Chapter 10
Janet didn't know how long she had lain there under the tree on the soft moss. She snuggled down into the softness and rubbed her ass into it, reveling in the sexy feelings in her body. She knew she was just torturing herself because there really wasn't any way she could get off without a man's prick buried balls-deep in her pussy.
She pulled her blouse down and straightened her skirt so that her bare ass remained in the moss, but otherwise she appeared to be simply sitting and enjoying the quiet afternoon.
"Such noble beauty," came the faint words, "deserves a prince's touch. But hark, what possible prince might trouble to pass these woods on this fair day?"
Surprised, she looked around and didn't see anyone. "Who's there?" she demamded. Suspicious, she scooted the skirt under her buttocks and rose to her knees.
"Ah, the sun rises and blinds me with its fair beauty!"
"Who is it?" she repeated. And then Janet saw the man sitting under the tree not ten feet from where she had fucked with Jim Elliot. A ghastly thought passed through her mind that this man had watched that entire debacle. And then she shoved that from her mind. He would be leering at her and trying to fuck her if he had seen what had -or hadn't -happened.
"'Tis I, fair damsel, Gary van Toorn, he of the silver tongue and expert of debate and the thespian arts."
"Thespian?" she repeated dumbly, then she remembered the word. Actor. He had had something to do with the high school drama department. Who was it that always repeated the flowery phrases and. then tripped over his own feet? Gary van Toorn!
"Yes, nectar of life, it is none other than the mighty actor. And I assure you I've out-grown my clumsiness. See?"
He rose in a smooth, liquid motion and took a step forward. Something went wrong and he tripped over his own feet and came hurtling down on top of her. She flinched away but he miraculously turned while falling and caught himself lightly on his fingertips.
"When one is as deucedly clumsy as I, one learns to be graceful about it. But you wouldn't know, would you? You were always such perfection of movement, so classic of beauty, so self-possessed, so elegant."
"You flatter me," she said, loving every second of it.
"Of course I do. But are the compliments flattery when they. are all true? Nay, I say, they are not compliments then but the simple truth. Beauty such as yours should be shared with the world. Let all see the magnificence of this creature!"
He contrived to lift her up but somehow his hands slipped under her skirt and ran along the smoothness of her thighs. The fingers clamped on bare rump. His eyes glowed but his fingers didn't leave their sexy berths on her behind.
"Once a klutz, always a klutz, I guess," he said.
"I don't know, Gary. I thought that was a pretty smooth move on your part. It's the most unique approach I've ever had used on me. And I did like it."
"Did?"
"Yeah, the approach technique isn't necessary anymore. But some other technique might be called for. Are you up to it?" Her eyes drifted 'along his slim body until they rested on his crotch. The bulge there was unmistakable.
"For one as fair as thee, my dearest one, I am always ready to rise to the occasion!"
His hands began roving over her bare ass again. His fingers parted her asscheeks and plunged into the humid canyon between. He worked down sensuously until he found her puckered asshole. A finger probed into it, and she sighed and pressed her body closer to his.
"No," she said. "I don't want it up my ass. Why don't you tongue fuck me inside my tight little pussy? It's all ready for you. All you have to do is . . . "
She never got to finish. He bowled her over, spread her legs and pressed his lips against her nether ones. He began blowing hot air all over her pussy. The tendrils of that hot breath against her clit aroused her more than anything else he could have done. She was almost sobbing with desire by the time she felt his hard tongue stab out against her rigid, blood-engorged pussy lips.
"That's the way I love to feel it," she sighed. "Do it to me and make me come. I . . . aiaaaaaseeeeeeeeee!"
Her entire body shook with the unexpectedness of the orgasm. She had been feeling horny as all get-out, but she hadn't thought she was this keyed up. She was wrong. She was.
The lightest touch of his tongue was enough to make her groan and shiver with desire. But he had stopped and was looking up at her, the cunt juices rimming his mouth.
It took her several seconds to realize he had stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Don't stop! Keep going!"
"You want me to keep going, even though you've already gotten off?" His voice was perplexed.
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
"Incredible. Most of the women I've been with don't even get off, no matter how long I eat them. And you're so hot you explode at the lightest touch on your pussy.'"
"It . . . it's that you're not the first today. I found Mr. Elliot and we came out here to fuck."
"Didn't you make it?" The actor's voice sounded confused as if he'd gotten himself into something and wasn't quite sure what it was.
"Yes, of course we did. But he came long before I was ready and then he just upped and left. I was so damned horny I was thinking about finding me a tree limb to fuck. And then you showed up and I knew it would be okay when we got down to it."
"I did think your pussy tasted a little different," he said, making a face, "but not all that bad, I guess. So you want me to keep going?"
"What's wrong with you, Gary? Yes, yes, yes! Keep eating my cunt! I need it sooooooo!"
"Wow," he said under his breath. "This is the first chick I ever met who was this hung up on getting eaten out."
Janet lay back and tried to lose herself in the delicious sensations building inside her again. She didn't know what kind of women Gary had been with in the past, but they must have been dynamite actresses. Then she realized that might be the answer. They were all in the theatre.
She didn't know that much about acting or putting on stage plays, but the people participating had to be exhibitionists. Otherwise how could they parade on stage, dressed up funny or even undressed totally, and not get self-conscious. They enjoyed being the center of attraction. They had to have it.
That was their thrill in life, not fucking. She imagined it might even be possible for some of the women to fake orgasm just to get some of the men under their thumbs. They were all actors, after all, and had their own ego needs to be fulfilled. It might not be possible for the stage to give them all they needed, but a lot of it might be provided by the applause of the audience.
Janet pushed that idle speculation from her mind as she felt his agile tongue slithering along the edges of her cunt lips. He teased and toriured them with swift, fleeting strokes that built the tension in her belly faster than even she would have believed possible. When he got to her clit, he gave it special attention.
She gasped as his tongue looped around that tiny organ and massaged the base. Slipping to the tip of the slick little organ, he toyed with it until she was thrashing around on the ground again. She couldn't get enough of this sweet mouth love. There had to be more.
"D-don't s-stop I" she stuttered out in her great need. "Keep going until I melt entirely!"
He didn't pick up the tempo of his tongue fucking, but he didn't slow down either. He continued to lick and lap at her clit. When he sucked it in between soft lips she thought she was going to come. The tensions were right, but he managed to prevent it long enough to get his tongue flitting over the very tip. Then she came, thrashing and shouting and struggling under the torturing lash of his tongue.
"YYAAAAAHHHHHHH P"
"Want more?" he asked needlessly. She couldn't begin to answer. She was lost in the wonderland of orgasm. Her entire world had shattered and was drifting down in jagged fragments. And it was the best thing she had ever felt.
He continued licking and sucking at her emit lips. He abandoned her clit in favor of licking up all her leaking pussy fluids. When he had exhausted the supply momentarily, he worked his way down across her slit. She felt icy knives stabbing into her loins when he crossed the slightly ridged plain between her cunt hole and her anus.
She came again when he began tongue-fucking her asshole.
Her entire body was shivering as if she had been left out in the polar cold. Her muscles locked and then, shuddering hard, released as the waves of desire passed from one end of her body to the other. She felt her toes curling upwards and her fists closing in her great need. Her pussy tensed and shot out huge quantities of her frothy fuck fluids. She was glad her ass was on the soft moss carpet. Otherwise she might have ripped and torn sensitive flesh in her passion-throes.
"More," she sobbed, when her voice returned. "Beep going. I need all the mouth love you can give me. Gobble up my pussy! Tongue-fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Sorry, darling, 'tis not the way the world is. Would that it were, you would be a princess and I .your humble servant. So let me tell you from the shoulder how it's going. My cock is hurting me. I mean hurting. So you can do something about it while I dive back and lick all over your pussy, hmmmm?"
"Yes, yes, anything you want, but don't stop. I'll go out of my mind. That son-of-abitch teacher wasn't any good. He just came and then left me still needing his prick!"
"He taught you something valuable then," said Gary, moving around so that he was heading in the opposite direction. No longer with his head between the woman's legs and lapping at her blonde pussy, he maneuvered until he straddled her head. Then he dipped back down into her crotch and lapped at her woman-wines again.
"I . . . I'll suck your prick for you," she managed to get out. She knew this was the idea he had in mind. And, for her, it didn't seem all that bad. He was eating her out so well, and the least she could do was return the favor.
Trembling hands fumbled at his zipper and she finally succeeded in freeing his prick. It came tumbling out, almost falling into her mouth. It wasn't all that long and it wasn't impossibly thick. But it was cock she could suck. And suck she did. Hard.
His hips lurched a little as she. applied the suction. But he didn't take his mouth off her cunt, and for that she was happy. He knew that they were capable of pushing each other's passions past the breaking point. She began applying her tongue to his prick with all the fervor locked up inside her.
She ran her tongue all around the thick head and then traced out the backside of the purple hood of his glans. He jerked a little harder when she did this, and the blonde knew that she was really getting through to him then. She toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his cock, and his hips almost exploded into a frenzy of face fucking.
The woman cooled it a little and ran her tongue back along the sides of his shaft. The man-meat flowing under her tongue was hot and pulsed with every beat of his distant heart. She tried to keep him aroused, but not too much.
She didn't want him jetting off yet. The man might decide to simply stand up and leave her like Jim Elliot had. She had to keep stringing him along by. continually promising him just a little more.
"Ummm, God, lady, you do that nice!" he called back once. When he took his mouth away from her snatch, a breeze blew cool and gentle across her aroused flesh. It sent shivers all the way up her spine and created a new lust inside.
The best way she could show him she approved of what he was doing was to suck even harder on his cock. Or even better. She moved down the virile shaft of his prong until she came to his balls. The hairy sac dangled down in just the right position for her to suck it into her mouth and bang it lightly against her teeth and tongue.
When she did this, she felt his balls inside begin to lurch and tumble. She wondered if the lead-heavy jism might erupt from her light tonguing. The man managed to keep his control and he never missed a single lick along her cant lips. He even plunged his tongue far into her twat and started tongue-fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes designed to build up her desires again.
She swallowed hard and then went back to the bag trapped inside her lips. The scrotum was contracted into a tight little sphere. She ran her tongue over the wrinkled skin and teased the balls dancing around inside. She knew the thick stew of his man-seed might blast out at any instant so the blonde reluctantly abandoned this and went back to licking along his cock.
For a moment, she was seized and held in the grip of a light orgasm. His tongue-fucking had paid off. It took her by surprise but she still enjoyed the mild release of her huge sexual energies. She was keyed up and high-strung now. The lightest of touches across her clit would set her off.
The man seemed to read her mind. His tongue continued to drive mercilessly in and out of her tightly clutching pussy hole, but he started pressing his chin down into her pubic bone. This contracted her already tight fuck channel around his tongue. The slithery feeling inside her cunt was almost more than she could bear. But what really set her off was the way her snatch tightened up. The skin became taut and she felt the pea-sized go-button rubbing against his lips. She came. And this time there was nothing mild about it. She felt as if he had detonated an H-bomb in her guts.
The fires raging in her loins refused to die. They fed on each other and on her flesh and continued to grow until they threatened to consume her entire body. She loved it. She wanted more. And he gave it to her. His tongue worked magic on her cunt. It fluttered all over her juicy cunt walls, then swirled hard against her sensitive inner labia like some berserk tornado.
He turned her every way but loose.
She panted hard after she regained some control of her body. The woman wondered how much more of this she could take. Her reserves were running down. She had gone through a hell of a lot of emotional trauma earlier in the day, and now she was releasing all the pent-up sexual frustrations she had.
"Keep sucking on my cock, dammit!" the man demanded. "I'm almost there and I need your mouth fastened on the end of my cock: Suck, damn you, suck like you've never sucked in your life She shook her head and got a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. She moved her lips along the sides of his cock, kissing and licking and caressing as she went. She found the end of his fuck stick even larger than when she'd left to go exploring around his crotch. The excited blood pumping into his cock had him at the brink of orgasm.
She clamped her mouth over the end of his delicious cock and sucked. The tiny bead of bitter pre-seminal fluid got snatched away with a swipe of her tongue. She tried to ram her tongue down the tiny slot at the end of his cock. They both knew it wasn't possible but the attempt made them get even hotter. She felt that piss-slit expand and knew the torrents of his white-hot come couldn't be far behind.
And she wasn't wrong.
Her tongue barely got out of the way as the first surge of his jism launched into her mouth. It spattered against her tonsils. The woman knew she wouldn't be able to taste his precious yield if she didn't do something fast. She pressed her tongue firmly against the end of his fountaining prick. This allowed her to smear the gooey come all over her taste buds.
She savored the salty, acrid taste of his sperm and semen. And she sucked. She sucked harder than she ever had in her life. She sucked so hard her cheeks went concave with the strain. The woman knew the guy must think he had plugged himself into a milking machine. She didn't care. She wanted more. And her vacuum-cleaner mouth gave it to her.
She drained his balls of his come and then felt his prick begin to wilt in her mouth. The woman continued licking and sucking but it did no good. His erection was gone and nothing could get it back soon.
Janet was almost resigned to the fact when she realized he bad come and yet he was still licking and avidly sucking at her pussy. He wasn't lice most Men; he wanted to get her off, too, even though he had come and his prick was a limp worm sleeping between his legs.
She closed her eyes and gasped at the lightning bolts of desire ripping into her tender well of passion. His cock hard tongue drilled into her snatch and reamed her out. He stroked along her velvet soft walls until she couldn't take any more of it.
She came.
And he kept her at the pinnacle of her desire by moving to her clit and sucking on it. His tongue refused to let her come down from her peak. Just as she was sure she was drifting back to reality, he would flick his damp oral digit across her clitoris and push her out into space again. Janet didn't know how long she had stayed on top of her ultimate pleasure, but it seemed like years.
When he finally allowed her to relax, she felt more drained than she had in years.
Sleepy-eyed, she looked down at Gary. He was smiling and said, "I enjoyed that a bunch. It's exactly as it should have been."
"Yes, I agree. Super," she sighed.
"Not that we both didn't enjoy it," he said. The look of confusion on her face made him add, "This is exactly the way a scene in one of my movies went. This chick -you probably wouldn't recognize her name -was spread wide and I had to eat her out. Well, we got carried away and followed the script for real instead of faking it like we usually do. It was something out of this world."
"You make porno movies?" Janet still felt too deliciously well-fucked to feel any outrage.
"Sure. It's a living. And one of these days, I'll make it to Broadway. The big time, you know."
She knew. Like so many of the others in her class, Gary hadn't quite made it, either.