Chapter 14
Dinner was over, and the two of them were relaxing in front of the TV set, both on the same sofa, but at opposite ends. At eleven, he rose, turned off the set, and went to the liquor cabinet, saying, "I'm in the mood for a drink. Will you join me?"
She was tempted to ask him if he intended to try drinking from the same chalice he had tried using the last time. Instead, she merely shook her head and said, "No, thank you, I'm not thirsty."
She was anxious for him to fuck her. It was cold outside, and as far as she was concerned, let Izzie freeze his balls off out there. He deserved to have that happen.
Still, she had to make Tom think she was reluctant. She got to her feet and went into the master bedroom. Susan was aware Tom was behind her, and he didn't have any drink in his hand. She had to pretend fear this time, to make him believe he still terrified her, because if he thought that, and if he believed he had once again conquered her, it would be easier for him to accept her being sincere about being nice to him. Even now, through her fear-acting, it was difficult to keep her adoration for this man hidden from him who had enslaved her.
She turned in time to feel his hands on her shoulders. They slowly moved down her arms, and she looked away, saying, "I don't want you to touch me." It was the most resistance she was able to muster, though the anticipatory shuddering that ran through her was mistaken for fear, which made him smile a little.
"All I want is to be nice to you," he sighed. "How much longer before you realize that?"
He bent his head to her mouth, his arms expertly twining themselves around her. He kissed her very hungrily, and for a split second she almost melted to the deliciousness of his mouth. Then she remembered she had to fight against him, She pushed as hard as she was able, backing away from him.
"Don't," she said, jerking her face away from him. "Not now, not ever. I hate you!"
"Who the hell do you think you're kidding, Susan?" he laughed. "You've loved everything we've done. Even my licking your pussy was something you enjoyed for a moment. I knew by the response. But prissy Susan Kean has to insist on the right or wrong of things. You want to play rough, honey? Fine!"
He pulled her back into his arms, twisting her hands behind her, pinning her wrists together and holding them in a single grip of steel. His fingers seemed to bite into her wrists.
"Ouch!" she yelled.
"You just love being forced, don't you," he smirked.
His other hand caught in her hair, gripping her skull tightly as he shoved her face up to hers. His mouth came down on hers, the tongue plunging into her mouth fiercely.
She felt the heat of his body through his clothing as he clutched her slender form close to his, mashing her firm breasts against his chest, his throbbing phallus like a huge, powerful brad digging into the soft, flat belly under her brown dress. She was pasted to him from mouth to ankles, unable to move more than a fraction of an inch, loving every last little bit of it, feeling the arrogant, ferocious need of him as his hand clamped itself all the more tightly on her skull.
She squirmed and strained against the hand Tom used to hold her skull, his tongue sinking into her sweetly tantalizing, tasty mouth. The oral digit explored every crevice, every pink ridge inside, every warm surface and wet hollow, and Susan was in heaven but didn't dare admit as much for fear he would stop if he found out she was already under his spell. Her slender wrists were still held prisoner in the iron-tight grip of his other fist, almost crushed from the straining way he pressed. He pushed her hands, with his, into the roundness of her buttocks, and she shuddered for a moment, afraid he might try delving in there where she still felt raw pain from what Izzie had done to her. As she struggled she realized, there was indeed a certain amount of fun in making the man work for what he wanted, and she was enjoying this as much as he, though she refused to let on as much.
The sounds coming from Susan's mouth would have been gasping screams of desire had they not been totally stifled by the pressure of Tom's mouth crushing hers, muffling the noises, choking them off in her own throat. His demanding tongue plunged ever deeper into her mouth, fucking with all the brutality of his cock when he had forced her to fellate him. She found breathing difficult, and the aching bone of her skull was beginning to feel strained because of the pressure his hand was constantly putting on it with his clutching fingers. He was going to do it, though. She knew this, and she inwardly smiled, even if his strong kiss prevented her from outwardly doing so. Hot breath was steaming from his nostrils, growing in intensity and urgency, causing mounting thrills in her.
Delight charged down her shuddering spine, but he mistook her quivering for a lethal mixture of tension and hysteria, as if fear and frustration was mixing in her with equal portions of horror and terror.
God! She desperately wished she didn't have to pretend. She wanted nothing more than to make love with this man the rest of her life. Even if it meant being his slave forever. A ticking clock nearby made her think of the multitudes of clocks she had at home. Susan loved ticking clocks, sounding rhythmic noises, letting her know the passage of time was denoting life still went on. Clicking clocks measured the dark and light apportioning of her life as if by heartbeats. Why had she been such a fool? Why had she equated Tom with all the other men she had known in her life? Tom was exceptional, Tom was important, Tom was, in essence, her life. Having found out how much the man meant to her, she had no intention of losing him. She would do anything, anything at all to hang onto him. He was what she had been searching for all her life. She certainly had never belonged with Izzie and his ilk.
At the moment she felt Tom's throbbing phallus grinding firmly into her tender belly. As the man continued moving his hips in a lewdly rotating motion, in spite of the enormity of his stomach, she was able to feel that massively throbbing, burning shaft as it seemingly burned through both their garments and cut into her flesh. Tears of happiness were streaming from her eyes at the moment, but he mistook them for tears of sorrow. She tried to whimper her feelings of desire to him, but the sounds came out like wailing and blubbering. Her head throbbed and a voice reverberated in the chamber of her shuddering mind. Yes! Yes! Yes! She needed something to cleanse her of Izzie's horrendous touch. Yes, yes, that was it! She had to be cleansed, and his cock was the only thing capable of doing just that. He must never, but never find out that Izzie had touched her.
Tom was aware of the tears flowing from her eyes, and he inwardly smiled, for he was certain they were tears of sorrow; sorrow at once again being bested. But he was also aware of the relaxation slowly taking place in Susan's body. She was letting herself relax the littlest bit, but, as usual, he was convinced it was just the beginning. He was getting to her in spite of herself. Yes, he was getting to her.
Tom knew he loved this bitch. He wanted her, but as far as he was concerned, the only way to keep her his forever was to maintain total domination over her. An equal partnership with her would tend to allow her to gain control of everything and destroy their lives. Yes, Susan still had that power. She would always have that power.
In his mind's eye he was already visualizing Susan's magnificent torso, naked, white, gleaming, tantalizing as always. The damn clothes were always an inconvenience. Those incredible breasts, forty years old and still upstanding, like fruit on a tree, ripe fruit that never seemed to age or wither or sag. God! She was so well stacked, so firm, so chewable, so tantalizingly delicious! That pale flesh of hers with only the lightest tinge of pink to it to show that blood coursed beneath the surface of her made her look more like a china doll than a human being. He hadn't touched her since last night, purposely putting it off because of his overpowering desire for her. But now he had to have her, enjoy her, know her in the biblical sense of the word and in every other sense of the word. She was his slave, to be used and re-used, and loved, even if she was unable to appreciate the fact that he loved her. His hands were once again feeling the swells of her body as he released her skull and her wrists in order to traverse the perfect curvature of her. His throbbing cock was jumping like a maniac gone wild. At the moment it was still blindly bundled inside his shorts, threatening to burst forth in all its glory.
Abruptly the beautiful redheaded woman found herself breathing again for the man had torn his gasping mouth from hers, and air rushed in and out of her lungs like typhoons. The two of them stood close together, eye to eye but for the fact that he was slightly taller than she. Susan closed her eyes, not wanting to let him see the happiness inside her, and as a result he thought the tears were drops of sorrow. She wiped her face, but she was aware of her breasts tingling from being mashed for so long against the man's strong chest. Her nipples had thickened and elongated under the tight brassiere she was wearing.
"Get your clothes off!" he ordered harshly.
He stood back from her and wasted no time in beginning to remove his own clothing. The beautiful redheaded woman felt herself unable to move for the moment, overwhelmed with the knowledge she was going to get what she wanted even if the man was unaware she wanted it. Prickles and stings of pain shot through her wrists as the circulation was being restored, and desire for him made her feel weak in the knees.
"May I wash in the bathroom for a moment?" she asked.
He looked at her through narrowed eyes and said, "I should take you the way you are, but I'll let you go."
She thanked him profusely and hurried to the bathroom where she took a moment to wash her vagina again. She also ran soap through her rectum, wanting to make certain no trace whatsoever remained of Izzie. Izzie! She looked at the closed bathroom window. She hadn't bothered even turning on the bathroom light. Let Izzie go to hell!
She stepped out of the bathroom still fully dressed.
"I figured you'd have taken everything off in there," he said, completely naked now, standing in front of her, his want for her very definitely in evidence.
"My zipper," she said, walking over to him, showing him her skirt zipper was stuck.
Damn Izzie! Damn him to hell!
He grabbed the zipper tab and jerked down viciously, and the skirt fell around her knees. Then he tugged down the half-slip, and saw she had no panties on underneath.
"Well, you had the good sense to take those off, anyway," he remarked, not knowing she'd not had them on since Izzie had torn them off her in the motel room.
She stood perfectly still as he undid her blouse and peeled it from her, then took off her brassiere. This time she had the good sense not to try and hide her breasts from him. She panted heavily, seeing the lust continuing to build in his eyes, and she knew that at the moment he still thought of her as his private whore and would use her accordingly. It was her own stupid fault. Everything was her own stupid fault. Her losses in the stock market, her near loss of this man. God! If she had lost Tom, what would she have done? Would she have tried searching out some other person, hoping to find him as amenable and as much of a "sucker" as Tom? Tom was a rare one, and not the least like any other male she had ever known. There were no other men like Tom. He was that one in a billion, and she had been willing to let him go along with all the others. More fool she!
Tom stood back now, once again staring at her, noting the wonderful swells of her lovely breasts supported by the tiny bikini brassiere he had bought her. She was panting, and her breathing made her breasts rise and fall all the more rapidly, the nipples all fired and pointed, pressing against the fabric, clearly visible, and delightful. She had no panties, a garter belt, and brassiere. At the moment she looked more fragile and delightful than ever, and as a result his desire for her intensified. He had to have her, again and again and again. The more he had of her, the more he wanted. He saw the fire on her pelvis, and he thought of the burning bush Moses had seen, where flames rose from it, yet it had never been consumed, and he wondered if Moses had possibly seen one of Jethro's daughters totally naked, and had admired the red of her hair the way he, Tom, was admiring Susan's. The triangle was beckoning to him like a blazing torch.
Susan merely remained dumbly standing there, excitement filling her, causing her breasts to heave up and down all the more rapidly. As a result she saw the man's lust-distorted face leering at her, and it was suddenly too much. He remained standing there with that long, swollen prick of his pointing at her as if she were a mare and he a great, rutting stallion.
Yes, he was indeed an animal, primitive and unmindful of her needs at this point unless they coincided with his own. He had to sink his instrument into some part of her-some part that was hot, hollow, and able to relieve the ache filling him.
"I'm going to fuck you so you won't be able to walk for a Week," he told her.
If she surrendered now, she knew he would accept it. But if she offered one more bit of resistance before surrendering, her surrender would seem that much sweeter to him.
Suddenly she turned her back on him and deliberately began walking away.
"Goddamn you!" he roared. "I told you to pull off that bra, so don't start acting high-and-mighty with me. You're just a strumpet now, Susan. A stupid little cunt, and cunts were meant to be fucked, and by God!: that's what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to fuck you."
He gripped her arm, wheeled her around, then suddenly reached out and tore the brassiere from her body. He also tore the garter belt and stockings from her, and Susan felt strength pouring into her, for the strength would be strength to love the man. But he had to be made to believe she was still defiant.
"I do not belong to you in spite of what you have done to me," she told him. "You think that because you're physically stronger than me and can make me do what you want every time that I'm yours. But I'm not, because my soul is still my own."
But even as she spoke her mind envisioned the two bodies enmeshed, joining as they belonged, and she ached to be part of him again. If raping her was what satisfied him most, then let him rape her. She would bear that gladly, for when he filled her with himself, she felt bloated with love. But thought was no longer possible as he moved closer, his presence overwhelming her.
He picked her up then, walked into the bedroom again, and dumped her on the bed. Her lovely mouth grunted with the force as the wind seemed to be knocked out of her. She was a small, limber marionette, her limbs uncontrollable for the moment because her strings were tangled.
Tom was shaking, wanting to show her anger, but angry more at himself for being filled with such constant desire for the red-haired woman. At least he had her to where she would understand she was through humiliating him. Jesus! What the hell was it with this cunt? Why did he have such a fixation about her? Why did he want to spend the rest of his life dominating her? He really would be better off without her, finding some nice, sweet appreciative woman. He ought to have his head examined for falling for her.
Susan lay on the bed, at the other side, away from him, waiting for whatever it was he intended doing to her. Even if he chose to beat her, she was willing to accept that rather than have to live the rest of her life with someone like Izzie, who smuggled and did her the favor of letting her take all the risks while giving her only twenty percent of the profit. She felt as if everything in her life was topsy turvy. Yesterday at this time, she had been horrified at the thought of sex with anyone, and even more terrified when this man had forced himself on her, first with his finger and then with his penis. Now she felt nothing but desire, and it was insane, because she ought to hate him as much as she hated Izzie.
She sat up, her knees raised, her chin resting on them, her arms around her shins as she stared at Tom. But he didn't want to waste time. He was on the bed beside her, pulling her chin off her knees, sitting on her again as he had done before, buttocks once again on her breasts, and he said, "Do I ram it down your throat, or are you willing to be more amenable?"
"Don't hurt me," she begged.
"Hurt you?" he asked, and suddenly got off her and stepped away. "You damned stupid cunt, I haven't wanted to hurt you. I've wanted to give you love, but you've fought me every inch of the way. So I've forced love on you. Not just sex, not just fucking, but love. If you don't know the difference...."
"You forget," she reminded him, "I haven't been fucked by that many men."
"I'll bet none of them tried sucking your cunt, either," he shrugged, sounding recalcitrant, no longer in the mood to attack her.
"No," she admitted. "None of them did, and because of that, I never realized what a wonderful gesture something like that was. So I'll do precisely what I should have done the last time. I'll beg," she told him, spreading her thighs. "I was a fool, a stupid fool, and I apologize. I'll do anything and everything you want from now on, anything at all. What I ask is that you forgive me, and do it by licking my cunt as you wanted to do last night. Then either let me suck that wonderful cock of yours, or fuck me."
Tom stood there, stunned. He didn't think he was hearing right. Was this Susan Kean? Or was it possible she had a twin sister somewhere. It sure didn't sound like Susan Kean. Susan the Fuckless, Susan the Unbreachable.
Hell! If he stopped to think about it now, he was a bigger prick than she was a dummy. His hands tenderly circled over the sweet knoll of her tantalizing sex as he hurled himself between her thighs. His lips followed his fingers, bending low until his mouth was pressed against the wonderfully tantalizing nether mouth that only women possess. This time Susan lay there, her body lurching and shaking, forcing herself to keep her thighs wide, intent on not thinking of this as disgusting. He had suddenly treated her in an adult manner, talking frankly to her for a moment, and she, for the first time in a long time, had responded in an equally adult manner. She moaned and her pelvis lurched upward, framing his handsome face with the lovely red-gold swirls of her pelvic hedge.
Then his tongue was leaping from between his lips, washing over her tantalizing split, moving up and down the pink slash that was between her labia. He began licking and lapping, slurping noisily, curious to see if the sounds disturbed her, but Susan was already in heaven, for this time she had surrendered herself to what she was feeling and not paying attention to what she was seeing, nor thinking about that which was right and that which was wrong. He taunted her, running the tip of his tantalizing tongue around the sweet bud of her swollen clitoris, working on the sensitive pleasure button, turning it into a throbbing center of lust. Then his tongue once ore slid down the wet slash of her sizzling pussylips, spearing determinedly into the honeyed flood that was her scintillating coral cave.
Whimpering with continually mounting desire, her shuddering pelvis lurched this way and that, keeping time with the determined plunge of his oral organ as Susan gripped his head with her hands in order to bury his face that much more deeply between the sandwiching lips of her vagina. As a result, her inner vaginal self continued trembling with consistently mounting passion. Again and again his mouth continued licking as he worked at her eager and anxious vaginal nave, and each tantalizing swipe of his working tongue received the sighs of gratification he had expected to hear the first time he had gone down on her. He continued licking methodically, setting off new and seething flames of desire in the stunningly beautiful, arousing woman. He decided to tease her just the littlest bit, running the tip of his tongue around the clitoris without actually touching it, working so that the sensitive pleasure button was aflame before he actually touched it with his lingual extension. He lapped it up and down, building a froth around it, sending her into a frenzy. Then his tongue once again slid up and down, up and down, working into her pussy, drinking the continual flow of nectar from within her.
Susan whimpered with constantly mounting desire, her pubis lurching with each vibrantly firm plunge of the working tongue. He worked her vagina with his tongue, his lips, his whole mouth, making her aware of what a true master he was when it came to oral sex. His tongue leaped in and out of her seething womanly sump, tasting the pulsing plump lips of her female flesh. Then he worked his oral organ into the depths of her vaginal tunnel, sucking and swallowing, slurping and drinking, pulling out more and more of the abundant flow of her natural feminine fluids. The sounds he made from between her sweet thighs filled the bedroom, increasing her passion, for she discovered the noises he was making, far from being detestable, were inciting.
She was on the verge, about to attain the satisfaction she had been unable to feel when Izzie had fucked her in the ass, earlier in the day. God! God! She ached for that orgasm. She had to have it, or she would go totally out of her mind. She needed a complete climax and a totally exhausting thrill, and now it was about to descend on her and lift her to heaven.
Then Susan came, strongly and violently, feeling the tongue lather her clitoris and apply friction at the same time.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEEAAAA IIIIYYYYAAAA-GGGGHHHHH ... IIIII'MMMMM ... COMMMMM-IIIIINNNNGGGGG UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHH-AAAAAAA IIIYYYYYAAAAA AAAGGGG-GGGGG!"
Her body began spastically convulsing as the lovely redhead was overcome by the savage ecstasy of the overpowering climax. She trembled insanely, her body madly jerking repeatedly, her flesh covered with goose bumps, her cunt oozing honey.
Tom was more excited than ever as the beautiful woman came in his mouth. He drank her delicious fluids, his face bathing in her vaginal kisses, his tongue attacking again and again until she pleaded with him to stop because of her over-sensitivity. Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from the tasty interior of her hotbox, his throat swallowing the last of her flow, then without waiting for any kind of invitation, he hurled his weighty body on top of hers, pressing himself against her, his belly all but crushing hers as his cock slithered between her wide-open white thighs.
Susan shuddered with wonder as the massive cock slowly slid into the narrow center of her seething cunt. The long, barrel-like cylinder sank home inside the waiting chamber it had avidly sought. The man lurched forward, slamming his pelvis against hers as his shaft rammed itself that much deeper between the delicate pink folds of her just-licked cunt.
The contracting vaginal sheath gripped his cock and vacuumed it in while he began rotating his hips, screwing the penis even deeper, grinding his hairs against hers as his crotch pressed against her hot groin, pushing, shoving, thrusting, unable to go deep enough this time. Susan's mouth opened, feeling some pain again because of his thickness, but even more pleasure because of it. Incoherent groans of fulfillment escaped from her throat, for even though she had been satisfied, the thick length of cock thrust into her made her aware she was capable of enjoying more than one orgasm at a time if it was brought on in a different manner.
Her contracting vaginal scabbard pulled him ever deeper as he lay on top, locked inside her. He clutched her as the last of her previous climax shuddered through her, enhanced by the presence of his swollen cock. She was a soft, surrounding bed of female flesh, lying beneath him, yet enveloping him. His penis jerked and twitched inside her, anxious for its own release, and Susan was just as anxious to feel the heat of his sperm bathe her womb. But he simply lay there, soaking in the delicious marinating juices, creating a torment with this postponement, his hands caressing Susan as she slowly descended from the marvelously dizzying heights of total orgasm.
Eventually her eyelids fluttered open, and the misty look in her light-brown eyes was seemingly testimony enough to the satisfaction his mouth had provided. Her hands gently ran up and down the cords of muscle in his back, teasing at the hard flesh under the soft skin, making her aware that except for his paunch, the rest of him was extremely solid.
"Oh, Tom!" she gasped. "That was so beautiful! I know now what a hateful, hurtful person I've been, and I can't ask you to forgive me. But I can say you've made me feel fantastic. Let me stay with you as long as you wish. When you want me to leave, just say so, and I'll go. Until then, if you want me as a slave, I'll be only too happy to be that slave. For I realize I do love you."
"I wish I was able to believe you," he said, smiling into her face. "But I'm open-minded enough to give you a trial period."
"That's all I ask," she told him, and then his mouth was meeting hers, their tongues dancing around one another as the muscles in her vagina contracted around the rigid swell of his mighty invader, sending shafts of pleasure through the tantalizing tunnel of her sex.
Tom's hips twitched, bucked, then slid backward, his mighty organ easing itself from the narrow channel it had penetrated until only the head was left inside. Then he slammed his cock right back into her belly. Sensation boiled through him all the more wonderfully.
Susan felt the full impact of his penile lunge. She grunted with even more intense desire as his hard cock massaged the tantalizing walls of her soft vaginal membranes.
"Haaauuunnnnggghhhh!" she moaned and gasped, as he withdrew only to hurl his shaft into her tunnel once again, burying the full length of the moving phallus into her quivering vagina. "God! It's fantastic! Tom! I love you! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me deep!"
Tom once again drew the length of his piston back, then thrust into her all over again, serving her the full portion of his hot masculine meat, allowing the quivering, juicy folds of her clinging walls to envelop him as her vagina, like the mouth of a lioness, devoured him. The engorged head of his pulsing penis leaped and twitched in positive reaction to the pleasure-producing friction that inflamed its ultra-sensitive surface.
Tom's throbbing phallus was a huge, hard, skewering stake that pounded deeply into her. The lust-filled organ stretched her tightly clinging womanly channel each time it burrowed into her, packing her with all of itself. She clamped her cuntwalls tightly around Tom's thrusting organ, milking the cock, clutching at the fiery bludgeon that continually filled the heated recesses of her vagina as though she never wanted to be free of it. The truth was, she didn't. Susan felt Tom's cock was as much a part of her as it was a part of him.
Her rounded white breasts, like two upright melons with pink stems, were quaking beneath the body of her lover, stabbing him with those insistent and delicious nipples as they all but cut into the flesh of his almost-hairless chest. She continued moaning under the increasing assault of his driving phallus. Her torso twitched and jerked and moved repeatedly, while her unbelievably tight vagina squeezed and sucked wetly at the full, broad length of him, sending a series of sizzling sensations speeding through his groin. The cheeks of his ass were two flat stones of driving desire as he continued slamming in and out of her voracious pussy.
Susan "ate" his cock with the lusting mouth of her vagina, tugging him ever deeper between her thighs, aching to devour not only his long, strong cock, but his testicles, as well. Their bodies were perfectly juxtaposed in matching harmony as Susan found herself digging into the mattress with her heels and returning each thrust of his with an upward motion of her own tantalizing white body. The two of them were panting at the same tempo, groaning with the same degree of inflection and intensity. It was all so fantastic.
The man's balls bubbled as if filled with molten lava, and his prostate burned as if filled with acid. He began moving faster and faster as he slammed all the harder into the beautiful woman's willing body, and she, in turn, complemented the increased tempo by matching movements of her thighs and ass in total compatibility with him. The globes of her ripe buttocks were two cushions filled with air that buoyed her up again and again as the man continually knifed in and out of her accommodating vagina. Her entire body was intensely alive with his. The hurricanes of lust and desire raged insanely through both of them.
"Unh! Anh! It's so good, so good, so good!" she cried to him.
"Yeah!" he gasped. "You have the greatest cunt in the world, honey. If I had something like this to come home to every night, I'd be home for sure, every night," he told her, feeling the way her fingers dug intensely into his buttocks, her nails slicing into his flesh, pulling him into her even more.
"You can have me at home, if that's what you want," she gasped.
"Time'll tell," he grunted. "A trial period, honey, a trial period," he gasped as he continued pounding into her. "You ... uunnnhhh ... stay on as my ... uuuhhhh ... body slave ... looking after my ... ohhhhh ... creature comforts and such ... oooo-nnnnnhhhh ... and if time proves you merit more, then we'll talk. Until then, be ... annnhhh ... patient."
His body was steaming. Perspiration came oozing from every pore as lie continued ramming his cock into her, moving back and forth in cadent precision, feeling the rhythmic thrusts building sensation in his balls. It came to a point where he was no longer able to contain himself, but even before he came, Susan was attaining another peal of satisfaction.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAA IIIIIGGGGGHHHHH YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body filled with delight as thrill after thrill sparked its way through her. She was unable to control herself. "NOWWWWWWW ... YOU-UUUU...." she ordered. "
He came, then and there, gasping out, "HHHH-AAAAUUUUGGGG HHHHAAAARRRRGGGG HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHH AAAGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
He shot blast after blast of viscous sperm into Susan's waiting cunt. Now she prayed for the first time that she wasn't the sterile one. She wanted his baby more than anything else in the world, not because it would bind him to her, but because it would be a product of their joint manufacture. It would be a wonderful child, a marvelous infant, and it would have the best of both parents.
A third orgasm welled up inside Susan, and she was so exhausted, she hadn't the strength to cry it to the world. She bucked and twisted beneath her beloved as she sought to capture forever the impaling organ continuing to drive through her, enhancing everything that much more for her. Her inner flow of oils drenched his phallus, pouring freely over the organ before mingling with his white flow and oozing out of her cunt around his softening cock. The two were lost in one another, each in the ecstasy permeating their bodies. They clung tightly together, happily accepting the pleasure each felt with the other, and long after the violent tremors subsided, they lay basking in the afterglow of what had gone before, with his cock still buried inside her cunt, refusing to come out, soft though it was. They kissed and caressed tenderly, and neither bothered speaking. Words, at this point, were unnecessary.
Words were also unnecessary for Isidore Kesselmann! He hadn't waited for Susan's signal, but had crept up to the cabin, peered into the window, and seeing what was taking place, had taken a whole role of film.