Chapter 12
Kitty smiled her pleasure. "That sounds like a marvelous idea. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
"You don't know the half of it," he replied, grinning broadly. "Just stretch out on that rub while I get the oil."
"Do we have to wait for it to get warm?"
"Nope. I've rigged up a little device to keep a bottle warm all the time. One never knows, after all."
"You have a lot of women on your string, don't you?" Kitty was intrigued by the possibility.
"I like women, if that's what you're asking," he replied as he returned to the living room. Or, more properly, the salon since they were on a boat.
"That isn't what I mean and you know it. To put it very bluntly, do you fuck a different woman every night?"
"Nope."
"Come on, now, quit being coy. You can tell me."
"I believe we had this conversation before. Or one very much like it. In London. Remember?"
"I didn't get anywhere then, either, did I? Just what do you mean when you say you like women? Some women aren't very nice, you know."
"Neither are some men. What I mean is that I like the company of women better than I do that of men. Some women are nice to look at, some are nice to talk to, some or nice to make love with. Some are all of those things. Some are none of those things."
"You're very enigmatic, you know that? You use a lot of words, but you don't really tell me anything."
"I tell you a lot. All you have to do is listen."
Dudley got on the rug by Kitty and began applying hot oil to her feet. He worked it into the soles slowly. Her first reaction was to succumb to her ticklishness. After a few moments, she grew accustomed to his touch. She let the conversation lapse. To talk now would be to destroy the feeling he was creating in her body and mind.
Dudley did both feet thoroughly, then started on her right leg. His hands were gentle, yet firm, as he kneaded the muscles and worked the oil into the smooth skin. He worked his way up to the bottom of her buttock, then started at the ankle of her left leg. Kitty was almost purring by the time he reached the bottom of her other buttock.
Kitty had spread her legs slightly while he was working on the inside of her thighs, but he had been very careful to avoid touching her pussy. Now, as he began working on her buttocks, he carefully avoided the crack of her ass. He would get to those sensitive areas later.
Kitty was so relaxed she was almost asleep when Dudley finished with her neck. She hadn't felt so relaxed, so content, in along time. He patted her on the ass.
"Turn over. We're less than half through."
She rolled over. Her legs spread automatically. She stretched her arms straight out from her shoulders. Her breathing was deep and regular. She had opened herself to him in complete trust.
Again he started at her feet and worked up her body, avoiding her pussy. The lips of her cunt had thickened and were gaping open. Sex dew had collected all along her slit.
He spent a long time on her breasts, kneading and massaging them with lots of oil. Her nipples had hardened and thickened so they stood up in their full glory.
"Your nipples are very large and thick," he said softly. "I like that."
"Ummmm," she muttered by way of reply.
"I also like the thick patch of hair around your pussy. The inner lips peek out when you're hot."
"Uh-hhhhhhhh," was all she could manage.
He wasn't sure his words were even registering on her. She was in the state he wanted for her. When she came the next time, it would be a deep, hard orgasm. One to shatter her control. But that would be only the beginning. She had lots of orgasms to go and each one was going to be stronger, more mind-shattering than the previous one.
Dudley drizzled some oil at the top of her slit, rubbed his finger through it, then slipped the digit into the top of her sex slot. He found her clit immediately. It was standing up in full erection, just as hard as her nipples were. He massaged it for a few minutes. The button wasn't his primary goal, however. What he was after now was inside her cunt.
He didn't need any oil for her cunt hole. It was so wet and slick he could have shoved his whole fist into her with ease. All he needed was two fingers. He got up on his knees facing her feet, slipped his middle and ring finger into her cunt, curled the tips of his fingers up, and began massaging the top of her vagina.
Kitty's reaction was immediate and vigorous. Her hips jerked upward. Her ass began moving in tight circles. She sucked in her breath sharply.
"What are you doinggggggggggggV
"Making you feel good. You'll come in a minute or two. Just let yourself go and enjoy it. Faye was in here the other night if you'll remember."
"How do you know when I'll comeeeEEEEEE?" Her voice started out low and soft. It ended up in a loud affirmation of her pleasure. She had no warning that her orgasm was near. It came on her suddenly, so fierce that it took away her breath. Her body heaved and vibrated and bounced the way it would have had someone fed a large charge of electricity through it.
Dudley continued massaging her cunt vigorously, driving her higher and higher. When at last her body was as limp as a rag doll, he pulled his fingers from her cunt.
"My Goddddd!" Kitty wheezed.
He put one arm under her upper back and lifted her into a half-sitting position, her shoulder against his chest. His prick lay on her belly, not yet hard. His hand dove back into her crotch. This time he put two fingers on her clit.
"DudlEEEEEE!" Kitty wailed. She made a halfhearted attempt to close her legs.
"Keep your legs open," he ordered firmly. "You're not through yet."
In silent obedience, she spread her legs wide again. Her previous orgasm was still coursing through her body when he began frigging her clit. It took only a moment for her to start coming once more. Dudley began licking and sucking her nipples, alternating between them like windshield wipers in a heavy rain storm. Her arms flailed about. One hand landed on his prick. She grabbed it and began squeezing and pulling on it as she came. And came. And came some more.
One after the other, her orgasms ripped her apart, pushing her so far into an erotic euphoria that she lost all track of anything except what was happening in her pussy. She became one big pussy with a monstrous clit. All she could do was come.
Her body went totally limp in his arms. And yet it continued bucking and jerking as he frigged her. Her clit got all of his attention. She became convinced that she couldn't come any more. But she did.
"No," she whispered harshly. "No more! You're killing me!"
"There are worse ways to die," he said tenderly.
He didn't stop mauling her clit though. She was going to learn what it was like to be totally at someone's mercy; to lose complete control of her mind and body. She shouldn't have challenged him the way she did.
Kitty was lying in his embrace, her body slack, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed, as he made her come some more. She was no longer aware of even that happening. She was in what was called in earlier days a light swoon. Somewhere between a conscious and an unconscious state. Her clit was the only thing that had any feeling left in it. And that was beginning to go numb.
Mother Nature had equipped Kitty very well so she could come, easily and deeply. Now she was stepping in to protect Kitty. When Kitty could no longer come, her clit grew completely numb. Her nerves stopped sending signals to her brain.
Dudley recognized the signs. Only when they were very distinct did he stop frigging her clit. He kissed each of her nipples tenderly, then her lips. Then her lower lips.
Kitty didn't respond to any of her kisses. He eased her body down to the rug and pulled his arm from under her.
Leaving her flat on her back, slowly recovering from her ordeal, Dudley went to his liquor cabinet for brandy.
He smiled, partly to himself, over his success so far. This woman was capable of things she didn't know about. Not yet at least. Before the night was over, she'd know. And he'd have one of the best fucks imaginable.