Chapter 13

Bob Hudson had lost all awareness of anything except keeping the motion picture camera focused upon the incredible, indelible scene taking place right there before his astonished eyes. He wasn't even aware of the aching lump of feverish excitement created in the crotch of his trousers by his rigid cock trying to thrust its way through the restraining cloth.

At least he hadn't been aware of it until Tina Edwards' hand slid down across his belly and closed over that throbbing lump of imprisoned cock. Bob jumped, startled, then glanced around. He found Tina's merry eyes watching him closely. She whispered, "You don't seem too outraged about watching another man fuck hell out of your sweet little wifey. Maybe you've just discovered the same thing a lot of other men have-that it's a sight that can be erotic as hell?"

Bob tried to whisper something in response, but found his throat too congested with repressed excitement. He gulped trying to clear it, then nodded. Now that she nailed it down for him, he had to admit it had been more erotic than anything he'd ever witnessed, watching Brad Richards make sparks fly out of Alice's ass. His reaction startled him a little. According to everything he'd ever been taught, his reaction was completely unnatural.

Tina began caressing the taut lump trapped in his trousers. Bob shuddered, the upward surging sensation making him gasp. Tina said, "That action inside there is about over, at least for a few minutes. Why don't we go somewhere and start some action of our own? Deal?"

Bob nodded mutely. This scene Tina had led him to and helped record on movie film thoroughly blasted any argument he might have offered for not indulging her in everything she suggested.

Tina raised her hand from petting Bob's cock to grip him by the waistband of his trousers. Then she led him away into the darkness toward her own cabin.

A big log glowed and crackled in the fireplace of the Edwards' cabin. But Tina didn't even pause there in the front room; she led Bob straight to the bathroom before she released her grip on his trousers. She gestured at the king-size shower stall, cracking, "Let's make a clean start."

Moments later Bob stepped into the shower with her. As a cloud of steam began billowing around their heads, they began generating some other steam lower down, each of them lathering the other with soap. Tina suddenly began caressing Bob's cock, covering it with lather. He looked down at her with a wry grin, murmuring, "Probably doesn't look very impressive compared to a lot of cocks you've been on close terms with at those swap parties you and Pete have been attending."

"Don't worry about it," Tina told him, smiling. She gently stroked his cock a time or two, glanced down at it, then said quietly, "One thing a girl learns at those swap parties is ... the size of a man's equipment isn't nearly as important as whether or not he really knows how to use it. Whether or not he's learned there's a whole lot more to making sex good for a woman than just having a big cock. And you know something? Most of the guys with big cocks never seem to have learned that. So most of them are nearly total washouts as lovers. Guys with cocks half the size of yours who've learned how to use them to make sex really delicious to a woman can take the girls away from the stud whose only claim to fame as a lover is his big cock, every time."

Bob gave her a searching look of surprise, then demanded, "You're not putting me on? No pun intended."

Tina chuckled, shaking her head. He began lathering her luscious tits as she declared, "A woman will pick a man with a little cock who's taken the trouble to learn how to make sex romantic for her every time over a clod who thinks all he needs is his cock to qualify him as God's gift to all women."

They finished the shower, then rubbed each other down with big towels until their skins were tingling. Tina grinned at the special care Bob took drying her luscious, ripe breasts. "You men are all alike in at least two ways," she chuckled. "You all seem to think you'd be happier if you only had a bigger cock. Even the guys with horse-cocks always seem to wish their damned deformity was even bigger. And almost all of you seem to have a special thing about tits."

"It that bad?" Bob smiled. "The part about tits, I mean?"

"I didn't say that," she reminded and led the way back to the front room. She stacked records on the stereo and started the turntable, then turned to Bob, arms raised invitingly. "Let's dance."

Bob came to her, but instead of taking her into his arms he stopped in front of her and put both hands out, cupping her breasts in them. She stood waiting, lowering her arms. He bowed his head and kissed each nipple. As his lips touched them, each nipple began to pucker with awakened excitement. Bob glanced up at her, murmuring, "They taste delicious."

"Please be my guest," Tina invited lightly. "Your mouth on them feels delicious."

Bob returned his lips to first one, then the other nipple, nursing at each of them and teasing it with his tongue for a moment. That was all it took to bring both nipples rigidly erect.

The room was filled with soft music now, as pleasing to the ear as the scent of flowers is to the nose. Bob straightened. Tina glanced down at her excited nipples, then up at him. She wrinkled her nose at him as she declared, "My girls both think you're great. You don't act like they were made of rawhide. A lot of men don't seem to know that a woman's nipple is very tender and awfully sensitive. The jackasses bite our tits and act like they expect that to give us a big thrill. I always get an overpowering urge to knock their damned teeth out!"

Bob bowed his head again to give those nipples more of the kind of attention Tina seemed to appreciate. Her fingers suddenly began caressing his head, combing through his hair. She abruptly pulled his face more tightly against her tit. Then she released him as a fox trot began coming from the stereo. She went whirling away, hands clasped before her as if around the neck of a dancing partner. Bob moved to join her. She opened her arms to him in welcome, declaring, "This is the only way to dance the classic steps. Both partners naked, I mean."

"How so?" Bob asked, starting to take her into his arms and bring her naked body against his. She took him by surprise, abruptly putting her hands on his shoulders and giving an upward spring. The next instant Bob found her luscious cunt speared upon his rigid cock, linking their lower bellies firmly. She smiled up at him, declaring, "Now you can really give me that strong body-lead the classic steps require." Bob pulled her against himself firmly. As he took her whirling away in step with the music, she began alternately tensing and releasing the inner muscles of her cunt, making them start a milking action upon Bob's cock that almost made him lose the step.

She abruptly pressed very close against him, flattening her tits against Bob's chest. Her hands raised to clasp behind his neck. She pulled his face down to hers.

Their lips met. Almost instantly Tina's tongue thrust into Bob's mouth and embraced his tongue. Then it went flicking here and there excitedly, as if joyously exploring a new possession. It was strangely, wildly erotic and exciting, the way she did it to him.

Without a word, their mouths locked as firmly as Bob's cock in her cunt, they stopped dancing and went down upon the thickly carpeted floor together. They began rolling together upon it, back and forth in wild abandon, there before the fireplace.

As abruptly as that had started, it ended with Bob flat upon his back and Tina astride him. Bob caught her breasts in eager hands and brought them to his mouth. Her hips had started bobbing up and down, stroking his cock in and out of her excited, slippery cunt. But she paused briefly, moaning with pleasure, as Bob sucked her luscious nipples into his hot mouth together.

Then Tina began humping him again, adding a little twisting movement to her hip action. Bob gave a hard suck on her tits. Tina gasped and slapped her belly into his as she drove Bob's cock into her hungry cunt as deep as she could make it go.

It obviously felt delicious to her. She began pumping her cunt up and down on Bob's hard cock, moving faster and wilder, fucking him harder. Their bellies began making an audible slap each time they came together. She began pressing her tits down harder against Bob's mouth, telling him with body language that what he was doing to her nipples felt great to her and that she wanted more.

Bob began twirling the tip of his tongue around first one nipple, then the other, and sucking like his life depended on it. He felt a flash of something like an electrical current go through her cunt. A scream came out of her. Abruptly she almost entirely stopped her thrusting, her movements quieting to slow, short, gentle thrusts. But her scream became more anguished as every muscle in her cunt and lower belly pulsated frantically with her orgasm. To Bob's amazement, Tina's orgasm went on and on and on. He kept gobbling away at her tits and began raising his ass off the floor to meet her thrusts in an effort to make them harder.

Tina's great orgasm finally tapered off. Her cunt was still pulsating, milking weakly at Bob's cock, when she collapsed upon him as if she didn't have a bone left in her body. He found himself feeling pleased that he'd been able to send her on that kind of trip. It seemed like quite an accomplishment, considering all the variety of experience she'd had fucking different men at the swap parties she and Pete attended.

Her breathing began to quieten. Bob began using his belly muscles in a way he'd learned would make his cock give a throbbing jerk inside a woman's cunt. The second time he did it, Bob in turn suddenly felt a hot, moist little grip close upon the head of his cock as she tensed muscles deep within her vagina. It created a delicious sensation for him, telling him that what he was doing was feeling delicious to her. So Bob lay there quietly with her full weight resting upon him, his only movement those throbbing movements of the head of his cock buried deep within her. He felt the returning squeezes she was giving the head of his cock growing stronger as she revived.

Abruptly Tina raised her head off Bob's shoulder, looked down at him, then brought a hand to his head and entwined her fingers in his hair lovingly. She gave it a tug, then kissed him long and hungrily. Again her tongue caressed Bob's and all the inner surfaces of his mouth.

Finally she raised her mouth from his. She pushed up on hands and knees again, raising herself slowly away from him. As her tits came off Bob's chest and hung down invitingly toward his mouth again, Tina demanded, "What the hell did you do to me? I haven't come like that in I don't know when."

"What'd I do?" Bob asked wonderingly.

"You don't know?" she demanded. She shook her head again, then declared, "If that space rocket you blasted off inside me was an accident-I don't know-I may not be woman enough to survive the earthquake you might set off in my cunt when you were doing it on purpose!"

Again she tugged Bob's hair affectionately, then leaned down over him to deliver another quick kiss. As she straightened over him again she murmured, "I always knew your cock and my cunt would make a terrific combination. I've had my eye on you ever since Pete and I spent our first vacation here at the ranch five years ago. That's an awful long time for a girl to have to wait, lover man!"

"I wish I knew what I did right, just now," Bob told her. "I'd try to work on-."

Tina interrupted, declaring enthusiastically, "You did everything right, cowboy!" She gave Bob's cock a hard squeeze with her vaginal grip. He made the head of his cock give a little leap deep within her.

Bob murmured, "I wish I could guarantee that you haven't seen anything yet, but-."

Again she cut him off, suggesting excitedly, "Let's find out. You've got an oversized new charge of sensation beginning to build inside me already with those delicious little throbs you've been giving me with the head of your cock. And, incidentally, that's something a man who's so proud of his horse-cock can't do. If he tried, it'd feel like he was tearing your guts out, instead of feeling good like it does when you do it."

Abruptly Tina began thrusting at Bob again, her sweet cunt sliding back and forth smoothly on Bob's hard cock. Almost immediately she raised the tempo until their bellies again were clapping together as if applauding.

She checked the furious movement abruptly. She swung her shoulders, sending her tits swishing back and forth invitingly across Bob's lips.

Bob caught the luscious tits in both hands again and brought them together so he could suck both nipples into his mouth together. As he did, a long sighing moan of pleasure rose out of Tina.

Moving slowly, Tina began moving her hips again, making her ass rise and fall over Bob. This time, however, she seemed to be trying to move as slowly as possible as she drew his cock out of her cunt, then eased it back in until it could reach no farther.

At irregular intervals Tina paused, stopping her thrusts momentarily while she and Bob exchanged loving inner throbs and squeezes for several moments. At those times she always pressed her rich, ripe tits down harder against Bob's mouth and he in turn licked the hard nipples faster and sucked them harder. The combination seemed to always bring sharp gasps of pleasure out of Tina.

Bob discovered he could detect slight changes in that loving tunnel of her cunt, created by growing tension of her inner excitement. He discovered that the texture of the tissue inside that feverish sheath changed in a way that was perceptible to his cock as it moved slowly back and forth through that delicious tunnel of love. Those signals alerted him when Tina again approached that feverish pitch of inner tension that would trigger her into another orgasm.

She started alternating long, slow thrusts with short thrusts that moved the head of his cock no more than an inch while she ground her cunt against Bob with rotating hips and bobbing belly. At those times Bob could feel the head of his cock caressing something deep within her cunt; it felt like he imagined the lips of her cervix would probably feel.

Whatever it was, each time Bob's cock came into brief contact with it, Tina gasped and sometimes even moaned, obviously experiencing sensations of exquisite pleasure. And all her inner muscles tightened, momentarily gripping Bob's caressing cock more firmly. Those times gave him a more definite check on the signals he'd discovered. He soon felt confident she was building a charge of sexual excitement to a point where she would soon lose all control and go blasting off into another wild orgasmic explosion.

Just when Bob was expecting Tina's control to snap, however, she stopped all outward movement entirely and pulled her nipples away from his mouth abruptly. Inside she began working at his cock's sensitive head with that delicious hot, moist little hand, caressingly gripping and releasing and gripping again that tingling knob of his. Almost instantly Bob found himself doing the breathless gasping, found himself becoming more aware of the growing storm of sensation starting to build rapidly in his own belly. He demanded breathlessly, "What'n hell're you doing?"

Tina's face was drawn with tension that made her look as if she was in pain as she breathed raggedly, declaring, "You're making this trip with me, sweetheart! That's what I'm doing."

A sudden impulse flashed through Bob's mind; he sucked her rigid nipples into his mouth and nipped them lightly with his teeth as he moved abruptly under Tina, drawing his swollen cock almost out of her, then giving a thrust that drove it back into her trembling cunt as deep as it could go. Her head jerked back against her shoulders, a strangled scream tearing itself from her constricted throat. She began humping Bob frantically, fucking him faster and harder than she'd ever done before. Her ragged, agonized scream became louder and almost continuous. She became a real wild woman, riding Bob furiously.

Something about her response was frantically erotic to Bob. The mounting wave of sensation he had been feeling suddenly became a hurricane. Suddenly he lost almost all awareness of what Tina was doing, so caught up were all his senses in the storm of tingling passion that swept him. His whole center of awareness seemed to rush downward and lodge in his fantastically sensitive cock. He felt it swelling, swelling, swelling with excruciating sensation. Then it exploded, driving a yell out of Bob that drowned out Tina's scream. He arched his back off the floor desperately, trying to drive his geysering cock into that fiery cunt of Tina's.

Time and everything else blurred as Bob struggled in towering waves of excruciating sensation. The bounds of reality pulled inward, his total reality becoming that blazing cunt and his pistoning cock struggling desperately in it, its struggle creating even greater waves of blinding sensation. It seemed to go on and on and on and on and on, endlessly.

When the orgasmic storm began finally to ease, Bob discovered Tina still struggling weakly, low moans of anguish coming from her as she kept trying to fuck him more despite her obvious exhaustion. Both of them were drenched with sweat. He could feel her heart thumping within her as furiously as his own, which was pounding like a racing triphammer.

Bob wrapped his arms around Tina and pulled her down against himself tightly, forcing her to stop her continuing struggle. They lay there gasping together.

After their breathing had quieted a little, Bob realized suddenly that his cock had still not started wilting but lay deep in her now quiet cunt almost as hard as ever. He tensed the muscles that made the head of it jerk. Instantly Tina responded with a long, weary moan; despite the intensity of the storm just passed, it still felt delicious.