Chapter 2

As the groan came out of Big Sandra, her head tipped back on her shoulders like a hand had fastened in her hair from behind and jerked her head back. She acted like her knees were about to give away. But in no way was she asking me to stop what I was doing to her. Instead she thrust her pelvis forward, grinding her cunt against my hand, clearly asking as unmistakably as if she'd put it into so many words for me to at least dip a finger into her cunt.

I crooked two fingers, sending them stroking into the steaming, slippery crack between the outer lips of her drooling cunt. That really brought a strangled, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her. She drove her cunt at my hand again, trying to send my exploring fingers deeper into her. Another sharp, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her explosively. Then I was startled to feel the muscles of her cunt begin milking furiously at my penetrating fingers as she began to come. That's all it had taken. I couldn't believe it for an instant.

Big Sandra threw her arms around me, hugging herself to me, her luscious big tits plastered tightly against my chest, her cunt grinding against my hand as it pulsated with her furious orgasm. At the same time her mouth found mine and she laid her hot lips on mine like frantically, her tongue thrusting through my lips into my mouth to twine affectionately with my tongue. Then her tongue went flashing here and there, exploring the whole interior of my mouth lovingly. All the while muffled moans were coming out of her from the ecstasy and agony of her orgasm.

By the time she broke that passionate kiss, I was panting and gasping for breath as noisily as she was. I think if just a hot breath had blown across my tingling cock right then, I'd have come. Fortunately no hot breath blew across the throbbing head of my cock.

I felt the storm of pulsations in her cunt subsiding. I pulled my fingers out of her before they touched something that would trigger her again. I brought my hand upward, beginning to spread lather over her lower belly as I pulled free of her encircling arms and stepped back. She released me reluctantly and I reminded, "I'm supposed to be in here helping you bathe. Remember?"

"You're not that naive, Vince, lover," Big Sandra reproached knowingly. "You've already shown me you know enough about women to see straight through that ploy of mine. That was merely the handiest excuse I could think of on the spur of the moment to get us both out of our clothes ... as you well know. You also know damned well what I really want, don't you?"

I chuckled, "I know anything you wait for a little tastes all the sweeter because you waited."

"Oh, damn you!" Big Sandra gasped petulantly, "I've had to wait too long already! That's one of the problems of being either a young widow or divorced. You've had enough sex to develop a healthy appetite for it regularly and then all of a sudden it isn't available regularly ... unless you let yourself turn into a slut, which I refuse to do. In the first place, the sex you get with the kind of men who prey on widows and divorcees and turn them into sluts is damned poor quality, low satisfaction sex. There's just no way it can ever be worth that kind of price. Not to me. So I've been going a long, long time between the sex feasts I've had a chance to enjoy. That's the only excuse I've got for coming on like a dirty, lecherous old woman, like I have with you." She sounded breathless.

My hands had been spreading lather higher and still higher while she talked, until they began brushing those luscious breasts, which didn't seem to help her breathlessness. Both nipples stood at rigid attention, like two tiny penises, each trying to attract the attention of my caressing fingertips.

I felt certain Big Sandra had started holding her breath, just waiting for the touch of my fingers on or at least near those nipples. But I couldn't have her anticipating me, now could I? I took my hands to her armpits where the swelling curve of her breasts began.

Big Sandra's eyes popped open, surprised and ready to protest. But that turned into a mute stare as my fingertips started slowly forward along the swelling sides of her luscious tits. And there was no doubt about whether she was holding her breath or not as my caressing fingertips stroked slowly toward her nipples. She began trembling with the excitement I was stirring up within her. One of her own hands went shooting abruptly to her crotch where her fingers began almost frantically caressing her own clitoris. That started her hips making humping movements like it was an involuntary action she was powerless to control.

She surprised me, then. The hand teasing her own cunt abruptly moved from her cunt and closed upon my cock almost possessively. She stepped in close, bringing the head of my cock to the job her fingers had been doing, caressing her tingling clitoris with it. That didn't do a thing to cool me off. Neither did the groaning way she gasped, "Oh, I've just got to have you in me! I'm gonna die if I have to wait any longer to get your delicious cock into my hungry cunt!"

She couldn't have been one bit more ready than I felt, but I wanted her even hotter than I was. I knew the one and only way to make sure of that was to make her wait a little longer. Regardless of how positive she might be that waiting any longer would kill her, I knew it wouldn't.

So I held back when she tried to guide my cock into her sizzling cunt, giving her just enough of it to stroke through her cunt's drooling lips and tease her more but not enough to get actually into her. Just to help things along, my sudsy fingers bunched together and closed around both her excited nipples gently, then pulled both of them, stretching them slowly.

Lordy, it was like I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barrelled shotgun. Even with the tingling head of my cock just barely penetrating the lips of her cunt, I felt the violent seizure that knotted the muscles of not only her cunt but her whole lower belly. It held for an instant, during which a scream came out of her like she was in mortal agony. Then all those muscles began a hard, rhythmic pulsating as she blasted off into another orgasmic orbit.

Mindlessly, her ass kept pushing her cunt at my cock, trying to drive that caressing hardness into it. But I kept backing away, letting her have nothing but the head of it to continue teasing her cunt with while my fingers continued teasing her tits. She kept coming after me, determined to get my cock into her ravenous cunt, her whole body jerking and twitching almost like she was having a fit of some kind, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her head rolled back on her shoulders while her hands clutched at me, trying to pull me in close.

But I managed to keep my distance from her, giving her only as much of my cock as I wanted her to have yet, by making three fast laps around the shower stall backing away from her. We were well rinsed by then and she kept coming on stronger, threatening to finally get me cornered if I didn't get outside that stall where I'd have more room to maneuver.

So the fourth time around I got the door open and backed right on out of the shower into the big bathroom proper. The thought flashed through my head that if anyone could have gotten a motion picture of our weird, impromptu sex-dance it probably would have looked funny as hell, with Big Sandra's screams and moans filling in as the music.

It took some fancy footwork, but I managed to keep on backpedaling until those massive pulsations in her cunt finally tapered off and reluctantly stopped. Big Sandra's luscious body stopped its twitching and jerking and her cunt stopped chasing my cock. Her legs seemed to be trembling as she stopped coming at me and stood there panting like a runner who's just finished a hard mile. She gasped complainingly, "Lover, why do you delight so in torturing me?"

I asked, "You want me to stop?"

"Oh, no!" she groaned. "Please don't stop!"

As a reward to her for giving me the right answer, I cupped her luscious tits in both hands, brought both excited nipples to my mouth and sucked them in. I gave them a quick suck and a licking I meant as a promise of things to come. Her hands clutched my hair and she moaned and acted like her knees were about to buckle under her.

I pulled my mouth away from her delicious tits before that happened. As I straightened again before her, still holding both luscious tits in my hands, I asked, "How'd you like having me eat your pussy?"

"You're really amazing!" she gasped.

"How come?" I chuckled.

"You'd take time to make oral love to me when you know I'm about to go out of my mind wanting you to fuck me?" she panted, sounding incredulous.

I asked, "Don't you enjoy oral sex?"

"Of course I enjoy it, lover!" she exclaimed. "What woman doesn't? But that's not the point!"

"What's the point, then?" I demanded.

She shrugged, shaking her head as if searching for words, then declared, "Just that for some reason most men seem unable to think of wanting to do anything but fuck me, without wasting any time at all on preliminaries. But here I am dying to have you fuck me, so you're the one who's forcing me to wait for it while you take me through all the lovely preliminaries which I don't need this time because I was burning up with passion for you from the very first touch. Talk about ironic! That's the point."

"But you do enjoy having your pussy eaten?" I persisted.

She rolled her eyes and her words came out in a sexy sigh as she admitted, "I've loved it ... the few chances I've ever gotten to enjoy being loved that way. But this is one of the few times I'd gladly pass-"

I interrupted, "Only amateurs, greenhorns, and horse-cocked stupes ever get in a hurry with sex. All connoisseurs know that patience adds richness to sex exactly as time adds quality to good wine or whiskey."

"Lordy, how did a guy as young as you are get so wise about things most men never live long enough to learn?" she sighed, sounding almost disgusted. Her breathing was again beginning to sound ragged as my fingers on her tits started right in rekindling her passion.

I chuckled and told her, "Maybe it's because I've liked girls well enough to listen to them, ever since I was just a little guy. No man can learn to make love to a woman unless he's first learned to respect whatever she has to say enough to really listen to her. But that listening involves a hell of a lot more than just listening to the things she says in words. That much I'm certain of."

"And most men never even listen to the things a woman tries to put into words, much less any more than that," Big Sandra murmured breathlessly. "You are really too much."

I said wryly, "Sure I am. After this, you'll probably take a shotgun to me if I even try to speak to your daughter."

"Don't be silly," Big Sandra gasped as she caressed her clitoris with the head of my cock. "You're the perfect one, I think, to teach a sweet girl like my little Sandra. You can give her a gift she'll cherish all the rest of her life."

"A gift?" I asked, puzzled.

Big Sandra nodded, her eyes again beginning to get a droop-lidded, bedroom look about them as her face again began looking drawn with the pressure of sexual tension rising within her. She whispered breathlessly, "You can give her a gift of knowledge. The knowledge of exactly how much she as a woman had a right to expect from a man making love to her. And the knowledge of how indescribably great it really is to be a woman when you've found the right man and you teach him how to make love to you just exactly right for you."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You approve of the idea of me fucking your daughter?" I demanded.

"Someone's sure as hell going to fuck her, and probably already has," Big Sandra exclaimed in ragged gasps. "Before she's any older, she'll be lucky if you teach her how really great sex can be. Ought to be. Can't help but be when it's done lovingly and warmheartedly, enthusiastically, freely, naturally, joyously."

I stared at her a moment, continuing to tease her luscious tits. Finally I declared, "You really mean it."

"You bet your sweet ass I really mean it," Big Sandra exclaimed. "Even if she has been fucked a few times already, and even if none of those times were like they actually should have been, she hasn't been soured on sex yet. I know you'll make up, and then some, for whatever might have been wrong with her first experiences. You've proven to me how patient you can be and how loving and gentle. And I'm convinced there wouldn't be such a creature as a so-called frigid woman if all girls were properly initiated into the joys of fucking the way I know you fuck, even though I still haven't experienced the joy yet of having you fuck me. And I want that for little Sandra because I never want her winding up frigid because she's been frightened of sex by the ordinary kind of male stupes who think fucking a girl is just another kind of wrestling match that the girl always loses. Too many women get permanently soured on sex by those kind of male animals."

"You seem to have pretty strong feelings on the matter," I observed.

"Because I came damned near becoming a frigid woman," Big Sandra declared as she moved the head of my cock away from her clitoris and back down into the slippery lips of her drooling cunt again. She stroked it up and down through them caressingly as she told me, "The only thing that saved me was that I'd had a boyfriend in college who'd taught me just how great sex could be. So disgusted as I'd gotten with my husband, instead of turning frigid, I remembered those times with that other guy and went looking for someone like him. Someone like you. Because I'd just as soon become a zombie as become frigid; they're both more dead than alive.

"A frigid woman loses her capacity to love warmheartedly. Her capacity to share her body with another mortal joyously, freely, naturally. She either loses or never learns to revel in the capacity of her body to be sensuous. Forgets how, or never learns, to thoroughly enjoy her flesh, to enjoy the myriad varieties of delicious sensation that can be produced in her flesh when she isn't afraid to allow that flesh to be brought wholly alive, sensuously alive. If she's never learned that kind of joy in being alive, never experienced it, she can very easily become a hopeless case if she's unfortunate enough to get tied up with the wrong man.

"But if she's once known what sex can be like, she may forget for a while because of disgust or despair of the present, but there's still always a chance she'll remember. She may learn, to her sorrow, that numbered among men are too many stupid clods, too many horse-cocked dimwits, too many guilt-ridden rabbits, all of them worse than useless to a woman sexually. But as long as she knows from experience that other men do exist who are wholly different from those sexual cripples, there's a good chance she won't be crippled too. A good chance she'll fight to get her freedom back, then hunt until she finds herself one of those exceptional kind of men who fucks warmheartedly, joyously, lovingly, and will help her learn again to fuck warmheartedly and joyously in return. That's the priceless gift you can give my little Sandra."