Chapter 3
In the early morning light, Jill Foster stood at the window, listening to the restless surf and watching the countless gulls soaring effortlessly and in freedom. She could hear the incessant breakers and the shrill cry of hungry gulls and sandpipers but she was not really aware of them. She was deep in troubled thought. A light off-shore breeze plucked at the sheer negligee, and she was totally oblivious of the lovely picture she made. Hers was a cool, poised beauty. Yet she was far from calm in her mind. There was the very real problem of what she was to do from here on, and she could not dismiss it.
She lit a cigarette and thought about the man asleep on the bed behind her. They were strangers, even though he had accidentally come to her assistance in a time of loneliness and need. He seemed honestly concerned and had released her from the bounds of a long suppressed sexual frustration that even she had not realized went as deep as it did. Last night had been wonderful beyond her wildest dreams, and she realized only now how much she had needed that love making - sex performed by someone who was a master at his craft. Never had she experienced such a fulfilling, rewarding feeling from a man.
Crossing the room she took her purse from the bureau and counted her money. Four hundred and seventeen dollars. It was far too nice a day to stand brooding at a window. She'd get dressed and have her hair done. It was a mess after last night and she wanted to please Matt. She wanted to return in some small way all the pleasure he had given her. At least it would be a start.
She showered and dressed, tailored slacks, sandals, a plain shirt open at the throat. Ruefully she realized things hadn't been planned at all well. The wardrobe she had packed was scanty.
Then, taking her bag she closed the door softly behind her, and walked out into the bright, warm sunshine.
It was an hour later when Matt awoke. Jill's absence did not overly concern him for he had been vaguely aware of her movements earlier as she showered and dressed. He was, however, curious. Besides his own natural curiosity, there was the puzzlement of the girl herself. He lit a cigarette, rubbed a hand across a stubbled beard, and padded naked into the shower. With him it was like that every morning. First the cigarette, then a shower to wash away the lingering cobwebs of the night before, and finally a cup of instant coffee. He turned the shower tap to hot, filled the coffee pot from the basin, and plugged it in. Carefully then, he adjusted the shower spray and stepped in. It had been a long time since he had felt this good this early. He began to whistle.
For a split second, as she entered the suite, Jill felt a deep sense of disappointment because Matt wasn't there to greet her. Then she heard him singing off-key in the shower. The edges of her mouth turned up in a small impish smile of delight, and the first zephyrs of anticipation were already blowing through her belly.
God, she thought, I'm acting like nothing but a bitch in heat. She wanted Matt; she wanted him now, right now! There was a vast loneliness aching down there between her legs. There really was only one question to be answered: should she play hard to get and act coy, or take the initiative?
She strode across the room and gazed out the window toward the harbor where half a hundred boats rode at anchor. They bobbed gently up and down; the motion was a completely sexual one, and the masts looked like thin eager penises jamming the womb of the sky.
Abruptly, the young widow realized her hands were shaking and her knees felt rubbery; the moment for action or non-action had arrived. She could still turn back. Her face dimpled in sudden decision, and then she was almost frantically removing shoes, yanking down hose, stepping out of her expensive, blue tailored slacks, and taking off her blouse and brassiere. She wanted to be naked before he finished his shower.
She stood in the center of the room, waiting for him. Her breasts had darkened, and her nipples had grown erect by themselves. She groaned as she ran a hand feverishly down over her pubic hair and felt the current of desire that shot through her. She flaunted her pelvis a couple of times and whimpered deep in her throat. .. like a bitch in heat, she thought again.
When Matt still did not put in an appearance, Jill bit her lower lip indecisively and then tiptoed rapidly toward the bathroom. She opened the door. The steam hit her with a warm moistness. Through the fog, she could see his muscular body outlined in the glass door of the large shower stall. He continued to sing.
Her eyes were flashing mischievously as she slowly reached out for the door handle. Then, quickly, she opened it and stepped inside. She couldn't have asked for a better set-up, she thought; there was the treasury agent, his hair all lathered up, his eyes closed . .. and not the least bit aware that someone had stepped into the shower stall with him. She choked back a giggle as she watched him - watched the white soapy suds running down his backbone to disappear into the crevice between his strong buttocks. Slowly, with a prankish grin on her face, she reached out for his long flaccid penis .. l Grant's first awareness that someone was in the shower with him came with the soft touch of fingers gently tightening around his cock. "What in hell," he shouted, jumping in sudden alarm and almost slipping. His eyes opened - a mistake, for the soap blinded him again almost immediately. He saw enough, though.
There, as if a dream had suddenly materialized, was the naked golden body of Jill, her harvest moon breasts already wet, and a stream of water running down her belly into her silken pubic hair. She was laughing at his reaction.
The surprised yelp came out of him, "Jill?"
"Who else did you expect? Racquel Welch? After all, I am supposed to be your wife."
He gasped, then choked as soapy water ran into his mouth, for Jill had begun to slowly move her hand back and forth on his rapidly awakening penis. A low groan of desire came squawking out of his larynx, and her delighted laughter hit his ears.
Jill stepped up even closer to him and, still stroking his almost fully erect cock with her right hand, put her left arm around his waist. She knew she was getting her hair soaked. Too bad, she thought uncaringly; the hotel's hairdresser had worked almost an hour on it this morning because Jill wanted to look especially nice for him. Under the machinations of her fingers, she could feel life surging into his desire-thickening penis; it was a terribly sensual feeling as the soapy water caused her hand to slip almost without friction from head to base of the huge rod. She felt lewd excitement expanding up between her thighs as the hard living thing in her hand grew in size. Now it was elongated, sticking out in front of him as though it were the long, white-skinned neck of a turkey. "Hurry up and get the soap out of your hair and eyes," she said, beginning to feel impatient again and jerking his cock a couple of times in emphasis.
Matt, who had been standing there with his eyes closed, let the wildly erotic sensations flow over his body. He could feel Jill's breasts and nipples pressing against his chest... but the best thing of all was that excruciatingly wonderful movement of her hand stroking his hardening shaft.
Quickly he rinsed his hair and washed the soap from his blinded eyes. Then he looked at her. Even barefoot, she was almost as tall as he was. Her eyes were gazing unfathomably at him, almost as if they were daring him. Her moistly full lips - parted in amusement and, possibly hunger - were only inches from his. He reached out, planted his sinewy hands on her flaring hips, and gruffly pulled her to him. The new position made it difficult for her pliant fingers to stroke his penis, so she contented herself with holding it tightly in her fist-clenching and unclenching her hand in time to the rapid beat of his pulse down there. It was a maddening tempo, one that she found echoed in her own belly.
Matt found his thoughts in complete disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his eagerly quivering tongue into her wet open mouth. Her tongue met his, and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though he were once again orally fucking her. They dueled this way for almost a minute, the water streaming down both of their faces.
Jill was the first to break contact; when she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog-like pants. She looked at her hand gripping his soapy, wildly pulsating shaft and then pushed down on it so the wet glistening head of the penis was touching the upper entrance to her vaginal slit. He shuffled forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the hot, lust-swollen head slide against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot upward from her suddenly throbbing vagina into her belly.
"Life is just full of surprises," Matt said, French-kissing her again. He felt the wild elation growing in him as Jill began sliding the hair-covered softness of her vagina along the top of his cock. She was tall enough that he could take her this way without undue strain on his leg muscles. She was obviously ready; he could put it in right now if he wanted. Her eyes were closed as her breath rasped out hoarsely.
She did something with her pelvis and inner thighs which caused her wetly swollen cuntal lips to lock like a hot fleshy vise over his long pulsating shaft; she held him trapped that way as she began moving back and forth again. It was almost as if he were deep inside her.
Amazed, Matt began running his hands up and down her soapy buttocks. He slipped his soap-slickened middle finger down into the softly yielding crevice and nudged her tight little anal ring. She jumped and her eyes fluttered open as he slid easily in almost all the way without inflicting any discomfort on her.
The sensation of his soap lubricated finger working in and out of her rectum startled Jill. It had shot a nefarious jolt of forbidden pleasure through her. Before last night she had not even realized she was sexually sensitive there. She felt a dull sense of disappointment now as he withdrew it. Matt was doing other things with those big, capable hands of his; they were all over her, kneading her firmly ripened breasts as though they were bread dough, tweaking the nipples, stroking her abdomen in time to her own body movements. She was afire down there between her excitedly trembling thighs. She wanted him inside her. She said it, and the obscene words spilling out of her lips caused a certain amazement to register in her mind. "Fuck me, please Matt..." she crooned. It wasn't so much a command as it was a plea.
His balls throbbed, and the blood had long since been pounding hotly through the thick veins in his rigid cock. Yet... he pulled his penis from between her tightly clenched thighs. "What's wrong," she asked, whimperingly.
"Nothing. Let's not hurry it though."
"I want you now." She reached for his lust-hardened penis enclosed it in her fist again, then began yanking on it in short impatient motions.
Matt said nothing. He merely reached behind him and got the soap from the soap tray. He used the palms of both hands to raise a lather. The hot scented soap was almost an aphrodisiac in itself.
Jill didn't protest when he began to lather up her breasts; she watched the white bubbly river run down across her navel and disappear down into her drenched pubic hair. Matt now was lathering up her abdomen and hips; his hands were gentle, and the electrifying sensations arched through her belly. Then he was using two outstretched fingers and the palm of his hand to soap up her vagina. She closed her eyes and moaned; her legs becoming so weak that she felt they couldn't support her any longer. Matt kneeled in front of her and used both hands to bring a white lather to her sleek inner thighs and legs. He ran his hands up and down her lower extremities as she hungrily screwed her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel his lips against her femaledom, but he avoided it.. . then began working his way up her backside.
A part of Matt's mind stood off watching him operate. It was obvious the girl was just about to go out of her mind with lust. He knew that the upper torsos of some women became mottled, almost as if they were just getting over a bad case of measles, when they are within seconds of a climax. Anytime this mottling occurs on a woman, an orgasm is almost inevitable ... no matter what the man does or doesn't do. And Jill was that color now.
Quickly then, he lathered up his eagerly throbbing cock and used his soapy hands on her abdomen. His fingertips brushed across the wet, softly curling strands of fleece up between her legs. He didn't pause there; his hand slid down even further, middle finger extended, and began caressing her wetly throbbing cuntal slit.
Jill's naked young body almost jackknifed with the maddening contact of his finger sliding through the already fevered area. She began to moan in wild, inarticulate phrases, and her inner thighs tried to trap his hand and keep it captive. Now a second finger was making a slippery, lust-inciting intrusion, while his thumb toyed with her throbbing little clitoris ... the fingers all moving in unison.
She had to have it. . . now! She was close . . . She wanted to feel that pulsating rod of hot flesh inside her, no longer content to be patient. "Please?" It was a craven croak of desire spilling out of her throat.
Grant watching her and listening to her, reveled in the feel of her warm, velvet-soft pussy and the vibrating arousal of her goddess-like body. God, he thought, she's the hottest thing I've ever seen. She really wants it; she's so fired up that she's about to explode.
"Jill, baby," he said very slowly, "Put it in for me."
Frantically, she reached down for his soap slickened penis and pulled it up between her legs. She spread her thighs and pointed the hotly-throbbing cock toward the hungry opening of her vagina. She snaked her other arm around his waist and pulled him forward, guiding the long hardened instrument toward her eagerly awaiting cuntal lips.
Her shamelessly aroused vaginal flesh opened and closed like a hungry sea anemone as she pushed forward with her pelvis as his thick shaft of hardened flesh sliced through her wetly clasping pussy and rammed deep into the soft milking interior of her belly.
"Ahhhhh," she chanted, moving her wet, nakedly glistening body back and forth, feeling his cum-bloated scrotum swinging and teasing against her straining thighs. She reached down for his testicles and gently caressed them as she wildly whipped her pelvis to and fro - sliding her hungrily clasping cunt up and down on the massively heated penis sunk so deep up inside her. It all happened unbelievably fast. "Ahhhh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh? AH! Aieeeee. I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming ... Oh, God, I'm cumming," she screamed. And then the young blonde was really in a frenzy, with her pelvis slamming so hard against Grant's hip bones that it seemed certain something was about to break.
Matt's eyes had widened in complete surprise. My God, he thought, she had reached an orgasm within thirty seconds of the time his prick was first shoved in. He hadn't made one single thrust on his own part; she had done all the work! She swallowed with her mouth hung loosely open, and the sound of air panting in and out of her throat made almost an obscene noise of unmistakable satisfied passion.
Jill stood there, trembling uncontrollably, as the orgasm drained away her strength. She was forced to lean against Grant; there was nothing left in her body. She was sure she had lost consciousness at the height of the climax for she had slumped, and the movement had caused his thick rigid instrument to slip out of her vagina with a wet, plopping sound that could be heard even above the hiss of the shower water and the deep gasps of her breathing.
She felt an almost uncontrollable desire to go to sleep. This in spite of her mind swarming with thoughts like a disturbed wasps' nest. She knew what had happened; she had reached a powerful orgasm, and it had been just as if she had hooked into a high voltage line.
"Are you all right?" Matt was looking at her with some concern.
She closed her eyes and nodded. A moment later, Matt's hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off. She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvet-like softness of a wash cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soap suds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth - as soft as it was - accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now; any touch there was painful for the moment. Then the hissing hot water was turned off.
Matt began toweling her dry, treating her as if she were an infant being dried after a bath. The roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body; it felt, she decided, very very sensual. Warm, comfortable, and - for the moment - satisfied, she permitted him to do anything he wanted. She even stood on tiptoe to help when he rubbed the towel between the wet cheeks of her ass. She was all too aware that he still had his mammoth erection, and dully she wondered if he wanted to be "relieved."
Matt wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Then, without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her out of the stall, through the bathroom, and to the huge round bed. He carried her as effortlessly as a rag doll. Feeling like a little girl, she put her head against his hairy chest. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of his heatedly erect cock rubbing across her buttocks with each step he took.
The federal agent put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. She still had her eyes closed, and her ripely full breasts rose and fell like the surge of the sea with each breath. It was incredible, simply incredible, he thought. All this - mine ... for now. Once again, he wondered about her. She didn't seem the "hair trigger" type, yet - last night she had cum quickly ... and had continued to reach orgasm after orgasm, each one building on the other. And just now in the shower? She had been there within seconds after he had pushed his throbbing hardness between her warmly welcoming thighs.
On the bed, Jill's eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the agent. It was something she had never felt before about any man. Those broad shoulders, that craggy handsome face, the fur-like hair on his chest. . . and that beautiful, beautifully long penis.
She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it - to pay homage to it. Never before had she wanted to take one in her mouth, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her feet and shoulders to slip across the bedspread so that his thick pulsing cock was directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hardened sword. She was amazed at her own boldness, and her words sounded alien - almost unintelligible to her - when she said, "Mister Grant, put your penis in my mouth."
His laugh rumbled out, "I'd love to have you do just that, Jill; but don't you think it's time to dispense with the formalities. My friends call me Matt."
Jill suddenly giggled. It was funny. But then she stopped giggling when the "sword" dipped toward her lips. She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy - "smoky," coming from the fires that were being kindled within her, and the huge throbbing god's head was already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were evaluating it. Her moistly parted lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Grant quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her wetly quivering little tongue lashed out, making maddening circles around the entire lust-swollen head of the penis. Her own nakedly aroused body reacted and trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her lips and moved her head forward so that the cock slipped into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of soap, his love secretions, and still another taste. "Could it be," she asked herself, "the taste of my own vagina?" And feeling as though she were somehow completing a circle of life, she took his thick pulsating hardness inside the velvet heated depths of her throat.
Matt's hands dropped to her hair and pulled her penis-stuffed mouth even closer to him. She had begun running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads of desire to build up in his belly. "Suck it," he panted, "suck on it, Jill." He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head.
A second later, he was straddling her nakedly quivering breasts and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward in the age-old motion of fucking.
Jill cupped his rock-hard buttocks in the palms of her hands. She liked him in this position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that hotly pulsating shaft. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.
Grant slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips - like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless vagina - slid along the wetly glistening trunk. God, he thought in wonderment, nothing has ever felt this good before! She obviously was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the heat of her softly moistened mouth and the way she used her tongue was absolutely fantastic. He'd had blow jobs before from women; with Jill though, it was something else - something of a greater dimension. He knew he was going to cum soon, already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth. Her delicate pink lips contrasted with the angry blood-infused shaft which pistoned in and out between them.
Jill, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his saying, "Better stop, or I'm going to cum." She merely sucked harder, wanting to taste his sperm, wanting that boiling eruption to flood her mouth. Yet,.. ? What would he think about her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her tightly ovalled lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, Matt seemed twenty feet tall - staring down at her as though his head were somewhere near the ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to say, "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
Matt fought a battle within himself. Yes, he wanted to cum in that wonderfully sucking mouth, but... at the same time ... he wanted to fuck her. Maybe, if she were willing later tonight, they'd get around to other ways. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.
"I want to fuck you," he said firmly, then added, "between the legs!"
"Oh, darling. Yes! Then do it now." Jill was amazed that the term of endearment was coming from her lips. She abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her hotly pulsating vagina; that feeling rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him deep inside her. she wanted him to be a part of her - and her to be part of him - both joined in fucking. "Now ... do it now. Fuck me, Matt." she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive him.
Matt put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him; the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the erect little clitoris engorged with blood and ready . . . ready .. . ready.
Matt put the head of his wildly throbbing penis against the puckering wet opening of her vagina and pushed forward. His pulsating cock-head parted the still wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.
"OOOOOhhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.
"You like that?" he asked, not really needing assurance, but wanting to hear her say it.
"Oh, God! . . . yes. It's beautiful."
Matt pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take this in easy stages for the position was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper into her. Too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. When he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his cock. He felt a responding twitch from her heatedly clasping vaginal walls.
"Ahhh ..." she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the shaft of hardness impaling her between her legs.
Jill could feel his scrotum tingling against her nakedly uplifted buttocks, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with a fevered joyousness. Matt had begun moving in and out, and she was sure she had taken all he had, not realizing that he was less than five inches into her. She could feel the pulsating head of his thickened shaft pressing against her sensitive cervix, knocking at the door to her womb. His long hard penis - like hot iron had soft feathers - rubbed the rippling walls of her vagina.
"Oooooohhhhh," she wailed, for now he was going even deeper. "You're hurting..." she began but then she felt his pubic hair tickling against the back of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously, she realized she had taken all of him; they were a perfect fit. Now his movements became masterful, she could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there, grinding her full rounded buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in and out of her sensually awakened young body.
Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. She knew she had become a woman. She was really being fucked and she was responding as a woman - a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for this wonderful man.
Matt was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her nakedly writhing body was fighting him down there; it was as if he had hooked into a mighty game fish that was attempting to dislodge the hook. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't much she could do because of the position. It was then Matt decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.
He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began pounding into her with a demonic fury, screwing his massively throbbing cock even harder and deeper into her tight little cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her fevered passageways screamed for more, and the interior muscles of her madly rippling vagina clasped his plummeting shaft like the hungry tentacles of a starving octopus. Her anus clenched and unclenched as it seemingly sought to bite and devour his heavily swinging balls as they slapped in a ceaseless drum-beat of lust against her upturned buttocks.
Jill tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open laxly, and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. "Ohhh ... ohhh ..." she said, with each mighty shove of his long hard cock into her. It was a chant, a liturgy of love, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body taking over. "Ohhh ... oohhh ... OHHHh ... Ahhh!"
Suddenly, Jill punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth, "I'm cumming... Ohhh . . . AHHHHHHH . . . Aaaalllleeeeee . . . I'm cummmmmmm . . . ing!" She groveled beneath him, her fingernails digging long bloody furrows down his back before she fell lifeless against the mattress.
Matt slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surgings of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. A slow movement, gentle partial withdrawal; slow in, pull out. . . slow in . . . pull out.
From somewhere way out beyond the further most planet of her emotional solar system, Jill's errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arched through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic, movement in and out of her contentedly throbbing cunt.
Matt was aware of the returning sensations in her languidly stirring young body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive thighs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her long tapered legs around his thighs, her knees pressing in tightly against and partially around his slowly pumping buttocks.
Jill was groaning - not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment - and the sound reverberated like an organ note from her throat. Jill couldn't believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau - a land of pure sensation! She was cumming again! She reached up for his head, pulled his face down to hers and passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth . . . and then she whispered, "I'm . . . cumming."
This time her climax was different - just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it - bring it along - play it and make it peak like a musical piece. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality his hot living shaft was the baton - that he was conducting the symphony of sensation - and she was only a player following directions.
"Oooooh, God, Oooooh, God! So wonderful... so goooood!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and pulled his hairy chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her breasts. She discovered that pulling him down against her caused his rigidly thick cock to ride higher against her clitoris. .. and a wild wantoness was on her again. "I'm cumming . . . again ..." she whimpered, and her nakedly orgasming body thrashed beneath his.
Matt knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts. His sperm-laden balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his massive shaft until his urethral opening was large enough to take a pencil.
"I'm cumming ..." she screamed, once again, and her pleasure-contorted body jerked and twisted as though she were in throes of a seizure. Her face was twisted in a wild grimace of lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed, wildly bucking animal's.
It was time, Matt thought, and he plunged his long throbbing cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the squeezing warm cavern beneath him. He let the sensations flow up his thick hot shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Jill's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her breasts felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her vagina and uterus felt as if they were stuffed with thick electric eels, all throwing off electric charges . . .,and wiggling up deeper, ever deeper, into her innermost femaledom. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a high diving board, that she had reached the top, and now there was a swan dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew Matt was suddenly fucking her like a mad man as he sought to join her dive.
"Cum with me Matt... cum ..." she pleaded. "Cum with me ... in me ... " She wanted him with her because she was giving herself completely to him . .. something no man had ever had from her before. "Cum . . . my darling . . . please cum . . . !"
And Matt, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slid his hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly - pulling them toward him for greater access to her wide-open and pleading cunt. He rammed into her with all his strength - wanting to give her everything he had and he could feel the smooth hot flesh of her tight little cunt massaging and sucking away at his rapidly expanding cock. He fucked into her, driving every last inch of his huge thickened shaft into the hot willing hole up between her legs. A cry started within her, and at first it sounded like the low moan of the Arctic winds blowing high in the heavens; the sound grew in intensity until it was the shriek of a typhoon leveling everything before it. "AllIIIIEEEEEEE ... I'M CUMMING!" She screamed, and it was the cry of a hawk diving from great heights. Her smokey eyes stared, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her frantically pumping buttocks waved in lewd abandonment from side to side, screwing her wildly quivering cunt up and .down crazily on his hard pistoning penis.
The naked young blonde's wildly thrashing body triggered his own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine and it spread rapidly to his balls. Matt increased the intensity of his strokes so that his scrotum swung like an iron wrecking ball against the trembling walls of her buttocks.
Then he was there; its intensity frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her arms had him in a deathlike grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth, "I'm cumming . .. " Her words were almost incomprehensible when she panted, "Cum in me ... cum . .. dar. . . ling."
Matt heard the whimpering moan from her and her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass, as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot lava of his love erupted deep down inside the wetly pulsating depths of her womb.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for almost two minutes, then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish. He opened his eyes and looked down at the girl; a soft, wondering smile was etched on her lips . .. she looked happy, fulfilled! He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her voluptuously ripened breasts at repose. She was asleep - so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated penis. It came out with a soft hissing sound and with the stopper removed, a torrent of white, expended sperm began to flow like a river out of her gaping young cunt.
Matt pulled the spread over her perspiration streaked body. Then, still naked, he walked toward the window overlooking the yacht club and stood watching the sailboats.
Behind him, he heard Jill stir on the bed. One golden arm had come out from beneath the spread, and one delicious mound of breast flesh with its inviting little nipple that was uncovered. She was still asleep and apparently dreaming now, for there was a tender smile on her face as her lips opened partially and she whispered, "Matt.. . darling."
He watched her. She had surprised hell out of him, but his biggest surprise had come with his own emotions. It was one thing to want to fuck a woman, quite another to feel a need to protect her and to want to share things with her. Christ, he was really going to have to watch his step!
The Empire Room of the Play a d'Ora was crowded when Jill and Matt arrived.
Reservations, plus the fact that they were guests of the hotel, enabled them to be seated within ten minutes. Their window table offered a magnificent view of the sun setting behind the blue-grey shrouded Channel Islands. The English gin arrived in frosted glasses.
Then Matt was left alone with Jill, with only the soft hum of other conversation in the background. She looked very female - very beautiful, he thought, and then told her so. She smiled softly in answer. Her hair looked like a golden waterfall frozen in mid-flight. Her oval face seemed softer, her lips fuller, her fine eyes a deeper haze. There was just the faintest suggestion of color high on each of her lovely cheeks. That, he was pretty sure, had come from his beard stubble during their second round of love-making after Jill had awakened. Her inner thighs would be the same color ... for the same reason.
Jill, watching the candlelight dance on his face, thought he was the most handsome man she had ever known. She told him so; he grinned in reply. She couldn't get over how contented she was, how very secure and very complete she felt around him. She lifted her glass in a toast, "What shall we drink to?"
Matt pursed his lips, then shrugged his shoulders, "To drinking?"
"No, silly. To ... to ... " she closed her eyes, unable to force herself to say it. She wanted to say, "To us!" but that would sound possessive.
Matt saved her. "To the rest of the week. May it be as pleasurable as its beginning."
She nodded, touched his glass, then drank. She sat back in her chair - completely relaxed - and let the sensations wash over her. Every single pore of her body was alive and singing. God, she felt so alive! She could spend the rest of her life just sitting here, feeling this way. How much of it was due to sex and how much of it due to being with Matt, she couldn't say. She was pretty sure, though, that the two were inseparable.
By the end of the week, though, she was sure. And, so too, was Matt.