Chapter 5
Jeff Aust was the one to discover that she had gone. He had tried to" find out what was bothering her, and when he discovered she was missing from the small cabin she had taken, he checked for her at the big house.
Naturally he was not allowed inside, and had to peer through the windows of the small club room to see if she was there. After watching the other guests for a few moments, he realized she wasn't with them.
He checked the barn on a hunch, and when he found Whirlwind missing, he realized that she had taken the horse. Normally, a night ride was discouraged in any case, but there was a bad storm brewing in the mountains, and he feared for her safety as he watched the dark clouds gathering overhead.
He could have told Sam Farrel that she was missing, but he pushed that idea out of his mind. He did not want to have to explain his continuing interest in her, nor did he feel all together comfortable even mentioning her to Sam Farrel. He could not get it out of his mind, that her troubles were some way connected with the obvious lust he could see in Sam Farrel's eyes, whenever she was around.
He decided that he would keep her leaving the ranch a secret, and go off and find her himself. Perhaps, he hoped, as he saddled a horse, he could finally get her to open up to him, once he had found her, alone, away from the ranch.
The wind was already picking up as he rode out of the barn, howling softly in a mournful fashion, whistling past his ears. The chilly night air was dropping steadily, and already he was shivering despite the warm jacket he was wearing.
He had not gone more than a mile before the rain began. It came down hard, in thick, driving sheets and in a matter of moments, he was completely drenched, shivering with the harsh cold that accompanied the storm.
Instinctively, he followed the trail that wound up into the mountains. For some reason, he was certain she was headed in that direction. She was on some sort of flight, he imagined, and climbing high and away from the valley below, seemed to be the method she would use to escape whatever was troubling her.
The rain continued, growing stronger in intensity. He cursed the foul weather and urged his horse onward, though the animal obviously did not want to be out in the cruel, unforgiving elements.
There was a wide, torrent of a river that wound through the mountains, and he pulled up short at a narrow bridge that crossed it. He could see the water lashing at the small, wooden crossing, making it sway back and forth in a dangerous fashion.
His animal jerked in reluctance as he kicked it forward. "Come on, boy, don't be scared," he cooed to the horse. "Just a few steps and we'll be over, okay?"
The horse whinnied in fear and tried to resist, but he yanked hard on the reins and gave it another kick to urge it on. Slowly, hesitantly, the animal began to cross the bridge.
The raging water beneath it fashed and bucked at the wood and the horse grew terrified. Jeff had to hold tight to the animal's neck to keep from being thrown, and fear raged in his heart also, now. . Tortured by terror and doubt, the man and beast made their way over the narrow, dangerous bridge. Jeff could hear the wind howling violently now, and the sound of the bridge yawning and straining at its moorings was frighteningly loud.
At last they had crossed and Jeff heaved a sigh of relief as the creature stepped onto solid earth once more. The trail was steeper at that point, winding ever upward, and he gingerly prodded his animal forward on the path, once more.
Even in the best of conditions, this climb took time and skill, for the path could lurch off at an angle suddenly, pitching one down into the deep, black chasm below without warning. It was a dangerous route, and Jeff was cursing Suzanne Kennerly for being so foolish as to take it, now.
It was as if she were looking for disaster, he though, as he gently and carefully-prodded his horse up along the narrow trail. If she wanted to risk her life, she couldn't have picked a better way, he thought.
Now the rain came down as if huge buckets of water were being tossed over the young man's head. The water washed over the path in steams, and the footing became more and more dangerous as they climbed.
His horse stumbled at one point and they swayed above the yawning drop of the cliff for several moments, Jeff's heart beating with terror. When the beast he was sitting upon finally settled down, he slipped from the saddle, deciding it would be safer to walk from now on. ;
The mud was thick on the trail and he was freezing under his clothing by now. He shivered violently as they made their slow, tortured way upward, the animal he was leading, resisting the climb every step of the way.
There was a small clearing at one level of the climb and he-peered into the driving rain and darkness, noticing a familiar shape beside a tree. It was a horse, he finally realized, and he pulled his animal up and off the path, in excitement.
The creature in front of him was standing, passively, beside a tree, and sprawled on the ground, where she had obviously been thrown, was the body of Suzanne Kennerly. She lay motionless as Jeff approached and he quickly ran to her.
He turned her over on her back, and he noticed her eye lids fluttering. He sighed in relief, realizing that she was only stunned, and picked her up in his arms. Though he was not a big man, she hardly weighed anything at all, and he held her, steadily, as he peered once more into the driving rain.
He remembered a small lodge a few hundred feet ahead, and in the blanket of rain, he could just make out the shape of the cabin in the distance. He slowly carried the unconscious girl toward the cabin, groaning as he slipped on the muddy earth.
He kicked the door open when he reached the cabin and quickly carried the young girl over to one of the small bunks in the far corner. There was a pile of kindling wood and a generous amount of split logs beside the fire place, and he set to work, building a fire at once.
In just a few moments, he had a small blaze going, and he added lengths of wood to it, until it was burning warmly in the fire place. He rubbed his freezing hand against the heat, and then turned to the girl lying still on the bunk.
Smiling grimly, he stepped over to her and undressed her as quickly as possible. She was soaked to the skin, as he was, and her wet. sodden clothing was cold to his touch as he pulled the garments from her.
Her lovely body was almost blue from the cold and he rubbed her hands and feet to get the blood flowing in them again. She moaned slightly and he quickly covered her with a thick, woolen blanket, then stripped off his own drenched clothing and wrapped himself in another one.
He sat before the fire, adding logs now and again, watching the young girl as she turned on the narrow bunk, slowly coming back to her senses. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open and she groaned as the consciousness came back to her.
"What ... what happened?" she moaned, trying to sit up, but finding herself still to weak to do so. "Where ... where am I?"
He got up and gently forced her back down on the bunk. He slipped a pillow under her head, and tucked the blanket around her, neatly once more. "Take it easy, Suzy'" he whispered softly. "You had a fall, but you're okay, now."
She gazed at him, confused and frightened. "What are you doing here?" she moaned. "And where are we, anyway?"
Jeff Aust smiled. "It's okay, Suzy." he said quietly. "I found you were gone and I came after you. It's a lucky thing I did."
"I wanted to get away," she sighed, then stifling a sob. she turned her head to the way. "I wanted to run, and run, and run!"
"That's a lot of running," he grunted. He slipped his arms under her shoulders. "Come on over here by the fire and get warm!"
Groaning, she allowed him to lift her up from the narrow bunk and take her over to a small sofa placed in front of the fire. The warm blaze was crackling, now, sending a delicious heat pouring from the confinement of the fire place.
She sat down, sighing heavily and allowed him to place her feet on a small stool, baring them to the warmth of the flames. She leaned against the back of the sofa, moaning with an obvious despair.
"I wish you hadn't found me," she said, her voice trembling with an effort to keep from crying. "I wish I could have died out there!"
Jeff sat down on the sofa next to her, though he kept a good distance between them. He stared at her intently, rubbing his own hands in front of the fire, bending over then, to toss another length of wood on the flames.
"Why do you say that?" he asked softly, his voice baring no trace of disgust. "Why in hell would you want that to happen to you?"
"You wouldn't understand," she sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Nobody would. Let's just say I feel that way, that's all!"
Jeff smiled at her. "I think it's kind of silly, Suzy," he chuckled softly. "After all, at our age, nothing can be that bad."
She glared at him. "Jesus, you think you know everything, don't you?" she snarled coldly. "You think you can solve every little problem with a little tender loving care, don't you?"
Jeff shrugged. "It's always worth a try, I guess," he replied happily. "After all, if it wasn't for that, you'd still be freezing to death out there in the rain."
"As well I should be," she answered bitterly. "I don't have much to live for, now, anyway. If you learned what I learned about myself, you might agree!"
The intent in his stare increased, then, as he gazed at her with obvious affection in his eyes. "Why don't you just tell me about it?" he said, simply. "Why don't you just take the chance that I might understand?"
Suzanne Kenner looked into his warm and compassionate eyes and the self-loathing washed over her like the rain that roared outside the small cabin. The fierce hatred and shame. she felt for herself became almost unbearable in that moment, and she hated him, too, for the goodness she saw in his eyes.
At that moment, she wanted to hurt him, and hurt him savagely. She wanted to inflict as much pain on him as she possibly could. She smiled grimly, then, nodding her head as she drew the blanket tighter around her trembling body.
"You really want to know, don't you?" she chuckled coldly. "You really think I'm so sweet and wonderful that I couldn't possibly have anything that wrong, don't you?"
"I'm no saint, Suzy," he replied softly. "And I know that you aren't one, either. But that doesn't mean you're evil, in any case."
She laughed, her voice bitter and shrill again. "All right, Jeffrey," she said, coldly. "You want to know, I'll tell you! I'll tell you all of it!"
The flames crackled loudly in the fire place, and the rain and wind outside the small cabin whistled and howled as she told him of her encounters with Sam Farrel. She left nothing out, not a single portion of the incidents. She watched his eyes, closely, eager to see the hurt she was inflicting, on him, welling up in them, now.
Perversely, unable to bear the kindly light with which the young man saw her, she wanted to shatter that affection, now. She wanted to destroy the good feelings he had for her, wanted, desperately, to see the horror and revulsion in his eyes.
She was smiling .is she told him. her lips drawn hack in an almost animalistic snarl. She could tell that site was hurting hint. and it made her eager to continue, eager to tell him all of it. Just how degraded and perverted she truly was.
"And I loved it. do you understand. I loved it," she cackled almost insanely. "I wanted to do it, I did! And I'll probably do it again, understand?"
She was smiling fiercely, now. and she could see his hands trembling, making fists as he stared back at her. She waited for the blows she knew would come, waited for him to start beating her savagely in anger, horror and shock.
But he merely smiled weakly in return and shook his head, sadly. "I'm sorry for you, Suzy," he whispered anxiously. "I really, really am sorry for you!"
"Tuck you," she hissed savagely, sneering at him. "I don't need your sympathy, you little bastard. Go to hell!"
He grabbed her by her wrists then, and she gasped, leaning back from the punch she was certain he was going to throw. But he did not hit her. He merely held tightly to her wrists and shook her a bit to get her attention.
"You little jerk," he whispered harshly. "I'm not sorry for your sickness, or for what you did! I'm sorry because it's obviously tearing you apart!"
"I'm fine, you idiot, just fine," she snarled, pulling her hands away from him, then. "I don't care what happens to me. now, I don't!"
"That much is obvious." he sighed. He turned and threw another log on the fire, and spoke, staring into the raging, yellow and red flames. "You're so disgusted and upset with yourself, you don't, know what to do."
Suzanne sobbed, turning away from him and pressing her face into the side of the sofa. "How do you expect me to feel?" she moaned. "After all the perverted things I've done, how do you think I should feel?"
She was shuddering violently, she was crying so hard, and he turned his head, and stared at her fondly. He could see the blanket rising up and down on her shoulders as she cried, and her tragic figure made his heart ache for her.
He reached out and took hold of her shoulders, turning her around to face him, then. "You shouldn't hate yourself," he said warmly. "That much I do know."
She sobbed, falling against him now, feeling utterly helpless in that moment. She had expected everything from him but compassion, and she buried her head into his chest,-weeping openly, now.
"Ohh, God, I feel like shit, Jeffrey, just shit," she wailed. "I'm worthless, completely vile, I know it, I do!"
He sighed patting her head gently as he held her. "No, that's not true," he said, simply. "It just isn't true!"
"How can you say that?" she gasped, quivering violently in his embrace. "How can you even begin to say that, after what I've told you?"
Jeff Aust chuckled softly, squeezing her tenderly now. He could feel her tight, slender body crushing against his, even feel the hard points of her nipples through the blankets that separated them.
"Because I know enough about people, not to find them disgusting," he assured her. "I may not understand what they do, but I don't condemn them out of hand."
Suzanne Kennerly felt a wave of aching need washing through her then. She sobbed and mashed herself more tightly to his body, quivering with a mixture of excitement and love for him.
He was rocking her gently back and forth now, kneading her shoulders with his hands. She felt a curious strength coming off of him, a warm, compelling concern and desire to help her that both shocked and comforted her.
"You ... you really don't find me disgusting, Jeff?" she moaned, her voice quivering with her disbelief. "You don't think I'm some kind of perverted creature?"
"No, I don't," he laughed softly, without any mocking in his tone of voice. "I think you're a little confused and worried, but I don't think you're sick, baby!"
He reached up and lifted her head to face him. His eyes were warm and tender and she sighed as he bent his mouth to hers. "I love you, Suzy," he whispered, kissing her tenderly. "Maybe being so alone and afraid in the role you have been playing led you to do what you did, I don't know. But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't!"
She felt his mouth, strong and manly moving over hers now and she shivered as the pleasing, familiar pleasure began to tingle in her loins. She felt his tongue slithering back and forth against her small, even teeth, and as parted them willingly under the probing spear.
As his tongue slithered into her mouth, wrapping itself gently around her own, she moaned in pleasure. "Ohh, I want you, Jeffrey, I do," she whispered hungrily. "I want you badly, darling, so very badly!"
Jeff Aust's hands slipped the folds of the blanket apart then, and cupped, tenderly, under her pert, round breasts. He felt them quivering against his palms, the blood pounding in the precious spheres with increasing fury.
Her nipples began to grow taut and erect against his palms and he moaned with a powerful rumbling that was beginning to surge in his own loins, now.
"Ohh, Suzy, Suzy, you're so beautiful," he groaned, squeezing her lovely, warm boobs gently in his fingers. "I love you so much, baby, so much!"
Her mouth moved hungrily over his and she reached up with one of her hands and tenderly pulled one of his hands down to her lap. "Ummm, touch me there, darling," she moaned anxiously. "I want you to touch me there, now, please!"
Jeff Aust's groin was throbbing, now, as he roamed his fingers over the girl's moist, warm pit. He felt the undulating heat pouring from her cave, washing over his digits enticingly. A thin stream of love juice was already dripping from her quivering chamber, and it coated his digits with its sticky film, delightfully, then.
"You are my only love, Suzy," he whispered passionately, now. He slithered the tips of his fingers over her throbbing cunt mound and felt her jerking spasmodically in response to his caress. "My only love, baby, for truth!"
Suzanne Kennerly groaned, the awful horror and feeling of emptiness leaving her swiftly,, now. She felt his fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples back and forth, and his other hand gently massaging her aching cunt mound.
She realized that he meant what he said, and the powerful desire she was feeling for him grew even stronger in her pussy. She mashed her mouth down hungrily against his, now, kissing him wildly.
"Ohh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, we waited too long," she moaned, slithering her own, delightful hand beneath his blanket, now. "Too damn long, my darling!"
She found his cock with her greedy fingers, already erect and throbbing between his legs. He gasped as she wrapped her soft, slender digits around the pulsating shaft, squeezing it harshly in her tiny fist.
The pleasure raced through his manhood powerfully, making him shudder as the darling young girl kneaded his aching tool. He felt her warm, gripping digits working up and down on his prong, squeezing and massaging it to full erection.
He had been waiting for such a chance with her for years, and he was determined that he would erase the awful memory of her incidents with Sam Farrel, by the pure and clean passion he would give to her.
To his mind, nothing that had gone on before mattered, for her warmth and throbbing excitement was all that was important to him. now. He roamed his fingers greedily over her pussy mound, twisting and turning them, against her damp, warm bush, slithering the tips of his digits up and down along the cleft between her wet, quivering cunt petals. She gasped with delight, thrusting her pussy up hard against his hand, then, and he chuckled softly as he pinched the tender lips between his fingers, now.
She groaned thickly, pumping her hand rapidly up and down on his cock, now, twisting her lovely fingers against his throbbing meat with increasing passion. "Uriimm, darling, I'm going to make you feel so good." she promised, her voice giggling passionately. "I'm just going to make you feel so nice!"
She shifted her body around, then, slithering her lips downward along his chest. She kissed him passionately, all the while her lips traveling toward the thick, hard shaft she held in her hand.
She nuzzled her head in his lap, lathering the base of his rod with her tongue, and the young man groaned, shuddering spasmodically as he felt-her lovely lips roaming over his aching meat.
She giggled softly as she moved her mouth against his flesh. She could feel the burning blood racing through his shaft as she rolled her tongue over it. and when she nibbled at his hard, hot meat with her teeth, she heard the groan of pleasure escaping his lips and ringing in her ears.
Lovingly, she moved her tongue over the surface of his cock, snapping at the head of his tool in a wicked fashion. Jeff jerked once more, the aching spasm of delight tearing through him, now, as the gnawing need spread throughout his loins.
"Ahh, God, Suzy, that's so good," he sighed, shuddering once more as the lovely girl worked her mouth down to the root of his prong. "Yes, that's it, that's it!"
She giggled again, pleased to be able to affect him this way. Slowly she worked her mouth to the base of his tool, licking and stabbing at it violently with her tongue.
Hungrily she attacked the thick, hairy sack that contained his balls. She stabbed her tongue at his flesh, violently, slicing it around the throbbing stones with greedy passion. He gasped as she opened her mouth, lifting his balls inside with the tip of her precious dart.
She locked her moist, warm lips around his sack and sucked on the trapped nuggets powerfully. The harsh, aching spasms tore through his flesh, violently, then, making Jeff jerk and shudder with the most powerful and delight sensations he had ever known.
She lathered his imprisoned rocks with her tongue, then, slapping them back and forth in her mouth as she sucked hard on the aching stones. She hummed softly, sending violent spasms of vibrating air against his flesh, making the young man groan thickly, with delight.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes. yes," he sobbed, his voice broken and spent with need. "Ahh, baby, Suzy, let me do the same! Let me do the same for you, now!"
Hungrily, he squirmed his body around the narrow width of the couch, until his lips were pressed greedily against her belly. She sighed contentedly as she felt his tongue roaming down through the soft, silken hair that covered her crotch, stabbing greedily at her damp, quivering mound.
Jeff slithered his spear over her cunt petals and she moaned wildly, thrusting her cunt against his mouth. He flicked the tip of the spear at her twitching ciit, spreading the lips of her pussy apart to reveal the tender button.
As his tongue slashed at the quivering knob, waves of hot, stinging pleasure tore through her cunt, and the young girl sobbed and twisted savagely on the sofa in response. She moaned as she felt him sucking on her love button, lathering it with his tongue, while he drank the creamy, damp juice of her pussy, greedily..
Her smooth, warm thighs clasped tightly against his head and she moved her own adorable mouth swiftly back up along his cock, now. As the young man sucked and lashed at her cunt with his tongue, nibbling on her flesh, savagely, she-bucked her pussy hard against his face, and made her way toward the throbbing helmet of his tool.
She drew her teeth along the length of his cock, slashing her tongue at the hot, pounding flesh as she went along. He moaned wildly and shuddered, groaning when her sweet, soft lips reached the tortured head of his manhood.-Now she opened her mouth and drew the huge, thick prong inside. Jeff Aust nearly leaped from the sofa, so powerful was the tremor of pleasure that tore through him, when the darling girl fastened her lips and teeth around his captured cock.
She giggled and drew more of his tool into her mouth, relaxing her throat passage for the huge prong to slither down into. The hot, moistness of her flesh surrounding him then, and the pure delight of her silken tunnel was overwhelming in its sensual beauty. The young man groaned, thrusting forward, and eagerly she allowed him to bury his prick to the hilt in her velvet canal.
Slowly they began to rock back and forth on the sofa, now, driving their lips and tongues at each other as their passion grew more violent and fierce. She powered his cock deep into her throat, sucking on the root of his shaft, hungrily. He lathered her cunt, savagely, then, lashing at her clit and sucking on her pussy lips, greedily.
The fierce passion was growing stronger in their loins, and Suzanne could barely breathe, for the pure, harsh fire that burned in her cunt. She felt his tongue slithering deep into her pussy, and her inner walls thrashed with the power of her need.
Wildly she bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, while the young man licked and sucked on her pussy, hungrily. She moaned and shuddered, feeling him burying his tongue deep inside of her then, lashing the plunging spear back and forth in the depths of her hot, steaming tunnel.
. She rode his cock in and out of the silken passage of her throat, with increasing urgency now. Her pussy was throbbing almost unbearably, now, and her aching greed was reaching a limit in her loins.
She felt his cock pounding in her mouth, pulsating savagely against her throat walls, and she knew that she wanted to feel it deep in her cunt, pumping and thrusting in and out of her brutally.
She sucked wildly on his prick, though, allowing herself to be content with that, if it was how he wanted to come. She was willing to do anything to please him: now, even take his come in her mouth if that was the way he wanted it.
But Jeff's balls were raging savagely, then, and the hot blood that was tearing through his cock was more powerful and demanding than anything he had imagined. All he could think about was being in her pussy, and he pulled his mouth from her cunt, then, groaning as he tried to speak.
"I want to fuck you, Suzy." he gasped thickly, trying desperately to pull himself around and over her, now. "I want to be in your cunt, baby, in your cunt!"
She sobbed wildly and shifted her body around beneath him, then. "Like a dog." she moaned, no longer caring if her fantasy controlled her, as long as she could get him inside of her, then. "Fuck me like a dog, please, Jeff, like a dog!"
She was on her hands and knees, now. swaying from left to right on the sofa, her firm, ripe buttocks jiggling attractively, her round, pert breasts dangling enticingly from her chest. She rocked wildly as he slipped up behind her. grasping her hips in his hands and pulling himself forward.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, I want you, yes," she moaned, balancing herself on one hand as she reached between her legs for his cock. "Ummm, just like a dog, yes, yes!"
She pulled his cock greedily toward her cunt, shuddering as she felt it throbbing in her fingers once more. The huge, thick spear was pulsating powerfully and she guided it quickly toward her awaiting chamber.
Jeff Aust moaned wildly as he felt the thick, hot head of his cock slithering between her damp, warm cunt lips. The twin petals of love gripped the plunging meat hungrily, kneading it forward with anxious greed.
Moaning wildly again, he thrust hard into her pit, burying his tool completely in her quaking passage. He leaned up and over her, then, slipping his hands under her body and gripping her tits tightly in his fists.
"Now, fuck me hard, right now," she groaned, bucking her tender, spongy behind hard against his belly. "Do it just like an animal, Jeff, ohh, God. do it now!"
The young man moaned softly, feeling her cunt muscles squeezing and gripping his cock fiercely, now. She flexed the strong, eager muscles savagely against his flesh, urging him to begin the powerful attack that she craved.
Now the young man was overwhelmed by the passion tearing through his loins. He began to slither his prick in and out of her cunt with a slow, rhythmic pace. twisting and turning the shaft as he rode it along her hot, creamy passage.
Her cunt seemed to be on fire around his thrusting tool, burning with the fierce, powerful lust that was consuming her. She nodded, laughing wildly and bucking against him as he buried the tool inside of her once more.
"Faster, harder, darling, yes," she moaned, twisting from left to right in pure, violent pleasure. "Ummm, like a dog, fuck me good, like the bitch I am!"
Jeff could not control himself, now. He began to pump his tool in and out of her violently, then, rocking it back and forth along her hot, gripping tunnel with an increasing frenzy of passion.
His flesh was burning with desire and his cock felt as if it were going to explode as he drove it into her. She threw herself against him wildly, laughing and sobbing with pleasure, now, her cunt muscles gripping and squeezing him with uncontrollable fury.
Again and again he roared into her pit. She sobbed, her mind swirling with the memory and image of the huge dog that had fucked her before. She did not care,-though, what she dreamed of, now, as long as he kept screwing her so wonderfully.
Faster and faster he powered his cock along her hot, trembling path. He could feel her pussy walls locking against his driving weapon, gearing up for a massive and violent orgasm. She tossed her head from left to right and her tits quivered deliciously in his hands as he kneaded them.
With ever increasing passion and force, he pumped his meat into her cunt. She groaned and gasped with delight, nodding now, her cunt drawing so tightly around his cock, that it felt as if, she were trying to crush it between her inner walls.
"Ohh, God, Jeff, yes, yes, I'm' going to come," she sobbed, thrusting her bottom hard against his grinding belly. 'Ooooo, going to come, darling, come so good!"
He slammed into her once more and felt the hot, boiling flood of her release washing over his shaft as she climaxed violently. The harsh, compelling spasms tore through her pussy, now, rocking them both from left to right with the sheer violence and force of her orgasm.
Jeff could barely see straight as he drove into her, now. Her cunt muscles were gripping and kneading him wildly, now, urging him on toward his own, aching relief. He gasped and shuddered as he felt it coming over him, the churning come about to burst free from the tortured sack of his balls.
Suddenly the hot burst of creamy fluid shot from his nuts and spurted savagely into her cunt. She remembered the sensation of the dog coming inside of her, then, but this climax felt much more pleasurable in her loins.
"I'm coming, Jesus, yes, coming, now," he gasped, thrusting his bursting tool to the very pit of her quaking tunnel. "Ohh, God, yes, Suzy, so good, it's so fucking good, now, yes!"
The creamy fluid powered out of his rod and she wailed in delight as she felt his come splashing against her inner walls. Again and again the angry bursts of creamy delight washed through her pussy and she sighed contentedly, crumbling to the cushions of the sofa under his rude, harsh climax.
Together they shivered and gasped under the effects of their orgasms. He lay over her, his prick plunged deep into her cunt, quivering savagely inside of her, now. Her cunt continued to tremble and thrash against his buried prong, and they both felt more marvelous bliss and draining relief than they had ever imagined possible.
When finally the last of the aching spasms drained away, Jeff rolled off of her and pulled her to his chest, wrapping them both in the comfort on one of the blankets. He stared into the fire, holding her tightly, feeling at last, that he had broken through the wall she had thrown up between them.
Suzy shuddered quietly in his embrace, feeling the strength of his cock resting against her belly, the warmth of it still caressing her moist, trembling flesh. She felt safe for the first time in years, and the horror and loneliness began to leave her then, replaced by the marvelous sense of completeness that being with him gave her. Whatever her dreams and fantasies might be, the love and tenderness she felt from him was real, she thought. And that much, gave her peace.