Chapter 3
WITH MY HANDS, both firmly clamped on both cheeks of Marie's luscious ass to help her legs, locked around me, support her weight, I waded to the steps leading down into the gigantic Roman rub. I sat down on a step that elevated my rear enough to give my cock maximum penetration into her delectable cunt. Marie caught her weight on her knees, straddling my lap there like we were two teenagers fucking on the seat of a parked car.
But we had something going for us you just can't get in a parked car. Fucking the way we were with warm water bathing Marie's cunt and lower belly as well as my cock whenever she pulled it out for another inward thrust, creates a special, increased sensitivity in both cunt and cock that is indescribable. Really fantastic!
As Marie began hobbling up and down, stroking my tingling cock in and out of that marvelous cunt of hers, I raised my hands from her sweet ass and caught both her luscious big tits. I pressed them together enough to enable me to suck both excited nipples into my mouth together. That brought a moaning, delicious sounding, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of her. She gave her bobbing ass a special wriggle to tell me how great was the sensation I'd started giving her.
The instant Marie's moan ended, she ducked her head down close to mine and nipped lightly at the edge of one of my ears, more body language telling me how great my cock felt inside her and how great my mouth felt on her tits. I sucked harder and began swirling the tip of my tongue around one rigid nipple, then the other. That brought another sharp gasp from her, louder and longer, turning into a ecstatic groaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Her arms went around me to hug herself more tightly against me as she continued moaning and wriggling her ass.
Her delighted response to me turned up the steam pressure of my excitement even more than the mere sight and sensations of her caressing cunt on my cock could possibly create. A fine trembling of anticipation went zinging through me.
I guess it makes no difference how much sex a person has enjoyed, each new experience seems completely different than any before it, has a special quality of delicious newness, provided one's partner is not only physically exciting to you but is someone who obviously finds you equally exciting, or better yet, more exciting. In that kind of situation I've found that each fuck seems to feel greater than any previous fuck you've ever enjoyed.
I was always amazed, whenever I fucked Marie, how it felt as if the hardness of my cock was completely filling her hot, glove-like vaginal sheath. A woman's cunt has an adaptability that is matched by no other organ I know of. Compared to it a male cock is a pretty unimpressive, untalented mechanism. Yet I've never heard a woman bragging about her terrific pussy, but I've seldom been in a locker room with a bunch of men when at least one of them wasn't bragging up the merits of his cock. It doesn't seem to matter a great deal whether it's a junior high school athletic or phys-ed locker room or the locker room at the country club golf course, boys and men sound pretty much the same when they begin bragging on their cocks. I've always had a hunch that those men who brag the most probably perform as lovers just about as ineptly as the big-mouthed junior high kids.
As I was silently marveling at the tailor-made feeling Marie's cunt gave me around my cock, she panted suddenly, "Lord, I don't know how you manage, Dore, love, but you always make your cock feel even better in my pussy than I've been dreaming he would! You've just ruined me for sex with ordinary men."
I chuckled, very pleased, naturally, but murmured, "Such flattery."
One of her hands came splashing up out of the water, raised palm outward as if taking an oath.
She insisted, "Honor bright! ... I'm hooked on you!"
I tensed my belly muscles, making the head of my cock jump deep inside her cunt as if to punctuate what she had just said. I murmured, "You can say that again."
She giggled and protested, "You know what I mean. I'm addicted to you. Hopelessly! Gloriously addicted."
I made the head of my cock give another jerk deep within her. A delighted little gasp of pleasure came sighing out of Marie. She murmured, "Delicious!"
Then she wriggled her ass on my cock for a moment before she continued, "No one, as I was saying, can make oral sex as good for me as you do, but even the very best oral sex just can't compare with the goodness I feel when we're coupled together like we are now. Know what I mean?"
Without waiting for any response from me, Marie began bobbing her ass up and down, stroking my cock in and out of her feverish cunt in a series of tiny movements. A delighted, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!" came panting out of her. Then she murmured, "Lord, but we do make beautiful music together, lover Dore. Have you ever noticed?"
I nodded, murmuring, "I've noticed."
Abruptly I pressed Marie's delectable tits together again, brought both taut nipples to my lips and greedily sucked them in. Another long, ecstatic, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mmuh!" came gasping out of her.
I began sucking her tits steadily, my tongue licking around one nipple, then the other, then back and forth between them. Marie answered by wriggling her cunt around my penetrating cock in a circular movement while her breath ran in and out of her in ragged pants.
Suddenly she murmured breathlessly, "It always surprises me how, specially great fucking you feels, compared to any other man."
"So stop fucking any others," I suggested.
"I've almost totally retired, but managing this place, seeing others do the things they do here, still excites all hell out of me sometimes," she murmured breathlessly. "And you won't always come, or you aren't in town, whenever I need you. So I have to make do with the best second-stringers I can find."
She began another series of those tiny movements that barely made my cock move in and out of her fiery cunt. But her thrusts grew progressively harder and the strokes longer as she began hammering my cock in and out of her greedy cunt.
She began panting hard, her breath making a kind of rasping, strangled sound as it struggled in and out of her. Her eyes clenched shut. Her head tipped back on her shoulders. A low, wavering groan began coming out of her steadily. Her face was drawn and looked as if she might be suffering real anguish as the intensity of the sensations my cock was creating in her sizzling cunt intensified. And, of course, it was helped along by the heightened sensitivity in her cunt created by the warm bath water we were submerged in to our waists.
For my part, I was sure feeling no pain; the sensations that sweet cunt of Marie's gave my tingling cock were building deliciously. But I'd had one fantastic piece of ass already that morning during that unscheduled stop at Gee Gee's on my way to the office. And even if I hadn't, I've managed over the years to develop better than average control. I never let myself come the very first time my partner blasts off on an orgasmic space shot. At least almost never. I usually try to keep my storm of sensation just short of going out of control, holding my fire until I'm reasonably certain one more orgasm is all my partner has left in her smoking cunt until she's had at least an hour's rest. I learned long ago that the size of a man's cock isn't what satisfies or fails to satisfy a woman, as most men seem to think. Instead, it's a man's staying power, his capacity to keep a stiff cock, that's vitally essential if he's to have any hope of truly satisfying a woman. The more sexual experience the woman has, the more absolutely essential it is for a man to have control, to have staying power. A big cock with a short fuse gets only scorn from a woman who's experienced what it's really like to be thoroughly and gloriously satisfied.
So I was feeling thankful I'd had that unexpected piece at Gee Gee's that morning because having had it improved my control now. That fantastic cunt of Marie's was creating a sensational storm of excitement in my electrified cock which would have been nearly impossible for me to control otherwise. As it was, the fire-storm of sensation in my plunging cock was excruciatingly near that point beyond which it would go wildly out of any possible control.
Marie abruptly stopped the long, hard, hammering thrusts and started rubbing her belly tightly against mine, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements I knew was creating delicious friction for her along the tiny shaft of her excited clitoris. It was creating delicious sensations for me, too, although the head of my cock was just barely moving deep inside her.
Minute as the movements seemed, as she continued them it was obvious that the sensation being created by them within Marie was mountainous. Her panting gasps began sounding more like racking sobs. My tingling cock felt fresh flows of her love-honey lubricating the entire length of it.
I continued to gobble away at Marie's tits as she continued grinding her lower belly against mine, making her cunt rotate around my penetrating cock. Suddenly she pulled her ass away from me, drawing my cock outward. As it came out of her, she abruptly clamped down upon it with all the muscles in her vaginal sheath, making the delicious feeling indescribably delicious!
The flared rim at the back edge of the head of my cock slipped through ring after ring of those caressing, circling muscles. She made them grip, then release, then grip again, milking away relentlessly at my cock's hardness. It sent the riptides of sensation in my cock shooting upward, almost off the scale, almost beyond all possible control. I forced other thoughts into my mind to cool my dangerously intense awareness of that skyrocketing sensation.
More frantically, I gobbled at Marie's luscious tits. Fighting to maintain control though I was, awareness kept slipping through of the feeling of my come-juices gathering in the roots of my cock, building pressure dangerously close to the point that would trigger those pumps there.
Marie checked her withdrawal just as that flared rim on the head of my cock began forcing her cunt's inner lips apart more widely as it started out. Abruptly she sent my cock plunging back into the depths of her cunt. The thrust was so furious, our naked bellies made the surrounding water splash as they collided. Waves of sensation went roaring through me that were indescribable. Lord, I was teetering right on the brink of losing control! How that Marie could fuck!
I knew I had to get my mind on something else and hold it there or she was going to make me explode like the rankest, short-fused greenhorn. I began replaying on the screen of my mind the pictures and the sounds as I'd made the touchdown run during my college days that I'd always figured, more than anything else, got me elected Ail-American quarterback that year. I heard the crowd screaming their hearts out just like they had when it happened. That touchdown created an upset win for us against a supposedly stronger team. I glimpsed the head cheerleader going ape on the sideline, as she actually had, right along with the whole cheerleading crew. My damned mind jumped from the excitement of that moment as I made that crucial touchdown run to that night; suddenly I was fucking that delectable blonde head cheerleader, as I actually had. I was nearly ready to come as she bucked and screamed under me, already coming so hard she acted like she'd flipped her wig.
Just in time I realized the treacherous switch my mind had pulled on me. I jerked it away from the hurricane of sensation that cheerleader had given me that night years before, jerked it away from the fantastic riptides of sensation that blazing cunt of Marie's was giving me right then and there in the present. I jerked it to the excitement of the first time I'd signed a contract to become a movie actor, a time when my head had been full of dreams and my heart full of confidence about making Hollywood cheer me like college football fans had. They'd been good dreams, exciting dreams, even if they'd never been filled out with the flesh of reality.
Even as I replayed those scenes from the past, a remote corner of my mind seemed to be keeping reasonably detached track of what was happening in the present. Marie was riding my water-covered lap furiously, making the water around us splash and roll in a miniature storm of waves. As she hammered my cock in and out of her greedy cunt relentlessly, she was gasping and moaning and panting. I was raising my ass up off the step on which I was seated, trying frantically to help her drive my cock deeper into her delicious, cunt than it had gone before.
Abruptly Marie's mouth opened to let a strangled scream of rapturous ecstasy tear its way out of her. I felt all the muscles of her cunt clamp down hard upon my penetrating hardness, as if trying for a strangle hold on it. Then the grip was just as abruptly released and every muscle in her cunt and lower belly began pulsating furiously, gripping my cock, releasing it, and gripping again as it milked away desperately at my hardness. I felt an electric charge of intense excitement flash from somewhere deep within her pulsating cunt to the tingling head of my cock. That almost did it! I yelled as I was dragged back to the present and the raging storm of sensation roaring for release.
Frantically I blocked that out again just an instant before my control would have slipped away. I rode my mind roughshod, keeping it filled with every exciting non-sexual experience I'd ever had, blocking relentlessly all awareness of the present. When that tactic finally had cooled my storm of sensation sufficiently to make my control of it less precarious, I discovered Marie still struggling over my lap. She was trembling, however, as if on the verge of collapse. She gasped for breath as if unable to draw enough air to fill her tortured lungs. And she seemed to be still coming!
In amazement I listened to the low, anguished moan that was trickling from her twisted lips; she sounded more like she might be dying instead of enjoying excruciatingly terrific pleasure.
Just the same, she kept up her struggle to keep my hard cock stroking in and out of her cunt relentlessly, albeit slowly. I could still feel the muscles of her sweet cunt gripping my hardness weakly, then releasing it only to struggle and grip it again, pulsating faintly but steadily.
Finally, however, she slumped upon my lap a dead weight, as if not a bone or muscle remained in her body. Later she confided that she'd enjoyed six intense orgasms while I was fighting to hold off and prevent my first to maintain a stiff cock for her to thoroughly satisfy herself upon.
She slumped there in my arms, her lovely tits mashed against my chest, gasping like she'd never be able to catch her breath again. But her struggle for breath finally eased. Suddenly she roused herself, then snuggled closer in my arms, if possible, and asked wearily, "Now, what was it you came here to ask me for, Dore, lover? After this, how could I say no? Regardless of what it is!"