Chapter 2
"FEEL BETTER?" HE WHISPERED AS THEY LAY there enjoying the tender after kissing.
"It was awfully quick and short," she said, with a deep, tremulous sigh of contentment, "but-oh, lordy, I haven't felt this good in years." She paused, stretched like a lazy cat and looked up at him with a big grin spreading slowly over her beautiful face. "Boy-ee," she chuckled happily, "you should be put up for stud."
"Would you be my manager?" he grinned in return, happy over her happiness and from the good feeling he had inside.
She shook her head smally. "It wouldn't work. After me you'd have nothing left for paying customers."
"Are you going to get up?"
"Of course not," she said pertly. "It can't be more than ten o'clock yet, and-" She stopped, suddenly understanding what he meant. "Oh," she continued, "I guess I better," and held very still while he slowly withdrew completely and rolled to his back. "Golly!" she gasped after she swung her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet. "Jeffrey Hudson!" she scolded playfully, 'I'm-I'm sloshing!"
"Now you've learned something new," he chuckled heartily at her mild disconfiture.
"Then turn your face to the wall you-you rake-hell!" she said in mock anger, the smile in her eyes belying the words.
"Why?" he asked innocently, knowing why.
"'Cause, Jeffrey Hudson, there are some things no woman wants a witness to. So there! And keep it turned to the wall till I say you can turn back."
He did as she asked, and lay there listening to her quiet movements about the room and marveling at his good fortune until he felt her return to the bed.
"You may turn back now," she said, seating her-self close, her weight propped on one arm, and looking down into his face. She bent to kiss him hungrily when he rolled to his back again, her lips mashing against his mouth, her tongue playing tag with his. "Do you know that at one point a while ago I thought I was going to die with pleasure?"
"Perhaps we should be more careful," he teased solemnly, watching her from the corner of his eye. "Perhaps you should return to your bedroom and-"
"You hush," she said indignantly, placing a soft hand over his lips and kissing the end of his nose. "Now that we've had the appetizer, I'm ready for the full meal." She glanced down at the still extended, throbbing invader. "And so are you," She paused to look at him questioningly. "Aren't you Jeff?"
"I am," he said, scooting closer and moving his head to take the nipple of a firm, ripe breast in his mouth. "Just how big of a meal do you want?" She didn't answer immediately, but sat there shivering deliciously as he tugged with his lips and caressed with his tongue while one hand stole between her slightly opened thighs to toy in the dark forest of delight.
"Just how big of a meal can you supply?" she finally managed in a trembling voice, unable to remove her eyes from his mouth against her breast.
This time it was he who did not answer at once, but continued to nurse the plump young breast as his fingers worked through the shield of light fur and into the hot little valley. Between thumb and forefinger, he began to squeeze her gently in measured rhythm with his tugging lips. Only when he felt her squirm against his hand and felt the animal heat start flowing from her body did he cease all action.
"As long as you want," he told her, grinning. "I can go one hour-two hours-as long as you want."
"Poof," she said, not believing. "No man can go a whole hour without-you know."
"I can," he told her truthfully. "It's all a matter of concentration. When I'm playing papa and don't want to go, I simply force my mind to concentrate on something else. Any man can do the same with a little practice."
"Is that what they taught you at that fine school back in Boston?" she asked, stretching out beside him and still not believing.
"No. It's something I figured out for myself. And it works."
"Poof," she said again, reaching down to smack his throbbing weapon playfully with her hand, "if you could do that, Jeff Hudson, you'd be a giant among giants." Her voice grew soft and took a dreamy quality. "Just think of being-attended to-for a whole hour without having to stop or do anything but just enjoy it to the fullest. Boy-eee, I could make up for the past two years in quick time like that." A second time she stretched slowly, like a lazy cat before the fireplace. "How would you like to sneak out of here naked and go for a swim down at the river?"
"I'd like it very much," he told her, knowing she still did not believe him. "But is it possible?"
"It is. Because the river is at the back of the cabin. I've done it many times. Would you really like to go?"
"I thought you wanted to be attended to for an hoi: without stopping," he said.
"Oh, I do," she replied, and he could tell from the tone of her voice she as yet did not believe him, but thought his words only an idle boast of the moment. "But we can attend to each other at the river as well as here. And I've always wanted to go swimming naked with a man."
"Are you actually serious?" he asked, raising to an elbow to lay looking down. "If anyone sees us we'll be banned from the settlement for life. That wouldn't bother me one bit, but it might be a little awkward for you and Bully."
"But no one will see us, silly," she said, poking him in the chest with a delicate finger. "No one has ever seen me. This cabin is at the river end of the settlement. The river is only fifty yards away through heavy underbrush and I know a little pool a quarter of a mile down stream that's perfect." Het voice changed; took on a chiding note. "But of course, if you're afraid-"
"Who's afraid?" He dropped back beside her and gathered her nude loveliness in his arms, drawing her tightly against him, seeking her lips with his. When the kiss was over they lay for some time in silence, each looking deep into the eyes of the other. "One of the greatest sins in this life is being afraid of being yourself. I'm ready when you are."
For an answer she removed her arms from around his neck, moved to the edge of the bed, rose to her feet and went to the vanity on the far side of the room. In the dimness of the room's interior he could see her doing something with her long hair, and when she returned to him it was done in a tight bun on the top of her head.
"I don't mind getting it wet," she explained, extending a hand to him, "but it's so long it sometimes gets caught in the brush. Come. We'll have to use the back stairs. And don't worry too much about making noise. Bully's room is downstairs at the front of the cabin, and he sleeps like a log."
With her leading, holding him by the hand, and him following close behind, so close in fact that more than once his extended invader touched her soft young buttocks, they made their way out the door, through the short hallway and down the stairs leading to the back of the cabin. Without hesitation she opened the door and stepped outside into the bright moon's light, with him right behind her. Silently they made their way along the path leading to the small river, where she turned left, still holding his hand.
"Walk close to the water's edge," she whispered over her shoulder. "There's no path from here on, so be careful where you put your feet."
Less than half an hour later they stepped into a little clearing. Here the river cut sharply to the left off a low limestone cliff and at the angle of the bend was a pool of water fifty feet across, shimmering in the moonlight. Because of the cliff, the far bank was straight up, but on the side where they stood, a thick mat of grass reached from under the trees of the forest right up to the water's edge.
"Do you like it, Jeffrey?" she said, looking up into his face as she stepped close and slipped her warm arms about his waist.
"It's-?it's marvelous," he told her, smitten by the beauty of the spot. On all sides, they were surrounded by the tall forest. Because of the time the full moon was almost directly overhead and they, along with their surroundings, were literally drenched with its light. "It's almost like the pool of the stream running through the field where my cabin is-except there I don't have to sneak out in the dark to go swimming naked. I do it any time I like."
"Even in the daytime?" Her soft hand crept down to gently stroke his weapon.
"And why not in the daytime?" he asked, leaning back and cupping her breasts in both his hands. The nipples became hard and firm as he caressed them with his thumbs. "There's no one there but me."
"Not even the Indians?" she shivered smally, even though the late spring night was very warm, from the caressing of her breasts, and gripped the invader firmly to commence moving her hand back and forth.
"Not even the Indians," he said, leaning down to plant his mouth against her parted, upturned lips. "And if you continue what you're doing we're both going to lose by it."
"Oh," she said when she understood his meaning and stepped back, freeing her breasts and releasing him. Then she said impishly, "We did come here to swim, didn't we?" With this she took the mighty cudgel again in her hand and, giggling happily, turned and led him into the water. "The bottom is nothing but sand," she continued, "and I doubt if the water is above your shoulders."
It wasn't, though it did reach to the top of them, and it was just cool enough to be invigorating. When they stopped they were near the center of the pool and she turned, putting her back to the way the water was flowing, with him facing up stream, the water reaching to the top of his chest. Only then, did she release him a second time, place her hands on his shoulders, give a little jump and drifted down against him, circling his middle with her long legs.
"There now, Mr. Jeffrey Hudson," she asked primly. "How do you like that?" She smiled broadly at him and made a little moue through her smile.
"How do you like it?" he grinned in return, drawing her soft warmness close.
"Well," she said, tongue in cheek and canting her head to one side, like a listening bird and with laughter devils dancing in the back of her large, amber eyes, "it isn't every girl in the settlement that has a bathtub this big, equipped with her own favorite stud." Then she burst into tinkling laughter that rippled over the water around them.
Jeff stood there, his feet planted solidly on the sandy bottom, holding her close and grinning down at her, happy over her happiness. The contrast of her heating body with the coolness of the water was almost more than he could endure.
"Oh, Jeff-" she managed when finally the laughter subsided, "I'll bet you think I'm awful."
"I do," he told her. "I think you're awfully lovely, awfully beautiful and awfully human and normal." With his hands under the water he pushed down on her thighs around his waist, at the same time easing his hips to the rear to a point where the great end of the invader came to rest snugly in the downy nest of her. Then he slid his palms around under her buttocks to hold her securely and pressed forward with his hips.
"Oh," she said weakly, when she realized what he intended. "But can we? This way, I mean?" She held him fixed with her eyes as she moved her hips in tiny circles against the shaft, with him continuing the pressure and holding her firmly in the water.
"Of course we can," he assured her. "Just keep on with what you're doing and you'll see."
At that instant the thick, blunt end of the cudgel popped into the entrance of the dark love-cave and she started smally, them emitted a full-bodied, gusty sigh as she increased the speed of her hip actions and dug her heels into the backs of his thighs. .In less than a minute she had worked her greedy young body down the length of the shaft until she fitted tightly around the very base.
"Wheew!" she gasped desperately when it was done. "Now I know what a stuffed sausage feels like."
"Are you comfortable in this position?" Jeff asked her.
"Oh, lordy," she gasped again. "Why do you ask?" Yes."
"Can you remain in the same position for an hour to be-attended?"
"Jeff Hudson, are you going to start that again? You don't have to prove anything, you know." She shook her head in wonder. "I believe you," she said, not believing.
He realized she thought she would embarrass him by putting him to the test; by forcing him to prove his claim, so he decided to drop the subject. Proof through performance would be sufficient. Nevertheless, he immediately began to condition his mind for a long session. From past experiences he knew that when he concentrated on some totally unrelated subject he could continue for hours without expending himself. He had discovered this a number of years before, while in school back in Boston, studying to become a geologist.
At the boarding house where he stayed, near the campus, was a young lass of eighteen or so whose duty it was to keep in order the rooms of the boarders. A number of times Jeff had seen her about the house, and always she had a winsome smile and a cheery word for him. Then came the day when his geology class was let out at noon in order to give the students an opportunity to cram for a very important exam on the morrow. Somewhat concerned for fear he might not pass the test, Jeff had hurried to his room to do some serious studying and found the girl, whose name was Ann, in the process of cleaning his place.
Ann was rosy-cheeked and merry-eyed and slightly plump-and because both she and Jeff were two young people full of the fire and vigor of youth, he had been home only a few minutes before he found himself removing her clothes, albeit the problem of how he was going to study for the forthcoming examination while at the same time do both of them justice, nagged him in the back of his mind. Yet it shouldn't have, for the problem turned out to be no problem at all.
After the first, burning urgency of their session was over and he made as if to remove himself from her, she grabbed him greedily with her soft arms and her plump, hot thighs.
"No!" she whispered fiercely. "Ain't nobody here in the house but us. This is my afternoon off and the missus has gone shoppin'. When she gets back and don't see me nowhere she'll think I've gone home. I'm stayin' right here-and what are you aimin' to do about it?"
Patiently Jeff had explained about the approaching examination, how important it was and his need to study.
"Humph," she snorted with feminine disdain. "That ain't no big thing. Here," and she reached to the night-stand beside the bed for the book he had brought home to do his research from and laid it on the pillow beside her head. "There now," she grinned triumphantly. "Now do your studyin'. All you want of it, but don't stop doin' 'What you ort to be doin' to me, nuther!"
Delighted with the idea, though not really believing it possible, he had commenced his studies and at the same time commenced his advance-withdrawal rhythm, using long, deep strokes. Five minutes passed. He was engrossed with a passage from the book dealing with various rock formations near the earth's surface when plump little Ann started to buck and heave beneath him, yet so great was his concentration on what he was reading, he hardly noticed. He merely continued with his back-and-forth rhythm and continued reading.
Time passed. The early midday sun became the early afternoon sun and he kept right on with the action, with Ann squirming and lunging against the shaft and emitting tiny, mewling sounds every few minutes. Only occasionally did he stop to rest. Both of them had long since become covered with perspiration, and as the sun dipped behind the western horizon Ann lay limp beneath him, her eyes closed and her head to one side. It was at this point that he glanced at the clock ticking away on the bed side stand. Five hours! It was hard for him to believe, yet he knew the clock was right, for a glance toward his bedroom window told him a cold, wintry night was settling over the city. But five hours? With him expending himself only once-that first time? It was truly incredible.
The instant he flipped the book on the pillow shut the great dam within him, which had been building up all afternoon, burst asunder and scalding torrents gushed forth to fill his plump little partner to over flowing. When he finally recovered and removed himself completely to sit on the side of the bed, Ann rolled toward him, something akin to worship in her eyes.
Later that night, when he took her home, she paused on the doorstep and turned to face him. She kissed him quickly and just before she disappeared inside, she said: "There ain't never in the whole, wide world ever been another man like you, Jeffery Hudson."
He would always be grateful to plump little Ann, for through her he had learned a technique which had stood him good stead many times since. And was about to again. With Susan Crowder, here in this secluded, moonlit pool.