Chapter 13
"It's dark," Libby said softly, "and there's the first star."
"That's Venus," Gene said.
"It's a star to me. Did you make a wish?"
"No, I don't remember the rhyme."
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, or something like that," she said quietly, "and then you make your wish."
"Sounds about right to me. Did you make a wish?"
"Darling, I don't know what I would wish for that I don't already have. Tomorrow is Sunday. If you call Cynthia in the morning, we might be able to get together. We'd better start early, so you and she can get your sleep and not be hung over at work. I'll fix a buffet, and we can snack whenever we feel the need."
"Well," he laughed, "you put that together in a hurry."
"Darling, I'm a fast girl," she laughed.
She stood and walked to the edge of the bluff and stood like a goddess looking down from Mount Olympus. A gentle breeze wafted through the tranquil summer night and rustled her flowing skirt. She tilted her head back and gazed at the sky, at the stars sparkling like incandescent grains of sand, making the clear night sky pulse with cold, distant light.
"Look at the Milky Way," she said softly. "It looks like it ruptured, spilling stars everywhere."
"I learn something new about you every day." He got up and stood by her, his eyes fondling the sensual curves of her voluptuous body. "You've got the soul of a poetess."
"More-likely the soul of a courtesan," she said, with a soft, sexy laugh. "If I had lived a hundred years ago, I would have been the madam of a bawdy house, probably in New Orleans. It would have catered to every hedonistic desire, and men would have come from hundreds of miles to indulge themselves with my beautiful, sensual girls. Of course, I would have taken the most handsome, most courtly men for myself, and they would have paid whatever I asked just to suck my toes and lick my luscious pussy."
Gene caressed her shapely ass and chuckled. "What about the elegant ladies who might have wanted a little diversion, would you have catered to them?"
"Yes," she said quietly, "but only very select ones." She leaned against him and pulled his hand up and put his arm around her and held his hand in hers. "The city looks so sparkly from up here, thousands of twinkling lights spread across the prairie, so pastoral. When I was little, and we would come up in the mountains for a picnic, I thought this was what the Promised Land would look like."
"You're very pensive tonight," he said softly, not wishing to break the mood.
"I'm very happy tonight." She put his hand on her tit and squeezed it gently. "More romantic than pensive. Look how the starlight dances across the reservoir, like streaks of quicksilver, and the shadows look like puddles of darkness."
She unbuttoned her blouse, and the gold bracelets on her slender wrists clinked sharply, like the sound of coins dropping into a metal piggy bank. Gene lifted his hand, and she pulled her blouse open, and he put his hand back on her bare tit.
"I like to be fondled," she said softly.
"I like to fondle you," he replied. Part of her belly chain was sticking above her skirt, and a pendant hung between her tits, suspended on a heavy gold chain. "All that gold looks good on you. You should wear it more often, especially the bracelets. And the belly chain, of course."
"If you like them, I will. I haven't taken off my belly chain since you gave it to me. Aaron thought it looked real sexy." She unfastened her skirt and let it fall in a puddle around her ankles. "I didn't know that fucking Aaron, or any man beside you, would be so exhilarating, darling, and I was afraid you would say that I couldn't do it again."
"Your fears were unfounded."
"That doesn't mean that I love you any less," she said. "If anything, I love you more."
He turned her to face him and hefted her tits. "Someday, I'd like to weigh these things, just to see how heavy they really are."
"You figure out how, and we'll do it, darling," she whispered. "We'll do anything you want."
She stepped up closer to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He put his right arm around her and cupped one buttock and pulled her up closer, and could feel the warmth of her thighs through his pants.
She leaned against him and shivered. "I'm hot and wet, darling."
He kissed the tip of her nose and chuckled. "Are you ever not hot and wet?"
"Not when I'm around you," she giggled. "I'm going to tell you a secret, something I've never told anybody. During the day, when I get myself off, I like to experiment with different ways of doing it. Sometimes, I use the pulsing shower head. Sometimes, I use just my little vibrator on my clit. Sometimes, I fuck myself with a big vibrator, one about the size of your cock. Sometimes, I fuck myself with the big one and use the little one on my clit. Sometimes, I use just my fingers. None of that is a secret, but this is. Sometimes, I put a little oil on my clit to make it real slick and rub it lightly with one finger and fantasize that another girl is licking me."
"Do you have that fantasy very often?"
"Until a couple months ago, only about once a month or so. Since then, at least twice a week."
"You know how to make my cock hard, don't you?"
"I sure hope so," she chuckled. "I like it hard." She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, and said, "I love you so much, darling," then took his hand and walked toward the blanket. "I'm trembling all over, darling, and my insides are a tumultuous mess. Nothing unusual, though. I get that way every time I know you're going to fuck me." She let go of his hand and took one side of the blanket and pulled it a few feet closer to the edge of the bluff. "There, that's exactly where it was lying the night you proposed to me, then fucked me silly. You don't have to propose to me again, but I do want you to fuck me silly." She raised her outstretched arms and took a deep breath. "God, it's beautiful here."
"So are you," he said, devouring her lush body with his eyes.
She smiled hotly at him and the tip of her pink tongue caressed her full, sensuous lips. "Standing here naked, waiting for my lover to fuck me, makes me feel like a goddess."
"Venus," he said, "or Aphrodite. Both were a goddess of love."
"Maybe Gaea, the goddess of Earth," she laughed.
Overwhelmed with passion, she went into his strong arms and rubbed her body against his and felt his magnificent cock prodding her belly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hot, wet kisses all over his face and neck and mouth, then plunged her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands roamed over his shoulders and back and tight little ass. Just touching him thrilled her, and she could hardly wait to feel his strong, demanding cock plundering her pussy.
He cupped her ass and massaged her firm cheeks and held her close, feeling her body tremble, feeling her soft tits against his chest, and sucked her tongue tenderly.
She leaned her head back and gazed into his eyes with lust and adoration. "You handsome, magnificent bastard," she said softly. "When I went to Aaron's I was nervous, but what I feel now, what I always feel with you, is totally different. I'm shaking all over, fiery passion is eating at my insides, and I can actually feel the walls of my cunt quivering."
"This is the first time you've talked to me that way."
"This is the first time I've come to you after fucking another man," she said quietly.
"If this is what it does to you, we just might have to arrange for another man to fuck you a couple times a week."
"Oh, darling," she said hotly, "I'm willing. God, you don't know how willing I am!" Her lust was running rampant, her tits were heaving, and her face was flushed with desire. "Just promise me that nothing will change between us."
"Only for the better, darling," he said quietly, firmly. "I love you this way."
She cupped her tits and scratched the nipples lightly with her sharp nails, and the buds swelled more, grew longer and thicker. "I feel like a bundle of dynamite, ready to explode any second."
"Well, you are a dynamite piece of ass," he teased. He fondled her tits again. "like the first melons of the season, succulent and firm."
"Now, who's got the soul of a poet? They're more like watermelons than cantaloupes."
"I like watermelon."
"No, you like tits," she chuckled. "Are we going to stand here talking, or are you going to fuck me?"
"I thought you liked to be fondled."
"I do," she moaned, pressing her tits against his hands, "but the wait is driving me crazy. If you don't fuck me soon, my damn pussy will explode and set the place on fire!"
"Rocks don't burn," he teased, "and that's about all that's around here."
A storm had been brewing in her pussy all day, and now it was about to get out of control. "You bastard," she said softly, "you're doing this on purpose."
"Everything I do with you is on purpose, sweetheart." He picked her up and knelt on the blanket and laid her on her back.
She looked up at him as he undressed. He dropped his pants, and his raging hard-on jutted out like a steel girder. She quaked with longing, knowing he was going to fuck her with his bloated prick until her eyeballs rattled. She spread her legs and raised her arms to him. "Put out my fire, baby!"
"Which do you want first, licking or fucking?"
Her nerves screaming, her body shuddering with need, she stared at him with flashing blue eyes and hissed, "Both!"
"One at a time, my hot little bitch," he chuckled. His eyes never wavered from her lush figure-her bulging tits, her undulating hips, her squirming ass as he knelt and put her hand on his cock and tormented her a little more. "Do you like my cock?" .
"I love it," she whimpered. "I can't wait until you plug my hole with it!" She fondled her pussy, parted the swollen lips and exposed the red inner gash. "See how juicy my pussy is? You've got to fuck me, baby!"
He straddled her body and knelt over her tits, and her stiff nipples rubbed the cheeks of his ass. "Give it a little suck."
"You're torturing me, you bastard." She hefted his weighty balls in her left hand and stroked his bloated lance with her right hand. "Oh, God, what a magnificent hunk of hard cock!"
"Yeah, that's the way," he murmured, jabbing his prick through her hot fist. His balls, heavy with cum, rolled around in her palm, and his muscles grew taut.
His swollen cockhead enthralled her. She licked her parched lips and felt his blood-gorged love muscle throb as she jerked it frantically. "It's so big and so beautiful," she moaned. She squeezed his prick as hard as she could, and the slit in the tip seemed to wink at her.
"In your mouth," he grunted, "take it in your mouth, suck it!" Her hot hands were driving him berserk.
"Yesss," she crooned, agreeing wholeheartedly, "I'll suck the fucking thing until you scream."
Out of her skull with wanton desire, she tugged on his prick, pulling him forward until he was kneeling over her head. The tip of his cock touched her lips, and she opened her mouth and surrounded his knob with heated wetness. "Mmmmmm," she gurgled with heavenly pleasure.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her mouth sucked, her hand stroked his hard shaft, then she blended everything together-suck, stroke, lick, suck, stroke, lick.. .
"God damn," he groaned deliriously.
He fucked her greedy mouth carefully so he wouldn't choke her, staring at her, watching his prick slide between her clinging lips, listening to her slurping sucking sounds. His cock was coated, drenched, marinated in her hot spit.
He ran the fingers of his left hand through her soft blonde tresses and traced a path around her lips with the tip of the forefinger of his right hand, feeling his cock fuck her face. He felt the mounting pressure in his balls. His horny, wanton wife was sucking him blind, and he felt the pressure mounting in his balls. He tried to control himself, keep from blasting, tried to save it for her pussy, but it was a case of mission impossible. She was sucking avidly, bent on emptying his balls.
"I'm going to.. .oh, fuck," he blurted as his body tensed and his muscles rippled.
She knew what was happening, but she couldn't stop sucking his gorgeous cock, and threw herself headlong into the exquisite task of sucking him dry, relishing it, feeling his cock swell even larger in her mouth.
His fingers combed frantically through her hair, and with her head held firmly in his grasp, he let himself go, fucking her mouth in a blaze of passion, his balls swinging freely, whacking her drooling chin.
Lost in passion, she welcomed his sudden avid fucking and the inability to move her head. Being helpless added spice to the game. She was pinned beneath him with his cock fucking her mouth, and she loved it. She moved her hands from his cock to give him all the room he needed to fuck his entire lance down her gullet and took his hulking length without gagging, and he fucked harder, stretching her throat muscles. She raked his ass with her sharp nails, digging into his skin and he howled and soared into his orgasm, his prick erupting like a machine gun, spraying her mouth and throat with a steady barrage of hot cock cream.
She clawed his ass like a wildcat, wallowing in the joy of having her face fucked furiously. She kept her eyes open, leering up at him, watching his face as he came. The glut of jism filled her mouth, made her cheeks balloon. She swallowed as rapidly as she could, but he was cumming like a fire hose, and cum squirted out between her lips and his cock with each forward thrust. She scraped her teeth along his spouting prick, and the last few drops of cum left in his balls were expelled at jet speed.