Chapter 14
Mario Richards told Jamison Delon, "One thing I've got to give you credit for: the way you dance makes all the other men around this place look like clubfooted farm boys."
"Thank you," Jamison murmured, continuing his strong lead as they danced despite Mario's frequent little attempts to take that lead from him. He told her, "One main reason you like dancing with me is that I force you to follow my lead at all times. You're not used to having any man dominate you, at least not continuously, not even for the length of the average piece dance music."
"Is that a fact," Mario murmured wryly.
"Yes," Jamison declared, and said no more.
When the music ended again, momentarily, Jamison stepped back away from her and glanced around. Then he told her, "The other men may not be the greatest as dance partners, but it appears all the others have other skills of some kind that seem to interest most women even more than dancing. Frankly I envy them."
"You?" Mario asked with a sudden half frown, half smile as she looked at him unbelievingly.
Jamison nodded. "That's right. Do you think I enjoy being put down as an effeminate freak?"
An impish gleam flashed into Mario's eyes. She demanded, "Does that mean you'd enjoy making love to a woman, like those other men are probably off somewhere doing?"
"Of course I'd enjoy making love to a woman," Jamison told her with unconcealed irritation. "I'm not a sexless monstrosity, despite my physical limitations."
"Physical limitations?" Mario repeated instantly.
Jamison nodded unhappily, then declared, "Some people are born with weak eyes. Some with a withered arm or a lame leg. There are all kinds of physical limitations."
Mario looked at him narrowly, murmuring, "Your eyes seem fine. From the way you dance it's obvious there's nothing wrong with either of your legs. And your arms look just as perfect. So your problem must be a penis you think is much too small. Right?"
A new record started. As if he hadn't heard her question, Jamison asked, "Shall we dance some more?"
"Hell no!" Mario snapped.
Jamison gave her a startled look of surprise.
Mario said, "We're talking about doing something a lot more fun and more exciting than dancing." She linked her arm through one of Jamison's abruptly and turned him away from the lighted patio with her. He followed her lead rather reluctantly.
Jamison told her, "Saying I'd enjoy making love to a woman is one thing. Saying I'm ready to risk trying such a thing is something else entirely."
"What risk?" Mario demanded. "What's the risk in making love to a woman if she hasn't got some disease and she's intelligent enough to observe modern birth control techniques?"
Jamison said rather sullenly, "A man may have risks to face no woman ever has to worry about."
"Are you afraid of being laughed at?" Mario demanded. "Do you think your cock's so small most women would laugh at you if they saw it?"
Jamison gasped, "I didn't say that!"
"You didn't have to," Mario told him.
"Then how did you guess?"
"I just happen to have been around quite a bit," Mario said quietly. "I've learned there's no other one thing more men worry about than that their cock isn't big enough."
Again sounding alarmed, Jamison suddenly asked, "Where're we going?"
"To your cabin, darling," Mario purred, hugging herself against Jamison's arm. "I have a hunch my cabin's already in use, as long as my husband's been gone with our hostess. On the other hand, your wife's somewhere away up in the wild blue yonder with that Dixson character. So your cabin ought to be a perfect place to get better acquainted. Don't you think so?"
Jamison gave her a searching glance as they walked on along the shadowy path under the towering pines which stood guard over all the scattered guest cabins. Almost timidly he asked, "Do you enjoy oral lovemaking? I mean, being made love to that way? Orally?"
"I love it!" Mario exclaimed. "And a good thing, too. My husband hasn't made love to me any other way except orally for two or three years. The way I've figured it out-because he's refused to talk about it with me-he'd rather save all the wear and tear on his joystick he possibly can so it'll always be grandly ready for use on the various young female starlets at the studio. But I've never complained. After all, why should I? I have several lovers who more than make up for everything he denies me. Being generous, I've found, usually pays handsome dividends."
"Then it'll be all right if I only make oral love to you?" Jamison insisted.
"Darling, whatever you enjoy most will be just great by me," Mario assured him.
Minutes later, when they undressed in the bedroom of Jamison's cabin, he left his shorts on. Mario gently chided, "You can't be planning to make love with your clothes on, darling?"
Soberly Jamison told her, "I'll feel far more comfortable this way-if you don't mind too much?"
Mario chuckled, then murmured, "I think we're going to have to have a long talk about your hangup, sweetie. But we can let that wait until we're better acquainted. Maybe then you'll find it easier to trust me."
Suddenly taking command like he had in taking the lead while they danced, Jamison stepped in close and gathered Mario's naked body to him in his arms, murmuring as her luscious bare tits were pressed against his naked chest, "You seem very understanding, for a woman."
That brought a merry giggle out of her as she exclaimed, "Oh, some of us girls are almost human."
Jamison brought his lips down upon Mario's before she could say any more. She experienced instant amazement; his lips felt masculine and strong. They were more gentle than many men's, but in no way effeminate. The moist hotness of them with their gentleness felt surprisingly good to her. Mario found herself suddenly kissing back with abruptly rising passion.
Jamison's feverish tongue thrust suddenly through Mario's lips. Past her teeth. Into her mouth, caressingly. Mario's tongue rose to greet his, to twine with it in a slippery embrace that reminded Mario a little of the feeling of a good hard cock in her cunt. The image sent her blood pressure soaring. Her arms tightened around Jamison, pulling her belly against his more tightly. She began grinding her cunt against him. She felt a lump of answering excitement, his cock trapped inside his shorts. It felt like it might not be as big as many cocks Mario was acquainted with, but it was plenty big enough to begin creating some terribly good friction on her rigid clitoris. But she felt uncertainty flash through Jamison, felt him start to loosen the hold of his arms around her, start to withdraw his caressing tongue from her mouth and to draw away.
She beat him to it, abruptly pushing herself away from him and whirling with a merry shriek to go rushing to the bed. She threw herself down upon it crosswise, pulling her feet up on the edge of the mattress, knees high in the air and open wide. Breathlessly she gasped, "You are the most, darling! Just the very most! I simply can't understand why you act so shy. I'm beginning to get an increasingly strong feeling that you're probably just a terrific lover! Just terrific!"
Jamison smiled quietly, obviously pleased more than a little by her words of praise, but said nothing as he got down upon his knees beside the bed, almost as if to pray. He thrust his head in between Mario's legs. He began kissing and licking the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, skipping back and forth from one to the other, working his way slowly but steadily downward.
Breathlessly Mario demanded, "Has anyone ever told you before that you have a magnificent mouth?"
Jamison kept right on with his kissing and licking. But he sent one of his fingers to gently stroke at the lips of Mario's cunt. She moaned quietly and felt a gush of hot love-honey triggered in her cunt. As if he knew, his caressing finger abruptly thrust through the slippery lips to dip into those juices as they flowed outward. That brought a louder moan from Mario and she raised her cunt toward his hand with small humping motions.
But Jamison seemed to misinterpret her invitation; he withdrew his finger from her cunt. Mario's head came up off the mattress, words of protest ready to tumble from her lips. Instead a startled grunt came out of her explosively as she suddenly felt that same finger start caressing her asshole! Instantly Jamison murmured soothingly, "Relax, love. If you've never had this done to you before, trust me for just a minute until I get my finger in. Then you'll begin getting a really groovy sensation. Just relax."
His finger, slippery with the juices from Mario's cunt went sliding smoothly into her ass. Mario gasped.
Then she felt his thumb being thrust gently into her lower cunt. It went into her to meet the tip of the finger in her ass. Between the two digits, in the thin wall of tissue between bowel and vagina, he seemed to find a whole cable of nerves. He began caressing it between his fingertip and thumb. The sensation that went roaring through Mario was a mind-blower. A long, wavering moan came out of her.
Abruptly Jamison's hot mouth closed upon Mario's upper cunt. She screamed at the shock of ecstatic anguish that went roaring through her senses as he began sucking and licking at her burning clitoris. Mario's hands flew to her hair, clutching at it, pulling at it, as if trying to keep the top of her head from being blown off.
But her cunt was where she exploded. Her cunt and rectum and whole lower belly suddenly began working, struggling in the delightfully agonizing spasms of relentless pulsations as an orgasmic storm shook her. Almost instantly it had Mario teetering on the fine edge of a black chasm, ready to black out if that raging storm of sensation increased in intensity a mere fraction more.
Fingers closed suddenly upon the nipple of Mario's right tit, giving the rigid nipple a gentle pull. That furious storm of sensation within her soared, yet the blackness she'd expected still did not overwhelm her. Only her screams changed, becoming more anguished as her whole lower body seemed to go berserk, her cunt and belly muscles pulsating even more furiously than before. Mario felt she was dissolving, her flesh becoming a molten blob of boiling, bubbling sensation as she lay there writhing and jerking convulsively in the throes of the excruciating delights of multiple orgasm, the ending of one blended almost indistinguishably into the beginning of another as she kept on coming and coming and coming and coming and concatenatedly coming still again.