Chapter 8
A hunch prompted Bob Hudson to dance Gloria over near the shadowy corner of the patio where her young husband and Mario Richards seemed to be doing far more talking than dancing. Gloria's head was nestled on Bob's shoulder, the picture of utter bliss and total contentment; she was oblivious to their surroundings, her head filled with memories of the fuckings Bob had given her earlier that day.
She never heard the words that reached Bob's alert ears as Mario told Ransom peevishly, "For God's sake, junior, just because I fucked you and sucked your cock a time or two doesn't mean I'm about to take you on as a steady lover, far less consider divorcing my husband. I gave you a few pointers, but you need one hell of a lot of practice on them before I'd possibly be interested in a rematch. I'm not about to take on a steady job as tutor to a retarded sexual gorilla! Now, do I make myself clear enough? Or am I going to have to hunt up another club to get something through your skull? Huh?"
Ransom protested, "But you said I made it real good for you."
"A smart teacher always tries to build her student's self-confidence," Mario declared. "That doesn't mean she had any intention of going into business with him. Now get lost; there are other men around here I intend to check out and having you underfoot doesn't help."
"Do you enjoy being bitchy?" Ransom demanded.
"I won't try telling you how to play football, muscle head," she snapped, "so don't you try telling me how to be a woman. Huh? Now get lost or I swear I'll stop being nice and do something to really embarrass you."
Ransom stopped all pretense of dancing with her, dropping his hands to his sides as he stepped back. She turned her back on him and walked away quickly. The big football pro stood looking after her like he'd been kicked in the nuts.
Bob Hudson danced Gloria to the other corner of the patio out of Ransom's earshot. When he stopped dancing, Gloria raised her head from his shoulder in surprise, asking rather dazedly, "Did the music stop?"
"The music didn't, but we have," Bob told her. "Your groom just got his teeth kicked in; he needs you."
"But I love you," Gloria pouted. "How could you-."
Bob interrupted, "If you really love me, prove it!"
"Prove it, darling?"
"Get over there to your new husband and make him forget the low blow that Mario Richards bitch just gave him!"
"How could that possibly prove-."
"If Ransom leaves here feeling like he does now, the stories he'll tell about my ranch aren't likely to help my business one bit," Bob cut in on her to declare. "If you really love me, you wouldn't want him spreading bad-mouth stories about me or my ranch. Right?"
"Well-of course not-I guess."
"Then get busy. Do whatever you have to, but get Ransom's mind off the hurt that damned Mario just gave him."
"That'll prove to you how much I really love you?"
"That'll convince me, like nothing else you could possibly do," Bob assured her.
"All right," Gloria said with a toss of her head. "But only because I truly love you."
"Good girl!" Bob said approvingly. "Get in there and make old Ransom happy."
"Only because I truly love you," Gloria repeated as she started toward Ransom who still stood at the other side of the big patio looking forlorn and painfully alone. As she walked away, Bob looked after her, brought both hands up before himself and crossed his fingers hopefully. Then he headed back to mingle with his other guests. As he approached them, his eyes were searching for Alice. He was amazed when he didn't find her immediately; good old Alice was always on the job. She must have stepped into the lodge to see about something.
Ransom jerked as if startled and glanced around at Gloria in surprise when Gloria said, "Hi, there, tall, dark, and handsome. Isn't that our song they're playing?"
Ransom stared at her a moment, his eyes strangely intense. Abruptly he exclaimed, "You're one hell of a lot prettier that that bitch. And years younger, too. Who the hell does she think-." He caught himseelf, belatedly realizing he'd been thinking out loud. Instantly he tired to cover, declaring, "You're beautiful, gorgeous! It there any chance that I could get better acquainted with you?"
Gloria put on a rather sultry look, reminding, "You didn't seem at all that interested in getting better acquainted while we were in our cabin changing for dinner." She didn't add, of course, that had Ransom shown such interest, she'd have fought him off and ran, exactly as she'd been doing before but for an entirely new reason.
"I've been a lunk-headed fool, darling," Ransom admitted quietly. "I've at least learned a few things since this morning."
Gloria frowned, her conscience stabbing her suddenly. "Learned what things?" she asked hesitantly.
"Like why you've run and fought me off and acted scared shitless of me," Ransom told her hurriedly. "I know now it's been my fault entirely."
"It has?" Gloria echoed in amazement at the miraculous change in Ransom.
"You don't have to tell me; I admit it," Ransom declared, as if she had made a statement.
"I had the stupid kid-idea that's how a real he-man was supposed to come on. Like he was a bull going after a stupid cow. Only I know now: that technique may work great on cows but it's damned insanity when a man's out to make love to a beautiful sensitive woman. And darling, there's no woman alive anywhere quite as beautiful as you. Won't you give me another chance?"
Gloria stood staring at Ransom openmouthed. Suddenly all the terrific chemistry that had attracted her to Ransom the very first time she'd laid eyes on him came boiling back to full intensity. In a twinkling of an eye the infatuation created for Bob Hudson by the joyously extended fuckings he'd given her evaporated, leaving behind only the benefit of those experiences.
Gloria extended a hand to Ransom; he took it eagerly. He brought her into his arms and leaned down, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her as hungrily as ever before, but with a strangely restrained new gentleness that amazed her; the old chemistry between them was exactly the same, yet in some important ways Ransom seemed so different. He was letting her tongue overwhelm his, letting her tongue take the full initiative in the twining caresses.
Both of them were breathless when finally their lips parted. Gloria murmured, "Don't we have a cabin around here somewhere, lover man? I want to fuck you!"
It was Ransom's turn to gape in amazement.
But he managed to recover quickly, pulling the slack out of his chin to murmur, "I thought you'd never ask, gorgeous."
The instant their cabin door closed behind them, Gloria turned on Ransom and began unbuttoning his shirt, warning, "You'd just as well relax and enjoy it, big boy, because whether you like it or not, you're going to get fucked!"
Playfully, trying to conceal how thrilled he was by this exciting new responsiveness to him, Ransom promised, "I'll try not to yell too loud if you'll just promise you won't hurt me any more than you've got to."
She pulled his shirt off impatiently and tossed it aside, then attacked his belt, the waistband catch under it, and finally his trouser zipper. She pulled his pants and shorts down together. His excited cock came springing out at her like a jack-in-the-box springing a surprise.
Gloria paused, staring at Ransom's strutting penis as if fascinated, leaving his shorts and pants hanging around his knees. Impulsively she leaned forward abruptly and kissed the tip of it. Ransom's cock jerked and swelled even more with pleased surprise. Behind the rigid penis, its owner jerked too, his belly muscles knotting deliciously with the rush of sensation through them, making him gasp quietly.
Gloria raised her lips; a gleaming droplet of clear fluid popped out of his cock and hung there at the very tip of it where her caressing lips had been. Gloria stuck her tongue out until the tip of it touched the droplet and the droplet flowed to it. She drew it into her mouth, then glanced up at Ransom as she made small, rapid tasting smacks with her lips and tongue before she murmured, "You taste delicious!" Her lips made a kissing gesture at him.
She abruptly straightened, beginning to hurriedly unfasten her own clothing and pull it off as she suggested, "Let's start this beautiful occasion with our first shower together. Okay?"
Ransom's only answer was an eager nod as he began fighting to get his feet out of the boots he was wearing so he could get rid of the trousers and shorts hobbling him around the knees. Both of them were working to get rid of clothing so frantically it might have looked like a race, to a peeping-tom.
Gloria got rid of all her clothing first, despite Ransom's head start. She raced for the bathroom and the shower stall there just as Ransom jerked his feet free of his pants and shorts. He came charging after her.
As Ransom crowded himself through the shower stall doorway, he demanded, "Is this shower really necessary?"
Gloria told him, "Old Chinese proverb say, 'Lovers who often bathe together, often stay together.' "
Ransom thrust a hand into the stream of water she had turned on, testing its temperature, then twisted the shower head away from the wall where she had aimed it as he declared, "Far be it from me to argue with Chinese proverbs. Let the shower begin!" He sent the torrent of water shooting from the shower head spraying over both of them.
Then he picked up the bar of soap from its tray and began soaping Gloria's upper back and shoulders. She was amazed at how gentle his big strong hands were on her body, in contrast to the animalistic impatience he had exhibited during the earlier part of their honeymoon. She wondered if maybe that earlier impatience had all been merely her own warped imagination, if the thorough fucking Bob Hudson had given her simply had eliminated her fears so that now she wasn't misjudging Ransom's actions? She was entirely unaware, of course, of the whack on the head Mario Richards had given him with a club to knock some of the excess eagerness out of him.
Gloria felt like purring when Ransom eased his rigid cock up against the softness of her bottom and began rubbing it back and forth while he lathered up her shoulders with the soap. She started to turn herself to him. He surprised her even more than he already had, gripping her shoulders and stopping her move. He leaned close, nibbled one ear, and murmured, "A little birdie, out in the forest today, told me goodies are always sweetest when you let them sit on a back burner and simmer as long as possible."
Breathlessly she told him, "If I'm only simmering now, sweetheart, you'd better watch out when my burner gets turned up full blast!"
Ransom chuckled and went back to work with the soap. His lathered hands went in under her armpits, his fingertips caressing the very roots of her breasts at their beginning there. Gloria's elbows sprang outward from her sides, opening the area invitingly as if he'd touched a button. The touch of his gentle fingertips, even away back there, had sent lovely waves of sensation shimmering forward into the larger areas of her ripe, luscious tits. Her nipples began aching for the touch of those strong hands of his to keep coming forward. Gloria leaned back against him, grinding her ass against his hard cock's goodness, longing for him to send his hands on forward until a whole excited tit was cupped lovingly in each of them.
Ransom chuckled, as if reading her thoughts. He moved his hands downward along her sides, instead, covering the smooth flesh over her ribs with a coating of rich lather. She ground her ass back against his hardness impatiently, an exasperated little sigh coming sharply out of her. He chuckled again, amazed at his discovery of how much fun it really was to tease a woman, to make her boil with yearning for him, instead of scaring hell out of her by coming at her with a bull-rush.
As for Gloria, she already was starting a trip. Her whole body seemed to be glowing with a feverish electricity of delight. Twenty-four hours earlier she would have put anyone down as an acid-head who tried to tell her Ransom ever could stir up so much delicious sensation within her without ever touching her tits or her cunt. But she couldn't deny what she was feeling now and she was feeling it throughout every cell in her body. Her blood felt like it was becoming liquid fire.
Ransom worked his way downward over her sides and back and points on south until her lovely, curving ass was thoroughly lathered as well as the backs of her legs down to her knees. Then his hands reversed their direction, working back upwards, lathering the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The higher his caressing fingertips moved, the more Gloria's muscles throughout her lower belly knotted and writhed with anticipation.
Abruptly Gloria realized her knees felt like they were turning to rubber and her head was feeling so light she was getting almost giddy. She remembered having had her cunt licked fifty times by various other guys during her college years, yet couldn't remember ever having felt so hot as Ransom had her feeling now without having ever touched one of her real sexual parts. She found herself suddenly wondering if there was any danger of getting so hot she might then not be able to finally trigger off into orgasm? What an agonizingly exquisite, delightfully awful torment a situation like that would be!
His fingers now were lightly brushing against the farthest reaching curls of her pubic muff. Her whole belly began trembling with anticipation. Any second he had to move them a fraction higher, enough to send them caressingly across her asshole and her lower cunt. She was aching for the touch of Ransom's gentle fingertips there. Her cunt felt so hot it seemed impossible to her that it wasn't breathing out visible smoke or steam.
But instead of giving her that stroke she'd worked up such feverish longing for, Ransom suddenly withdrew his hands from her upper thighs entirely, declaring, "Time now to get the front of you lathered up."
"I can't stand any more!" Gloria gasped.
"You mean you haven't been enjoying what I've been doing?" Ransom asked quickly, pretending to misunderstand.
"Are you out of your mind? Asking such a thing!" she demanded, her breath coming and going in sharp gasps.
Ransom moved around in front of her, chuckling. Without warning his hands suddenly clamped gently over her cunt and one finger thrust caressingly into its drooling lips. A low, strangled moan came gusting out of Gloria. She weaved unsteadily upon her feet very close to blacking out before the tidal wave of delicious sensation that came roaring up through her body from her electrified cunt.
Ransom didn't seem to notice. Methodically he began lathering her cunt hair with the same patiently caressing strokes he had used on her back and legs. The difference was, however sensitive the flesh of Gloria's back and legs had been, it had been about as insensitive as a board compared to the sensitivity in her excited cunt. She grabbed the hair of her head, winding her fingers into it desperately, certain the billowing pressure of sensation within her was going to blast the top of her head right off. She felt herself melting into a mindless blob of seething sensation. What really amazed her was that she hadn't blasted off yet on the wildest, longest, hardest orgasm of her entire life. Was she never to be given any release from this mind-blowing hurricane of sensation?
Suddenly Ransom's caressing hands were gone from Gloria's blazing cunt. Her eyes popped open in alarm, words of protest ready to come tumbling from her lips. Then she realized his enchanted hands were merely moving on higher, gently spreading the bubbling trail of lather upward over her lower belly. But he had left her cunt burning with impatience to feel his electrifying touch again.
Gloria bit back her words of protest, her fiery impatience shot through with tingling delight. She'd never before experienced so much delicious sensation at any one time without having the head blown off of it by blasting off into orgasm. But this time her safety valve seemed to have been tied shut; the pressure of sensation became more and more intense, beyond anything she ever had experienced, yet it just went on building even more, without the relief of a single orgasm. It was excruciating anguish blended with exquisite pleasure.
Her breasts were suddenly burning again as Ransom's caressing hands spread the lather higher and nearer. Anticipation cracked through them like an electric charge. Her eager nipples thrust outward like tiny, rigid penises, as if each of them was straining to attract attention first. Again she felt that charge of anticipation skyrocketing the intensity of the tidal waves of sensation within her.
Then Ransom's fingertips were caressing the sides of Gloria's full, firm breasts. She moaned, her eyelids almost closing, her head tipping back as if her neck was too weak to hold it upright. He began drawing those gently caressing fingertips forward slowly along the swelling flesh of her breasts.
The closer his fingers approached to her nipples, the higher towered the roaring waves of sensation shaking her. Suddenly she thrust one of her own hands into her crotch and began frantically caressing her achingly rigid clitoris. Her hips began involuntarily making thrusting movements against her caressing hand. Her power of conscious thought seemed almost wiped out by the swirling torrent of incredibly intense sensation, yet something somewhere within her clamored for her to do something to trigger an orgasm that would bring relief.
As if to help her, Ransom's fingers closed at last upon Gloria's aching nipples and pulled them gently. It was like pulling both triggers on a double-barreled shotgun! Gloria blasted off with an anguished scream.
Ransom lifted her, bringing her body against his. In an act of blind instinct, her legs wrapped around him and she began frantically grinding her cunt against him. He let her settle downward. Suddenly even through the swirling daze of her orgasm, Gloria felt the deliciousness of her new husband's hard cock slipping into her pulsating cunt for the very first time.
The fresh flood of intense sensation seemed to trigger a fresh orgasm before her first double-barreled trip was even half burned out; it was like the second-stage of a space rocket going off inside her already pulsating cunt. Those furious pulsations became even more frantic, sending a scream tearing up out of her throat that sounded like she was being murdered. She felt herself teetering deliciously right on the fine edge of a plunge into black nothingness, her senses threatening to burn out with the continuing overload of sensation.
Ransom watched her writhing upon the stiff cock he'd buried to its roots in her cunt, and was almost frightened. She really seemed to have flipped her wig. He'd never in his life before sent a girl on a trip that had her carrying on half this crazy. He wasn't sure whether to feel proud of himself or alarmed.
He sidled out of the shower stall, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass to help her legs locked around him support her weight. He hurried to the bed and rolled himself upon it with her on top. Mindless as Gloria seemed, she instantly caught her weight on her knees and hands and continued thrusting her ravenous pussy at him as if trying to make it swallow up his cock permanently.
Ransom decided no permanent damage had been done to Gloria's mind, judging by the way she was still able to adapt instantly to changed conditions and continue to function as effectively as ever. His concern about her faded before a rising tide of excitement within him. It seemed fantastic to him how she had responded to him, and so far as he knew the whole reason for the marked change was his change of tactics. He found himself feeling thankful to Mario Richards, despite the way she'd wounded his ego when she turned bitchy on the patio; he felt now the knot she'd put on his head with her club that morning was a real treasure, the beginning of several priceless discoveries. Like this response of Gloria to him now which stirred greater excitement within him than anything he'd experienced in his whole life. Being able to turn her on this way gave his ego such a boost he felt like giving out with a rooster crow.
Except that right then he was too busy moaning with the pleasure of his electrified sensations to do any crowing. He gathered Gloria's lovely tits into his hands, brought them together, and sucked both hard nipples into his mouth hungrily. No other woman's tits had ever tasted so great to him. Of course when a fellow made love like a bull, rushed a woman like she was his victim instead of his partner, he didn't spend much time tasting titties. The bull type got his fucking finished and done with too fast to ever enjoy such fine points. Ransom realized the way he'd always done his fucking before Mario decked him with that club, he'd already been in Gloria's cunt longer than it would have taken him to come three times; three times on three separate occasions. No wonder girls had seldom ever come back to him for a return match. He'd thought he was being a real bull of a he-man when actually he'd been only a big dimwitted Peter Rabbit.
The wave after wave of sensation Ransom felt rising through his lower belly as Gloria kept on hammering his cock into her greedy cunt had him feeling out of this world. He was licking and sucking and gulping at her tits as if trying to swallow them, muffled moans and groans slipping out of his tit-filled mouth regularly. The way it went on and on and kept building steadily in intensity was fantastically delicious. That morning he'd thought Mario's educated pussy had to be the greatest pussy in the whole world, but here tonight he'd discovered his own little Gloria's pussy was a thousand times greater. He bucked and twisted under her harder, trying to meet her every furious thrust.
Suddenly Gloria screamed again. It was the most exciting sound Ransom had ever heard. He felt his cock swelling even bigger and stretching longer deep within her fiery cunt. He felt a furious storm of pulsations begin in the muscles throughout her entire cunt. It sent his own cargo of sensation zooming; it became an overwhelming tidal wave that caught him up and seemed to be sweeping and tumbling him toward the edge of blackness. His reeling senses lost all track of everything else.
Then he felt himself exploding, felt his whole being sucked toward the relentless pump that had started spraying his essence out through the head of his cock. Distantly he heard someone yelling as if he were being killed, then vaguely realized the voice he heard was his own. The excruciatingly delicious sensation went on and on and on, just as that anguished yell did. In all his life, Ransom never had experienced anything that even approached the awful goodness of this.
When he finally came back from his trip, he found Gloria sitting reared back straight above him. Her cunt still had a loving grip on his cock, which he felt beginning to wilt. She was giggling as she looked down at him with all the love in the world in her merry eyes.
Ransom tried weakly to raise his hands pleadingly toward her lovely tits, now raised away from him and out of reach. Breathlessly, merrily Gloria scolded, "You were trying to gobble my poor girls right off me; I had to take them away from that mouth and those hands of yours or get them bitten and clawed off of me ... you sex maniac!"
The merry way she said it took away all sound of real reproach from her words. But Ransom said contritely, "I'm sorry, sweetie. That sweet cunt of yours sent me so high and so far out, I really didn't know a thing I was doing except coming and coming and coming some more."
"I really made it good for you?" she asked eagerly.
"If it'd been any better-." Ransom broke off, shaking his head.
Gloria bent forward over him suddenly, planting her hot lips on his for a long, long, loving kiss. When she raised her lips from his, she exclaimed breathlessly, "You must be the greatest lover in the whole world, darling! You must've made me come at least half a dozen times to the one time I made you come. If you'd made it any better for me, I'd be dead. I just couldn't have stood it. You are the world's greatest lover man."
"Have you tried all the others?" Ransom teased.
Instantly Gloria put on an air of mystery, murmuring, "That's for me to know ... and for you never to find out!"
Smiling, Ransom told her, "I wouldn't waste time trying. Just as long as you think I'm the greatest, that's all that really matters!"
Gloria leaned down for another kiss. He gathered her into his big arms possessively but tenderly. The young Mr. and Mrs. Ransom Farnsworth finally were truly married. The help Bob Hudson and Mario Richards had given to make that possible, probably would never be mentioned.