Chapter 6
Reggie's return to Gene's and Rita's patio was a study in virility. He literally strode to one of the' lounge chairs and collapsed, spent but happy, to wait out Tina's one-hour nap. Hands folded across his chest, he lay smiling up at the sun.
"Where you been, Reg?" Gene asked. "We missed you."
He sighed. "Up paying a visit to Tina."
"You?"
"Yes. Gene, I'm a new man. My-^-my whole view of life has changed." He stared happily out at the pool now at Greta, Rita, Elaine, Tony, Denny, Denise, and Roger. Patti, Doris, and Yolanda had come down from their room and now frolicked in the water, too. He glanced over at his faithful pooch, Muff, lazing in the "Well, Reggie boy," Gene said, "I'm delighted to hear that some lucky woman finally got to you."
"That woman is marvelous," Reggie said. "Unbelievable."
Gene leaned forward, speaking confidentially. "Tell me, Reg, she didn't hurt you, did she? I mean-the way she hurt our visitor, Chuck, upstairs."
"Not at all. In fact, I think you've misjudged her. Actually, she prefers to deliver pleasure -pure unadulterated pleasure. She's invited me back for another session in an hour, you know."
"Fine," Gene said. "I'm sure she'll have some new unexpected delight for you. Tina has never been one to settle into dull repetition in sexual matters."
Gene turned his attention from Reggie now and directed his intention toward Greta. Damn it, he thought. He still hadn't gotten his hands on that delicious little cunt. Maybe tonight he and Rita could get their hands on her-get her up to his room and give her the same treatment they had given Denise last night. Indoctrination was always a pleasant task. Ever since that day he picked her up while hitchhiking, he had been itching to get at her delectable body, rob her of her innocence.
Right now, the dark-eyed Tony had her backed up to one of the water inlets, obviously introducing her to the pleasures of anal stimulation, hydro-style. There were two inlets into the pool and they gushed with sufficient force to provide stimulation comparable to that of a vibrator.
"Gee, that feels different!" Greta squealed, enjoying the new sensation.
Beneath the clear water, Gene watched as Tony deftly parted Greta's lovely ass cheeks to permit the firm flow of water directly into her rectum. Then, with one hand, he massaged her breasts, while with the other, he massaged her clit.
"Feels nice, huh, baby?"
"God, yes," she cooed, her hips beginning to pump.
Nearby, Rita seemed to be staring enviously at the pleasure Tony was administering to Greta. Her eyes were narrowed in the lustful gaze Gene knew so well. Yes, without question Rita wanted Greta. Gene had seen that look on his wife's face too many times before to mistake it. Rita even glanced over at Gene and winked. Then she dog-paddled over to the couple. Gene smiled. This would be interesting to watch, he thought. Chances looked good for the threesome in his room tonight that he craved. Rita's technique was always superb, especially when dealing with a female she wanted. Her handling of Denise, for instance, had been nothing short of masterful.
"Greta, dear, you're overdoing it a bit. Your lips are turning absolutely blue. You'd better warm yourself in the sun for a bit."
Greta seemed in a trance at the threefold forms of stimulation she was receiving, but Rita would not be denied. She parted Greta from helpless Tony and led the girl from the pool to the patio. They lay there side by side, naked.
Gene watched, reading Rita's mind. His wife's gaze was fastened on the whiteness where Greta had once worn a halter. A girl, Rita was thinking. Not a woman but a ripe, young girl who had recently been introduced to the pleasures of heterosexual love but still knew nothing of the exquisite ecstasies another female could deliver.
Wetting her lips, Rita now studied Greta's ripe, full breasts that still heaved from the stimulation young Tony had been providing, took in the wet brown hair streaming down over her shoulders, the delicious body beckoning in the summer sun.
"In a little while you'll be warm, dear," Rita said. "We don't want you catching cold."
"I-I'm really enjoying this party, Rita," Greta said, her teeth chattering slightly. "I never thought I could enjoy anything so much. I -I truly feel I've grown up. If it hadn't been for Roger, I might have left last night, but he -he helped me. He was very gentle in his love-making. Very understanding."
"I'm glad to hear you feel that way, dear. But I assure you that still other sensations await you. Roger was good to you and that is admirable, but-uh-you mustn't overlook other possibilities?"
"Other possibilities?" She looked puzzled.
"Yes, love. You mustn't get pregnant, you know."
"Pregnant?" Greta grinned, trying her best to look like the woman of the world. "Oh no, I take the pill. It can't happen."
"Nothing is foolproof," Rita said. "Say, turn over on your back and let me rub some of this sun lotion on you. We mustn't let you get burned."
Greta obliged. Rita fetched a tube of sun lotion, squeezed some of the amber lotion onto Greta's smooth back and began applying it to the girl's shoulders, scrunching the shoulder blades together.
"Umm," Greta cooed. "You should have been a masseuse. That's nice... ummm... ummm... "
Gene watched still, reading his wife's mind, imagining what Rita wanted desperately to do with the delectable Greta. And his projection was correct, for at that instant Rita felt a sudden desire to bend down, press her body to Greta's, and plant wet kisses on the girl's neck. She wanted to take Greta right there on the patio, but she restrained herself. She knew she must proceed-at least for the moment-with caution in dealing with this young neophyte.
"Have many boyfriends?" Rita asked, massaging.
"Not any steadies at the moment," Greta said. "I'll wager few of them ever take the time to rub you all over like this when they try to screw you, right?"
"No." Greta laughed, but she was obviously responding to Rita's kneading hands. "No, I guess they do get pretty abrupt."
Now Rita laughed. "No, of course they don't. They just want to get their cocks inside you and come. Everything requires careful preparation -especially lovemaking."
Rita's hands moved lower now, working the lotion into the small of Greta's dimpled back, then over her beautiful ass. Ever so subtly, with each circular motion, her fingertips dipped slightly into the inviting cleft between the mounds. Entranced now, Greta made no attempt to resist as the hands grew still bolder. Then, Rita parted Greta's legs and her hand dipped into the dark patch of honey nest. With one hand she continued moving circularly over Greta's entire ass, exerting pressure, while her other hand began boldly finger-fucking.
From Gene's vantage point, Greta now appeared to be attempting to hump the concrete patio. Her buttocks moved up and down, pumping in response to Rita's inserted finger. The finger-no, fingers now-slid up and down Greta's inviting love crease, rubbing her clit, finger-fucking, finger-fucking...
"Oh, Rita," Greta pleaded. "You really shouldn't. You shouldn't... you shouldn't. But it feels so good."
Greta's tight little ass pumped even harder now, moving in all directions at once it seemed. She ground her pelvis hard at the warm concrete, then raised her buttocks to receive still more of Rita's probing, sliding fingers. Now Rita's thumb slipped up into the eye of the bobbing rectum and, with finger in twat and thumb in ass, jiggled violently. The other hand, manipulating the firm cheeks, moved under the girl's breasts now and began jostling the erect nipples.
"Ohhhh, R-i-t-a!" Greta wailed then, shuddering from head to toe.
"That's it, baby," Rita urged. "Just let it happen. You need this lotion, baby. You need it! You need it! We mustn't let your little bottom get sunburned."
Greta didn't even hear her, being so intent on achieving her climax that she merely moaned and wailed and wagged her ass still faster as she hurtled on and on toward the fulfillment she now knew she had to have. Greta came then, writhing like a demon possessed as wave after wave of delicious current wracked her heaving body. Then she lay spent and panting, with her face in her hands.
Rita withdrew her hand from between the girl's legs, then crawled up and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, my love, there will be group festivities. Afterward, though, I want you to stay uninvolved. Do you hear? I'm coming to get you. We're going to my room and I'll give you a real massage."
Greta was still gasping out the aftermath of her orgasm. She didn't answer.
Rita took her by the hair and gave her head a sharp jerk. "I said I'm coming for you. Do you hear?"
"I-I don't know," Greta managed to reply. "I guess so. All right."
"Good," Rita said, releasing her hold on Greta's wet hair. "Just so you know where we stand." Then, more gently: "I didn't mean to hurt you just now, love. I promise to be gentle, but you will come with me. That is understood then?"
"Yes, Rita," Greta reaffirmed.
"Lie here and rest now, Greta," Rita instructed. "Do anything you please until the lights go out tonight."
Rita stood up then and approached Gene. "Well, did you like the little demonstration?"
"Beautiful, dear," Gene said. "Did you set something up for later tonight?"
"Naturally. We'll give her the same treatment we gave our friend, except there will be one difference."
Gene studied the leer on his beautiful wife's face. "What difference?" he asked.
"Muff," Rita replied. "I want the dog to have her, too."
"Great idea!" Gene congratulated. "The poor pooch hasn't had any action since this morning. Terrific."
"What's with Reggie?" Rita asked then. "He looks different."
Gene explained about the dapper gentleman and Tina. Rita began laughing then and, infectiously, Gene joined her. The two of them-host and hostess-stood laughing convulsively.
"What a pair!" Gene said finally.
"Not as interesting a pair as Muff and Greta will make," Rita said and they both broke into laughter again.
His eye never really leaving the big clock on the rear of the building, Reggie saw now that the time had arrived for his second visit to Tina's room. True, he had watched with mild interest as Rita had brought Greta skillfully to orgasm there on the concrete just ten yards away, but for the first time in his life mere watching seemed less important. Now he had become a participant. He could actually fuck -indulge in all the sexual pleasures and variations he had previously only observed. Watching Rita with Greta had been stimulating, of course, but now he rose to go to his Tina.
At precisely one hour since his previous encounter-the first real encounter of his life- Reggie Van Dorn knocked on Tina's door. In a moment the door opened and Tina stood before him wearing a miniskirt and a blouse with ruffles at the neckline and sleeves. The expression on her face, peculiarly naive, puzzled Reggie. And why the attire? He had expected to find her either stark naked or, at least, in sheer bedtime attire. When she spoke, her voice confused him even more.
"Mommy's not home," she said in a high-pitched little voice. "I don't think I should let you in."
Reggie's heart sank. Had she duped him? Was she planning to turn him down? "Your what isn't home?" he asked.
"My mommy. She had to go to the store and made me promise not to let any strangers in till she got back."
"Tina," Reggie said, "What is this all about? You said to come back in an hour, didn't you?"
She bit her lower lip, childishly, coquettishly. "Are you the milkman?" she asked.
"Tina!" Reggie cried, exasperated. "Please explain, will you?"
"Maybe you're a salesman then," she said. "Are you selling magazines or something?"
"No, I am not a salesman and I am not the milkman. If this is your idea of a joke-" Tina's face admonished him and she stamped her foot angrily. "I said you are a salesman selling magazines," she said forcefully. "If you are a salesman, then maybe I could let you come in for a little while. You seem like a nice man." She winked.
Suddenly Reggie thought he understood. "Uh -yes," he said. "That is correct, little girl. I'm selling magazines."
"All right then," she said. "I guess it's okay for you to come in then." Reggie followed her to a small sofa by the window and they sat down.
"I wish I had some cookies and milk to offer you, but there's nothing in the house. That's why Mommy had to go to the store."
Reggie suddenly chuckled. "Charming!" he exclaimed. "Utterly charming, my dear. Whatever possessed you to adopt such a role?" He pulled Tina to him, assuming the joke to be over.
"I thought you were a nice man!" she said sternly, putting him back in character. "That's the only reason I let you come in until Mommy comes back. Now, you stop touching me. Do you hear?" Again she winked. It was a totally adult wink full of promise.
Now Reggie knew what was happening. At least he hoped he knew what was happening. At any rate, it seemed he had no choice but to go along with whatever game she was playing and see what happened. He hoped she wasn't insane!
"I'm sorry I touched you, little girl," he apologized. "I meant no offense. What is your name?"
"My name in Laura, and I'm twelve years old. I'm going to be a famous dancer someday. My mommy is giving me ballet lessons. Do you think I'm good?"
She jumped up then and began to dance. "Pirouettes," she called them twirling around the room.
"Yes, very graceful," Reggie said, nodding approval. "Very graceful indeed." He was beginning to wonder when this masquerade would stop and they could get down to business. He felt eager to try the capabilities of his newfound, stiff tool in Tina's twat. What he was supposed to do with a twelve-year-old named Laura, he had no idea.
In a moment, Tina came back and sat down beside him again. "I'm beginning to get breasts," she said, "See?" She cupped them in her hands. "Would you like to touch me on my new little titties?"
"Uh-certainly," Reggie said, reaching out to touch them exploringly. His cock, mercifully, was beginning to stir inside his swim trunks. Oddly, he suddenly realized the elaborate game Tina had devised. He was beginning to enjoy himself! For one thing, the firm breasts he now held in his palms did not belong to any twelve-year-old!
"I can see something inside your pants," she giggled. "It's getting bigger and bigger, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"Your peter is getting big because it wants to go between my legs, I bet. I know all about men's peters and girls' pussies and how they fit together. Does it want to go between my legs?"
"Little girl, I think that would be a splendid idea," Reggie said, ready for action at last.
"Call me Laura," Tina said, giggling. "Would you take your stiff thing out so I can see it and play with it?"
Reggie unzipped the fly of his swim trunks and let his stiff cock flop out. "Very well, Laura," he said. "There you are." He felt compelled to add, "I just hope your mommy doesn't come home and catch us."
"Not us," Laura corrected. "You. I'm just a little girl and I don't know any better. You're a man and you'd be the one to get into trouble, right?"
"Heh-heh," Reggie chuckled nervously. He was getting caught up in Tina's game and the thought of discovery slightly unnerved him. "Yes, I guess you're right at that." He rose, crossed the room, and opened the door. In the hall, nobody was standing at the view window, for which he was grateful. He closed the door, bolted it securely, then returned to the sofa beside Tina, Now Tina began toying with his stout member, flopping it back and forth. In a moment, Reggie slipped his hand down over her rounded stomach, lifted her dress and began rubbing between her legs. He began lubricating as her skillful manipulations grew quicker. For a twelve-year-old, little Laura was most adept at working on a cock. Reggie felt his heart hammering inside his chest as he pushed aside her panties and began stroking the dripping length of her love hole.
"Oh, that feels so nice and tingly," she said. "It's right on my tingle button. This is even more fun that playing doctor with my little neighborhood friends. Isn't it fun to play doctor?"
Reggie gasped. Playing "doctor" was beginning to drive him out of his mind. "Let's take all our clothes off, shall we?" He kissed her on the neck then.
She drew away. "Doctors don't kiss their patients," she said. "And doctors don't wear swim-suits and they don't take their peters out even if they do."
"I don't care what some doctors do," Reggie rasped, "I'm a specialist, all right? Please, let's get going."
She stared, pouting, at his rigid prong. "Are you afraid it will go away? Why is it dripping like that, anyway?"
Reggie ignored the questions. "Very well, let us get on with the examination," he said, "Goddamit, let's get on with this office call. I'm going crazy!"
His intensity seemed to bring her back to reality for the moment and she permitted him to unbutton her blouse. "Ah, what nice little titties," he said. He rained kisses along her throat and kissed the beating pulse at the side of her neck as he massaged her breasts. "No, Laura, I'd say you have full-fledged tits. Very nice nipples, too. Yes, I'd say you're ready for lovemaking."
Reggie's fingers drew little circles around one nipple, then the other. He went on that way, squeezing and massaging, coaxing, pinching. "Feel good, little girl?" he asked. Then, staring down at his own rigid prick, he said, "See how Big Ben wants to jam himself inside your tight little twat? You musn't be afraid, dear. The doctor always knows what's best."
"It is pretty," she answered, toying with the little slit in the end that resembled a tiny mouth. She ceased massaging his member then and spread the hole at the tip of his dick with her fingers. Suddenly she bent down and gave it a loud kiss. When she let go, it stood stiff and straight, straining toward her. "Did that feel good?" she asked.
Reggie felt tingles running up and down the length of his spine. He was flushed with the effort of resisting, of hurling himself at her and devouring her sexually.
"Yes, that was very nice."
She studied his cock now, tilting her head from side to side, like a dog listening to the mewing of a kitten. Slowly, caught up in the game entirely now, Reggie removed her blouse. Then he slid her panties down over her ankles. He continued fondling her breasts while she toyed with his loose foreskin, pulling it back and forth and smearing his dribbling fluid about the head and up and down his stout shaft. Finally, she leaned down and inserted a nipple inside his cock slit. Still more of his juice dripped out. He forced her back onto the sofa then, clamped his mouth over her breast and bit slowly. She was trembling now and the thought that he was actually exciting her spurred him on to even greater yearning. His hands found her firm backside and he pulled her to him.
"I-I don't think we should do too much," she said. "Shouldn't I wait until I get married to do everything?" Her voice was still childlike and high pitched.
"Not necessarily," Reggie said. "I assure you I'll be very gentle and you'll like all the nice things I'm going to do to you. Trust me?"
"Well, if you're nice, okay," she agreed.
Her resistance was waning now as the hot, pulsating tide mounted. Apparently, she had decided to end the teasing part of her masquerade, for she writhed and spread her legs to the utmost and pulled his head toward her eager snatch. Reggie accommodated her. His fear of not maintaining his erection gone, he willingly kissed and nibbled at her vagina. He continued, slowly and deliberately, lapping at her fragrant crotch, running his tongue up and down the wet slit and inhaling deeply. She arched her back and ground her pelvis eagerly into his probing tongue. And then she began a slow chant.
"Ohh... Ohhh," she moaned. "I didn't know that men did that to girls. Ohh, it feels so nice with your tongue against my hole... Ohh... Ohhh... "
Reggie's stiff prick made a moist trail across her stomach as he lifted himself up and sat straddling her, pointing his member at her mouth. He let it rest on her chin, holding the stiff, long tool in readiness.
"Now, Laura," he said very softly, "I want you to kiss it. I want you to pretend it's an ice-cream cone or a lollipop, all right? Just kiss it and lick it." He was astounded at his forwardness. For years, he had watched every form of sexual act imaginable. Now he was taking an active part I Slowly at first, she kissed the bulging head of his rod that poked at her lips. Then, hungrily, she held his organ firmly and began nursing, " her head bobbing back and forth as she ingested his drippings and squeezed his testicles. The sight of his rigid prong sliding in and out of the beautiful mouth and her expression of abject rapture nearly brought him to orgasm. He held her head still suddenly, not wanting to reach a premature climax.
"Don't stop now!" she cried. "It tastes nice."
"No! No, you must wait, little girl!" he insisted, still holding her head to prevent further movement. But it was no use. The sight of his stiff prick inside her nursing lips-the warmth and the indentations her cheeks made as she sucked on his rod would only lead to an early ejaculation. And he did not want that! He wanted to savor his erection and so he elected to fuck her.
He slid back down, kissing her breasts en-route, and guided himself into the hot wet slit. Instantly, her legs shot up to envelop him. "I've-I've never had one inside of me before. Be careful, please?"
"Don't worry, dear," he assured. "I'll just ease it in slowly. It will feel nice. You'll see."
He could not hold back a deep sigh as he penetrated to her depths. Her every movement--her gyrating ass in his palms and her breasts brushing against his chest-sent new thrills coursing through him, carrying him again and again to the point of orgasm. Each time, though, he paused until the danger of spending himself inside the hot, gripping twat had passed.
It was a continuing battle because he was being inexorably lost in the intense heat and wonder of her urging body, but he held back, fearing that the impending thrill would be more than he could bear. His first orgasm with Tina had been a thing of exquisite pleasure; this one promised to be frightening in proportion- unbearable.
With each thrust and withdrawal he was swept closer to the dreaded edge. Could he absorb the delight that trembled on the brink? He was not sure. And then he was clinging to her, thrusting out of control, knowing he could no longer turn back from the fateful climax. Every nerve and fiber of his being now demanded fulfillment and would not be denied.
Her little squeals and whines were what finally sent him over the edge. Even before he felt his balls give way and the hot spurts of sperm jolting his shaft, he knew there was no turning back. Her cunt contracted, milking his member, joyfully accepting every drop of his load, and he groaned in an agony of pleasure that continued even after he lay slumped and spent over her.
After a long time, he collapsed in a numb trance alongside her. The finish had been so intense his mind kept recalling it over and over. Of one thing he was certain: Tina had taught him to be a human being, to experience sex rather than merely view it, and he would never be free of her. It did not matter whether she pretended to be a "little girl," an Amazon, whatever. He only know that she had done for him what no woman had ever done before. Even now, in his drowsy confusion, he knew that he had to have her permanently. Her past didn't matter. Party girl, harlot, plaything, ad infinitum... he wanted her forever. He could never escape her nor the delights her delectable body had to offer.
"Gee," Tina said, finally, still in her "little girl" role. "Lots of boys have had their fingers in there, but it never felt like that before. Did your stuff come out inside me?"
"Yes," Reggie said.
"Will I get pregnant?" She held her hands at her face, as though in terror. "Mommy would kill me!"
"If you do, I shall marry you. Don't worry." Reggie was serious now, tired of the game.
"I don't know," Tina singsonged. "I don't know if Mommy would want me to get married at thirteen. And what about my dancing lessons? If I have a big tummy I couldn't take my dancing lessons, could I?"
"Let's stop it, Tina," he said, and he saw that she knew he meant it. "There's something I want to tell you."
"Yes, Reggie?"
He sat up and pulled her up with him. "Tina, I told you I've had a problem all my life-sexually, I mean. You have solved that problem. I want you to be with me permanently. I am a wealthy man. I will provide for you well- while you are with me and"-he stared up at the ceiling-"even after I'm gone. I mean-life insurance and all that. I will be good to you, dear, and you will have everything you desire. What do you say?"
She began to cry, her chest heaving convulsively, and he took her to him and patted her back consolingly. "Well, darling? What do you say?"
"Reggie," she said when she had calmed herself, "I will make you happy. You'll be proud of me, I promise. And I'll be the truest woman you ever knew. I mean it." And then she began crying again, this time covering him with kisses.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she sobbed. "Ill never want anybody else. I've been there and back, you know. I-I'd never go looking for-for kicks."
Reggie beamed and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Good," he said, "then it's settled. Now, shall we take a shower?"
She agreed, springing from the sofa and running to the bathroom to get everything in readiness. "How do you want your shower, love?"
Reggie had to grin. Tina would always be his willing servant, but she would be the happiest servant alive. He would see to that.
"Tepid, dear," he called. "Not too hot, if you don't mind."
"Coming up," she called, peeking from the bathroom and blowing him a kiss. "You scrumptious thing you."
In the shower, they lathered and scrubbed, laughing like children at play. The tepid water beat down on both of them, restoring their vigor. Geisha-like, Tina patted suds all over Reggie, scrubbed his feet, his back and, more gingerly, his genitals.
"Shall we tell the others?" Tina asked.
"In good time," Reggie said. The steam and water revived him greatly. He felt wonderful, alive and wonderful. "They're having some kind of orgy activity tonight. We don't want to put a damper on Gene's and Rita's festivities by announcing anything so plebian as marriage."
"You mean we're really going to be married?" Tina asked, amazed.
"Of course. What did you think I meant? The Van Dorns always do things properly. Incidentally, there are some relatives you'll have to meet--that sort of thing-but you're a lady and I'm certain you'll make a splendid impression."
Tina squealed with delight and scrubbed her newfound man still harder with the soapy washcloth. She even began to sing softly in the tile stall. And then, without warning, Reggie's cock once again stood at attention. He grasped her hand proudly and directed it to his virile part. "See what a tonic you are for me, my love?" he said. "Again?"
"But of course," he chuckled. "Men are supposed to get erections, are they not? Perfectly normal, I'd say."
They both laughed gleefully, and then Reggie gently' lowered her to her hands and knees, making her rear entrance accessible and inviting. Slowly, he fed his firm rod into her rectum, the soap suds easing his entry. His initial thrust brought forth a little wince, but soon he was moving in a steady, workmanlike rhythm as his proud pecker imbedded itself slightly deeper with each delicious thrust. His hands worked on her soapy nipples then her clit as he plunged his soapy ramrod home. As they fucked that way, their knees cushioned by the thick, rubber bathmat, Reggie inserted his finger into Tina's vagina and enjoyed feeling the plunging of his own shaft through the thin, fleshy partition. In and out his penis drove and Reggie was in heaven-cunt heaven-as he viewed his once-help- less organ function like a piston in Tina's ass. Her hand reached back and fondled his balls as he thrust. There was a passionate bond between them; they could both feel it as waves of ecstasy flowed between their humped bodies.
"God! Oh, God!" Tina screamed. Reggie's firm meat wedge jamming in and out of her was even better than the vibrator she used on herself! And she had hold of his balls-his beautiful pulsing nuts that were about to spend themselves inside her. "God! Oh, God!"
"Like it in there, baby?" Reggie asked. "Like it right up there, don't you?" He kept asking questions and she kept answering, "Yes... yes. Oh, I love it up there. Yes... oh, yes!"
"I'm coming now, baby," Reggie cried, amazed at the guttural rasp of his own voice, at his complete loss of fear and inhibition.
"Yes, I want you to," she begged, fondling his testicles even more intensely-waiting to feel them hum as they forced his sperm into her eager cavity.
"Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Slam it to me harder!"
He responded, ramming with all his might, the tepid water from the shower still flailing him on his back. His balls were still in Tina's hands and he was nearly ready to spew forth their contents. They were both under a spell, hurtling toward the finish beneath the spouting water, violent contractions wracking both of their bodies.
"Now! Now!" Tina screamed.
"Yes," Reggie gasped, hurrying his final pumping motion so that they both reached the heights at once.
Tina reached up and turned the water off and they both collapsed, spent. Finally, very much the gentleman again, Reggie said, "Well, dear, shall we take a nap?"
"Yes, darling," Tina said.
They dried carefully, assisting each other, then sprawled out on the bed to rest before attending the party downstairs. Soon they were both asleep, Reggie dreaming of antlers, flagpoles-animals of strength and endurance, Tina dreaming of maids, yachts, the affluent life...