Chapter 2
Matt unlocked the door and stood aside as a somewhat apprehensive Jill Foster walked past him into the suite. They had had their coffee and brandy in the Playa d'Oro's plush Gold Bar, and, while Jill was freshening up in the powder room, Matt had made arrangements for one of the secluded bungalows snuggled into and completely surrounded by the beautiful gardens. These arrangements were elaborate: a suite of rooms that was one of the finest the Playa d'Oro had to offer - complete with kitchen facilities, a well-stocked bar (including a few choices of Mart's own)
a built-in stereo system, their own private swimming pool, and a magnificent, unobstructed view of the beach, yacht harbor, and the silver-washed Pacific.
Now, as Jill entered the suite's large living room, Matt saw her draw up in surprise and pleasure, then heard her gasp as she gaped at the elaborate decor and experienced for the first time the breathtaking view from the room's picture window.
On the left, the harbor and its myriad of yachts and fishing fleet blinked out their eternal semaphore of reassurance ... and to the right, some thirty miles away, the jeweled red, blue, green and white lights of the Channel Islands looked like rubies and emeralds and diamonds. A yellowed old moon was just beginning to sink beneath the western horizon, and its shimmering luminescence made it look as if a huge golden scimitar had been placed atop the sea.
She turned to him, face uplifted in pleasure, "It's beautiful, I never realized..."
"I'm glad." Oddly enough, he felt strangely touched by her genuine gasp of admiration for the view.
"Here, let me have your coat," he said. When she took it off, her dress gaped open, revealing delightful twin mounds of softly firm alabaster flesh straining against the interwoven brassiere of the dress's bodice. He fought the impulse to bend forward and kiss those warm, visible monuments to her femaleness. But he waited, suffering the hungry torment, feeling the hunger and anger growing in his loins as if they were cursing him for being a fool and depriving them of what they needed and wanted most. He carried the coat to the vestibule closet and carefully hung it on a hanger. Then he went back into the living room. Jill was standing by the window staring silently out into the night with a fathomless expression on her face. For a split second, Matt thought she seemed terribly sad about something or the other, but when she turned to him, a warm smile lit up her features. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, nodding his head toward the immense ten-foot-long, cinnamon-colored bear skin couch in front of the window.
Jill took his invitation at face value. She kicked off her high heels and curled up like a kitten in the corner of the couch, feeling the luxurious softness of its deep cushions, the absolute sensuality of the fur cover tickling her thighs and buttocks through nylons and dress.
Matt came back with two snifters containing imported brandy. He placed them on the low cocktail table before her, then disappeared again. A moment later there was the far-off sound of music, and lights began to dim ... grew dimmer, dimmer, until there was only a soft, barely perceptible glow coming from the fixtures in the room. Matt loomed up beside her in the dimness. She felt the cushion sink downward from his weight. He held out a glass which she took. No audible toast was made, they merely touched glasses together and silently sipped.
Jill's heart had begun to speed up its tempo as she realized that they were fast approaching a moment when she would have to make a decision about going to bed together. She became aware of movement on the couch, felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder, and an arm go around her waist pulling her closer to his body. She inhaled deeply and experienced a faint, unfamiliar but rather exciting odor of expensive, male's cologne. She allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm supporting chest and lowered her head against the gold buttons on the double-breasted blue jacket. . . felt their coolness, felt the sensual softness of the cashmere used to weave his jacket.
Matt felt her warmly resilient body pressed tightly against his own, felt the firm, wonderfully alive muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, and smelled the fragrance of her perfume and hair. There was a slight tremor to that body. "Are you cold?" he asked, feeling protective and concerned.
Jill lifted her head from his chest. Her slightly parted lips were only inches from his. She said nothing, but her marvelous blue eyes carried a message of trusting assent. Gently, very gently, Matt bent forward and touched his lips to hers. His body reacted to that first contact; it rejoiced with the sudden knowledge that this was going to be the best Goddamned night in a long, long, time. She was going to be good . . . perfect! And he'd make it perfect for her. He was going to play her like a flamenco guitar, bringing low and high notes of pleasure and fire and ecstasy from her .. . passionate, melodious notes that she didn't even know existed - notes she couldn't have experienced until touched by a master's hand. Whatever he did tonight would be good, as far as she was concerned, for he knew with a sure infallible instinct that Jill could be turned on if a man wanted to spend enough time building her up ... and he knew he would spend all night, if necessary, to make her realize what wonderful things could happen when a male and a female let themselves go.
Matt continued to kiss her gently, but there was nothing gentle or soft about the throbbing ache in his sperm-churning balls, or the rising blood that pounded in his rapidly awakening cock and caused hot tingling sensations to race like lightening across its swelling head.
Gradually, his kisses became more heatedly urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, she opened readily to receive him. The soft strands of her hair tickled his ears, and they were surprisingly effective in intensifying the pulsating ache in his groin. Without removing his lips from hers, he took the glass from her listless fingers and put it on the cocktail table. Now that her hands were free, she immediately raised them and put them behind his head. She slowly moved her hand through his hair as though she were timidly fingering an expensive fur coat.
When Matt began to stroke the satin skin of her shoulder and upper arm, Jill reacted by sucking on his tongue with a force that surprised him. Although his motions were designed to be gentle and comforting, her fingers moving at the back of his head and her hungry sucking of his tongue increased in urgency. He abruptly became aware that her knee, which had been halfway on the couch before, was now pressed against his mid-thigh; it was almost as if she were opening herself to him. And Matt instinctively knew that if he put his hand down to her vaginal mound right now, he would find that her tight little cunt was damp, warm, and slippery from her fevered impatience. She was ready now, he thought; completely ready . . .
For a moment, when Matt had first taken her into his arms, Jill had fought a silent, but violent battle with her own conscience. She couldn't help it. She couldn't! A woman needed this. Her body demanded this . . . and it had been over a year since her husband had last made love to her . . . there had been no one else in all that time .. . She wanted to be loved. She had to be loved! For a moment while she was sucking on his tongue, she wondered what it would be like to take his warmly throbbing penis in her mouth. Well, that was out of the question anyway. She had never done that with any man, not even her husband, Jack, before he had been killed by Rizzi's hired murderer. Still, though, the thought had stuck in her mind like a buzzing, persistent bee caught in a jar.
The image of her doing that with her lips to Matt Grant had a tremendous and unexpected effect on her body. She could feel twitching, a hungering sensation deep within her abdomen . .. muscles that she hadn't known existed were making themselves felt and squeezing out a hot dampness from her vagina, moistening the smooth nylon crotch band of her panties . . . muscles that seemed to contract and relax in a maddening sexual rhythm. Her erect little nipples suddenly felt supersensitive under the rich cloth of her dress; her ripely full breasts seemed to be under tremendous pressure, as if they were being crushed, or conversely, about to explode. They seemed to cry out for freedom . . . for attention, and Jill fought the urge to take off her dress in order to be more comfortable.
Matt continued to stroke her shoulder, aware now that her excited trembling had increased, along with an almost imperceptible, sexual rhythm of her moving knee against his thigh. He let his hand slide slowly and lightly down along the length of her bare arm; he was rewarded by the gentle to-and-fro movement of her elbow against his navel. There had been a renewed quickening of breath from her in just the last few seconds.
Now was the time to begin the real preliminaries, he thought. He began sliding it along her back now, down, down, down, until he could feel the supple curve of pliant flesh where her buttocks began. She moaned for the first time when his hand rested there briefly.
Matt brought his other hand up across the top of her shoulders and then gently dropped it until his fingers were resting on the firmly upthrust mound of her breast. He began to rub in soft little circular motions. He could feel her nipple, hard and erect, beneath the cloth. Jill gasped and stiffened, then abruptly, her tongue tried to drive itself down the back of his throat. Grant continued the caressing, but now his entire hand was making a circular massage of the soft, pliant mound. He could feel her naked warm skin at the top of the bodice, could feel the impatience of her voluptuous young body, and then his lingers surely slipped down the slight gap in the bodice and cupped her softly heated breast in the palm of his hand. The feel of her ripened nakedness there caused some of his gentleness to leave him. His wildly aroused cock was hurting - hammering and pounding as though it were some errant jackhammer that had gone berserk. With the flight of tenderness, Grant took complete command. His hand grasped the fevered flesh of her naked breast; and his widespread fingers captured the erotically hardened little bud of her nipple and painfully tweaked it between forefinger and thumb. His tongue worked back and forth in her mouth as though it were a wet, headless little penis fucking in and out.
Jill was actually purring loudly, and occasionally excited mewling sounds of pleasure came from deep within her throat. So wonderful was that contact between hand and breast, that the didn't realize the zipper to her dress had been tugged down in back. Her first indication that this had happened came when Matt pulled her dress off her right shoulder to reveal her love-starved breast. His mouth pulled away from hers to begin moving slowly down neck and across shoulder; then, teasingly, his tongue quivered once like lightening against her painfully erect nipple.
She moaned in loud and joyous ecstasy when the warm moist oval of his mouth tried to enclose the entire fleshy mound. His mouth sucked, his tongue licked, his teeth nibbled. And now her left shoulder was bare too. She held his head at her ripely straining breasts as though he were a small child feeding, sucking hungrily as though it were his last meal. An exaltation swept through her momentarily, but this was replaced by the sudden realization that his warmly searching hand had begun a gentle, easy stroking of her sensitive inner thighs. She held her breath as his fingers went to the waistband of her panties, swiftly moved past the elastic barrier, and slipped down her tautly trembling stomach - past the sparsely curling strands of her soft, pelt-like pubic hair - to come to rest at the very top of her wetly heated vaginal crevice. Then . . . slowly and tormentingly ... his hand moved lower, middle finger extended to part the blonde, thinly growing pubic hair, until his outstretched fingertip came into contact with the hot, slippery little slit of her cunt.
Jill, without conscious volition, clenched her thighs together. She wasn't sure if she were doing this to keep him from going further... or if she wanted to just trap that wonderful hand up between her legs like that forever. But then that period of indecision passed almost at once, and she found herself beginning to tremble violently, while her low moans began sounding in her throat. Even above her mewls of salacious contentment, and the overpowering sensations his hand was bringing to her hotly quivering vagina, Jill could hear the small shrill protests of her battered conscience screaming at her mind and body. She did nothing because she knew it was already too late. She was incapable of moving away from his gently caressing hands, his warm wonderful mouth. Her love-starved loins and breasts had cried out for over a year to be caressed and touched and fondled. She loved the sure deft touch of his hand on her eagerly pulsating vagina; she loved the feel of the strange, bear skin couch against her own bare back and shoulders; she loved everything! And in spite of the lingering memory of her husband, she wouldn't stop him. Ever!
Grant slowly worked his middle finger into the moistly quivering passage of Jill's love-starved pussy. He used thumb and forefinger to tease the hotly pulsating little bud of her clitoris, playing with it, twirling it between the fingers, bringing loud mewls of ecstatic pleasure from her heatedly aroused young body which was beginning to writhe in lewd anticipation of things yet to come. Her breath was coming in hoarse gasping pants now, in rhythm with his middle finger fucking in and out of her wetly steaming cunt. She had voluntarily relaxed her legs and spread her thighs apart as if doing everything to help him. A part of Matt's mind stood off to one side watching her in amazement. God he had instinctively known she was easily aroused - at least tonight - but she was already so hot that she was practically crying for him to fuck her. She needed cock . .. and felt to him as though she would go out of her mind if she didn't get a cock and get one soon. She was long since at the point of no return; she was completely subservient to him now.
"Baby," he whispered, taking his mouth from the soft warmth of her breast, "I want you. I want to make love to you . .. to fuck you."
Jill stiffened momentarily at the obscenity, but then chided herself. She had heard the word "fuck" from Victor and from Jack, and had used it in mental conversations with herself, so it wasn't that bad! And then, as his finger continued to play an arpeggio of lust against her sensitively responding little clitoris, she relaxed again and forgot any protest. She sat, eyes closed in rapture, with naked shoulders and head pressed tightly back against the fur-covered couch, her thighs wide apart, her feet standing on tiptoe on the rug as she sought to raise her knees and give him freer access to the whole passion-hungering valley up between her thighs. She knew that her body was on the threshold of a new awakening - a discovery of an almost forgotten land where unimaginably beautiful things could bloom and grow. And so, when Matt asked her once again, "Do you want me to make love to you?" Jill had caught his head in her hands and pulled his face close to hers. She stared deep in his eyes, feeling her heart pounding as though it were some poor frightened animal trapped in a cage much too small for it, and she breathed, "Oh . . . yes! Make love to me . . . fuck me, darling. Fuck me." She moaned loudly and abandoned herself, giving herself completely to this man who was a veritable stranger.
Matt took his mouth from hers and leaned back from her trembling, ripely expectant body. His eyes feasted on the long slender legs and thighs covered by nylons, at the creamy upper thighs above the tops of her hosiery, at the yellow lace garter belt, and at her little white bikini panties pulled down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of golden pubic hair above coral colored, wetly glistening cuntal lips where his finger worked at will along the slippery, moistly heated walls.
Then, abruptly, the young widow felt his hands move away from her body. "What? What..." she began, stifling a plea to come back. She opened her eyes and saw Matt standing in front of her. Her gaze locked on the awesome bulge outlined in his pants where his huge elongated penis raged against its confinement.
"Stand up, Jill," he said.
"What?" She didn't understand.
"Stand up, baby. I'm going to strip you naked."
Her breath caught at this unexpected command, then - actually blushing because she was going to have to be a willing participant and not a passive one - she started up from the couch. When she stood fully erect, her dress - already off both shoulders, fell in a heap on the floor. Her naked breasts were there, shining in the half-light; her soft nylon panties were rolled halfway down over her smoothly curving hips.
Matt gazed at her. She had an absolutely incredible body! Nothing he had ever seen before could top this! His voice surprised him; it sounded alien, hoarse, choked up with desire, when he said, "My God, you're beautiful." He took a step forward, kneeled in front of her and, with one quick sure motion, put out both hands and peeled her filmy white panties the rest of the way down over her lushly rounded buttocks, down the unblemished ivory columns of her thighs and her long tapered legs. He gently lifted her right leg and disengaged her foot from the panties, then took them off the other foot.
His eyes focused on the sheer nylon-hosiery held up by the yellow garter belt and he decided to leave stockings and garter belt on her; the nylons would feel wildly sensual against his own naked buttocks when she wrapped those incredibly long legs around him. Still kneeling before her, he looked up .. . up ... up, past the tops of the hosiery, and saw the softly pouting lips of her cunt... all rosy and shining from her seeping vaginal juices. He thought about flicking out his tongue and licking her pussy while she was standing, but some instinct told him to wait until he got her lying flat on the couch with her legs spread wide. Even though he had made the decision, he still found himself raining kisses on her nylon-encased legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.
Jill stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her nakedly aroused body. She could feel the moist heat of his lips through the material of the hosiery, could feel the cool rush of air playing over her sensually awakened buttocks and breasts. For some reason or another, she felt deliciously lewd, just standing here wearing only garter belt and stockings. But then she forgot everything when his hot lips came into contact with the naked flesh of her inner thighs and used his wetly quivering tongue to lick the inner part of her thighs from just above the point where the stocking ended to . .. to ...
She stiffened as his hotly tingling lips suddenly leapt from thigh to navel. A wild, never before experienced excitement began to burn in her. His kisses were traveling over abdomen to hips and he was gently tugging at her hips to turn her around . . . obediently, she turned and now his lips were moving over the lower part of her naked back .. . and then to her slightly trembling buttocks. His warm eager lips and kisses on her sensitively responding flesh had started things happening in her body. She could actually feel her vagina contracting and releasing, push and pull, in a violent rhythm of love ... as if his penis were already deep inside her cock-hungry cunt, moving in and out. Her straining young breasts had begun to ache, and her wildly-aroused body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Jill had never felt so weak, so helpless before in her life. She stood there, waiting for whatever was to happen next, as Matt's lips left her buttocks and he stood up. He put hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her to face him again. Their mouths crushed together hungrily, and his tongue fucked rapaciously in and out of her mouth. Then, still French-kissing, he eased her down onto the couch. She sat then lay back, face up, as Matt spread her weakly trembling legs in the position he wanted them, and pressed against the back of the couch.
Jill lay there, mesmerized, as the detective stood again and quickly pulled off shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and under shorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed sexual hunger. Her eyes traveled down from handsome face to broad muscular shoulders, from flat belly to thick rigid penis that stood out proudly, like a knight's lance, from his curling patch of loin hair. Even as she watched it, it jerked as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge purplish head throbbed with an unbelievable virility. Once again she thought of taking it in her mouth and sucking, nibbling on it as he had sucked and nibbled so deliciously on her breasts. Her mouth, dry moments before, had begun salivating.
"Do you like it, baby? Matt asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the bear skin couch ... as though she were trying to grind the fur into the shadowy crevice between her buttocks. "Christ, he thought, the way she's looking at my cock almost makes me think she wants to suck it.
"Yes ... oh, yes," she moaned. "I like it. It's . .. you're beautiful."
Matt knew he was going to worm his tongue up into that delectable young pussy before he shoved his cock into it, and he deliberated the possibilities of a sixty-nine. But again, his sure infallible instincts told him that such a thing might be a little premature; later, definitely! But she'd have to be brought along.
Jill was beginning to feel the fires of impatience when she saw him lower himself onto the couch beside her. His naked hip touched her rib cage, and she jumped as if seared by a branding iron. His head dipped once again to her painfully full breasts. She groaned as he took first one nipple, then the other, into his voracious hot mouth. He licked and bit and sucked until Jill wanted to scream out in delight. Wave after wave of pure sensation rippled throughout her entire young body. She could feel it from nipple to toes.
Now Matt's head dipped lower, as he used his tongue to sketch a portrait of lust between breasts and belly button. He kissed and sucked and gently bit at the hotly sensitive areas where her hipbone served as an anchor for the supple flesh that flared out to become the buttocks, and his kisses rained over the sides of her ass-cheeks.
Then abruptly, the naked young widow was aware that his moistly searching mouth was coming back again to the front, and that he had moved down until he was kneeling between her thighs. His tongue flicked once at her navel, then teased a straight uninterrupted line to her pubic hair. He breathed hotly into the softness of the sparse blonde curls, and it was at that moment Jill realized what Matt Grant was going to do next.. . knew the target of his fevered lips and tongue.
"No," she said, and attempted to sit upright. "No ... you mustn't."
Matt heard her words; they sounded sincere, and that caused him to grin inwardly because he knew now, positively, that she had never had this done to her ... for if anyone had gone down on her, she wouldn't be protesting; she would know how wonderful it was! He remained where he was, kneeling between her open legs, his fingers pressing into the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. His eyes paid homage to the thinly delineated little mouth up between them, all pink and seeping moisture from the pair of cuntal lips pulsating gently on either side of it. It was the shrine, he the pilgrim who had traveled a long distance to pay homage to its succulent warmth.
"No . . . Matt. .. please," she moaned. "You can't..."
"Baby, just relax and let me do it to you. This is one of the most fantastic things a woman can feel. I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy until you're begging for it!"
The salacious words and all they implied; the visual imagery of what was about to happen, caused Jill to begin shaking with a wanton, completely uncontrollable desire. She was about to be a participant in a degenerate act that was going to take place up between her helplessly spread legs . .. not only was she permitting it, but knowingly encouraging it to be done, because her love-starved, man hungry body was crying out for it. She knew that her vagina felt as though it were about to rise eagerly toward his lips at any minute. Shame, guilt, fear ... all disappeared under the tidal wave of a shameless lust that simply inundated inhibitions and morality. Nothing mattered any more. She wanted him to do it! His words had set fires in her loins, fires that rapidly roared out of control and vaporized willpower and conscience. She had never felt so completely at the mercy of a man before. She would consent to anything. Anything! Just so long as he did what he said he was going to do ... as long as he gave her relief and joy and happiness.
"Oh Matt..." she whispered, then lay back, feeling the bear fur scratching against her naked shoulders and tickling the sensitive cheeks of her behind. There was a movement on the couch, then he said, "Lift your hips." Eyes closed, she followed orders and felt a large pillow being shoved under her expectantly quivering buttocks. Almost immediately, Matt began showering her tautly rounded belly with fervent kisses. His hot mouth moved hungrily up again to her breasts, then slowly down; his tongue flicking and quivering all over her upper torso. Jill was about to go out of her mind with lust and her hips had begun grinding lewd little circles around and around on the pillow beneath them as her head started lolling from side to side. Finally, in a voice she hardly recognized as her own, Jill moaned, begging, "Do it... do it to me, please."
"Do what?" Matt asked, watching her lust-contorted face, feeling his massively pulsating cock about to explode from excitement. Christ, she was really turned on now .. . she was about to fly right off the couch, and he hadn't even started the preliminaries.
"Lick me . . . like you said. Suck me until I cum ..."
Grinning in triumph, Matt moved slowly and tantalizingly down her abdomen again. He was deliberately tormenting her, turning her heat up higher and higher. Her pelvis making little up-and-down motions as though a starving animal were blindly seeking something. Finally, not even he could stand the intolerable torment any longer, so he roughly spread her thighs even further apart, using his thumbs to separate her soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips, and then without warning savagely rammed his tongue deep into her cunt.
"GGOOOOoooooddddDDD!" Jill screamed as his wetly quivering tongue slid into her further and further, and her shamelessly aroused body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands cruelly grasped his hair, as if attempting to rip it out by the roots. Seemingly, she was trying to pull his tongue, his nose, his entire face deeper, ever deeper, into her long-starved vaginal cavity. She heard herself screaming incoherently, babbling. Above the sound of her wanton voice urging him on, she kept thinking, "Oh, my God! How beautiful, how exquisite! Why hasn't this happened to me before? Why? Why? It feels so .. . so . . . wonder . . . fulllll."
Matt continued his voracious sucking and tongueing of her hotly quivering young pussy, his hands slipping up over her belly to her melon-like breasts once more, cupping and squeezing them continuously while his mouth and tongue slaved away with the fervent invasion of her widespread cuntal lips. The vacuum created by his voraciously sucking lips made obscene noises that seemed to fill the room, and Jill reacted to the lewd sound as if it were the music of love - as, indeed, it was. She clenched and unclenched her hands constantly in Matt's hair as his wildly searching tongue scoured the hot vaginal hollow, then began to seek the tiny, pulsating bud of her clitoris.
Jill shrieked with obscenely growing pleasure when he took the hotly quivering tip of it between his teeth and held it captive as his tongue made wicked, ecstatic little circles around and around it.
Jill's head had begun to flail in total abandonment from side to side; her hips were thrashing up and down - around and around - as she sought to bring other erotic nerve endings into play with his moistly quivering tongue.
Grant made an elongated oval of his mouth and began to suck with tremendous pressure, all the while moving his tongue downward along the warm slippery slit. He licked from clitoris to a point close to the anus, feeling her soft curling pubic hair teasing against his lips and cheeks: He tasted the rising need of her feminine secretions, the slightly building perspiration that brought tantalizing sheen to the crevice between her nakedly thrashing buttocks.
Jill's wails of passion had become continuous now; she no longer attempted to make sense . .. only moans, groans, mewls, and grunts came babbling out her throat. During it all her mind was screaming, "Beautiful ... oh, God! So . . . beautiful . . . so bea . . . uuuuuu .... teee .. . ful." And suddenly, somewhere in the far-off limits of her consciousness, she was aware of a velvet electricity building up and moving - quietly and unobtrusively - like summer fogs creeping in from the ocean. Only this wasn't cool like the fog, this was warm and violent. She arched her body up, seeking to intensify that electrical feeling.
Matt felt her hotly throbbing pussy grind up greedily against his face and heard the sound of her breath increasing in tempo; he realized then that she was coming close to orgasm now, and a part of his mind exalted with the knowledge. By God, he thought she's going to get the surprise of her life when she cums. The knowledge that he was licking her where no one, not even her husband, had ever licked her before brought new strength to his tongue. He began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, deeper and harder, faster . . . faster . . . faster, burrowing his long curling tongue far up into her lust-dilated cuntal passage. He was rewarded by a shrill scream of pleasure when he swirled and flicked his tongue around the inner walls - the sensitive, pulsating interior lips of her vagina. She was coming closer, ever closer, and so he slipped his hands beneath her wildly undulating buttocks - cupping them in his hands as though they were some sacrificial vessel - and shoved his working wet mouth even harder up between her widespread thighs. He watched her face up between her ripely bouncing breasts and sank his teeth - not brutally, but savagely enough to bring a pain - into her clitoris once more, causing her to scream again ... an unholy shriek of pure animal lust as her lips contorted back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Jill's wanton cries of passion filled the motel room. She had long since burrowed her frantically quivering buttocks down into the fur-covered couch - and she could feel each individual hair of it invading her buttocks, could feel them under her armpits, on the back of her sweat-slippery neck. If his tongue hadn't already been shoved deep into the hotly clasping interior of her vagina, she would have attempted to push the bear rug in there.
Abruptly, Matt dipped down and began shifting his shoulders - first the left, then the right. He had them under her widespread knees now, and began levering them up until they were draped high up over his shoulders. The entire expanse of her helplessly inflamed loins was now bared in naked abandonment to his wildly thrusting tongue and voraciously sucking mouth. He thrust his tongue in deeper than it had, been at any time, and momentarily thought he could feel, with his tongue, the ending of her warm vaginal cavity and the hard protuberance of her cervix.
Jill knew she was moaning like a helpless animal in heat, and she didn't care. Nothing mattered any longer except that wondrously fucking tongue which was carrying her to unsuspected heights of glory. Deep in her mind, a happy, ecstatic little voice kept crying out, "Oh Matt . . . thank you . . . oh, God . . . wonderful. . .good . . . good . . . ahhh . . . God!" She was peaking, rapidly climbing to that familiar pinnacle of sensation which she knew would result in an orgasm. The climb had been more wonderful than any she had experience before, and she knew she had long since passed the point of arousal where she had stopped with just a mere orgasm before. She had never been this aroused before, and abruptly, the kneeling man began doing something that drove her ahead of him . . . higher . .. higher ... higher into the forbidden rarified atmosphere of wild, uninhibited wantonness!
Her smoothly rounded buttocks had been jerking spasmodically beneath his wetly driving tongue, her pelvis had been whipping up and down with superhuman strength against his face, and her groans had turned to moans which had turned to shrieks of unexcelled rapture, when Matt slowly slipped his tongue out of her desperately clenching vagina. He made one tentative lick at her clitoris, which brought another shriek of delight from her, then began a teasingly slow downward licking toward the tiny puckered ring of her obviously virginal anus. Jill gasped at the first searing contact between wet tongue and sensitive anal ring, her breath coming now in huge gulping swallows which rasped and whistled through her lust-constricted throat. She took a deep breath and almost swallowed her tongue when her errant mind finally realized what Matt was about to do. Now her conscience really screamed at her; this was filthy, degenerate, vile and perverted. It was sinful, the ultimate sin! And even as her conscience cried out in dismay and protest, her hungry, traitorous loins had ground eagerly upward of their own volition so he could bring his tongue into seething wet contact with the tightly puckering anal opening.
Matt wasted no time; he thrust his tongue into the little brown orifice and was rewarded with an uncontrollable quivering of her naked body as she raised her pelvis off the bed in an effort to give him additional depth and working room. He licked and sucked and continually rammed his tongue into the tiny, rhythmically flexing hole which gyrated in wanton abandonment. Now, across his shoulders, her thighs had begun to quiver spasmodically and her heels beat a tattoo of rapture down on his spine and buttocks.
She was close, he thought, so goddamned close that he could stop right now and she'd still cum without another thing being done to her. Let her cum! Let her cum first by tongue, then by cock. His throbbing rod of flesh soon had to have relief or his sperm-bloated balls would swell up and explode. He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, all the while exciting her hotly erect clitoris with one hand and kneading her full firm breasts with the other. Abruptly, he heard her breath catch in what he knew was the beginning of the onslaught of a climax. Drawing his tongue out of her tightly puckered anus, he returned it to her saliva and moisture-drenched pussy, and used his mouth and tongue to orally fuck her while his nose scraped and rubbed her clitoris. That did it!
Jill writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she no longer had control over anything. She took a deep breath as nerves began shorting out in her abdomen and a glow began somewhere in the area of her hotly pulsating vagina. The glow did not remain a glow for more than a second; it was merely the beginning of a fire and earthquake which began wracking her love-starved loins and belly. The earthquake moved rapidly up the scale, and suddenly she knew there was no longer any doubt about it. She was cumming! Cumming in his mouth. She was cumming!
The scream was unearthly - half-human, half-animal - and it ripped from her lust-contorted throat as though she were falling in space, toppling end over end toward the jagged rocks. "I'm cumming .. . Matt. .. Matt.. . MATT! I AM . .. CUMMMM . .. ING!" She locked her hands behind his head and used every bit of muscular power to shove his wonderful, pleasure-giving tongue and face further and deeper into her wildly convulsing genitals. Her love juices actually spurted out - as though she were ejaculating in his mouth - and then began to flow copiously from her throbbing hot cunt. The viscous liquid of love inundated Matt's face and tongue and, escaping his voraciously sucking mouth, began flowing down from pussy to wetly glistening anus, where it dropped against the pillow and gathered in a warm liquid pool on the fur-covered couch. She continued to wail in rapture as the mercilessly pounding earthquake began to diminish; within seconds it had gone, but now dimly within her body she felt the roaring tidal wave of sensation cresting and breaking over her. Her delighted, almost incoherent scream told the story, "I'm cumming again ..."
Surprised, Matt felt the naked young blonde widow's body begin twitching uncontrollably once more. The second orgasm had hit within seconds of the first. "Jesus," he said to himself, "she really was turned on." And then his surprise deepened even further for Jill obviously was cumming a third time ... all three climaxes occurring within less than a minute.
Somewhat in awe of what he had done, and a little apprehensive, he pulled his flushed, glistening face away from between her thighs and said, "Save some for me, baby."
Jill heard his voice from far, far off. The earthquake, the tidal wave, both were fading slowly. It had been so violently exquisite, so perfect. She felt her legs being lowered from his shoulders, and, with a sigh of satiated exhaustion, she dropped her arms and let her head fall loosely back.
Now her hips were being lifted as the pillow was removed. Now, the fur was softly scratching her buttocks once more. But even as she did this, there was a velvet expectancy once again in the deeper depths of her stomach and vaguely she perceived that she was cumming again - only this tiny one was merely an aftershock, a little present from her body, a song, a memory, a poem to his tongue... small, but delightful.
Matt looked down at her sweat-streaked nakedness. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths of exhaustion and satiation. His apprehension returned again. She looked as if she had been fucking all night and was too tired to go again. He hoped her energy hadn't been depleted completely; he'd like a little life in her tight little pussy when he shoved Ins painfully throbbing cock into it. He lifted himself on his knees and moved up until he was over her body. "Jill... did you like that?"
She heard his voice and then, abruptly, she was inexplicably weeping. The tears had completely inundated her eyes, and they were already flowing down her cheeks to splash on the bear fur couch. God, he had made her feel so vitally alive, so beautiful. .. and she knew now that she had missed so much out of her life in the past because of her own ignorance. Jack had wanted to do this to her once and, frightened, she had refused. He had never tried again. She sobbed loudly.
Alarmed, Matt asked, "Jill. . . is everything all right?"
Now she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly up at his face looming above her. She made no effort to answer at first, merely reached up with both hands and pulled his face down to her. She kissed him eagerly and in appreciation. She tasted her own cum, her own vagina wetly covering his lips. After a moment, she released him with the statement; "Oh God, darling, it was . .. was . .. beautiful." And even as she said it, she realized how impotent that word "beautiful" was when it came to expressing her true feelings. "Matt... I never realized anything could be so ... so ... " She couldn't finish.
Matt grinned in relief and satisfaction. "It's going to be even better because I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to put my cock where my tongue was a moment ago. It wants to fuck you ... I want to shoot my load of cum deep in your belly, baby, deeper than anyone has ever been before. What you just had was only the beginning. You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
His lewd obscenities were an aphrodisiac to her. Sensation was rapidly coming back to her vagina, and it was with complete and utter bewilderment that Jill realized her earlier hunger had returned tenfold. She wanted more of him, and so she told him using his own language, "Yes. .. fuck me . .. fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before."
"Put it in for me," Matt ordered, lowering his lean, powerful hips toward her nakedly expectant body.
Jill paused a moment, then reached down between them for his penis. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to find it, as large and as hard as it was. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around the hot throbbing flesh. She could feel every muscle, every tendon, every beating vein in that godshead. She enclosed it tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the pliant hot flesh up and down on the inflexible shaft. She was pleased when he moaned with delight from the touch of her hand and fingers; she wanted to delight him, to repay him some way. There were a lot of things she supposed she could do, but she had no knowledge of what he would consider dirty... or unacceptable. Besides, the heat was building up rapidly in her loins. Her heatedly pulsating vagina wanted his long hard penis in there - wanted it in the worst way! Even now she imagined she could feel it sliding down through her waiting slipperiness . ..
She stroked the thick bulging rod two or three more times as Matt's hot lips, still tasting of her own orgasm, came down again on hers. Then she guided the lust-swollen cock-head toward her wetly waiting vagina.
Matt lowered his body a bit more, and his massively erect penis tickled against her pubic hair. Jill pushed down on it and felt an indescribable jolt of pleasure shoot through her abdomen and inner thighs as the huge, searing head touched the sensitive, still-flooded lips of her pussy. She used the hot bulbous tip to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her moistly quivering cuntal lips; she moved it up and down, feeling it push deliciously against her once again erect clitoris. She even pushed it down, downward until his massive thickness came into contact with her tiny puckered anal ring. She didn't leave it there for more than a split second; that was something expressively forbidden, and she could not let her mind dwell on the possibilities. Now she moved it rapidly up and down her moistened fur-lined vaginal slit, feeling almost as if she were masturbating.
Matt was groaning with impatience. He felt her stroking his eagerly throbbing cock - sometimes rapidly, almost frantically; other times slowly, questioningly, as though she had never been asked to put a man's cock into her cunt before and didn't know what to do. Once, he was almost positive she was hinting that he should push it in her rectum, but that impression had been so brief that he assumed he was wrong. Anyway, he thought, if my prick isn't in your asshole shortly, sweetheart, you can bet that I'll have at least two fingers pushed in there reaming the hell out of you! She continued to stroke him, and it was so pleasurable that Matt decided to put an end to it before she used up some of his strength. "Open your legs as wide as you can and put it in, now," he demanded.
Jill sighed, closed her eyes in rapture, and then centered the tip of his cock at the opening to her wetly throbbing vagina. Although she wanted him to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Do it to me slow . . . and gentle . .. make it last forever ..."
Because he wanted it to be perfect for her - this first time, at least - Matt curbed his own hot impatience and was gentle.
Jill felt the head of his massively heated penis pressing in at her vaginal opening. Reluctantly, her fingers left the warm trunk of the wonderfully pulsating instrument. The pressure at her tightly stretched cuntal lips continued for a moment, then gradually increased in strength until, with a slight wet popping noise, the lust-swollen head slid up inside her. "Ummmmm," she crooned, "beautiful."
Matt felt the velvet warmth of her pussy enclose the head of his cock. It was much tighter than he had suspected, even though his tongue had scoured out the region just moments before. Then he quit thinking and let sensation take command of his nerve centers and body control. Jill had begun a slight little squeezing, sucking motion with her cuntal lips. She wasn't doing it on purpose; it was as though some genetic memory handed down through centuries of inheritances had told her wetly quivering pussy exactly what to do. To Matt it felt as though her deeper abdominal muscles had begun rippling, carrying his cock in deeper, deeper, ever deeper into the hot heart of her love-starved womb.
Jill, widespread knees bent almost double, had both feel planted on the couch. As the first delicious sensation passed and there remained only the feel of his heatedly throbbing cockhead stuck about an inch into her wide-stretched vagina, she began to long for more depth, for friction, for movement, for ... for ... She put it into words, "Fuck me... " Using her feet and leg muscles, she raised her hips tentatively from the couch and discovered that the movement caused his desire-hardened penis to slide in another inch or two. "Ohhh, God," she chanted, " ... so ... wonder .. full." She dropped her hips and his thick male hardness slid out until only the heavily pulsating head remained buried between the lips of her cunt. She raised and the long hard shaft moved in further ... fell back, and felt it partially withdraw.
Amused, Matt grinned down at these first little movements which betrayed her intense hunger; he was laughing mainly at himself for his earlier stupid uncertainty over whether she had any energy left or not. Christ, he thought, she's got enough fuel left in that hot little pussy to put us both into orbit. Then, she pushed up her pelvis again, moaning this time in frustration, and Matt decided it was time to end the game. Slowly . . . very slowly ... he pushed his thickly impatient hardness inward. It slipped easily through the inner muscles, up through the warmly clasping walls of her vaginal passage, and pushed against the very entrance of her belly up inside.
Jill's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She had never believed that a penis' first thrust could be so heavenly; but then, of course, she had never been so aroused, so lubricated before, either. Up ... up ... up into her it went. She exalted with each new territory invaded. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Matt was in his full hard length. She could feel the bristles of the short hair on his softly swaying testicles tickling her overly-sensitive anus. She could feel the massive cock-head buried deep inside of her, throbbing imperiously against her cervix ... could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his maleness pressing against her hotly quivering vaginal walls. And over it all, she could feel overwhelming contentment and happiness.
Matt began to withdraw slowly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her tightly clasping pussy with his eyes closed in deep appreciation. God, he had never before in his life felt a cunt that fit so perfectly around his cock. She was milking him with her inner vaginal muscles; One set worked on the heatedly throbbing head of his penis, squeezing it then releasing it, squeezing, releasing, until he thought he would go out of his mind; another set of muscles, somewhere in the area just below the inner lips of the vagina, were moving sideways back and forth against the sensitive under part of his shaft... ah of this going on at the same time she was rising to meet each of his thrusts.
Jill realized that somehow or another, automatic reflexes had taken over her body .. . and that was fine, because she was able to concentrate on feeling . .. pure sensation, pure feeling! She felt sphincter and abdominal muscles working, hips rotating up against his hardness, felt her fingers kneading Matt's powerful shoulder muscles ... felt all this, but did not will any of it to happen. Her body was alive with sure, independent motion; her brain could relax and let the incredibly wonderful sensations roll over it. Time simply dissolved into nothingness. She didn't know how long those slow, gentle, maddeningly beautiful, strokes had been plowing into her, but gradually she began to feel that it was not enough. She wanted more, and put her request into words, "Fuck me harder now, Matt. .. fuck harder."
That suited him just fine. It had been fabulous - this fucking in slow motion, but it had been terribly distracting as well. She was almost making him cum through use of her vaginal muscles alone, and he really hadn't had a chance to get in a little energetic fucking yet. "All right, baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder."
Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted them until her kneecaps were pressed tightly back against her tits. The attractive young widow's eyes had widened at this unexpected occurrence; she had no way of knowing that this one particular position would add at least two inches to his thrusts into the heart of her womb. She felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment at the fact that her genitals were raised helplessly in mid air, but that faded instantly when Matt grunted, "Here it comes, baby." He pulled the wetly glistening shaft out until only the head remained locked between the wetly clasping cuntal lips; then slammed down, down, down - his long hard cock burrowing far deeper into her than her own husband had ever been before.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH," she screamed in sheer exaltation as his massive erection slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond this deep into the center of her belly. God, he was in so deep that it, seemed the tip of his cock was lodged midway between navel and breasts. He was in further than she had ever been fucked before. There was almost seven inches of long, hard, hot flesh inside there, inside her, throbbing away like a second heart. Her vagina felt stretched beyond repair, filled far beyond its limited capacity. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming this invader. One eager little muscle jumped and twitched against the glans, another rubbed continuously against the corona; and she thrilled at his groans of appreciation and delight.
Now, clamping his mouth wetly down over hers, Matt began a slow, fucking motion between her thighs. Each new powerful thrust inward went to new and previously unexplored depths of her moistly quivering pussy. The blunted head of his cock soon was master of it all, and with each jerking throb, it was a little cannon making tiny explosions which seared her soft, sensitive flesh. His motions soon widened the narrow, pliant passage, and every stroke - either in or out - brought an abject groan of sheer lust from her throat.
Matt, hearing her mewls of subservience, began pounding into the naked young widow with a fury he did not realize existed. His hip bones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke, and his sperm-laden testicles smacked into the trembling white smoothness of her upturned buttocks like a battering ram. He wanted to hear her cry, "Uncle", he wanted her to know that she had been fucked as she never had been before . . . and, somewhere in the back of his mind; he knew he was accomplishing these things, and the real reason for doing all this was not egotism, but the desire to bring pleasure to her so she would want him to fuck her again and again.
Jill had long since stopped thinking about her dead husband and what was being done to her; she was too busy trying to find new avenues of enjoyment, new sensations by twisting her pelvis first one way then the other. She found by clenching her bowel muscles that she could bring her clitoris into continual contact with that hard pulsing flesh pistoning in and out of her being. She had surrendered totally to this stranger lying between her open legs, and she unashamedly worshipped that hot part of him that skewered so wetly, so powerfully into her.
Her body was beginning to wantonly twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth and worked her tongue deep into his throat. She was an animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was also servile, accepting anything done to her, relishing the taint of masochism in her soul, wanting more ... more .. . more than she was getting. She was the portrait of pure wantonness: face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like some wild female mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut as cables, eyes hot and smoky with lust.
As if sensing her need for another new experience, Matt released her knees from her breasts; she immediately wrapped her long tapered legs around his naked buttocks and used her calves to pull him deeper into her. The federal agent slipped his hands down over her hips and slid them beneath the smooth rounded moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began kneading them like bread dough as he fucked his long hard penis in with ever greater frenzy.
Jill subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining vaginal muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the creamy, supple flesh of her ass. Her jerked her harder up to his massive, driving hardness, and she spread her nakedly trembling thighs even further, inviting him to do what he willed as the hot, moist hole of her cunt spread open in obscene welcome. He pounded into her with a fury, then - without warning changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly all the way out of her hotly clasping vagina before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins. It was then the young blonde felt his right hand stop its kneading motion on her ass and begin moving into the sweat-dampened crevice of her buttocks itself. His outstretched middle finger started to tentatively worm its way into her defenseless, tightly puckered little hole.
He pressed inward and she felt the soft, rubbery flesh down there yield reluctantly. "Ohhhhhh, God, that hurts," she said, twisting her nakedly straining buttocks in an effort to get away; the motion was hopeless, though, for his cock had her firmly impaled. The groan bubbled from her lips in pained protest as his extended finger continued its unnatural invasion of her rectum. "Eeeeeeaaahhhhh, don't . . . Matt."
He thrust even harder, and now she saw the cruel smirk on his handsome face as he took pleasure in hearing her sounds of subjugation.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH," she cried, as her defenseless little anus received another thrust.
Matt, however, was not about to withdraw his finger. He could feel the warm rubbery resilience of her rectum, and he could also feel the quivering muscles in there which gave lie to her protests. She didn't know yet, but her body was really enjoying the almost brutal fucking he was subjecting her to. Soon, and it was only a matter of seconds, she would be begging. He began working his finger around inside, stretching the puckered little anal ring ever wider and wider as his mercilessly pistoning cock brutalized her wide stretched vagina.
Jill felt a second finger poised at the opening to her back passage, then it, too, was inside - working in unison with the first finger ... in rhythm with his rapidly thrusting penis. The deep guttural protests coming from her chest gradually began changing from whimpers of pain to low moans of new increased pleasure as her backside became used to this strange invasion.
Within seconds she was shamelessly grinding her anus back onto his fingers as he probed them methodically around in the warm, rubbery depths. New sensation of lewd delight rippled through her abdomen and up her spine. She knew she was hopelessly impaled and helpless between the hard driving rod of flesh buried deep in her womb and the cruel, merciless fingers that wormed in and out of her behind.
She was squealing like a stuck pig, twisting and writhing in wildly abandoned wantonness under this double rape of her naked loins, when suddenly she knew she was about to cum. She fought her own body against the orgasm; she didn't want to cum . . . not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong deep in the pit of her stomach.
Matt felt the change in her body, felt the sudden heating up of her wetly clasping vaginal passage, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Jill had begun to chant, "Oh, oh, ohhhh," with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to cum caused his own excitement to build to a fever pitch; he wanted to cum with her, at the same time. There would be more later, he knew that for a fact; he felt he could cum a hundred times with her, could fuck all night, all day, all week - forever! And so, he slipped his fingers from her tortured anus, and quickened the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding hard and deep, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy.
Jill's senses were rapidly leaving her now.
There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins; she was only vaguely aware of Matt's lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right breast, of the feel of his heavily swaying testicles hammering at her ravaged anus, of his hands moving across her abdomen to add additional titillation to her erect little clitoris. The pressure of the impending orgasm almost frightened her in its intensity. It was death! She would die from it. This was it!
"Ohhhh, Maa . .. tt," she wailed, "fuck harder . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . . againnnnnnn ... !"
She punched her nakedly writhing hips up, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her broke. His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into the portals of all her sensitivity, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle from every follicle of her golden hair to the tip of her toes. This all had to be a dream ... it was all to beautiful to be true. Then, gradually ... the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down over her.
She screamed loudly, "Ooooohhhhh, God! I'M... I... I'M CUM . . . MMMMM . . .-INNNNNGGGGGG." She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, wantonly convulsing on the fur covered couch. Her frantically quivering legs beat against the softness of the cushions, and her breath came in hoarse rasping gasps as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and wracked her ripe young body. She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic vagina ... cumming, cumming, cumming ... that every part of her was part of it, and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating staff that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of male sperm far up into her quivering belly. His hot liquid message of love mingled with her juices, and they formed a pool of bliss that shimmered and shone in the no-longer-lonely void of her uterus.
Her heart, was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast and a great lassitude akin to death, itself, swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and with the last vestiges of her rapidly fading consciousness she felt her vagina still quivering, still attempting to pay homage to the heatedly throbbing shaft of love still buried deep, deep inside. She was fainting .. . perhaps even dying, she thought... then simply let go ... let it all go away ... and drifted, drifted into sweet oblivion. Her last thought before the darkness came was, "Now ... I know .. . " As for Matt? He stared unbelievingly down at Jill's nakedly unconscious figure. Christ, what was there about her that had caused him to get so hot? Always before with other broads he had been able to control his own passion, but not with her! Even now, asleep, her vaginal muscles continued to twitch occasionally around his pleasantly satiated cock. He honestly couldn't remember when he had cum as much as he did with her. He had flooded her womb, and it had poured out of him and out of her as though someone had forgotten to turn off the tap. And his own reactions to all this bothered him; they were alarming thoughts - things he really didn't want to think about. He had wanted to fuck her ... had wound up making love to her. Staring at her now, he felt only a great and bottomless gratitude to her and that wonderful young pussy. Most alarming of all, though, was the knowledge that he wanted to keep her, to protect her from Rizzi and his like, to give her all the things a woman like her deserved to have.
Slowly, and reluctantly, he pulled his rapidly deflating penis from between her thighs, and it came out with a slight plop, and with it came a veritable river of their warmly intermingled cum.
"Jill," he said softly. There was no answer. Gently, he picked her sensually ripe young body up in his arms and carried her across the room, and into the bedroom. He placed her, still asleep, on the huge round bed . . . then covered her nude body to protect it from the cold.
Then, thoughts still churning about his own reactions to her, he lay down beside her, covered himself with the same blanket and fell asleep