Chapter 15
"Darling, you've just got to let me make it good for you, now!" Mario panted, after her frantic breathing quieted a little and some strength began to dribble back into her body after her marathon of orgasms finally ended.
Jamison was resting upon the bed beside her, now. She reached a hand to him, caressing his face lovingly. "Please fuck me, lover," she whispered pleadingly. "Please let me enjoy feeling you in me. Or at least let me try with my mouth to make it as good for you as you've just made it for me. Please, sweetie, please."
She moved her hand from his face, down his belly to the lump protruding in his shorts. Too late he realized the destination of her hand. He tried to draw away. Her hand closed upon him, closed upon his rigid cock hidden behind the shelter of his shorts.
Instantly Mario assured him, "Sweetheart, he's beautiful! He's a lot bigger than your finger. And longer, too! Isn't he?"
"Why, yes-I suppose so," Jamison nodded uncertainly, his hesitant words sounding breathless.
"Then why all the worry, darling?" Mario demanded. "A real lover who knows what he's doing can give a woman far greater pleasure just with his finger. Do you hear me? Just with his finger; more than most insensitive clods can create for her even though they have a cock three times that size. It's how you use it that really matters, darling-not how big or how long it is. Believe me! It's how you use it, and I'm just certain you could learn to use yours like a master lover, if you just made up your mind to do it. Won't you try?"
Jamison stared at Mario incredulously. Finally he demanded, his voice tense with pent-up feeling, "You aren't-aren't just-."
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing like-I mean but the truth, that's what I'm telling you, lover!" Mario interrupted. "You told me to just relax and trust you, awhile ago. Now it's your turn. You just trust me. Everything'll be just wonderful if you'll just believe in me."
Again he stared at her in silence for a moment. Finally Jamison murmured, "I've pretended to be a fag for twenty years, rather than risk the disaster of a woman's scorn."
"But what about your wife?" Mario asked. "She seems like a sophisticated woman."
"That's why I married her," Jamison nodded. "I'm in a position to help her in her career. And she's very sophisticated. Very sympathetic toward homosexuals, very understanding about their special problems."
"But isn't she just as understanding about the fears almost all men have about the size of their penis?" Mario suggested. "Surely she's told you-."
"She doesn't know a thing about that," Jamison interrupted. "I mean, not about my personal problems that way, at least. She accepted me as a homosexual when she married me and that's the only way it's ever been. We both had that understanding when we got married."
"How long ago?" Mario asked.
"Ten years."
"Married ten years to a man she's never made love to? Lord, but she is sophisticated! And I thought being married to a movie star was a pretty poor imitation of what real marriage ought to be."
"We both went into it with our eyes open. And our minds," Jamison said.
"Yeah, I know," Mario murmured, "but I still get a deep down gut feeling, even after all these years, that the whole marriage business would work out better if only more people tried getting into it with open hearts, then worked from there getting their eyes and minds open together. You haven't really enjoyed those ten years."
"No," Jamison admitted. "All I can say for those years is I haven't been laughed at, haven't seen scorn in some woman's eyes as she looked at me like I was some kind of cripple."
"I tell you that's all in your mind," Mario declared. "Forget all that nonsense, now. Put it out of your mind and just trust me," she directed firmly. With that, she reached inside Jamison's shorts, forcing them down with her wrist as she gently gripped his surprised cock.
Jamison gasped explosively and was about to protest. Mario shifted her body upon the bed, bringing her cunt to his cock. She threw one leg over him, opening her cunt wide. She dipped the head of Jamison' rigid cock into the slippery warmth. She stroked it back and forth in that delicious crack until it was thoroughly coated with her juices. She shifted it, then, to her clitoris. She moaned softly, then murmured, "Suck my tits, if you want to make it feel good to me, too."
Jamison grabbed for her tits with hands that were shaking with his excitement. But before he could catch them, she suggested, "Why don't you get rid of those damned shorts first, though? You don't need them any longer, lover."
Jamison nearly ripped his shorts, taking them off in such haste. As he threw them aside, Mario said, "Now just lay back on the bed, darling, and let me do the work. I'll tell you what you need to do. There's nothing to worry about."
Mario chuckled as she climbed astride Jamison. So he wouldn't misunderstand, she quickly told him, "You're so sweet and so eager it's pathetic. Before I'm through with you, you're going to hate yourself for all the years of good fucking you've wasted."
"You really think my thing's big enough to make sex good for a woman?" Jamison asked breathlessly.
"Half what you've got would be big enough if you'd learned how to use it, learned how to make love to a woman the way she needs to be made love to," Mario declared.
She settled herself over him. She lowered her belly until it came against his. Her educated cunt found Jamison's hardness. He groaned as her slippery lower lips closed around his tingling shaft. In amazement he felt her vaginal sheath resisting the head of his cock tightly as his virginal cock was pushed deeper and deeper into it. He groaned again, a long, sighing, delicious groan. Masturbation was the most terrific sensation he ever had experienced before this; already her velvet-lined cunt's firm grip around his penetrating cock was giving him sensations far beyond any he'd ever experienced in that quality of indescribable delightfulness.
Weakly Jamison raised his hands to clutch her tits. He brought them to his gasping mouth and sucked them in. That, too, was a new experience. Pleased surprise flashed through him. They tasted delicious!
Suddenly he felt Mario's pelvic bone pressing into his as she rubbed her greedy cunt against him. He realized he was in her as far as his cock could reach. And he was amazed because it felt like he was deeper in her than he'd ever imagined his cock would ever reach into a woman. His cock suddenly seemed to feel bigger in the tight, slippery grip of her glove-like sheath, and to feel longer, to be reaching into her farther, than seemed possible. A strange feeling of new self-esteem suddenly started rising within him.
Mario slid her smooth belly back and forth against Jamison's, a movement that made the head of his cock move deep within her. He felt that sensitive knob of his caressing mysteries he had never touched before within the cavern of her cunt.
Waves of sensation were mounting and crashing through him fantastically. He began gobbling at Mario's tits more eagerly than before, hopeful that he might be giving at least a small gift of similar sensation to her in return.
Then Mario began bobbing her ass up and down, stroking Jamison's cock in and out of that delightful tunnel of hers. He felt those inner waves of sensation building higher, growing wilder as they tossed his senses like a ship in a storm. He was amazed at the raging sea of sensation that sweet cunt of hers was giving him. Muffled groans came continuously from his tit-crammed mouth.
Then his excitement shot even higher as abruptly he heard a gasping moan come trembling out of Mario as she worked over him. She had been keeping the head of Jamison's short cock in almost constant, caressing contact with the exact places where it created the greatest amount of sensation possible within her. She had become caught up in an increasing storm of sensation all her own.
Her hips began pumping faster. She ground her belly against Jamison's harder. Her unmistakable excitement triggered a fantastic response of soaring intensity of sensation within him. He felt a fine trembling shaking his entire body. He could feel her belly growing as taut as his own with ballooning passion as hers slapped against his.
Delighted amazement flooded through him when a scream of ecstatic anguish ripped out of Mario and Jamison felt the fantastic surge of her muscles around his cock as she exploded into orgasm. It seemed like the greatest, like the most exciting accomplishment of his entire life. He felt pleased as he'd never felt before as she began riding him faster and harder, her cries rising louder.
Then Jamison's own storm of raging sensation began to overwhelm him. Even Mario's continuing screams seemed to fade. The inner pressure was becoming unbearable, excruciatingly delightful, agonizingly delicious. What she'd said about him hating himself flashed through his reeling mind. He knew she was right, now that he finally realized just what he had denied himself all the years past because of his unfounded, superstition-like fear.
But that thought, too, was swept away by the tidal waves of sensation thundering through him seeking release. He knew he was coming. A strangled yell tore its way up from his gut, through his constricted throat and out his anguished mouth. His senses reeled. He felt all that fantastic inner storm rushing toward the tingling head of his cock as that swollen knob plunged back and forth frantically in the relentless grip of Mario's fiery cunt. Then it exploded and came geysering from that pulsating knob, driving a frenzied yell of agony and of joyous triumph from Jamison. A cry that seemed to be boasting of the belated birth of his full manhood. He was filling the cunt of a woman with his male essence; filling the cunt of a woman he had triggered into orgasm ahead of his own.
He felt very near to blacking out as he struggled and strained in the throes of continuing orgasm. He wondered if dying might feel something like this. If it did ... but the thought was torn away by another crashing wave of sensation as something deep in Mario's cunt seemed to close upon the head of his cock and begin milking at it like a hot, moist little hand. His senses reeled again but he seemed powerless to stop. The howling storm of passion raged on and on and on.
When Mario's famished cunt finally had milked Jamison's pulsating cock dry, the thunderous sea of sensation began slowly to subside. Mario finally collapsed upon him. As she lay there panting, she murmured, "And you thought you didn't have all it takes to make it good for a woman. If it'd been any better, I think I'd be dead. And you might be in a lot of real trouble-for fucking me to death." She chuckled weakly and kissed him on the neck. "You're probably my first cherry."
"But I've got so much to learn, yet," Jamison panted.
"Don't sweat it, sweetie," Mario murmured. "When I pick a cherry, I take care of it right. We've got two whole weeks here on the ranch.
I'll give you an education before the end of that time that'll qualify you as a master lover wherever you go. I'll teach you how to drive that wife of yours crazy, how to make her worship the very ground you walk on. I'll teach you things-."
She broke off, lay there gasping for a moment, then repeated wearily, "Trust me, lover. Just don't sweat it."