Chapter 2
Bob Hudson let his eyes roam over the luscious hills and valleys of Gloria's beautiful, full-breasted body, then murmured, "You are the one who's really the most."
She gave him a pleased little smile and wrinkled her nose at him, then teased, "I'll bet you tell all your lady guests that."
Bob chuckled, then bowed his head over her nearest breast to kiss the nipple. Instantly it responded to the touch of his lips, the areole beginning to pucker as the nipple in its center began rapidly growing hard.
"Fantastic," she murmured. "I feel like I could get that hot all over again within-seconds."
Bob sucked the now rigid nipple into his mouth. A sharp gasp came out of her. One of her hands reached quickly for his head, the fingers clutching at his hair. "Don't you really think we ought to stop?" she gasped. "I really didn't mean to actually fuck you even the first time; I just got carried away. But I couldn't even make myself believe it was only an unavoidable accident if I fucked you twice. But, oh God, how I already want to! You'd better stop!"
Instead, Bob found her other nipple with his hand. He gently rolled that nipple between thumb and forefinger, then gave it a little pull. Her fingers tightened convulsively in his hair; she gasped and thrust upward against him with her lower belly, her back arching slightly off the ground.
Her response sent a wave of pleased satisfaction flashing through Bob Hudson; almost miraculously his limp cock suddenly began reviving, beginning to swell and lengthen again with renewed interest. He sucked and tongued the nipple in his mouth a little harder, at the same time putting a bit more pressure on the nipple he was rolling and pulling between thumb and forefinger.
A breathless whimper came from her, pleading, "Do you believe it's all right for me to keep on? What do you believe?"
Bob raised his mouth from the tit he'd been sucking but gave the excited nipple no respite, catching it instantly in the fingers of his other hand. As he continued his teasing of both rigid nipples, he told her, "I believe the truth of what Lady Chatterley's lover told her when she asked what he believed in. Remember?"
A panting gasp came out of her. "No! Tell me."
"Said he," Bob whispered, his own breath strangely short and growing shorter as his excitement again mounted, " 'I believe in being warm-hearted. I especially believe ... in being warm-hearted in love ... in fucking with a warm heart'."
She broke in, gasping, "I've failed so miserably on that score with poor Ransom. You just can't feel scared and warm-hearted at the same time."
As if she had not interrupted, Bob continued quoting, " ' I believe if all men would fuck only with warm hearts, and all women would give themselves warm-heartedly to be fucked and to enthusiastically fuck in return, everything would come all right'."
She again broke in, exclaiming breathlessly, "But I'm amazed to discover I can feel somewhat guilty, yet very warm-hearted toward you at the very same time."
And as if he had never interrupted, Bob concluded his free-style Quotation, " 'It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is indecent and immoral, that is death and idiocy'!"
"That's like poetry!" she exclaimed, then repeated her translation of what he'd just said, painting, "It's cold-hearted fucking that is indecent and immoral-that is death and idiocy."
Bob bowed his head again, bringing his mouth back to her tit, and sucked the taut nipple in as he released it from his fingers. She gasped softly, was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why has just the thought of fucking poor, dear Ransom turned me so cold-hearted? So cold with almost terror? Yet here I'm find myself so deliciously warm-hearted about fucking you and being fucked by you? With you I'm beginning to feel like I might even find myself turning into a nymphomaniac!"
Bob again replaced fingers for lips and tongue on her tit, murmuring, "You're only turning into what nature intended you to be, a healthy-minded, normal young woman filled with robust life's hot, sweet juices; something entirely different from being a nymphomaniac."
"I do hope so!" she gasped. "Because I don't seem able to stop myself. I'm feeling like I'd surely die if I couldn't fuck you again. And maybe even again after that. Maybe even again and again."
"Thank God," Bob advised her. "You're being helped to erase your old negative conditioning about fucking. Now you're being enabled to create a new, healthy conditioning about fucking and being fucked. After you've fucked me often enough so that new conditioning has a chance to become firmly established, you'll be able to fuck your husband just as warm-heartedly, or probably a whole lot more so, than you've found you're able to fuck me."
"Oh, dear God, I do hope so!" she panted, then was silent for a moment as she again arched her back to rub her drooling pussy up against the solid hardness of his now completely revived cock. Then sounding even more breathless, she exclaimed, "If this is curing the sickness in me that's blighting my marriage-and now that you've explained it to me, I just feel certain it is curing that-it really would be wicked of me to stop before I'm completely cured! Wouldn't it?"
"Of course it would be," Bob soothed. "A lack of joy in fucking is a lack of joy in life, a lack of thankfulness for life, a lack of life. And a lack of life is death. And the ultimate wickedness has always been for a creature of free choice to choose death when offered a choice between life and death. That is real immorality."
"You're so reassuring!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh, thank God Ransom and I came here, of all the places we might've gone on our honeymoon, where I'd found you and have the privilege of being straightened out."
One of her hands suddenly was on Bob's lower belly, then moving uncertainly on downward, making his belly muscles knot deliriously with soaring excitement. Then her fingers were closing timidly around the hardness of his rigid cock. She whispered, "You feel so good to me. I can hardly wait to have your goodness buried deep, deep within me again. I'd just never dreamed anything could possibly feel quite that delicious to me."
Suddenly, without waiting for any word of invitation from him, she came off the ground. Demandingly she pushed Bob down upon his back and quickly straddled him on her hands and knees. Again one of her hands closed around the hard rod of his cock, this time all timidity or uncertainty gone. Hurriedly she guided the swollen head of that hardness to the drooling lips of her feverish cunt. She stroked it almost impatiently back and forth through that slippery slit, then used his, by then slippery, knob to caress her clitoris. Anguished little moans of exquisite pleasure came from her taut lips as she did it.
Another sudden shift sent the head of his cock to the steaming portal to her tunnel of love. Bob's lower belly tingled with sensation; he felt the hot goodness of her juicy lower lips close caressingly around the head of his cock. She did have a delicious ass! Of course, what woman doesn't when she is using it warmheartedly?
She let her hips sink downward, driving Bob's throbbing cock into the sweet, feverish goodness of her luscious vaginal sheath. The flooding sensation sent a shudder of ecstasy through him. With it the thought flashed through, Why the hell didn't I start offering my female guests this service a long time ago? What a treasure of 24-carat nookie I've probably been missing out on!
Then their lower bellies kissed as she shoved his cock into her ravenous pussy to its very roots. With it buried there in her belly, she began a series of mini-movements, making only the very head of it move deep within her.
Voluptuous sighs came trembling out of her, trailing off into a little moan. She ground her rich muff of pubic hair into Bob's as if trying to make the flesh from which it sprang merge into his and become one. Her response was so total it created a fantastic excitement within Bob's whole body; his cock felt to him like it was swelling bigger and stretching longer, inside her electrically alive hot-box, than he could remember it inside other women.
Bob grabbed both her luscious, ripe tits in his hands and brought them to his mouth. As he looked up at those lovely twins of richly sensuous flesh, they looked mouth-wateringly delicious. He sucked the rigid nipples in greedily. A delicious quiver went through the entire length of her vaginal sheath as it gripped his tingling penis. A little cry of pleasure burst out of her. She ground her lower belly harder against his, gasping wordlessly.
Abruptly she switched the pattern of her movements, drawing her cunt back until the flaring rim of the head of his cock had started forcing the tight outer lip of her cunt to open wider to let it out; then she drove it back into her depths with a lunge. Their bellies slapped together. Instantly she backed away, pulling it nearly all the way out again. Just before she lost her grip on its hardness, she sent it plunging back in again, making their bellies slap together once more.
One long stroke followed another, the tempo rather deliberate at first, the slaps of their bellies coming together resembling the sound of slow-clapping hands. A low, taut cry began rolling up out of her constricted throat almost continuously, growing louder as she kept his hard cock plunging in and out of her. The applause of their clapping bellies became faster and louder as she began fucking him harder and faster. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her face drawn with strain, the lips of her open mouth taut, her head rolled back on her shoulders as she hammered her cunt at him. She seemed to be in the grip of a frenzy, seemed to be determined to make that feverish cunt of hers devour that hard cock of his which she was driving back and forth so relentlessly through her sensation-electrified vaginal tunnel.
For his part, Bob was gulping and licking and sucking at her tits like they were sugar goodies and he was starving. They were covered with his foaming spittle and it was running down his own chin, just as his cock was covered with the foaming juices of her fiery cunt. Those same foaming juices were running downward to bathe his balls and funnel downward into the crack of his ass.
A strangled gasp came out of her abruptly. "I'm coming! Dear God, I'm-." She broke off into an unintelligible, wildly rising, Ah-h-h-h!" Bob felt all the muscles of her lower belly shudder as she broke off, like an electric jolt had shot through them. Then they were pulsating frantically. An anguished yell rose out of her.
Bob thrust his own pelvis up hard, burying his cock in her pulsating cunt to its very roots. With their pelvises virtually vulcanized together as one, he locked his arms around her and rolled them right over, bringing himself up over her, firmly in the saddle. He raised himself, at the same time shifting his hands, locking them under her buttocks so that as he raised himself, her ass was raised with him.
When he stopped the move, Bob was upright on his knees and her ass was, therefore, more than a foot off the ground. His cock was still buried to his balls in her frantically pulsating cunt as she continued coming. Only her head, neck, and shoulders remained on the grass.
He left her hanging there by her cunt around his rigid cock, removing his supporting hands to grip her thighs, spreading them until she looked like an acrobatic dancer doing a split in a semi-headstand. That opened her cunt wide before him. Droplets of frothy white pussy juice hung glistening from saturated pubic hair. Bob gripped her hips and shoved his cock into her a fraction further than it had been before, driving a little grunt out of her.
He then drew the instrument out of her slowly until only its very head remained half in, half out of hor slippery lower lips. He paused there with it not in yet not out. By tensing inner muscles he made it begin jerking rather rhythmically.
She began wriggling and writhing, then gasped, "For God's sake, are you trying to kill me? Put it back! Please, put it back, before I die. Shove it in me, darling! Please, shove it in me!"
Bob shoved it back into her an inch or two, then slowly pulled his cock back again until once more it was nearly out of her. Then he slowly shoved an inch back into her, then pulled slowly out again. It created added tension against the sensitive head of his cock which gave him indescribably wonderful sensations. Meanwhile, Gloria acted like she was going out of her mind, wriggling and writhing and thrashing around as she gasped and moaned almost convulsively.
Suddenly she gasped, "It's happening again!"
A strangled scream came out of her, then the muscles of her taut cunt again began milking frantically at his cock as another and even wilder orgasm swept her.
Bob shoved his cock back into her to its roots, gripped her firmly by the hips to hold them locked together, and flopped over on one side with her. He straightened his legs, then rolled up to a sitting position on the grass with her astraddle his lap, his legs sticking out behind her back. That position brought her beautiful tits back where he could get at them easily.
But for the moment, Bob brought his hands up to her tits, instead of to his mouth. He squeezed and pulled both nipples with his fingers. The pulsating muscles of Gloria's cunt began contracting harder; she seemed to begin coming even harder, milking away more frantically at the hardness of his cock buried to its balls in her belly.
After pulling and squeezing her nipples for a minute, Bob pushed her upper body backwards away from his, forcing her to thrust her hands to the ground behind her for support. Then he gripped her by the thighs, steadying her, controlling her, as he began making humping movements with his pelvis, making his cock move back and forth in short strokes deep within her. He could look down along his flat belly and watch as the root-end of his cock moved back and forth, in and out of her smoking hot cunt.
Gloria seemed to splash down from one trip into orgasmic orbit, only to start getting ready to blast off into another. She began wriggling her ass frantically against Bob's cock as he kept on giving her the short thrusts. He released his grip on her thighs, reached forward to her tits and caught the excited nipples in his fingers again for more rolling and squeezing and pulling. The wriggling of her ass against him became even more frantic. A new scream began quavering up out of her. Then she began hammering her ass at him in a frenzy of movements, forcing him to drop his hands from her tits and grab her by the hips again. He hung on for dear life, fearful that her wild pitching and rolling was going to tear his cock out of her cunt.
Bob gave a hard thrust with his pelvis that drove the crown of his cock into her deeper than ever. Deep within her he felt it seem to hit bottom somewhere beyond her uterus. She stiffened, her frenzied movements stopping short as if he'd touched some magic button, her scream becoming agonized; all the muscles throughout her cunt and lower belly began a desperate new storm of pulsations, milking furiously at the hardness of his cock which filled her.
That time the electric excitement of her frenzy began ballooning Bob's inner excitement beyond control. He felt the delicious pressure rising until it seemed unbearable. He began yelling himself, his cry of anguish blending into hers. He lost all awareness of everything except his throbbing cock struggling within her pulsating cunt as that balloon of sensation exploded somewhere in his own guts and sent his hot charge geysering into the depths of her guts. It was beautiful and agonizing, fantastic and the ultimate of fulfillment rolled into one excruciating, delightful moment that seemed endless.