Chapter 6

Bob Hudson waded back into the warm water of the hot springs pool until the surface made a line across his belly just above the upper border of his pubic hair. He paused there, rubbing gently with one hand at his balls and cock to wash off the dried juices of Gloria's luscious cunt. They'd dozed off there on their grassy bed together, still firmly coupled. But minutes ago he'd awakened, feeling cool because the sun had traveled enough to put them outside its warmth and into the shade now cast by nearby trees. His cock had wilted and fallen out of its warm nest, too; it had been coated with peeling white flakes, like a short length of whitewashed broom handle.

As Bob washed himself, a small, warm hand suddenly was thrust forward from behind him. Jealousy it pushed his hand away from his limp cock. Possessively it closed around that withered tower of masculine pride.

Pleasantly surprised, Bob glanced around. Gloria was there, smiling up at him quietly. He asked, "Have a good nap?"

"Never had better," she murmured. She began caressing his limp cock; suddenly it no longer was limp. In fact it was leaping to life like a startled forest fawn. She whispered, "I think maybe he really likes me. You see how eager he is to play games with me again?"

"He'd have to belong to a dead man if something that exciting didn't bring him snapping to attention," Bob chuckled.

Gloria raised her lips invitingly. He bowed his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers for a kiss as he turned to her. He lifted her in his arms, pressing her naked tits against his chest as their lips met.

Gloria's tongue came shooting through his lips into his mouth; their tongues locked together in a feverish caress. Her hand gripping his swelling cock began stroking the head of it against her clitoris.

With their mouths still locked together, she suddenly climbed him like a totem pole. When her cunt was just above the tip of Bob's now rigid cock, she locked her legs around him. She sent her hand speeding down to grip his cock again and guide the head of it into her cunt. She then let herself slide downward upon it until its entire length had disappeared into her belly.

She broke their kiss then, smiling up at him as she murmured, "You've been gone so long! Welcome home."

Then with her legs still locked around him, Gloria let herself lie back upon the water. Her big, ripe breasts flattened slightly, but still thrust upward invitingly, the saucy nipples flirting seductively with Bob's admiring eyes. Keeping her leg-lock around his body, she began grinding her pussy in against him, then pushing out, using the muscles of her satin-skinned thighs. Bob felt waves of pleasant sensation begin flashing through him like intensifying electric currents. Bob responded by grabbing both the cheeks of her luscious ass in his hands so he could help her grind her feverish cunt into him with each inward stroke.

Then something happened inside Gloria. It was like Bob had an electric hotshot stuck into her cunt instead of merely his cock. She began gyrating her cunt against him so wildly she started creating waves in the previously placid surface of the pool. Little moans of skyrocketing pleasure began rising from her. Her obvious excitement triggered a responding excitement in Bob; he began socking the cock to her faster and harder. She squealed in delight.

Again Bob responded with soaring excitement of his own, fucking her still faster and harder. Gloria began going out of her mind, her gyrations on Bob's cock growing wilder, more frantic, more terrific as she screamed and slammed her cunt back in against him, clearly asking for more.

By this time, Bob was starting to do a little yelling of his own. The workout he'd already had gave him a feeling of confidence that he wouldn't be firing his wad prematurely. But the sensations Gloria's wild gyrations were flooding his senses with had him feeling on the verge of tripping out.

Then Bob felt a shudder go through all the muscles of Gloria's fiery vaginal sheath and lower belly. That seemed to trigger the beginning of furious pulsations, all her cunt and belly muscles milking away desperately at his hard cock as she came. Her scream was almost strangled into silence by the constriction of her throat muscles. Her face twisted and writhed as if she was in the grip of mortal anguish. She forgot everything but her struggle upon the stiff cock. Several times she lost her buoyancy, letting her head and shoulders sink below the surface.

When her first orgasmic space shot ended, she cried, "Carry me back to dry ground quick, lover, and lay me down on the grass before I start again and drown! But don't stop fucking! Don't stop fucking, or I'll die for certain!"

Bob carried her back to their grassy bed on shore, chuckling as he murmured, "The sex researchers who claim a woman's later orgasms get progressively milder than her very first just never researched your sweet cunt, Gloria baby!"

"Keep fucking, darling! Just keep fucking!" she panted, clinging to him. "Keep fucking! Keep fucking! Keep fucking! Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Fresh spasms swept her. She seemed to go ape. She was in such a wild frenzy, Bob felt certain she was going to tear his cock clean out of her madly pulsating cunt before he could get the two of them stretched upon the grass again. He felt her nails digging into his shoulder blades. Her teeth were nipping rather convulsively at his chest, a rather mindless involuntary reflex that had Bob jittery, expecting she might sink them into him for a real bite at any instant.

Relief went through him when he stretched upon the grass before her teeth took a chunk out of his chest. The change in position forced her to raise her head away from him, to catch her weight on hands and knees, to keep up the furious fucking movements she seemed desperate to have continued.

The unlimited freedom of the new position was not wasted on her; she began wriggling her ass like a gaffed fish wriggling on the spear. All the action she was giving her cunt would have made an Egyptian mummy come. Bob felt the deliciously excruciating pressure beginning to soar within his cock and balls and whole lower belly. He began arching his back up off the ground to meet her furious thrusts, began trying to drive his tingling cock deeper into her than it ever had been before. She responded by blasting off into a whole new orgasm. She seemed to come harder than she had come any time before. Momentarily distracted again from his own building sensations, Bob made a mental note that what the sex books said about a woman's orgasms growing progressively weaker was a wagonload of horseshit. He found himself wondering how much more her body could take of such wild exertions?

Bob relaxed momentarily, letting his ass sink back down to the ground. Immediately Gloria's gyration became almost frantic, as if she feared he was going to stop. He grabbed her by both cheeks of her ass, forcing her to cool it at least a little. She wriggled under his hands like a frenzied trout on a hook, a scream of utter anguish tearing its way out of her taut throat.

Then her orgasm had run its course. She stopped struggling. Her eyes opened. She looked down at Bob, eyes dull as if with fatigue. A deep sigh came trembling out of her. She murmured wonderingly, "I just can't seem to get enough, now that I've finally had a taste."

Her arms and legs suddenly began trembling, as if too weak to support her weight, as if she was ready to collapse upon him. Bob suggested, "Why don't you let me do the work for awhile, sweetie?" He put his arms around her, pulling her downward until her whole weight was upon him, belly flattened against his, tits flattened against his chest. All that contact with so much of her lovely skin felt delicious to him. Holding her tightly to him, Bob rolled her over under himself, coming up over her in the saddle.

On hands and knees over her, Bob began by pulling his rigid cock almost entirely out of her, leaving only the swollen head of it in the feverish embrace of her cunt's lips. He made slow, tiny movements, caressing those sensitive lips of hers with the head of it but leaving her empty inside.

For one moment she just lay there limply as if exhausted, gasping for breath like a collapsed runner. Then without warning her legs suddenly came up off the grass, locked together around Bob's ass, then jerked him forward, driving his cock back into her cunt to its roots.

As the head of his cock touched bottom deep inside her, Gloria was gasping, "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! ... I'll die if you don't fuck me!"

Bob chuckled, "I couldn't let you die, sweetheart ... it'd give my guest ranch a bad name." He began drawing his cock slowly outward. Before he had it more than half out of her, Gloria's legs tensed around his ass, checking the movement. She seemed determined not to let him come as near to getting it clear out of her as he'd done a moment before.

Bob shoved it back into her so hard he rolled her ass up off the ground a little. He seemed to reach something deeper inside her than he'd ever reached. She gasped, but kept her legs firmly locked around him, demanding more.

Bob drew his cock out of her again as far as she would allow him, then sent it driving back into her harder than he had, his momentum lifting her ass even higher off the ground than before. She moaned, but her locked legs didn't loosen.

Bob began stroking his cock in and out of her rhythmically, using the maximum stroke would allow him. Under him, Gloria began wriggling her ass again, slowly at first but more and more frantically the longer he fucked her. Her low moans slowly rose into an almost continuous, gasping scream.

The way she responded to a man's cock in her cunt was fantastically exciting to Bob; he felt that delicious, irresistible pressure gathering again deep within the roots of his cock and throughout his whole lower belly. He began driving his cock into her furiously, his pelvis colliding so hard with that beak-like area of her pelvic bone that despite the padding of her hair-covered Venus mound over it he felt surprise in a remote corner of his mind that it didn't hurt both of them.

Bob felt his furiously fucking cock begin to expand, swelling even bigger in her steaming, delicious cunt. As if in response, she did something that tightened her whole slippery vaginal tube around his hammering piston, sending a soaring new quality of pleasurable sensation sweeping outward from his cock into his loins and lower belly, then spreading onward until it reached throughout his entire body. It brought a strangled yell from Bob. He knew he'd passed the point of no return this time; he was coming! He could feel the inward ballooning of the final surge of pressure that would trigger the explosion. His senses reeled.

Under him, Gloria was arching her body up off the grass frantically to meet Bob's thrusting cock; little cries of anguished delight coming from her. As she thrust her ass upward off the grass, she momentarily relaxed her cunt grip upon Bob's swelling cock. When it was in her just as far as it possibly could be made to reach, all the muscles in her cunt clamped down tighter upon it than they had been before. Bob yelled as if the grip of her cunt was killing him, then a tremendous shudder flashed throughout his entire body; his cock exploded with a mighty first pulsation, blasting a fiery jet of his come juice against her tautly sensitive inner surfaces.

That triggered Gloria, driving a shrill, rising scream of passionate anguish out of her lower guts and up out of her twisted mouth. The tidal wave of passion that swept over her blacked out all consciousness of anything but the raging fiery sea of sensation. Mindlessly her hands clutched at Bob's naked back, her nails clawing into his flesh to leave bloody tracks of her passion.

In the saddle above her, Bob hammered his pulsating cock in and out of her blazing cunt desperately, as mindless as she was. It seemed every drop of moisture was being wrung out of every cell throughout his entire body by the relentless pumping of his cock. It was like a fire hose spraying jets of gasoline into the fiery furnace of Gloria's insatiably ravenous cunt. His flesh and bone seemed to be melting, seemed to be turning into molten liquid blazing with excruciating sensations of indescribable delight. He kept yelling mindlessly and fucking, kept fucking frantically and yelling as if in torment.

Finally the hurricane of passion exhausted itself. The next thing Bob knew, he found himself sprawled upon Gloria, nearly smothering her with the sweat-drenched blanket of his limp flesh. He struggled and finally managed to roll off to the grass beside her. He lay there gasping while strength trickled back into his body slowly. Of all the fucks he'd ever enjoyed, that fuck had been the fuck to end all fucks. Could there be anything more to look forward to?