Chapter 11
Half an hour passed, during which Maynord Dixson found himself beginning to enjoy the new experience of leisurely caressing a woman's body, of unhurriedly being loving to her with his hands and mouth and tongue. He was surprised to discover, during that same time, how much pleasure it was possible for him to experience from her responding caresses. He was amazed to realize he actually was enjoying himself more than he ever before had. Actually fucking a woman might have given him more intense sensations momentarily, but the total pleasure had been little more than momentary, too, while this was a new kind of pleasure that went on and on and on. And a few times when Helene had given his stiff cock a long, wet lick or given the head of it a loving kiss, the sensations had seemed almost as intense as any he'd ever known. And never in his whole life could he remember having ever been as sexually steamed up as he felt now. She'd sure told it straight; it was time well spent.
Finally Helene said, "Why don't you stretch out on your back, now?"
He felt sure he knew what was coming. He found a fine trembling of taut anticipation at work throughout all his belly muscles. He quickly did as she suggested.
Helene climbed astride Maynord. She hardly made it before his hands caught her swinging breasts. He pressed them together, bringing the nipples close. His hungry lips closed upon both tingling nipples. He began sucking at them greedily, his tongue licking and slurping around and between them. She smiled to herself, in just half an hour of instruction he had learned how excitingly delicious a pair of nice tits in a man's mouth can be. He showed promise of being a fast learner.
The whole wild scene had Helene feeling excitement that was more intense than she could remember having felt for a long, long time. The very idea of being in a bed that was flying along so high in the sky without human hands on the controls seemed more fantastically exciting than any other adventure she'd ever been on. She wondered what many people on the earth far below would think if they only knew what was going on up here?
Another source of wild excitement was Helene's feeling that this was almost like she was going to take a brand fresh male cherry. Technically, of course, it couldn't be classed as a cherry because Maynord had fucked a woman before. But all his previous fucking had been little more than jacking off in some available woman's cunt; it had in no remote way resembled real lovemaking. This would be his very first fuck of that kind. Helene determined to make it an experience neither of them would ever forget.
The way Maynord was gobbling away at her tits, Helene wondered if he would notice the touch of her hand on his cock. She reached one hand down between their bellies when she had her body positioned right. Her fingers closed around Maynord's cock.
His mouth jerked away from her tits to let out a long, gasping, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Yes, he'd noticed. But almost instantly his lips sucked Helene's nipples back into his mouth like lips and mouth were parts of a big, hot suction cup.
Helene lowered her hips slightly, bringing her cunt close to her cock-filled hand. She brought the head of it into the hot, slippery crack of her drooling cunt. Again Maynord's mouth jerked away from her tits to let out a louder, longer, more agonizing, "Ah-h-h-h-h!!!"
Helene began stroking the swollen head of his cock back and forth in the hotness of her slippery crack, coating it with the slickness of her cunt's juices. That brought another wavering, long groan out of him like she was torturing him.
Abruptly he smothered the groan by pulling her tits back deep into his mouth. He began licking and sucking at them as if he was in a frenzy. The excitement and upward surge of sensation that created in Helene brought a moan out of her. A ravenous kind of longing began blazing throughout her feverish cunt. She'd known passion before, but she couldn't remember when the longing in her cunt had felt so intense. She had to have relief that only the delicious feeling of a hard male cock sliding deep within her could bring.
Helene guided Maynord's rigid penis through the swollen inner lips of her burning cunt. She guided it into the entrance to her tunnel of love, her steaming, smoking, burning vaginal sheath which was aching to grip his male hardness caressingly.
Then the hard downward thrust of Helene's hips drove Maynord's delicious hardness deep into the hungry depths of her cunt. As his cock went shooting into her, a muffled groan of ecstatic anguish came out of Maynord, despite the luscious tits filling his mouth. He groaned, then went right on sucking and licking frantically at those delicious tits of Helene's.
Meanwhile, that plunging cock of Maynord's touched something deep within Helene that shot a howl of anguished delight out of her that drowned out Maynord's muffled sounds of ecstasy. Helene moved her hips slightly, making two or three tiny thrusts but taking care to keep the good hardness of his delicious cock in continuous, caressing contact with that supersensitive spot deep within her.
The pressure of her inner excitement skyrocketed! It seemed impossible to her, they had been coupled so briefly, but Helene suddenly felt the excruciatingly delicious sensation that could mean only one thing: she was triggering off into orgasm. She found herself feeling like her eyeballs were being rolled backwards in her head! Talk about exquisite pain!
Other times, when Helene was in the saddle over her sex partner, she had ridden him wild and hard while she came. This time, however, was one of those indescribable times when she was coming so hard she felt almost paralyzed. Almost unable to move. Except for the terrific, involuntary movement pulsating throughout all the muscles of her whole lower belly. It was exquisite, excruciating torment!
Helene lost track of everything except that billowing mushroom of sensation exploding deep within her. It seemed to be exploding and rising higher, exploding and rising more, exploding again and rising even more, again and again and again, one time right after another. She felt as if she was melting into an armless, legless, formless molten blob of passionate, electrified sensation! That feeling so completely filled and saturated all her senses she lost all awareness of anything else. For a time she even lost awareness of Maynord's existence, except for that burning, wonderful, tortured, delicious, awful, delightful hardness she kept pistoning back and forth madly in her ravenous cunt. Its owner's face and identity had been swallowed up and disappeared in the blazing furnace of her passion. Only that exquisite hardness remained, pumping those waves of fiery sensation higher within the molten blob Helene seemed to have become. It was as if that pistoning hardness had become an integral part of her cunt, as if it could have no other owner.
Finally, Helene's hurricane of inner sensations began to ease. Slowly, awareness of a world beyond her still-weakly-pulsating cunt returned. She suddenly realized that Maynord had missed making the orgasmic trip with her entirely; he was still frantically gobbling away at her tits. She realized he'd probably never participated before in a woman's orgasm, so might not have known what was really happening even if he had been aware that something special was going on.
As increasing awareness of things other than her own burning cunt returned, Helene began picking up signals. She realized Maynord's turgid cock was beginning to swell even more, deep within her, signaling an imminent eruption. Helene knew that the longer she could hold Maynord right at the brink, without letting him plunge into the orgasmic volcano itself, the more he would treasure his memory of the experience. She stopped all her movements, giving the surging pressures of sensation within Maynord's burning cock a chance to subside a tiny bit.
Maynord kept right on gobbling away madly at her tits; he may have started late, but he obviously was fast developing an addiction. His fiery mouth, sucking so ravenously at Helene's tits, began creating fresh tides of terrific sensation within her. Mere moments before she'd finished a wild series of multiple orgasms to end all orgasms, yet she felt herself being tossed higher and higher by those burning waves beginning to rage again within her. Within no time at all they would have her back up there on the very brink of the crater, ready for another wild plunge into the volcano of passionate orgasm. She had to fight to hold herself and her cunt still long enough to give Maynord's delicious cock a chance to cool enough to postpone its eruption awhile longer.
But mere flesh can stand before the compulsions of passion only so long. Helene found herself beginning to thrust against his hardness again, despite herself. She drew that delicious hardness of his out until only the head of it was still gripped by her cunt's outer lips. She drove it back into her depths as far as she could make it go. Again and again and again she drove his delightful piston back and forth through her tingling cylinder. Her growing inner floods of sensation threatened to become a tidal wave again. Its thunderous breakers went crashing through her senses! Excruciating! Delicious! Wild! She found herself feeling insatiable.
Helene fought to keep from giving way before her new torrents of sensation. She struggled to retain her awareness of the signals that Maynord's grand hardness sent out as it pistoned madly back and forth in her cunt. She was determined to keep him teetering on the very brink of orgasm for so long before she let him finally experience the ultimate eruption he sought that never would he be able to forget the delicious torment.
She'd heard of Hindu men using a technique of mental distraction to prolong their powers to extend their limits of endurance in a marathon fuck. She began trying to force her mind away from the growing hurricane of sensation swirling within her, began trying to crowd out all thought of that by filling her mind with other thoughts. She'd heard that the human mind has only power to focus upon but one thought at a time. She discovered that it also had the capacity to shift its focus from one thought to another very nearly as fast as the speed of light, that it can register attention on countless thoughts in a very brief span of time. Therefore her effort to keep it fixed on thoughts other than those relating to her almost overpowering storm of inner sensations required a mental discipline such as she'd never had to exert before. But she discovered it was within the realm of the humanly possible.
Helene had seldom in her life worked at anything so hard. She kept her mind on new fashions, new hair styles, gossip, plans to travel, anything and everything but the sensations Maynord's cock pistoning back and forth in her cunt and his burning lips and tongue on her tits kept trying to build higher within her. She made that effort because she was determined that before Maynord Dixson got his cock out of her cunt, he was going to have had an experience that would addict him to fucking a woman lovingly or not at all the remaining years of his life.
Despite the surging hurricane of sensation trying to build beyond the point of any control within her belly, she struggled, maintaining a fragile control over her own seething passion as well as over Maynord's. The muffled groaning seeping out from between his lips and her tits became continuous. An anguished cry that pleaded for relief from the torture of the excruciatingly delicious pressures raging within him.
When it finally seemed inhuman to Helene to keep him hanging there on that trembling brink any longer, she eliminated the cooling pauses from her thrusting of her ravenous cunt at him. She began riding him steadily. She released her own mind from the desperate control she had forced upon it. She let it wallow and soar greedily in the raging storm of sensation thundering through her senses.
Then Helene felt Maynord's body under her begin to tremble with a fine, violent trembling. He began bowing his back up off the mattress, thrusting back at her frantically.
Suddenly she felt his cock swelling even more within her cunt's tight grip. The head of his cock felt like it was abruptly ballooning. There was a breathless split-second. Maynord exploded!
His mouth jerked away from Helene's tits. A choking, anguished yell tore its way hoarsely from his passion-constricted throat. Deep within her, Helene felt him erupting, sending fiery jet after jet of blazing male juices splattering over all her sensitive inner surfaces. She felt like her whole interior was being drenched in the continuing torrent.
Like a volcanic eruption on the ocean floor, it sent a tidal wave of sensation thundering through Helene. The waves of it tossed her consciousness like a chip of wood riding the crest of a flood, up, up, up, and away toward a chasm of blinding blackness. Helene's ecstatic scream blended into Maynord's anguished yell.
They kept humping each other desperately, kept fucking as fast and furious as they could make their straining bodies move. It thundered on and on and on. Finally the crashing torrents of sensation within each of them began reaching an excruciating intensity that approached nearer and nearer to being real pain. Terrible pain. Just before it finally reached that point, the exquisite inner anquish began to ease, the frantically pulsating muscles of his geysering cock and her cunt's furious milking grip upon it began to slow.
When the storm of mutual passion had finally passed, Helene and Maynord found their bodies bathed in sweat. In addition, their lower bellies were covered with a froth of their whipped cream-like love-juices. They were both gasping for breath like distance runners who had collapsed from their prolonged exertions.
When he finally was able to get enough breath to form words again, Maynord gasped, "You were right, sweets! I had no idea before tonight what fucking really ought to be like. Divorce that faggy husband you're wasting yourself on and marry me. I'll divorce that old moneybags I'm married to, even if it costs me my airline and everything else, if you'll only promise to marry me."
Helene put a finger across his lips to still him as she murmured lovingly, "Don't talk so crazy, sweetheart-even though I love it. But I can't let you do it. Your own wife probably can give you just as good a fuck as you've just had with me-."
"Never in a thousand years!" he interrupted emphatically.
"Don't bet your airline and everything else important to you on. it," Helene continued soothingly, "until you've at least tried fucking her with the warm heart and patience of a real lover. You'll be amazed at the miracle that works on any woman. I wish I had an exclusive patent on that kind of quality fucking, but I haven't. If a man's a real lover, he can enjoy that kind of a fuck with almost any woman. He just has to be lover enough to know how to handle each of them exactly right to build that kind of total response. I can't be honest and let you believe anything else, lover. Much as I'd love to."
"Fantastic!" Maynord sighed explosively. "You've got to be kidding."
"You accused me of kidding once before when I wasn't," Helene reminded him with a little chuckle. "Better try what I say before you knock it. Investigate."
"Fantastic!" Maynord exclaimed softly again. Then he murmured, "I wonder who's flying this plane? Maybe I'd better go see." As they uncoupled reluctantly he chuckled, "I lost all sense of time; we may be over Europe!"