Chapter 14
Madge was panting loudly as she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt with almost furious intensity. My cock felt the texture of the lining of her cunt changing, signaling the approaching explosion within her that her strangled words had announced. She was very near her second orgasm. I hoped I could make it more intense than her first and that I could keep her going, could introduce her to continuous orgasms.
Suddenly she was rubbing her belly tightly against mine, giving her clitoris added stimulation, sliding back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements. Deep inside her the head of my cock was making short, gentle movements too, caressing, stimulating her mysterious inner parts. The sensations being created in her were obviously mountainous. Her panting gasps began sounding more like sobs. I felt fresh flows of her hot love honey bathing the entire length of my tingling cock.
Abruptly Madge pulled her belly away from mine, drawing my cock outward until I felt the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of my cock force the inner lips of her cunt to open more widely as it started out. She drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt with a furious thrust that brought our bellies slapping together. It sent waves of sensation roaring through me that were terrific!
Madge began swinging her ass back and forth over me, making my cock stroke in and out of her cunt's hotly clinging grip faster and harder. Our bellies began making an audible slap every time she slammed them together. That sound, mingled with the goodness of the sound of my cock as she kept it pistoning in and out of her cunt seemed to heighten the deliciousness of the growing sensations I was enjoying. This preacher's wife might have been short on experience, considering her years, but she and I were discovering that she had a natural talent for great fucking.
Time and time and time again she drew her ass back so far my cock would have dropped free of her sizzling cunt if she'd gone a fraction farther. Each time she reversed direction at the last instant, sending the hardness of my cock plunging back into the depths of her cunt with a rising fury. The grip of her cunt on my cock felt fantastic!
My mouth was crammed full of her tits, of course, as I continued gobbling at them ravenously. Otherwise the yells that kept trying to get out of me would have made it and probably would have been heard clear up at her husband's church camp. Just trying to hold them back a little seemed to intensify my sensations. Indescribable!
Over me, Madge was panting and moaning and whimpering as she hammered my cock in and out of her ravenous cunt furiously. I began bowing my back up off the grass, shoving my ass upward in a frantic attempt to ram my cock deeper into her delicious cunt than it had ever reached before. Even though I'd just come not long before, I suddenly realized I was going to have to begin holding back or I'd be joining her again in the exquisite explosion she was struggling toward. But that would blow my plans for introducing her to multiple orgasm.
What a temptation it was right then to just forget those plans. The intensifying promise of another eruption started creating delicious pain throughout my cock and started spreading into my whole lower belly. It was hard not to go right on letting myself respond to the excitement of Madge's frenzied struggle on my cock. It was so delightfully obvious how completely she was caught up in the exquisite storm of sensation my pistoning cock was steadily building to an ever wilder pitch in her cunt.
Madge was riding me now like she was determined to drive my ass through the carpet of grass and straight into the ground. Without letting up on her tits, I glanced down along our bellies and found the cunt hair on both our lower bellies looking like it had been lathered with shaving cream. My furiously active cock had made whipped cream of her cunt juices!
Suddenly I felt an electric-like flash zap through her cunt. She screamed. Screamed so loud I'd have given odds it carried to ears up at that church camp she came from. That idea didn't exactly thrill me. But it did help pull my attention away from the riptides of sensation that were trying to overwhelm my senses and sweep me away with Madge into orgasmic orbit.
I felt her cunt muscles gripping my cock shudder and then begin to pump furiously, milking relentlessly, almost frantically, at the hardness of my cock as she kept hammering it in and out of her, screaming with each new thrust. Every time the head of my cock hit the roof of her cunt, I made it give a jerk to intensify the sensations it was giving her. The way she kept on screaming and riding me while her cunt muscles pumped away, gripping furiously at my cock, I figured I'd succeeded. Her second orgasm seemed to last twice as long as the first one had, as if the first had been only a warm-up.
It finally started to slowly taper off, however. But not before Madge's strangled scream had begun sounding hoarse. I realized that an orgasm that apparently had been so intense and beyond all possible doubt had lasted so long very likely had wiped out any possibility of introducing her to multiple orgasm this time. So I eased off on teasing her tits.
Her cunt kept milking away at my stiff cock as if determined to draw the starch out of it before quitting. It felt great, but I'd gotten on top of the whirlwind of sensation that would have erupted in another massive ejaculation, so her cunt didn't stand a ghost of a chance to succeed.
Madge's legs and arms began to tremble, so I was expecting it when she uttered one last anguished moan and collapsed on top of me. She lay there making noises like a wind-broken horse as she struggled for breath.
But her breathing began to ease a little after a while. So I rolled her off. When she was stretched on her side, I pulled away from her. My stiff cock came sliding out of her saturated cunt with a wet slurping sound. Her whole cunt was so slippery with her love juices that I knew it would be impossible to find enough friction in that cunt to make me come if I mounted her belly to belly.
"Are you back from your space shot?" I asked quietly.
She just lay there on her side as limp as a wet rag, only her head moving in a slight nod.
"Would you mind if I show you a position that gives a man a special good sensation?" I suggested.
That time her head gave a brief shake. So I moved around behind her, stretched out there, my front to her back, and eased my cock into her cunt from the rear. That rubbed the sensitive underside of its head over a kind of washboard surface in the gristle and tissue covering the inside of the pelvic bone just inside her cunt. It creates a unique sensation I've never gotten going into a woman's cunt from any other angle or position.
As the head of my cock slid into her across that strangely corrugated surface, sensation flooded through it and overflowed throughout my whole lower belly. I gave her about half a dozen fast strokes, then my cock exploded like a Roman candle. The sensation was so overwhelming I nearly passed out. I yelled, probably sounding like I was being killed, but was aware of it only in a vague, detached kind of way. The holding back and waiting while I made certain Madge got her sexual appetite thoroughly fucked out paid off now in riptides of sensation that very nearly blew my mind.
When it was all over, I discovered I'd been clutching her hips so fiercely with both hands that I'd left prints of all my fingers etched in her naked flesh. Considering how uneducated Madge's cunt was before she got tangled up with me that day in the woods, that seemed like the greatest piece of ass I'd ever enjoyed. Of course, experience has proven to me many times that there just isn't such a thing as a poor piece of ass when a man has done his part right and gotten the woman thoroughly sensitized and excited. Once you've done that, every woman delivers a great piece of ass. The only difference between one great piece of ass and another great piece of ass is that some great pieces of ass are exceptionally great. In other words, a few great pieces of ass turn out to be even better than most other great pieces of ass. And that second piece of ass I enjoyed with Madge was just one of those exceptionally great ones.
For a month after that I met her there at the secluded pool on our summer place at least once every day or night. Before the month ended, she reported that she'd started succeeding in teaching her preacher husband how to unbend a little and make sex an experience of mutual pleasure.
Then, one weekend when my folks came up to join me at the summer place, Dad broke it to me that he wasn't going to spring for my college expenses that fall unless I hustled myself a job that summer and saved some money to pay part of my own expenses. I liked the idea of finding some kind of job in the country, like on a farm. Dad told me in no uncertain terms that I stood a snowball's chance in hell of getting any such job because I was so totally lacking in any kind of experience whatever that would be of any value on a farm.
Bright and early Monday morning, I was driving the back roads through the farm country, hitting every farm I passed. I guess a city person stands out like a sore thumb in the country exactly like a country hick does in the city, because some of those farmers started telling me they didn't need any help before I even got started asking.
By midmorning I was about ready to go home and admit to Dad how right he was. I hated the thought of having to do it, but I hated even more the contempt I'd been seeing in those farmers' eyes. Especially after one of them, more talkative than most, told me in no uncertain terms, "Your father, or someone, would have to offer to pay me, before I'd consider having a greenhorn like you underfoot and having to invest all the time it'd take teaching you enough so you'd be worth just your board and room."
I was about ready to give it up when I came to a lane leading back to a layout of big, impressive-looking buildings, including a handsome, big two-story house. Every building looked freshly painted and in mint condition. All the fences were tightly stretched wire or freshly painted wood. The only thing that didn't look freshly painted was a sign tacked to a big shade tree at the mouth of the lane. It said: "Man Wanted." It wasn't weathered too bad, but it obviously had been there a while.
I almost dropped my stick into gear and dug on out of there. I could just see the ramrod-straight back and hard-jawed old bastard who kept that place looking as shipshape as some kind of military base. Probably some hard-nosed old German. He probably didn't want a man at all; what he wanted was a two-legged work horse. And as long as the sign had stayed up, it seemed obvious that even experienced farmhands had been unable to please him.
Then the thought flashed through that if I was going to give this hunt up anyhow, the more impossible my last job prospect proved to be, the easier my decision to give up on it would be to live with. I'm not certain now that I had it all clearly thought out that way at the time, but I've realized since that was the gist of my thinking.
I wheeled into the lane and a couple of minutes later parked where it was obvious most visitors parked in an area between the back porch of the house and the big cow barn. I wasn't out of my car yet when the door of that back porch opened and an older woman walked out, looking like a million dollars in a stylish sunsuit you'd expect a young city chick to wear. Her whole body looked trim and youthful; only her silvery hair and her tanned face showed any sign of age. At that, I figured her for late thirties or perhaps at the very most early forties.
On the spur of the moment, I decided if I was going to get shot down, I'd just as well do it wild, so I called, "Hi, there, beautiful!
Where's-"
She cut me off, calling with a merry smile, "Hi yourself, handsome!"
I liked her instantly. It was just something about her, something she sort of radiated. As I walked to meet her, I called, "Would you be a doll and point me in the direction of the 'Man Wanted' department? Maybe even put in a good word for me?"
"What'll you give me if I use my influence for you?" she asked, smiling up at me as we stopped a couple of paces apart.
"You name it," I invited instantly. "If I can deliver ... it's yours."
She raised an eyebrow quizzically, then murmured, "Anything?"
I nodded, then declared, "I'm desperate for a job in the country for the rest of the summer ... and you're the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on anywhere in the open spaces I've seen ... so, anything ... That is-"
She interrupted, "Don't ruin your pretty speech by turning right around and starting to back down."
"Anything I can deliver," I said with a grin. "If that's backing down, that's as far as I back."
"Fair enough!" she exclaimed approvingly. "What's your name?"
"Vince Peters."
"I'm glad to know you, Vince," she told me. "I'm Lucy Taft."
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Taft," I said quietly, putting genuine feeling into it.
She seemed to like the way I made it sound. She studied me for a moment, then asked, "Why's a job in the country so important to you?"
"Because my father said I couldn't get one," I said with a rueful chuckle. "And he also said if I didn't get a job and save some money during the rest of this summer, he'd decided he wasn't going to pop for my college expenses this fall."
"You look like you'd ought to be going to college on a football scholarship, or something like that," Mrs. Taft suggested, eyeing me with a speculative smile.