Chapter 11
"AND WHY WOULD YOU BE THINKIN' I COVERED myself with the sheet?" she demanded, shivering smally at his touch, but making no effort to withdraw.
"Oh, I don't know," he said slowly, still teasing and smiling to himself in the dimness of the room. "Modesty, I suppose. Or shame, perhaps. Many women refuse to let even their husbands see them without clothes because they're so awkward-looking and ashamed of their ugly bodies."
"No husband of mine would ever be ashamed of my body, Jeff Hudson!" she retorted hotly, tossing her red head defiantly.
"You misunderstood me, Bonnie," he said patiently, all the while exploring gently under the sheet with his hand. "It's the women who are ashamed. They're bodies are so uncomely they refuse to let even their husbands see them nude." He withdrew his exploring hand and she sat there staring at him in wonder. Again they were silent for a spell, during which she reclined again on the bed and he said quietly, "But you have a lovely body, Bonnie. I'm just sorry that you're a virgin, that's all."
"And what's wrong with bein' a virgin, pray tell?"
"Well, Bonnie," he said slowly, pronouncing each words distinctly, "a virgin is about the most useless thing belonging to the human race. What good is she to a man? As far as he is concerned, she isn't even a woman."
"As I live and breathe," she gasped in dismay, turning on her side to face him, "and how could such be true?" Her large amber eyes regarded him seriously in the moonlight.
"Because it is," he replied evenly, enjoying her mild discomfiture.
"You're right, of course," she surprised him by chuckling suddenly, warmly, and reaching over to tweek one of his exposed nipples. "And let me be the one for tellin' you, remainin' chaste and pure, as the sayin' goes, is little comfort."
"So you've been playing a sort of cat and-mouse game with me," he said, unable to conceal the surprise in his voice. "Haven't you?"
"Aye," she remarked primly. "But just to learn where you stood on the matter. A girl has her reputation, you know."
"And you think I'd tell if we-?"
"'Tis not the tellin' a girl fears so much, Jeff," she said, very seriously now and raising on an elbow to lie looking down at him, laying so close he could feel the heat flowing from her body. "'Tis her fear of bein' taken lightly."
"I don't believe I could take you lightly, Bonnie," he told her truthfully, circling her neck with his arm and drawing her down close. A decided tremor charged through her slender body when their lips met and it repeated itself as he worked his mouth against hers, teasing her pink tongue with his and at the same time sending his free hand on another exploration under the-sheet. This time he did not remove his hand. After a few seconds she moved closer and threw one hot thigh across his. Before long she began squirming her hips against his hand.
"I thought you were a virgin," he said when their lips parted and they lay drinking from each other with their eyes.
""Tis true," she said in a voice he knew to be the truth. "In a technical sense lam, but back home I used to ride horses bareback a lot. Such can do things for a girl."
"Then you weren't scared of my greatness, as you called it, any of the time, were you?"
"Well," she demurred slowly. "Charity did say you were right much of a man." Again she eased closer, pressing her body against his this time, until he could feel the soft brush of angel floss against his hip. After a moment she moved again and this time when she stopped she lay a-straddle his hips, her plump breasts flattened against his chest. Carefully, cautiously, she maneuvered her hips until he felt the burning kiss of the defile entrance against the throbbing end of the shaft. "Ay-yee," she whispered feverishly as her hands did necessary things down between them. "Charity was right-and what a greatness it be."
Slowly and with great care, she began working her body toward his feet. Quickly Jeff folded the pillow on which rested his head, bring his lips within reach of her breasts. At the same instant he took the nipple of one between his lips and she grunted sharply in pain from the blunt end of the pulsating cudgel popping suddenly inside the hot defile.
A deep sigh of relief escaped her when this happened. "For a moment I thought it impossible," she murmured, now working her hips frantically as they gradually swallowed the shaft entirely. When this was accomplished, when the defile fitted snugly about the very base of the shaft, he removed his lips and she straightened her arms. Her knees were folded as she straddled his hips and her hands rested now on the bed beside his ribcage. From this position, she commenced a gentle, even tender, rotation of her buttocks.
"For a girl supposed to be ignorant of the ways of a man with a maid, you seem to be doing very well," he chuckled softly, enjoying to the utmost his delightful encasement.
"Humph," she grunted with feminine disdain, never pausing in her action. "The knowledge is born in any woman honest enough with herself to admit it. Do you like this?"
"Naturally."
Soft laughter bubbled from her lips. "A man and woman couldn't get more natural, now could they?" The words had hardly left her lips when they were followed by a sharp, desperate gasp and her head dropped down between her straightened arms, her flaming red hair cascading over on his belly. A ragged, unnatural sound burst from her parted lips as she continued to grind away against the implaing shaft and as a violent tremor shook her he felt her frantic clutching at him from within. Then her head flew back, tossing her hair between her shoulders as she gave a series of tiny whines, her face toward the dark ceiling and screwed tight with approaching rapture.
Then the visitation sledge-hammered her low in the belly and Jeff quickly grasped her upper arms to prevent her from throwing herself off the bed.
"Gah!" The single, verbal ejaculation jumped from her throat and dashed about the room. Her movements were frenzied now, with her bucking high on the shaft only to fall back upon it each time, and Jeff holding her arms to afford a measure of balance. Then she jerked her arms free, reached down under him with both hands, seized his buttocks and pulled up while she, at the same time, pressed down with her weight and commenced rotating her famished hips on the upright attender in circles too fast for the eye to follow. For some time she continued this-until the visitation began taking its leave, then she gradually slowed as it finally departed.
"Mercy!" she sobbed brokenly as she fell forward against his chest. For a long time she lay there, quivering and jerking occasionally, and her breath coming in deep, uneven gasps. "Sheesh!", she finally managed quietly, crossing her forearms over his chest to lay looking solemnly at him. " 'Tis a masterful man you be, Jeff Hudson." Then she shook her head smally in wonder, a warm smile playing with the corners of her generous mouth.
"Then I take it you approve of such a man-woman relationship," he grinned.
"Aye," she whispered softly, nipping his chest with her lips. "And how could it be otherwise? Is it always like this?"
"No," he told her, still grinning. "It gets better each time."
"Mercy!" she gasped. "And how can that be so?"
"I'm not sure," he chuckled. "But that's the way nature has it arranged."
"Ah me," she breathed quietly. '"Tis a wonderful thing, that nature." Moving sluggishly, she pushed her self to an upright position, then rolled to the side to stretch out close beside him, snuggling her head against his shoulder, her eyelids drooping. For a while she was silent, then said, her words fuzzy with approaching sleep, "'Tis a night Bonnie O'Brian will long remember."
For a long time after her regular, measured breathing told him she was sound asleep he lay holding her, marveling at the events which had so recently befallen him. Heretofore his somewhat rare trips into Franklin had resulted in nothing unusual, then events had started piling up shortly after Bully Crowder insisted he find and return the girl who slept beside him now. First there had been his all-night session with Susan, much to his surprise and delight. Following this was his bout with Charity Breeden; an experience which would long remain in his memory. Then came his fan-tantis chase and attack and eventual peacemaking with delicate little Prudence Goodbody. And now this-with Bonnie O'Brian-the girl he had been hired to find because the man to whom she was bonded, or had been, was convinced she had been kidnapped by Wild Hawk's braves.
So where do you go from here? he asked himself. Certainly he could not remain in the settlement indefinitely. Even if they used every precaution to keep their relationship secret someone, sooner or later, would discover him with one of the girls. Then too, he didn't want to forsake his cabin back in the wilderness and the small paradise he had carved for himself there. Nor could he possibly give up the freedom ho enjoyed so much. Then what next? he wondered as he lay there holding the girl from Ireland. There was no denying the dilemma, if such it proved to be, must be solved, and it was something he" would have to do himself. Then his mind made the decision for him and he very gently disengaged himself from the sleeping girl, careful not to-arouse her when he removed his arm from under her head. Quietly he rose from the bed and drew on his clothes. The only way to clear his mind for straight thinking was to do as he had so many times in the past when faced with a problem-go into the forest where he could be alone.
Half an hour after leaving the bedroom the same way he had entered, he retrieved his rifle from where he had cached it, circled the settlement and headed for his cabin deep in the wilderness. Even chough the moon was full, he would be able to make little time before daybreak-and knowing this, he moved without haste, picking his way carefully until he came to the faint trail. On reaching this he moved with greater confidence, mulling over in his mind the problem confronting him. Once he almost backtracked to Charity Breeden's house with the intention of taking her with him, then thought better of the idea and continued on his way. Best he settle this by himself, once and for all. Such was his purpose in coming into the woods tonight in the first place.
An hour before dawn he stepped off the trail, raked together a huge pile of leaves and lay down to rest. Soon a delicious drowsiness crept over him and before long he was lost in sleep.
Judging from the position of the sun and from the shadows it cast through the forest it was hardly past eight o'clock when he awakened, immensely refreshed and eager to be on his way, anxious to get home now that he had decided to return.
After two hours of fast walking, and less than a mile from home, he suddenly stopped. Up ahead, where the trail veered to the right, he saw an abrupt movement which his trained woodsman's eye told him was not made by a forest creature. Nor was the movement caused by wind, either. At the moment, there was no wind in the forest. Nor even a small breeze.
Cautiously he sidled off the trail and commenced circling swiftly and silently through the underbrush, the remote possibility that some of Wild Hawk's braves had taken it upon themselves to go on the war path flashing through his mind. Yet this could never be. Wild Hawk was too respected as a chief. He kept too firm a grip on his leadership to allow any rupture of the peace. After ten minutes of circling Jeff arrived near the spot where he had seen the movement and on lifting his head above the underbrush he stared in amazement for a moment, then leaned against the thick butt of a nearby cedar tree, laughing silently. Not a dozen yards away stood Naomee, hot-eyed young daughter of Chief Wild Hawk, peeking around a giant pine' in the direction which he had been coming.
"See anything?" Jeff asked softly.
"Oh!" She jumped, startled, and whirled to face him, her eyes wild with fright. Then she recognized him and her face settled into a decided pout, which lasted only a moment, and was replaced by a fierce gladness.
"Does Wild Hawk know you're this far from camp?" he asked, approaching her.
"Father no care," she said flatly, with a defiant toss of her head. She stood there facing him, her feet spread and her fists on her hips. She was dressed in moccasins much like his own, a softly tanned deer-skin dress which reached to her knees and was gathered about her small waist by a strip of the same material.
Naomee's complexion was that deeply hued copper tone of all her people. Her eyes were as black as the two jet-colored braids of hair hanging down her back to her waist, and slightly slanted, giving her features a decided Oriental cast. Her pert nose was underscored by a wide, full-lipped mouth which, Jeff knew, could snarl as easily as it could smile, hi a group of women her own age and race, Naomee would have been little different from the others save for one outsanding physical feature. Or rather, two outsanding features.
Her breasts.
They were huge, like full-grown cantaloupes, and they swayed and jogged delightfully together with each movement of her body. This Jeff had noticed on his very first visit to Wild Hawk's village months before. He had also noticed the graceful, almost mincing way she walked and when she became aware of his attention she made it a point to stroll near him at the least excuse. Naomee was only a fraction over five feet tall and, though he could not be certain, he would have gambled that the deerskin dress was the only garment she wore except the moccasins. When she spoke again she used the Shawnee dialect, which she knew he understood.
"Why does the white-skinned brave sneak through the forest like a thief?" she asked somewhat roughly, though with the gladness still in her eyes.
"Why was Naomee hiding behind the tree like a thief?" he countered in the same tongue.
"I saw you leave for the village of your people two suns ago," she replied hotly, "and I have watched the trail since for your return. What took you so long?"
"Since when must I account for my actions to a Shawnee girl?" Jeff asked easily. "Is such the custom of Shawnee braves?"
"Naomee is no girl," she said, the blood of anger darkening her face. On several occasions when Jeff had rebuffed her attempts to get close to him, she had grown furiously angry and right now, for a reason he could not determine, he wanted her angry, again.
"Perhaps Naomee is not woman enough to be a squaw," he smiled, knowing from experience a casual attitude could send her into raging fits. "Perhaps no Shawnee brave will let Naomee share his lodge." Even as the words left his lips, he knew he had given her an opening-for the anger left her face and she smiled a teasing smile.
"You are right," she said lightly with a saucy toss of her head. "And I shall grow old in the lodge of my father unless he gives me away."
Jeff was well aware of the ancient Shawnee custom to which she referred. Any Shawnee father was well within his rights, providing he found himself saddled with a daughter so uncomely no brave wanted her, to give her to whomever he chose with the recipient forced, also by custom, to accept. That Wild Hawk should ever resort to this practice had never entered Jeff's mind, primarily because every eligible young buck of the tribe had, at one time or another, approached Wild Hawk for Naomee's hand. Jeff was also aware of the fact that even though Chief Wild Hawk ruled his people with a firm and just hand, Naomee ruled her father just as completely in matters concerning her personally. If the Shawnee chief had decided to give his daughter away it was from her insistence that he do so. The real decision had been Naomee's not WildHawk's.
"And does your father intend to give you away?" he asked cautiously.
"I have not decided yet," she said coyly, rolling her eyes at him. "What if he gave me to you?"
"I am no Shawnee brave," he smiled at her, "yet because of my friendship with your father and your people I would be forced to abide by the Shawnee custom." His heart leaped within his chest at the idea.
Many times in the past he had been sorely tempted to take Naomee into the woods alone, yet his fear that such might cause a rupture in his relationship with the Indians had held him back. It was not inconceivable that some determined brave desiring Naomee for his own lodge might cause trouble. But if Naomee was given by her father to him, no member of the tribe would dare object.
"Then there is little reason for you to be so distant from now on," Naomee smiled happily, stepping close and taking his arm. "Can you think of one?"
"Well," Jeff h-edged to see what her reaction would be, "I have several other squaws-"
"ARE THEY WHITE SQUAWS?" SHE INTERRUPTED quickly.
"Yes."
"Then I will have to learn to speak the white man's tongue better than I do," she said thoughtfully, "so that there will be better understanding between us."
"Then you have no objection?" he asked, somewhat amazed because she had always impressed him as being of the jealous type.
"Why should I object to your having several women?" she asked innocently. "All braves should have several." She released his arm and raised her left hand, fingers spread, then with the fingers of her right she began to tick them off. "A woman to keep his teepee; one to tend the cook fire; another to care for his weapons of war and one to make and mend his clothes. The custom is not strange to me, though I have noticed that among your people one poor woman is forced to do all these things. To my people such a custom is barbarous. How can a lone woman do justice to a man in all these things?"
He shook his head in no little wonder at this new side of Naomee. "I don't know," he said finally. "I'd just never given it much thought, I guess."
"Humph!" she snorted in feminine disdain. "Sometimes men are such simple creatures." She took his arm again and they started along the "trail leading to his cabin, walking close and sometimes jogging against each other lightly because of the uneven path. Because she was much shorter than he Jeff was able to see down inside the open neck of her dress and the sight of her huge breasts silently nudging each other caused his desire to lurch sluggishly in his belly and his face suddenly felt hot and full.
"We're going to my cabin," he said absently, without really knowing why he said it, unless it was because all at once he felt the need to say something.
"Why did you not bring your squaws with you to your cabin?" she asked after a while, still holding his arm and now looking up into his face. Her expression was serious. She really wanted to know.
"I may bring them later," she said, holding his voice even and wondering if he was telling the truth. "We have discussed the possibility of their visiting me for the summer. I told them that if they came they would have to go without clothes while they are here."
"Really?" Naomee asked in surprise, but with a merry twinkle in her eyes. "And what did they say?"
"They agreed, of course."
"A white woman running about the forest with no clothes on," Naomee said, a touch of awe creeping into her voice. "That will be something to s ee. Do any of them speak Shawnee?"
They were still conversing in the Shawnee dialect, and had been ever since Jeff surprised her behind the tree.
"All of them speak it come," he told her. "Though I don't know how well. Why do you ask?"
"Because it is important that the squaws of one brave have good communications," she said simply and honestly. "Otherwise a friction might develop. Does that not make sense?"
"It makes very good sense," he replied, realizing suddenly the direction their conversation was leading. He had made no mention that he wanted Naomee here to remain at his cabin, yet he now understood that she fully intended to do so and this new knowledge set his heart to pounding. "What will Wild Hawk say when he learns of your intention to remain?"
"He already knows of it,'" she chuckled warmly and stopped walking. "He sent you a message."
"What kind of a message?" Jeff stopped when she did and now stood looking down at her upturned face, noting the impish gleam in her eyes and feeling his own drawn down to the open neck of her deerskin dress where the two giant breasts nestled. "What kind of a message did Chief Wild Hawk send me?"
"It is written on the inside of my dress," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "And he wrote it there because in this manner you would know it was from him. Do you want to read it?"
"Of course I want to read it," he said, "but if it is on the inside of your dress, I do not understand-"
Naomee smiled at him brightly but made an impatient sound with her mouth, then bent from the waist, caught the lower edge of her dress in both hands and straightened, whipping the garment off over her head. Jeff winced visibly when she did this; winced from the desire which sledge-hammered him without warning in his belly as he stood there somewhat agape, staring at her wild and primitive beauty. His earlier assumption that she wore absolutely nothing under the dress had been correct and as he stood there staring he felt an unreasonable, almost savage rush of desire course through his veins.
Her great breasts did not sag, as he had suspected they might, but thrust firmly out from her body like big, resilient cones. The nipples were dark and smooth, and below her tummy was flat and taut. Farther down, a large expanse of curly black hair underscored it, giving way to a sharp point where it disappeared between her lush, tapered thighs.
"Here is the message," she said, pretending not to notice the effect her nudity was having on him-but her dark face alive with delight. She held the dress out for him to see and on the inside back of the garment was Wild Hawk's message carefully drawn in Shawnee hieroglyphics. Nor was there any mistaking the meaning of the message and, as Jeff read it, a tremendous wave of joy washed over his tall frame.
"According to ancient Shawnee custom," the message ran, "Wild Hawk, Chief of the Shawnee Nation, gives his only daughter to his good friend, Jeff Hudson, for safe keeping and protection." There was more to the message, couched in the colorful and beautiful language of the Shawnees, but this Jeff scanned swiftly with his eyes, his heart pounding madly.
"Well," he finally managed to say slowly. "It seems you are to have a place in my lodge." Only by conscious effort was he able to keep his voice normal. Then he foolishly asked, "How long have you known of this message on your dress?'
"Since I had my father put it there and announce it to the tribe," she smiled up at him, taking the dress from him but making no move to put it on again.
"And so now you are my woman."
"Yes. Now I am your woman." She bent slightly from the waist and glanced down over her nude body, then looked at him questioningly. "Do you like your new squaw?"
"Yes," he said thickly, unable to longer hide the desire in his eyes. "Who would not?"
"I am glad," she replied simply, taking his arm once more as they started along the trail. "I will try to please."
"Are you experienced?"
"Of course. All Shawnee maidens are given instructions on how a brave must be treated."
Jeff knew this to be true, and he also knew there was no such word in the Shawnee dialect for divorce. Even Wild Hawk, as wise as he was, could never quite understand the white man's custom of divorce. "When a squaw displeases you then you must beat her, of course, but never put her out to starve," the old chief had said on a number of occasions.
"Then you know how I must be treated?" Jeff asked the girl at his side. Before she could answer, he continued. "Do you know what I have in mind right now? Do you know how I want to be treated?"
"I know," she smiled joyously. "I can read it in your eyes." She gave a quick toss of her dark head. "But no brave can be properly treated wearing as many clothes as you have on."
"That can be changed," he laughed happily, hugging her from the side as they walked along. "Soon we reach the cabin."
A few minutes later they came to the edge of the forest and before them stretched the broad, lush meadow divided by the small river of sparkling water. At the upper end of the meadow and on this side of the river, the huge cabin he had built almost two years before rested snugly under a small grove of oak trees. The cabin was less then fifty yards from the river, with the high grasses of the meadow reaching almost to the building itself. A thrill of pleasure always tingled his skin at sight of the cabin, especially after he had been gone two or three days, and this time was no exception. What was there in the staid, confining life of Boston that could compare with life on the frontier?
"There's home," he said, a sincere gladness in his tone. Then he looked down at the nude, primitive girl beside him, still holding the deerskin garment in her hand. Boston could go lump it, for all he would ever care. He glanced quickly back at the cabin, for the first time noticing the thin wisp of smoke curling from the chimney. "Somebody's there!"
"No." Naomee placed a soft hand on his arm. "I made the fire. I have been living there since you left for the village of your people. It would have been unseeming for me to remain with the Shawnees after my father announced he was giving me to you, so I came here. I hope you are not angry."
"Of course I am not angry," he replied, a note of relief in his voice. "I was only startled to see smoke when I have been gone so long, that is all."
"I am truly glad the cabin is so large," she said mysteriously and looking at him from the corner of her eye while a teasing smile played around the corners of her ripe mouth.
"Why is that?" he asked, not understanding.
"Well," she said demurely, "so there will be plenty of room for the other squaws when they arrive."
"Yeah," he replied, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah." he repeated, wondering what he would do if Susan Crowder, Charity Breeden, Prudence Goodbody and Bonnie O'Brian were all to show up at the same time. That would just about make him the most fortunate young man in the whole world. Then he dismissed the possibility from his mind. It wouldn't happen. Even he could never be that lucky.
A few minutes later they reached the cabin, and the first thing Jeff did was to strip all his clothes off and head for the river. His long walk from the settlement made him feel sticky and he wanted free of the feeling. Naomee sat on the grass under one of the oak trees, watching him as he swam. Even at the deepest part of the pool in front of the cabin the water reached only his chin, which made it an excellent place to bathe. After a quarter of an hour of thrashing about he-waded toward the bank and accepted from her the large towel she offered, conscious of her gaze centered on his semi-extended weapon.
The sight of it seemed to fascinate her; seemed to attract and hold her black, almond-shaped eyes irresistibly. Even when he had finished drying and stretched out beside her on the grass, she continued to stare. She sat upright, her legs folded under in the manner of Indian women, and when he lay down he was within easy reach. Without hesitation, she put forth a hand and grasped him. Instantly the big cudgel bucked upright.
"Ayi-ee? she breathed gustily. "What a mighty warrior it is." For a spell she sat there in silence While her hand stole down to where his jewels rested below the shaft. "Ayi-ee," she breathed again, tearing her eyes away and glancing at him.
"Don't be alarmed," he grinned, speaking to her in English for the first time since their meeting. "All things are possible."
"Naomee no alarmed," she grinned broadly, replying in the same language. "But Naomee much anxious. Soon be real squaw for warrior. Not girl-squaw, like now."
Without answering, Jeff raised to a sitting position, gently pushed her over so that she lay flat on her back and as he suspended his weight above her on his knees and extended arms, her knees spread wide slowly and she drew them high.
"Will you do the honors?" she whispered, speaking again in Shawnee. "Or shall I?"
"It makes no difference," he told her. Then her hands were busy down between them, doing necessary things, and he felt the blunt end of the invader securely lodged in the hot, moist valley. She grunted smally with feminine delight as he slowly commenced applying pressure. Then he was being swallowed into the softness of that mysterious defile which opened warmly and wetly before his advance. Halfway home, he paused. "Everything?" he asked.
"Oh yes!" she gasped desperately. "Every fraction of it!" The words had hardly left her lips when she went thundering down the sheer slope pf rapturous climax and began to jerk and writhe beneath him. Her breath came in ragged sobs as she continued to spasm convulsively, her eyes clenched tight and tiny knots of muscle bunched along the angle of her jaw. When the visitation gradually passed, she opened her lovely dark eyes to look at him.
"You never!" she said accusingly.
"I never had time," he grinned down at her.
"That is not what I meant," she pouted prettily. "You asked me everything and I said yes, every fraction of it, but I can tell you did not."
"You mean I did not do this?' he asked, quickly gathering his muscles and driving the remaining half of the plundering invader to the hilt within the mysterious defile. "Is that what you mean?"
"Oh yes!" she screamed thinly. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" Then her pink, little tongue was a darting lance of pure passion pushing its way past his lips as he withdrew a fraction of an inch to advance again. Hardly had he made a dozen of these short strokes when he felt a spasmodic clutching deep inside her as love burst within her in an agony of ecstasy and her long, trembling, wailing sigh flooded the grove of oak trees surrounding the cabin.
Within a few seconds after her second trip across the divide she was receiving him deeply as possible, fighting under him, rocking back with such gusto her buttocks cleared the ground with each cycle, trying to swallow him completely into her burning softness as her gaspy, inarticulate noises of unbridled delight burst from her throat and her belly muscles tensed and relaxed, repeatedly. The inarticulate noises of delight soon evolved into-a wild, wavering cry as she moved under him with a hard, rocking rhythm, pulling her heels down against his buttocks to cup her body to his with her knees drawn high, her inner thighs pressed along his sides, her entire body surrendering to the rocking, cradling, sucking, pushing rhythm as she continued her sweaty, frantic animal dance of gratification, successfully charging the slope of victory again and again. Within seconds after a completed journey, she was once again a frenzied, moaning, begging readiness, thrusting upward to impale herself further with her legs drawn high into a spread-thigh fetal bundle.
Only when Jeff was sure her savage lust was beginning to be appeased did he permit the dam within his own loins to break-and just as she neared the apex of another frenzied spasm, he let go the scalding thunder clamoring low in his belly. As the heat bomb burst within her secret places, they both reached a completeness so profound, so absolute, that it left them weak and trembling in the sudden quiet.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Jeff asked quietly, after they had been resting side by side for several minutes.
"Mercy, yes," she murmured contentedly. "Several times I thought I was going to die of pleasure," She was about to speak again when they both heard the sounds at the same time. Naomee snapped to a sitting position as Jeff bounded to his feet, staring in utter amazement in the direction of the trail leading from the settlement. He continued to stare, open-mouthed, at the sight before him. Then a wild surge of gladness washed through him and he threw back his head in laughter, his heart hammering excitedly in his chest.
All four of them were completely naked and each carried her bundle of clothing under her arm as they approached the cabin.
Susan Crowder! Charity Breeden! Prudence Good-body! Bonnie O'Brian! It couldn't be, he told himself in dumfounded delight. It just wasn't possible, yet here they were.
"Surprise!" Susan laughed as she rushed up to him and threw her arms about his neck. "I understand you like naked schoolteachers, and after a talk with the others," she waved her hand to include the three who accompanied her, "we all decided to come. And we would have arrived a bit earlier but we saw you were-busy playing papa."
An hour later, after the introductions to Naomee had been made, and after a hundred excited questions followed by a hundred equally excited answers, all the girls save Charity were splashing and cavorting and having the time of their lives in the pool before the cabin. Charity stood under one of the oaks, her arms folded and leaning against a protruding, waist-high limb, watching those in the water. She must have sensed Jeff's approach from the cabin for when he walked up behind her she spoke without turning.
"Do you think you can endure five naked women for the next three or four months, Jeffery?" she asked quietly.
"If I can't endure them, it certainly won't be because I didn't try," he told her.
Now Charity was leaning on the limb of the oak, her forearms crossed on it and her body bent slightly forward, facing away from him. For several minutes Jeff stood there in silence behind her, devouring her nude loveliness with his eyes, the memory of his delightful session with her while she was talking through the window to Mandy Hanks the day before still fresh in his mind. When he felt his desire move low in his belly and the massive attender buck to attention, he knew what he was going to do.
"Move just a little to your right, Charity," he said from close behind her now. "Stand on those gnarled roots sticking above the ground and your legs more apart."
"You mean-"?" she began, still without turning around but doing as he asked.
"I mean exactly that," he chuckled, planting the end of the shaft in the hot little valley shielded by the angel floss peeking at him from underneath the center of her rounded, young buttocks. She wriggled her hips to afford quicker, smoother entry and when this was done he reached around in front of her to cup her plump, fat little breasts in his hands, then worked the invader solidly home. When the entrance of the mysterious defile fitted snugly about the very base of the shaft, he paused for a moment to adjust his stance, then commenced a slow, comfortable advance-withdrawal rhythm.
"Merciful God!" Charity whimpered after the first few cycles of his action. "I ain't sure I can stand this, Jeffery."
"We'll be doing a lot of this before the summer ends," he grinned. "Better try to get used to it."
"I aim-to try!" she sobbed suddenly, raggedly, desperately, clawing with both hands at the bark on the oak limb. "I aim to try!"
Jeff didn't answer, just continued his slow, comfortable rhythm, his eyes looking past Charity's bowed head to the four nude girls frolicking in the water.
Boy, he thought to himself as the spasm sledge-hammered Charity from within and her knees began to sag, but. this is going to be a summer to remember.