Chapter 12
It was a madhouse, an area filled with lunatics who panicked to leave the holiday resort they had all flocked to in droves. British and American citizens had an easy time of it but still it was first come, first served, and as the ships came in to be swiftly loaded confusion resulted. In the ensuing melee families were separated and husbands left bawling on the docks as their wives and children sailed off.
The hot sun weakened me and seeing there was no chance of getting off until the following morning I booked into a hotel. In the late afternoon I encountered a crying Olivia and discovered that through a mix-up her man had been squeezed onto a freighter. It took time to cheer the poor redhead, assuring her there'd be a place on the next boat. In my room, however, she cheered up and set about playing the old game of exciting me. I chatted, delaying the sex act as long as possible. Her damp blouse had been removed and her shoes kicked elsewhere.
"Well, here we are, man and wife...for the night."
"We certainly aren't acting very married."
She was sitting now, arms supporting her upper torso, the long legs stretched out, blinking the light lashes that were like fans on her browned, chubby cheeks. The huge globes that were her breasts tightened the bra, pulling the material tight.
There was some story she told about those boobs which I struggled now to remember. A while back they sagged, due to heaviness. But then Olivia had gotten sick and a doctor recommended hormone shots. Suddenly, the flesh on her body had hardened and those tits, despite their weight, rose sky-high and stood straight out
Troubles weighed heavily on my back but the fever was on me again and I was hard as rock. My penis, strapped down by tight-fitting underwear, began to ache.
"Okay, okay. Stand up and walk around like you always did at my swimming pool."
"Poor Frankie can't do without it."
"Poor Frankie would like to do without it, especially at a time like this."
She rose wordlessly, slung the damp blouse about her shoulders and did a model's walk before me, flinging her long legs out, using the same old heel-and-toe step that had her curved buttocks rolling obscenely.
"How am I doing?"
"Judging from what's happening to me, damned well. But just keep tossing that rear around."
"All right but hell, are we going to be at this all day?"
The girl kept on walking and twisting and hot and cold flashes charged my spine. As I followed her around the hotel room watching the sway of her hips, I swallowed my breath.
The cleft dividing her cheeks brought to mind certain images and I struggled to create the right description, A valley between round hills. Perfect, that was it. Man! My excitement created a roaring, burning sexual fury.
I opened the windows to bring in fresh air and tore " at my clothes. Olivia was already stripped, her damp clothing on the floor.
She came into my arms for a brief kiss, nestling her hot face against my chest and wrapped a hand around my penis. Her grip tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut as she stroked the tool.
"I'll masturbate you, my lord and lover."
"No, no."
"Yes. Then I'll make you all hard again and we can have sex for a long time."
She was too wild, this girl, and could bring me to orgasm swiftly. With other women I was masterful, unbelievably potent, but seldom with this girl. It was sometimes a case of in, out and now let's have a good wash.
"Just leave off the prehminaries like a good girl, all right?"
"Well, there's no one to bother us now. I mean my husband's gone and we certainly can't get away until the morning."
"Let me play with the delicious rear of yours for a bit."
She sighed, "All right, play away."
I sat on the bed and bent her long body over iny knees. I stroked the resilient rounds of her backside, punctured the firm flesh with my fingernails, pinched and tested each cheek.
"Man, it is an ass!"
"Hey, what's taking you so long?" Her hair touched the rug and the blood was rushing to her head. "Just playing with the toys."
Play I did, pushing each round globe, one this way, the other that way. The action caused her vagina to twist and as the lips rubbed together the clitoris was mashed. Olivia started leaking. A feminine odor rose strongly in the air.
"Quick, ohh please, quick! I'm like a damned faucet that hasn't been turned off!"
In bed she lay face down while I continued to worship her can, pasting the hottest kisses on the up-thrust melons. I sank my teeth into the hard meat and tongued every millimeter of those mounds. Finally, I used them like twin pillows to rest my flushed face.
"All right now, Frankie?"
I rose and slapped the cheeks about, treating them like balls. "Yeahhh, this ass!"
"You're an ass man, but that hurts!" "Oh, I like breasts too."
"But what about my face? I got a beautiful face for crissakes!"
"Who says you haven't? But what the hell can a man do with a face, look at it?"
The thrusting mounds squirmed impatiently. She told me that she could not wait. I slid my arms about her waist and pulled her hips up, preparing to mount her in dog fashion.
I gripped her thighs, squeezing with real force. I readied myself, holding my penis in a straight line, and went right into her cave, taking her from the rear, lunging in with such speed that she reached the zenith of sensation.
"Oh!"
Large girl that she was, wet as her entry was, it was still too small at the moment to accommodate my rock-hard weapon. Yet she welcomed the invasion, for it burst into her like a bomb.
"Ah! Your-thing!"
"And it is something, isn't it?"
"Oh, oh, oooohhhh!"
"Olivia, your ass! You lovely big bitch...that hot, ball-shaped ass! You amazon bitch, you!"
She began to describe the sensations. Dizzying waves of lust had her. My instrument was turning in her tight hole like an overlarge bolt in a too-small nut. A real screw, and that is why this game was called screwing. But I was pumping into her too swiftly, my movements far too rapid for her to catch.
"Oh, please slow down!"
"Ugh...ugh...ugh!"
I was making sounds like a drowning dog and she knew as well as I that I was coming. She ceased revolving her ass, feeling I suppose that this would calm me but suddenly I flooded her snatch with the results of my excitement.
"No, no, not so soon!"
"Aghhhhhhh!" I remained within, still making barking noises like a drowning dog, but I had to pull out. Scum dribbled down her thighs.
"Damn it to hell!" She shouted from anger.
"Baby, it was that ass that did it!" I lay on my side, shuddering. "It brought me on too swiftly."
"Why'd it happen?" She beat the bed with her palms. "Now it'll take you a long time to get strong again and I'm to go without satisfaction."
"Give me a moment."
She eyed my penis sceptically. "A moment will find you about the size of a one-year-old child."
I knew she was angry but what the hell, these things happen every now and then. I was seldom a premature ejaculator but what could I offer her as an excuse?
Her hair was falling over her face. She shoved the thick mass of it away and knelt over me as I lay there. She fondled my muscled arms and thumped my hard chest with her fist. Then she squeezed my flattened belly, trying to gather the flesh in both hands.
My fingers slid through her hair, bringing her head down, further down. "Come on, freshen me up, do a job on me."
"What I planned on doing."
"So?"
She needed no encouragement to fellate me, to lick my softening penis dry, working her tongue from the rounded tip to the root and under to the sack of hairy balls.
I was ready again, my genitals a hard bulge, my weapon massive, possibly more now than this tall girl could absorb. Yet, she urged me on.
"Ahhh, it got soo big!"
"It's what you wanted."
I worked a finger through the curled, silken hairs covering her vagina. They were red and thick as a muff. I went down between her thighs, drawing closer. Her flat belly was slippery with sweat as it went against my fiery loins. A delicious thrill, indeed a shocking thrill went through the big redhead.
"Yeeeooow! Oooohhh!" Her legs were now drawn way up, her knees bent, and she pressed a palm against her opened mouth.
Now it was quite easy for me after that to grasp her thighs, pry them apart, tease her vagina with the tip of my rod and enter, stretching the soft sides.
It was not only ecstatic but sensational too and she stifled a scream as the penis went in slowly, hollowing her insides out..
She arched, I pushed down, and soon I was buried so deep that our pubic hairs, hers reddish and my brown, interlocked.
"Oh, God! You are bigger than before, it is a...penis!"
"Well, it's not a finger."
"Ooohhh, am I happy!"
She rotated her buttocks, pushing up at me. My hands tightened their grip, grabbing her flesh hard. Her womanhood held fast to my bar, milking it as I rose, milking it as I came down.
Twice in just a few minutes was too much for me. I always kept myself in shape, could swim, run, play tennis for long stretches. But sex with this great big redhead took a different type of strength. There was something about her, something indescribable that turned me on.
She climaxed once, squealed and sighed and climaxed again and demanded a third. The exertion began to tell on me, still I stabbed in and out of her, grit-, ting my teeth as she bawled out her third climax.
"Don't come yet," she begged, "please don't come yet."
The girl was opening her thighs wider as I surged into her, sobbing as I bore in, sighing with unhappiness as I pulled the rigid tool out.
"A fourth one's coming up...isn't it?"
"Ahhh, yes, ahhh yes, but give me a fifth too, and a sixth."
"I can't hold out that long."
"You can, please, please."
"Can't...give...too...much...more."
"You must!"
I gasped as she reached her fourth orgasm. She fell back as it faded but my lunging into her increased. I brought her up, kneading that ass that I adored, grabbing up handfuls. Then I thrust deeper into her, setting that opening on fire and not giving a damn.
"Ahhhh...no, no!"
"Man, you are going to pop off, girlie! Good, good. Do it, do that crazy thing!" "Coming, coming, coming!"
Again she described the hot swirling in her boiling loins. The sensations proved much too wild and she bounced on the bed, beat my back with her fists and rammed herself up, up! And came again.
My time had arrived, and I was climaxing too. And what was more, getting there first, beating this big redheaded bitch to her sixth orgasm. Everything blurred before my eyes, then I let out a real gasp of bewilderment and-I burst into her.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh!"
"Grrrrr!" Again, I was the barking dog.
"Eeeee!" She must have felt the hot flush of sperm but actually was yelling because she was there, with me, on the path to ecstasy.
Her long, big-calved legs curled around my waist. She dominated the finish, her movements, while rapid, certainly artful and calculated. Her hips worked, her luscious ass ground together and she flowed, the juice leaving her vagina, a real river on which she floated off into an unknown world.
That evening we returned to the hotel room, satisfied after a good dinner. A couple of cold bottles of beer were on hand and we drank and chatted, discussing the crazy situation on this island and our doubtful future. As Olivia, leaning against the clothes cabinet, sipped at her beer I looked her over, marveling at her beauty. Pity she was a hippie and tied up, otherwise I might consider a more permanent relationship.
"Tomorrow we'll probably say good-bye."
"I guess so." Marvelous creature, I thought, a sight to behold. That thick streaked red hair, those tanned shoulders, those flecked eyes, that lush mouth and shapely nose. I remembered that when she was in the throes of a climax her nostrils always opened and closed rapidly like a race horse's.
"Ahh, Olivia, Olivia." I looked at her well-developed breasts, studying them with awe. Each was like a ball that had been halved. I felt my breath catch suddenly in my throat.
"What's the matter?"
"What do you think."
"Hot again?" She slapped her out-thrust buttocks. "This! Is it so goddamned special?"
My hands went to my garments. "Take off your clothes."
She did, taking sips at the bottle as she peeled down. My hands strained toward the lush breasts. The tips of my fingers touched the nipples. I weighed each globe, assessing the size while her roaming hands found me in a state of hardness.
"like rock. What's come over you?" She finished her beer with a swift swallow.
"Something's got to be done about it, eh?"
"Only one thing I can do." She put the bottle on the night table.
Right into bed we went. I kissed her thighs, licking up all the sweat that was pebbled there. Kneeling between her legs I parted the lips of her privates. At once the tall redhead began to spend, leaking stuff out of the opening.
"OooOOOHHH!"
My mouth and tongue were on her slit making her think that it was like the very end of an extremely wonderful life. She screamed out that she was going to die. Desire shot through her like an injection of raw cocaine.
She clapped her hands to my head, keeping my working lips securely glued to her femalehood. After that a soothing peace came over her. She sighed and begged me to please lie down.
"That was such a good orgasm-ooohhh, how can I leave?"
"Baby, you're fabulous!"
"Come on, now it's my turn to make you happy. Come."
The red-haired girl performed beautifully, blowing me with experience, chewing on my instrument, sucking it in such a manner that I imagined the whole thing, all that curving, ball-topped tube of flesh was resting in a bed of velvet.
The girl puckered her lips, running up and along the full length until she felt the tiny veins throbbing. But she went all the way, trying to swallow the entire cock until I was on the verge of spilling my hot seed.
"Baby, you are taking me all the way in...like that girl did...in the movie Deep Throat."
"Didn't see it," she mumbled.
"R was banned here...I saw it...ahhh...oohhh...back in the States."
She sat up suddenly, smiling, and then I realized she was waiting until my fever had cooled before straddling me, taking a position I always enjoyed. She lowered her tall, curved body on to my penis, impaling her flesh on my great upright bar. A heavy sinking had me completely taken up, gloved. Then she worked the hefty cheeks of her ass.
"There, there, there!"
I bucked and arched as if to throw her off and my tool in the tight entrance was like a crowbar, attacking. She answered me wantonly, heaving her big ass all over. I came, and the seeds of my lust shot up into her and drained out, spilling down her curvaceous limbs, but I remained within.'
The act continued. My hands held fast to the luscious ass, pulling the cheeks apart while I squirmed under her. Perspiration dribbled down the fabulous breasts and still she gave, churning her thighs, writhing her upper torso in rhythm to the frantic beat.
When she ended, moaning out her orgasm, she doubled over, squeezing her firm thighs together. Spasm after spasm wracked her. Her rounded hips vibrated and she gasped out a plea.
"Stop...now...stop!"
"Darling...I have stopped."
"Take it. . . Ohhh Lord...take it out...of me."
"Okay, raise your behind up a bit...yes like that."
I withdrew and she let out a squeal because my manhood had retained its stretch. The tip glistened and the total length all the way down to my hairs was creamed but that did not detract from its hardness.
"Hey...I've got more in me."
"No!"
"Ohh, yes, indeedy."
She pleaded but allowed her body to become elastic as I arranged her on her back for another, more determined invasion. She begged for a rest, claiming she was terribly fatigued, but that just brought on a laugh because I knew this redhead too well. What I had was stuffed right back into her.
Olivia shrieked when I was completely lodged in her. My hands went sliding under her trembling yet still hemispheric buttocks and the fingers interlaced. The poor redheaded bitch was caught, unable to move until I gave the signal.
"I mastered you, didn't I?"
"Yes," she admitted weakly.
"It took time and a lot of screwing but now I am the boss."
"Aahhhh...I am your slave, but you have to let the slave rest." "Afterwards."
"You...ohhh, I am so tired...you will have to do all the work."
"Can't you move anymore?"
She shook her head from side to side. Fatigue was stamped on her youthful face. "No!" "If I drive in and out will you join me?" "I can't, I tell you."
"Oh yes? That ass of yours is soon going to start turning."
I pulled her limp body up. Then, I was in and out of her at top speed, truly slamming her. The girl cried but her body willingly accepted the punishment and soon, as I predicted, she joined in. Now the redhead gave herself up to the wildest, most violent pounding of our brief relationship.
It took me a long time to ejaculate even though she was coming on the minute constantly. Then I toppled over from exhaustion.