Chapter 6
As far as Sidlander was concerned, nothing had happened. His erection was as stolid as ever, and though Gail was lying back in the tub, gasping, he still wanted satisfaction. It made him happy he was able to make her come, first. More than one broad he had been with was incapable of climaxing, and it always seemed to cast some kind of aspersion on his masculinity that the individual was incapable of achieving her satisfaction. But now that Gail had enjoyed her own summit, Sidlander intended enjoying his, and he'd be damned if he'd come by letting her pull him off. No sir! He intended fucking this one, here and now.
The two of them pulled apart, then rose and stepped out of the tub, still dripping wet. Gail was shaking and trembling as her orgasm seemed to temporarily drain her. She leaned against Sidlander, clinging to him, as if there was nothing solid inside her to keep her standing up. She had damn near lost consciousness at the peak of her climax, and now she felt a strong desire to lie down and go to sleep. And yet her mind was swarming with a multitude of thoughts.
Was it possible Sam had so awakened her climaxing instincts she no longer had control over herself?
Though she had often come with Sam's hard cock in her scathing cunt, it had taken Sidlander's fingers to make her peak. Was she capable of coming with this man's cock?
Was it possible, that because of her prolonged chastity prior to letting Sam fuck her, she was now capable of climaxing in every way, with almost any man? This was something she had to find out.
"You okay?" Sidlander asked.
"Oh my, yes," she nodded, still breathing heavily.
He took a soft towel from the nearby towel rack and began to gently dry her off. And the movement of the towel, especially when he dried her between her thighs, brought new life to her. Suddenly she realized his huge cock was still there, and needed to be handled. Yes, yes, let him fuck her with it so she'd be able to find out whether or not she was capable of climaxing with a cock other than Sam's.
After he'd finished drying the two of them off, Sidlander lifted Gail and carried her into her bedroom. He was deceptively strong. He set her down on the bed, and she lay back, staring up at the massively erect phallus. It was even larger now than before, jutting out as it did from the patch of light-brown hair on his pelvis. Drops of lubricant seeped from it, much like saliva from a slavering mouth as the swollen head pulsed in anticipation of what was about to happen. It looked like a broadsword ready to rip her wide open, yet she-knew she was capable of handling it. Hell! If she was able to handle Sam's baton, she would have no trouble with this one.
And handle it she did, except when Sidlander came, some moments later, Gail had not had a second orgasm. It wasn't until the man palpated her vagina with his thumb that she achieved her second climax, and Gail realized the awful truth: Sam was the only man able to make her come with his cock. She would remain here the rest of the weekend with Sidlander, but even now she knew the man's cock would never make her climax.