fucking, is a real art, you know. An art most humans have to cultivate and 
study and practice. But you have a natural gift." 

"You're the one who has a gift and a talent!" she exclaimed. 

"Thank you," I said, and tensed my belly muscles. I'd come like there was no 
tomorrow, yet my cock was still stiff enough to jerk deep within her. The 
gasp that brought out of her sounded startled. 

"It's impossible!" she exclaimed breathlessly. 

"What's impossible?" I asked. 

"It still feels like I could enjoy more," she murmured wonderingly. 

"Of course you can," I chuckled. "We've only started." I made the head of my 
cock jump again deep within her cunt and again brought a sharp little gasp 
of pleasure out of her. 

"Do you really think I can stand any more right now?" she whispered. "After 
all, this is a completely new experience for me. I've never had such 
exercise. I'm not in condition for it. It really seems pretty strenuous." 

I chuckled and told her, "I've never heard of even a virgin developing a 
charley-horse-of-the-cunt from too arduous use the first time. I don't think 
there's a thing to worry about." 

I made my cock jump within her again and enjoyed hearing another soft gasp 
come out of her. Then I added, "In fact, what you need more than anything 
else is to make that very same trip to many times that you'll learn it so 
well you can never forget it. Know what I mean?" 

She nodded and murmured, "Never suffer a relapse into frigidity." 

"Exactly!" I exclaimed. 

"But isn't the patient, gentle, loving, warmhearted way you built the fire 
of passion within me terribly important?" she asked softly. 

"Of course it is," I agreed. 

"Without that I'd probably never have been able to respond the way I did." 

"Of course not," I declared. "No one is crazy enough to expect to get sweet 
music or inspirational music or even music of any kind out of a piano if 
they use a sledgehammer on it. They'd simply destroy the piano's capacity to 
respond, and that's what many ignorant men do to women sexually when they 
lack learning." 

"So how can I possibly do anything about that?" she murmured. "My husband 
means well, I know, but I know now he's afraid of sex. Particularly afraid 
of enjoying sex too much." 

"Teach him to enjoy it and to be thankful he has the capacity to enjoy it," 
I told her. 

"You don't know my husband!" she exclaimed. 

"You're smart enough you can wind him around your finger, if you make your 
mind up to do it," I told her. "Force him to learn. Or divorce him." 

She looked startled and started to make a protest of some kind, but I 
gathered her luscious tits between my hands again and sucked her nipples in. 
The gasp that brought from her cut off whatever words she'd been about to 
utter. Her ass began wriggling over me, grinding her lower belly against 
mine, moving her cunt steadily on my cock. 

After a moment, she murmured breathlessly, "So much delicious feeling ... a 
constantly replenishing feast of feeling. It seems impossible I could have 
been so completely unaware of its existence before I met you. Could this 
position make some of the difference?" 

"I've been told by women of enough experience they should speak as experts, 
that this woman-over-man position is the best of all possible positions for 
a woman," I told her. "That it gives her emotional freedom as well as 
complete physical freedom which seems to intensify her capacity to 
experience sensation and enjoy it to the maximum. Also, the pull of gravity 
draws her inner organs downward into position for maximum contact with the 
male cock caressing them, and therefore maximum sensation is produced by 
those contacts." 

She said, "I doubt if my husband ever heard of such a position." 

"It really doesn't require a lot of imagination," I pointed out, adding, 
"but what it does require that's often in very short supply is a very secure 
male ego. A man who has any secret doubts about his manhood fights the idea 
of allowing a woman to appear to be dominating him. He feels like the one in 
the so-called supreme position during sex has subdued the partner. He's too 
unsure of himself to willingly make a gift of that position to his sex 
partner. His ego is more important to him than the degree of pleasure his 
partner enjoys from a fuck with him. So many men always hog that place for 
themselves and act like it's never crossed their mind to at least 
occasionally give it to their wife or whoever." 

"That sounds terribly selfish and self-centered," she murmured, still 
wriggling her cunt delightedly upon the hardness of my now fully recovered 
cock. "My husband preaches brotherhood and sharing our blessings with those 
less fortunate and all the other things that flow to us and through us to 
other out of God's love. I'd rather think he was just ignorant than believe 
he could knowingly be that selfish." 

I said wryly, "Don't most humans seem inclined to preach one way and act 
another? Besides, who said it has to be conscious, knowing selfishness? 
Unconscious drives dictate most of our behavior, especially sexual behavior. 
Most men whose ego drives them to try to subdue a woman when they fuck her, 
instead of doing their damnedest to give the woman the greatest satisfaction 
possible ... most such men aren't consciously aware of why they're that 
selfish. Many of them maintain a front that makes other people and 
themselves think of them as Mr. Self-Confidence himself. But down deep in 
their guts behind that front they're jellyfish. They try to prove they're 
not by doing everything possible is to always ride a woman when they fuck 
her, lording it over her like a bully lording it over an opponent half his 
size." 

I may have been just talking to myself I suddenly realized; Madge had let 
her head roll back upon her shoulders and her eyes were closed and her 
breath was coming in panting gasps as she excitedly wriggled her cunt around 
my penetrating cock. I sucked her nipples back into my mouth and that 
brought a wavering little groan out of her. 

She began stroking my cock in and out of her cunt, the tempo of her 
movements steadily increasing. Suddenly she gasped as if alarmed or amazed, 
"Oh, it's going to happen again!" 

I gobbled at her excited tits harder, bringing a long, trembling, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" from her. That was followed by a tense little 
scream, "It's going to happen again!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Madge was panting loudly as she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt with 
almost furious intensity. My cock felt the texture of the lining of her cunt 
changing, signaling the approaching explosion within her that her strangled 
words had announced. She was very near her second orgasm. I hoped I could 
make it more intense than her first and that I could keep her going, could 
introduce her to continuous orgasms. 

Suddenly she was rubbing her belly tightly against mine, giving her clitoris 
added stimulation, sliding back and forth on my cock in short, gentle 
movements. Deep inside her the head of my cock was making short, gentle 
movements too, caressing, stimulating her mysterious inner parts. The 
sensations being created in her were obviously mountainous. Her panting 
gasps began sounding more like sobs. I felt fresh flows of her hot love 
honey bathing the entire length of my tingling cock. 

Abruptly Madge pulled her belly away from mine, drawing my cock outward 
until I felt the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of my cock 
force the inner lips of her cunt to open more widely as it started out. She 
drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt with a furious thrust that 
brought our bellies slapping together. It sent waves of sensation roaring 
through me that were terrific! 

Madge began swinging her ass back and forth over me, making my cock stroke 
in and out of her cunt's hotly clinging grip faster and harder. Our bellies 
began making an audible slap every time she slammed them together. That 
sound, mingled with the goodness of the sound of my cock as she kept it 
pistoning in and out of her cunt seemed to heighten the deliciousness of the 
growing sensations I was enjoying. This preacher's wife might have been 
short on experience, considering her years, but she and I were discovering 
that she had a natural talent for great fucking. 

Time and time and time again she drew her ass back so far my cock would have 
dropped free of her sizzling cunt if she'd gone a fraction farther. Each 
time she reversed direction at the last instant, sending the hardness of my 
cock plunging back into the depths of her cunt with a rising fury. The grip 
of her cunt on my cock felt fantastic! 

My mouth was crammed full of her tits, of course, as I continued gobbling at 
them ravenously. Otherwise the yells that kept trying to get out of me would 
have made it and probably would have been heard clear up at her husband's 
church camp. Just trying to hold them back a little seemed to intensify my 
sensations. Indescribable! 

Over me, Madge was panting and moaning and whimpering as she hammered my 
cock in and out of her ravenous cunt furiously. I began bowing my back up 
off the grass, shoving my ass upward in a frantic attempt to ram my cock 
deeper into her delicious cunt than it had ever reached before. Even though 
I'd just come not long before, I suddenly realized I was going to have to 
begin holding back or I'd be joining her again in the exquisite explosion 
she was struggling toward. But that would blow my plans for introducing her 
to multiple orgasm. 

What a temptation it was right then to just forget those plans. The 
intensifying promise of another eruption started creating delicious pain 
throughout my cock and started spreading into my whole lower belly. It was 
hard not to go right on letting myself respond to the excitement of Madge's 
frenzied struggle on my cock. It was so delightfully obvious how completely 
she was caught up in the exquisite storm of sensation my pistoning cock was 
steadily building to an ever wilder pitch in her cunt. 

Madge was riding me now like she was determined to drive my ass through the 
carpet of grass and straight into the ground. Without letting up on her 
tits, I glanced down along our bellies and found the cunt hair on both our 
lower bellies looking like it had been lathered with shaving cream. My 
furiously active cock had made whipped cream of her cunt juices! 

Suddenly I felt an electric-like flash zap through her cunt. She screamed. 
Screamed so loud I'd have given odds it carried to ears up at that church 
camp she came from. That idea didn't exactly thrill me. But it did help pull 
my attention away from the riptides of sensation that were trying to 
overwhelm my senses and sweep me away with Madge into orgasmic orbit. 

I felt her cunt muscles gripping my cock shudder and then begin to pump 
furiously, milking relentlessly, almost frantically, at the hardness of my 
cock as she kept hammering it in and out of her, screaming with each new 
thrust. Every time the head of my cock hit the roof of her cunt, I made it 
give a jerk to intensify the sensations it was giving her. The way she kept 
on screaming and riding me while her cunt muscles pumped away, gripping 
furiously at my cock, I figured I'd succeeded. Her second orgasm seemed to 
last twice as long as the first one had, as if the first had been only a 
warm-up. 

It finally started to slowly taper off, however. But not before Madge's 
strangled scream had begun sounding hoarse. I realized that an orgasm that 
apparently had been so intense and beyond all possible doubt had lasted so 
long very likely had wiped out any possibility of introducing her to 
multiple orgasm this time. So I eased off on teasing her tits. 

Her cunt kept milking away at my stiff cock as if determined to draw the 
starch out of it before quitting. It felt great, but I'd gotten on top of 
the whirlwind of sensation that would have erupted in another massive 
ejaculation, so her cunt didn't stand a ghost of a chance to succeed. 

Madge's legs and arms began to tremble, so I was expecting it when she 
uttered one last anguished moan and collapsed on top of me. She lay there 
making noises like a wind-broken horse as she struggled for breath. 

But her breathing began to ease a little after a while. So I rolled her off. 
When she was stretched on her side, I pulled away from her. My stiff cock 
came sliding out of her saturated cunt with a wet slurping sound. Her whole 
cunt was so slippery with her love juices that I knew it would be impossible 
to find enough friction in that cunt to make me come if I mounted her belly 
to belly. 

"Are you back from your space shot?" I asked quietly. 

She just lay there on her side as limp as a wet rag, only her head moving in 
a slight nod. 

"Would you mind if I show you a position that gives a man a special good 
sensation?" I suggested. 

That time her head gave a brief shake. So I moved around behind her, 
stretched out there, my front to her back, and eased my cock into her cunt 
from the rear. That rubbed the sensitive underside of its head over a kind 
of washboard surface in the gristle and tissue covering the inside of the 
pelvic bone just inside her cunt. It creates a unique sensation I've never 
gotten going into a woman's cunt from any other angle or position. 

As the head of my cock slid into her across that strangely corrugated 
surface, sensation flooded through it and overflowed throughout my whole 
lower belly. I gave her about half a dozen fast strokes, then my cock 
exploded like a Roman candle. The sensation was so overwhelming I nearly 
passed out. I yelled, probably sounding like I was being killed, but was 
aware of it only in a vague, detached kind of way. The holding back and 
waiting while I made certain Madge got her sexual appetite thoroughly fucked 
out paid off now in riptides of sensation that very nearly blew my mind. 

When it was all over, I discovered I'd been clutching her hips so fiercely 
with both hands that I'd left prints of all my fingers etched in her naked 
flesh. Considering how uneducated Madge's cunt was before she got tangled up 
with me that day in the woods, that seemed like the greatest piece of ass 
I'd ever enjoyed. Of course, experience has proven to me many times that 
there just isn't such a thing as a poor piece of ass when a man has done his 
part right and gotten the woman thoroughly sensitized and excited. Once 
you've done that, every woman delivers a great piece of ass. The only 
difference between one great piece of ass and another great piece of ass is 
that some great pieces of ass are exceptionally great. In other words, a few 
great pieces of ass turn out to be even better than most other great pieces 
of ass. And that second piece of ass I enjoyed with Madge was just one of 
those exceptionally great ones. 

For a month after that I met her there at the secluded pool on our summer 
place at least once every day or night. Before the month ended, she reported 
that she'd started succeeding in teaching her preacher husband how to unbend 
a little and make sex an experience of mutual pleasure. 

Then, one weekend when my folks came up to join me at the summer place, Dad 
broke it to me that he wasn't going to spring for my college expenses that 
fall unless I hustled myself a job that summer and saved some money to pay 
part of my own expenses. I liked the idea of finding some kind of job in the 
country, like on a farm. Dad told me in no uncertain terms that I stood a 
snowball's chance in hell of getting any such job because I was so totally 
lacking in any kind of experience whatever that would be of any value on a 
farm. 

Bright and early Monday morning, I was driving the back roads through the 
farm country, hitting every farm I passed. I guess a city person stands out 
like a sore thumb in the country exactly like a country hick does in the 
city, because some of those farmers started telling me they didn't need any 
help before I even got started asking. By midmorning I was about ready to go 
home and admit to Dad how right he was. I hated the thought of having to do 
it, but I hated even more the contempt I'd been seeing in those farmers' 
eyes. Especially after one of them, more talkative than most, told me in no 
uncertain terms, "Your father, or someone, would have to offer to pay me, 
before I'd consider having a greenhorn like you underfoot and having to 
invest all the time it'd take teaching you enough so you'd be worth just 
your board and room." 

I was about ready to give it up when I came to a lane leading back to a 
layout of big, impressive-looking buildings, including a handsome, big 
two-story house. Every building looked freshly painted and in mint 
condition. All the fences were tightly stretched wire or freshly painted 
wood. The only thing that didn't look freshly painted was a sign tacked to a 
big shade tree at the mouth of the lane. It said: "Man Wanted." It wasn't 
weathered too bad, but it obviously had been there a while. 

I almost dropped my stick into gear and dug on out of there. I could just 
see the ramrod-straight back and hard-jawed old bastard who kept that place 
looking as shipshape as some kind of military base. Probably some hard-nosed 
old German. He probably didn't want a man at all; what he wanted was a 
two-legged work horse. And as long as the sign had stayed up, it seemed 
obvious that even experienced farmhands had been unable to please him. 

Then the thought flashed through that if I was going to give this hunt up 
anyhow, the more impossible my last job prospect proved to be, the easier my 
decision to give up on it would be to live with. I'm not certain now that I 
had it all clearly thought out that way at the time, but I've realized since 
that was the gist of my thinking. 

I wheeled into the lane and a couple of minutes later parked where it was 
obvious most visitors parked in an area between the back porch of the house 
and the big cow barn. I wasn't out of my car yet when the door of that back 
porch opened and an older woman walked out, looking like a million dollars 
in a stylish sunsuit you'd expect a young city chick to wear. Her whole body 
looked trim and youthful; only her silvery hair and her tanned face showed 
any sign of age. At that, I figured her for late thirties or perhaps at the 
very most early forties. 

On the spur of the moment, I decided if I was going to get shot down, I'd 
just as well do it wild, so I called, "Hi, there, beautiful! 

Where's-" 

She cut me off, calling with a merry smile, "Hi yourself, handsome!" 

I liked her instantly. It was just something about her, something she sort 
of radiated. As I walked to meet her, I called, "Would you be a doll and 
point me in the direction of the 'Man Wanted' department? Maybe even put in 
a good word for me?" 

"What'll you give me if I use my influence for you?" she asked, smiling up 
at me as we stopped a couple of paces apart. 

"You name it," I invited instantly. "If I can deliver ... it's yours." 

She raised an eyebrow quizzically, then murmured, "Anything?" 

I nodded, then declared, "I'm desperate for a job in the country for the 
rest of the summer ... and you're the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes 
on anywhere in the open spaces I've seen ... so, anything ... That is-" 

She interrupted, "Don't ruin your pretty speech by turning right around and 
starting to back down." 

"Anything I can deliver," I said with a grin. "If that's backing down, 
that's as far as I back." 

"Fair enough!" she exclaimed approvingly. "What's your name?" 

"Vince Peters." 

"I'm glad to know you, Vince," she told me. "I'm Lucy Taft." 

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Taft," I said quietly, putting 
genuine feeling into it. 

She seemed to like the way I made it sound. She studied me for a moment, 
then asked, "Why's a job in the country so important to you?" 

"Because my father said I couldn't get one," I said with a rueful chuckle. 
"And he also said if I didn't get a job and save some money during the rest 
of this summer, he'd decided he wasn't going to pop for my college expenses 
this fall." 

"You look like you'd ought to be going to college on a football scholarship, 
or something like that," Mrs. Taft suggested, eyeing me with a speculative 
smile. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Half an hour later, after iced tea in the big country kitchen where Mrs. 
Taft took me for more conversation, I found myself up in her big bedroom 
about to make like she was a hero-worshiping coed and I was a big football 
hero. Like I've said earlier, something about her hit me straight off. But 
winding up in her bedroom so quickly surprised even me a little. It happened 
so fast I still don't remember exactly each move. But what headed us for her 
bedroom was her asking me, "How long do you think a healthy, hot-blooded 
woman ought to worry about what the prudes call being 'true' to an impotent 
husband?" 

And I said, "Just as long as it takes her to locate a healthy, hot-blooded 
man she really digs who isn't impotent." 

"Regardless of his age?" she asked. 

"Regardless of his age!" I exclaimed. "Regardless of anything except that 
she really digs him and he digs her. When two people who feel like that 
about each other get together, nothing else really matters." 

That seemed to be the right answer because she grabbed my hand and we headed 
upstairs. On our way up, she told me, "Every normal woman, even a 
grandmother, feels sharper mentally, stays younger physically, if she 
maintains an active sex life to keep her body juices hot and flowing freely. 
In college, where I met my husband, I took a course in which we studied 
about South Sea islanders. For centuries those people have given older 
women, often widows, the responsibility and pleasure of initiating the boys 
into the skills of manhood related to fucking. So before any boy became a 
young man and got married, he'd had extensive on-the-job-training and knew 
exactly how to please a girl sexually. Even when I was only a coed, that 
made a lot more sense to my way of thinking than our system of letting the 
blind lead the blind." 

We were hardly inside her bedroom doorway before she was shucking off that 
stylish sunsuit of hers. And without a stitch on, her body looked just as 
great as it seemed to look in that sunsuit; she owned all its curves. She 
had two tits that were twin masterpieces. My tongue got so hard I nearly 
choked on it, just from looking at those boobs of hers. 

Like she'd read my mind, as I stepped out of the last stitch, she came 
toward me with her hands cupped under those gorgeous tits, thrusting them 
out toward me as she asked, "Do you enjoy sucking sugar titties, Vince?" 

"I can show you better than trying to tell you," I chuckled breathlessly, 
already steamed up as hell just from the view she presented combined with 
the surprise of this unexpected development. 

She seemed to like my answer. She asked, stopping before me, "Do you 
realize, Vince Peters, that a man who knows how to do a good job sucking a 
woman's tits for her can give her better sexual thrills, even if his cock's 
no bigger than yours, than a man who's hung like a stud horse who thinks his 
monster cock is all he needs to make sex great for any woman?" 

I grinned wryly as I told her, "That's been my experience to a T. Guys with 
a cock my size try harder and that's why more of them learn to combine 
expert tit teasing with their fucking." 

I ducked my head as I said it and the instant the words were out I had both 
her luscious tits in my hungry mouth. A low moan of pleasure came out of her 
and her hands left her tits to my care and jumped upward to my head. They 
caught in my hair, her fingers twining in it affectionately. 

After I'd sucked and licked her excited nipples good for a couple of 
minutes, she abruptly murmured, "We'd be a lot more comfortable over there 
on my bed, lover. You've already convinced me you've got more to you than 
just big talk, like most men, regardless of age." 

So we moved to the bed. I stretched out on my back and it was obvious that 
pleased her, too. Faster than I can tell it, she was over me on her hands 
and knees. I gathered those big, ripe tits of hers between my hands and 
sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth. As I started tonguing 
them, a long, gusty, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her. 

A moment later, she whispered breathlessly, "What an educated mouth you've 
got for your age. You aren't going to have a thing really important to learn 
in college. You know that? But going is still a great idea. I don't mean it 
isn't. I only mean ... you're really too much!" 

With encouragement like that, I started gobbling away at her tits like there 
was no tomorrow. In no time I had low groans and moans coming out of her 
almost continuously. She lowered her ass, bringing her cunt down against my 
stiff cock, and began rubbing my hardness up and down along the outside of 
her feverish crack. 

She kept that up for a couple of minutes or more, her moans and groans 
growing a little louder all the time. Suddenly she thrust a hand down 
between our bellies to grip my cock gently. She guided the head of it to her 
clitoris and used it to caress that rigid little shaft of hers for maybe two 
more minutes. 

Finally, she guided the head of my cock into the hot, slippery outer lips of 
her cunt. Those luscious, fiery lips closed around the head of my cock like 
a hotly moist, deliciously soft glove tailored to fit my cock perfectly. She 
gave a little push at me with her ass and my cock went gliding into the 
sizzling mysteries of her inner depths. 

Our lower bellies came together, my cock into her to the balls, and she 
ground her belly against mine for a moment while I went right on gobbling 
away at her tits. But I was watching her. She acted as if my cock was 
feeling so great to her she could hardly stand it. 

That inspired me to work on her tits all the more expertly, my tongue 
swirling around and between her nipples while I alternated between sucking 
them and pulling them with my lips. I meant to do my damnedest to make this 
the greatest fuck she'd ever enjoyed. 

After she wriggled her cunt on my cock for two or three minutes, she gasped 
breathlessly, "You sure weren't just making big talk about already knowing 
how to make the most of a woman's tits, Vince Peters." 

Then she closed her eyes and let her head tip back upon her shoulders as she 
began bobbing her ass over me, stroking my cock in and out of her cunt. Each 
time my cock went sliding back into her, a sighing groan came trembling out 
of her. It made me feel really great, being able to give a woman like her so 
much obvious pleasure. 

But I couldn't resist a sudden impulse to tease her a little in a way other 
than sexual. I pulled my mouth away from her tits suddenly, asking, "Am I 
really pleasing you with the way-" 

Her cry of protest cut me off, coming in sharp gasps, sounding almost 
desperate as she urged, "Don't stop, lover! Please don't stop! You're doing 
just great! You just don't worry about a thing and leave everything else-" 

She interrupted herself with a strangled, groaning, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" when I popped her tits back into my 
mouth and sent my feverish tongue licking in and out between and around her 
excited nipples. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock again, grinding her 
belly against mine. 

Another anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her 
explosively. Again her ass started bobbing up and down over me, starting 
again to hammer my cock in and out of her fiery cunt. 

I recognized the signs telling me she wasn't far now from an orgasm she'd 
remember. I was feeling good about that, feeling more intense excitement 
than her loving cunt alone could have given me, when I got a sudden shock. 
Suddenly from somewhere nearby a strange voice was yelling, "Fuck'er back, 
you dumb city slicker! Help Gran'ma sink that cock of yours deeper in her! 
Fuck her back, damn it! Get your dead ass up off the mattress and shove the 
cock to her!" 

I almost dropped dead, instead of getting my ass up off the mattress. I 
thought at first it was her damned husband, the farmer who had the job I'd 
stopped past to inquire about. 

I craned my head around, eyes searching desperately, forgetting her tits in 
my alarm. I'd have dived out a window if she hadn't been riding me so hard, 
holding me down. 

Then I saw him and knew the bastard couldn't possibly be her husband; he 
looked about my age. He had on a sports shirt and slacks like a city kid who 
didn't give a damn about the phony protests and phony poverty clothes fads. 
But despite his clothes I instantly recognized the look of a country rube 
about him. 

Just then she yelled, "Get your smart ass to hell out of here and mind your 
own business, Robbie! Vince here's forgotten more about giving a woman a 
great fuck than you've ever even heard about, much less ever known! Who the 
hell do you think you are, trying to coach him? Now get!" 

Instantly the young guy's face took on the pouting look of a spoiled kid 
who's just been scolded. He snapped, "You don't need to get so uptight! I 
was only trying to help." 

"If you want to help, get your ass out of here!" she snapped at him. "Let me 
finish giving Vince his job interview!" 

I almost fell off the bed, even with her on top of me, holding me in the 
middle of it. What the hell could she mean about this being a job interview? 

I didn't get a chance to find out right then. Robbie, whoever he was, went 
skulking out of the bedroom, disappearing in the hallway outside. And Mrs. 
Taft pressed her tits down against my mouth until I took the hint and went 
back to sucking them again. Then she started riding me harder than ever and 
soon had my cock supercharged with sensation that went flooding from my cock 
through all the rest of my body. 

Without coaching from anyone, I shoved my ass up off the mattress to meet 
her hard downward thrusts as she tried frantically to drive my cock into her 
cunt deeper. I wanted to just turn loose and let my come juices gush 
whenever they were ready, but I knew that would be a damned fool thing to do 
if I wanted to really impress this lady. So I began forcing my mind away 
from the terrific sensations her delicious cunt was creating for me, trying 
to cool down the boiling sensations building pressures within me that 
otherwise would make an explosion inevitable. 

Suddenly a wailing scream came tearing its way out of Mrs. Taft. She plunged 
my cock into her sizzling cunt to the hilt. Her belly seemed to almost 
bounce away from its impact with mine, jerking my cock almost out of her 
cunt all the way, then she sent it plunging back into her. Again and again 
she hammered my cock in and out of her cunt while she screamed and gasped 
and moaned and struggled over me, the muscles of her cunt milking away 
furiously at the hardness of my cock while she pistoned it back and forth 
through them relentlessly. 

I wasn't certain whether it was one long, continuous orgasm or rapid-fire 
multiple orgasms. Half a dozen times or more I seemed to feel her pulsating 
muscles pause momentarily as they milked away at my cock, then start up all 
over again more furiously than before. Later she claimed she never in her 
entire life before ever had come so many times consecutively and 
continuously. I was surprised she remembered anything about it, the way she 
carried on at the time, screaming like she was blowing her mind as she kept 
on and on and on hammering my stiff cock into her ravenous cunt. 

All I knew to do was hang onto her luscious big tits and suck and lick away 
at them like my life depended on it. For her part, she kept up her furious 
fucking as if her life depended upon how fast and hard she could hammer my 
cock in and out of her cunt. And I was so busy watching her, rather than 
giving attention to my own seething pressures of sensation, that they cooled 
enough to remain controllable. 

When her trip finally ended and she discovered that my cock still was as 
stiff and ready for action as ever, Mrs. Taft really seemed impressed. And 
she made the very most of my cock's hardness. It took me almost that whole 
first day of almost steady fucking to get her to the place where she could 
stand having my cock out of her for more than fifteen or twenty minutes. 

Long before that day ended, she'd become my Lucy and I knew I had a steady 
job for the summer, but not as a farmhand. She had tenant farmers to do the 
farming. My job was to keep her cunt satisfied. By example, too, she hoped I 
might help her teach her horse-cocked grandson, Rob, her only living 
relative and only heir, that he needed a hell of a lot more than just his 
massive cock to make sex great for a woman. What really surprised me about 
my new setup was learning that instead of perhaps being in her early 
forties, at the most, Lucy Taft was over sixty. Her theory about an active 
sex life keeping a woman young seemed to be working great for her. She acted 
like my cock was the original staff of life and my come juices the fountain 
of youth. I soon knew I had a steady job. Really steady. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Lucy's cunt muscles weren't milking away at my stiffness any longer; she'd 
stopped coming. But she kept stroking my cock in and out through the 
rippling, encircling muscles of her tunnel of love. She moved so slowly the 
thought hit me she was trying to tantalize me. Then I got a glimpse of her 
face. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, her eyes were clenched 
shut, her face was twisted in a grimace that looked like she was in awful 
pain. As she slowly but steadily stroked my rigid cock in and out of her 
luscious cunt, I suddenly realized she was rapidly building to another 
terrific explosion. Little moans were beginning to come from her as she 
stroked my stiff cock in and out of her sweet cunt several more times and I 
kept gobbling her tits as I watched her with growing amazement; damned if I 
wasn't even better than I thought! 

Now Lucy was easing my cock in and out like it filled her cunt so full she 
felt a need to be cautious. The low moan coming out of her had become almost 
continuous, raising and dropping but never breaking off entirely. 

She paused, her sweet ass completely still over me momentarily, and tensed a 
muscle somewhere that made something that felt like a hot little hand hidden 
in the depths of her cunt give the tingling head of my cock an affectionate 
tweak. I gasped with the pleasure of the sensations that gave me and a low, 
soft chuckle came from Lucy over me. I tried tensing muscles in my lower 
belly and felt the head of my cock give a sudden jerk as it lay buried deep 
inside her; Lucy gave out with a gasp of pleasure. 

Lucy and I exchanged several of those caressing little inner throbs and 
squeezes. I kept right on sucking and licking away like crazy at Lucy's 
delicious tits. She began acting like she couldn't stand holding still any 
longer. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock, grinding her belly against 
mine, all the while moaning and gasping in obvious pleasure. 

I could feel a charge of growing tension tingling within her cunt. My 
probing cock could detect the beginning of a change in the texture of the 
tissues lining her cunt. 

Lucy's ass began moving over me again, up and down, stroking my cock in and 
out of her steaming cunt. My cock could feel fresh flows of that deliciously 
hot sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt in direct proportion, I have 
found, to the pleasure that cunt's owner is experiencing. Some older women's 
cunts often get dry and insensitive, but there was nothing dry or 
unsensitive about Lucy's sweet cunt. 

Abruptly, Lucy switched from those slow, gentle movements to a frenzied 
hammering, riding me wild and hard like she'd done before. She made our bare 
bellies come slapping together as if we were keeping rhythm to music. What 
music! And that moan coming from her was growing steadily louder. Then she 
stopped the wild, furious fucking movements, changing to long, slow strokes 
again mixed with a rotating movement of her hips, like when she was 
wriggling her cunt on my cock. 

She began mixing short strokes with the long ones; strokes so short the head 
of my cock moved not more than an inch in that feverish cavern of mystery 
where it was buried deep inside her. 

Something else felt new to me as Lucy was giving me some of those short, 
slow strokes; I felt the head of my cock rubbing against something that felt 
almost like a pair of lips of some kind there deep inside her. Each time the 
head of my cock rubbed slowly across whatever it was, Lucy's moan would 
rise, growing louder. The look on her face was like she was suffering pain, 
but I knew by now that such a look on a woman's face meant she was enjoying 
a feeling of pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful. But not quite. I 
had a hunch Lucy wasn't far away from coming another time. 

Just then I heard Rob complaining, "What'n hell do you keep on fucking him 
for, Lucy? 

You've already both come. Let me have a turn now you've hottened up finally 
I'll show your city friend how to really make it good for you! Lucy? You 
listening?" 

"Rob, for goodness sake shut up and watch!! Try to learn something 
yourself!" Lucy snapped, which wasn't at all like her. She completely 
stopped moving. Lucy looked down at me, a determined glint in her eyes, and 
began steadily milking away at the head of my cock with that hot little grip 
she had deep within her belly. Instantly the pressure of sensation in my 
cock and lower belly skyrocketed. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I panted. 

Lucy grated her words through clenched teeth, telling me, "I'm not taking 
any more trips alone. A man who learns to hold his fire as well as you, can 
just about fuck a girl to death and turn her into putty in his hands. But 
not me; I'm old enough to know better, so we take the next trip-" 

She broke off, acting startled as I suddenly caught her tits between my 
hands, raised my head off the grass under us and before she could jerk them 
away sucked Lucy's excitedly taut nipples back into my mouth. I nipped the 
tips lightly as I turned on the suction. As I recaptured Lucy's tits, I 
shoved my ass up off the grass, raising her, reversed direction and jerked 
my cock almost out of her, then sent it plunging back into her superheated 
cunt as deep and hard as I could drive it. 

Lucy turned loose of a wild, trembling scream. Her lips were twisted like 
she was in terrible anguish as that scream tore its way out of them. Like 
she had no power to resist me, she shoved her tits back down against my 
mouth and her ass again began bobbing over me frantically. As she drove my 
cock in and out of her sizzling cunt, she kept milking steadily at the head 
of my tingling cock with that delicious inner grip she'd started giving the 
head of it. She had our bellies making that crazy rhythm again. She had 
started screaming and her screams were rising higher and getting louder. 

From a distance I heard Rob's worried sounding voice demanding in alarm, 
"What the hell are you doing to Lucy, Vince? Damn you, whatever it is, stop 
it right now! Can't you hear anything? You're hurting her!" 

"Shut up, you idiot! Shut up!" I heard Lucy form her scream briefly into 
angry words. Then she was just screaming and riding me like her life 
depended upon hammering a hole in the ground with my ass. 

Within me there was a feeling like my senses were about to be completely 
swallowed up by something about to explode. I fought it, determined not to 
fire my wad until I was damned good and ready, determined not to let Lucy 
take it away from me whether I was ready or not. I forced myself to ignore 
the deliciously fiery charge of sensations Lucy's wildly gyrating cunt was 
super-charging my cock with, as she kept hammering it in and out of her 
sizzling cunt. I forced myself to think of some racing I'd done, anything 
and everything exciting I'd done that had nothing to do with sex. 

I have never in my life before tried doing anything as hard. Lord, what a 
power of sensation Lucy's burning cunt tried to overwhelm my senses with as 
she rode me like demon possessed her. 

I don't suppose it could have lasted more than a minute, but to me that wild 
ride of Lucy's as she came this time seemed to never end. It was sheer 
torment. Try as I might to keep my mind occupied with other adventures, my 
mental walls kept crumbling before the overpowering pressure of sensation, 
as Lucy's delicious cunt tried to supercharge my swollen cock into an 
explosion. My struggle against it made it stretch out and last and last 
excruciatingly and exquisitely. It was torment. And sheer delight. I was 
really getting initiated into the finer points of fucking skill! 

The time came, however, when I felt my frantic struggle for control 
beginning to slip steadily. I was about ready to resign myself to defeat in 
this delectable struggle with Lucy. The frantic wriggling of her sweet ass 
seemed too powerful for male flesh to resist any longer. With some 
reluctance I relaxed, mentally and physically, giving myself over to 
enjoyment of the eruption. Lucy's irresistible movements over me stopped 
abruptly as she collapsed upon me. 

I almost yelled. Talk about sweet victory! Had she bobbed her ass two or 
three times more, my traitorous cock would have gone berserk, shooting my 
wad all over Lucy's steaming inner surfaces, just as she'd been trying to 
make me do. But she'd failed to bob her sweet ass those two or three 
additional times and I'd won our little contest of wills. Suddenly I no 
longer felt like a teenager; I felt like a man who had proven himself a man 
in a contest very few are man enough to win. Man enough to hold his fire 
until he chooses to allow it to explode; man enough to withhold his fiery 
charge until he chooses to shoot it, rather than allowing it to be taken 
away from him at a time not of his choosing. 

Lucy lay on top of me panting, her heart hammering like she'd just finished 
a desperate race. I suddenly realized we were both sopping wet with sweat; 
we would both be ready for another dip in the lake. 

Lucy's breathing quieted after a while. I tensed the muscles that made the 
head of my cock jump. It gave a little lunge deep within her quiet cunt. 
Lucy moaned, her voice sounding awed, "It still feels good, even after the 
wild ride I've just taken. I guess I'm not old enough to know better after 
all, Vince. That cock of yours is strong medicine!" 

I chuckled, "You liked that, did you, Lucy?" 

She chided, "You have to ask, I'm sure." Then she shook her head and 
murmured, "I'm surprised my poor cunt didn't get burned out by all the 
lightning that rod of yours sent blazing through it. But even more amazing 
is how really great that cock of yours is still feeling. I wouldn't be 
surprised if you couldn't recharge my batteries in almost no time and have 
me ready to come again. Like I've said before, you really are too much!" 

I made the head of my cock jump again deep inside Lucy's sweet cunt. She 
moaned softly, bringing a hand up to run her fingers through my hair 
caressingly. She whispered, "Of all the men I've fucked in all the years 
since I was sixteen, not one of them could compare with you, sweet Vince. 
How you've ever perfected such control so early in life is beyond me. Most 
men never learn it, regardless of how many years' experience they've had. Of 
course, I have a strong hunch most of them have just never cared enough to 
try developing it." 

I felt flattered by such praise, naturally. But before I could come up with 
anything that seemed appropriate in response to it, Rob complained, "What'n 
hell are you taking on so about that dude's pygmy cock like-" 

Lucy cut him off short, snapping, "Shut up about something you're totally 
ignorant of, you rabbit cock! This Vince fucks a girl until she's got sparks 
flying out her ass, but you fall over backward, finished with your wad shot, 
before a girl even gets warmed up. This lover man's made me come like no man 
ever made me come before, yet his cock is almost always still as hard and 
ready for action as ever when I'm finally fucked out completely. That's the 
kind of talent that's important to any girl choosing a lover, not the weight 
of his dead cock." 

Lucy raised herself and stared down at me. Mingled with the fondness that 
had been in her eyes ever since our very first fuck, I saw the respect a 
woman bestows upon only her special favorites. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Within about a minute I had Lucy's face showing the strain of inner sexual 
pressure building again, just teasing her with my throbbing cock in the lips 
of her cunt. Then I caught her tits in my hands again and brought them to my 
mouth. I sucked both nipples in and brought an anguished, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! Oh, Vincey, love!" gasping out of her. 

Abruptly she sent her ass driving downward, plunging my cock deep into her 
reviving cunt. As our bellies slapped together, a trembling groan came up 
out of her lower gut. 

Instantly Lucy pulled her ass away from me, again, but only a couple of 
inches or so, then sent my cock zinging back into her cunt as deep as she 
could make it reach. That time after our bellies slapped together again, 
Lucy began grinding her lower belly against mine, wriggling her cunt around 
my cock and creating more friction on her burning clitoris. 

After a moment of that she pulled back, drawing my cock almost all the way 
out, then plunged it back into her cunt to its roots again. As our bellies 
slapped together that time, I made the head of my cock give a jump deep 
inside her. She groaned and pressed her luscious tits down against my mouth 
harder. She began riding me steadily. 

I sucked and licked at Lucy's tits harder and she started stroking my cock 
in and out of her sizzling cunt faster and harder. A frenzy of passion 
seemed to grip her; a low, wavering, screaming moan started coming from her 
steadily, rising and falling. 

The wild enthusiasm of her response shot my own exquisite sexual excitement 
high within me. Super-heated sensations roared through my tingling cock, 
approaching the point of becoming unbearable. I began worrying that I might 
blast off before Lucy did. 

Praying I could control my skyrocketing sensations a bit longer, I hung onto 
Lucy's luscious big tits and sucked and licked like my very life depended on 
it. I knew this time there was no possible way I could hold back once Lucy 
did start coming. Once those inner cunt muscles started milking at the 
tingling head of my cock, Pd had it; we'd make this trip together. All I 
prayed was that I didn't pull the rabbit act and start first. 

Frantically Lucy struggled over me. Her breath wheezed in and out of her in 
short gasps. I realized my own lungs seemed to be burning as if I'd stopped 
breathing. 

Then an agonized cry tore itself from Lucy's lips, twisted as if she was in 
mortal anguish. She started riding me even harder, more wildly, more 
frantically. In a mindless frenzy, she now was hammering our bellies 
together. Suddenly every muscle throughout the entire length of Lucy's 
deliciously clinging, gripping, caressing, glove-like cunt began pulsing 
relentlessly. 

Lordy, the hurricane of sensation her pulsating cunt sent shooting through 
my cock. It was like a bolt of lightning. It snapped all the control I had 
remaining. 

Riptides of sensation thundered over my senses, swallowing them up. I felt 
myself teetering on a tightrope over a void of blackness. My cock seemed to 
literally explode. The pumps hidden in the roots of my cock began hammering, 
sending jet after jet of fiery come juice spraying over all the hidden 
surfaces in the depths of Lucy's cunt. 

Lucy screamed more shrilly, like I was spraying liquid fire over her 
sensitive inner surfaces. But instead of pulling her cunt away from me, Lucy 
rode me all the harder, trying to plunge my flame-thrower into her ravenous 
cunt even deeper. The whole time she was screaming like she was being 
murdered. 

But I was actually only dimly aware of those screams of hers. I was having 
to struggle to keep from being swept into senseless oblivion! The exquisite 
torment seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly, deliciously, agonizingly. 

Then the fiery storm of passion passed. Lucy collapsed upon me, trembling, 
dripping wet with sweat. I struggled and mustered strength enough to put my 
arms around her. I held her close and we lay there, still coupled, 
struggling still; this time struggling for breath, however, rather than a 
fiery sexual release. 

When Lucy's breathing finally began to quiet, she murmured, "If only I could 
keep you all for myself all the rest of my life! Who knows, I might live 
forever." She chuckled, then added, "or what's a lot more likely ... I'd 
fuck myself into my grave a few years early. But one thing's certain. I'd 
die happy!" She sighed heavily. 

I suggested, "How about a swim to freshen us up for more action?" 

As limp as she'd been, she amazed me the way she sprang up and headed for 
the lake. I jumped up and sprinted after her. Ahead of me, Lucy dived 
gracefully into the placid water. As she knifed smoothly through the 
glass-like surface and disappeared into the depths below, I went flying in a 
long, reaching dive that took me far out over the quiet water. I sliced into 
it and opened my eyes, searching for sign of Lucy. Immediately I saw her 
swimming unhurriedly on the surface not far ahead. 

I came up under her cautiously, surprising her when I grabbed her luscious 
tits and sucked both nipples into my mouth. She acted like she thought a 
snapping turtle had them, beginning to thrash around furiously. 

I let her tits slide out of my mouth and backed away. But I couldn't resist 
running one finger through the crack of her cunt as I went; I found it still 
slippery with our combined juices. And my finger in her cunt just that 
instant started her legs and feet churning the water over my head furiously. 

I cleared out before I got kicked into the next county. A ways off from her, 
I surfaced. I found Lucy watching me with a bright look of delight while she 
laughed, sounding as carefree and full of life as a teenager eager for more 
fun and games. She yelled, "You're always surprising me!" 

I closed in on her and gathered her into my arms, pulling the lusciousness 
of her naked flesh, her delightful curves, against my bare skin. I asked her 
lovingly, "How'd you like to have your pussy eaten?" 

She stared at me in delighted amazement, then murmured, "You really mean 
it?" 

I nodded. "Of course! Why shouldn't I mean it?" 

She shrugged. "I guess I've just gotten used to Rob's kind. They never want 
to do anything but fuck you. And to them 'Fuck you!' is about the dirtiest 
kind of cuss word in their vocabulary. I guess that says a lot about them. 
No wonder it's impossible for one of their kind to make sex really good for 
a woman." 

I nodded and released her from my arms, ready to head for shore. A pleased 
chuckle came from Lucy, then she ass-ended, diving for the bottom, tagging 
me as she went. That started a furious game of water tag. Lucy was teasing 
me, I knew, presenting a feast of delectable sights, her luscious tits and 
ass flashing in and out of the water as she cavorted in it like a 
high-spirited otter. 

Lucy finally headed for shore. I followed her to a fresh bed of soft grass 
and flopped down, intending to rest just a moment before I began the moves 
that would wind up with my eating her sweet pussy. She sat down beside me 
and leaned over. The nipples of her lovely, ripe tits brushed my lips. 

I caught her tits in my hands and sucked both nipples in. One of her hands 
settled upon my head. Her fingers started twining themselves in my hair 
lovingly. She whispered, "You've sure got a great talent for giving a woman 
great sensations with that mouth of yours, Vince, lover." 

She mussed my wet hair affectionately, then murmured, "Why couldn't that 
Robbie have been like you?" 

I had no answers to offer, so kept right on gobbling her titties. Both 
nipples felt like hard little nuts, rigid with excitement. That told me how 
much she was enjoying it. 

So I was really surprised when she suddenly pulled her tits away from me. 
Before I could ask what was wrong, Lucy told me, "The best way I know for a 
woman to teach a new love exactly how she likes her cunt licked and her 
pussy eaten, is for her to demonstrate." 

"Demonstrate?" I said wonderingly. She nodded, murmuring, "Just lay back and 
enjoy. But make a few mental notes, too, as I go along. Huh?" 

Without waiting for agreement from me, Lucy leaned over me again. This time 
instead of bringing her luscious tits to my mouth, she brought her mouth to 
one of my pygmy nipples. I was amazed at the amounts of sensation her hot 
mouth was able to create in me there. 

She jumped from there abruptly, bringing her lips to mine. I'd been Frenched 
before, but never more passionately or more thoroughly than she did it. In 
no time she had my blood boiling so hard from that kiss that I felt as if I 
couldn't breathe, yet didn't give a damn. It was as if her tongue had become 
transformed into male cock and my mouth into a cunt. 

One of her hands closed caressingly upon my cock, then gently started 
caressing my balls as well. I really got breathless. What a charge of 
sensation! By that time I was certain I'd never again be able to breathe 
normally. I realized abruptly that Lucy seemed to be having her problems 
getting enough breath too. If I claimed that didn't please me, I'd be lying. 
It shot my excitement even higher, too. 

Suddenly she broke the passionate soul kiss and started kissing my ears, 
then the side of my neck. Her feverish lips moved to my throat, then 
downward to my chest. Again her hot lips sucked in one of my nipples, 
stirring unfamiliar sensations that seemed fantastic. 

When she'd done that to both my nipples, a fine trembling was beginning to 
vibrate through my whole gut. Her knowing mouth started kissing and licking 
toward my navel. I was pleased that my own technique for oral sex followed 
very much the same pattern of building sexual suspense she was demonstrating 
to me. 

Below my navel, she kissed and licked a zigzag course over my lower belly. 
As that hot mouth of hers drew closer and still closer to the tingling head 
of my stiff cock, all the muscles inside my lower belly began knotting with 
anticipation. Talk about excruciating sensation! 

Then Lucy's cheek brushed against the upper fringe of my curly muff of pubic 
hair. She paused briefly and moved around between my legs, just as I would 
have done had I been making oral love to her. But I didn't interrupt, didn't 
try to take away anything from her, which is exactly all I'd have 
accomplished if I'd told her she was showing me nothing new. 

No, I knew she still might surprise me with some new wrinkle if I'd just 
keep my mouth shut and be patient. The careful, knowing technique she was 
using practically guaranteed me the kind of trip I'd have absolutely no 
complaints about. So I kept as quiet as you can when you're gasping and 
moaning with the pleasures of sexual sensation and let the storm she was 
building in my cock and belly grow wilder. 


THE END
