Chapter 5
Ransom was just as eager as before about sucking Mario's excited nipples into his mouth. His tongue licked between and around them as he sucked, stirring up delicious sensations. Little murmurs of pleasure began coming from her.
Mario's hand closed around Ransom's rigid cock. Again she threw her leg up over his hip, opening her cunt wide and invitingly. She dipped the head of his swollen cock into the slippery delights of her superheated cunt, again stroking it back and forth through that luscious crack, coating it thickly with her love-honey. Her murmurs of pleasure became low moans.
She brought the head of his cock back to her clitoris. As she stroked her rigid little shaft with it, her moans grew louder. Ransom pulled his mouth away from her tits briefly to breathlessly declare, "I'm getting almost as steamed up as I was before, just listening to you, sweetie. Is it really feeling that good?"
She gasped, "You haven't heard anything yet, lover. You really turn my burners on full bore."
He started to suck her tits back into his greedy mouth, but she stopped him, pulling away slightly, ordering, "Turn flat on your back. Let me get on top now."
"You want to ride me?" Ransom demanded incredulously.
"Of course," Mario nodded breathlessly, pausing in her move to climb astride him; he remained on his side, facing her as before. "Don't tell me your male ego is so fragile it feels threatened by that idea?"
"But being up in the saddle is a man's place," Ransom protested.
"That may be what your locker room clowns and immature little boys think; that's NOT what real he-men and expert lovers think because they know better," she told him impatiently.
"But all animals-."
"Exactly!" she cut him off sharply. "If you're an animal and admit it, your place is in the saddle whenever you're fucking. But no animal fucks me; I'm a human female. Humans are the only members of the animal kingdom who have a choice of positions to use when they fuck. Did you ever spend any time thinking about that?"
"No," Ransom admitted reluctantly.
"Then think about it," she advised. "Doesn't it seem significant? Humans who only have about the same brain-power of animals, cavemen and that type, fuck like animals, the male always up in the saddle, always ready to prove by physical force that he can subdue the female. But more intelligent human males respect their women as equals. They don't regard her as a defeated enemy, as a conquest when they fuck her. They feel it's important for sex to be a source of mutual pleasure. They know that rape doesn't give a woman any pleasure. They're confident enough of their manhood they don't feel they need to prove anything by always grabbing the saddle for themselves. They're analytical enough to figure out that gravity as well as physiology and psychology work together to give a woman far greater pleasure and satisfaction when she's allowed at least equal time in the saddle. And they figure we're given choices about things for a purpose, part of which is our exercise of the power. So they frequently choose to give their woman partner the saddle position as an act of love for her, as well as a demonstration of complete confidence in their own manhood. You get it?"
"I think so," Ransom murmured, sounding unsure.
"A real man doesn't feel threatened by letting a woman ride him during sex. He doesn't feel any need to prove anything at all; his only interest is to create the greatest possible mutual pleasure. He knows that gravity pulls a woman's sex organs down, producing maximum contact, therefore her greatest possible pleasure, when she's in the saddle. Knowing that gives that kind of man his greatest possible pleasure, just like hearing the sounds I was making a little bit ago excited you, gave you greater pleasure. Dig?"
Ransom nodded, then flopped over on his back, an invitation to her to climb astride as he murmured, "Boy, have I had a head-full of screwed-up ideas!"
Mario chuckled as she straddled him, then declared, "So screwed-up you might've turned your bride into another frigid woman, if I hadn't happened along to straighten you out. So what do you say we get something straight between us," she chuckled again, "without wasting any more time?" She was over him. Her hips dipped, lowering her belly against his. The slippery lips of her educated cunt found the head of his ramrod with no need of assistance from her hand to grip and aim it. Ransom groaned with gusty gut-pleasure as her feverish cunt closed around his electrified cock. He groaned again as he felt the head of his tingling rod sliding smoothly into her velvety, hot tunnel.
His hands rose abruptly to clutch her tits, hanging invitingly directly over his face. He pressed them together. Ravenously yet gently he sucked both excited nipples into his feverish mouth. Greedily he began sucking and licking at them as he felt the head of his cock kiss something like he'd never felt before deep inside her. He felt her cunt-hair being rubbed into his, realized he was in her to his cock's very roots, and found himself enjoying the feeling of being in her deeper than he'd ever been into any other woman before. He realized his cock not only felt longer, felt like it was reaching into her farther, but also felt like it was swollen bigger, with greater excitement, than it had ever been. He was amazed at how much more sensation this coupling seemed to be giving him, and almost immediately after he'd already come once, at that. No other piece of ass he'd ever had came even close to this deliciousness. He wondered if letting Mario ride the saddle could make such a difference in the sensation he got being in her cunt, compared to any other cunt he'd ever been in? Lord, what he'd been missing out on with his fouled-up ideas about how to play the he-man!
Mario was sliding her smooth belly back and forth against Ransom's, making the head of his cock move deep within her. He felt the tingling head of his cock touching, caressing, things he had never felt inside a woman before. The waves of sensation she was building throughout his whole body were fantastic. He would have been ready to come if he'd been in any other woman's cunt this long, but this time he was really just getting started. At the same time he was enjoying greater floods of sensation than he'd ever experienced.
Ransom gobbled at Mario's ripe, luscious tits more greedily, his consciouness adrift upon a sea of sensation where he never before had adventured. Mario began stroking back and forth on the hardness of his sensation-gorged penis, drawing it slowly outward, then sending it slipping hungrily back into the feverish depths of her sweet cunt. The storm of sensation he was adrift upon grew wilder, his electrified waves of tingling roaring higher. He began feeling like his whole body was slipping into that juicy fiery tunnel into her inner body; his entire body was becoming so totally involved, so caught up, in the ocean of sensation that sweet cunt was giving him. Muffled moans and groans were coming almost continually from his tit-filled mouth.
Over Ransom, Mario was caught up in a growing storm of sensation all her own. She moved unhurriedly, sending the caressing head of his cock back again and again to the exact spots deep within her where its touch created the greatest additional sensation. Her world was narrowing, her awareness of everything beyond her tits and his hot mouth upon them fading.
With no conscious thought directing them, her hips began pumping faster; grinding her belly against his, then drawing back until his hardness almost escaped the caressing grip of her cunt. At the last instant she reversed direction, thrusting that thick magic wand back into the fiery depths of her raging inner excitement so fast their colliding bellies slapped together audibly. Again and again and again she swallowed that hot, fleshy sword of his passion, driving it to the very bottom of her vaginal throat. Her belly grew taut and tauter still with her ballooning passion until it burst, the explosion driving a scream of ecstatic anguish from her. And while she was tossed and shaken by her orgasmic storm, she rode Ransom ever more wildly.
He continued gobbling greedily at her tits, but her bucking, screaming frenzy over him popped his eyes open in amazement. He'd been enjoying a new-found sense of control, reveling in the wildest storm of sensation he'd ever experienced, yet finding himself able to extend his pleasure in it as he'd never done. He realized that a genuine female orgasm is something else he'd never participated in, that what he'd been deceived by were theatrical pretensions. He even felt a little alarmed by the fury, the utter abandon, of Mario's orgasmic storm. She seemed to be blowing her ever-loving mind! Yet he was flattered and pleased as he'd never been. He had actually been able to trigger a fantastic storm of passion in an attractive and experienced woman. It created a tingling sense of male accomplishment within him that seemed to multiply his own excitement amazingly. One instant he'd felt completely in control of the delightful sensations flooding through his consciousness, the next instant he felt he was having to struggle to maintain his balance on the very brink of orgasm. It was delicious torture.
Ransom forced his mind away from his sensations, determined to see how long he could control and extend this delightful agony. He had too recently experienced a new-found pride in the discovery that such control was within the realm of his command; he was determined not to let that proud discovery be snatched away and turned into a mockery. He wanted to terminate permanently his long membership in the fraternity of in-again-come-again buck rabbits and truly master the technique and skills of being a real lover. Mario had opened his eyes to exciting new worlds to conquer.
So Ransom forced himself to temporarily forget the delicious tits he was sucking and licking, to forget the luscious, steaming cunt his cock was wrestling in. Instead he thought of football plays, of running through desperate opposition to touchdowns. Anything but the tornado of rich sensation raging through his belly from his electrified cock being plunged in and out of Mario's superheated belly.
He played football in his mind like he'd never played before, yet never was quite able to entirely block out her renewed screams as each new orgasm swept her. Each time it happened, the pressure of his own inner excitement climbed a little higher. He'd never felt anything so fantastically delicious in his entire life before. Suddenly he knew this was part of the payoff for that patience Mario had told him is so important to fucking like an expert. Blundering amateurs like he'd been, like all the locker room Casanovas were, never experienced such a payoff even in their wildest dreams. This made the best fucking he'd experienced before seem like jacking off in a wet sock by comparison.
The inner pressure became completely unbearable when Ransom heard Mario scream with the beginning of her tenth orgasm. No broken-field touchdown run ever made by him or anyone else was gripping enough to keep his attention distracted now. Full awareness of the raging sea of sensation pounding his senses flooded through his mind, sweeping aside every other thought, numbing all ability to feel or think of anything else. The intensity of it was excruciating. There was just no way he could hold back any longer. He was coming. Coming like he'd never come before. A wild yell tore its way out of his guts and up through his constricted throat. Then he nearly blacked out as all that inner pressure exploded through his cock.