Chapter 4
Matthew Fullhan was in a seventh heaven of delight, and if this was a dream, he didn't care if he never awakened from it. Eleanor had gently led him into the bathroom, and there proceeded to make him strip entirely naked except for socks, while she herself, after taking washcloth and soap and very daintily washing and drying his limpened weapon, unbuttoned her toreador blouse and hung it up over the towel rack, standing there enchantingly naked save for garter belt, nylons and spike-heeled pumps. His eyes goggled at the sight of her, and already his penis began to throb and stiffen with reinvigoration at the delectable sight of her round, cantaloupe-like breasts with their wide, pale-coral areolae and perky, darker-tinted nipple buds which rose and enticingly proffered themselves at every breath as if begging for caresses from fingers and tongue and lips. Almost guiltily, he looked downwards, seeing the shallow wide nook of her belly button, and then the thickly luxuriant dark-golden fleece which began at the lower abdomen and shrouded the soft fleshy pink cuntal lips almost enough to hide them from view. In many ways, her figure resembled that of Astrid's, in the contrast between the slender waist and the arrogantly rounded breasts and buttocks and womanly thighs. But the difference was that she was wanton and uninhibited, playful and imaginative, and that she had learned the art of decor to set off half-nakedness and make it even more erotically overpowering to her male admirer and partner than total nakedness could ever have been.
"I can tell you like me a little, Matt honey," she whisperingly confided as she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. Then, to his gasping delight, she lowered her head and sucked each of his nipples and flicked her tonguetip over them, then slowly sank down on her knees and traced a vertical line with her rasping soft velvety pink tongue down past his navel and to the head of his throbbing, newly aching lance.
"Let's go find ourselves a bedroom where we can really be alone and forget about everything else, lover," she murmured huskily as she rose to her feet. Playfully, she put out left thumb and forefinger and grasped him at the circumcisional groove. "Come along, darling, come along with Mama! I'm going to show you how accommodating a new little wifie can be to her big strong hubby."
Thus, after all these years, sober, meek Matthew Fullhan was ecstatically converted to understand that guilt and shame and fear in sexual play destroy the ardor and the inventiveness and, most of all, the sweet sharing of lovemaking. Once again, and this time not quite so guiltily as at the outset of this adventure, his mind went back to Astrid and her coy and shrinking tactics whenever bedtime neared. Intellectual though she was, there wasn't any reason why she shouldn't have as much fun in sex as he was having right now with this gorgeous blonde collegian.
Eleanor turned and locked the door, then put the key in the top dresser drawer, while he moved to the huge double bed and sat down on the edge. His skin was prickling and his nerves tingling with a thousand new desires. It was as if, once he had crossed the threshold of this apartment, he had cast away his puritanical outlook on life and discovered how much he had been missing by not enjoying life to the hilt with all the zest it was possible for a virile male to bring to the enjoyment of it.
"Go on, darling, lie down on your back and put your hands under your head like a pillow. Let Mama do all the work." Her husky voice seduced, bewitched and eagerly encouraged him, and he at once obeyed, blushing nonetheless as he saw his penis once again massively erect and thrusting up impatiently to be housed in the snug fitting between her soft pink cuntal lips. She moved slowly, hands cupping her ripe round breasts as if to offer them to him, moving so slowly that he had ample time to detail her, to see how fluently the sheer nylons acted like a second skin in every movement of those long delightfully contoured legs, how the tabs of the garter belt clung and moved with her motions, and how the thick curls of her pubic fleece seemed at times to part and show just for an instant the mysterious pink grotto of her delectable, provocative, and yearning cunt.
She knelt down before him, still cupping her breasts and fondling them, a quizzical little smile on her red lips. "Shall I take the upper hand and seduce you, lover?" she purred.
"Go ahead. Oh Eleanor, I can't believe this is happening, you're just too marvelous!" he babbled.
"That's very flattering, sir, and you're going to pay dearly for it. Now, you aren't quite so self-conscious as you were before? You see, once you take all your clothes off, you shed all your hangups along with them. Always remember that. And now spread your legs just a little more so I can get between them . . . there, that's a good boy! Oh my, doesn't he look formidable again! Mama is going to have to do something about that, see if she doesn't!"
Playfully, arching her loins forward, she rubbed the silky curls of her pubis against the straining, angrily swollen tip of his throbbing penis, and then, with a sinuous twist of her hips that set his blood to boiling, rubbed the very cuntal lips themselves over the glans. He himself, dying to thrust inward, to penetrate and feel the tight constriction of her cuntal sheath against the full imbedded length, of his weapon. But, laughing softly, playfully, Eleanor swerved herself so that he couldn't quite attain that goal.
"That's-that's mean-Ellie-I want to do it to you-please, Ellie-please!" he hoarsely pleaded.
Once again she divertingly rubbed the thick dark-golden fronds of her love-core against the twitching, plum-shaped head of his penis, and then again for just a thrilling instant, let him taste the maddening friction as her soft pink crinkly cuntal lips brushed over the straining glans. But when again with a groan he arched himself up to penetrate her, she shifted her loins away and giggled teasingly.
"You-you ought to be spanked for that!" he heard himself saying.
"I know it. You can do it later, and you'll see how it'll get you ready again for Mama. But now Mama's going to stop her teasing and really give it to you. Get all nice and ready, Matt lover!"
And this time, putting her hands down to caress and stroke his bulging, aching penis, leaving one hand there to guide it while with the thumb and forefinger of the other she opened the sweet gates of her woman-core, Eleanor sank down to impale herself, her head tilting back and a rhapsodic look of sensual ecstasy tensing her lovely face.
With a moan of delight, she sank down until he had hilted himself inside her warm snug housing, and he could feel the tight and convulsive contractions of her vaginal walls, nibbling and kissing and clipping and clenching against his manroot.
The dull, continuous aching longing flared within him; yet he understood now that it was less destructive than the first ferocious, blind passion he had had when she had first come to sit down beside him. She had indeed "taken off the edge", and Matthew Fullhan had learned one of the most vital lessons in erotic wooing.
"Don't you dare move now, you just lie there like a sultan and let Mama be your loving slave, and you can spank her if it isn't nice, I promise," she whispered.
Her fingers reached out now to tickle his paps and his chest and stomach, to fleet along his sides and armpits, while slowly she raised herself up, then sank down again. She gasped at the sweet taste of friction, for Eleanor herself was becoming highly aroused by this inventive play. And the thought that she was restoring to this staid, sober, and humorless man the joy and zest which she herself brought to sexual union helped excite her.
Altering the cadence, sometimes rising up quickly and then suspending herself just with his penis tip at the very brink of her twitching cuntal lips, sometimes again moving up and down swiftly to give them both the exquisite acerbation of repeated friction, the honey-haired young callgirl taught Matthew Fullhan the full gamut of passionate and imaginative union. When at last his face twisted from side to side, flushed, his eyes bulging and glassy, his chest heaving and when he felt himself burst inside of her, it was to know the most glorious fulfillment of his secretly hidden lusts even beyond what he had believed possible.
A long while later, as they passed a cigarette between them, Eleanor lying beside him with an arm under his shoulders and her right hand playing with his limpened organ, she whispered, "You know, darling, you're really quite terrific in bed and I also am ready to bet this is the first time you've ever gone out on the town, isn't it?"
"Yes-Ellie-I can't explain it-but it's as if I'd just come alive tonight-thanks to you, it's been just heaven."
"Don't talk about it in the past tense yet, darling. The night is far from over and then we've got tomorrow too, that is, if you aren't tired of me by then. My goodness, he's getting hard again, would you believe it? I don't want to talk about-you know, your wife, darling- but tell me the truth, do you and she have fun like this?"
He shook his head, frowning at the memory.
"I'm sorry, I won't say anything like that again. But I sort of guessed, you know. If she's got a nice figure, there's no reason she can't be your dream girl just the way you're making me now," she went on almost contritely.
"I wish to hell she could," he said fervently, with a deep sigh.
"But she can. All you have to do is take the upper hand and be the master. Look, like right now, I've been a naughty girl talking about your wife when we shouldn't even think about such things. I'm going to go over your lap now and I want you to give my bare bottom a good hard smacking. I mean it, Matt. And you'll see if you aren't really ready to give it to me again after that. Maybe that will give you an idea at home."
With this, reaching over to crush out the cigarette stub in the ashtray in the little table beside the bed, Eleanor felinely crawled across his lap and, clasping her hands beyond her, meekly bowed her head and arched up her lush round tawny-sheened bottomcheeks, tightening them and letting them relax, to excite him with the choreography of her agile gluteal muscles.
"Do it," she pleaded, "good and hard, I mean it! Make me cry, make me beg you to let me off so I can fuck you good and hard, darling!"
He uttered a groan of passion, for her words had roused the dormant longing deep within him. Suddenly, this naked beauty with her long lovely legs sheathed in nylons and the garter belt adding its dramatic contrast against the tawny satin of her bare flesh, had become Astrid.
His left arm instinctively cradled round her waist, his right hand palpated the tensing globes of her bare behind, and then he began to slap. At first, lightly, but as she wriggled and twisted, taunted him, encouraged him, the slaps grew stingingly hard and noisy, and her soft flesh turned a vivid red.
Gasping and squirming, kicking so that her pumps flew off onto the floor, Eleanor at last breathlessly and tearfully begged, "Ooohh, that's enough, lover, please fuck me instead, please, I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had if you'll only stop spanking my poor bottom!"
With a cry of triumph, Matthew Fullhan rolled her over onto her back, and fell upon her.
And this time there was no question of his being meek or gallant in the act of love. This time, he was truly the master, and thereby, with all his senses riotously kindled, he could know at last the hot conflagration of ferocious and deliciously imaginative lust. . . .