Chapter 14
Gwen's voice had risen to a high-pitched crescendo, she reached the climax of her narrative ... finally she was virtually shouting out her words.
The excitement was contagious-Lageule found himself again (How many times would this make?) ready to prong this ripe, nubile, sensual Hippie. His cock was growing stiffer by the instant, his balls were tingling in a renewed supply of excitement. He felt as though he could go on porking the beautiful chick for days on end ... it was incredible. He felt like a youth of seventeen again!
Gwen had stood up to change the record on the stereo Lageule watched with mounting excitement as the sweet soft gloves of her buttocks crossed the room. As he watched an idea formed, and took hold in his mind-the most exotic fantasy or imagining that he had ever conceived ... and he had never, until this moment, envisioned the possibility of making it fact!
However, the cop sensed that this girl would be willing to try anything-anything that was new and pleasurable would appeal to her, and she would perform eagerly, competently-and with utmost enjoyment.
Perhaps, even, it would not be new to her at all-perhaps she had already done it, with some of her Hippie friends! The thought, far from making him jealous, gave him an added thrill.
"Hey, look," said Lageule as Gwen returned to her seat, "how would you like to ... "
She was looking at him expectantly, smiling in a friendly manner-she seemed to know exactly what he was struggling to say.
"Well, what I mean is, if you sort of got down on the floor ... " He shifted in his seat, "not on the carpet, that is, but on the bare floor, there," he pointed, "in the hallway ... "
She smiled coyly, waiting.
"Well, I mean I'm sure it's nothing new to you-you Hippies have done everything, I guess-" Gwen smiled, but did not laugh.
"I mean your ass is so nice and all, I would love to just slap it a little-I mean not so it would hurt, just with my palms ... " Lageule gulped. There, he had said it. "Why, sure, is that all?" Gwen seemed genuinely surprised. "I thought you wanted to handcuff me to the ceiling and carve your initials in me or something ... " she said, laughing gaily. Lageule wanted more and more to slap her lovely white ass.
"But promise you won't hurt," she cooed jovially, as she positioned herself, face downward on the bare floor of the hallway.
"Hurt, hurt? Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't want to do that ... just to touch you ... "
He was almost panting with eagerness, as he knelt beside her and bent far over the luscious twin globes of her buttocks.
There was not a flaw, not a blemish to mar that whole ex-panse of creamy flesh.
'Real clean kid,' thought Lageule to himself appreciatively. Those Hippies must wash sometimes, you don't get skin like this for nothing....
Slowly, with the precision and care of a surgeon performing a heart transplant, Lageule reached out loving hands and began to caress and fondle the lush skin. He dallied over the mountains of her ass for several pleasurable moments then he slid one hand deep into the furrow between.
Gwen squirmed, and moaned appreciatively, as his fin-ger found the delicate hole of her anus. He probed one digit into the constricted opening for an instant, tantalizingly, and then withdrew it. Slowly, enticingly, his fingers went back to stroking her soft, hilly flesh.
Lageule felt his cock rising stiffer and more hungry at each lingering stroke-the sight of the woman's ass, so close so beautiful, was marvelously stimulating! He lingered for long moments, his fingers playing over the winsome mounds sliding down into the valley, sticking into her hole ... and only after Gwen had begun to moan and squirm in pleasure did he begin his rougher strokes.
Gently at first, then with increasing hardness, given momentum by his own growing ardor, Lageule began to slap the delicious lobes of her buttocks.
Slap! Thwack! Thhwwwwack! Gwen squirmed more violently, and her cries became more pained, as his palms came down smartly, raising red welts and marks on the creamy white flesh.
"Ow!" cried Gwen finally. "Stop! That does hurt!"
Her words inflamed the cop; his cock grew and grew-it was about to burst-and he rubbed it vigorously against her thigh, seeking to still the aching hunger, to prolong the present ecstasy. His hands came down on her ass again, and again-harder and harder at every stroke.
"Stop!" cried Gwen, and her tone was thoroughly annoyed "you're hurting me!"
She struggled to get up, and Lageule, panting, held her down with one hand, while his other continued to smartly and firmly fall across her ass.
"I will not stop-you must be punished!" Lageule was crying fervently, as he hand beat her again and again. "And you will be punished-I will see to that!"
He was almost screaming with rage, and with every stroke of his arm, his prick rose more, its throbbing increased.
"You are a very naughty girl!" Langeule was shrieking, as his tingling penis pressed itself against her soft thigh. "You are nau-nau-AAUUUUUHHHHH! AAUUUU-GGGGHHHHHHHH!" He lurched, his hand made a final beat and came down hard, and at the same instant, his penis exploded against her flesh, spurting and spuming a geyser of hot come.
"AAuuuuhhhh!" cried Lageule again, as he fell down on top of her lovely body, hugging and kissing her in the sweet glow of passion and release. "Oh," he gasped as he recovered his breath, "I'm sorry-but that was so good!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," said a deep voice from the doorway.