Chapter 5
He was in no hurry, for the pleasure of anticipation was always one to relish when one made love to a beautiful desirable girl. He swiftly showered, toweled himself, then put on a pearl-gray satin bathrobe, which felt properly sensual against his naked flesh. Then he moved slowly to the bedroom, and when he entered, he gasped with admiration. Betty McDonald was naked, curled up on her side in the fetal position, her hands cupping her pear-shaped titties, and only the little bed table lamp shining in the darkness of the wide airy room. It was enough to let him see the milky-white pallor of her bare skin set off by the dark blue cover of the double bed. The bedroom faced Fifth Avenue, and a magnificently spacious bay window gave him the illusion of seeing all of New York. Now there were lights and there were varied shadows and configurations of the many buildings which comprised this incredible sprawling city. He hadn't drawn the drapes, nor would he. No one could see, unless they had a high-powered telescope or binoculars, and it didn't matter.
As he approached the bed, Betty McDonald rolled over onto her back and spread her arms in cross, dramatically presenting herself to him. The thick patch of cunt-hair was dark brown, a standing out like a kind of oasis against the white hills and valleys of her naked body. He let his bathrobe drop to the floor and her eyes fixed on the virile thrust of his dark-veined prick. "I want to feel it just that way," she breathed huskily, "and I use pills, just so you'll know, Gregson dear. I want you very much."
"I want you too, Betty. That bed is a perfect setting for you. I wonder what I'll think when I see you primly at your desk tomorrow morning."
"You can think whatever you like, Gregson darling. I just hope you'll want to keep me around after this."
"Don't be a little fool," he chuckled hoarsely as he clambered onto the bed and took her in his arms. She twisted like a cat and rolled onto her side to face him, then flung her right leg over his left hip, arching herself so that he could feel the silky frongs of her cunt rub against the tip of his throbbing prick. Their lips met, and his hands explored the pear goblets of her titties, and his tongue now took initiative as it foraged deeply into her mouth. She closed her eyes and shivered, her hands stroking his cheeks, then his neck and shoulders. He felt his prick ache and throb with a savagery he hadn't believed possible. He was even more aroused than when he fucked Myrna. This slim long-legged beauty was just what he needed before he began his conquest of the haughty heiress.
"Do it quick first, then we can take out time," she whispered.
He marveled at her knowledge of the voluptuary's art. For of course the first fuck always took the edge off, and was fierce and hot and primitive. And then, while the senses were lulled and basking in fulfillment, there was a delicious and methodical and cumulative wooing which once again roused all the ardors until they blazed even more ferociously than at first. It was long and delicious; it drained to satiety all the desires that a man and woman could have of each other. Myrna knew this, of course; but he was amazed that this young blonde should know so much already and should somehow sense his own preferences for pussy.
His left hand moved round to grip one of her jouncy bottom ovals, and she gasped and pressed herself tightly to him, while his right hand fondled one of her bubbies. Without breaking off the kiss and without taking his tongue out of her mouth, he prodded his prick against the soft moistened lips of her cunthole, and felt himself readily accepted. But even at the outset, the wonderful tightness of her sheath entranced him. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to the hilt but as slowly as he dared, wanting to revel in the luxurious enclaspment which her cuntwalls accorded to his invading spear.
He heard her almost guttural gasp as he ground hairs to hairs, hilting her, impaling her to his very balls, and then he felt the fluttering, twitching, spasming, clenching of her vaginal walls against his delving cock. It was one of the most glorious sensations that a man could feel in life, and he closed his eyes and shuddered trying to hold himself back so that he might at least bring her to the verge of orgasm even though he knew he needs must explode within her new, wonderfully tight lovecleft as soon as possible to measure her potential as a lover.
He could feel her bare leg clamping against his hip, and the warm quivering flesh of her excited him. Very slowly he drew back, then dug back to the balls again, and Betty McDonald groaned and sank her teeth lightly into the flesh of his collarbone. "Give it to, oh give it to me hard, oh Gregson, I want you so!" she gasped.
His fingertips dug into the resilient, elastic, warm white flesh of her bottom-cheek, his other hand kneading her tittie, the thumb pad rubbing the flinted bud to learn its tumescence. Once again his tongue dug deep between her lips, and then he drew himself back slowly almost to the very brink of her cunthole, and with a savage thrust ground his hairs to hers, as Betty McDonald moaned and sobbed, rolling over onto her back and drawing him upon her. Then swiftly her long white legs locked over his upper thighs, as she strained him to her cuntbasin. and her arms locked similarly round his shoulders to that his chest squashed down the proud young turrets of her panting titties.
"Oh God-fuck me hard now, don't spare me, fuck me till it hurts," she moaned.
"Yes! You sweet bitch, I will!" he exulted. Then drawing himself back, he thrust again and again and again, and suddenly with a cry felt himself in cataclysmic upheaval. The jet of his spunk burst into the deepest recesses of her womb, and Betty McDonald uttered a shriek and rolled and twisted, shifting her bare legs until they were clamped over his behind, biting him on the shoulder, scratching at him with her fingernails as her own body jerked in tumult of orgasmic response.
And then there was the sweet blackness of oblivion, the sinking down into the void of endless, timeless space and rapture and delight.....