Chapter 3
SUSAN HAD HER LONG LEGS LOOSELY AROUND HIS waist, her arms under his and circling his upper chest, with her head resting against the base of his throat. Even in the coolness of the water, he could feel the heat flowing from her body and the encased invader felt like a burning brand, ensconced as it was, to the very hilt, within her smoldering moistness.
"Are you sure you are comfortable?" he asked again, though knowing she could not maintain her present position for as long as he had in mind. Back in his bedroom, when she had prettily poo-pooed his claim that he could continue indefinitely, he had decided that before this night was gone she would beyond question make up for her past two years of enforced abstinence.
"Yes, Jeffery," she said, in a small voice which trembled slightly. "I'm comfortable. As comfortable as I've ever been."
Without answering, he cupped his hands under her buttocks and eased her away from him, at the same time withdrawing his hips a little. When he had gone as far as he could go he drew her toward him, thrusting forward as he did so, thus starting the action.
Before long a tiny gasp of ecstasy fled her parted lips and her arms tightened about his chest. Each time he drew her forward now she pushed her heels against the back of his legs in effort to impale herself further, grinding her hips greedily against the base of the shaft, while her breath came in ragged sobs. Then came the tiny, whimpered ejaculation of utter submission from her throat signaling the approach of the visitation of supreme rapture. When it reached her, it was not alone.
A deep-throated chorus of reverberating thunder accompanied it, along with blinding flashes of jagged lightning which tore through her slender body without mercy.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed, when the visitation sledge-hammered her low in the belly while the thunder roared and the jagged lightning sawed at each nerve ending of her body. She tried to scream again, but the words refused to leave her constricted throat. Her head snapped back away from the base of his neck, her arms flew from around his chest to thrash the water madly and she would have gone beneath the surface had not Jeff gripped her firmly around her narrow waist, holding her steady as possible as he continued the action. Yet keeping her head above water was something he had not bargained for. It was only through very conscious effort that he was able to do so.
For now she was a thrashing, fighting fury, asking no quarter and giving none, with the strength of half a dozen girls her size. Once, as she lunged blindly in all directions, she almost divested herself of the plundering invader, yet he managed to control her sufficiently to keep the union intact. And he was able to keep this control until the visitation finally died away and she lay limp against his chest once more. Once again he cupped her buttocks in his hand as he continued with the action.
"Ooommm," she sighed gustily after awhile, wiping droplets of water from her face with one hand while she partially supported her weight with the other behind his neck. "Mercy me. What a fit I pitch. But you didn't do anything, Jeff. A woman can tell."
"But you did," he grinned down at her.
"Oh lordy," she sighed again. "I'll say I did. I thought for a minute there I was losing my mind. What makes me so-so demonstrative?"
"I don't know," he chuckled, "unless it's just nature. What do you think?"
"I don't know," she said, a small frown creasing her smooth brow. "I can't imagine why." Then a big grin spread slowly over her lovely face and she began to assist him in the action. "But whatever it is, I don't want it to change. Why didn't you when I did?" She reached up with a loosely gripped fist and biffed him gently on the chin. "Tell me. Why didn't you?"
"I didn't want to," he explained. "Not yet, anyway. You have two years of doing without to make up for, remember?"
"How can I forget?" she whispered as her expression became fixed, her eyes locked with his. "And if you keep on like you started, I'll do it again soon, too."
"I have no intention of stopping," he said as he continued to withdraw and thrust with measured tempo.
"Aren't you going to stop at all?" .
He didn't answer. Only shook his head.
"But I thought-" she began. "I thought-well, you know what I thought."
"That I'd be forced to as a natural result?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes. Doesn't it ever-ever-relax?"
"Well," he chuckled again, "it isn't going to now. Not soon, anyway."
"Goodness. I don't see how you do it." Then she added quickly, "But I'm not complaining, understand. I'm not complaining at all." Then, after a brief pause. "Sheesh! You're the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me, Jeff Hudson. I'll bet if that sassy Prudy Goodbody had some of this she'd throw a hissy."
"Why is it you don't like Prudence?"
"Don't like her?" she asked in amazement. "Who says I don't like her? I love her better than a sister. It's just that I sometimes get a little piqued at her because she treats men the way she does. Prudy and I are the very best of friends. Just you wait until I tell her about us. Then she'll really pitch a fit."
"Tell her?" Now it was his turn to express amazement. "You mean you're going to tell Prudence Good-body about us-tonight-here in the pool."
"I am," Susan said primly. "Unless you tell me I'm not to, I will. Why? Would you rather I didn't?"
"Well," Jeff said slowly, "it really makes no difference to me, one way or the other. Use your own judgement. But why?"
"Cause it might help her," she replied quickly. "Prudy's husband was awfully mean to her before that horse fell on him and killed him, and something he did to her makes her tease men because she really wants a man, but is afraid to give in when the time comes. Maybe he beat her, I don't know."
"If you're such good friends, why hasn't she told you?" he asked.
"Did you know she has never once mentioned her husband's name since he died?" she said seriously. "Not once, mind you."
"I never knew Henry Goodbody," Jeff said. "Never even seen him, for that matter. What sort of man was he.?"
"Cranky and ill-tempered most of the time. That's the reason the horse killed him. He lost his temper and was beating it over the head when it reared over backwards and fell right on top of him. He was a lot older than Prudence, and though she's never said as much, I think she married him to be close to someone. Her folks died in that typhoid epidemic three years back, you know."
"She married him to be close to someone, yet since his death she's lived in her cabin alone," Jeff said. "That doesn't make sense."
"Maybe after living with Henry Goodbody for a spell she'd rather be alone," Susan replied. "Maybe she doesn't want anyone living with her. I know she keeps to her cabin a lot. Sometimes I don't see her for days."
Now all during this conversation Jeff had never ceased his advance withdrawal action; his hands cupped on Susan's firm young buttocks, gently working her to and fro as he moved-his hips back and forth. And while the conversation was going on Susan's attention was partly diverted from their main purpose of being together, though she was far from being unaware of what was taking place. Until now, Jeff's action had been slow and smooth, even tender, but when he felt her clutch madly at the invader from deep within her and shiver all over he speeded his movements, holding her still now and slamming his shots home with brutal force.
"Oh," she cried weakly, suddenly, in a far-away, little-girl voice. "Oh Jeffery, I can't help it again!"
Instantly she scissored him about the waist with her long legs, grabbed his shoulders in her hands and leaned far back, fighting the plundering cudgel with her famished hips; twisting, squirming, jerking. For the second time since they had entered the pool, the visitation sledge-hammered her with merciless savagery low in the belly from the inside and again thunder and lightning were torn from the sky to be released within her slender form. Her wild, throat-rending scream of excruciating ecstasy flooded the forest around them. She screamed a second time, out of control, and Jeff, never missing a single stroke, saw her eyes bulge from her head in the silvery light of the moon, saw the tiny knots of muscle bunch along the angle of her jaw, heard the gnashing of her teeth as she thrashed about madly, hopelessly lost in the clutches of orgiastic thralldom.
"OhmiGod!" she wailed in wild desperation as she tossed herself hither and yon, though never with sufficient force to escape her blissful impalement. "OhmiGod!" she wailed again while wave upon wave of the supreme rapture rolled through her contorting body.
It was all Jeff could do, even with his great strength, to maintain his rhythm and at the same time, keep the plundering weapon centered. Yet he managed to do both, only relaxing his vigilance slightly when the visitation began taking its leave. This was evinced by Susan's cries becoming subdued and her actions less violent. A short, quick series of gaspy sobs signaled its complete departure and she went absolutely limp, slipping beneath the surface before he could catch her. Nor had she returned to full consciousness when he grabbed her quickly under the arms and lifted her up, holding her close against his broad chest.
"Oh, my darling Jeffery," she murmured finally against his shoulder, then wiped the water from her face and leaned away from him to look up into his, a glad wonder in her eyes. For a full minute they regarded each other tenderly, then she placed her hands on his hipbones and eased herself free of the shaft. "What manner of man are you, Jeffery Hudson?" she asked quietly as she lowered her feet to rest atop his. The water was almost up to her chin. Then she repeated the question in the same quiet tone. "What manner of man are you?"
"Normal," he said in a like voice, turning his hips to one side so the extended weapon would not interfere and drew her close. "Just normal."
"Huh-uh," she shook her head and droplets of water fell from her hair to the smooth surface of the pool. "No. That I can't believe. Women talk among themselves and I've never heard of one describing her man as the likes of you." She shook her head again, a tiny, puzzled frown on her face. "Now I know you were telling the truth and weren't just joshing me when you said you could go for hours."
"That's something I never tell," he chuckled softly, "unless I'm ready to prove it."
"Boy-ee," she sighed. "I can believe that."
"And now you're ready to quit," he grinned.
"Poof!" she giggled happily. "You said that. I didn't."
"Then let's be about our business," he said, chuckling again as he placed his hands under her arms in preparation for lifting her back upon the throbbing cudgel.
"Wait," she said, placing a warm hand against his chest and holding him with her eyes. "Can I-do you mind if I make a suggestion?" This last was asked breathlessly and in the clear light of the moon Jeff saw a deep crimson creep up her throat and spread slowly over her lovely face.
"No," he said, somewhat surprised at the blush and wondering what she had in mind. "I don't mind at all. What is it?"
"Did you-have you-?" she stammered with em-harassment, unable to remove her eyes from his face. "You see-I-" Then, "Oh, shucks! Have you ever seen a stud and filly playing mama and papa?"
"Of course," he laughed heartily, suddenly knowing what she had in mind. "But it would be rather awkward in this deep water."
"Not here." She turned and pointed toward the bank where they had entered the pool. "There. Do you see that rock sticking out from the bank?"
He had noticed the flat rock protruding from the bank when they first arrived. It was roughly the size of a dinner table and covered with a thick carpet of moss. The rock was perfectly flat and about twelve inches above the surface of the water.
"Come," she said, pulling him by the arm toward the bank. "The water is, just a little over knee-deep. I'll show you...."
The water was almost mid-thigh depth on her and when they reached it she moved between him and the rock, turning to face him as she did so.
"You aren't going to think I'm a hussy for suggesting this, are you Jeff?"
"That'll never happen," he told her, smiling. "You couldn't be a hussy if you tried."
"Well then, Mr. Hudson, sir, as you said a minute ago: let's be about our business." With this, a rapt look of expectation glowing on her face, she turned toward the flat, protruding, moss blanketed rock, bent from the waist and placed her face against her hands, resting on it.
"Spread your feet just a little more," Jeff instructed, moving in behind her. When she did as he asked he eased closer, found with his fingers the flossy pubic forest centered underneath her white, young buttocks, depressed the erect weapon and leaned forward, lodging the blunt end of the mighty machine securely within the shy little cleft. Next he readjusted his stance, placed his hands lightly on her hips, and again eased forward, watching the great shaft gradually disappear into the fiery cavern.
"Aaahhh!" Susan breathed gustily as she felt herself thus rapturously invaded. "How very wonderful it is."
Again Jeff adjusted his stance behind her when the shaft was buried to the uttermost, straightened, and once again conditioned his mind for a long session, unconsciously grateful to plump little Ann of Boston for the technique she had helped him discover.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked Susan.
"Lordy yes," she whispered. "Look." With this she lowered her entire body above the waist to the moss on the rock; her tummy and breasts resting against it while she placed her head sideways on her folded arms. Next she lifted her feet from the floor of the pool and held her widely spread legs out behind her for a moment. "I'm as comfortable as I've ever been in my life. Why do you ask?"
"Because," he laughed softly, "you might be there for some time." He glanced quickly up at the full moon floating high overhead. "I doubt if it's much past midnight right now."
"Oh boy," she said happily. "And all I have to do is lay here, relaxed as all get out, and be attended to."
"That's right," he told her. "That's all you have to do. Just lay there." So saying, he began the action.
At the first long, deep cycle, Susan gave a full-"bodied grunt of feminine pleasure. "Oh-boy!" she gasped smally. "Oh-boy!" Then, obviously struggling to retain control of her flaming emotions, "What makes me carry on so, Jeff, when I-you know?"
"Because you fight it," he said. The water was only a little above his knees and he stood comfortably relaxed, his arms now folded across his chest and his feet spread for perfect balance, moving his hips back and forth in measured, tireless tempo. "You shouldn't do that. You should just go limp and accept what comes."
"You mean just-go limp?"
"That's right. Go limp. Let all the tension out of your body. Relax every muscle in it."
"I'll try," she said, after a moment's silent reflection. "I don't know if I can do it, but I'll try."
In effort to accomplish this, Susan at once attempted to do as he advised and was pleasantly surprised to find she did it with no trouble at all. She lay against the cool moss, her eyes closed and her ripe lips parted, listening to the gentle spring breeze filtering through the forest around them. And as she lay there, motionless save for the small movement forced upon her by her partner's forward thrusting, she once again, for the first time in many months, began to feel like a woman. Nor was the feeling entirely physical. In this way she knew she was a woman. This could not be denied. But three times already this night Jeff and his wonderful attender had carried her across the blissful divide!, and with each successive journey the feeling had increased, had become more pronounced. Yet the feeling was more than that of being merely a woman. It was more that of being female. Wholely, utterly female, created solely to receive man, to offer him succor and care for his needs. This was her frame of mind as she lay there on the moss-covered rock, glorying in the indescribable sensation of the plundering invader gently caressing amongst her secret places, touching her where never before had she been touched, tenderly probing, stirring, delighting.
When she first noticed the golden glow heralding the approach of another visitation of supreme rapture, her entire body tensed, but only for a brief moment,' then all tension left her because she willed it and she remained absolutely limp as the visitation neared.