Chapter 9

BEHIND HER JEFF STOOD COMFORTABLY ON HIS knees, his hands holding her firmly, looking down, watching the great cudgel slowly disappear into her greedy little body. Once he almost reached forward over her, bent the small poplar sapling to one side and told her to free her head. Then he thought better of the idea. No, he thought. This was the girl who had made a rendezvous with him, then given him the cold shoulder. Let her remain ignorant of who he was for the time. He wondered at her silence now, and at the assistance she was giving him since the invader had gained entry, for certainly her eagerness was not in keeping with his idea of how a. notorious tease should act, but what man, ever understood women, anyway?

Prudence was resting comfortably on her knees and elbows now, and she continued to wriggle her hips smally until the cudgel was buried deep. While this was taking place a feeling of wonderful contentment was stealing over her entire body; oozing through every fiber of her being, from the tips of her small, pink fingers to the very ends of her little toes. The only man she had ever known-her husband-had not only beaten her, but had been crude and rough as well, with their coming together a thing of ugly violence, with him lunging and pumping and .squealing like a cut pig. Not so this time. Not so with this man behind her now.

His every touch and movement was a tender caress and when she felt his mighty engine finally reach home within her a gusty sigh of joy escaped her parted lips. Tentatively she wiggled her hips with more force than before. Yes, she was delightfully impaled to the very base of the shaft; could even feel the brush of his hair against her taut, rounded buttocks. Again sound escaped her parted lips, this time a full-bodied moan of anticipated rapture.

"Who-who are you, sir?" she finally managed to say in a small voice.

On the spur of the moment Jeff answered her in the Shawnee dialect of the Algonquian Indian tongue, a language he was as adept with as his own.

"An Indian warrior?" she gasped in surprise, recognizing the tongue but not understanding what he said. Then, because she had more than once considered deserting the prudish, narrow-minded community of Franklin for the wild, free Indian life where, she understood, the mores governing men-women relationships were much less strict, she sighed heavily with contentment. "I'm glad," she said to the grass directly under her face, the triangle holding her head preventing her from, turning.

"Why squaw-glad?" Jeff demanded gruffly and in the manner of an Indian speaking pidgeon English, grinning broadly all the while. "Big Eagle much warrior!"

"Is that your name, sir? Big Eagle?" she asked quietly. Then she was silent for a spell before she continued, her words catching Jeff by surprise. "Is this the way an Indian warrior treats his squaw? By remaining motionless? Doesn't he ever move-or something?"

When Jeff absorbed and digested the true import of her questions his grin grew even larger. "Big Eagle much warrior?" he said, forcing his voice to an unnatural guttural. "Big Eagle fly now?" With this he withdrew almost the full length of the shaft and abruptly drove it home, thus commencing his advance-withdrawal rhythm.

A series of tiny, tingling shocks flushed through Prudence's small body when he did this and she gasped raggedly from the near unbearable pleasure. Once or twice before, prior to her husband's death, as he lay pumping and lunging and squealing atop her she had noticed the beginning of a pleasurable sensation gathering in her belly, yet it was nothing like she was feeling now under the tender ministrations of this wild savage behind her. Besides, Henry had always spasmed and rolled off before the sensation could mature. Deep in her heart she knew this savage was not going to stop; would not leave her hanging in mid-air. She knew this as assuredly as she knew her own name; knew it from his practiced touch and from the gentle churning of the plundering invader back and forth amongst her secret places. This action was swiftly converting the tingling shocks into a golden glow prevading her every fiber, for the massive machine was touching her, caressing her deep inside where she had never been touched or caressed before.

What will the end of it be? she wondered in her innocence. What is about to happen to me?

Is it that wonderful something the wives of the settlement whispered of in delighted but veiled terms.

Yet she was not long to be kept in ignorance. The visitation of supreme rapture was approaching steadily, would soon descend upon both these young people at the same time. Jeff knew the gathering storm within him would soon break while Prudence, having never experienced a call from the visitation before, could only wonder in rapt awe and silence.

Jeff first became aware of its presence within her small, delicate body when he felt her mad clutchings from inside at the massive marauder and at that moment the storm broke low in his belly. Prudence humped her back when the visitation struck her without mercy. Her eyes burned suddenly, her throat ached, her mouth went cotton dry as it flew open and scream after scream tore from her throat.

Then thunder and lightning ripped from the sky to fill them both; to charge without resistance through their anxious bodies. Prudence clutched the grass wildly with both hands to keep from falling off the earth as it rocked and heaved while she bucked and lunged along the plundering invader that poured scalding torrents of the wine of life into her thirsty belly.

"I can't stand it!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "What's happening to me? I can't stand it!" The deliciousness of the rapture was becoming more than she could endure as Jeff, even enthralled as he was, his bliss-contorted face toward the sky, maintained his steady rhythm without pause. "Help!" Prudence screamed as the thunder and lightning of orgiastic devastation charged through her. Her breathing came in desperate sobs. Her clawing hands broke huge chunks of sod loose from the ground. Then her left hand caught hold of the poplar sapling which she thought imprisoned her head and, without knowing she did so, bent it to one side. She continued to hold on to the sapling even after she had removed her neck from the V of the forked dogwood limb, but released it as the rapture in her belly continued to grow, heightened by the out-pouring of burning rapture from her partner. "Help me!" she wailed in an agony of bliss as she, now freed from her supposed confinement, thrashed wildly about on the grass with such fervor that Jeff was forced to tighten his grip on her hips.

This he managed to do with ease, for now the visitation was leaving him. But not Prudence Good-body. She continued to twist and jerk on the mighty invader plundering her secret places, her efforts growing more pronounced and more erratic by the moment. Then the idea came to Jeff and he followed through with it immediately, though he had never held a woman in such a position.

Still gripping her hips firmly to prevent her from divesting herself of the shaft he folded his feet so the toes of each pointed toward the other, easing her back with him as he went. Then he bent forward, circled her tummy with one heavily thewed arm while placing his other hand just under her breasts. When this was done he straightened again, raising her as he did so, with her still securely impaled but seated on his sloping lap, with him seated on his ankles.

Even in this new position she continued to squirm and writhe without rhyme or pattern, her belly muscles knotting and jumping spasmodically. Her midnight black hair hung down between them.

"Gggaaahhh!" The sound was a single, explosive sob signaling the departure of her first visitation of supreme rapture-ever; an experience she would remember as long as she lived. "Ooohhhmmm," she breathed in quieter tones on her complete return to reality, for the first time conscious of the fact that he sat on his ankles and was holding her snugly against him. Now that the moment was over she was suddenly overwhelmed with a gnawing curiousity to look into the face of this savage warrior that had used her so delightfully. Even so, when she glanced up and over her shoulder her expression was somewhat fearful.

"JEFF HUDSON!" she shouted in a surprised voice. She stared into his craggy, grinning face, her mouth open, her eyes large. "Wha-wha-" she began.

"Be quiet," he chuckled, cupping her chin in one hand and, drawing her tightly against him, turned her head around to where he could reach her mouth with his. "You've made enough noise already."

Prudence shivered deliciously as she sat there on his sloping lap, still impaled on the mighty weapon, when their lips met. It was a gentle, lingering kiss filled with fire and tender meaning.

"Jeff Hudson," she said stoutly when it was over, "what a very rakehell you are." Then she hugged herself with both arms and grinned happily. "And I'm so glad."

"This is quite a switch from the girl I chased through the forest just a little while ago," he told her, wondering no little at her sudden change of attitude. "Why were you begging for me not to beat you?"

She studied his face for several seconds before she replied, then took a deep, timerous breath. During the next ten minutes, she gave him a full account of her miserable existence as the wife of Henry Good-body," of the beatings, of her late husband's brutal unconcern for her as a woman-everything.

"And you thought a whipping was all a part of playing mama and papa?" he demanded, not knowing whether to believe his ears or not. "That all men acted as he did?"

"But how was I to know the difference?" she demanded in return. "I was married at seventeen and knew nothin' about men. I didn't know what a man and wife was supposed to do in bed. I didn't even know what a-" she paused to study his face for the tenth time, then grinned and wiggled her hips, "what it is I'm sittin' on looked like."

"You mean this is the first time you've ever-"

She nodded her black head quickly. "Ever what?" she asked.

"Ever been across the divide," he said.

She nodded again. "Yes. If that's what you call it." She hugged herself again in delight. "And ain't it wonderful?"

"Then I take it you approve of Dr. Hudson's treatments," he smiled.

"I'll say I do. Did Susan?"

"Who?"

"Susan, silly. Susan Crowder. This mornin' when I dropped by the Crowder place and found you eatin' breakfast you told me you'd spent the night with her. You was tellin' me the truth, wasn't you?"

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "yes. I was telling you the truth, but I shouldn't have. No man has the right to betray a lady. Not ever. Under any circumstances. Yet Susan said she was going to tell you herself, and I suppose she intends to."

"I like Susan Crowder," Prudence said with simple honesty. "And we have no secrets from each other, except one, and now you know that."

"You mean your being afraid to get too close to a man because you assumed a whipping was a part of lovemaking?" he asked.

"That's right," she replied quietly. "And that's the reason I went so. frigid and distant that time. Remember? When you were to visit my cabin and came early? I wanted desperately to go through with it, but I couldn't stand being whipped any more."

"Forget it," he smiled again. "We'll make up for what we've missed in time to come."

"Mmm," she whispered dreamily, leaning her head back against his chest. "I like that." Then she smiled impishly up at him. "But why wait? What's wrong with right now?"

"Nothing is wrong with right now," he chuckled happily. "It's exactly what I had in mind, but what say we move back toward the pool where I found you? There's more shade there."

"Then you'll have to help me stand," she told him. "I think I'm still a little weak and shaky."

At this Jeff braced himself and grasped her small waist in both his huge hands. He had been correct back there at the pool when he had first seen her taking exercise. His hands spanned her waist easily. Effortlessly he lifted her off the shaft and stood her on her feet where she stood shaking grass and twigs from her hair until he rose to stand beside her.

"Merciful heavens," she gasped in honest surprise as she stood there transfixed, her large, black eyes centered on the still extended plunderer. "Is that-was that-did you-?" She stopped, dumbfounded, to look up at him standing close by. "Oh lordy," she breathed softly. "Even I didn't know I had a-a-thingamajig THAT big."

"A what?" he asked, not understanding.

"A thingamajig," she giggled, her feet spread, her fists on her hips as she leaned forward slightly, her head to one side peering up at him. "You ought to know what a thingamajig is, Dr. Hudson. You just got through operating on it with that-that-"

"Weapon," he supplied, understanding now.

"Yes," she continued. "That weapon. I didn't know my thingamajig could handle a weapon that huge. Henry was," she measured three inches off one hand with the forefinger of the other, "like that. Did-did you use it all?"

"Naturally," he said.

'Mmm-uh," she grunted with feminine delight "Ain't nature a grand old girl?" Then she took his arm in hers and they made their way back to the pool whence she had fled so frightened a short time ago. "I ain't decided yet," she smiled happily up at him as they neared it, "but I think you raped me, Jeffery Hudson."

"And you object, of course."

"Of course not!" she said with force. "Ain't nothin" so wonderful ever happened to me before. I feel like a woman now, like I got some use." She glanced up at him with her black eyes, a tender smile lighting her face to a soft glow. "And you must promise to rape me any time you feel the need."

When they reached the pool they stopped just inside the underbrush at a small clearing. Here the forest floor was covered by a blanket of soft moss, with a few leaves scattered about.

"Shall we go in swimming now?" he asked, though suspecting what her answer would be.

"Huh-uh," she shook her head with vehemence. "I want another one of your treatments, Dr. Hudson. Are you able?" With this she stepped in front of him and reached down with one soft hand to helf his jewels. At her touch the massive marauder, which had relaxed somewhat during their walk to the pool, bucked instantly to rigid, throbbing attention. "Mercy," she marveled as she continued to fondle him. "He's ready. That I can see." She was silent for a moment as her inquisitive hand explored beneath the upright shaft. "Goodness," she whispered in awed tones. "They're big as full-grown peaches. Or maybe bigger. How on earth do you manage to walk?"

"I manage," he told her, taking her by the shoulder. "Lay down there on the moss where there are no leaves. I'll show you something."

"You mean show me somthin' you ain't showed me already?" she asked, doing as he bade her. "My, but this moss feels good. I wish I could go without clothes all the time. What are you goin' to show me?"

"Stretch your arms over your head, spread your legs as wide as you can and just lay there flat on your back," he told her, dropping to his knees.

"Like this?" She lay as he directed, looking up at the sky through the canopy of the forest above. A gentle breeze sifted through the trees around them, nudging the smaller limbs and leaves and touching their bodies. "Is this the way you mean?"

"Exactly," he smiled. "Now just remain that way."

"If I can," she whispered. "What you aimin' to do, Jeff?'

"A lot of this," he said, bending quickly to plant his lips against her ripe mouth.

"Mmm." It was a drawn-out sound she made as their lips clung together, their tongues playing tag. For a full minute he knelt beside her, working his mouth against hers, her tongue a tiny lance of flame, searing where-ever it touched. "I can use a lot of this," she said when their lips parted.

From her lips he kissed the cute little point of her chin, then traveled his lips to the white column of her throat where he paused, nipping the soft warm texture with his lips, with Prudence holding her head far back as possible to deny him nothing. When he had finished there, he traced his lips lower, down her neck to the whiteness of her chest, kissing, nipping, caressing with his tongue; action which already was causing her breath to come in long, full-bodied gasps. Then he shifted on his hands-and-knees position, which gave him con-siderable mobility, to bring both her cone-shaped little breasts within easy reach of his mouth. tie started with the one nearest, holding his mouth open and tracing around the base of it with his tongue, working his tongue in and out rapidly between his parted lips. Slowly he circled the resilient hillock of delight, gradually climbing toward the pink nipple and the closer he got the faster and more ragged came her breathing, her chest heaving so that he was forced to raise his head up and down in rhythm with it. An agonized sob fled her lips when he reached the apex and lightly, but Only once, caressed the nipple with his tongue. Then he transferred to the other breast, where he repeated the procedure. Again when he came to the nipple he caressed it once with his tongue, moistening it, then pursed his lips to blow a thin stream of air. Because of the contrast of the sudden change of temperatures caused by the heat of his tongue, then suddenly the cold steam of air, the nipple contracted sharply. When this happened, and when, he was sure the nipple was thoroughly chilled, without warning, he capped it with the heat of his mouth.

"Oh God!" Prudence cried, arching her belly into the air and trying to roll toward him. This he refused to allow, but pushed her back and began tugging gently with his lips while he vacuumed with his tongue. "Oh God!" she cried again, an almost impreceptible quivering washing over the length of her. The quivering increased when he slid one hand down over the flat plain of her tummy to stop at her black nest at the top of her thighs. Deftly, expertly he worked an impudent forefinger through the floss and into the hot little valley beyond. Her belly muscles bucked whenever he transfered his lips to the other nipple quickly and commenced stroking her with his finger.

The white, tapered splendor of her legs, thrown wide as he had instructed initially, began jerking spasmodically with each stroke of his finger and as he continued caressing the top of her cleft they spread even wider, until they reached their limit. When this happened, and as he continued the stroking, her legs bent at the knees and her thighs started to rise slowly in the air, still wide apart. In less than a minute they were drawn high as she could get them.

It was at this point that he removed his lips from her breast and traveled them, down over the front of her ribcage to the flatness of her soft, white tummy. When he reached her navel he began working his tongue in and out with the speed of a trip hammer, still moving south all the time, removing his hand when his lips touched the upper border of the dark forest and depressing her legs until the bottom of her feet rested moved crab-wise down and around one foot, then back on the forest floor.. Still on his hands and knees he up between her raised thighs. At the edge of the floss he planted his opened mouth, his tongue still working frantically and when Prudence felt his hot kiss at the top of her inner thigh she gave forth a low, deep-throated howl of maddening bliss.

"I can't stand this, Jeffery," she wailed. "You're drivin' me out of my mind."

Without answering he began traversing her inner thigh from the edge of the floss to her bended knee, his tongue going a mile a minute. When he was through with the first thigh he moved on to the second, treating it in the same manner, with Prudence commencing to squirm and writhe like a dying snake. When he had finished with both her legs he started at the upper edge of the angel floss once and began working his way north. Back over her tummy he went, back over her rib cage, pausing for half a minute at each soft breast, then hovering his lips on her chin before lowering them to hers.

This entire maneuver, from the time it started with a kiss several minutes past, to the present moment, had been part of apian Jeff had in mind, a plan which would culminate in a surprise coupling for Prudence Good-body. Now Jeff was over her, his weight suspended on his hands and knees, and without seeming to do so, stretched his long legs out behind him, bringing the great, blunt head of the invader directly in line with the entrance of the mysterious defile, which nestled so snugly and innocently between her burning thighs. While his lips were still hovering over the point of her chin he glanced down between them to make sure the end of the mighty engine was at precisely the right angle and location. Again without seeming to do so he gathered his muscles, pecked her chin with his lips, then, raised his head to look into her black, starry eyes, filled now with tears of purest joy.

"Are you happy?" he whispered softly, knowing what he was about to do might well produce a violent reaction in her.

"Oh, Jefffery-" she began.

He never let her finish. Quickly he lowered his parted lips to hers in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss, at the same time driving forward with his hips.' His maneuverings had been exact. Without pausing the end of the mighty shaft plunged through the defile's moist entrance and slammed solidly home. Without a fraction's hesitation, Jeff began his rhythm in long, quick strokes.

Now Prudence had been laying flat on her back wallowing in an orgy of bliss under the tender ministrations of her partner. She knew they would make love again and her young heart pounded from the knowledge. Their first session together had been a revelation indeed; a time of inexplicable rapture, and now that it was about to be repeated her entire body was a quivering mass of expectancy. She closed her eyes and lifted her lips daintily to meet his when Jeff made his totally unexpected move.

Her eyes flew wide, her mouth flew open, air swooshed into her lungs when she felt the great hardness strike and bore deep. Without warning the visitation of supreme rapture was upon her and the heat bomb shattered all tensions low in her belly. Without warning roaring thunder and flashing lightning tore through her greedy little body and the air burst from her lungs in a wild, uncontrollable scream. The back of her head struck the moss a solid blow and her hands smote the forest floor beside them as the plundering invader rampaged among her secret places.

By the time she had caught her breath her eyes bugged dangerously from her head and now the pink tip of her tongue was caught between her small, white teeth. Aimlessly and without pattern her legs thrashed the air as Jeff increased the speed of his thrusts, slamming each one home with brutal force.

"I'M DYIN'!" she suddenly screeched with all her might.

Heedless of her cry, Jeff kept thrusting, and because he had never lowered his weight on her, but held much the same straight-armed position an athlete has on completing a push-up, her small breasts rose almost to touch him each time she gasped for breath.