Chapter 4
AN INVOLUNTARY QUIVERING SEIZED HER WHEN it arrived, enveloping her completely in a delicious ecstasy and this time it had none of that sharp, saw-edged urgency which had accompanied it three times before. Even the heat bomb exploding in her loins forsook its harshness and flooded her slender, trembling body with a rapture so sweet and gentle tears of unutterable bliss sprang from behind her closed lids. And as the sweet gentleness continued to flow all through her, as the massive cudgel continued its tender caressing through the greedy, burning tunnel, a feeling of pure rapture lifted her from the flat rock beside the secluded pool deep in the wilderness frontier and carried her up among the stars. Here she floated freely, encased in a tiny cocoon of golden, ecstatic delight she had never known before. Thus she remained until she slowly, though very slowly at first, drifted back to Jeff beside the pool.
Even though her journey across the divide had been silent and relatively motionless this fourth time Jeff was nonetheless aware of it taking place, for it evinced itself each time he thrust solidly home. Each time he did so, each time he buried the massive marauder to the hilt in her hungry body he felt her frantic clutching at him from within. Only when the visitation had passed completely did he speak.
"Is there any difference between this time and those when you didn't relax?" he asked. He stood as before, but now with his hands resting lightly on her hips. He had done this as a precautionary measure, not sure she would be able to control herself. During her trip to the other side, he had neither paused or faltered in his rhythm, nor did he do so now, but continued with the long, deep strokes and measured tempo. When she failed to answer him after a reasonable time he realized why. She was weeping. By listening closely he could hear her quiet sobs above the rippling of the water coming over the shoal at the upper end of the pool. Because he could not be sure of the reason for her tears he was quiet for a spell, then he asked. "Is something wrong, Susan?"
"No," she answered in a subdued voice. "Nothing is wrong, Jeffery."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I don't know. But I can't help myself."
"There must be a reason."
"Perhaps so, but I don't know what it is. Happy isn't the right word. I've never felt like this before in my life." She sniffed delicately a couple of times and he knew her tears were over.
"Are you catching up on the past two years?" he wanted to know.
"Oh lordy," she said, giggling suddenly. "Like lightning. But aren't you tired?"
"No," he told her truthfully. "I told you I could continue this for hours and I can."
"Oooeee," she said, taking a deep, tremulous breath. "I can see right now that if we were together every night I just might not be enough woman for you. Have you ever thought of that?"
"Not really. In case you weren't, what would you do?"
"Ask Prudence to help me," she replied promptly. "That's what I'd do."
"And you wouldn't be jealous?"
"Why should I be jealous?" She raised the forepart of her body up on her elbows and twisted around to look at him over her shoulder. "A healthy young man needs a lot of women to fill his needs, and if one can't do it then he should take a second and a third, or how many ever are necessary." She stopped, watching his smooth action and feeling the great engine gliding back and forth through the dark forest of angel floss. "Oh boy!" she said quickly. "Prudy will never believe this."
"If things were as you said; if we were together every night and you weren't enough woman for me, and if Prudence refused to help out, then what would you do?" He asked the question solely to learn what she would say. That she had offered to share him with another woman had delighted him, though surprised him somewhat.
"If Prudy wouldn't help me then I'd get Charity Breeden. I know she would. Ever since her husband ran off to New Bedford with the sutler's daughter she's been rangy as all get out. Every time we visit each other all she can talk about is men. She wants one in the worst way, but she's afraid talk might get out if she gives one of the men in the settlement a chance."
"And she wouldn't be afraid of the talk if I were the man?" he asked, not understanding.
"Not if she had me to help her keep the secret," Susan said. "One woman might be suspected, but two together for that purpose never would."
"I see what you mean," he answered after chewing her statement over in his mind. She was right. No one would suspect two women. He was about to speak again when she interrupted his train of thought.
"Do you mind if I make another suggestion like I did when we were out in the pool?" she asked.
"No," he said, wondering what she had thought up this time. "Go right ahead." He was anxious to see what she would come up with.
"Then stop for just a minute."
He stopped. When he did she carefully drew her left leg from the water and pulled it up alongside her waist. Still carefully she moved her right leg under the water from the right side of his legs to the left, then straightened her left leg and lifted it over to his right. When she was finished instead of being turned in the other direction she faced him, the back part of her buttocks resting on the edge of the rock.
"There now, Mr. Jeffery Hudson," she grinned broadly in the moonlight. "How. do you like that maneuver?"
"If I hadn't witnessed it I doubt if I'd have believed it," he remarked, no little mamazed.
"Now don't start yet," she told him. Then she drew her knees high, toward her, and spread them wide. Next she raised her shoulders off the moss and braced herself by extending her straight arms down and back behind her. "All right now," she said. "Go ahead." When he once more commenced the action, she sat there with her long legs high and wide and the upper part of her body braced forward, eagerly watching the massive invader advance and withdraw, caressing her secret places.
"Oh, lordy!" she gasped desperately after a couple of minutes of the steady rhythm. "I can't stand much of this before-Jeffery!"
His name on her lips was a wild cry of ecstasy and he knew what it meant. Instantly he pulled himself free of her and stepped back to watch as she struggled mightily to ward off the visitation. Her feet were in the water now, for she had lowered and closed her legs when he moved away, but her hands were still braced against the moss-covered rock and her face, screwed tight in an agony of bliss, was lifted toward the night sky. Her chest heaved from her heavy, ragged breathing and her flat tummy rolled from her efforts. Finally a jerky sigh escaped her and she relaxed. The visitation of supreme rapture had not scored this time. Almost, but not quite.
"Why did you stop, Jeffery?" she asked in a pleading voice when she was fully recovered. "You left me hanging in the air."
"I know," he said, "and I'm sorry. But I wanted to show you something."
"OooF she shuddered deliciously, then grinned heavily at him in the moon light. "What is it you wanted to show me?"
"How to tease."
"How to-?" From her expression, she clearly did not understand.
"Come on." He extended his hand to assist her. "Let's go for a short swim and I'll explain." She accepted his aid and both of them waded out to the deepest part of the pool, to where the water reached just below Susan's chin. Because the force of the flow through the pressure tended to push her off balance and to offset this she held onto his arm and lifted her feet from the bottom. Next she did a dainty roll-over in the water and drew herself toward him as he slipped his arms around her.
"Mmm," she whispered dreamily. "I like this."
Jeff stood erect in the water, his right arm around her neck and shoulders and his left across her lower rib cage, while her long slenderness was stretched out at an angle toward the bottom end of the pool just under the surface. Directly beneath his head rested the two plump, resilient hillocks of her ripe breasts. A ragged sob of pleasure wafted over the water as he bent forward, lifting her slightly, and capped one with the heat of his mouth.
"Oh lordy," she breathed heavily. "If this is teasing, I'm all for it."
Without answering Jeff transferred his lips to the other mound of delight and again, because of the sharp contrast of temperatures of his hot mouth against the cool nipple, came her ragged sob of pleasure. For some minutes he continued to hold her, vacuuming with his lips and caressing with his tongue while she squirmed and twisted subtly to the water, her thighs and the soft pubic mound occasionally breaking the surface.
"But this isn't the kind of teasing I had in mind," he finally told her, raising his head.
"Wowie," she breathed, shakily. "Then what kind of teasing is it?"
"Do you recall what I did back there on the rock a few minutes ago?" he asked.
She nodded. "You mean when you stepped away just when I was about to-you know?"
Now it was his turn to nod. "That's right. You were just about to, but I withdrew and you didn't."
"And you call that teasing? I think it's downright criminal," she smiled.
"No. It isn't necessary for me to step back; just stop all action and hold perfectly still when you are about to, but not past the point where you can't control it. Do you understand? We'll return to the rack and do just as we did before, but each time you are about to, you let me know and I'll stop. When you have recovered again we'll play some more. Until you're about to again, then stop again. We'll do that several times and each time the force gets greater and greater and when you finally do let go, when you finally do go all the way-boom." He smiled at the tiny puzzled frown, on her face, then her expression cleared.
"And when I do let go all the way you mean it'll be better than it has already been?" she asked.
Again he nodded. "That's right, exactly. Better than ever before."
'I'm' not sure I can stand it." she said quietly. "The other times, even the one when I relaxed, almost drove me out of my mind."
"You'll stand it," he chuckled softly. "You'll survive."
" "Jeffery Hudson," she said in the same quiet tone, with the sincerity and honesty in her voice un-mistakable. "I'm not sure I will ever completely survive this night with you. I had no idea life could be so beautiful."
"Come on then," he told her. "Let's return to the rock."
"But I thought you wanted to swim."
"Huh-uh. Coming out here in deeper water was just to give you time to cool off a bit more."
"Boy-ee," she said, following him. "Oh boy."
Then she was again seated on the edge of the flat rock, her long legs folded at the knees and drawn high and wide and her hands braced against the moss. In the clear light of the full moon, she watched his every move; as he moved to stand close in front of her, as he depressed the mighty engine and centered the blunt end of the great shaft exactly at the entrance of the mysterious defile, as he began to ease toward her.
An explosive grunt of feminine pleasure fled her lips when the head of the invader gained solid purchase and both of them watched as, under the gentle pressure of his hips, it slowly vanished inside.
"And you want me to tell you the instant I feel-it-coming?" she wanted to know.
"That's right," he said again. "At the first sign of it. Then I'll stop still and we'll wait till it goes away.
When that happens we'll continue."
"Sheesh," she murmured contentedly. "I think every man should be made to study geology in Boston."
"Are you ready?" He adjusted his stance to her exact level.
"Lordy yes," she breathed. "Can't you tell?"
At this he placed his hands on the outside of her smooth thighs and both of them watched as the massive invader commenced 'gliding back and forth-back and forth.
"Ooommm," she moaned gustily. "How wonderful it is." Then, in a more alert voice. "But perhaps if we talked about something else it would help me from going all to pieces so often. Do you think it would, Jeff?"
"It might. We could try. What would you like to talk about?"
"I don't know. Anything. We could talk about Charity Breeden."
"If you like, but why her?" he asked.
"Because everyone in the settlement wonders why her husband left a beautiful woman like her and ran off to New Bedford with that sutler's daughter. I know. Charity told me why."
"Really?" More than once Jeff had wondered the same thing, unable to understand why any man in his right mind would leave a woman as lovely and charming as Charity Breeden was. Her hair was a rich, honey blonde, her eyes the bluest he had ever seen and she had a figure hidden beneath the voluminous skirts she wore that would make any man crawl across a bed of glowing coals on his hands and knees to get at. Ho knew this from the way she walked and handled herself in general on the numerous times he had seen her about the settlement. Any normal man would be a fool to desert such a bedsome morsel. "Then why did. her husband leave her for the sutler's daughter?"
"Well," Susan said candidly, still watching the massive marauder plunder amongst her secret places, "it's like this. She's built way back. Do you know what that means in a woman?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," he told her truthfully.
"Well," she said again and still candidly, this time raising her eyes to his face. "Some women, those who have a very high pelvis and are built way up front, can play mama and papa with a man while standing up; with the man standing in front of them. Most women are built like me and can play like you and I have been playing. Either like we are at the moment or the way we were a while ago with me laying face down on the rock and my legs hanging down in the water-or like a filly and a stud-with me on my hands and knees. The women who are built way back, as Charity is, can do it standing up, but with the man behind. Now do you understand?"
"I'm not sure," Jeff said slowly, no little flabbergasted. "You mean to tell me Charity Breeden can be-attended-while she is standing straight up?"
"That's right. That's what she said, anyway. And I believe her."
"But that's no reason for her husband to leave her," he said, not really knowing whether to believe or not. "Why didn't they go to bed, for heaven's sake?"
"They did, but she had to lay on her tummy, face down, and for some unknown reason this infuriated her husband. His name-was Leigh, by the bye."
"And they couldn't play face-to-face at all?" The possibility that they could not amazed him more than ever. Such an impossibility was absolutely incredible.
"Of course they could, silly," Susan giggled. "But according to Charity she had to rest on the back of her neck and this infuriated Leigh more than ever, just as it did when she wanted him to play like a filly and stud. Natrually this is very possible with Charity, but he would have none of her that way."
"So he ups and leaves," Jeff said wonderingly. "I'll be cooked in bear fat, but the man is loony. I think it'd be a delightful experience to attend a woman like Charity. Standing up and from behind, I mean."
"Humph!" Susan chuckled warmly up at him. "From what I've learned of you this night, Jeffery Hudson, you'd be delighted to attend any woman any way. If you want-" A noticeable shivering seized her. "STOP!"
He stopped immediately, remaining perfectly still, the shaft buried deep.
"Don't move!" she gasped quickly, her chest heaving suddenly and her tummy rolling as she fought for control. Then she said through gritted teeth, "Don't move a fraction. Not one." He didn't, but continued to remain motionless until the approaching rapture faded away without ever having arrived. "Whew!" she managed after a time. "That was close. Where do we go from here?"
"We wait a little longer," Jeff told her, grinning, "then repeat the performance."
"I believe you enjoy this torture, Jeff," she said, her voice normal once more. "Do you?"
"Of course not," he told her frankly. "And when it's over, you won't call it torture."
"Then why do you do it?"
"You honestly want to know?"
She did not answer, save with a nod, her eyes on his.
"Because of you," he said gently. "Because you have two years of doing without that you want to catch up on as quickly as possible and I want to see you do it. That's one reason. Another is this. It is the duty of the man to see that the woman gains complete, absolute satisfaction-regardless. Otherwise he is a poor partner, indeed. Ordinarily, in our society men have much more and greater freedom than women do. If a man isn't satisfied he can always go on the prowl, while the dissatisfied woman is made to suffer in silence."
"Oh boy," she said in a quiet voice. "And how I've been made to suffer these past two years. Can you believe that is the reason I first began sneaking down here to this pool at night? Just to cool off?"
"I believe," he answered, once more commencing the back and forth rhythm. "Are you still comfortable?"
"Ye-ye-yes," she gasped smally as the great invader began again to caress her deep inside. "Only go slowly. Very, very slowly, Jeff."
In compliance with her request, he decreased the speed of the tempo, taking a full ten seconds to complete an entire cycle.
"Where is your cabin, Jeff?" she asked after a while.
"You know those two tall mountain peaks you can see from the center of the settlement, near the church?"
"I've seen them, yes."
"Leave the settlement and go straight between them. My cabin is in a broad valley directly on the other side. A river somewhat larger than this one flows through the center of the valley, and my cabin is at the upper end. You couldn't miss it if you tried. Why do you want to know?"
"Well," she said whimsically, "the idea just occurred to me that the next time I have to come down here to cool off I pay you a visit instead and let you do the cooling. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," he chuckled warmly, overjoyed that she would consider such a thing. "Come anytime you like and stay as long as you like."
"You really mean that, don't you Jeff?" There was a serious note in her voice he had failed to notice before.
"Of course I mean it. And don't bother to bring any clothes except those you wear in leaving the settlement. When I'm home I usually go naked all the time, especially in warm weather like this." He did not really believe she would ever visit his cabin, since it was so far through the wilderness, and that's the reason he said it.
"You're not spoofing me, are you, Jeff Hudson?" She held his eyes with hers in the moonlight.
"No," he laughed happily at the mental picture of them cavorting and playing in the meadow below his cabin, then added: "And bring both Prudence and Charity with you. We'll have the time of our lives."
"Well just don't you be surprised, Mr. Smarty Pants, if I do exactly that," she said pertly, with a toss of her head. "Then all four of us could run around naked and have a wonderful time." She hugged herself deliciously at the idea. For several seconds she was silent, then said in a quiet, still voice. "Here it comes again, Jeff. Please don't stop this time."
"Is that the way you want it?" he asked quickly.
"Yes," she replied. "Please."
"Then let me know when it gets here. I have something to show you."
"What?" Even the one word was constrained, tight.
"A change of-procedure."
Yet there was no need for her to warn him when the visitation of supreme rapture drew nearer. Not with words, anyway, for he could feel the spasmodic clutchings at the slowly moving attender from deep inside her belly. When this happened he reached down with both hands, took hold of her ankles firmly and lifted them to rest on his shoulders, bowing his back a little to do so. Next he crossed his forearms over her upright thighs just below her knees, in this manner holding her legs tightly against him, their backs down the length of his. torso and the bottom of her buttocks snugly against the tops of his thighs. He waited, tense and ready, his muscles bunched for action the moment the visitation drew close enough.
Susan now lay flat on her back on the moss-covered rock, her arms to the side, her eyes closed and her face to the overhanging trees above, waiting.
It was a short wait. A tiny whimper fluttered from her relaxed vocal organs, signaling the visitation's rapid approach and when Jeff saw her breasts rise in a deep breath, he knew the time had come.
Without warning he shifted the speed of the slowly moving invader into lightning gear, using short, quick thrusts which pounded into her defenseless, greedy bottom with the rapidity of a jack-hammer at wide-open throttle.
The soft, gentle purr which was a-borning in her throat converted instantly into another, harsher sound. "Gaahh!" she cried explosively and the visitation was with her-within her and all over her at the same moment.
Her long, drawn-out scream of agonized bliss smote the stillness of the spring night and she tried to buck upright, but Jeff's forearms across her thighs forbade this, and when she arched her back upward he forced her back the same way, never pausing in his machine-gun-like action, hut holding her snugly close and hammering away with all his youthful might. The unexpected violence of the rapture brought on by this action was more than Susan could sedately endure and she screamed a second time; a long, full-bodied, deep-chested scream of excruciating ecstasy that filled the forest around them and hung on the night air. Her eyes protruded dangerously from her head from the force of the wild emotion, she chewed her tongue from the rapture of it and with her hands pounded and clawed at the moss on the rock until great hunks of it were torn loose. On the several other times she had experienced the visitation tonight there'd been apoint in each when, far in the back of her mind, she knew she could stand no more, and it was at this point that the intensity of the visitation began to fade. But not this time.
This time she thought her Very body would burst open from the lightning and thunder raging within, for it failed to fade. Rather, it grew in strength. And in the little corneir of her mind wherein she retained contact with reality, she knew she was going to die. There was no hope but to do otherwise; to pass away completely from the sweet agony boiling inside her, brought on by the trip-hammer action of the plundering invader stirring among her vitals. If this was the way it was going to be, then let it, she thought, as wave after wave of unbridled ecstasy ripped through her tender young frame. The heat bomb, which had ruptured low in her belly seconds before, was sending torrents of searing flame from her head to her toes. A steel band tightened about her heaving breasts, cutting off her breath, as her belly muscles twitched and jerked. Her final thought, just before the visitation pushed her over the brink of consciousness and into the bottomless void below, was, can death be so sweet?