Chapter 16
It was Monday morning at the cabin, and Susan awoke before Tom. She felt good, really good for the first time in her life. He had made her aware of how much of a woman she really was, and she knew now she would deny him nothing, nothing at all. In fact, the smart thing to do would be to surprise him, first by making breakfast, then by seducing him for dessert, since he would never expect her to take the initiative. Izzie was a bad dream she was all set to forget. As far as she was concerned, he'd wait out there until hell froze over before she gave the bastard any kind of signal.
Sliding out of bed, she went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, after which she wrapped herself in a see-through robe he had supplied for her and nothing else, and she prepared breakfast. The tantalizing smell of eggs and breakfast beef came through the door of the bedroom and woke Tom.
Yawning, he stretched, then hauled his naked bulk out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took a quick shower and a shave. Afterward, totally naked, he came out and sat on a chair Susan had thoughtfully provided with a cloth so his skin wouldn't stick to it. He ate with relish, and when he reached for her, she twirled just out of reach, saying, "Not here, Tom. It's so uncomfortable here. Either in the bedroom, or outside on a natural bed of moss I saw not too far from here."
She realized she ought not to have mentioned the moss, because if Izzie was somewhere outside, watching, and he saw the two of them step out totally naked, he would get those pictures. But Tom eased her fears by standing and saying, "Moss is nice, but mattresses are nicer. God! I'm really in the mood for you."
"I'm glad," she smiled, "because I'm in the mood for you."
"I don't know," he shrugged. "You've changed completely, Susan."
"For the better, I hope," she insisted, leading the way back to the master bedroom.
"Definitely," he said as she removed her robe.
He never got to add to what he was going to say, because she suddenly pounced on him, and instead of bearing him to the bed, she made him lie on the floor, pressing her round breasts against him, two heat-radiant jugs that made him sizzle as she drew him into a straining embrace as she writhed all over him, her tongue wrestling with his in what seemed like a kiss that lasted more than an hour. From that point on, she became more animalistic than ever, and it was the wildest experience Tom had ever known, for Susan, in taking the initiative, released all her inhibitions.
It wasn't that things happened overly quickly, because they didn't. At least, not in the beginning. The beautiful redhead, knowing they had all the time in the world, decided to enjoy herself, and she moved slowly, aware she had as much to learn from doing as from having been done to. Susan intended using her imagination when she wasn't certain, but she had the feeling that by now she had almost everything down pat. She took her sweet time, with no wish to leave out any amorous detail.
Tom simply lay there on the floor, totally relaxed, deciding that the previous evening's exertions were still taking their toll on the two of them, which was why she seemed to be moving so slowly. In fact, she was oozing over him like maple syrup, literally worshiping every inch of his shuddering body, kissing his face, his throat, his chest, his stomach-she kissed his stomach a lot as if to let him know she loved him in spite of its size. When at last her lips reached his looming lightning rod of flesh, the flood of verbal adoration as well as physical delight was totally overwhelming.
"Ohhhhh ... Tom ... it's wonderful ... so magnificent ... so awesome ... so big ... so much bigger than my ex-husband's ... so ummmmphhhhh...," Her mouth covered the head for a moment, sucking it, and then she pecked kisses all over it, her fingertips reverently foldling the outsized shaft as it towered up from his body. "Mmmmmm ... so big ... so thick ... so wonderfulll ... so perfectly shaped ... circumcised ... marvelous texture ... so hot ... so delightful ... uuuummmmmphhhh...." down she swooped.
Tom lay there, filled with awe and wonderment. He had expected she would let him, but he had never expected this wonderful aggression on her part. Had she really changed, or was this some kind of act? If it was an act, what was the reason for it? Susan was not only sucking, but breathing heavily, inhaling his masculine essences through her twin nostrils, letting the hot air out the same way as it blasted all over his genitalia.
"Ummmm...." she sighed, pulling her lips from it. "It's like concrete wrapped in satin," she told him. "So proud, so handsome, so powerful, so wonderful...."
She was on her knees as he lay there on the floor, alternately kissing and praising his pulsating cock while her hands tingled their way over his scrotum, making his balls jump in their container. Her manual devotion to his balls, upper thighs, hips, and ass made him sizzle. Even his fat belly seemed to arouse her as no flat belly had ever done. She stroked, pinched, and kneaded it as much as she fondled his private parts.
This went on for a long time until Tom had the presence of mind to suggest that the pair of them move to the bed where they were certain to be far more comfortable than they were on the floor. Besides, sex was give-and-take, and though he loved her attentions, half his pleasure was in doing unto her as she would do unto him.
"Not yet, please," Susan pleaded, addressing her hot-breathed remarks to his phallus as if she were speaking into the head of a microphone. "Remember, I'm still a little bashful, and because of that I do take time warming up. I need my vagina to get warmed up nicely, slowly, and I can feel the oils inside slowly simmering as I play with you. I mean, I'm doing just fine. Don't worry, we'll get to the bed before my cunt dribbles all over the floor, but just let me enjoy you like this the littlest bit more, first."
Far be it from Tom to argue with the redheaded woman. For the first time in his life when with a female, he felt himself totally on the receiving end, as if he was getting something for nothing for a change, instead of always giving and getting nothing. This was precisely the way Susan wanted him to feel.
Gradually her attentions to his genital area became less and less taunting and playful as she concentrated on what she was doing. She also talked a lot less. Her hands explored less and concentrated more on whacking and her mouth concentrated on direct sucking. He was never in any real danger of coming-if such a thing might be thought of as being in danger-and he knew it had nothing to do with the fresh mountain air or the fact that he had come the previous night. Susan was learning, discovering, teaching herself how to please a man in just about every way, and she was intentionally keeping her tantalizing caresses just below the boiling point. As a result, his cock, already the longest, thickest one in the state, seemed to stretch and thicken even more, the inner penis beneath the velvet outer flesh-casing seemingly stiffening and getting even harder. He ached inside that much more, feeling a twitching, throbbing desire. Eroticism filled the two of them, and her mouth worked slowly, enjoying what she was doing, aware from the throbs in his urethra that whenever he was about to boil over, she would be able to stop. Before long, it seemed to Tom that his cock had to be so gigantic, only a female elephant would be capable of handling it. He had to look and see for himself that in spite of what he felt, it wasn't quite the doric column he was imagining. Maybe it was simply the effect of all of Susan's gushing vocal superlatives, but even though it wasn't quite as massive as it felt, it was definitely longer and thicker than before. This woman had something about her that stirred up desire in him as no other woman had ever been able to previously do.
He didn't get more of a glimpse at his schlong, because by now Susan's mouth was engulfing so much of it, her lips going all the way down to the base, the head pushing its way into the narrow delicacy of her gullet. Each time she lifted her mouth, she literally allowed the penile head to "pop" out, and then her tongue would press itself flatly against the underside and wash the entire length of the urethra, slurping up and down again and again. Then her lips formed that wonderful ring again, and down she went until her nose was pressing into his pelvis and she was breathing the male essence of him. Her hand kneaded his balls, playing with them as if they were marbles in a sac while her other finger instinctively reached beneath and touched his ass-hole, not going in, but at the same time applying just enough pressure so that he knew the finger was there.
Everything Susan did, she did by instinct, doing it because she was enjoying herself, and as a result, she was fantastic. Yet she continued shifting around, moving this way and that, never once bearing down while using any single technique. Each time she felt him start the giddy climb toward orgasm, she stopped and did something else.
He began to actually tremble as he lay there on the floor, and so she did a new, different thing. Backing off until her mouth clung solely to the head of his pulsating cock, she wormed one arm through his crotch and fitted her hand into the small of his back as if to give him some kind of leverage as he lay there. Then, with her free hand, she gripped his shoulder and had him sit up, then little by little she urged him to get to his feet while her mouth clung to his cock and her hand remained in place against the small of his back. When he was standing, she urged him backward until his knee-backs touched the mattress, and that was when she threw him down. But her mouth moved with his cock to keep him from losing any sensation, and the penile head remained in her mouth the entire time. Once he was stretched out on the bed, she climbed on with her mouth still glued to the phallus, sucking strongly as she lifted one leg over his head and brought it down on the other side, presenting her cunt to his face as her mouth began violently bobbing up and down on the stiff staff of his erection. She let him see her bashful crack had been adequately prepared for a sixty-nine, because oils were not only seeping out, but splashing all over his face.
Even as he stared, he knew hers had to be the greatest cunt around, something really special. It looked to be something separate from Susan, something independently alive. It seemingly had a mind of its own, features of its own, a nervous system of its own, and muscles of its own that wouldn't be the least bit hesitant about applying pressure to anything that entered the holy grail. It looked so squirmily shimmering and wet and bright and delightful, and the inner lips seemed to smack together like oral lips as if about to taste him rather than he tasting her. Susan hunched forward, her mouth still on his monumental cock.
Tom sighed feeling the tips of her nipples being dragged over his body. God! She knew how to really build him up, and all this in so short a time. It was impossible to believe this was the same woman who, only forty-eight hours earlier, no, make that sixty hours earlier, had been such a total prude.
The man raised his head as he stared at the cunt that was now staring back at him. He pressed his nose forward, into the folds between the pink petals, coming into contact with the coral center, enjoying the glistening, undulant core of luscious pulp as her vagina seemingly opened wide to receive his mouth. Her entire inner crevice was completely revealed to his eyes, and he stared at the tantalizing dark hole where his nose would fit for the moment, to the out-reaching, quivering button of solid tissue that would never again hide behind the membranous frenulum. It leaped toward him as if it were a magnet leaping toward his tongue of steel. When he spiked his tongue-tip against that thick "on" button, her cunt suddenly clamped itself tightly shut, fastening itself to his face from forehead to chin, encompassing his two cheeks and compressing them, squeezing them, all but crushing everything in the sweetness of her inner dehiscence. Her cunt was actually sucking on his face like some kind of sea creature, as if intent on pulling his entire head inside.
Yet, when after a few oral swirls at the lovely redhead's palpitant vagina, the man decided to emulate Susan by shifting his attack a little, thrusting his face even deeper into the quivering center of her seething inner self, that fantastic womanly flue began shrinking down to such constricting tightness he was almost unable to pull his face out of her.
Meanwhile, Susan continued her worship of the man's upstanding phallus, a high priestess caught up in the obeisance she was paying the oversized cock. At the same time his balls were throbbing, as if to let Tom know they weren't able to stand much more of this teasing. They had to unleash that which they were manufacturing to make more room for the other little spermatozoa which were also coming into being.
When he finished a second round of clitoris-sucking, and thrusting his tongue into the dense swamp of her pussy-hole, he gripped the snug halves of her tight little white ass and finally managed to wrench his head free. It was at that moment that her mouth exerted overpowering pressure on his cock, and he felt a distinct rumble.
"I think I'm going to ... oh, God...," he gasped.
In almost no time, moving in a virtual blur of flesh and flashing limbs, Susan had turned herself around, had poised her hot cunt over the broad tip of his pulsing cock, and little by little she began corkscrewing her cunt down and around the penis, taking in the head and only the head, leaving the rest of the shaft out in the open air. He realized she had done it without using her hands, her cunt lips doing the actual grabbing and her inner self doing the actual sucking in, sucking even more, now pulling the rest of his cock in to the balls as her inner rings of muscle latched onto the massive probe.
"Now!" she gasped, sighing as she ground her cunt lips against the base of his cock, almost sucking his balls inside, "Come! Let it blast right through you!"
Tom was so dumb-struck at the lightning way Susan had reversed herself, and the manner in which her cunt had gobbled up his cock without her using her hands to guide it inside, the desire to peak once more settled in him, and though still on the verge, he was unable to actually come. He slammed his hips upward a dozen different times while she continued swirling and churning and rotating her own loins, and those unbelievable inner rings of muscle slowly strangled around the up-thrust prod, milking and massaging him like affectionate boa constrictors. But he was so astounded, a blockage temporarily prevented his prostate from unleashing the fluid that was making it swell.
Finally, he lifted his hands and gripped the out-thrust swells of her breasts, feeling her nipples cut into his palms as he gasped, "I don't know how you did what you did, but it stopped me from coming for the moment. If you want to go back to what you were doing...,"
"Hush!" Susan smiled, suddenly realizing that with this new-found delight of sex, she had achieved instant mastery over the man who had been her lord and ruler for the past two days. "I'll go back to it a little later, but for now we'll re-start that fire in you some other way, my love. I want the heavy first blast in the center of me. Then I'll be more than happy to drink whatever else you have to offer."
By being servile, Susan had conquered. By being subservient she was presently in control. It was all so unbelievable, she was unable to accept it at first, thinking he was playing some kind of game with her. Soon she understood, as long as her cunt gripped his cock, she was the empress and he was the slave. But when all this was over and done with, their positions would once again revert, and she knew full well she was better off that way. She wasn't meant to handle finances, or for that matter take charge of her life. Gambling had ruined her, as had playing in the stock market. The one saving grace in her life was Tom, and she didn't want to lose him.
She bent forward and kissed him, her breasts rubbing all the more strongly into hands that were pressed against them. Then she straightened up and began a wild, bouncy, maddening ride, that made his body jerk and shudder as her inner walls crushed his cock. She was only too quick to feel the swell of his balls as his sac tightened into his groin, so that when she rode down on his cock, the scrotum scrubbed her ass-cheeks.
Her own hands pressed against his, pushing his palms all the more firmly into her nipples, and while he twisted and turned and churned and pulled on the berries that were her breast-tips, she began sighing and letting him know just how much she was enjoying what she was feeling.
"Dear Lord!" she gasped. "You have no idea what a wonderful weapon you have. It's like a huge smoke stack. You know, the kind you see on factory buildings standing ten or fifteen stories high. Ummmm! I love the way you drive it into me, Tom. Shove it as far into me as you possibly can. Fill me with it. Fill all of me with it. Ooooooh! It's so thick it's like a rolled prime rib just coming out of the oven, only in this case it's my oven that's making the juices. Ooooooh! I can feel it throbbing inside me ... every little bulge, every little swell ... the head hitting all the way inside me. It feels as if you're stabbing me in the lungs. I'm so crammed full of you, when you do come, I'll probably be jetted right off you and go shooting through the ceiling like a rocket. Ohhhhh ... yessss! It feels so wonderfullll ... hold on just a little longer ... I'm going to come with you ... and if that happens ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... I'll clamp so solidly around you I'll be prevented from being blasted off you when you fill my cunt with your squirtings ... aaaaannnnnhhhhh...,"
Words no longer available to her, Susan gave the man a preview of the power in her cunt, power not even she realized she had as she clenched his pulsing rod until Tom was ready to believe the two of them had been fused together-flesh-melted-into-flesh, like a candlestick plunged into a vat seething molten wax.
"Hhhhhaaaauuunnngggghhhhh!" the man gasped, lifting her high with the force of his hips in response to what she was doing to him.
"Oooooooh! Good! Glorious! Wonderful! More! More! More! You marvelous torturer," she gasped. "Punish me this way again and again, and never stop punishing me. You have me right on the edge of all this, and instead of pushing me over, you're making me slide on that edge. What does it take to turn on that wonderful hose of yours. Oh, I love you so much, Tom! If only you knew, if only you believed ... you're making me weaken and feel limp inside ... aaaannnnhhhh ... if you want me as your slave, you have me. Ask anything ... oooooh ... and I'll do it ... I love you, Tom ... I love you more than life."
In spite of what she was telling him, Tom knew this was one woman who was definitely not limp inside, and he suspected she had plenty of additional tricks in that barely used satchel of hers before she would reduce herself to outright begging. Still, it was nice to believe his was the cock that had finally brought this magnificent bitch under control. Had he heard these compliments from a whore, he would have expected them, since whores make their living by making the men fucking them feel really good. Had she been one of the regular run-of-the-mill housewives he occasionally fucked, he would have also enjoyed it expectantly, and he knew if he had been fucking some young teeny-bopper who had never been dicked before, then her praise would be something to expect. But no, this was none of these. This was Susan Kean, the mature woman who had been fucked for five years before divorcing her husband-a woman who had hated sex, and who was now surrendering to it because his was the cock that was teaching it all to her the right way. He looked down along his body to where her cunt was sucking on his cock as she rose and fell, her inner self crushing his penis and filling it with one thrill after another. The golden-red hair had to be fire itself, fire originating inside her seething snatch.
Maybe he was getting addlepated, not having really had enough sex in his lifetime. That is, he hadn't had enough sex in his own eyes. But a woman like Susan was enough to make up for lost time, as long as he had her for the rest of his life. Those lovely breasts jutting out were more marvelous than ever as they pressed their nipples into his palms, sending streaks of lightning shooting through him, down along his arms to his body and then through his legs as well as up into his brain. His upstanding phallus probed the secret depths of her repeatedly, feeling the majesty of her cunt as it sucked again and again, and he knew this time there would be no backing off. This time he was going to come like crazy.
Now the seething sensations began building in the double boilers of his testicles. They churned, and then produced a heavy flow of sperm, the millions of little tadpoles charging through the vas deferens on their way to the prostate, there to mingle with the fluid that was going to wash them through the urethra and into Susan's cunt. Streams of boiling porridge began ascending in his under-tube, and with it came a timeless, ageless rapture as he realized whatever the trajectory, he was going to unleash love into this woman's center. His entire consciousness seemed to be drawn up into the primal center of super-compacted oneness within her, where Susan's most formidable, inner fires were sizzlingly bonded to his knob like electrons clinging to an atomic nucleus.
He was there, feeling it surge through him, and yet the orgasm was crazier than anything he had ever felt in his entire life. To him it was like being totally naked at the North Pole in the middle of a hailing blizzard. At the same time it was like feeling fire blast through his veins, and he tightened and lifted himself as the semen went spurting from his body to hers.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHHH-UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAGGGHHHH!" he bellowed.
The sperm felt like a seething flood of dry ice, so cold it was hot, and it rushed through his entire body, paralyzing him for a moment, turning him to petrified ice, as well. He had suddenly turned into a stone arch, his weight on his shoulders and heels, his ass lifted clear off the mattress, his mind going totally numb as he watched Susan's pale, perfect alabaster form contort and writhe on his cock like an angle worm twisting on a fishhook.
Internally, he felt like an atomic mushroom cloud of smoke suddenly caught in a maelstrom, twisting this way and that. Susan was also caught in the holocaust of orgasm, her torso lunging every which way, seeming to change shape as well as the direction of her lean too fast for his eyes to follow. Yet she remained pinioned where she was, locked to him, melted into him, their loins merged at ground-zero of the most wonderful explosion of all time as she shrieked out, "AAAAIIIII YYYEEEEEAAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAAA IIIIIYYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAAAA IIII HHHAAAAIIIIEEEEE YYYYEEEEAAAAA GGGGHHHHUUUU WWWWAAAGGGGHHH-HHH!"
The sensation in both bodies remained at peak for what seemed like forever, and then slowly, ever-so-slowly, they began drifting down again, little by little as splash after splash of his sperm beat into her body and filled her with the critters from which babies might be formed.
She was unable to remain upright and fell forward, pushing against the palms of his hands as he remained clutching her breasts for a moment, and then his arms gave way and she collapsed on top of him. She lay there, unmoving, unable to do a thing other than simply feel the beat of his heart through her breast and note it was keeping perfect time with her own.
A long, long time passed, and finally she had enough strength returned to her body to slide off him. She lay beside him, unmoving as he got to his feet and dressed. Then he helped her to her feet and made her dress, as well, saying, "No more game-playing, Susan. From now on you're my personal slave for the rest of your life. I'm going to bind you to me so you'll never get away. There's a private airport near here, and a rented plane will take us where we have to go."