Chapter 9
Neither of them moved, as they lay there savoring the wonderful feel of their sated bodies pressed so closely together. Even after his cock was once again a limp hose nestled in the wetness of her belly, he made no attempt to ease himself from her. He had waited a long time for this and was not eager for it to end.
However, the phone beside the bed rang, rudely interrupting their embraces and playful kisses.
"Shall I get it?" Joanna looked at him, then pouted when he nodded.
She lifted the receiver and answered the call, then cupping her hand over the mouthpiece, said, "It's Rhonda. I think she's rather surprised to find me here."
"Not as much as I am," he smiled, gently kissing her as he took the phone.
"Well, I see that Joanna found you," Rhonda chuckled. "And from the sound of her voice, I'd say you two worked things out successfully. Care to fill your little sister in?"
"Later, you nosey wench," he laughed. "I thought you didn't like to hear any details in matters such as these."
"Normally I don't like to hear about your lovers, but this is different. It's Joanna," she continued. "So give."
"No way," he replied. "Especially right at the moment."
"All right, but I'll get you to spill the beans someday," she answered. "Meanwhile, before I allow you to get back to your own personal heaven, I've got a special announcement to make. Crazy man, your plan worked. It's unbelievable, but Frank's a completely different man. At least in the ways that count... "
He smiled once more, feeling that smug satisfaction over having succeeded with his old friend.
"... and to top it off, Frank just asked me to marry him," Rhonda almost shouted with joy.
"Marry him?" he laughed in disbelief. "I just wanted to get the poor man laid, not shackled for life!"
"Cool it, Sam Coit!" she sharply reprimanded him. "Or I won't ask you to be best man at our wedding."
"Best man?" he stammered. "Hold on! You're moving too fast for me!"
"You heard me," she answered. "It takes three days for a marriage license to go through the legal channels in this state and we'd both be happy if you'd consider sticking around town until then. After all, you're responsible for this whole thing. And besides, from the way Joanna sounded, it looks like you might have another reason for staying a while longer."
"And you might just be assuming too many things," he chided the obviously overjoyed woman. "Besides, just because I helped Frank find his way to heaven, doesn't mean I want to see him walk into the gates of hell."
"Damn you, Sam," she almost shouted again. "I've never known you to turn down a little piece of my style of hell."
Her pun was intentional he knew, which only made him laugh harder, "Look, seriously, I really don't know. Let me think it over and I'll give you a call later. Right now, I've got other things to attend to. Now, I think you'd better go back and see to that man before he decides to change his mind. And Rhonda, you've got both my love and whatever well wishing and luck is appropriate for the occasion. Now good-bye."
He handed the phone back to Joanna, still chuckling over the turn of events. He should have realized this would be the outcome, but it never occurred to him. Mark one up for the little old match-maker me, he smiled.
"Care to let me in on the joke?" Joanna asked, nestling back against him and sighing with pleased satisfaction.
He nodded, giving her a very short version of Saturday night's party, leaving many of the details pertaining to his involvement with Linda and Evelyn out of the story. There was no reason risking the whole show at the moment.
"I agree with Rhonda," she commented as he concluded with the details of his master-plan. "You should stay longer... but then I have my own reasons for wanting to keep you around."
"Woman, you make an offer that's terribly tempting," he smiled, kissing her tenderly. "But I have to think about it. I really should be on the road right now."
"Hurumph," she pouted again. "And here I thought I had you all primed to spend the day with me."
"That you have," he smiled. "I have absolutely no intention of leaving this bed today... unless you had something else planned."
"Well," she smiled with a coy glint to her eyes. "You could shave and I was thinking about going for a swim sometime today."
"A swim?" he laughed. "I don't seem to remember you wearing a swim suit when you came in."
"We'll take care of that as soon as we get to my house," she smiled.
After a quick shave, he found out exactly what she meant. Joanna's house was about fifteen miles out in the country on the other side of town. It took a long winding drive down a dirt road through a small forest to get there, but it was worth it.
"I had this place built after mother died," she explained. "After Harry, it provided the seclusion I needed. The pool's in the back. There's a bath house out there where you can change. I'll join you in a minute or two."
Following her directions, he found the bath house and quickly slipped from his clothes and into his trunks. He had no more than walked out and tested the water with a toe, when Joanna came from the house wearing one of the sexiest white bikinis he had ever laid eyes on. For a woman that had had her problems with men, she definitely knew what turned men on.
The skimpy little suit was no more than two small triangles of cloth over her breasts held together by what appeared to be no more than strings. Two slightly larger triangles formed a very revealing bottom to the scanty outfit.
"Dynamite," he grinned, as she slowly strode around the pool to his side, apparently having lost her self-consciousness over his lingering gaze. "That has got to be the most sexy thing I've ever seen!"
Her smile was an obviously pleased one, as she rose on her tip-toes and kissed him warmly.
"In fact," he added. "I can't believe that this skimpy little things was ever meant for the water. All it could be designed for is for me to take it off."
He eased her to him, his hands finding the single clasp of the tiny halter and quickly freeing it. The twin triangles of cloths sagged, then fell from her body, once again exposing her firm jutting breasts to his devouring gaze. She shivered as delightful tingles of excitement raced through her body, as she remembered the last time he had undressed her.
His hands eased languidly down the supple slopes of her breasts, teasing for a moment atop those dark nipples, then moving down her sides and over the womanly flare of her hips. She wiggled a little to help him ease the bottom of her swim suit off. Then she stepped back posing for his eyes and reveling in the pleased satisfaction on his face.
"You're not being fair again," she said, as she turned just a bit to let him glimpse the perky curves of her rounded ass. "You promised I could see you in the raw."
"So I did," he grinned, working his trunks and jock strap down at the same time.
Her eyes immediately lowered their gaze to the thick hose of cock sleeping amid the thick hairs sprouted over his crotch. Again a shiver of delicious excitement shot through her body, as she went to him and reached out, gently caressing his penis.
"You feel so soft and smooth, now," she whispered. "There's so much difference then when you were in me, then yon were hard and demanding. I like it, it makes you interesting to touch and feel."
He smiled as her fingertips taunted along his detumescent length, realizing that if she kept this up much longer he'd be jutting out like a flagpole.
"But you must think I'm really wicked," she glanced up at him. "We just made love and I think I want you again... but I promised you a swim."
"A skinny dip," he grinned. "Then we'll take up where we left off in the motel."
"Promise?"
"Promise," he nodded.
With that she abruptly turned from him and in a light skipping run she bounced to the edge of the pool and knifed into the water. There was no way he could resist the summons of that sleek bundle of naked woman-flesh. Within a second, he was in the water behind her.
Almost like children playing, they splashed and darted around in the water, trying to push each other under or grab an ankle as they dove and tug the other beneath the surface. Then they were swimming together, racing each other across the pool, then diving under the water like playful dolphins. Although, as he watched her graceful movements, he decided she was much more the mermaid type, rather than some porpoise.
Eventually she swam to the metal ladder hooked over the side and climbed out, watching for a moment as he continued to swim, then moving to an air mattress lying beside the pool. After giving it a quick dunking to cool its plastic surface, she stretched out, bathing in the hot summer's sun.
She was far more beautiful than he had imagined. Still sparkling with gem-like droplets of water, her body was like that of some sea nymph ashore to taunt passing sailors with her siren's call. Even more than before, she looked like some goddess. Again he felt the familiar stirring of his loins.
Noisily, he splashed his way to the side of the pool and floated there, staring up at her beauty. Her head turned and she smiled, "Make love to me, Sam."
"With you," he corrected, pulling himself from the water and kneeling beside her. There was damn little room on the raft, but he didn't mind the inconvenience. His positioning gave him easy access to those lovely shimmering tits, which both his hands and mouth occupied for just long enough to have her gasping and moaning again.
Then his mouth moved downward. His tongue darted and tickled its way over the flatness of her stomach, setting off all sorts of warm, tingling sensations within her. He paused momentarily to let his tongue tip probe the deep sensual well of her navel, then moved toward the triangular patch of black moss covering her cunt.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned, raising her head from the air mattress to stare down at his as he eased himself between her legs. "What are you doing?"
"To put it bluntly," he grinned up at her perplexed expression, "I plan to eat this lovely pussy of yours."
She didn't have time to respond, because her breath was taken away as his head lowered between her spread thighs and his mouth firmly kissed the slitted mouth of her belly. Tremors of desire quaked spasmodically in the muscles of her legs, as her pelvis shifted a bit, then rose, pressing into his face.
He accepted the invitation she offered, allowing his tongue tip to trace along the plump contours of her cuntal lips. The musky scent of woman filled his nostrils. It was far from offensive, but a natural perfume that quickly had his cock on the rise again.
And there was no doubt that she had a womanly taste, as he quickly discovered by wiggling his tongue between her outer labia and sucking up a sampling of her love sap. Again, there was nothing offensive about the taste of her sexual juices. Unlike many men, he realized the value of being able to provide the type of tongue-work that a woman could groove on. They liked it and he liked giving it, just as he was only too willing to accept the offering of a woman's mouth on his prick whenever the occasion presented itself. An occasion that occurred far more often for a man that didn't mind partaking in a little cunt lapping.
Her moans steadily rose as his lapping and laving oral digit moved in and out of the pink-lipped slash of her pussy. Her hands reached down and her fingers entangled themselves in his hair.
Beside his head her knees rose in the air, a motion that lifted the cleft of her loins to give him better access to its rapidly heating hole of desire. In and out his tongue reamed, while his hands eased back up her chest and once more captured the still wet mounds of her breasts.
Kindled flickers of passion seethed through her groin. The sensation unleashed by his tongue was something she had never even considered happening to her. Oral-genital contact was something she only had heard about in smutty jokes. There was absolutely nothing smutty about what his mouth was doing to her. It was marvelous. Delicious her body, quickly becoming licking flames of desire.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like to take that beautiful hose of his manhood into her mouth and let it grow to its full rigid length. The idea excited her, only adding to the arousal his constantly working tongue was stirring in her steaming vagina. Later, she thought, pleased at her sudden lack of inhibitions, later she would try it and see what his reactions were.
In long swipes of his tongue, he licked up and down the pink crease of her pussy, teasing at the top of each stroke at the red nubbin of her pleasure button. The effects of his gentle ministrations were immediately apparent in the aroused rise and fall of her pelvis, as she tried to draw his tongue back inside the velvet-lined walls of her pussy.
But he had no want to bring her this way, not this time at least. Later maybe. But now, her first sampling of his oral techniques was no more than a tantalizing prelude to another full meal of his twitching and eager cock.
Planting one more long, wet-sounding kiss on the now pouting lips of her labia, he eased his head from between her thighs and glanced up to the woman who writhed under the prodigious sensations he had created. Her black eyes opened and she smiled down at him, opening her arms to him.
He slid atop her, reveling in the exciting feel of her voluptuous nakedness beneath his. Their mouths met and her tongue flicked out getting a taste of her own juices still on his lips.
The swollen head of his prick throbbed at the mouth of her belly, tickling amid the silk strands fringing her slash. She shivered in an anticipation of what was to come next. But it didn't, at least not in the way she expected it.
Instead of slamming herself into the waiting socket of her pussy, as he had the first time, he entered her, his pelvis moving just enough to sink about an inch of his length into the hot channel of her belly. Just enough to tease the desire that flared in her body. She moaned, begging for his full impalement.
Suppressing the urge to do just that and once more feel her warm tightness sheathed around his hardness, he simply moved his hips back and forth in quick shallow little strokes that plunged the thick knob-like crown of his prick in and out of her vaginal tunnel. The movements were a torture of pleasure. Her own hips jerked and twitched, attempting to capture the full rigidity of his prick. But he managed to keep himself just beyond the edacious mouth of her belly. In rapid motion, his pelvis slipped the engorged arrowhead of his glands in between the scalloped lips of her inner labia, delighting in the sensual friction that seared over his sensitive tip of flesh.
Accustoming herself to his bare penetration of her quim, the raven-haired woman settled beneath him, savoring the tingling thrills he set off in her thighs. It was then that he changed his approach to the situation.
In one long, hard thrust, he slammed himself forward, packing every inch of his cock into the liquid warmth of her pussy. His balls slapped against the curvature of her ass. Her hot cunt enveloped him, squeezing lovingly around his thick bulk.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned in surprise, as she once more found herself fully skewered by the imposing rod of his sex.
Her hips did a squirming little dance that set his entrenched shaft to rocking back and forth within the spongy folds of her love channel. The engorged knobhead of his prick banged against her velvet-lined walls, as her vagina seemed to undulate around him.
She squeezed down with all her might as he exited. Outward he came until his glands was back in the scalloped inner lips of her cunt. After another few quick, titillating strokes, he lunged back, burying himself deeply into the hot recesses of her body.
"Big," she sighed. "You feel so big inside me. I feel as if I'm about to split open!"
She wasn't about to split and probably had the capacity to take a cock twice as thick as his. But he didn't mind her description of his movement. He liked the thought of being able to fill her until she couldn't take anymore, even though he realized it was just a mental state rather than a physical one. And even if it was an impossible task, he damn sure would see that she. felt like she was stuffed to the gills with long, hard prick!
He jerked his hips back and slammed brutally into her pussy. Down into the tight sleeve of woman-flesh his throbbing shaft slithered. Her whole body jarred under the thudding impact of their loins. Her steaming socket clamped around his presence, squeezing and sucking at him.
Deeper! He wanted deeper!
Pushing himself up to the full extent of his arms, he hung over the raven-haired goddess so that they met only at their fiery cores. Her black eyes gazed lovingly up at him. An incandescent gleam of desire burned deep within those black pools.
His hips lurched up and swung down in one mighty surge of lust. His new angle of entry gave him the access that he wanted. Thick and hard, his rod of manflesh sluiced into new reaches of her velvety interior. He moaned as the muscles of her vagina gripped at him, anchoring him in the volcanic heat of her pussy for an instant, before he wrenched up and thrust down again.
There, hovering over her supine body, he found not only did he have a means of drilling deeper into her cunt, but he had a most pleasing view of her reactions. Pleasing was an understatement of the excitement produced by the vision of the black-haired beauty.
As his rigid slab of cock shot into the pocket of her desire, he was given a ball-aching view of the effects he was creating in this woman he had awakened to sexual pleasures. Her eyelids fluttered under each plummeting stroke, as she fought to keep them open. The slightly domed cones of her proud breasts shimmered like resilient half-moons of flesh. Her lips writhed sensuously and her arms rose, locking around his waist.
A complete metamorphosis had transpired within the woman beneath him. She had come into his motel room a few hours ago uptight and afraid of the thought of a man entering her body. Now she was like some predatory animal unable to get enough of his cock. It was as if all the hungers and desires she had felt but had been afraid to release were suddenly unleashed within her and she had completely abandoned herself to the carnal sensations of her far too long restrained needs.
Up and down her hips bucked as best they could in her raised-knee position. She twisted and gyrated around, rocking his prick within the humid recesses of her quim. She no longer made love. She was fucking!
In and out, the ravishing piston of his sex drilled and reamed into the tight socket of her belly. He hunched and pumped, packing her with every inch he had to offer.
Out and in, she accepted his offering, savoring the thickness and length that stuffed into her depths. She pulled at him. She urged him on to even harder and grinding plunges. She whimpered and groaned in delight, as he plowed into her honey furrow of desire.
They worked together, man and woman. They strove to attain the maximum satisfaction of their union. They hunched and bucked, each giving and taking. Together they became one; one hungry union of flesh that was whipped and lashed by the consuming fever of their lust.
When she came, it was hard and violent. Again her whole body went rigid, clamping itself around his thick rod embedded within the mouth of her belly. She groaned, moaned and cried out in the rapture of her orgasm. Her body quaked and writhed under the released needs of her lust. Her cunt tightened and relaxed in rapid contractions, milking at the manstaff she worshipped.
He no longer moved, but simply hung over the black-tressed goddess, letting those lovely, rhythmic undulations of her pleasure overloaded pussy do all the work. Hot and thick the waves of sexual cream blasted up from his balls. His body jerked and twitched under the prodigious sensations of his coming.
His outstretched arms quivered and trembled. His locked elbows quavered as their rigidity seemed to melt under the strength of his release. He collapsed, his full weight dropping atop the voluptuous woman beneath him. She grunted under the sudden impact, then wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight as she sailed through the multi-colored clouds of ecstasy he had released in her body.
He made no attempt to free himself. Instead he just lay there reveling in the extraordinary marvelous feel of her body beneath his, as his cock emptied the last spurts of its lust into her quivering channel of love.