Chapter 4
Fran already felt refreshed when she heard Bill returning. She was drying herself briskly with one of the giant towels she had found waiting for her on a glass shelf just outside the shower. The water had felt wonderful on her nervous, tired body and she tingled now from the rubbing she was giving herself. The fact that their plane had been hijacked and that they were here as prisoners in this strange place was on her mind, but she felt too tired, and too good after the shower, to worry.
Besides, they were here together, she and Bill. In spite of the fact that they were not actually in Ft. Lauderdale as they had planned, they were here in the sun and Bill, her adoring husband Bill, was coming to her. Away together without the pressure of his insurance office, perhaps they would be able to find each other as they never had before. Fran wanted to try. She knew she was a beautiful woman. She sensed too that she could be a perfect wife in all ways to her husband if he would only allow them the time they needed to seal the sexual part of their life together.
"Everything all right, Fran?" Bill called through the closed bathroom door.
"I'll be right out, darling," Fran answered happily.
She liked the feel of the soft giant towel around her and, glancing at herself in the full-length mirror, decided also that she liked the way its deep green color showed off the radiance of her hair and skin. She felt the nipples on her full, firmly rounded breasts harden involuntarily and quickly wrapped the towel around herself just above them before opening the bathroom door to greet her husband.
"Honey, you look real happy," Bill said, walking quickly toward her, stripping his shirt as he came.
"I am. I'm very happy. We may not be where we planned, but we're still on vacation," murmured Fran as her husband looked with obvious anticipation along the length of her smoothly curved young body.
For the moment he had forgotten too that they were the prisoners of Ramon and his men here in the isolated splendor of the hotel and its garden. After leaving his wife as she was on her way to the shower, he had knocked gently at Liz's room next door. Getting no response, he had tried the door and found it open. He had entered quietly to see Liz's lithe form just emerging from her bathroom. She was completely naked from her ripely fleshed tits to her pouting, little, golden-haired cunt. Not as quickly as she might have, she retreated to reappear in a light cotton robe. But the sight of her nakedness excited Bill and he had found it difficult to conceal his erection from her as she came back in her robe to sit on her bed while they talked. His eyes had followed the long, tapered gracefulness of her young legs as she crossed them primly while smiling up at him.
And now, right after that, in his own room just next door to Liz's, here was her slightly older sister, his wife, looking as eager as he could ever remember her looking since their honeymoon two years before. Perhaps she was right, perhaps this time away from the office was what both of them needed. And even though they were not signed into the Marina Hotel in Ft. Lauderdale at which he had arranged first class accommodations, they still were, as Fran said, on vacation.
"I'm glad you like me this way, darling," Fran breathed. The soft whirring of the air-conditioner was the only sound in the room now.
Bill did not answer but reached rapidly for his wife, pulling the towel from her still slightly damp nakedness. He kissed her roughly as he guided her back firmly toward the side bed.
"Be gentle, Bill. Please be gentle." her voice sounded small to her as she lay back and watched her husband stripping off the rest of his clothes hurriedly and moving to tower over her with his desire-hardened penis standing out in naked erection in front of him. Fran's eyes riveted on it as she smokily watched the excited throbbing of the blood-filled head.
"Oh, darling," she moaned passionately, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he moved over her, pressing her thighs wide apart with his knees as he did so.
"Darling, you feel so wonderful lying between my legs like this," Fran whispered into his ear, grinding the smoothness of her naked belly up against him.
Bill pushed his hands down beneath her hips, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded buttocks in the palms of his hands and pulling the soft, hair-covered triangle of her loins tight up against his rigid cock. He could feel the heated dampness already beginning to seep from the slightly quivering lips of her vagina as his hardened cock pressed into the tiny open slit. The pressure of his sperm building in his balls was almost unbearable.
"Slowly, darling," Fran pleaded.
But the red bulbous tip of his prick stood ready at the entrance of her vaginal lips and in abrupt, unexpected abandon he flicked his hips forward with a sudden, almost cruel, thrust that drove his lust-hardened rod of flesh spearing into the tight, hair-fringed mouth of her soft, vulnerably open pussy.
Bill began fucking hard into her willing, but still fearfully contracting cunt, forcing his lust-thickened cock deeper still into the softness of his wife's belly and at the same time pulling her buttocks up higher into his driving hips. His balls slapped noisily up against their smooth, upturned cheeks as the blunt cudgel of his prick ground mercilessly into her.
Fran strained under him, trying to arch her loins even higher toward him, her vagina beginning only now to seep wetness around the cruelly piercing hardness sunk deep up into the tightness of her belly. She tried to drive herself toward a frenzy of sexual excitement using every straining muscle in her tortured body to meet the rapid demands of her husband's huge cock as it fucked methodically in and out of her wide stretched cunt.
Fran moaned in an unending series of sounds under her husband's unbridled assault, and an exquisite pleasure was growing warmly in the quivering sheath of her vagina which slid smoothly now back and forth over his rhythmically thrusting penis. The fleshy slapping sound he made each time he slammed her body down into the broad mattress echoed flatly throughout the room. He surged forward like a bulldozer moving soft earth out of its path, harder and harder until they were both wildly fucking against each other, smacking belly against belly.
Pleasure seeped strongly all the way to Fran's raw nerve-ends. It began to ripple crazily through her pussy and up out of her fleece-lined vaginal lips, dancing like fire across her wildly trembling thighs and up the full length of her wide-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making them curl tightly against the balls of her feet. It worked its way up from her excitedly rippling stomach through her rib cage and out the tips of her rigid little nipples, sensitive now even to the air of the strange, cool room around them.
Bill fucked into her like a madman, and even through her growing abandon Fran could feel that, as usual, he was on the verge of cumming in her just as she was growing to greater excitement there under him still far from satisfied herself.
"Darling, don't cum yet. I need you longer," she pleaded.
Her husband plunged on, seemingly heedless of her desperate pleas. Even through the delicious cloud of his heatedly throbbing presence deep inside her, she realized that unless she did something, this passionate beginning should soon end in the same way it always ended back in Cleveland. So she abruptly forced herself to lie quiet and be still in the face of her husband's rampaging penetration of her. He stopped.
"Fran, baby, what's wrong?" Bill grunted, breathing hard as he now braced himself above her.
"Darling, it's me here with you. Wait for me, Bill. Please wait for me to finish too," Fran implored.
Abruptly Bill withdrew his throbbing penis, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink vaginal flesh out with it. Its surging head was wet and glistening with the juices of her arousal. Then he fell back to the far side of the bed, covering his eyes with one upraised arm. Fran could see his erection softening, as he lay there silently.
His mind was in confusion at his wife's new, more intense demands on him, and at the fact that while they were apparently on the tropical holiday they had looked forward to for so long, they were actually the prisoners of that Cuban, Ramon, and his men. But most of all he was confused at himself for his instant response to the sight of her tantalizingly young sister's lushly naked body before him in her room next door just a few minutes earlier. Remembering Liz now vividly, his penis sprang out into full erection again, and he turned once more to his waiting wife.
"Oh God," Fran gasped as he crawled up between her open thighs and his hands slipped under the firmly rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and straining his cock forward to teasingly part the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair and renew his assault. Again his heatedly pulsating penis began worming its way deeply into the warm, wet walls of her unresisting vagina. Then, with all the strength of his hips and thighs, he thrust powerfully forward.
Fran moaned incoherently and wrapped her smoothly tapered legs up around his hips as he thrust deep into her again. Triumphantly he began his heavy rhythm, bucking deeper into her now than before. She eagerly pulled her legs lower and hooked her heels behind his knees and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his mouth tightly down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her lips with soft, sensuously wanton mewling sounds.
With each jerk, the huge, blood-engorged head of Bill's penis seemed to burrow deeper into her. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant, desire-hardened cock imbedded so far up into her eagerly welcoming belly. Bill's wildly plunging length felt as though it was coming out her throat as its fiery blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix. It felt alive inside her! The thin, heavily-ridged folds of flesh along its trunk, the tickling hairs of his balls slapping down in the naked crevice of her upturned buttocks were part of her. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the blood inflated head of her husband's burgeoning cock. The dilated little cuntal lips between the thin, hair-lined vaginal split pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his cock for several inches and then nibbling hotly back up again, tangling his moistened pubic hair against her own softly curling strands.
Fran strained her nakedly perspiring body up against him, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her own thrusts up against his relentless efforts becoming more urgent. Through her passion, Fran tasted the saltiness of her own blood as she bit hard into her lower lip, intensely concentrating on making the sexual act everything that she knew it could be with her husband.
Bill knew she was straining to cum. He felt the juices of her milking vagina begin to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out movement as she ground her heated cunt even harder against him, arching her back far off the now rumpled bed. She bucked against him wildly.
"Oh God, yes, yes. I think I'm cumming darling, I think I'm cumming," Fran groaned as her body began trembling uncontrollably.
The young wife's head flailed from side to side, wildly, her mouth open in abandon. Once more, she swung her thighs up, even higher this time, and clasped Bill's hips with the back of her calves, winding her shapely tapering legs all the way up and around his hard-driving body. Her ankles were locked tightly together high on his back as she spiraled her ravenously hungry pussy up the full length of his slippery, throbbing shaft.
Her body fucked back insanely against her husband's own wild fucking motions. She knew she was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her cunt with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end?so close this time.
Bill's lust-maddened cock, pistoning in a mercilessly hard pounding motion in and out of the slippery flesh of his blonde young wife's now frantically clinging pussy, was throbbing as though it had a life of its own. He was beyond thought, beyond worry, beyond reason as his lips curled back from his teeth. He could feel every fleshy ridge of her hot, fiery cunt wrapped tightly around his driving cock. The pressure was intense. They bucked wildly, ricocheting off each other's bodies like straining machines in collision. Their sweat-matted pubic hairs slammed and tangled teasingly together as Bill fucked her beneath him in total, mindless abandon.
Fran pitched herself at her husband's sweat-drenched body almost as though to hurl him off her from the bed. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.
"I know I'm cumming, darling! Harder?fuck me harder! Oh God, don't stop!" she wailed. With intensified vigor, Bill continued his rearing attack on her twisting body below. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
Then, abruptly as ever, it happened.
Bill's face came rushing at hers like a spent demon's. His mouth clamped tightly down on hers and he began a low, long groan that rose to a whining shout as he spewed his hotly squirting sperm deep up into Fran's wildly contracting belly which was still pitching in a ravenous hunger of its own below him.
Fran could feel her husband's cum flood into her in great gushing torrents. His penis was jerking smaller with each white hot spurt yet she was still an instant away.
"Wait, wait, please wait for me," she groaned in helpless desperation.
Bill grunted something in reply that she did not understand.
Frantically Fran squeezed her buttocks up against a wilting penis that within the instant of his groaning spasms seemingly had lost its mastery over her passion-aroused emotions. But it was useless. As she pounded her heels against the back of her husband's now relaxed legs, he rolled from between her still hungrily trembling thighs with an empty sigh and again lay beside her with his arm covering his eyes.
It could have been minutes that Fran lay there as though alone, it could have been seconds. Then, with an expression of near-anger on her tortured face, she spread her legs wide apart and grasped herself, wildly fingering at the soft, unfulfilled walls of the still greedily pulsating slit between her thighs. She fingerfucked into her sperm-drenched pubic hair greedily, eagerly trying to reach again the feeling that Bill's now limply useless cock had aroused in her before.
Her mind was a blank with only flashes of her own inability to release what her husband had come so close to detonating up in her open vagina. She did it, feeling her anger growing with the knowledge that Bill wouldn't even help her with this.
And then her struggling attempts were interrupted by a knock on the door, Fran froze.
Bill rolled to one elbow and muttered, "That must be Liz."
Collecting his pants on the way, he stumbled clumsily off the bed.
Fran found herself reaching down to draw the top sheet up to cover her still hungrily quivering body as Bill made his way tiredly to the door.