Chapter 1
"Gee, Mary, I'm going to miss you," the pert little blonde-haired girl said to the other blonde-haired girl, who was getting into her parents' car, about to be taken to the hotel where she would join all the other kids who were going to summer camp.
"I'm going to miss you, too, Jo-Ann," the chunkier girl said. "But my parents signed me up for camp, and there's not much I can do about it. I'll see you at the end of August, though."
"Sure thing," the prettier, more slender young girl nodded, and stood there as Mary was driven off in an old, gold Plymouth Valiant.
She was going to miss Mary, but somehow the prospect of just running around the block with the other girl and her older sister, or playing hopscotch, skip-rope, or any of the dozen other games they had played for the past seven years just didn't seem to appeal to Jo-Ann Carlton any longer. She was getting older, now. Her body, which had been straight as a board, was first beginning to develop curves. Granted, they weren't deep curves, and the roundness of her hips was far from accented, just as her breasts were only now starting to push against her white-and-yellow-striped polo shirt. Her dark-blonde hair would shortly be bleached a brilliant gold as the summer progressed, and her skin would turn to a rich tan.
Though no longer a pre-teen, Jo-Ann was still too young to appreciate the fact that she had an astonishingly beautiful face. Her eyebrows naturally arched upward at the outer ends, and her wide blue eyes also had the littlest bit of a slant, though there was no Oriental blood in her. Her nose was short, pert, and only slightly turned up at the tip, and she had a heart-shaped pair of lips that appeared as if aching to be kissed, even though no one had ever done so. At the moment her gold hair was pulled back into a pony tail, the end of which almost touched her waist.
Suddenly there seemed to be more to life than kids' games, and Jo-Ann, standing abandoned on the street corner, wondered just what more there was. She was growing up, and she wondered if grown-ups really ever had any fun. She had often asked her mother about it, but her mother was a hard worker, as was her father. Both left the house at seven in the morning and didn't return until five. It was up to Jo-Ann to get dinner for the family, which usually consisted of either putting a chicken in a pot, or making steak or lamb chops, along with frozen string beans, peas, or carrots. But she had plenty of time before having to make dinner.
Her hand touched the metal key in her white shorts, the key to her front door. She always locked the door when she left the house. Her parents had ingrained in her the necessity to do so.
Now she walked along, scuffing her sandals on the sidewalk, feeling lonely as the July sun began beating down on her. It was going to be a nice day, not too hot, not too humid. There would be no need for air-conditioning.
As she passed the large corner house with the chain link fence, a dog on the other side came rushing up to her, panting and standing on its hind paws. The dog's name was Pretty, and she looked like a half-grown German Shepherd, all black and tan. The truth was, she was a mongrel and would never grow any larger, but she had managed to retain a Shepherd's features.
"Hi, Pretty," Jo-Ann smiled. "Are you lonely, too?"
The dog squealed in reply, and Jo-Ann wondered if Pretty's owner would allow her to come into the yard and play with the dog. He had permitted her to do so in the past.
Jo-Ann liked Pretty's owner. He was an "old" man by her standards, maybe even as old as her father, who was in his mid-thirties. He was tall, slim, with naturally dark skin and black, shiny hair which he combed to the side, letting it curve over his forehead a little to create the impression he had more hair. Over the years he had treated other kids on the block to ice cream, along with Jo-Ann, usually when he was out walking Pretty. He usually bought a small cup of ice cream for the dog, as well, and Pretty had enough German Shepherd in her to sloppily splash much of it on the curb while licking it from the plastic cup.
No matter how mature Jo-Ann felt she was, she still liked playing with the dog. Since there was no one else around, she felt it might be a good idea if she asked the owner's permission to play with Pretty in the yard.
The front door was open, and the screen door was unlocked. Jo-Ann had been here many times before, and like other kids in the neighborhood, didn't bother ringing the doorbell or knocking. She opened the white screen door silently, noting the dog was at the far end of the yard, chewing on a bone at the moment, and she entered the house. She wanted to call out, but she realized, in all the years she had been living here, she had never learned the man's name.
She walked up a half-flight of steps to the kitchen, then heard sounds coming from further upstairs, to her right. Silently, she trod on the carpeted steps, going up to the master bedroom, which seemed to be the second door on the left. The innocent young girl was about to call out when she heard a female voice say, "Who says adults can't have fun?"
It was almost as if the woman in the room was able to read Jo-Ann's mind, and curious, the blonde-haired nymphet moved closer to the bedroom, her feet noiseless on the thick carpeting. The bedroom door was open, and sure enough, there was the man, at the moment wearing a t-shirt and slacks, sitting on a chair in the right corner of the bedroom, and across the room from him, on the other side of the huge king-sized bed, stood a redheaded woman. Jo-Ann had seen the redheaded woman before. She was Susan King, the daughter of Fred King, the restaurateur who lived across the street. Susan still looked like a little girl herself, though she was already in college, and Jo-Ann had always looked at the redhead with awe, wondering if she would ever grow up to be as lovely as the older woman. Susan was a well-developed woman, her white blouse poking way out in front of her, attesting to her well-developed breasts. The shorts she was wearing hugged her rounded hips tightly, and from the way the man was looking at Susan it was obvious he was aware of nothing else.
Jo-Ann had no idea there was any kind of friendship between Susan and the man. She had never seen the two of them together before, though it was obvious Susan wasn't the kind of girl who lacked for male companionship. Still, Jo-Ann had always thought of the man as living alone, save for the dog, living a quite life, having nothing to do with women, especially since he wasn't married.
Jo-Ann knew she was intruding, looking in on something that wasn't her business, but she remained rooted to the spot outside the doorway, only one eye peering in. After all, Susan had said something about adults having fun, and Jo-Ann wanted to discover just what kind of fun adults had.
"You really shouldn't be here," the man was saying, perspiring somewhat as he stared at Susan, who was sipping a drink.
"Now come on, Hank," the redhead smiled, swirling her drink in her glass. "You know damn well you like me and you've wanted to get into my pants for the longest time."
Now why would Hank, the man, want to get into Susan's pants?
Jo-Ann was unable to understand what was in a woman's pants that might fascinate any man. Silently she stood there, watching, determined to learn just how a man and a woman had fun together.
Hank stood, and the drink he was holding spilled on him.
"Shame, shame," Susan teased, and she turned around and went to the folding doors of his closet. Opening them, she took out a thick robe and tossed it to him, saying, "Here, put this on."
Hank caught the robe, pulled off his t-shirt, put the robe one, then turned his back and slipped out of his shorts. He dropped everything on the back of the chair in which he had previously been sitting, then picked up his drink from the walnut-stained armoire and sat again.
Jo-Ann noticed the blouse Susan was wearing was cut very low, even for a summer blouse, exposing the white tops of her breasts. She wondered why the lovely redhead, with hair fluffed out wing-like on either side, was trying to be obvious. Still, it was better to remain silent and watch. There was more to be learned from allowing the couple to proceed without knowing she was there.
Susan wrinkled her upturned nose and took off her rimless glasses, making her look even younger as she giggled. It was plain Hank had an erection under the robe. It was making the lower part of the robe stand up like a tent.
Jo-Ann hadn't missed it, either. But Jo-Ann was an extremely innocent girl, never having been told the facts of life by her parents, and as a result, she had no idea why the bulge was there, between the man's thighs.
"Your glass is empty," Susan told him, walking over to him, momentarily blocking Jo-Ann's view of the man. She sat on the corner of the bed, curling her feet kittenishly under her, handing the remnants of her own drink to Hank. Then she took the glass back and sipped from it, looking at him with her wide blue eyes staring over the rim.
'Christ! She's just a college kid!' Hank thought. 'Maybe she has hot pants, but I'm almost old enough to be her father. I must be seven different kinds of a shmuck to let her come here so early in the morning. I must be a really big jerk to fall for the crap about her being locked out of her house because her parents had gone off to run the restaurant.'
He was still unsure of how she had conned him into making them scotch and soda, and then teasing him into showing her his bachelor bedroom.
"You look tired," Susan was saying.
"That's because I slept poorly last night," he told her.
"You need a rest. What do you do for a living" Susan wanted to know.
"I'm an outside salesman for an aluminum company," he replied. "At the moment I have a month off and I'm trying to just relax around the house."
"How can any man relax without a woman?" Susan asked, standing again.
"If I weren't so tired, you'd be sorry you were teasing me," Hank told her as she somehow maneuvered herself between the back of the chair and the desk in the corner. Her soft, slender fingers began massaging the back of the man's neck, smoothly working with a practiced expertise, enticing him. Her talented hands seemed to be saying it all. Words were unnecessary. The redhead wanted him! Susan already felt the taut masculine urgency tightening the cords of muscle in the man's neck. She understood how hard he was struggling to keep himself under control, but she was equally aware it was a losing battle. Though the man was a bachelor it was well-known he enjoyed female companionship, and Susan had decided a long, long time ago that she wanted to find out just what kind of lover Hank Justin was. She usually worked as a nurse at the local hospital, which was why she was so good with massages, but she only worked four evenings a week, from eleven at night until seven in the morning, and she had not worked the previous night. So she was refreshed and all set to go. Often, while at the hospital, she allowed herself to be coerced into bed with certain patients who were willing to pay for the privilege. But this was one man she wanted to enjoy solely for himself. His reputation with women was well-known in the neighborhood, especially since he made a point of avoiding the wives of other men.
The touch of his solid, muscular, leathery flesh beneath her fingers made Susan tingle and she was excited beyond belief. She ached for the man to leap to his feet and tear off her blouse and shorts and rape her then and there, on his bed. His strong, powerful, bull-like body loomed in her mind like the shadow of an approaching tiger. She knew it was dangerous to continue teasing the man. Whether he was a lover or simply a neighbor, he was no one with whom to fool around. Well Susan sure as hell wasn't fooling around right now.
Hank was clearly aware of the tingling messages telegraphed by her nimble fingers. She worked them around his broad neck, then slowly, gradually began sliding them, little by little, an inch at a time, in wider and wider circular sweeps to his shoulders, down to his collarbones, and then to the almost hairless front of his chest. Her nimble hands moved back and forth, rubbing his masculine nipples, then sliding to his back, pulling his robe down his shoulders on the way. She wrapped her bare arms around his naked chest and pressed her soft lips into the side of his throat, making the man shudder.
Hank was unable to keep himself under control any longer. He had restrained himself all this time, enduring her loving caresses in the hope of being able to maintain self-control, certain if he showed no response, the college-going nurse would stop her ministrations. But now he knew there was no way he was going to be able to restrain himself. Hell! This woman was deliberately all but throwing herself at him, and there was no question but that she was an extremely tantalizing and delightful woman.
Hank didn't like fooling around with neighbors. It was a bad policy to play around with women belonging the man next door or across the street. Still, Susan wasn't anyone's wife, and even if she was a neighbor's daughter she was certainly old enough to know what he was doing, and old enough so that the neighbor didn't have the right to take a poke at him.
Little by little his self-control slipped away as he rationalized that the girl had, after all, gone out of her way to seek him, and to deny her his body would be a cruel thing. Certainly he wouldn't hurt the lovely redhead, and he knew damn well he was capable of satisfying her.
He turned a little in his chair, reached around and grabbed Susan by her waist, and with an effortless twist born of much practice, tugged her into his arms in such a way that she sat on his lap. Her arm automatically reached out and wrapped itself around his neck.
"Have you any idea just what the hell it is you're doing?" the older man asked in a hoarse, choked voice.
Susan didn't waste any time with words. She covered his firm masculine mouth with her soft feminine lips, running the tip of her slender pink tongue between his teeth, darting it in and out with flash of speed, flicking it back and forth again and again until it found his own tongue responding.
The lovely redhead began moaning, making Jo-Ann wonder if the man was hurting her. But the young, innocent blonde realized the red-haired woman was clutching the man too tightly to be feeling pain. Whatever was taking place was happening because Susan wanted it to happen. It was obvious the two of them were enjoying one another immensely, and Jo-Ann felt the first prickling sensations of desire teasing her. For the first time she realized there were indeed things grownups were able to do that were fun. What was more, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to do them as well. Heck! She had feelings, even though she was first aware of them now. Even so, she was certain they would sprout and enlarge, and seeing this new kind of fun the adults were enjoying, she decided there was no reason on earth why she ought not to enjoy it as well. Still, it would be wise of her to watch what was happening and learn more before deciding what she, herself should ultimately do, and with whom.
Susan's moans continued getting louder, sounding almost like the muffled yowls of an alley cat. Her body writhed against that of the older man as she sat up, and then her hand was reaching into the folds of his robe, her fingers eagerly running up and down over the man's anxious body. She stroked and teased him with patience, eager to feel his response, anxious to find out if he liked her touch.
Hank ran his strong hands over the smooth roundness of her short-covered hips, reaching around her, seeking, finally finding the zipper in the fly front, pulling it down. Susan wasn't a tall girl, not by any means. She was small, delicately framed, slender, with burning eyes and a taunting mouth, and she had a voice that sounded like that of a little girl. She wriggled as Hank's hands slid her shorts down, revealing she had no panties on underneath. His fingers gripped the silken white mounds of her buttocks, tightly grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his nostrils flooded with the overpowering delectability of her natural feminine perfume.
His hands slid under her blouse and he realized, without surprise, that she had no brassiere on, either. Her breasts were firm, yet soft, and when he tugged his hand away, he felt her nipple digging against his chest as if demanding more attention. He undid the blouse then slipped it from her slender ivory shoulders expertly, revealing her shapely torso as if she were a ,sculptor's model. Her tantalizing lips and taunting tongue moved ever so lightly across his face and neck, making him feel as if burning cinders were touching him all over. His mouth found each of her ears in turn, his tongue delving into and examining the sensitive openings with an erotic expertise few men possessed. The two of them began to pet as their faces nuzzled one another, rubbing very lightly as tongues continued licking - moving with an increasing tempo. Everything was softly punctuated by Susan's insistently demanding cries of pleasure.
He suddenly stood from the chair and in a single motion lifted her with him, holding her deftly in the cradle of his strong arms. He carried her tender, pliant body over to the huge bed, which had not yet been made, and he placed her on the rumpled sheets. All the while Susan continued moaning eagerly, her blouse now on the floor along with her shorts.
Jo-Ann stared, wondering just why seeing this was affecting her so strongly. She had seen her own body naked often enough, and she'd felt nothing when looking at it in the mirror. Why should looking at another woman's naked body have this effect on her. In school, in gym, she had seen other girls naked, and it hadn't affected her. Why should this bother her?
Hank was sitting on the edge of the bed and he pulled Susan into his lap. She lay across him, her own breath now coming in very quick, feverish gasps as she continued kissing him, letting her flicking tongue attack him again and again. Her wing-shaped red hair blocked Jo-Ann from seeing her facial expressions as Hank continued kissing her.
His hand reached down and touched the red-gold triangle between Susan's slender white thighs. Jo-Ann silently gasped, not knowing why the sight of a man touching a woman in that secret spot should affect her so. She was astonished a moment later when Susan's hand tugged aside the robe Hank was, wearing, revealing the gigantic spear of masculine meat standing up with the mottled purple head. Jo-Ann had never seen anything like it and she wondered just why men had something like that between their thighs while women didn't. Golly! She sure had a lot to learn about the differences between men and women.
Susan was anxious to feel Hank's hard, masculine arms encircle her, just as she ached to feel his ramrod of hard muscle thrusting its way between her thighs. She was anxious to feel the heatedly pulsating jets of sperm squirting into the tender tunnel that was her feminine center.
She cupped his throbbing organ in her hand, letting her tantalizing fingers run up and down the smooth expanse of huge cock, admiring its magnificent spearhead of rubbery skin - skin that was totally different from other skin on either his or her body.
Jo-Ann was awed by the sight of the redhead deftly fondling the long, thick masculine appendage. The wide-eyed blonde realized the lovely red head was very familiar with such an organ and obviously enjoyed her familiarity, and so she was determined that she ought to be familiar with it, as well.
Susan, as always, was entranced by a hard, masculine cock. In this case it was a long, very long, very thick length of javelin, one capable of giving tremendous pleasure. He had no foreskin as did some of the other cocks with which she had played, and the huge, delta-shaped head reared itself proud and free at the striking edge of the hot, meaty shaft. She liked that - so clean and so definitely ready. Too, without a foreskin it meant he had less sensitivity, and as a result he would take longer in coming. That meant she had a good chance in achieving satisfaction, herself. Though she was pretty good when it come to climaxes, there were occasions when the men came too quickly. Her hand continued stroking and caressing the swollen organ as if she were caressing her first fur coat.
Hank's hands were continually busy, as well. They continued exploring the tenderly soft flesh of her inner thighs, running over the slender line where her soft cuntlips came together, finally pushing them gently apart until his forefinger slid between the moist, smooth walls of her womanly passage, seeking the hard, round, pink pearl that was her clitoris.
"Uuuuuu uuuuhh hhh! Hank! aahhh hhhhh! Oh, you have no idea how good that feels," Susan gasped.
Now Jo-Ann was more curious than ever. How good did it feel?
Susan spread her slender alabaster thighs and allowed the man's expert fingers to explore the potential of this sensitive center of her entire being. His thumb and forefinger compressed very tightly around the coral pearl, holding it firmly, yet gently, and he slowly manipulated and massaged and rubbed it with the sweetly maddening pleasure he was capable of generating.
His touching went on and on, and the lovely redhead began leaking more and more fluid, eager for the expert plunge of his penis. Jo-Ann stared, wondering if the woman was urinating, so much fluid was coming from her vagina. No, no, it wasn't that. The fluid was clear, almost frothy, and it was sticky. Jo-Ann had no idea there was any other kind of fluid inside her.
Susan gasped as Hank surprised her by arching his own body upward, drawing in his legs and crossing them over each other so that his heels rested firmly on his thighs and he was in the lotus position. Susan stared at the odd posture he had assumed and wondered how he was able to do it without breaking any bones. It was obvious the muscular man's body was very limber and seemed capable of much more than she had initially believed. He looked totally relaxed, ready and waiting for her.
She moved to her knees while facing him. The tan-fleshed man smiled widely and slowly began drawing her closer, holding her by her slender waist. She followed anxiously, more than a little curious, thinking of him as some kind of sitting Brahmin, cross-legged as he was with his long rod standing from his lotus center like the solid limb of a tree.
He lifted her up and tugged her lovely body firmly against his own, burying his face between her pink tipped, alabaster breasts. At the same time Susan wrapped her legs tightly around his back under his arms. He lowered her very gently, slowly, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped vagina on the head of his throbbing organ, then slowly eased her down until her moistly humid container totally covered the erect stanchion that was his throbbing cock.
Jo-Ann was startled to see the immense length and breadth fit itself so easily and comfortably into the narrow opening between the red-haired woman's thighs. Golly! So this was what adults did for fun! It sure looked enjoyable from the mask of ecstasy written across Susan's face. The latter had turned her head a little, giving Jo-Ann a view of her countenance, making the naive blonde aware of her shuddering feelings.
Susan's lips had curled back in a snarl of lust, the fingernails of her two hands digging into the firm flesh on the man's strong shoulders as the head of his hard length slid deeper and deeper into the tender cupola of her feminine sanctuary. He penetrated deeper and deeper into her, the sweet, wetted down length of solid meat driving upward, probing that much further into her, making her tighten the lock of her thighs around his body. She squeezed with the strength of a woman gone insane.
"Like it?" Hank asked.
"It's uhhhhh different," Susan gasped. "Oh, wow!"
"That's what makes it that much more enjoyable. Always do things different,"
She was trapped, locked into a pillar of pleasure, held in an unbreakable, delightful copulative union. The man's hard, thick penis dug into her like an upside-down root, impaling her to the deepest part of her anxious cunt.
One thing Susan truly enjoyed was the face-to-face intimacy the two of them were able to share because of the position. This also left their hands free to explore one another's body to their personal satisfaction. The lotus seat he had formed for her held her comfortably and she felt very secure as his hands ran delightedly over the fullness of her swollen, upright breasts, teasing her flat belly. All the while she continued rubbing his back and sides with her thighs. His hard hands continued waging a subtle campaign over her shuddering body, probing the skin with his nails, touching each of her ribs as well of her spine, cupping her pendant breasts, so plentiful in his hands, gently and continually tweaking her rosebud nipples making them bloom and flower with ever-greater passion. She shuddered because of his fingerings.
Then his hands moved behind her, traveling to ultra-sensitive spots just below her quivering shoulder blades. He pressed in lightly with the tips of his fingers, sending signals of delighted pleasure racing madly through her trembling nervous system. Then his hands rose to her neck, stroking her pulsing jugular until her lovely head fell back, her eyes unseeing as they rolled up in her head because her body was so totally invaded with lust.
Hank kissed the pulsing arteries in her throat, nibbling at the soft flesh at the same time, using his tongue as well as his teeth so she was expertly bitten and kissed, and yet there was not a mark on her. He looked like a predator pantomiming a carnal feast, and Jo-Ann stared, more wide-eyed than ever, perspiration breaking out all over her as she wondered just how it felt. It was obvious the red-haired woman was enjoying it all, struggling from side to side, aching to move up and down.
Yes, Susan felt her body screaming to move, sizzling in its need to start churning, desiring the frenzied grinding of her vagina against the throbbing staff of his cock that would trigger the long-delayed orgasm.
"Please, Hank," she gasped. "Oh, please, please, please, you know what I want. You know it! I need it desperately! Give it to me, now!"
"No," the man insisted. "Don't move just yet. I want you to think about what it is you're doing." he insisted. "I want you to close your eyes tightly and see into the center of yourself - into you hot little cunt. I want you to see and feel the full length and breadth of my hard cock pressing into you, and I want you to see your vaginal walls squeezing themselves around my cock. See that, and nothing else!"
Jo-Ann had no idea what the man was talking about. The words he was using weren't unfamiliar to her. When one went to her school one learned them, but mostly as curse words. She had not idea what he was suggesting to the redheaded woman, yet it was obvious Susan knew what it was he was talking about. She was concentrating, closing her eyes, visualizing how the great solidity of the tumescent organ probed her feminine depths to the utmost. She waited, spiked there, completely unmoving for the moment, her cuntwalls opening and closing, promising delights to him in exchange for the pleasures he was offering her. She felt the throb of his cock as if demanding she exert every effort to discipline herself and be worthy of the thrill he was offering her.
Little by little Susan's willpower began gaining control and her vaginal walls didn't merely open and close around the probing length of penis. Rather they squeezed tightly, sucking it, caressing it, loving it with all the conscious attentions she had given it when she had used her hands. She was no longer a woman with a vaginal center, but rather she had become the vaginal center, a deep, hot, tight cunt that dripped great quantities of oil lubrication.
She found the spasms slowly but surely becoming more and more automatic as her body continued squirming against the root of his penile length, her vaginal lips sucking with a life of their own, pressing, rubbing, coaxing, trying to urge the white sperm to come forth into her, her inner walls now working like the hands of a milkmaid on a cow's udder.
The pressure became too much for her and Susan began squirming, writhing up and down on the throbbing organ. Hank's hands reached out and pressed on, her shoulders as he said, "Don't! Let your sweet cunt do it all, honey. In the end, you'll find the sensations that much greater for your efforts."
She found herself ecstatically and exquisitely tortured beyond endurance by the discipline he was demanding of her. Nevertheless she was also aware of the climax slowly but surely starting to build in the. center of her shuddering body. She was on an ascending scale of anxiously frenzied, undulating tissues as they continued flexing against the mighty pole of his penis.
"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuuunnnnnggggghhhh! Please! Please! Hank! I have to have it! I'm dying for it! I want it! Don't make me wait any longer! Give it to me!"
"You do have it, honey!" he insisted. "You have it all. Don't force it, though. Be patient. Don't think about it. Let it simply happen, honey."
His calm, reassuring, almost detached voice eased. the urgency mounting inside her, chastising her for her childish demand for immediate gratification. Yes, she was greedy, all right. But then, what woman wouldn't be with something this good inside her?
She relaxed, resting on the length of the throbbing penis, feeling it probe that much more deeply into her than before. The great length of the quivering phallus was like a musical instrument begging to be played. It was a stiff, hard, unyielding foil to her insatiable demand. The two sat locked in the marvelous embrace. of complete physical love, and to an observer they might have seem cold and unmoving, except that the one observer there had seen the passion building earlier and knew better. She saw the grimaces of unfulfilled pleasure on both their faces, causing them to tighten in a mask of lust.
Hank was well aware of the frenzied pulsating of her vagina around the probing length of his shuddering penis. Long hours of practice with countless women kept his own ejaculatory reflex under complete control, and he smiled to himself, knowing the torturous agony and quivering pleasure the redheaded woman was experiencing. He was well aware she had never done anything like this before, though by now he was certain she was quite practiced in all other aspects of sex. Had she been a novice he would never have experimented with her this way. Only the fact that she was so used to plain-old-fashioned fucking had made him decide on this course of action. What he was doing prolonged penetration, but it also prolonged ejaculation, and total pleasure for both of them.
By now, Susan knew her orgasm was fast approaching. It was just the littlest bit away. She ached for the man to give the smallest thrust which, she was certain, would trigger that climax, and gasped, "Fu-u-u-u-u-ccccck meeeeeeeeee!" in a plaintively eager, frustrated tone of voice.
"Shortly now, Susan, very shortly," he whispered to her, and yet he remained as stolid and unmoving as a rock.
Susan was quickly becoming angry to the point of total fury because of the anguished suspense she was undergoing. Did this man hate her? She had come to give him pleasure, and he was rewarding her with agony. Did he think she was some kind of infant? Heck! She needed a good fucking ... now!
Abruptly she realized the agitated squirming of her silken center had suddenly settled into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic contraction, timed, it seemed to the beating of her heart. She felt the sudden brush of a slight orgasm, only a hint at first, and then another, and another. The beat continued on inside her, her muscles constantly contracting around the upthrust penile probe throbbing with a steady, hard, pulsating thrill.
"GGGGHHH HAAAAA NNNNGG GGHHHH... UUU UUNNNN HHH ... HHH HHAAAA UUUUUN NNNGGG HHHH ... WWW WAAAAUUU UUNNNN GGGGGH HHH ... GGG GGGHH AAAAAR RRRGGG GGGHHH HH!"
She fell forward, collapsing like an emptied balloon, hysterically clinging to the neck of the man in whose lap she sat, feeling much like a piece of driftwood being carried out on a tide - a tide which seized her in its grip with a mountainous rush of orgasmic delight. The climax squeezed her body to its limits, rocketing her past every plateau of thrilling sexual pleasure she had every previously known or experienced, and still there seemed no end to how far she was traveling.
"COMMMM MMIIII IINNNN NNGGGG GG ... HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHH ... CAN'T STOPPPP ... OOOOH HHHHHW WWWAAA AAAUUU UUUGGG GGHHHH ... COM MMMMM III-NNN NNNGGG GG ... MORRRRE MORRRRRRE ... GGG GGHHHH HHUUUU UUUNNNN GGGGGG HHH ... HHHAAA AANNNHHHH!"
She writhed and squirmed and moved wildly about, a squealing, shrieking, frenzied woman in the depths of total delight, writhing and twisting on what seemed to be a still quiescent length of solid hose, forcing out every last little ounce of delighted pleasure her body was able to wring from within, her legs wildly pumping against the sides of his body. Her spine rippled up and down as her buttocks now pounded wildly on the full length of his upthrust cock.
Susan felt ready to pass out, totally lost in a sea of thrilling orgasmic waves which buffeted her until her muscles began quivering with uncontrolled exhaustion. The roaring tide of thrilling pleasure which had all but swept away her consciousness now slowly subsided by degrees until her vision cleared and she stared into the wide-open eyes of the man who had fucked her without literally moving a muscle.
"How was it?" she asked. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Tell me! I have to know! For me it was terrific! Was it just as good for you?"
Jo-Ann stared, unable to believe what she had witnessed. The redheaded woman had gone out of her mind with ecstasy, and suddenly the petite little blonde girl knew this was a feeling she had to experience. What was more, she knew any other man might louse it all up. Though she knew absolutely nothing about sex per se, she did know the man in the bedroom was an expert at it. There were probably many other men equally expert, but she was certain there were no boys this good. As a result, she knew it would have to be with a man. This was the only man she knew, and so she was determined Hank Justin would be the man.
Jo-Ann was about to leave when she heard Hank say to Susan, "We've only just begun, honey."
"Are you saying you haven't come yet?" Susan asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"That's what I'm saying," he nodded.
That was when Susan was suddenly aware the rippling, pulsating sensations charging through the center of her body had not yet died away. Her vaginal walls had once more returned to their previous rhythmic, steady pounding which had heralded the start of her initial orgasm. Her cunt now continued throbbing around the impaling shaft of the man's upthrust prick, squeezing with the steady pressure of a ticking watch, then slowly beginning to build all over again.
"This time allow your mind to go completely blank," Hank told Susan. "I don't want you to think of a single thing. Don't ask for anything, don't make any demands, don't instruct your body as to your needs. Just allow your body to have its own way."
At first Susan didn't know how to make her mind go blank. She permitted her brain to wander through clouds of abstract thought, as if she had fallen into some kind of trance. Her body began wildly undulating, moving slowly to the pulsating pace set by her throbbing vagina, and the squeezing muscles rippled beneath the thin sheathing of her female wall of inner fat, fat that caused her, as a woman, to have curves that differentiated her from men. She found herself beginning to live as if her vagina were now the control center of her entire body, and she discovered that rather than looking at the world from some point inside her head just beyond her eyes as she had done all her life, she now existed in the very depths of herself, along her spinal chord, feeling it control the march of rippling, writhing, undulating movements charging continuously through her quivering body. Her hands began to once again journey over Hank's body, touching, here, feeling there, but bypassing her brain entirely so she felt directly through her arms, hands, and fingertips to touch the soft textures of flesh as well as the hard contours of muscle. She felt as if her entire body was now a hand fondling a gigantic penis.
Another hint of climactic sensation began brushing through Susan's interior. The shocking pleasure began spreading in a rolling wave from the central point of her inner vagina like rippling circles, ever-widening in a pond, moving to the extremes of her hands, feet and head. The wave within her broke, then rolled back again. Her brain seemed no longer attached to her body, an unused, unnecessary part of her as she found herself alive in the depths of the womb of total delight as this new orgasm went on and on and on. This time she endured it silently.
Jo-Ann watched, amazed any human being was capable of feeling so much pleasure. Even more amazing was the fact that any one other human being was capable of offering so much pleasure. This was what grownups did for fun, and it sure looked like one heck of a lot more fun than anything she had ever done with Mary or any of her other friends. She definitely had to find out about all this first-hand.
Susan was certain she was dead at this point. She was certain her inner self had stepped out of her body shell, and now she was coldly watching herself and Hank, locked in the lotus embrace and sitting on a misty cloud of total pleasure. Yes, her body had definitely taken on a separate existence, feeling as if the man's throbbing penis had swelled and enlarged inside her until it had pushed her insides out of her. The hard cock had become a living thing unto itself at this moment, rippling its muscles with the sinuous gliding motion of a cobra sliding through leaves, moving up into Susan's belly while her orgasm paced each wonderful wave of satisfaction.
Susan actually felt the first bead of seminal fluid as it bubbled from the tip of the powerful man's thick penis, splashing against the rear of her vagina before dripping down the back wall. Then a powerfully throbbing wave pushed its way up the heavy, fleshy shaft of masculine power and erupted from the tip of that huge, wonderful, spade-shaped head, spewing through her vaginal trough in a stream of constant whiteness. The cock paused for less than a brief moment, then began another pushing explosion, followed by yet another overpowering wave, and then another and another. The fornicating couple undulated from head to toe in constant rhythm with their orgasmic attainment, and Susan was suddenly aware of how each of her heartbeats, each constriction of muscle, had given over its will to their mutual pleasure so that each cell in her body felt as if it were being fucked by each cell in his body. They danced horizontally in a mutually undulating mazurka of coition and ejaculation.
Susan felt as if it would never stop - never! She was breaking through some kind of ethereal barrier, like a fish breaking the surface of a pond for the first time, and then falling back again, as if into the eternity of constant orgasm.
The lovely redhead surrendered herself to the blackness, shutting out the vision of her brain looking at the two of them.
AAAAAN NNNAAA AANNNN GGGGGGH HHH ... ON FIRE ... HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG GGHHHH!" she gasped as the pair of them whipped their bodies into a maddening frenzy like two runaway dynamos - juggernauts pounding madly against one another with such overpowering force their parts had begun melting into one another.
Just as Susan reached the borderline, that separation beyond which she would be catapulted into a eternal nirvana or madness, the thrilling wave inside her began to slowly subside and her vision cleared. Her feminine muscles felt weak and she sagged with exhaustion as she all but collapsed into a catatonic relaxation - as if every bone in her shuddering body had been withdrawn through her pores after having been melted down, leaving only flesh and tissue. Slowly she sank into the torpor of sleep.
Jo-Ann knew it was time for her to leave. She quietly backed out and moved down the stairs, then down the second half-flight. Looking out the screen door, she saw Pretty was nowhere in sight, so she quietly opened the door, stepped outside, and shut it again. At that instant the dog came bounding up to her and stood on its hind paws throwing its forepaws against her. She let out an involuntary "Oh!"
"Who's there?" Hank Justin called down from upstairs.
"It's me, Jo-Ann," she shouted through the screen door from outside. Is it all right if I play with Pretty?"
"Just keep her in the yard," Hank called down. "When you leave, make sure she doesn't get out as you open the gate."
"I'll be careful," Jo-Ann promised.
For the next half hour she played with the dog, but her mind wasn't on it, just as her heart wasn't in it. All she thought about was what had taken place upstairs, and her determination to know some of that "grownup fun" was becoming stronger by the minute.