Chapter 6
Water swirled around him in varying shades of phosphorescent colors, it swept him along in its soft current, warm and liquid. He struggled to swim against it, but he was always being taken down a wide river, spun around in little eddies of blues, pinks, and lavenders. At times he was on top of the water, sometimes under it. He fought to stay on the top of the gently moving liquid that had him in its grip, but each time he surfaced he was drawn under again.
The wide river turned into a small lake, and then for no good reason that,he could fathom, into a deep pool. The water was crystal clear and he could seem himself floating under the surface. He tried to reason why he could see himself, but could not. He swam, kicking his feet hard, trying to move to the edge of the deep pool, which he couldn't really see, but knew was close at hand. He could move. Turning over, he tried floating on his back, but was suddenly swept away into a rapid cascade of rushing fluid. He could hear voices, women's voices, humming, beckoning him to follow them like the legendary sirens of Homer. The voices melding into one, soft and alluring. As he rushed along, he could hear the roar of water falling. A waterfall! He was going to be swept over a waterfall and crushed on the rocks below. He didn't know why he knew this, but he did. He fought the steady pulling current as hard as he could, he tried to kick, but his feet wouldn't move. He flailed his arms, straining every muscle in his body, but he was still being pulled ever closer to the sound of falling water and his death.
He was getting closer, and he could fight. The soft, feminine voice was calling for him, luring him, pulling him toward the rushing sound of the waterfall. He looked around wildly for something to grasp, for something he could hold onto so he could save himself, but there was nothing but the churning water.
The water was a splashing roar, and he knew that he was at the edge. He lunged back with all his strength, but was pulled over the edge, the water carrying him down, ever down. He opened his mouth to scream, but the scream didn't come, there was only the sound of the falling water and the sound of the singing siren. His body hit. The sounds of the rushing water and the singing stopped. He thought he was dead. His neck felt funny. It must be broken. He opened his eyes to look at his broken body.
Sunlight highlighted the beamed ceiling of his own bedroom. He blinked. Blinked again, and the sunlight or the beams of the ceiling didn't go away. He carefully moved his eyes from side to side. The walls, the chest, curtained windows, all the familiar things of his room where there before him, as they had always been. Reason replaced fantasy in his clouded and befuddled brain. He'd had a nightmare. A real whopper.
Bill looked around again. He was lying half in and half out of his own bed. The sheets and blanket were wrapped tightly around his legs, making them immobile. He could hear the shower running, and someone humming loudly in the bathroom. Just as these sounds registered in his head, the humming and the sound of falling water from the shower stopped. The shower door clicked open and slammed shut.
What the fucking hell is going on, he thought, getting to his feet after untangling himself from the sheets and blanket. He stood up beside the bed, naked.
Marge's dusky figure padded through the bedroom door, a towel in her hands, her tremendous melon-like breasts swaying and bouncing as she walked into the room, drying the tiny rivulets of water that sparkled and glistened in the sunlight. She stopped when she saw him standing by the bed, the sheets and blanket twisted and rumpled at his feet.
"Man, you sure do tear hell out of a bed. I just changed it yesterday after you left," she said in mock anger.
"Never mind that, goddamn it. What the hell are you doing here, anyway?" Bill asked.
"I came back for seconds on that big white stick of yours. I liked it," she giggled.
"But I've got things to do. What the hell time is it, anyway?" he asked her in an exasperated voice.
" 'Bout noon," she replied. "How the hell did you get in here?" he asked next.
"I've got a key, remember?" she chided.
"Oh, yeah, I remember," he answered, remembering all too well their pure animal-like coupling of the day before and the exquisite delights that she had introduced him to. A hum job. Christ, what a mind blower!
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bill held his head in his hands. He rubbed his eyes and then his temples. When he looked up, Marge was standing in front of him in all her naked glory. The sunlight steaming in through the windows made her coffee-colored skin glow with richness, accenting the rounding curves of her body, the bulging swell of her magnificently proportioned breasts, with their nearly black tips, puckered slightly now from the stimulation they had received from the rough nap of the big towel. His eyes stared at the deep dimple of her navel set in the middle of her flat belly just above the triangle of wiry curls that covered her pussy lips.
Sinking to her knees in front of him, Marge took Bill's face in her hands. "What's the matter, didn't you like what I did for you yesterday?"
"Sure, I liked it fine. Never had anything like it before in my whole life, but I just woke up from a rotten dream and I'm trying to get my head straight," he answered her honestly.
Her hands slid down his face, over his shoulders, and came to rest with her palms flat against his chest. Pushing him back gently but firmly, Marge told him softly, "You just do that, and I'll try to help you."
Bill let her push him onto his back, his legs still bent over the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out with a soft, whooshing sound.
His legs parted naturally, and he felt Marge push her body between them, her hands sliding down his chest, across his belly, and centering themselves around the triangle of hair tufted up from around the base of his cock.
"You'll like it better if you watch," she said, looking at him from between his legs.
Pulling a pillow under his head, Bill watched her as she cupped his hanging balls in one hand, squeezing and rolling the two encased walnuts between her fingers. Her fingernails scraped at the tender skin under his hanging sac and tickled his ass-hole. The muscles of his butt convulsed at her touch but it was a delightful convulsion.
With her other hand, she took his limp prick, letting her fingers circle the flaccid flesh, pulling the skin up until it covered the soft, knobby head. Looking intensely at the head of his prick, she pulled the skin down again, stretching it tight, and squeezing it so that the head puffed slightly from the blood trapped there.
Bill felt the muscles of his belly contract as desire rose in him like a bubbling spring. The desire became more intense as he watched Marge's bright pink tongue dart out and lick at the head of his prick. It provided a tingling wet warmth that traveled down the shaft of his cock and into the hanging sac containing his balls. She circled his prick's head with her lapping tongue, wetting and warming it. Holding the shaft in her hand, she sucked at the head of his prick like a candy cane, letting it pop out of her mouth, then dipping her head, mouth wide, to capture it again to be sucked and savored.
Listening, Bill could hear the beating of his heart thumping in his ears. It got louder, sending the rich blood of his young body racing toward the center of his pelvis to fill and engorge his prick. He felt the muscular contractions of his ass as his body responded to Marge's expert tongue. His blood boiled into his cock, hot and thick. As her sucking lips released the head, it throbbed, jerked, and rose from between her tightly grasping fingers.
Releasing her tight grip, she allowed the blood to fill the knob at the top of his white column of flesh, and Bill watched in a strange, fascinated way as it swelled, lengthened, and became a hard and rigid tool, ready for his most sensual delights.
"Ummm, that's much better," she said, holding his now hardened prick lightly between her fingers, watching as it pulsed with its own life.
Lifting herself higher, Marge laid his cock in the tight groove between her large, succulent breasts. She pushed them together, making a tight channel of warm flesh. Rolling her breasts with her hands pressed tightly to her sides, Marge let the warmth and texture of her tits move up and down the surface of Bill's prick. He watched as his prick's head, sticking up from between the two luscious mounds, became redder as it filled with even more blood. He felt the pull of his ass-hole as his muscles strained and contorted to force his prick to throb harder within the confines of her titted channel.
"That's nice," she said, "I can feel it pushing against me."
"What other tricks do you know?" Bill asked, lifting his head from the pillow.
With a smile, Marge looked back at him, saying, "Just wait and see."
"I might have a few of my own," he remarked.
"Nothing kinky, I hope," she said, still rolling her breasts over his cock.
"Nope, just plain good fun."
"I'm game for that."
"Come on and get on the bed and I'll show you a few," Bill suggested.
"Not yet. I want to play some more."
"Okay, it's your thing," he said, leaning back against the pillow.
Dropping her tits so they bounced and jiggled, Marge got to her feet, spreading her legs and placing her knees on either side of Bill's hips. "I want to top-ride you for a while. Can you dig it?"
"Couldn't have made a better suggestion myself," Bill answered as he scooted his hips closer to the edge of the bed to make it easier for her.
On her knees, Marge held herself erect and took his prick in one hand and parted the lips of her cunt with the other. She inched herself forward until she had the head of his cock directly in line with her slot. Holding her pussy lips open, she wedged the head of his cock in the groove and moved it back and forth, wetting the head and stimulating herself at the same time.
"Umm. I like that. How does it feel to you?" she asked as she rubbed herself harder against the flesh of his prick's head.
"Just great," he admitted.
Looking down his body, Bill could see that the head of his prick was glistening with the fluids that were emitting from her hole. She was already running like a river. The flow was so great that some of the viscous fluid ran off the head of his prick on down the shaft.
Marge's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. A strangled moan was coming from deep in her throat as she rubbed her cunt and clit against the head of his prick harder. She moved her knees forward a little and then spread them as wide as she could, spreading the pussy lips wide, exposing the pink gash that had been covered by the dark skin and black, wiry hair which spread from between her lush thighs up over the lower portion of her belly in a tiny black triangle.
Bill could feel as well as see the bright pink hole as it opened and closed just above the head of his prick. He wanted to rip into that bright little spot with all the power of his body, but he knew that Marge was doing her own thing and he was getting all the benefit, so he relaxed, lying back on the pillow and enjoying the multiple sensations that were making him tingle in every part of his body.
Marge placed the tip of his cock at the bright pink opening of her cunt and let her undulating lips nibble at the bulging head. "Don't move, man. Let me do it my way."
"Go ahead, baby. Do your own thing."
Springing up and down on her powerful thighs, Marge let the tip of his cock enter into her hole a little more. Looking down his tensed body, Bill could see that only about half of his cock's head was securely lodged in her opening. Marge was panting a little, apparently trying to hold back and savor the feeling that she had held for as long as possible before she changed her position. Sucking in her breath, Marge's entire body stiffened and she suddenly and without the slightest warning plunged downward.
Bill's cock ripped into her innards, pushing aside the delicate tissues, and she impaled herself on his flesh. Her channel was warm and wet, well prepared for the sudden, violent plunge that she made to feel his fullness filling her cunt, stretching the opening with his thick member. Marge grunted loudly as her hips smacked against Bill's thighs and his entire cock was rammed into her box until she couldn't take another inch. He could feel the tip pressing against something deep within her body and he twitched his hips to move his cock against the obstruction.
Marge groaned again and twisted her body from side to side, her hands clutched at each thigh, her belly heaving, breasts swelling with passion. She leaned forward at the waist, her hands sliding up Bill's body and circling his neck, her breasts pressing tightly against his chest. Tilting her head back, she opened her mouth and let her tongue dart out to cover his face with her warm saliva.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Bill twisted his head, his lips seeking hers, joining them, his tongue pressed hard against hers. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his cock, making it grow even bigger with a throbbing force that he didn't think he had. He wanted to move, to ram his cock in and out of her body, to make her cry with passion, to come a dozen times, to feel his own juice as it splashed into her from deep within herself. He wanted all these things and he wanted them now. Arching his body, he attempted to roll her off him so that he could get on top and fuck her until she cried for him to stop, but she wouldn't budge.
"No, man, let me do it my way for a while. It'll be good, I promise."
Bill ceased his efforts to dislodge her from her position astride him and waited for the next part of Marge's thing.
Still pressing herself tightly against him, Marge started raising her hips, letting his cock slip out of her tightly gripping cunt. She pulled her body from him until just the head of his prick was in place, and then, with a shuddering moan, she would plunge down with all the force she could muster, rocking back and forth as she settled against him, his cock filling her to the fullest. Up and down the pattern went, and Bill was afraid that she was going to hurt herself, but didn't say a word, figuring she knew what and how much she wanted and was able to take. And so it went, stroke after stroke, up slowly, and then down again with a sudden plunging, moaning drop of her entire body as she impaled herself on his cock time and time again.
Bill could feel her cunt milking at his cock as she rocked back and forth after each downward stroke, trying to get his milk to bathe her innards with its warm substance. Her teeth were at his shoulder, nipping the skin, taking whole mouthfuls to chew and lave with her tongue. Rumbling moans vibrated in her throat. Finally she announced what Bill had already suspected.
"Coming! Now! Fuck me anyway you want, but fuck me hard," she cried in a barely coherent voice, spitting the words from between clenched teeth as they bit and gnawed at his shoulder.
Bill had been waiting patiently for his turn. Now he could pay her back for the hum job she had introduced yesterday. He was going to give her a hum job to end all hum jobs. Arching his body, Bill rolled Marge on her side and then on her back. As he spread her legs, he pulled open the drawer of the small nightstand next to the bed and pulled out the banana-shaped vibrator that he stored there. Pushing back on Marge's legs, he raised them until her knees were touching her shoulders, then spread her thighs as wide as possible. This forced her cunt to gape wide open, ready and unprotected from any form of intrusion that he cared to make upon it.
Spinning around, Bill placed himself in the classic sixty-nine position, his cock just above Marge's lips and his head thrust forward between her spread thighs. As he turned on the thick, white device, Bill felt Marge take his cock into her mouth, sucking on the root that had so recently been planted deep in her grotto. Her saliva mixed with her own lubricating juices, but she sucked him without complaint.
Turning on the switch at the base of the machine, Bill heard and felt it spring into life, humming and quivering in his hand. Without preliminaries, he pointed it at her gaping hole and plunged it into her, ramming the full length of it into her body until it would go no further, until just the round, flat base was visible, its whiteness contrasting starkly with the darkness of her skin.
Marge jerked her hips wildly as the plastic prick with the vibrating nose ripped into her box.
She dropped Bill's prick from her mouth as she cried out with the sudden unexpected invasion of her cunt. Bill held her legs spread wide so that she couldn't flail about and then started moving the vibrator in and out of her cunt with fast, hard strokes. Bill felt her lips again grip his cock, her hands guiding it to her mouth. Her sucking was more vigorous and she was humming as loudly as she possibly could. It was just what Bill wanted a mutual hum job.
He buried the vibrator in her cunt, ceasing his hard strokes, and turned the base so that the quickly pulsating tip would spin around deep inside her cunt, applying its oscillating sensations to every surface of her channel. Her muscles were spasming as she pushed and pulled at the device with her cunt. Bill watched them ooze up around the base and then retreat, her cunt trying to turn itself inside out.
He felt Marge wrap her arms around his hips and her fingers slid into the open crack of his ass. They ran down the groove until they found the puckered star of his ass-hole and then they tickled and felt for the opening. The tip of a finger probed and then forced an entrance. She pushed hard and buried her finger deep in his bowels, rolling it around and then pushing it in and out slowly.
Wetting his middle finger with the juices that were oozing from around the base of the vibrator, Bill aimed at her exposed ass-hole and without feeling or priming it, he plunged his finger into her nether hole as deeply as he could, She bucked against his hand, attempting to dislodge him, but he pressed on, forcing his entire finger into her bowels. They stroked into one another, wildly and without reservation. They were free, giving and taking mutual pleasure.
Bill's prick felt swollen and sore as Marge worked on it with her lips, teeth, and tongue. He could feel the rumbling in his balls that meant he was about to come. The head of his prick was swollen to the point of bursting. Marge, apparently sensing nearness of his climax, bit down on that tender area just behind the glans, and rammed her finger as hard as she could into his ass.
The explosion of his coming shook Bill to the core. The jets of liquid spurted from the slitted end of his cock and bathed the back of Marge's throat with the viscous milky substance that poured from deep within his body. Every muscle in his body was flexed to the point of ultimate strain. His ass-hole tightened around Marge's finger so that she could not move it in or out. His hips were jammed forward, forcing nearly the entire length of his cock into her sucking mouth. In spite of the fact that the last spurt of his come had already splashed into her throat to be swallowed hungrily, Marge maintained her grip on his softening prick, sucking and milking the softening flesh with her lips, running her tongue over the withered head.
As if by mutual agreement, they each withdrew their buried fingers from the other's ass-hole. When Bill attempted to remove the humming vibrator as well, Marge bucked and twisted under him, telling him that she wanted it to remain buried in her body.
At last his prick slid from between her lips and he was free to roll away and stretch out on the bed to relax his cramped and sore muscles. He immediately fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
There were no more dreams of being swept to his ultimate destruction by waves of softly clinging water. There were no more siren voices to lure him over the precipice of some fantasy waterfall. There was nothing, just deep, black sleep, without fear, without struggle, He was warm. He was relaxed, vaguely conscious of another warm and relaxed being near him, and even that feeling drifted away from his as he dropped deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. Soon there was nothing at all.