Chapter 4

I guess you know about then I felt thirty feet tall and able to walk on air if I'd been walking anywhere instead of stretched on the grass on my back with my stiff cock still in Granny's reviving cunt. Before I could think of any response that seemed appropriate, Abner whined, "What'n hell you taking on about so, anyhow, Granny?"

Granny snapped at him, "I'm taking on about how your cousin Luke don't have no rabbit blood like some of his relations! He can fuck a girl till she's got sparks flying out her ass like a comet's tail, but he don't shoot nary a drop of his fire-foam to cool her fever. He's made me come twice like I've never come before in all my years of fucking, but lover Luke's still as hard and ready for more action as he was when we started. I bet Luke could fuck a girl until-"

Granny broke off shaking her head as she raised herself unsteadily off my chest to stare down at me in wonder. I saw a new fondness in her eyes. With it I saw something else entirely new: the respect a woman reserves for only a real man. She murmured, "How on earth'd you ever learn so much control so young?"

Could I tell her, "Just beginner's dumb luck"? Of course not! I shrugged, smiling, giving her what I hoped would pass for a wise look.

Granny shook her head admiringly again and murmured, "Regardless, you've sure turned into one hell of a lover, Luke, sweetie. If you'd only give me some clue, I'd-"

Abner interrupted, "You gotta be kiddin', Granny! What could Lukey do for any woman with that little hairpin of his?"

"Are you not only stupid but blind too, boy?" Granny demanded testily. "You just seen and heard what Luke did for me. But you didn't learn nothin', did you?"

"Learn what?" Abner whined defensively.

"Learn that long cock you're so proud of don't do a thing for a girl if you shoot it off on a short fuse. That's what!" Granny snapped at him. "What a man needs to do a good job for a girl is a long fuse, not a long cock. And Luke's got the longest. He's got the only thing any man has any real right to ever feel proud of. What he's got will make any girl he fucks want to throw rocks at any horse-cocked clod-"

Expectedly, she interrupted herself abruptly, apologizing, "I don't mean to talk mean to you, Abner, boy. You just aggravate me, sounding off like all the other jug headed stupes who think a big cock is all it takes to make them God's gift to women. That's why they never learn nothing. And I do so want you to learn, Abner."

"Learn what?" Abner asked unhappily.

Granny glanced around at him, rolled her eyes upward, shook her head, then declared, "For openers, learn there's something you need to learn about fuckin'. Learn that the size your cock is ain't a thing to feel proud of, even if it's handmade, complete. How you learn to use it is the only thing any man's got some right to feel proud of, but only after the women he's fucked prove he's done good for them by giving him a welcome back. Which won't happen until his fuse gets longer than his cock, 'cause it takes time for a woman to come, even the first time. And when a woman comes that first time, she's just getting warmed up. She needs a man with a fuse long enough to give her a chance to come at least another time or two before he fires his piece. Otherwise he's shot his wad and started to wilt when she'd just getting going good, so he leaves her up the creek. You get the picture, boy?"

Abner said, "The gals I've fucked around the holler ain't offered no complaints. Every one of them welcomes me back."

"What's that prove?" Granny demanded. "They just ain't never been fucked by anyone who knows any more about it than you do. That's all. A gal's gotta get herself fucked by an expert before she can learn to spot any but the rankest kind of bums. Gals're human too. They gotta have a chance to learn what they'd oughta be able to expect of a man. Most of the poor things never get a chance to learn, 'cause they never do get fucked by no expert. Just by horse-cocked stupes who fuck like rabbits. I know plenty of grannies who never yet learnt a woman could come, although they birthed six to a dozen younguns and got fucked a hunderd times, or maybe more. They never learnt, so they never expected more, so they never got more, 'cause no human often get more in this life than they expects," she ended somewhat sourly.

I was bored with all the talk. I pulled my cock out of Granny until only the head of it was still caught in the lips of her cunt. I began making the head of it jump, which made it rub up and down through her cunt's inner lips. She forgot Abner, like I'd hoped she would, looking down lovingly at me again as she gasped with pleasure. I kept it up.

Within a minute I had Granny's face tense and showing strain again. She didn't look one bit like someone enjoying exquisite pleasure.

I caught Granny's tits in my hands, brought them to my mouth and sucked both nipples into my mouth again. That brought another anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her in a rasping gasp. But she didn't make a single move to stop what I was doing, although she easily could have, of course; after all, she was in the saddle riding me, the one in position to call the shots. Since then experience has taught me that the vast majority of women tend to get excited by just the freedom that position over their lover gives them, which tends to intensify their capacity for sexual sensations. That enables them to build to explosions the like of which they never experience in any other position in which they're more restricted and enjoy less freedom and control. So I later realized giving Granny that position over me had been another thing I did right by pure chance rather than by actually knowing what I was up to.

Abruptly Granny sent her ass driving downward so my cock was plunged back deep into her reviving cunt. Our bellies slapped together. A trembling groan came up out of her lower gut; I could feel it tensing muscles in her directly above the head of my buried cock.

Granny pulled her ass away from me again instantly, but not more than two inches, then sent my cock driving again into her cunt as deep as she could make it reach; when our bellies slapped together, Granny ground her belly into mine, wriggling her cunt on my cock.

Granny pulled away again and again plunged my cock back into her cunt to its roots. As the head of my cock reached the rear ceiling somewhere deep inside her, I made those belly muscles grab which caused the head of my cock to jump. Granny groaned again and pressed her luscious tits against my greedy mouth harder.

Granny began riding me steadily with a sequence of retreats and thrusts. Lovingly she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt; despite the pained expression twisting her face, it was obvious it felt deliciously exquisite to her. I seemed able to actually feel fresh floods of new excitement rising, wave upon billowing wave, from within her. It seemed strange, but I felt fresh surges of excitement within me responding to hers. My cock and whole lower belly began tingling with a fine trembling of anticipation.

Granny started stroking my cock in and out of her by then sizzling cunt faster and harder, exactly as she'd done before as the passionate frenzy gripped her. I began sucking and licking at her tits harder. A rising and falling moan began coming out of her continuously. Again my cock detected a slow change in the texture of that sensitive lining of her exquisite cunt, a change which I'd already learned foreshadowed an explosion soon to come within her.

This time, knowing exactly how fast she was responding seemed to shoot the exquisite pressure of sexual excitement sky-high within me. The delicious charge of superheated sensations that roared through my cock and lower belly became nearly unendurable. I suddenly felt so close I actually felt afraid I might blow it, might this time shoot my wad before Granny had a chance to start coming again.

I just hung onto Granny's luscious big tits and sucked and prayed I could control my skyrocketing sensations a little longer. I knew for damned certain once Granny came, there was no way, this time, I could hold off coming too. This time I had no choice; we'd make the trip together. Granny's little near-screams of mounting pleasure didn't make my problem of hanging onto what little control I had left one bit easier.

Soon Granny was laboring over me frantically. Her breath ran in and out of her in short, noisy gasps. I had a feeling that every muscle in her was just as rigid with indescribable sexual tension as my cock and belly were.

Then an agonized cry tore itself from Granny's tautly twisted lips. She began riding me harder still, hammering our bellies together in a mindless frenzy. That cry became a long, wavering scream. Then every muscle throughout the entire length of Granny's deliciously clinging glove-like cunt gripping my cock began pulsating furiously.

Fresh excitement shot through me like an electric charge. My control snapped. The flood of sensation rolled over my senses. I felt close to blacking out as deep inside Granny's feverish cunt the head of my cock seemed to explode. I'd jacked off, I'd had wet dreams, but I'd never felt the pumps hidden somewhere in the roots of my cock turn on the power I felt them putting out now as they sent jet after jet of flaming come-juice blasting into the depths of Granny's cunt.

And Granny screamed as that liquid fire roaring out of my cock was sprayed over all her sensitive inner surfaces. She sounded like her cunt actually was being seared. Yet instead of trying to pull away, Granny began riding me harder than ever, hammering my flame-throwing cock in and out of her ravenous cunt harder and faster. She kept screaming the whole time like she was being killed.

Actually, however, I was only vaguely aware of her screams. Only vaguely aware of anything, for that matter, except the delicious pounding of her furiously hammering ass upon my flaming cock. I really felt very close to blacking out, very close to being swept into senseless oblivion. I'd never dreamed mere flesh could actually withstand strain that seemed so excruciatingly intense.

But I did stand it and I didn't black out, even though the exquisite torment seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly, agonizingly, deliciously.

But at last it was over. Granny finally fell upon me again. I had just enough strength left to raise my arms and wrap them around her and hold her close while we lay there struggling for breath together exactly as we'd struggled for passionate ecstasy together.

After a time Granny's breathing had quieted a little and she murmured, "Lordy, how much I do wish somehow I could just keep you all for myself, my precious lover Luke. You'd very likely fuck this old girl to death-" She broke off sharply, correcting herself, "I mean, you make sex so good for a woman I'd likely fuck myself to death, but one thing I'd be certain of is dying happy. The way you make a woman come really takes a lot out of her, and that only makes it feel all the more-"

Just then Abner interrupted, demanding, "Ain't you never gonna give me another fuck, Granny? If you ain't, I'd just as well go for another swim and then get dressed."

Without raising her head from my chest, Granny asked wearily, "Did you watch, like I told you to, Abner? Did you learn anything?"

"I learnt a guy can make out better with a short little cock than I'd ever have believed if I hadn't watched it with my own two eyes," Abner declared grudgingly. "But I still don't understand it. Maybe you're just partial to Lukey over me, Granny."

"You know better, boy," Granny murmured wearily. "But there may finally be hope for you."

"You gonna give me another fuck?" Abner asked hopefully in anticipation.

"No, damn you boy!" Granny snapped, rousing suddenly, lifting her head from my chest to peer around in Abner's direction. She told him, "You're gonna give me a fuck! That's what you're gonna learn to do. To give me a good fuck whether you get a thing out of it yourself or not. You're gonna learn to think about what I'm getting, about what you're giving me, 'stead of about what you're getting."

"I'll try," Abner murmured glumly. "Just let me know whenever you're ready tomorrow or the next day or the day after that."

Granny jumped to her feet, jerking my wilting cock out of her cunt she moved so abruptly as she yelled, "You smart-mouthing me, boy?"

I rolled over on one side and raised a hand to prop my head up. I was in time to catch an expression of bewilderment upon Abner's face as he stared up at Granny in surprise. "What're you talking about?" he finally whined plaintively. "What'd I say that was smart-mouth?"

"Sayin' you doubted I'd be ready until tomorrow or the next day or the day after that!" Granny said sharply. "I'll be ready right after I take a dip to freshen up."

A devilish impulse struck me; I jumped up and grabbed Granny from behind, then yelled at Abner, "Grab her feet, Ab! We'll throw her in!"

I was amazed at the girlish-sounding shriek that came out of Granny; she sounded exactly like some girl about our age. Then she yelled, "You're awful, Luke!" But she was laughing, enjoying every second of it.

Abner had come up off his dead ass eagerly as the idea took him; he grabbed Granny's ankles, but before he could grip them she jerked free, planted her foot on his face and sent him sprawling backward. I started to laugh at that and first thing I knew she'd given a kind of wriggle that took her free of my hands, too. Before I knew what had happened, she was sprinting free for the pool, laughing as she went, her tits swinging and her ass jiggling in a way that created a captivating view for any male lucky enough to see it.

I just stood dead in my tracks staring after her and Abner rolled over on the ground and stared after her too, too busy admiring the scenery Granny created to even gather himself up off the ground. Then Granny dived off the edge of the pool, knifed into the water smoothly and disappeared, breaking the spell.

Abner shot up off the ground and we both raced for the water. I beat him there and went flying out over the water in a long dive that took me far out toward the middle of the deep, quiet backwater. It was crystal-clear water you could swim through with your eyes open. As I glided back up toward the surface, suddenly I saw Granny on the surface just ahead swimming along unhurriedly. I came up under her, grabbed her luscious ripe tits and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth for a loving suck and nibble.

Above me, Granny started thrashing around furiously on the surface. I guess she slapped the water with her open palms, creating pressure in the water that delivered something to me below her that felt like I'd been slapped on both ears at once. I let her tits slide out of my mouth and started away. As I went I ran one finger through the slit of her cunt; it was still slippery with the combination of my come-juice and her own cunt juices blended together. My finger in her cunt started her feet and legs churning the water above my head furiously. I cleared out before I got kicked, heading for the surface a ways off.

When I'd given my head a shake that cleared the water from my eyes, I found Granny only a short piece away. She was watching me with eyes bright with delight and laughing like some teenage girl eager for more fun. She yelled, "You're awful, you know that? Doing the things you do to your poor old defenseless granny!"

I yelled right back, "If my poor, defenseless old granny enjoys having me fuck her, then she's got to be ready to have me play with her too like I'd play with any other girl I'd just fucked."

Laughing wildly, she repeated, "You're really awful!"

"Can I help it if your sweet tits and juicy cunt draw me like a bee-tree draws a bear?" I yelled back. "You're a love-honey baited bear trap, that's what you are."

Abner had surfaced somewhere not far behind me and he yelled, "Yeah, Granny, a love-honey baited bear trap and us'uns is dyin' to get catched again in your bear trap!"

While Abner was having his say, I was closing in on Granny. I gathered her into my arms, pulling her close, her big tits flattened against my bare chest, her belly against mine as I told her, "I'd just love to lap up some of the sweet honey out of that bear trap."

She looked at me in amazement, then whispered, "You know about eatin' pussy, too?"

All I knew was I'd heard gals loved having their cunts licked almost better'n fucking sometimes and the idea to make the offer had just hit me out of the blue. But I put on what I hoped would pass for a wise look and nodded my head.

Granny shook her head, looking up at me wonderingly. She exclaimed, "You're really something else, lover Luke."

"What's so special about a bear eatin' honey or a man eating pussy?" I asked, trying to come off real cool.

Granny said, "I ain't enjoyed having my pussy et since I come back home to these hills. Outside, these days, lots of men has acquired an active taste for pussy eatin' and cunt lickin', but here in the holler I been damned lucky to get me a halfway decent fuck one time every two or three blue moons, much less any fancy dessert like gettin' my cunt licked to boot!"

"Them times has changed for good and all," I declared.

"Yeah, for good and all!" Abner piped up, swimming to join us as we stood there in the water, treading to keep afloat.

Granny glanced around at him, gave him a searching look, then demanded, "You sayin' you'll eat my pussy too?"

Old Abner stopped dead in the water like he'd been smacked square in the face, his mouth dropping open and his eyes going wide with surprise. Finally he kind of croaked, "Eat your pussy?"

Granny said, "Well, don't look so damned queasy! It ain't nothing like taking castor oil or bitters, you know. You enjoy kissin' a gal, you oughta enjoy lickin' her pussy even more. If she ain't a real pig, her pussy's a sight cleaner and its breath sweeter'n her mouth, you know."

Abner stared at her big-eyed another moment, then murmured, "You gotta be kiddin'!"

"Why?" Granny demanded.

"Well-" he began, then bogged down, frowning like he was thinking furiously. Suddenly he brightened, declaring almost triumphantly, "A gal pisses through her cunt an' that's dirty!"

Granny said instantly, "Gals and guys both hock up crud outta their throats that's slimy and makes piss look like table syrup in comparison, and they spit that out through their mouths. Right? So that makes their mouth too dirty to get near, does it?"

Again cousin Abner just hung there in the water staring at Granny in wide-eyed amazement, like a fat old frog on a lily pad after he's just took a spear through his old gut and just sits there staring bug-eyed like he can't believe it. Finally Abner asked, his voice sounding kind of weak, almost scared like, "Some he-men type fellers really do lick gals' cunts, for actual fact, Granny?"

Granny nodded, declaring, "You'd better believe it! All true he-men, the kind who never disappoint a woman, are cunt lickin' pussy eaters in addition to being long-lasting fuckers. They know how to stay with a woman till they get her satisfied complete. If they slip up and shoot a wad so their cock softens up before it's drawn all the fire in their woman's cunt, they just switch from cock to tongue and go right ahead. While their cock takes time out to recharge, their tongue keeps their woman's cunt just as happy as their cock could. They're like them two-gun fellers in the movies; one gun goes empty, they got another gun just as good and fully loaded and one that stays fully loaded even longer than the guns them movie fellers use.

"Fact is, a man's tongue can outlast any cunt there ever was and another great thing 'bout a man's tongue is no tongue ever got a girl pregnant. In the days before the pill, that's why lots of girls felt partial to a man's tongue over his cock; his tongue was safer. The pleasure a man's tongue gives a gal may be completely different and not quite so high-powered nor satisfying as she gets from an educated cock, but it's pleasure she can enjoy without no worry, and before the pill that was mighty important. 'Specially after she'd had a bad scare or two 'bout being pregnant. So an educated tongue has always been every real woman-lovin' he-man's greatest secret weapon."

"That's sure not the way the older fellers tell it," Abner muttered.

"How do they tell it?" Granny asked, giving her belly a little grind against mine as we continued treading water together.

"They claim all cunts smell like overripe fish and no self-respecting men'd get near one of them with anything but his cock," Abner declared. He added, "Or maybe a finger."

Granny chuckled, murmuring, "Fellers who talk like that either show how ignorant they are, or they're advertising what poor taste they got in women. Some gals have teeth that look like they've growed yellow fur coats and breath that'd knock a mule down and make an outhouse smell like a perfume factory by comparison. That don't mean all women's breath smells like that. A gal's breath depends entirely on her individual habits, how clean she keeps her mouth, how good her general health is. Her cunt's breath is exactly the same kind of individual thing and depends on how clean she keeps herself and how good her health is, the identical same way. Any man who don't know that either don't know women, or he always makes mighty poor picks. Probably because them kind is all he's man enough to get, which says a lot about him that he'd not very likely brag about was he smart enough to know. Only that kind of imitation he-man never is that smart."

I said, "Seems to me we're wasting a lot of time talking we could be using to do something better." I started to move, but grabbed Granny's; arm to pull her after me.

Sharply Granny said, "Patience is another thing a real woman-lover learns. He lets his gal set the pace and when she feels like talkin' a spell, he acts interested. Any gal likes to feel a man's just as attracted by her mind and her ideas and the way she talks as he is by her cunt. Even if he ain't, if he's smart about women he'll always pretend he is 'cause he knows nothin' he can do'll make a gal hotter for him quicker and longer. There's a lot more to real fuckin' than just fuckin' and knowing that is what separates the real men from the horse-cocked clods. You hear, Luke?"

I nodded and turned loose of my hold on Granny. A kind of pleased little chuckle came from her, then abruptly she upended, her head going under, her white ass flashing up out of the water briefly as she dove for the bottom, then went swimming for the far side of the pool under water. I glanced toward Abner and found him watching me intently. The instant he saw he had my attention, he asked, "You actual fact gonna eat her pussy for her?"

"Why not?" I asked lightly. "Granny ain't got bad breath!"