Chapter 4
Ransom sat staring up at Mario open mouthed with amazement. Finally he gathered the slack out of his chin, suddenly exclaiming, "Jeez! I never heard anything like that before. Are you sure most other women feel the way you say?"
"Don't take my word for it, sonny," Mario told him with unconcealed contempt. "Get your eyes and ears open. Watch the kind of men who keep their women running back to them again and again and again. The kind of lovers women worship more and more the longer they make love to them don't waste any time bragging to other men in locker rooms about conquests ; so you have to learn to listen harder than you do to the locker room big-mouths. You see, men who are really good at anything, the genuine experts, never feel any need to brag. Studying their style isn't easy because they don't spill everything they know through their mouths."
Ransom looked thoughtful, then nodded, admitting, "I know that's true about ball playing ; the better player a guy is, the less time he usually spends talking about how good he is and about what he's done to prove it."
"It's just as true, or even more so, of real lovers, sonny," Mario told him. "The really good ones never brag."
"I guess I've been listening to the wrong guys ... all my life," Ransom murmured soberly.
"Well-can I put this club down now?" Mario asked peevishly.
"Sure!" Ransom exclaimed explosively. After a brief pause he added, "I'm sorry I was so dumb and spoiled everything."
Mario smiled. Rather wryly, but a smile. She told him, "That sounds like there may be hope for you. So get your damned clothes off!"
Ransom stared up at her incredulously, then demanded, "You mean after what's happened-."
She interrupted, "Your bull-rushing-a-cow act turned me off, but good, that's for certain. But I know myself well enough to know if you're ready to behave yourself like a lover instead of a muscle-headed bull, I can get turned on hot as ever for you in no time at all. So get your damned clothes off, lover. Time's a-wasting!"
Ransom sat watching big-eyed while Mario started unbuttoning her blouse, letting the ripe, full tits within it begin peeking out. Suddenly he gulped, then began almost frantically unsnapping the fastenings of his Western shirt, baring his huge chest.
By the time he had stripped down to his shorts, his cock was so rigid it had thrust into the material of his shorts so hard it was hopelessly ensnared. But after a brief struggle Ransom got the shorts disentangled from his stiff cock. He threw them on top of his other discarded clothes as he glanced at Mario.
She had beaten him and stood waiting, naked and bright eyed with anticipation, her luscious boobs jutting out proudly from her chest, her hips and ass curving deliriously. Ransom's impulse was to rush at her and grab her; the slight ache in the side of his head plus the sting of her words following the impact of the club restrained his impulse.
"You don't go for my caveman act," he murmured with a quiet chuckle, "so what should I do, now that we're at this point?"
"You've just made a good beginning," she said softly with a smile that was wholly warm and giving. "Ask questions. That's the greatest compliment you can pay any woman; shows you don't lump all women together, don't think we're all exactly the same. Shows you know we're each distinct and separate individuals. Like men, each of us have different things we like having the opposite sex do to us. Each have different ways we like having the same things done to us."
She came down upon the grass beside him, stretching herself on one side, facing him. He stretched himself out faring her, eyes fixed in fascination upon her ripe breasts.
She said, "For starters, I like to have my tits kissed and licked and sucked."
With a sudden rush, Ransom gathered her tits in both hands and brought his open mouth to them as if intending to gulp them up. Instantly Mario's hand fastened firmly in the hair just above his forehead. She gave a sharp, backward jerk that sent a flash of pain knifing through his soaring passion, pulling his attention back to the whole of her and away from his fascination with her tits.
"Gently," she told him when she saw she had his attention. "Gently, lovingly, patiently. Remember?"
He nodded, licked his burning lips, then murmured, "I'm sorry. I'll try to remember. Gently-?"
"Lovingly."
"Patiently-?"
"Right. Greediness is wonderful. When you restrain it with patience. Hang loose. Take it slow and easy. Lovingly. Gently. Dig?"
He nodded. "Dig."
He brought the nipples of both tits to his eager mouth again, this time taking care to be gentle, to be loving. They disappeared into his feverish mouth. He began licking and sucking at them. A little gasp of pleasure came out of Mario. She whispered, "I knew your mouth would feel great. You've got all the best equipment, big boy! All you need is to learn how you'd really ought to use it."
Around the big, ripe tits filling his mouth, Ransom mumbled, "You just show me the plays, coach."
Mario gripped one of his big hands, folded all the fingers down except the forefinger, then guided it down to her cunt. She spread her legs, opening her steaming cunt to his finger, then moved the tip of that finger in slow, gentle strokes along the shaft of her clitoris. That brought a long, sighing moan of pleasure out of her. Then she murmured, "Your hands really are the greatest, when you're making them be gentle. All that restrained power in them makes them feel just that much more terrific. More exciting." Her voice was sounding breathless.
Then her guiding hand abandoned his big hand, leaving it all on its own. The next instant her fingers closed gently around the shaft of his rigid cock. The touch of her hand sent a contracting spasm shooting through his belly muscles deliriously. It was his turn to gasp.
"Do you like that?" she murmured.
"Talk about someone having great hands!" he panted. "I never felt anything like it!" He resumed sucking tits greedily.
"See how much deliciousness a bull misses out on?" she murmured, beginning to stroke his hard cock lovingly. The sensations her hand created sent a shudder through him. He began making little humping movements against her hand.
Mario shifted her body a little on the grass, then brought the head of his eager cock to her cunt. She threw her upper leg over his hip, opening her cunt wide. She dipped the head of his rigid shaft into the slippery warmth of those drooling lower lips of hers. After stroking it back and forth through her feverish crack several times, thoroughly coating the head of it with lubricating love-honey, she began stroking her clitoris with it, replacing his caressing finger. The moans this brought out of her were louder than before. In her hand, his cock seemed to suddenly swell and stretch even more, the sounds of her pleasure obviously exciting him even more than he'd been. She felt a fine trembling begin running through his entire body.
Suddenly he tore his hungry mouth away from her tits, gasping, "I've never been so fucking hot in my whole life! I've just never felt anything quite like this. I don't understand why I haven't creamed the whole outside of you already. If you try to put me inside now, I'll probably come."
"Then we'd better let him cool off a little," Mario said, moving her cunt away a little and removing her hand from his tingling cock.
"What?" Ransom protested.
"You don't want to come until I'm ready, too, do you?"
"God, I thought a woman just automatically came whenever she felt a man coming. Thought he hit some button she's got deep inside her somewhere," Ransom panted tightly.
Mario told him, "They may know everything about football in those locker rooms where you've gotten all your information, but they seem to know damned little of the real facts about women. I've got to be ready to come before you come, or I'll likely never come at all."
"So what the hell do we do?" Ransom panted desperately.
"Hang loose," she whipsered breathlessly.
"Just be patient with me. Remember? Keep loving me up. Keep on teasing me, like you've been doing. Suck my tits. Tickle my pussy. Fingerfuck me. When I'm so hot I simply can't stand it any longer, I'll put you in me and we'll blast off on a trip to inner space together."
"You're the coach," Ransom gasped, "but I've never felt this hot before. I may come without getting into you. Without you even touching me. I'm on my honeymoon, but I still haven't managed to catch my bride the first time. I'm so loaded with come-juice I don't think I can hold it."
"You poor darling!" Mario exclaimed. "I've been a beast, exactly like I accused you of being. Let me relieve all the unnatural pressure for you. Then we can get back to teaching you how a man really ought to make love to a woman."
"What do you mean?" Ransom asked breathlessly.
She was pulling her tits away from his caressing hands, getting up on her knees over him. She pushed him back flat upon the ground as she told him, "You just relax and let me help you."
Her hand closed around his rigid cock again. She bowed her head, bringing her mouth to the head of it.
Sounding alarmed, Ransom gasped, "You're gonna blow me? I thought only whores did a thing like that to a man? And even a lot of them refuse to do it, regardless of how much they're offered."
Mario, her lips right above the tip of his stiff cock, her hot breath bathing it erotically, told him, "From what I hear, most whores are man-haters. I think a woman probably needs to love a man to enjoy loving his cock with her mouth. It seems more intimate, more friendly, than having him in her cunt. You should feel flattered, lover. I wouldn't do this to just any man. But I plan on you becoming my prize pupil. See?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mario plunged the swollen head of Ransom's cock into her hot mouth. Almost instantly a strangled yell came out of him as the touch of her lips and tongue, sucking and licking at his cock's tingling head, triggered him and he began coming. His cock became like a gusher, geysering his dammed-up juices into her mouth, splattering them against the back of her throat, sending them cascading down her throat in a fiery torrent.
Greedily Mario nursed at his pulsating cock as if famished for the male juices she was drinking from it. She gulped and sucked and gulped again, nursing at him insatiably. Finally the powerful pulsations shuddering through his cock ended, but she kept right on sucking away at him until his swollen penis had been drained dry of the very last drop.
When at long last Mario raised her mouth from his now dry fountain, the freight of sensation her mouth had created throughout his root was so great it stood up from his belly almost as erect as before he came. She gave that hardness an approving glance as she wiped her lips with one hand. Then she murmured, "Now we've gotten rid of that unnatural distraction we can get on with our lesson."
Gustily Ransom sighed, then exclaimed, "Why didn't I find a teacher long ago who took care of distractions like that?" She chuckled with him, stretching herself beside him again so her tits were presented to his mouth.