Chapter 19
NO MORE HIRED STUDS
Her blue suit was draped over the back of a chair. Her girdle and nylons were off, too. She lay on his bed wearing only her panties and bra. The afternoon sunlight crept in around the bedroom draperies, bathing her in a soft glow.
Carl removed his shorts, and the vision of his naked loins, his rigid manhood, made her shudder.
"My, what a big one you have!" she giggled, squirming on the counterpane. She wanted to be playful and skittish, and his smile said he liked her that way.
"The better to please you with, my dear," he smirked wolfishly.
He came toward her. She arched her breasts upward, begging him to take her bra off. He would soon take care of that! He had helped her undress, fondling her body, touching, carressing, driving her crazy.
I'm glad I dropped Donna, she thought. I'm glad I didn't rush back to California!
He sank down on the bed, at her side, His manhood grazed her thigh, and she reached down, holding him.
"Ohhhhh, Carl!" she gasped. Don't think a-bout all those hired studs, now. Carl is twice the man any of them ever were! I'll burn that damned rubber tube! I won't ever use it again!
His hand roamed along her thighs, up to the stretch of nylon covering her womanhood. Quirts of amorous longing enveloped her, rich and full and gratifying.
"Is this what you want, sweet?" he murmured, his hand stealing inside her panties.
"Almost," she teased, shivering.
"How's that?"
"Ohhh-nice!" He was caressing her down-y vee. "Aren't you going to take my bra off?"
"Give me time!"
She sighed, spreading her legs, swimming in a bath of luxurious anticipation. His finger probed and tickled and stabs of delight curled through her loins. She wiggled her hips, panting joyfully. She caressed his manhood, feeling him swell and become even more rigid. How big! Could she really accommodate him? Could he get it in?
His hand left her vee and went to her breasts. He opened her bra, at last. Her mounds jutted, her nipples were furiously spiked.
"Damn!" he breathed, caressing her.
She looked down at her velvety mountains, red-tipped. They were huge! They had never been so large, so sensitive. His tanned fingers playing with her nipples made her quake.
"Make them tingle, honey!" she breathed.
He raised up and lowered his mouth toward a cherry-red spike. She had dreamed of this, imagined it so many times, she could hardly believe it was real.
But when his lips went around a tender, swollen peak, she shuddered and knew it was real.
"That better?" he whispered, between kisses.
"Ohhhh-yes! But take my panties off!"
His hand went down there. He tugged and her filmy garment began to scoot from her hips. She used her left hand to help him. Every touch of his hand was a burning knife, sinking into her body, awakening delirious responses.
A moment later and she was naked.
Immediately his hand claimed her vee. She hugged her mound against his palm, shivering.
"That's much better!" she cried, softly.
"What about thisT' he whispered.
Stings of joy coursed through her as sensuous waves of need throbbed as he continued with his hand.
"Ohhh ... wonderful!" she cried.
He whispered in her ear. "Are you going to go off good, darling."
"Ohhh-I'll just go wild!
He drew a taut nipple far into his mouth. His hand wandered along the sweet labia where her love-flow made her ready.
She urged him above her. He swung there, smoothly, placing his knees between her outspread thighs. Clasping him answered another dream. Her legs were ablaze where they touched his muscular body.
She guided him hectically into the dewy folds of her shivery femininity.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried.
He moaned. His bigness spread her, spread her-filling her in a way she had never been filled before. The heat of his shaft sent flutters of exotic joy along her spine, up to her nipples, where his lips lingered, sipping at her need.
"Ohhh ... lover!" she gasped, lifting, snugging herself around him. Shivers, like honeyed barbs, raced through her loins. No hired stud had ever given her such a passionate thrill.
I'm sure I can just go and go! she thought, dreamily. I have to prove I can be a good, hot bed-partner. With hired men it didn't make any difference. This is very important!
His bigness slid to the very core of her womanly depths. A throbbing wave of delight made her legs tighten on him, and sugary contractions of her love-core tore a cry from her throat.
This was the answer to so many dreams and wishes, so many hopes. She thought of all her lonely years and the gush of her joy grew even sweeter.
"Ohhh-ohhh ... Carl!" she panted.
He didn't answer; he continued to kiss her nipples, bringing them up into fiery peaks. He drew out and then sank his rigidity into her a-gain. Slowly, again-wonderfully again! She met his strokes, as tiny waves of rapture made her whole body glow.
The voluptuous snugness of him was more than she could bear. Little nerve-ends quivered; her tension mounted. The bed went up and down, up and down, sighing out a song of pleasure.
Ohhh-it was starting.' Ohhh-just a little more ... just a few deep thrusts....
I wanted to hold it, but now I can't! I'm going off! But I know I can again ... and again .
The heaven came in quick little stabs, convulsive and explosive. She seemed to be jerking and twisting all over. It didn't come in her pelvic areas alone, it came sweetly to every part of her being. She had never dreamed it could be so complete, so shiveringly total.
"Ohhhh-ohhhh!" she cried, as the voluptuous pulsings went on and on.
Each throb soared her higher, higher until she was floating in his arms, swinging her bottom, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Nothing had ever been like that!
Finally, she quieted, resting while she regained her breath. And he was still big and hard inside her!
"Ohhh-Carl!" she whispered. "Ohhhhh....
I want to please you!"
Poised above her, his eyes warm with passion, he smiled.
"You are, darling," he breathed. "You certainly arel
"But...."
"I want you to have it again, sweet...."
"Ohhh-yes!"
She was free to move, now. She started the up-swings, slowly. Her nerves gathered for another storm. Everything was so close and hot and good. There was new meaning in her motions. She wasn't using a paid escort to satisfy her own selfish needs; she was intent on pleasing her man, her own big male.
Ohh ... like that ... and that ... and that! More of it, around and around, up and up, now resting while the shivers grew keener, then up and up again, again....
Golden moments ticked away. When she felt the sweet bunchings start, she held, aware of his quickening interest, the exquisite swelling of his manhood.
Just a little more ... carefully, slowly....
Play with it, make it good. Her hunger was a rich flame.
Ohhhhalmost ... almost ... not yet ... up, up, up ... ohhh almost again ... and....
Suddenly he gripped her and the sweep of him into her depths was wild and tempestuous. The honey poured from her bodyand they reached the high point together....
The swift wrenching, like a hurricane in her loins, made her shout and shout. And far away she heard his moan, felt the gush of his virility into her seething depths. Her answering throbs transcended anything she had ever known. The heavenly claspings, the exquisite heavings, rich and full, answered all her desperate dreams and wishes....
And right at the peak of her sensation, he seemed to find an extra-sensitive place deep inside. Another gust of passion shook her-another storm of pulsings tore at her loins.
"Ohhhhhh-OH ... OH ... OHHHH!" she cried.
They were side by side, now. Close and warm.
"Was that good for you, darling?" he whispered, his hand on her vee.
"Ohhh heavenly!" she breathed.
"I've never had it so good, Jean. Never."
She kissed his throat and whispered in his ear. "I never did, either, honey." She giggled, teasing her hand down on his loins, holding him. "And pretty soon I want that nice big wonderful thing inside me again...."
He chuckled. "You'll get it, sweet. You'll get it."
She sighed. She felt him stir and enlarge. Hips Sampson finally had her wish. She hoped Colleen and Sam were happy, and she couldn't even think badly of Donna.
"Do you want me on top, honey?" she whispered.
He cupped a breast. "Well, why not?"