Chapter 9
Gurney was wishing he had worn something a little less snug than the mod jeans he always kicked around in on location. The tightness of the heavy material added to the already sufficient support provided by his athletic briefs to choke the hell out of his swelling cock.
Every time June recrossed her legs, the whisper of the silk-on-silk movement drew his gaze to the source of the intriguing sound. Through the glass top of the small table, he could view the exciting shift of position.
Her cheongsam was split quite high, and the peacock blue of the background was an electrifying color for Gurney, especially in contrast to the creamy tan of June's thighs and calves. The paisley design contained a color that seemed to be an exact match for the exposed skin, and the most prominent accent color was the same as her lipstick and nail polish. The overall effect was smart, striking, and very erotic.
Gurney's hand clutched the aching bulge in his jeans for the third time since Mort's departure as June moved her thighs sinuously under the exotic fabric. He saw the healthy glow of her skin at the smooth outer contours of her thigh for perhaps the dozenth time in an hour.
When he looked up he also saw the smile on her face and realized far too late that if he could see through the glass tabletop, so could his hostess. As their gazes met, Gurney felt that this would be one of those protracted silences that accompanied an awkward social faux pas. But he reckoned without June's savoir-vivre.
"Gur, I don't know how you can relax enough to think while you have those tight things on; why don't you peel 'em and be comfortable? If you're sensitive about sitting there in your shorts, go slip into one of Mort's cooler robes."
"I've never been one for robes, Junie," he replied, quick on the uptake as always. "But if you wouldn't be sensitive about my sitting here in my shorts, I wouldn't. Of course Mort might think it a little odd when he comes back."
"Be my guest," June laughed. "And Mort won't be back for at least another two hours, if that thought makes you uneasy. When he tells me not to wait up, he's going to be gone past our usual bedtime."
"So be it," said Gurney, getting up and removing his jeans. June watched the bronzed, lean limbs come into view and she felt a few tingles race through her. This guy always had looked very good to her, even on the TV screen.
When she saw that his "shorts" were the extremely brief type, the late model with the built-in cache-sexe, the tingle spread to additional areas of her quite-warm body. The reinforced cotton of his support was fighting a losing battle with its contents. June wondered how all that had been contained in those slim, tight pants.
"Even I feel more relaxed, now," she told him, surprised that her breath seemed to be coming in short, labored gasps. "It's a shame to restrain yourself so tightly. I don't see how you could breath before."
"I don't exactly breathe from the point where most of the restraint existed," Gurney chuckled. "Now you're a kitten of another color; the way that dress binds you around the ribs, I would think it would be difficult to draw a breath."
By this time, neither of them was fooling anyone. It was progressing smoothly enough, but both knew there could be but one goal at the end of the road they now traveled. The only issue in doubt was which of them would have to end the game first as fewer and fewer ploys remained to them.
"If you can see my ribs, it must be tight," teased June. "And I was flattering myself that I had other topographical features more noticeable than my ribs."
Here it goes again, thought Gurney. Why do women make such a production of their tits? I suppose she expects me to get all excited over their size. Hell, Sandy's are every bit as large, and undoubtedly just as perfectly shaped. Well, I might as well head her off at the pass.
"You -do; oh, indeed you do, Junie," he told her, setting her up magnificently. "But your dress isn't tight in those places. As a matter of fact, it sometimes isn't there at all." He gave her bared thigh another long, appreciative glance for emphasis.
"I take it you're not exactly hung-up on breasts," June said, blushing a little as she conceded him a round.
"Oh, I can appreciate their conformation, as far as esthetics are concerned, and I'm all in favor of their natural function, for those in need of nourishment. But I prefer to feast on other, more exotic flavors, myself."
"In that case, I needn't be self-conscious about relaxing a little." she said, getting to her feet. "You're right; it is a little tight around my ribs." She unfastened the cheongsam and removed it. Gurney's throat tightened a little as he saw the perfection of her creamy skin uncovered from neck to waist. She had worn no bra under the form-fitting dress!
"I wish I could say that I was more relaxed with your restraining garment removed," Gurney admitted, eyeing the snugness of her brief panties and the cleft puffiness of her crotch mattress.
"I'm sorry," she said in what sounded like a truly apologetic tone. "Have I made you uncomfortable?" She walked up to stand beside his chair and looked down through the glass into his lap. The front of his cotton briefs had become more swollen than ever. "Would another drink help?" Her hand moved toward his empty glass.
"Yes, but not from anything in your bar," he said, reaching out and cupping her buttocks in his hands. She gasped, but her pelvis tipped upward invitingly, and he caught a faint scent of her woman smell at the same instant he saw the moisture-darkened spot in the reinforcement of her panties.
He nuzzled into the warmth of her crotch, inhaling deeply to learn the individual flavor of her. His fingers toyed around the fabric-covered cleft between her buttocks, then traced the curves under the cheeks where they joined the thighs. June whimpered a little as his tongue pressed against the padded hiding place directly over her clitoris.
Her scent was not as pronounced as Sandy's or Lisa's, but it had a compelling element of its own that made him eager to get to its source. His fingers slid upward and caught the waistband of her briefs, then pulled them down past his face, over her thighs down to the knees.
They fell the rest of the way, and she flipped them off her feet in two motions. His hands had not left her body, but had slipped back to her buttocks until she was again motionless. Then his fingers went through the same tracings as before, but delving deeper into the creases and making June gasp with the tingling messages her nerves carried to her brain.
If she had been wearing flats; she would have been inaccessible to him. But her heels were long and her pussy was high enough that Gurney could lick into the topmost part of her furry cleft, touching the very hood of flesh that covered her pulsing clit.
"Gur!" she cried excitedly. "That makes me too weak to... stand on my feet!" She panted so loudly that he knew it was now time to find another arena. His face came up as he looked into her flushed countenance.
"Then let's find a place for you to lie down, Junie."
"Yes! Let's! Over here!" she took his hand as it left her ass and pulled him with her to the sofa.
She sat on it as if she were collapsing, and attempted to pull him down beside her.
"No," he told her. "We need that spot for your right foot and leg."
"Where are you taking my other one?" she asked teasingly. He had already placed her right heel on the sofa and was kneeling on the carpet below.
"For a piggy-back ride," he said as he tossed her left leg over his shoulder. He began to kiss the damp inner surfaces of her thighs, licking and nibbling as he moved back and forth, bracketing in closer and closer to his goal. Then his thumbs parted the gold feathers of her mound, opening wide the gleaming wetness of her darkened pink slit. His mouth closed over the succulent half-melon of her cunt with a hungry, suctioning sound.
"Oohhh! Gurrr!" she moaned, tilting her pelvis upward as she had earlier, making herself as vulnerable to his mouth as she could. He sucked and licked at the outer labia, then traced his tongue around the contours of the warm flesh that led to the very center of her cunt.
"God! I'm creaming so I can't stop!" she cried, feeling the juices flowing within her. But she sensed Gurney would not have it any other way, for he was sucking and licking her everywhere within the confines of her vulva. She was starting to reach her peak already, so voraciously but tenderly did her guest feast.
"Eat me, Gur! Oh, eat me up!" she moaned.
He relocated her clitoris and his lips fastened on it. He began to milk it within its little cloak, titillating it so excitingly that she knew she was almost over the crest she was climbing. He flicked the tip of it with his tongue and she shrieked loudly.
"Now! Oh, nail it, Gur!" she cried.
He thrust his tongue into her vagina and plunged it as far as he could while she bucked under his face, caught in the throes of her uncontrollable flailing. Her hands pounded the sofa and her ass wiggled like a dying python as she came mightily.
"Ohh... ohh... ohhh!" she moaned softly as she tried to go limp and recuperate from her experience. But Gurney's tongue was still screwing her as he tasted the final yield of her cream and thrilled to the sweet velvet of her passage entrance.
"Stop!... Oh, Gur... enough!" she whispered hoarsely. He pulled his tongue out of her and planted his lips over the vacated spot. He sucked powerfully at her cave, making her shriek again, then lifted his lips from her, licking them greedily as he got to his feet. He looked down on her, enjoying the sight of her complete flaccidity as she sprawled there, tits heaving wildly with the struggle of her breathing.
Like most men, he could not help but enjoy the beauty of a woman's sexual completion, and the afterglow is always more beautiful to the man who has been a part of its creation, just as a musician knows when he has managed to bring from an instrument a particularly lovely chord and will enjoy it more than any audience.
But Gurney took double pleasure in June's limp, melted form, for he had just sat through a business session with her and she had represented authority-authority to accept or deny his claims concerning the stunt work he wanted very much to do.
True, she had agreed that his points were valid, and he knew she would represent him fairly to Chadwick on the subject. But he had been forced by circumstances to appeal to her, plead his case before her, and she had been given the power to judge him. Even though she had ruled in his favor, there had been a subconscious resentment on his part that she had judged at all.
Now his masculine pride was renewed, his erstwhile ordeal of submissiveness avenged by the oldest psychotherapy known to man. And as with most discerning men, the moment he knew he had gained some sort of renewal through a woman's completion, he felt warmth for her part in his enjoyment. Unlike many, he was not hesitant about showing that warmth.
He took only enough time to peel off his brief shorts, then he knelt again beside her and kissed the rosy nipples of her breasts. It was not a great sacrifice on his part, for he was not in the least repulsed by female breasts; he just was not intrigued by tits, and only toyed with them to further other interests. He often played with Sandy's because he knew she liked it. Now he wanted to please June, so he did his utmost to give her pleasure.
He tongue-flipped the erected sponges rapidly, nibbled them with his lips, then rolled them back and forth between lips and teeth. She whimpered pleasurably all the while, and when he again sucked them, they were hypersensitive and tingled maddeningly with the implosive action of the suction.
"Oh, Gur... you're making me cream again!" she cried, tightening the cheeks of her ass with the tension of reflex and causing her pubic area to rise and tilt like a floating island.
Gurney slipped a hand between her magnificent thighs and she spread them for him. His fingers slipped into the swollen labial folds and slithered through the pudding of flesh and juices he found there, reveling in the silken texture of her vulva and remembering with little effort the scents and flavors that filled that magnetic pussy, for they were still fresh on his palate, tongue and nostrils.
She was moaning low and softly but steadily as he suckled her ripe, heaving tits and probed her vagina with his fingers, flicking her clitoris occasionally with a lubricated thumb. When she began to display signs of escalating her excitement, he kissed her titties good-bye and moved into position between her legs.
"I'm going to screw that delicious juicy cunt of yours until one or both of us yells for help," he promised, his cock throbbing with his need until he feared it would explode. He got the pointed head speared into the slushy portals of her vagina and held it there, enjoying the steamy warmth.
"Oh, yes! Screw it, Gur! Push it all the way... balls deep!" June's voice was a whisky tenor as her passion tightened parts of her larynx as well as muscles all over her body.
Gurney shoved, but slowly, exercising his need to know every wrinkle and fold of the velvet draperies that closed over his cock. They clung wetly, caressing the pointed tip of his wolflike penis as if she needed to feel with her every inner tissue the shape and texture of the creature that invaded her passage.
She had wanted to cry out her disappointment when he ceased to suck her tits and pulled his fingers from her cunt. She had been on the verge of starting her upward climb, and the change in tactics had lost ground for her. But now she was on the way again.
"I'm starting... up the ramp, Gur! Pump it into me... quick!"
Her ass rose and fell beneath him, screwing the curved shaft of his prick before he had a chance to plunge in and out on his own. He simply met her strokes and matched them, feeling the vault of her entrance almost lose his cock on the outstroke and the tightness of her innermost cavern at the instroke limit.
"Gur! I'm... almost... there!" she warned him, shuddering as she spiraled up the length of his shaft to bury him inside her. He could feel the gentle quivers in her depths, like the first tremors before the main shock of an earthquake.
He grabbed her wildly driving ass, clutching her tightly by the buttocks, and probed with his sensitive cocksnout for the tiny donut of her uterus door. He found it, then lost it, then found it again. Just as he was about to wedge the wicked tip into the miniature mouth, she writhed with the first pangs of her orgasm.
"Damn!" he cried, almost sobbing with frustration, so much did he want to jam his cocktip in that difficult spot. But as he felt his disappointment, she squirmed again and placed it right in the doorway. He gave a grunt of joy, pressed the head snugly into the spongy ring and felt his balls erupt.
"Gur! What are you... doing for... God's sake!" she gasped as his fluid spurted hotly into the quivering lips of her womb. "I'm dying!" she shrieked, and passed out as his fourth jet of come squirted through the tightly constricted donut.
He felt her go limp, repositioned his cock to plunge it to the end of her passage, and gushed his final jets of semen into her unconscious body. He felt he was close to passing out, also.
The backpressure of coming through such a tightly closed aperture had drawn heavily on his involuntary musculature and nerves. The effects on his circulation were immediate and at the high altitude more pronounced than at sea level. He felt as if he had a severe case of vertigo.
But he fought the tendency to black out and managed to withdraw his spent penis from her lightly spasming cunt. As the tip slipped out of her, she started to regain consciousness. Her hand went down to recover something she thought she was losing, though she knew not what. Her fingers encountered only the sauce-covered trifle of her cunt and the strange tactile feeling made her open her eyes.
"Gur?" June's voice was a husky sob as she looked into his face. "What happened? We... you were... oh, Gur!... what did you do inside me?"
"I came inside you, baby. We both came. I thought you were enjoying it."
"I did! Oh, you can believe me, I did... but... something frightened me... I don't know-"
"Can you remember the first orgasm you ever had'.""' he interrupted. "How it felt? What your reaction was?" He looked into her eyes and saw them retreat as she searched into her past.
"I... think... yes... in my bed... using my fingers... and when it started I was scared... but I... I couldn't stop... it felt so damn good! And then... when I really came... I thought I was being punished for what I was doing... I thought I... was... dying... yes!"
"Yes. Well, you felt something a little different M hen you came this time. And again, the added sensation scared you. Am I right on that much?"
"I... guess so. But what was it I felt? What did you do? Gur, you didn't use some... some kind of gimmick on me... did you?"
"Only the one God gave me," he answered. "It's how I used it that made it different. I managed to get it sort of shoved in the little door of your baby carriage, that's all."
"In m-my... uterus? You couldn't. A cock isn't made that... way... " She became quiet as she saw what Gurney was holding in front of her eyes. Even though somewhat limp, it retained the unique curve that turned up its pointed tip. She studied it for a moment and then looked into his face with something like fear.
"God! That thing could curve up enough to... whew!" she exhaled air through her awe-pursed lips and fell back on the sofa. "For a second there, I was thinking that... no. I was just scared by something thai startled me. Squirting into my womb couldn't accomplish anything more than if you came just in my vagina. I should have known that right away. Either the Pill works or it doesn't. And for me it works, thank God."
"Right. What I did has only given you a new sensation and scared the hell out of you... apparently. For that part, I apologize."
"No. You owe me no apology, Gur. You've done me no harm and you have given me a new experience. My only regret is that I had to faint like a silly schoolgirl and miss the entire finale. I... don't suppose you'd try it again for me... if I promised to be a big girl and stayed right in there to the end?"
"It's just a little demanding on my recuperative powers at this altitude, it seems," Gurney said, grinning wryly. "We'll have to tackle something a little easier for now. But if I get to shoot on the same location again... " He left the sentence unfinished for her.
"This location is certainly hoping you'll be shooting here again," she said, blushing a little as she admitted her desire. "Could I... would you... bring that tricky thing of yours up where I can see it better?"
Gurney chuckled and turned himself so he was sitting on the sofa near her head. His wolfprick lay soft on his thigh near her chin. She turned on her belly, ignoring the juices that were draining from her onto the washable sofa cover.
Her head hovered over the unique penis, then her hand took it gently and lifted it up to her lips. She touched the slitted tip with a tentative tongue, then slithered her tongue around the oddly shaped head, teasing the tender rim of the coronal ridge.
"Phew-w-w!" Gurney's breath whistled. "You know how to harden a guy, don't you?" June had slipped the head on into her mouth and was stroking the shaft's length with her lips, hardening it as if her saliva were some magic elixir turning it to stone.
He let her work it over for quite a while, then felt the deep stirrings of alarm in his groin. He pulled away, making it plop out of her lips loudly.
"You've rebuilt it almost as good as new," he told her. "Now how about my kindling your fires a little?"
"I'm still pretty much a bed of glowing coals," she replied. "You don't need much of a bellows to make 'em flame."
"But you wouldn't object if I got 'em really roaring, would you?" He questioned with his words, but dared her with his eyes.
"Not as long as you know how to bank the fire when it's time," she said. She saw the accusing look in his eyes. "And you do know how to do that, I have to admit."
"Then come down with me on the floor," he said, getting to his knees on the carpet. She wasted no time in joining him and he positioned her on her knees, then had her put the weight of her upper torso on her forearms on the carpet.
Her creamy tan buttocks were parted excitingly, showing the shadowed cleft to its full depth and the rosebud of her tan little anus snuggled in the deepest spot. Her blonde bush and its parted slit gleamed below, still dripping and oozing their combined juices.
Gurney kissed and licked the cheeks of her ass, then the edge of the cleft. Shudders ran over her and she wiggled her ass in excitement as she wondered what he would do.
He ran his tongue the length of the crease and teased the snug wrinkles of her rosette wetly, toying and thrusting at it until she gasped loudly. It made her tighten the sphincter, but she could not keep it tight, so he thrust a little deeper into the resisting folds with his tongue.
"Gur! God, but that's maddening!" she cried. Her asshole winked convulsively with the reaction, and he wedged his tongue into the spasming ring until she moaned her enjoyment.
Then he stopped, scooted up behind her, shoved his fully hardened cock into the ooze of her cunt, lubricating it well. He pulled it out, placed the tip against her pulsing rosebud, and wiggled it through the winking ring in tempo with her gasps and whimpers of discomfort.
"Relax, baby," he told her. "The more you relax, the more fun it is and the less uncomfortable you'll be. Just let Uncle Gur show you how good it can be." He gradually worked it deeper as she tried to help by relaxing. Soon he had it in all the way and his balls were slapping the wet fur of her cunt.
"Let me have that juicy package in my hand," he said, slipping his fingers into the hairy pudding of her crotch and plunging two of them deep up her vagina. His thumb and palm massaged her hard little clit as he began to pump his cock into her ass.
"Ooh-h!... Gur... it's so full... my ass is so... full of you!"
"Never fear... little dear... Gur is here... and heaven's near!" He panted with the effort to keep himself fully inserted as he screwed into her ass while working her pussy steadily with his happy, searching fingers.
"Wow! What a sen... sation!" she gasped, beginning to shove back at him with her hips as he drove into her. She was soon carried away with the dual tinglings that centered in her groin and sent shivers all through her body. Her ass tried to weave from side to side and rotate, all at the same time. Gurney had all he could do to keep his balance on his knees and pump into her without losing connection either in front or behind.
"Baby! What a tight little... ass you have!" he panted. "It feels so damn good I may not last... very much longer!"
"You won't... have to last... very long," she moaned as her head began to grow fuzzy as if it were drifting away from her body.
Gurney felt the waves of shuddering orgasm travel through her. His fingers were being massaged by her clasping pussy and her rectal muscles were starting to spasm around his painfully hard cock. He could feel his own meager supply of juices boiling up fast.
"I'm gonna fill your sweet belly... quick!" he yelled.
"Yes! Now! Fill me, Gur!" she screamed as her orgasm became a blossoming explosion within her.
Gurney's cock erupted in her bowels, jetting its hot fluid in painful spurts as his fingers grasped her cunt tightly in reflex. Her spasms choked him somewhat, but his guts churned hard and his eruptions continued as she moaned the powerful reaction to her dual completion.
When he was empty and aching so much that he was almost at the point of nausea, Gurney pulled out his cock and sank back on his heels. His fingers had fallen from her crotch seconds before, and now they lay wetly on his thigh beside his stained, limp penis.
June simply fell over sideways and lay curled up in a tight ball on the carpet. Her legs gradually straightened out and she relaxed, uttering little humming sounds between gasps for air.
After a time, she spoke without opening her eyes.
"Gur, would you go ahead and wash up while I lie here, please?"
"Okay." He forced himself to his feet and went into the bathroom, washed himself quickly, then came out and slipped into his clothes. She was still in the same position.
"Junie? Shall I help you up?"
"No. Thanks, Gur. Just let me lie here. I'll get up after the glow leaves. You'd better go, now. I'll be all right."
"Are you sure, kid? I hate to leave you like this."
"You couldn't leave me happier, Gur. Unless, maybe... "
"Maybe what? What can I do for you?"
"Nothing now. I was thinking about... next time... "
"Oh. I'll be thinking about it, too." They both laughed joyfully, softly, as if they shared a great secret.
"And, Gur, don't worry about that stagecoach thing. I'm sure Burt... Mr. C. will see it your way."
"I hope so. But don't worry about that for me, now. Just relax and enjoy that glow you mentioned... if it's still there."
"It's still there, all right. Good night, Gur."
"Good night, Junie. Sweet dreams." He went slowly to the door and opened it, taking one last look at her curled up there under the soft light of the single lamp. Then he went out and closed the door silently.
I hope she gets up and organized before Mort comes back from his walk. Boy! That guy takes a doozy of a walk for a man who has a package like that at home!