Chapter 17
COME TO MAMA, BABY....
Colleen stretched out on the motel bed and watched Sam undress. As usual, she still wore her nylons and nothing else. Sam had already got his fill of seeing her in panties and bra. He was down to his shorts, moving with purpose.
His manhood came in sight, and its bigness made her cringe inside. Hard already! Steak and eggs. How ridiculous! Next thing he would be eating oysters.
She had to make it good for him, no matter how it hurt. She writhed her body and spread her legs, giving him her best imitation smile.
"Come on and get me, honey!" she cried. Maybe his pumping wouldn't take so long, this time.
He strode to the bed, his eyes afire with passion. He sank down beside her, his hand dropping between her thighs. Obediently she bucked her hips in simulated excitement.
"While I was at the doc's office this morning, I asked him some questions," Sam said, kissing her on the throat. "In fact, we had quite a talk ... He gave me a little booklet-about sex. Real interesting. He said a man like me, marrying a young woman, needed a few pointers."
Colleen felt a stab of alarm. The old bastard! Was he getting wise to her? He wasn't treating her like a dear, sweet thing; he appear-ed to have a new attitude.
"I'm so glad you learned things," she managed to answer, intimately. "I just adore it when you play with me-like that darling!"
His hand was moving in a more provocative fashion. She wiggled her bottom, parting her thighs even wider, and a little sting of pleasure awakened in her loins. His finger on her clitoris caused a sensual response!
She couldn't let this happen! Not so soon....
I should have brought myself to a climax when I woke up this morning, she thought. That damned fire ... I didn't sleep well.
She reached for an found his manhood. How rigid he was! She cozied him and felt him tremble. She was becoming more sensitive. She didn't want to come anywhere near climaxing when Sam did. She never had with any of her previous husbands. The whole idea was rather disgusting.
She felt it would make her feel inferior to men. She had to get into Missoula soon and find Sally. She might even have a new girl-friend by now. Horrible thought!
"I think I've rushed things before," Sam murmured, his lips roving toward her breasts.
She patted him and gritted her teeth. "You've always been just wonderful, honey!"
I'll kill that nosey doctor, she thought, blackly.
Sam's fingers opened the lips of her vagina and she shuddered-because the tingles were coming with more vigor. His mouth settled over a nipples, and it began to stiffen. They hardly ever turned pointy until he was nearly finished, until she could be alone and bring herself to culmination.
A ripple of excitement ran from her breasts to her loins.
"Ohhhh ... you're so clever, honey!" she gasped. And it wasn't all put-on. The old devil was working her up!
She tried to think of some excuse to break the spell. Sam's patience had been sorely tried lately; he wouldn't like it. She had to go through with her act.
Her nipples were coming up, swelling She felt a kind of achy twinge far inside, and then the flow of her coital fluids....
She quieted, hoping to stay the rise of her desire, but somehow the plan of relaxing didn't work. More thrills chased along her body. He seemed to sense her rise of interest, and his hand and mouth became more active.
"Damn" he breathed, between kisses. "This is more like it!"
"Darling, you know I've given you all my best," she managed. She was finding it hard to breathe; her simulated pantings, as quirts of need eddied through her loins, became almost genuine.
"Yes," he answered. "But I feel so much stronger!"
Typical male ego! The old....
She found her hips rising of their own accord; she wanted more! His toyings were making her shiver. She gripped his manhood and encouraged him to mount. Perhaps if he started right away she could hold her passion, control it until he was through. The animalistic thrustings she had always endured and never enjoyed would surely kill her rising desire.
Finally he swung above her. She looked down at his loins, and the vision of his shaft was almost appealing. Stop it! This is ridiculous.
She guided him in. There was nothing else to do.
A burning sensation, as his bigness spread her labia, sent a quick shiver through her pelvis. In, in, in ... ohhh-it was good!
He moaned and licked at her nipples. He didn't fall on her, mashing her. That crazy booklet....
He was so rigid he went deeper than he ever had. She was forced to respond or he would really get suspicious.
Could Jean have started that fire? It didn't seem like her. And how could she forsee anything like this?
Sam weaved his bottom, drew out a little way, and drove in even further! Ordinarily she would have flinched, but now a new kind of heat developed in her loins. She felt muscles respond with tingly shivers. Her nipples swelled.
Of all the crazy things! She liked it. She swung her hips upward, wanting more.
Sam's belly didn't seem so repulsive; his posture had a way of hardening his paunch.
Ohhhh-that was good, in deep, in deep ... The bed creaked, but it didn't rattle, as before, when he was in the last desperate stages of his pleasure.
There was no more hair-trigger situation, no need for her to strain and lift, trying to keep him inside. He was getting bigger instead of smaller!
He wasn't grunting like a boar; he was probing her with manly assurance. A few sweeps, then a pause. More flutters swept through her pelvis. He was going to drag it out, as she did when she was alone, with her hand....
I do need some kind of relief, she thought, tightening her legs around him. The big thing is to get him off, make him feel strong and virile.
Her hunger grew more intense. She began to feel warm all over. Sugary tremors raced a-long her thighs, up to her vagina.
"Ohhhh-honey!" she gasped.
Suddenly he stopped swording her and held still. She caught his plan immediately. For the first time, with Sam, she had freedom to move her hips. Oh, she had tired of trying it on top ... he had never developed enough of a hard-on to make it work.
Now, she began to swing her bottom. She teased her clitoris against his manhood, and a riot of thrills shot through her body. But, amazingly, the seat of her greatest pleasure had moved-she wanted him big and deep.
First, though, she had to tease herself by rotating and working him in slowly. There was no pain at all. Each bounce of her hips increased her thrill. How much better could it get?
She tried to be very clinical about it. This is for a new dress, this is for a sports car, this is for a mink coat, this is for a trip to Hawaii....
Slipping, sliding, up, up, up-up, up, up-pause, then more delicious writhings....
The old bag is making me pant and shiver and moan! she thought, hazily. J promised myself no man ever would.
A little spasm, far inside, gave her a hint of what was coming. She couldn't keep her mind on wishing for more clothes and luxuries; she was building a state of exotic tension that she had never believed was possible.
Many times she had toyed with her need for long, sweet moments; many times with Sally she had played around until both of them were screaming for release, but this was richer, keener. Her pleasure wasn't centered in one place, but a heat throughout her whole being was developing in slow, tantalizing stages.
Another spasm in the well of her womanhood, made her shudder.
Suddenly, when she gave a few more vigorous thrusts, the rapture became so intense she shouted. She felt a pulsing around him, a sweet tightening of all her nerves, and then-right at the point of need, right at the apex of her joy, a hard, quick pounding commenced.
The rapture came in keen gusts, and her hips flew.
Ohhhhh-I never went off like this, she thought, wildly.
The whole room seemed to dim and fade. Waves of exotic pleasure convulsed her whole body. Throb, throb, throb.
She panted out her climax. It was like thunder.
A heavenly relaxation touched her, and she dropped her bottom, swimming in a bath of joyful completion. The pulsings were a kind of exquisite reminder of what had happened, something totally new and sparkly.
And he was still big, still rigid inside her.
Ohhhhh-I want it again! I didn't think of Sally when I flipped, either. How strange and wonderful....
"Ohhh, Sam, that was luscious," she whispered.
"It sure was, darling," he breathed, kissing her nipples.
She swung upward, playfully. "Let me get on top, honey-you must be a little tired...."
He chuckled. "That would be very nice, darling."
I like the old devil, she thought. I never went off so hard in my life!
He withdrew and settled down beside her. She kissed him lingeringly. She ran her hand across his chest. Even when he wasn't inside her the tremors continued, heating her thoughts, her body.
Would she really want Sally, now? She wasn't nearly as sure about it as she had been only an hour before. Sam was security, normalcy. Even if he didn't want to do it as often as a younger man, or girl, she could wait-because this emotion inside her was rich and true.
She swung above him. She had never been so eager to do it the second time. Even with Sally she had had to wait a while between climaxes, whipping her need with all kinds of words and motions.
II he can hold off like this all the time, I'll go out of my mind!
She made the insertion, and settled her thighs in a comfortable position. The feel of him made her burn and wiggle. She moaned as she sank all the way down.
Ohhh he's in so far!
She leaned above him and commenced to swing her hips. Quirts of voluptuous pleasure stabbed her loins. He was still big.
"Make it last," he whispered, cupping her breasts.
"Ohhhh I will, honey!"
Steak and eggs. She would have to see that he had nourishing food all the time! Up-down. Up-down. The little quivers began again. Her nipples were on fire. Even Sally hadn't made them so sensitive.
Bounce, bounce-squeak, squeak. It was going to be even better!
She dallied and played and paused. She didn't have to pretend. She could let go. How wonderful!
When her climax came, at last, she shouted.
"Ohhhh-ohhhh-Sam-I'm coming!
The tumult of throbbings tossed her into a wild fit of ecstasy. Each honeyed beat of joy made her realize that she had missed something in all of her earlier sexual experiences.
Long, golden moments later she realized that Sam still was rigid.
The next time I'll faint, she thought, limp with victorious elation.