Chapter 16

I FELT JOANNA shiver throughout her body. Her cunt and lower belly stiffened, as her scream raised even more shrilly. I realized she was coming. That was all it took for me. Her cunt grabbed a hold on my swollen cock so hard I almost passed out. Even her screaming became submerged in the greatest storm of sensation possible. I've never experienced such an explosion as that one. I seemed to be flooding the whole interior of that fiery cunt that had become everything to me. Flooding it with something that sent the temperature of that wonderful, slippery fiery furnace shooting upward to intense hotness. There was nothing else, nothing but that delicious hotness.

For awhile, I guess, our heads were under water more than they were above it. We both forgot to breathe, it wasn't important. Nothing was important except that raging, hot blast of sensation.

I began treading water again as I became aware that I had stopped coming. Joanna was still wriggling and moaning whenever she caught a little air in her lungs. The sensation of our fiery connection was still feeling fantastic. I seemed to be just as hard inside her as I had before I came. Joanna seemed to be having one orgasm after another. I kept shoving my reviving cock to Joanna's sweet tunnel of love with renewed vigor. She in turn sensed my returning excitement and seemed to be triggered by it into upsurging fresh excitement of her own. She began coming even harder and longer and when one orgasm ended she started a new one even faster than before.

Joanna really went crazy! She forgot about everything else, even about the need to keep treading water. She wrapped herself around me as if determined to make us merge into one body. It was a good thing I wasn't taking this trip with her; we'd sure as hell gone right down to the bottom. I kept us afloat the best I could. I was able to enjoy and maintain a delicious high of sensation, yet without it rising enough farther to explode, making me come again. It felt great in that furiously active cunt of Joanna's, yet my attention was divided enabling me to maintain a certain amount of control. It was wonderful.

Long ago I learned how really great it was to have full awareness of more than just my own personal storm of sensation. I enjoy watching a woman trip from one orgasm right into another.

Being able to turn a woman on like that gives a male ego a fantastic lift that's almost better than the mere physical sensations of even the very best ejaculation.

Joanna was literally wearing herself out on that hard rod of mine buried deep in her cunt. Finally she uttered a whimpering little moan followed by a sighing gasp and just seemed to pass out. She turned loose of everything, even her cunt's slippery grip on my cock. I grabbed her with one arm and clutched her close to me before my cock had slipped out. Still firmly speared upon my cock, I turned on my side and began a slow crawl back to the beach.

Joanna came around just in time to help keep us from being caught and sent flying through the breakers. By the time we were in wading water we were both laughing so hard I thought I was going to lose my hold on her. But I managed to pick her up, still firmly speared, helped her lock her legs around me, then carried her across the beach to the patio.

As I put Joanna down on the pad I became aware that we were no longer alone. Kathy was watching us closely. She must have dropped off to sleep in the house and I completely forgot about her. She didn't look sleepy now. Her eyes were wide open.

She remarked, "For awhile I thought I might have to send you two a life-preserver."

Joanna giggled breathlessly, then explained, "We just took a fucking good swim! Really out of sight! I'll never forget that as long as I live, never, never!" Then she flopped back on the pad in an indescribable degree of exhaustion.

I turned to Kathy and said, "How about you helping me wash the salt water off before it dries on my skin?" I saw her brighten up right away. She opened her mouth to answer but I didn't wait. I grabbed her hand and pulled her after me into the house, heading straight for the shower.

I turned on the water and urged Kathy into the shower with me. "Now, I'll show you how I want to be soaped," I said. I began sudsing Kathy with the soap just the way I'd rubbed oil on Joanna. Starting on her back and moving slowly downward. I had guessed from the look in her eyes, she was going to ask me to take her for a swim and I knew I wasn't up to that right now. Water is water, and right now a shower seemed like the next best thing to a swim. I was right, too. She acted pleased with the idea. I found out later that Kathy wasn't as good a swimmer as Joanna. But she would have gone out in the deeper water rather than miss out on something.

I soaped up a real lather on her shoulders. As I did, I was rubbing my hard cock against the curving softness of her ass. Kathy's ass felt hot. She started to turn around to face me but I gripped her shoulders and murmured, "Everything gets sweeter the longer you let it simmer."

I released her shoulders, and resumed soaping her back, working on downward below her shoulders. My hands moved under her armpits where the roots of her tits began. Kathy's elbows moved away from her sides, opening the area under her arms invitingly to my gentle hands. I knew what she was longing for, but I moved my hands downward instead of forward. Spreading suds over her rib cage and on around the small of her back. Kathy kept sucking in her breath when my hands came close to that sensitive area of her mammary glands.

I could feel the ripples of sensation course through Kathy's body as I continued with my soapy hands.

I finished lathering the curving cheeks of her ass, then worked on down the backs of her legs to her knees. Then I reversed direction and began working my hands back upward, lightly caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of Kathy's thighs. The higher my caressing hands moved, the more I could feel the muscles throughout her body knot and writhe with anticipation.

By the time my fingertips had sudsed their way high up her inner thighs, she was holding her breath. Waiting for my fingers to caress her lower cunt the next instant. Instead I suddenly withdrew them from between her legs. Then I turned her around. "Time to get the front all soaped up," I said.

Without warning I put my lather-covered hand on the patch of thick curls covering her cunt. My finger curling inward, thrust into her moist, feverish lips. Kathy gasped, her head tipped back on her shoulders. For an instant it looked as though she would black out.

My hand went right on lathering her nest of curls between her thighs while my forefinger kept thrusting in and out of her cunt, gently teasing her rigid clitoris. Kathy raised her hands to her head, her fingers clutching frantically at her hair. She acted as if she felt so much sensation trapped within her, the pressure of it threatened to blast off the top of her head.

The wailing moan coming out of her sounded desperate, as if she felt her strength slipping away, leaving her empty of everything other than an exquisite, terrible anguish. I knew the delectable torment she was experiencing; I knew so well that indescribable experience of feeling one's self becoming a kind of liquid blob of passion.

I didn't want her building too fast. Abruptly I took my hands away from her blazing cunt, moving them up to her belly above to spread suds there. A cry of anguished protest ripped out of her. She sounded as if she simply couldn't endure having me stretch out her exquisite torture any longer.

I stopped her protesting cry short by simply raising my hands higher to cup her burning tits, catching her rigid nipples between thumbs and forefingers. They were as taut with burning anticipation as two small cocks blazing with indescribable desire for the sweet caress of a hungry cunt. My fingers seemed to provide a completely satisfactory substitute; Kathy's sweet ass began wriggling involuntarily.

Her eyes clamped shut again. Her breathing seemed to stop entirely. Her passionate reactions, I realized abruptly, had me so steamed up again it seemed incredible. Or "impossible" might be a more exact word, considering that I'd enjoyed some of the most terrific fucks of my entire life already that day with those two.

I pulled my hands away from Kathy's sensation-charged tits. Again her eyes popped open wide, genuine fury darkening her face. Her mouth jerked open to scream at me for release of the swirling tornado of frustrated passion I'd built within her.

Before a sound could force its way out of her excitement-constricted throat, however, I brought both my hands to the sides of her luscious tits, my fingertips touching her where those delectable tits began just ahead of her armpits. She froze, mouth open, staring at me mutely as she waited tensely. I drew my fingertips forward slowly, caressing the deliciously curving sides of both tits.

As my caressing fingertips approached Kathy's taut nipples, her whole body began trembling as if the tidal wave of sensation thundering through her actually was shaking her. One of her own hands went flying suddenly to her cunt. Almost frantically she began caressing her own clitoris. That started her hips moving in involuntary fucking movements. Just watching her had me feeling closer to coming than a few cunts I've been in ever managed to. That kid was a super-charged sexpot if I'd ever known one. She could have built a hard (the passionate way she reacted to a man's caresses,) on a brass statue.

As my fingertips approached those rigid nipples of Kathy's sensation-gorged tits again, I bunched them suddenly. Again thumbs and forefingers closed upon each taut nipple. I squeezed them lightly, then gave them a gentle pull.

Lord, it was as if I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barreled shotgun! The way Kathy screamed as she blasted off, it had to have been a double-barreled orgasm.

I lifted her and brought her against myself as she writhed mindlessly, her body jerking with the power of the pulsations of her orgasm. When she felt her body touch mine, instinct seemed to guide her legs; instantly they wrapped around me and pulled her furiously pulsating cunt in tight against me. She started grinding her blazing cunt against my belly.

I let her settle downward. I felt the burning lips of her fiery cunt find the head of my rigid cock. They gripped down upon it deliciously, almost like a hot, clutching hand. As my cock started into her, she screamed louder than ever, clamping her legs around me more tightly as she began wriggling her ass, struggling to get my cock on into her.

What could I do? I'm a gentleman, so I helped her, letting her settle still lower, thus letting my eager cock go sliding smoothly into her cunt's sweet, virginal tightness again. I shit you not, that was super-prime fucking! Once in a lifetime kind of stuff, and I'd been up to my balls in it that whole day. It had to be my reward for clean living in the midst of all Hollywood's temptations and excesses.

Whatever the reason, I had double helping of those prime, virginal cunts depending on me for thorough education and complete satisfaction and I was determined to deliver everything demanded of me or stack my bones in those two sweet young cunts trying my damnedest.

As the head of my caressing cock touched bottom inside Kathy, the roots of my cock buried in the outer lips of her sweet cunt, she screamed again, sounding like I was killing her. I'll be blessed if she didn't seem to go roaring away on a terrific new orgasm while she'd seemed to be right in the middle of another one. I'd never seen anything quite like it.

Actually it was as if the second stage of a moon-rocket had been fired inside Kathy's powerfully pulsating cunt. The pulsations seemed to intensify. Her whole cunt from outer lips to its most remote depths seemed to begin milking away at my cock's hardness even harder than before. She seemed to have been blasted into an orbit somewhere farther out in orgasmic space than she'd been before. She acted as if her senses were reeling before overwhelming waves of sensation, as if she was teetering on the fine edge of a total blackout.

Lord, she had me so excited, just watching her and hearing her ecstatic screams and feeling her delicious cunt milking away relentlessly at my cock, that I felt my cock seem to swell bigger and stretch longer within her. It was tingling with the rapidly intensifying pressure of the charge of sensation skyrocketing within it and throughout my whole belly. Everything was there except the fresh load of come-juice for my pumps to fire. It takes time to manufacture that fiery jizm and I'd already fired considerably more than anyone man's quota for a single day.

So I could hang right in there with my charge of sensation clear up there at the point of a monumental eruption, yet without an eruption. Talk about exquisite torment and delight! It was being able to stretch out that indescribable instant when your cock explodes in an heroic ejaculation, without it exploding, so that the sensations of that instant keep on and on and on. It's as different from holding off, postponing, delaying your ejaculation by means of determined control as day is from night. It's letting your sensation run wild and rampant, making no effort to cool and control it, yet without shooting the delicious head off that charge of indescribable sensation by ever coming. It got really excruciating. The reason it's usually over in an instant, more than likely, is because if it lasted that intensely too long it might actually cause a man's mind to become permanently un-glued. I don't know, but that's my guess, having lived through it.

What I do know is, Kathy wasn't the only one doing some screaming before long. That blazing cunt of hers milking away at my super-charged cock was keeping my block-busting charge of sensation right up there at the triggering point, only my balls were so dry I had nothing new manufactured yet so I could trigger.

So I was screaming and Kathy was screaming. Somehow we wound up on the bed with Kathy's sweet ass bobbing up and down furiously over me, fucking me so hard and fast she had our bellies raising sounds of applause. I was so nearly out of it I couldn't swear to anything about what happened, but I have a vague impression that I was rather mindlessly gobbling away at her luscious young tits after I got flattened out on my back on the bed, that my screams were muffled by her tits filling my mouth.

I have another vague impression I couldn't possibly swear to that Kathy kept bouncing right from one orgasm into another and yet another. I faintly remember an awed thought shooting through my head with some measure of fear mingled in it that perhaps I'd kept on fucking around, one way and another, with that little girl until I'd gotten her triggered off on something that was just going to never end until both of us were melted down into nothing but a puddle of steaming come-juice, like the Kilkinny tigers I remember reading a story about as a small boy.

I was only vaguely aware of what had happened when Kathy finally so nearly fucked herself out that her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed upon me. But her cunt was still milking away rather feebly at my cock.

So wouldn't you know it! All of a sudden through the red haze of the raging storm of excruciating sensation that had nearly burned out my senses' capacity to register anything, I suddenly felt that belated fresh charge of come-juices gathering in the roots of my cock. Abruptly my tingling cock was again swelling larger and reaching deeper into Kathy's faltering cunt than ever before.

But that seemed to trigger a fantastic involuntary response in her cunt; suddenly that pulsating sheath gripped down hard upon the entire length of my cock. That hot, moistly delectable little hand-like something deep in her cunt clamped down upon the head of my cock too. The charge of sensation roaring throughout my cock and belly again skyrocketed, away to hell and gone above and beyond the usual triggering point.

I yelled! Man, I yelled like I have never yelled in my life before or since while fucking a woman! I do remember that. Then I lost all track of anything except the indescribable overload of sensation that suddenly went crashing through me as my cock finally started geysering, shooting jet after burning jet of fresh-from-the-factory come-juice into the depths of Kathy's greedily drinking cunt.

Somewhere distantly I heard Kathy suddenly screaming again. Vaguely I realized her dead weight was no longer plastered over me; she was again struggling over me, fucking away with her last ounce of strength, her cunt again pulsating frantically, furiously milking away at the persistent hardness of my geysering cock. The belated eruption of my cock had triggered her again, as if she and her cunt had a pact to subdue and dissolve the hardness of my cock or die trying.

That's a contest no mortal man can hope to win. I'd come closer that time than I'd ever come before, closer than I've ever come since. But I'd finally shot my hot wad and I was finished. When my incredible storm slowly ebbed and finally ended, Kathy was still coming. Still struggling over me in the grip of terrible but exquisite torment, apparently completely unaware of her triumph. She seemed to be trying to scream, but only strangled, rasping gasps were struggling out of her passion-constricted throat.

I felt her weakly pulsating cunt contract around my wilting cock and try to grip it one last time. Then she collapsed upon me again. I put my weary arms around her, feeling a need in her to be held close and tenderly as she lay there struggling for breath with indescribable gasps.

"Lordy, I'm so hot from watching you two, I'm feeling right on the verge of burning up!" I heard Joanna's breathless voice exclaim excitedly from somewhere nearby. I struggled for strength enough to turn my head toward the sound of her voice. I found her standing by the side of the bed, watching me with eyes that were strangely bright, with eyes that burned with renewed passion.

I very nearly threw in the towel, very nearly tried to beg off, very nearly admitted I just wasn't man enough to complete the responsibility to those two I'd accepted. But just before I started trying to put it into words, the thought flashed through that a good shower would wash away a lot of my weariness and refresh me. And regardless of how limp my wilted cock was, there wasn't a blessed thing wrong with my tongue. Relief surged through me. I still wasn't whipped!