Chapter 5
Gail hadn't had any kind of vacation since her honeymoon, and going to the Rampion Hotel with her employer, Holloway Sidlander, was a thrill for her. He had ordered a suite with two bedrooms, though Gail knew better than to think both bedrooms would be used. Yet Sidlander was kind enough to make it appear as if they had separate bedrooms.
It was late in the afternoon when they arrived at the hotel, and, just as Sidlander had claimed, there was a convention going on. It was an insurance convention.
Sidlander was a top insurance broker, and he always made various conventions given by various companies. He usually attended six different conventions each year.
There was a meeting of all the brokers at five-thirty, and Sidlander insisted Gail be there. She was to carry a small tape recorder in her purse, and record whatever was said. Later, when they returned to the office on Monday, she'd be able to transcribe it all to paper.
The meeting lasted a half-hour, then the brokers parted, going to their rooms. Dinner was at eight. Gail was overjoyed, since this would give her time for a soothing bath.
When she and Sidlander entered the suite, the woman gasped. She was unaccustomed to such luxury. The carpet was almost ankle-deep, and everything was a soft shade of blue, including the satin draperies and the gauze curtains covering the windows.
Gail went to what was ostensibly her bedroom, wondering why Sidlander had not yet made any kind of move. So far, he hadn't tried to so much as hold her hand, and Gail was afraid the man might have been serious when he said he wanted her there for business purposes.
"We share a joint bathroom," Sidlander told her. "Do you wish to use it, first?" He was standing in her bedroom doorway.
"Please," she nodded. "I'm dying for a soak in the bathtub."
"I want a shower, myself. Hey, look," he told her, "the stall shower is separate from the tub. Let me go in first and shower, and while I'm in the shower, you can take your bath."
"While you're still in the bathroom?" she asked. "I'll be behind an almost-opaque shower door," he assured her.
"All right," she nodded. "I'll give you ten minutes to get into the shower, then I'm coming in."
Going to the closet, Gail found her clothing had been hung up by one of the hotel maids. She found her robe, hurriedly undressed, and put it on while Sidlander went back to his own bedroom, then went into the bathroom. She listened, and when she heard the shower door close while the shower was still running, Gail peered into the bathroom. It was a large, well-lit bathroom, and steam from the shower was already starting to blanket the place. She heard him scrubbing himself in the shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, she ran a tub of hot water, pouring in bath salts, and soon suds all but filled the tub. Taking off the robe, she draped it over the bathroom stool, then stepped into the large, hexagonal tub. The heat immediately began soaking into her tired muscles and bones, making her feel warm and good. She lay there for a good ten minutes before she realized the sound of the shower had stopped.
The bathroom was still steamy, but Gail was able to make out the shower stall. It snapped open, and a wet Holloway Sidlander stepped out. He reached as if to take a towel from the towel bar near the shower, but Gail was unable to miss the truncheon he sported. It was a huge cock, already stiff and hard, leaving little doubt as to what the man had been thinking while he had been in the shower.
"Well, well, well," he said in his gravelly voice. "I don't need my glasses to see you look just like a water nymph."
Gail was annoyed at this obvious ploy. She had hoped her employer would be a bit more subtle about it all. No woman wanted to be thought of as an easy lay.
"Please, Mr. Sidlander . . . " she began.
"Holly," he broke in. "All my friends call me Holly. And when we're alone I want you to consider me a friend, too. In public, we still have an employer-employee relationship, but alone like this, we're friends."
"Holly, then. I wish you hadn't done it this way. I mean, I knew what you wanted when you invited me here, and I was willing, provided you treated me like a lady and showed me some respect. I mean, I'm not a tramp."
Sidlander walked over to the tub, his thick cock stiffly moving before him. Gail was able to see it was just the littlest bit thinner and smaller than Sam's.
"Don't be such a prude," he smiled, staring down at the bare white shoulders showing above the bubbles. It was plain from the gleam in his eyes he was aware of the glorious shape underneath the soap. The curving neckline and smooth flesh made Sidlander hungry. In his mind, a woman this sensuous was surely getting it from someone. He had watched her for a long time, always hungry for her, but never wanting to mix business with sex, since Gail was a very efficient secretary. But in the past few weeks, the woman had become even more radiant, as if someone was really pumping away. Well now it was his turn. Gail was no dummy. When he had invited her to this convention, she knew full well what to expect. Where did she come off giving him this crap about his not respecting her? Didn't he order a suite with separate bedrooms, to give the appearance she was sleeping by herself? What the hell was he supposed to do . . . send up a dozen roses, ply her with champagne, then seduce her in her own bedroom in the middle of the night, peeling away wisps of clothing a bit at a time while her mind floated free and easy? Hell! That was a crock! He had brought her here with the express purpose of getting laid. He didn't need notes taken at this convention or at any other convention. She was getting a free, all-expense-paid weekend at a plush hotel, where she would be entitled to do any shopping-within reason, and in return, she was giving Sidlander the use of her body as often as he wished, for as long as he wished. Hell! Maybe the hard-to-get attitude was just an act, so she'd be able to convince herself she hadn't merely surrendered her body the moment he had asked.
"Would you mind covering that thing up and walking out of here so I can get out of the tub," Gail insisted.
"You're damn right I'd mind it," Sidlander told her, stepping closer to the tub. "Right now, what this body of mine needs is some more soap suds. Move over, honey. Holly is coming in."
"Holly . . . Mr. Sidlander . . . stop it. Don't! No! You can't!" Gail gasped, staring, terrified as the man put one foot into the hexagonal tub. Then his other foot was in and he was standing directly over her. For some reason he seemed so much heavier completely naked. His shoulders and forearms were smooth and bulging with a little bit of muscle, while his belly was rounded and bulged a little above his pelvis. Not that it was a bad sight. Gail knew she was able to live with a man as fleshy as Holly Sidlander. His belly didn't bother her . . . too much. And his hairy chest looked nice and masculine. His thighs weren't at all heavy, and she had to admit his cock was nice and thick. True, it lacked the full length and breadth of the one sported by Sam Mallo, but it was still a nice cock. Certainly Sidlander had nothing to be ashamed of. Yet Gail eventually wanted this man to marry her. Giving him her cunt so easily might make him shy off. After all, the man might reason that if she was this readily available to him, she might be equally available to other men. So the dark-haired woman shrank to the far side of the bathtub, trying to cling to the cold tile wall in the corner.
Sidlander stopped for an instant, enjoying the sight of her body as the soapsuds swirled away from it. He enjoyed her incredibly naked loveliness as she half-lifted herself out of the tub. Her eyes were wide with astonishment. Suds were streaked in fluffy lines across her firm, small breasts, running down the flat of her belly, into the inwardly curving chamber between her thighs. Lots of suds clung to her pubic hair, as well as to her wet hips and thighs.
To Holly Sidlander, who had enjoyed his share of women, Gail was just another lay. True, he hoped to maintain a working relationship with her, hoping this would not cause her to eventually leave the office. But Sidlander was a bachelor by choice, knowing at his age, fifty, he was still choice property for a female. When he aged another fifteen years, he might then consider marriage to a nice homebody who would be able to devote herself to his comfort the rest of his life. But for now, he wanted to go on tasting the various women the world had to offer, knowing he "passed this way but once."
The man had to admit Gail was truly a beautiful woman. From the dark bangs on her forehead, shading her wide eyes, to her slender ankles hidden beneath the soap, she was all woman. She had the kind of body that would stop a race-car driver just before the finish line. The hot, wet, glowing reality of her naked body was too much for him to resist. Christ! He had to have some of it. He was aware of his stamina, and knew if he came once, now, he'd be able to raise another erection by the time they went to bed. But he wanted into this pretty pussy.
"Holly . . . please!" Gail begged. "For the love of heaven leave me alone right now," she pleaded, her eyes darting around, looking for hand-holds. Little by little she was inching herself out of the water.
Sidlander's eyes narrowed in licentious expectation as he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the wall. He was moaning as his face approached hers. Gail opened her mouth to object, only to feel his lips clamp against hers while his tongue lanced into her mouth. He clung to her ripe lips almost frantically. Gail tried to anguishedly twist her head to the side, her wrists pushing back against the steel grip of his hands. Somehow she managed to twist her face away from his, but his mouth pressed against her cheek and kissed there, as well as against the slender length of her white neck. Soon he was kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and her throat. And it was obvious from the way his tongue licked out that he found her a tasty morsel wherever he kissed her. Every part of her body seemed to be a delicious treat to the man, as if she was made for kissing as well as for fucking. She was moaning and sighing, jerking her head this way and that as Sidlander's kisses continued raining all over her.
"Holly.. . no.. . stop it.. . don't. . . please.. . don't do this . . . for heavens' sake . . . " she gasped.
"Come on, honey," Sidlander gasped. "You admitted you know why I invited you here. Hell! You're the most delectable female I've ever seen. Come on! Give me a little now, before supper. It'll perk up both our appetites."
Sidlander tugged the woman against his own wet body, fiercely clinging to her, mashing the silky, wet warmth of her white flesh against him, his stolid penis standing straight up between their pressing bellies. One of his hands slid behind her then came up and almost viciously gripped the back of her head holding her still as he kissed her. Blast after blast of delicious sensation shot through the man as he held Gail close. His hairy chest blanketed her soft, firm breasts. Her nipples were digging through the matted curls and scraping against his own flesh. His tongue stiffened and fucked straight into her mouth again, pushing between her teeth and wandering through her soft, warm, wet oral cavern. Because his hand gripped her head, Gail was unable to turn away, and Sidlander seemed to glory in the scintillating, tingling stings that rampantly ran through his trembling loins.
Gail was afraid, now. She had come here to be fucked, but lovingly fucked. This was roughness to which she had become unaccustomed since coming to know Sam Mallo. She shoved with her hands, trying to push the man away from her, but she was unable to break her employer's grip. Her breathing was heavy now, pouring out through her nostrils since he had complete control of her mouth. The way his mouth tugged on her tongue made Gail think the man was going to suck the very life out of her. What was wrong with him? Why was he behaving so crazily? Had he somehow or other managed to get drunk since they had arrived? She didn't think so. He really hadn't had an opportunity. She kept on squirming and pushing against him, and her foot slipped on the slick, wet flooring of the bathtub. She would have fallen and hurt herself had his grip on her not been so firm. Even so, his fingers felt brutal.
Sidlander's mouth finally peeled away from hers, and he was loudly panting as he stared into her wide, frightened eyes. Their faces were mere inches apart, and she was able to see the crooked smile twisting his lips.
"Be careful," Sidlander said to her. "You could hurt yourself, and then we wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves, at all. I just saved you from a nasty fall. Now you hold onto me."
Grabbing her arms, Sidlander wrapped them around his slightly swollen body, pressing her close as his own hands cupped her naked, rounded buttocks, rotating her so her pelvis all but swallowed up the thickness of his poker as it rubbed against her pubic bush. At the same time he clamped his mouth on hers, kissing her even harder.
Flames jolted through Gail's body, searing her as she felt her genitals mashed up against Sidlander's throbbing penis. Her ass-cheeks became hotter and hotter in the squeezing clutch of his insistently moving fingers. The heated bath water had drained much of her strength, and along with it, her will to resist. The blood-bloated, passion-aroused phallus was throbbing in twitching spasms against the softness of her flat belly and mons, and his tongue was rampantly fucking its way in and out of her anxious mouth like a tiny, slender pink prick.
Gail's arms tightened around Sidlander's body, and her hands began sliding up and down his back, shoulders, and even his flat buttocks. The hardness of his masculine body, even though it had a little fat on it, was becoming more and more exciting under the pressure of her wandering palms. His steely, digging tongue in her soft, moist mouth was lapping in time with the continually insistent throb of his totally rigid prick. Now Gail began allowing her own tongue to respond, and found herself licking his oral extension as a low moan filled her throat. The two of them began a lingual duel, lashing tongues from one mouth to the other and back again, sucking, teasing, tantalizing, cajoling and fencing as the soap bubbles slowly but surely evaporated from around their bodies.
The two stood in the tub, locked together, huffing, puffing with eagerness now, feeling how incredibly enjoyable it was to rub their naked bodies together. They kissed and hugged, squirming and writhing against one another for countless minutes as the steam totally receded and the bathroom mirrors were almost clear, again. At one point, in the middle of a kiss, Gail opened her eyes and looked past Sidlander's face into the mirror behind him. She saw the reflections of their bodies pressed against one another, and it occurred to her how ridiculous she looked pressed against this man. When she saw herself with Sam, it always looked so natural. But with Holly Sidlander it seemed almost grotesque. The sight hit her hard, breaking the spell she had slowly been falling under. What was she doing? Had she become a complete tramp? Was sex the only way she was able to relate to men, now? First Sam, now Holly Sidlander?
"No!" she suddenly screamed, her shout bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. "No! Holly! No! It's just not right!" she shouted as she ripped her lips from his and struggled, pushing against his hairy chest.
"It sure as hell is right," Sidlander insisted, twisting her two arms behind her, then gripping the two wrists with one hand while his other hand began playing with the solid nipples of her small, firm breasts. He was breathing raggedly and tautly as he said, "No more horsing around. We both know the reason for your being here. And don't try to kid me about your not wanting it just as much as me. A moment ago you were fairly begging me for it."
His one hand gripped her wrists a bit more tightly, while the hand massaging her nipples now slid down to the juncture between her white, delectable thighs. His finger slid, with some delightful resistance, into the tightness of her sucking pussy, pushing all the way in, then sliding out and rubbing up and down the length of her sucking inner labia. The moment he touched Gail there, she felt lost. The merest titillation made her body respond. She shut her eyes and threw her head back, leaving her long white throat exposed, a soft stem to be loved and kissed and bitten. The small hills of Gail's round, ripe breasts stood up regally from the sensuous plain of her white rib cage, their tips the color of pink roses, the nipples as large and as tasty in appearance as muscatel grapes.
Sidlander lowered his head and closed his lips around the two nipples, one at a time. He sucked, then carefully, lightly bit, nibbling with his teeth around one hard, swollen pellet of pink sweetness. And all the while his finger slid up and down between the wet, sucking inner lips of her tantalized pussy, feeling the honeyed liquid stickily seeping out onto his moving hand. Christ! It had been a long time since he'd had a female this sweet.
Gail gasped, feeling the grip of Sidlander's other hand on her wrists as her arms remained tugged behind her back. Her upper arms were aching from the pressure, yet her mind was slowly able to forget the discomfort because of the delightful, tingling sensations caused by his nibbling teeth and sucking lips as they worked on her nipples. And then there was that probing finger as it pushed its way back into the sucking depths of her throbbing vagina. Oh Lord! She wasn't able to take much more of this. She'd come then and there, standing up in the bath tub. His sucking, slurping mouth seemed to be reaching something deep down inside her, bringing wild sensations through her breasts and then through the rest of her body until she was totally overwhelmed by what Sidlander was doing. He sucked all the more strongly, his method of lovemaking different from that of either her former husband, or Sam Mallo. Perhaps it was the very difference that made her succumb to it so readily. The taut, inward pull of her vaginal muscles was something completely uncontrolled. His working mouth and moving finger had more control over her than were she a marionette being pulled by strings.
Gail was panting insanely, her breast heaving up and down with maddening rhythm as she no longer fought, but waited with anticipation for what Sidlander was going to do, next. Her aching body was burning with need, wanting more and more. The entire intricate mechanism of her soft, smooth, tender body was slowly but certainly being readied for what was inevitably to take place, next. The man's finger was plunging in and out of the tight wetness of her creaming cunt like a piston moving through a custom-designed valve. He was playing her like a finely tuned Stradivarius, and the music now eeling from between her compressed lips sounded like the eerie strain of a violin string imitating the sonorous wail of a loud banshee. Her keening sounds seemed to echo off the tile walls again and again.
Sidlander felt a wild elation growing inside him as Gail's lithe, white, feminine form wriggled, then arched and writhed as she cried out because of the rapture brought on by his sucking mouth and moving finger. She felt the massiveness of his cock against her thigh, and by now, it had grown so immense, it felt as if it was every bit as long and as thick as the one Sam had plunged into her for so many Friday nights. The woman stared down to see its strength, noting it had a white bole compared to the rich pink shank of Sam's penis. But this one seemed to pulse, twitch, and jerk all the more rapidly, the head a rich red, oozing more and more dribbles of lubrication. She saw her own black-haired muff, the pink inner lips swollen and thick, all wet with her own vaginal secretions. Little by little her labia seemed to be opening like flower petals. The insides of her upper, slender thighs were sodden and dripping.
Sidlander slid his finger out of Gail's aroused cunt, reached down and, grabbing his cock, pushed the head against the slick, wet lips of the girl's pulsing, syrupy labia. The contact of the rubbery head, rubbing against her inner labia, made Gail gasp a loud, "Oooooh!"
And Sidlander, feeling the softness of her wet cuntlips, almost fell out of the tub. Christ! For Sidlander, the touch of Gail's body against his own was like a long-awaited dream finally coming true. Even so, the reality was almost dream-like. Sidlander slickly moved his weight, massive cock up and down against her outer lips, then against her inner lips, moving it more and more rapidly. Jesus! It was almost impossible to stop now that he'd started it. He felt he would shortly blow his mind.
Gail's back was arched, she was staring up at the ceiling, and she was standing on her toes, the better to feel the point of Sidlander's cock as it continued massaging the curlicued shapes of her inner cuntlips, soaking in the heavy lather oozing from inside her. Her thighs opened all the wider, spreading, spreading, spreading as her pelvis ground and rotated wildly against the pulsating cock-head.
Sidlander's hand had released Gail's wrists, and it had moved around in front, massaging her breasts, stroking and caressing them, tugging on her tender nipples, sending fiery needles of ecstasy shooting through the entire body of the gasping woman.
Gail flexed her pelvis and inner loins, and her vaginal lips slipped over the tip of Sidlander's throbbing rod, feeling the way it heatedly burgeoned just inside her vaginal tunnel. The woman was incapable of stopping the movement of her hips as they thrust back and forth. The pressure behind her inner labia was so great, Gail thought the massive dork had already plunged to its full length inside her. Yet, when she looked down, she was able to see most of it outside, awaiting entry.
Sidlander also looked down at the rapture-inciting motions of their genitals coming into contact and attempting to join more solidly. He thrust harder, sending the littlest bit more of cock into the woman.
Gail was swiftly becoming oblivious to everything except what was happening between her anxious thighs. She was also aware of his moving hands as they burned their way up and down the length of her anxious body. She felt she was swiftly building up to the point of no return. It was only moments away. Her head tossed from side to side, her long black hair whipping one way, then another as her bangs danced up and down on her white forehead. Oh God! She felt as if she were ready to be totally immolated. Her entire body shook when Sidlander's hands caught her smooth, rounded hips, then tugged on her, guiding her body until the blood-swollen, throbbing, rounded point of his enlarged penis slid out of her teeming depths and pressed against the tiny love-bud of her swollen clitoris. To Gail, it was as if an electric cattle prod had touched her sensitive spot.
"Eeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaaaiiiiiggggghhhhh!" the woman screamed, feeling the shooting electricity blast in a zigzag line through her trembling torso as Sidlander's swollen masculine rapier-point literally massaged itself against her throbbing clitoris, and sparks began showering through her until she was certain she would short-circuit. The shuddering woman reached up and grabbed Sidlander's shoulders, gripping them firmly to steady herself. With her toes still touching the bottom of the tub she stretched herself out, arching her back even more, spreading her feet apart of keep the electric current flowing through her. If anything, she sought to increase the voltage she was feeling.
Sidlander's ass muscles automatically tightened against each other as he rammed forward with his hairy pubis, pressing against the button at the apex to
Gail's inner labia. As if his cock, pressing against the button of Gail's clit, had set off a buzzer within the woman, she shrieked and shuddered. It was as if Sidlander's penis, being different from Sam's, was bringing on an instant orgasm simply because it was different. Sidlander realized Gail was close to her satisfaction. Knowing how difficult it was to bring a woman off, he was more than willing to let her attain completion.
Even as she rubbed her clit against Sidlander's pulsing penis, Gail realized her oncoming orgasm was going to be due to the massage of her clitoris, and not because the man was fucking her. His cock was not inside her. She wondered if Sidlander was capable of making her come the way Sam always did. Not that she had anything against a clitoral climax, but she wanted her share of vaginal orgasms, as well.
Her thighs clamped themselves around Sidlander's hips, and the action caused his feet to slip. He fell down, ass-first in the tub, splashing water all over the place. Water streamed all over their bodies, running down in rivulets as Gail's thighs clamped themselves even more tightly around Sidlander's hips. The man was holding her close, reaching out for something. And then she saw him grab the soap in the soap dish. He began lathering her body all over, but taking a lot of time between her breasts, letting his fingers linger on her nipples. Gail had her eyes wide open, staring at him, seeing the smile on his face, realizing he was happy not only because of the pleasure he was feeling, but because of the enjoyment she was getting from being touched by him. Her eyes seemed to reach out and hold him as his hands massaged her boobs, rubbing the nipples until they were no longer pink, but blood-red.
The feel of Gail's firm, round breasts against his palm, while his pulsing cock continued rubbing against her pelvis, and his balls now scrubbed against her capsule-like clitoris, sent new blasts of delight shooting through the man's already aroused thighs. He soaped his own belly, leaning back so he was able to get some soap on his cock, as well, then began lathering the woman's thighs, buttocks, and hips. Then his fingers moved between her thighs, and his hands began frenetically massaging her clitoris.
Gail gasped, bucking and grinding the front of her vagina against Sidlander's moving hand, trying to capture some of his fingers between her cuntlips, where she was certain her muscles would hold onto it. Lord! She loved the sensation of something either in her cunt, or on her clitoris. His hand reached even further down, and two fingers of his actually did enter her throbbing cunt, while his thumb pressed against her aching clit. Her frantic inner muscles tightly clamped down on the digits, clinging to his fingers and squeezing them. Gail began wildly trembling, shaking and moaning incoherently.
Reaching down with her own hands, Gail began yanking on the man's pulsing cock as if holding onto it would save her life. At the same time,, her cunt continued clinging to the soap-covered pair of fingers inside, while she rampantly pressed her extended clitoris upon-the massaging finger. Her juice-slicked pussy sucked hungrily as the woman began jumping up and down in the tub with her legs still locked around Sidlander's paunchy waist.
"Unngghhh . . . oooggghhh . . . aaannnggghhh . . . eeeyyyaaaggghhh . . . " the woman cried out, spreading her thighs a little more, giving Sidlander's hand freer access to her womanly hollow. He wanted to stuff his cock inside her, but it was all but impossible. Gail's hand had too tight a grip on his throbbing organ, and her sucking interior refused to release his fingers, as if keeping them inside would force his thumb to remain against her clitoris. Her vagina was sucking on his fingers like a hungry oyster. She seemed to have hundreds of mini-fingers inside, pulling on his digits and all but scraping the outer flesh. Gail felt the fingers continually slice into the tenderness of her vaginal flesh, almost cutting her into ribbons inside, but it was the pressure of her thumb on her clitoris that built the rapture even higher within her.
The love-starved mother held her employer tightly around his fleshy waist with her own thighs, while her hands now gripped his shoulders. With this kind of leverage she was able to lift and lower herself, bouncing with a certain amount of ease against the fingers working in and on her leaking pussy. Her thighs felt the pressure of his swollen cock, as well as the mass of doughy scrotum beneath, and she wished she had the penis inside her, but it was too late. She had reached that point of no return, and to stop now would only kill the feeling of the climax welling up strongly inside her. All sense of sensation had fallen away from her, save for the continual pressure of his thumb against her clitoris. There, she felt a screaming, uncontrollable itch. It was as if all her pleasure was now concentrated in that tiny node. And then it began building.
"Uhhhh! Hhhuuuuuunnnnnhhhh! aaaahhhh!" she began gasping, as she chanted even louder, slamming her pelvis into his working fingers with harder, faster jerks, massaging the pole of his prick with her thighs, but unable to grip it tightly. Up and down she bounced, repeatedly impaling herself on the two fingers thrust into her, rotating against the thumb pressing against her aching clit as she bounced with frenzied passion. And then, she felt the incredible spasms come pouring down through her, swelling, enlarging, peaking, building to a massive crest. At last, the entire world seemed to fall away, and she was there. "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHH! GGGG-AAAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH! OH GOD! I'M . . . YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . COMMMM-IIINNNNGGGAAAGGGHH!! ! " She screamed again and again, her pelvis now slamming against Sidlander's body, all but breaking the fingers squeezed into her crushing tunnel. Bone nearly met bone as her flat belly smacked against his fleshy stomach as Gail felt herself totally dissolved in a molten eruption of thrilling lava that blasted on and on.