Chapter 13
MORNING SUNLIGHT STREAMED INTO THE room and fell across the bed, clothing the nakedness of male and female with tender warmth. The clothes were pulled down to the foot of the bed and June lay on her stomach close up to John; she wriggled as the sun's rays beat on her undulating buttocks. She opened her eyes and blinked round at John lying beside her; her eyes travelled down his body and saw his penis, semi-stiff even in sleep. The sight of it and the heat of the sun on her bare skin seemed to give her vigor, sharpening her sleep-addled brain. She turned her body, swivelling on her buttocks, and lowered her head, her open mouth hovering over the unsuspecting penis. Running her tongue over her lips to moisten them, she slowly approached the object of her desire.
John moaned softly as June's mouth brushed lightly along the length of his cock. She waited a moment, then lifted it, her fingers gently pulling back the foreskin, baring the dull red helmet. She touched it to her lips, which parted as though in answer to a knock, then her head lowered again as she accepted half the fleshy shaft into the warm, moist cavity of her mouth, soft lips closing around it. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she gave it a gentle suck, feeling at once its jerk into life. She ran her tongue round the edge of the glans and he stirred, his hips automatically lifting toward her face, stuffing more of the rapidly-stiffening prick into the welcoming confines of her wet mouth. She sucked on him more deeply, tongue becoming more searching, head slowly moving up and down.
Moments later, she had the penis hard and throbbing in her mouth, fully aware, now, of what was going on. So, also, was its owner, for two hands had moved down to clasp her moving head. The night's weaknesses had vanished in the dawning of a new day's passion.
She crammed as much of his penis as she could into her mouth and moved her bottom round, spreading her knees as she knelt by him, giving him easy access to her bushy quim, her back arching as she felt his fingers slip between her thighs.
As she sucked, he began a gentle fondling of her sex, stopping now and then with a gasp, as her tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. These dilatory caresses began to faintly annoy her; she wanted frenzied activity over her excited cunt, to rekindle the fires of orgasm, to experience again-for how many times since last night?-the shuddering ecstasy to which she reacted like a drug-addict reacts to dope, always craving for more.
She waggled her shapely behind urgently. "Oh, John," she thought, "please don't piddle with me like that when I want to come so desperately." She pressed against him, sucking harder.
Moisture gathered at the base of his prick as her mouth worked and her fingers groped and fondled. She lifted her head and watched the bead of pre-intercourse saliva form at the tip of the glans. She bent and her tongue appeared, delicately licking off the dew-drop.
"I love sucking you," she whispered, savoring the words, eyes hot with passion. She looked at the throbbing cock between her fingers. "Sucking you off and feeling your warm spunk spurt into my mouth ... "
"Keep sucking!" he ordered fiercely, spasms of bliss beginning to creep up on him.
Her head bent once more, cheeks hollowing, as she moved her head up and down in the oldest rhythm known to uninhibited lovers. She moved her lower body round to an even more intimately accessible position for him, her thighs splayed wide, the hairy mass surmounting her cunt almost resting on his chin. He pulled his head back for a better view of her delightfully rounded buttocks, quivering, as he fingered the mushy interior of her vagina.
The delicious manipulation sent a shiver of joy surging up to her mouth and he was rewarded with a frantic tongueing of his sensitized glans, as she made an avidly determined effort to force his climax. The suction of her mouth became so strong that he seriously considered stopping her in case his testicles might be drawn out through the eye of his prick!
She changed position again, lifting one elegant leg to straddle his chest and lower her longing cunt to his mouth. Her breasts rested lightly on his stomach and she sucked with renewed vigor. He could feel her turgid nipples sending hot, thrilling little prickles through his belly as they rubbed gently against it with her movements. Her sucking mouth was driving him insane, now, and he knew that his sperm would soon be spurting down her eager throat. His mouth closed over her soaking cunt, tongue probing into the wet, velvety flesh.
She squirmed under the sensation; this was heavenly, and she realized that within a matter of seconds she would be giving him her intimate saliva of love, her soaking body shaking with lust as he sucked it from her. But, quite suddenly, she felt a lack of something; she wanted to make this extra special for both of them-she wanted to make every love-bout they had together extra special now. Connie and Clem would be returning from Paris on Friday and this was Thursday. One more day and then she feared she would be back in the old, frustrated routine of married life with Clem. She must put everything she had into this one day!
Clem refused to do anything about her sexual likes and dislikes, all he would do for her was suck her off, so she decided that while she had John, she would choose other ways to achieve orgasm than through the mouth and tongue.
She quickly lifted her head and pulled her rear away from John's clutching hands. Avoiding his grab for her, she climbed from the bed.
"June, what ... ?"
"Don't worry, darling-I'm not running away. It's just that I've remembered Clem's letter; do you realize that they'll be back tomorrow? This has all been so wonderful, it seems as if they only left yesterday. Now I want everything we do together today and tonight to be very special-yoU see, I ... I somehow feel that ... that this ... this day will be ... be ... " She felt her throat tighten, strangling the words, and she turned away quickly so that he wouldn't see the tears glistening in her eyes. She had been going to say that she felt this would be their last day together and the dreams they had when Connie and Clem went to Paris, leaving them to indulge their passions, were, after all ONLY dreams which would face on their awakening the next morning.
John watched her speculatively as she moved across the room, and his heart-beat quickened when she returned from the cupboard carrying the whip! Her eyes were on his face, watchful for his reaction.
"Remember when you first whipped me, John? I want to be reminded of it again; I want the reminder to last after Clem gets back-even if it's only a few pink stripes. The last time you did it the 'reminder' lasted me a few days. Whip me again, darling-please? Then we'll have such a tremendous orgasm together afterward. I'll make it so wonderful for you, dear."
John felt his cock begin to throb again as she held the whip out toward him; he looked at her beautiful body, her heavily swaying breasts and tense face, eyes pleading.
Sitting up, he took the whip from her and slid from the bed.
"How do you want me this time, darling?" she asked quietly, "on the bed, bottoms up?"
He looked around the room; there were two slim, ornate pillars from floor to ceiling, just in front and to either side of the window. He indicated one of them.
"Wrap your arms round the right hand one."
She walked over to the post and threw her arms around it, pressing her body tightly against the carved wooden surface and closing her eyes.
He began to lash her, then, the first blow falling across her bottom, sticking out prominently, a red line leaping up immediately from the whiteness. She jerked and a small scream was forced from her. He gave her the second stroke, crossing the first; her face contorted with pain and her buttocks jerked madly backward and forward, but she made no attempt to escape from the post.
"Ah-ah-John, darling ... ooh ... my ... my backside ... it it's on fire. Aargh! Oh, my love ... you're killing me! The -p-pain is awful."
She was writhing against the post now, a film of sweat covering her body; but still she clung to it, taking each stroke as it fell, without trying to evade any part of the punishment.
He watched her lovely naked body jerk again as he brought the whip whistling down across the pink-striped bottom, making it sting, but not enough to break the skin. His penis was almost at bursting point as he tapered off the beating with a few lighter strokes across the backs of her thighs. As before, her screams of pain had already changed to groans and cries of lust, entreating him to flog her harder.
"Go on, darling! Flog me! Ooh, I'm ... I'm going to come very s-soon ... whip! Whip! Oh, my cunt is burning up ... and my bum ... my bum is on fire! Whip it. Oh ... oh, darling ... I love you ... whip me!"
She was jerking and writhing madly, her arms still wrapped round the pillar. She pressed closer to it, her thighs opening and then closing round it, holding it tightly between them. As he delivered the final strokes she began to work her hips powerfully and he could see she was masturbating her clitoris against the wood. She looked at him, her eyes wild, breath rasping.
"Come, darling ... don't waste it ... I can see your poor cock is almost boiling over. Come and put it in me, dearest ... quickly! Put it in my bottom ... spend into me there."
She held up her masturbatory movements to thrust her buttocks out at him in invitation. "Pull the cheeks open and put it in-but be quick, before we both come!"
He dropped the whip and went over to her. Pulling open the cheeks of her beautiful behind, he jammed the head of his rock-hard penis against her hot, crinkled anus. The force of the thrust overcame the defence of the sphincter muscles and his throbbing shaft penetrated several inches into the moist heat of her rectum. She gave a little cry of pleasure-pain as her tight passage was forced to accept the invader, but kept her bottom thrust out for further penetration. Grasping her firmly round the hips, he gave another hefty thrust, sinking the whole length of his penis into her, until his loins were pressing hard against the scalding heat of her whipped buttocks.
With the plunging prick in her backside and the frantic rubbing of her clitoris, plus the searing heat of the whipping she had endured, it was only a matter of seconds to bring June to the point of orgasm.
"Darling," she gasped, "I'm going ... I ... I'm going to come! Do it with me-have your come in my bottom. Oh, fuck ... fuck ... my bum! My whipped bum!"
The passion roused in him from whipping her and maddening dilations of the muscles of her rectum on his penis, were beyond endurance.
They both yelled as they hit their climax at almost the same instant. His prick seemed to expand inside her bottom, a hot jet of spunk shot high into her bowels as he jammed himself hard against her, crushing the harsh hairs of his pube into her whipped buttocks. She whimpered, then her breath was coming in short, explosive gasps as the shock-waves of orgasm tore through her squirming body, her buttocks impaled on the massive penis, her clitoris jammed hard against the pillar.
Locked thus, they jerked out their wracking orgasm together, gradually weakening until he staggered back from her, prick flopping limply out of her backside, having filled her bowels with his hot sperm. She clutched at the post, gradually sliding down it, the slimy sperm oozing out of her anus and running sluggishly down the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, darling. Whew! That was really something!" She touched her bottom gingerly. "Ouch! Cruel thing -you did hurt me! It was worth it, though."
"I didn't whip you as hard as I did before, my sweet."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I guess I did. Did you?"
"Of course. Did you have a lovely pome in my bottom? Did I please you?"
"You always please me." He took her in his arms and kissed her. "And I had a wonderful come in your bottom. Now let's have some breakfast, huh?"
They had just soaked themselves in a bath, easing a lot of the hurt from June's ill-used rear, and were ready for food.
After breakfast they swam and sun-bathed until lunch-time, then, when they had eaten, she in her swimming suit and he in his trunks, they went up to the bedroom to change.
She stripped off her suit quickly and waited while he pulled off his trunks. Then she went to him and pressed herself close, her large, pear-shaped breasts flattening against his chest.
"Darling," she whispered, "I want you to make love to me for the rest of the day and most of the night!"
"Steady on, baby-I can't keep on spending the same as you can, you know. A man has to take it easy for a while after each tussle, to-er-well, re-coup his losses, so to speak. Otherwise, the only thing I'd be able to pump into you would be air! And even then, you'd have to lash the old cock to a toothpick to keep its head up."
"I know all about that, my love. Don't worry-I know I can go on spending indefinitely; all I want you to do is love me and let me indulge a little in the things I can't have when Clem is here. Then every time you want to fuck me or come in some way, just say the word and I'll do, or let you do to me, whatever you want. Is it a deal?"
"It's a deal," he laughed, cupping her breasts in his hands and giving them a squeeze. "What's to be first on the program?"
"Well, first of all, I'm getting rid of servants for the rest of the day-we'll be able to run naked through the house. Will you like that, darling? I thought you would, somehow! Next-I'd rather like to try on some of my rubber undies, and then-oh-we'll decide on that when we come to it."
It was a perfect day from both their points of view: June, although she indulged in all her pet sexual fancies, always catered for John's needs whenever they arose.
First came the rubber garments. These were carefully unpacked and chosen. John watched her flashing eyes and quickened breathing as she touched them, rubbing them over her bare body and pushing them in between her thighs; rubber really did something to her.
He helped her get rubber panties and bra on, followed by rubber skirt and thin rubber blouse. After moving about in them for a while, she asked him to undress her slowly down to the panties, then masturbate her over the rubber.
Another caprice was to be tied firmly to one of the pillars in the bedroom, her back to it and arms fastened above her head. With her feet strapped to either side of it, her legs were far apart enough for him to have free access to her sex organ.
"Now masturbate me, dear. Frig my cunt until I spend on to your fingers."
Her body stretched taut against the post, he frigged her until she came, moaning, on to his hand.
It was when she danced naked in front of him, an erotic, Eastern-type of belly dance, to the accompaniment of music from a record that consisted almost entirely of tom-tom drums, that he really got a colossal hard on. As she twisted slowly and provocatively in front of him, he looked at the still faintly-striped buttocks, the wide, jerking hips and swaying, bouncing breasts.
Leaping to his feet, he grabbed her, turned her round and kissed her mouth. She laughed against his lips.
"I had an idea that would do something for you. Sexy, isn't it? I went to a school that catered for all nationalities; a Turkish girl taught me that one."
June rubbed her breasts across his chest and then pushed her hips forward, her mouth forming a silent O when she felt the hard rod poking into her thigh.
"Come on, then, darling."
She drew him to the bed, falling back on to it and spreading her legs.
He fell on top of her and her hand went down to take his penis and guide it to her soft, wet haven. She wriggled down a little until her bottom was on the edge of the bed, then she thrust her hips up sharply as he bore down on her. She gasped with sensation as he rammed himself up her, the walls of her vagina gripping the welcome prick, seeming to suck it further in.
"Oh, darling, that's lovely! Fuck me, now, and have a lovely come in your June." Her hips bucked to meet him and he was fucking her wildly, the writhing of her resilient body spurring him to even greater efforts.
Her legs lifted and locked over his back as he drove in and out of her, the force of each lunge driving her breath from her in moaning gasps. In a very short time she felt his movements becoming ragged and at the same time the tell-tale throb of his penis within her.
"Darling, you're going to come! I-I can feel your great rod up me-how it throbs. Oooh! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me." The spasms started in her own belly, then; she heaved up at him, "DARLING I'm-I'm going to come with you! Now, darling ... do it now! NOW! AH! AH! AH"
His spendings poured into her, to be met by her own hot offering. She kept moving against him until she felt the slackening of his penis and knew she had extracted every available drop he had.
So their day went on, each bringing the other to new heights of erotic sensation, ending by June kneeling up on the table after supper, crockery pushed to one side. Arching her back, she pushed her bottom out and spread her legs wide.
This had been brought about by her producing an album of photographs, all of women presenting their bottoms to the camera in numerous postures and of varying shapes and sizes. Sitting on his lap, naked, while she showed them to him, she had felt the almost instant rise of his prick. She had hurriedly leafed through the rest of the album and proceeded to position herself in her present posture.
"There you are, John, dear-now give me a good bum-fuck. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Without answering, his eyes glued to her delicious bottom, presented so temptingly, he stood behind her, running his palms over the silken smoothness of her tautened buttocks. Then, by standing on his toes, he found his knob was aimed at her arse dead center. He spread the cheeks and made a close examination of the dainty, crinkled little rosette of her anus. Bending, he kissed it lightly, then licked it, transferring saliva; he pushed his tongue in a little way, bringing murmurs of pleasure from June.
Straightening, he pressed the tip of his penis to her bottom hole for a second time that day. As he grasped her hips and pushed his pelvis forward, he felt her bearing back at him to help the entrance. She gave a little gasp as the glans popped just inside, and spread her legs wider, crouching lower to rest her upper body on her forearms.
He had to stop all movement for a few moments when his cock was all the way up to her to stop himself from coming immediately, as he felt the maddening grip of her heated rectum. She knelt quite still for him, knowing what was the matter.
Soon, he had a grip on himself and started the bottom-fuck rhythm in earnest. Each time he bumped fully and tightly against her, he could feel his hairs cutting into the delicate tissue between her buttocks, digging into the valley where the fragile odor of previous lust echoed up to him.
The command he held on his muscles was slipping quickly away with each deep plunge, especially when he looked down and watched his own flesh sliding in and out of the tight-gripping furnace.
June was moaning again, and pushing herself back against his hips each time she felt him sliding forward within her tight confines. The pleasure for her was good again, as it always was, and she could feel the pinpricks of sensation start running through her pelvis, signaling the onrush of orgasm.
"Harder, darling," she cried, pushing against him with all her force and holding herself against his hips, grinding from side to side. "Oh, fuck! I'm almost there ... come with me, John. Oh, come ... now, darling, now!"
And she held still again, grinding against him, and he pushed at her with all his strength, filling her more than ever before, and loosed the flow of hot pellets that jetted through her bowels and seemed to mix and flow with her own release.
"Always, John," she whispered, "in me like this ... I'll never let you pull that beautiful thing out of me ... "