Chapter 9
Rene Dixson felt surprise that bordered on amazement rushing through her. With that surprise went rushing the most delicious wave of sensation she'd enjoyed in months. Perhaps even in years. She realized she was fucking someone. She was on her hands and knees over him, her arms and legs feeling treacherously unsteady from all the liquor she'd downed after dinner because Maynord had refused to dance, insisting he wanted to just sit and watch the others. Had he been stricken by his conscience about the way he'd been treating her, so brought her back here to their cabin to do something to try to make it up to her? Because he'd also refused to fuck her for months. But it was so dark Rene's dim eyes couldn't make out the face of the man under her on the bed, the man whose delicious cock she'd been furiously driving in and out of her achingly hungry cunt when her first flash of full consciousness returned.
Then more memory began filtering back as she kept right on fucking steadily, as if trying to make up for lost time. She remembered that good-looking Pete Edwards had asked her to dance. She'd accepted quickly. She remembered how shamelessly she'd plastered herself up against Edwards as they danced, hoping she might be able to make Maynord jealous.
Her search through those most recent memories was stopped short by a tremendous surge of sensation that went blasting through her. She realized belatedly that the man on the bed under her was gobbling greedily at her tits. For a woman of her nearly sixty years, those breasts had retained their luscious feminine fullness and firmness surprisingly well, but even when they'd first married, ten such long years ago, Maynord never had touched them. For that matter, come to think of it, Maynord even at the very first never had let her have the upper position during sex, never had allowed her to enjoy that feeling of freedom and greater control over him. She'd been so madly in love with him ... or had it been his youthful vigor and vitality she'd been so in love with? ... she'd forgiven his frequent lack of consideration. But this man licking and sucking and struggling under her here now seemed to be enjoying fucking her as Maynord never had.
An explosion of excitement rushed through her, multiplying her floods of sensation as she realized this had to be a stranger so joyously fucking her. Suddenly she was burning up with passion of such intensity as she had never known since she was a teen-age girl. Inside her hungry cunt something else exploded. She screamed as excruciating pulsations of her first orgasm in nearly ten years shook her whole being deliciously.
In that instant her senses reeled again, her consciousness almost slipping away, almost drowned in voluptuously heightened sensation this time instead of in alcoholic numbness. Even as she was reveling in the full delights of the flooding sensations, she found herself hardly able to believe it really was happening and wasn't just a beautfiul dream out of which she would awaken to the fresh disappointments of reality. It was something like finding a beautiful spring of sweet water in the desert after she'd given up all hope and accepted the inevitability of dying from thirst. She felt hotly gloriously, passionately, lovingly alive!
As if frantic to keep it from ever ending, Rene clung to the tag-ends of her consciousness and kept fucking her unidentified lover furiously. Her first fantastic orgasm began fading and her fuller consciousness returned. She realized with delight that the man whose stiff cock she had been milking at with her cunt had started moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying excruciating pleasure of his own.
That joyous discovery shot a towering wave of fresh excitement through her. So close behind that it seemed almost part of it came the delicious awareness of an impending new explosion on the very verge of eruption deep within her. Then the fresh storm of excruciating orgasmic sensation roared over her, blotting out all awareness of anything except its awful yet indescribably wonderful fury. She seemed to hear faintly someone screaming in the far, far distance.
But she ignored the cry, undisturbed by the sound of anguish in it, oblivious to everything except the mindless compulsion she felt to keep fucking. Regardless of anything else, Rene felt compelled to keep fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking. How exquisitely delicious it felt! How youthful, how totally revived, how virginally passionate her cunt felt.
The electric-like charge of excitement within her seemed to generate fresh intensity the longer her orgasm lasted, causing her to come and come and come and continue to come more and more until the sensations became so excruciatingly intense she felt any more would blow her mind completely; she found herself powerless to stop. Powerless to even ease off. She kept hammering her famished cunt at her unidentified lover so hard their bellies came together with applauding claps. But her ears were deaf to it, closed by the roaring of her own superheated blood rushing through her head, just as it was thundering through all the rest of her straining body.
When that orgasm finally tapered off and ended, Rene's whole body was drenched with perspiration, her arms and legs felt as if they'd turned to jelly unable to support her weight. She started to sag downward to rest her body upon the body of her unknown lover, but an anguished cry of protest stopped her, pleading, "Keep fucking, keep fucking! Please, baby doll, keep fucking! I'm almost there, sweetie! I'm almost-I'm-I'm Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
A fantastic rebirth of full strength roared through Rene, powered by the excitement of her partner's response. She began fucking again with restored vigor, riding her partner joyously as he bucked and struggled furiously under her while gobbling at her tits as greedily as before. In the depths of her cunt she felt that delicious knob at the end of his hardness swell even more, then begin to jerk mightily, delightfully, with furious pulsations as he exploded. She felt a blasting jet of his hot come-juice splatter against her sensitive inner tissues, followed by the tinglingly delicious impact of another splattering jet and another and another.
A responding resurgence of excitement billowed up within her. An instant later she was off and screaming again on a shuddering new orgasm, more excruciatingly intense than either of her earlier ones, impossible as that had seemed to her moments before. This time she lost all track of everything. Nothing else existed except her hungry cunt milking away furiously at that deliciously pulsating male hardness filling it. That was all there was. That and the roaring fury of sensation generated in her cunt by that shuddering cock as it struggled in it. The storm of swirling passion seemed to rage on endlessly; she hoped desperately it would never end, in one remote corner of her mind still not completely blanked out by the raging flames of sensation.
When that long storm finally passed, Rene collapsed upon her partner. The sweat of their superheated bodies flowed together and became one, just as their sexual juices had done in Rene's thirsty cunt. For a moment she just lay there panting, too weak to move.
Then she realized he was panting as hard as she was, but having to struggle to draw enough breath because of her added weight upon him. A feeling of great tenderness and concern for him went through her because of the gift of indescribable pleasure he had lavished upon her. She struggled to roll off of him. The sweat-drenched flesh of their bellies had stuck together as if vulcanized, holding her to him. He began struggling under her, trying to help. Together they turned, coming to rest upon their sides, still firmly coupled by his slowly wilting cock in the grip of her cunt as well as by the sticking skin of their bellies.
Tenderly Rene whispered, "Who are you, darling? You've given me the most wonderful fucking of my entire life, and I've known a real man or two in my time. Who are you?"
"I'm a guy who's just enjoyed about the best piece of ass of his entire life," responded a voice that seemed vaguely familiar, yet was not well enough known by her to identify. Fresh thrills shot through her when he added, "You're pretty terrific, baby. That cunt of yours is the greatest! I never have been in a cunt that fit me quite so much like a finely tailored glove as yours does. You are really something else!"
Teasingly she gave her cunt a little thrust at him, declaring, "You talk awfully sweet, but your cock doesn't seem all that excited about me.
"Then turn my cock loose and I'll put my tongue where my cock is," her unseen lover proposed. "I'd love to kiss and lick and suck that cunt of yours anyhow. It ought to really be delicious, as full of love-honey as it must be right now."
He made a tentative movement, a question offered in body language, asking what she was going to do. She reluctantly released the grip of her cunt upon his softening cock. He moved more. Their bellies suddenly came apart with a smacking sound.
As he moved on away toward the edge of the bed, she reminded quietly, "You still haven't told me who you are, lover."
He turned back, caught Rene by her legs, turned her upon the bed and pulled her ass over to the edge of the mattress as he murmured, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, sweets; there'll be time a-plenty later to turn on the lights. You might not like my looks in the light as well as you do here in the darkness; why take the risk of spoiling it?"
Then he was down on his knees beside the bed, his lips beginning to kiss their way downward along her right inner thigh. He had lifted her feet and hooked the heels on the edge of the mattress with her upraised knees spread wide apart. So his downward moving kisses were bringing his mouth closer and closer to Rene's suddenly quivering cunt. Her ass jumped, startled, when she suddenly felt his finger touch that cunt, hot, super-sensitive with anticipation. He checked the finger's movement, giving her a moment, then thrust it in and drew it out of her pussy several times.
Rene's ass jumped again with fresh startlement at the touch of that finger on her asshole an instant after he withdrew it from her cunt. A soothing murmur came from him, urging, "Just relax and trust me. If you've never had this done to you before, try it once, at least, before you make up your mind."
He began working the slippery juices from Rene's cunt into her tight asshole. She struggled not to flinch, not to draw away from his touch on that sensitive button of puckered flesh. "Just relax and trust me," he repeated reassuringly.
Rene tried to relax the muscles that pulled her asshole tightly shut. Suddenly she felt his caressing finger with its slippery coating sliding through the ring of those muscles, thrusting inside her rectum. Involuntarily she clamped down harder with the muscles than before she'd tried relaxing them, but too late; his finger was inside her up to at least the second joint. She gasped, some alarm at the unknown mingled with the sudden rise of sensation that finger had started creating.
Then she felt his thumb thrusting gently into her pussy; the rise of new sensation multiplied. Inside her that thumb and fingertip came together, separated only by a thin wall of membrane. But it seemed to be membrane rich in nerves because the sensation began to become fantastic as thumb and fingertip began caressing it.
The new experience had Rene so distracted she was taken completely unawares when his hot mouth closed over her cunt and his tongue went licking deep into her; she uttered a gasping scream, then bit it off as abruptly as she'd raised it. The combination of what he was doing to her with thumb and finger in her asshole and cunt, plus what he started doing to her cunt with his lips and tongue sent a tidal wave of sensation sweeping through her that was unlike anything she'd ever felt. It was a different kind of experience from the storm of passion she'd just been through, stirred up by his cock in her cunt. The sensations were different. Excitingly delicious, but different.
Rene groaned and put a hand down toward her crotch. Her hand searched for, then found his head. He had a full head of hair. Curly hair, like handsome Pete Edwards' hair. She'd noticed what nice hair he had when she first started dancing with him, before she'd had enough drinks to cause everything to begin blurring together into a swirling fog that blotted out all such details.
Rene's fingers fastened in the curly hair caressingly. A melting sensation of love flowed through her. Pete Edwards had to be at least ten years younger than her Maynord; that was why she'd hoped his invitation to dance might make Maynord jealous. But it seemed fantastically impossible that a man that young would find her sexually attractive.
Just then her mouth moved upward and closed, sucking and licking, upon her tingling clitoris. Rene thought she was going to die from the rush of sensation that added to all the other. Then his free hand was up at one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger closing upon the excited nipple, giving it a caressing roll between them and then a pull, followed by another squeezing roll back and forth between them. That sent her growing tide of sensation soaring even higher, making the muscles of her throat constrict until she felt like she might be right on the verge of strangling, she became so breathless.
She felt so filled with sensations coming from so many sources there seemed no place left in her for breath. The finger and thumb were still relentlessly caressing inside her asshole and cunt. The lips and tongue were turning the rigid shaft of her clitoris into a molten rod of fire. And the thumb and finger caressing her excited nipple were spraying fresh fuel on that fire.
Rene felt indescribably exquisite, relentlessly agonizing pressure swelling and straining within her. She had to have relief. It felt so delicious she'd die if she didn't get relief. Her belly swelled, almost as if she was months pregnant, with the intense inner pressure. Her head began tossing back and forth frantically. Both her hands flew up to clutch and writhe in her own hair. Her face became a contorted mask of agonizing tension. A scream tore its way up through the constricted passage of her throat.
She felt herself explode, somewhere deep within. Another scream followed the first, sounding even more strained, more desperate. A third followed the second and it wavered on and on, endlessly, as Rene struggled in the grip of the fantastically intense orgasm. Her cunt bucked and pulsated against her lover's mouth as her body writhed upon the bed.
The mouth and tongue and fingers were relentless, their caresses continued without letup. Rene's first orgasm finally began to taper off slightly. Before it could come to an end and her straining muscles be given at least momentary rest, he abruptly sent thumb and finger stroking deeper into her cunt and asshole, touching some until then untouched center of sensitivity. Rene found herself blasting off into the furious pulsations of a fresh orgasm before the other one had ended.
It was exquisite anguish. She seemed like a yo-yo on an orgasmic string on which she flowed up and down but could never escape. Six, seven, eight, nine times she came. Her voice was growing hoarse from screaming.
Finally she came back from her latest trip to discover that mouth and those fingers no longer were caressing her, no longer had a fresh charge of sensation ready to explode within her and send her right back into orgasm. She lay panting, her breath coming in and out of her in wheezing gasps. Her whole body seemed to be trembling with reaction to the furious exertions it had been subjected to for such a prolonged session.
But she was amazed to find deep within her cunt a hunger to be filled by and to grip the goodness of a hard cock, a hunger to be fucked after all that oral activity. She whispered, "Sweetheart, that was out of this world, but I want something better, now."
"Something better?" her still unidentified lover asked, sounding startled or amazed or perhaps some of both.
"You've had time to get a new hard-on, haven't you?" she murmured.
Still sounding surprised, he exclaimed, "Why, yes-as a matter-of-fact. The way you've been carrying on has been erotic as hell; I've got a real beaut of a hard."
Rene struggled, pulling herself back farther on the bed, turning herself lengthwise of it. She whispered, "Put it in me? Please, lover?"
His chuckle came to her through the darkness, then he was-climbing upon the bed, carefully moving into position between her legs. He murmured, "You really are something else, sweetie. I've worn out girls one-third your age with less than half as much loving as I've given you. But you're still begging me for more. You're really something else."
She murmured, "Before you start again, will you switch on the nightstand lamp; let me see who's fucking me this time? Or would it ruin it for you, having to look down at me?"
"Don't talk nonsense, sweetie!" he exclaimed. "You're a beautiful woman! Ripe, mature, luscious and marvelously exciting."
The lamp blazed suddenly, casting its soft glow upon Pete Edwards' handsome face as he finished speaking. He looked down at Rene, smiling, then contritely admitted, "I took advantage of you, sweetheart. You were so looped you didn't know what I was up to when I brought you here."
Rene raised a hand, let her fingertips wander over the contours of his strong face caressingly, almost in awe. "Why did you do it?" she asked finally.
"I like sexual variety," Pete told her frankly. "I've been sizing you up. I thought you looked like you ought to be a great piece of ass. And boy! Was I ever right? You just might be the best fuck I've ever had. You seem to appreciate everything a man tries to do for you so much, it's fantastic how erotic you make a simple fuck."
Rene gave him a loving smile, teasing, "Talk, talk, talk! All I get is talk. A man who really meant what you've been telling me wouldn't go on wasting-." She broke off in a long, pleasure filled, moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" as Pete sent his hard cock shooting into her slippery cunt. A long, shuddering sigh of delicious contentment came wavering out of her. Then she began wriggling her ass and shooting it up off the bed to meet his thrusting cock as he began driving it in and out of her.
As the sensation began building, as Pete's tempo began picking up, Rene murmured, "Your beautiful mouth was wonderful on my pussy, sweetheart-but nothing-no thing, no tongue, no lips, no substitute, nothing is as delicious to my cunt as your hard cock filling it.
I hadn't realized how much I've really missed having a good sex life."
"What's wrong with your husband?" Pete asked, looking surprised. "He stupid or impotent?"
"Neither one-I don't think. Of course he could be impotent and I'd never know. But I think the only real problem is he hasn't room in himself to love anything or anyone except his airline."
"And himself?" Pete suggested.
"Perhaps," Rene agreed. "But I think he'd probably sacrifice even himself for that airline. So maybe I'm at least partly responsible; it's been my money that built his airline. My money and his drive. But what can I do now?"
"Swing, baby, swing!" Pete exclaimed as he hammered his cock into Rene's cunt with growing enthusiasm as the pressures of growing sensations mounted steadily within him.
"Swing?" Rene frowned, obviously puzzled.
"My wife and I are confirmed swappers," Pete nodded in tempo with his thrusts into her pussy. "We both have an appetite for sexual variety. We don't enjoy a steady diet of the same kind of food or drink, regardless of how great they are. And in exactly the same way, we don't dig the monotonous drag of sexual monogamy. We regularly exchange partners with other married couples we know and enjoy being with. It's brightened up our whole outlook on life. Instead of dulling down into a monotonous drag, our whole life has become a continuous blast since we started switching a few years ago. It's called swinging. We're dedicated swingers. You'd ought to try it. You've got a great natural aptitude for it, believe me, sweetie!"
Rene murmured, "It sounds a little shocking at first-but I'd like that better than sneaking around to carry on an affair. But I doubt if Maynord would agree. If he doesn't-can a girl swing alone?"
Pete chuckled. "No problem. I'll give you some phone numbers right in your own hometown. Your talent's been going to waste far too long. My friends will appreciate it as much as I do. Believe me!"