Tod 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 in, gentle partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out… slow in… pull out.
From somewhere way out beyond the furthermost planet of her emotional solar system, Sylvia’s errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arced through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic, movement in and out of her cunt. Tod was aware of the returning sensations in her body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his buttocks.
She was groaning… not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment… and the sound spewed from her throat. Sylvia 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 and pulled his face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth… and the 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 sensation and she was only a player following directions.
“Oooooh, God, Ooooooh, God! So wonderful… so gooooood!” 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 prick to ride higher against her clitoris… and a wild wantonness was on her again. “I’m cumming… again…” she whimpered, and her body thrashed beneath his.
Tod knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his prick until his urethral opening was large enough to take a pencil.
“I’m cumming…” she screamed, for the second time in less than twenty seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrolled epileptic seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed wildly bucking animal’s.
It was time, Tod thought, and he plunged his long white cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm caverns beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Sylvia’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 being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges… and wiggling 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 that Tod was suddenly fucking her like a mad man as he sought to join her dive.
“Cum with me, Tod… cum…” she pleaded. “Cum with me in me…” She wanted him to make the dive with her; she was giving herself completely to him. No man had ever had this from her before. It was a gift. A gift. “Cum… my darling… please cum.
And Tod, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly… pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleading cunt. He drove into her with all his strength… wanting to give her everything he had; he could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge cudgel into the hot willing hole down 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.
“AIIIIEEEEEEEE… I’m CUMMIING!” She screamed, and it was the cry of a hawk… and eagle… diving from great heights. Her smoky eyes stared, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side, screwing her cunt up and down crazily on his white pistoning rod.
Sylvia’s wildly thrashing body triggered his own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Tod 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-leee-nng.”
Tod 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 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; she appeared to be at least ten years younger than her real age. 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 beautiful 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 open cunt.
Tod pulled the bedspread over her perspiration streaked body. Then, nude, he walked toward the window overlooking the yacht club and picked up his binoculars. Sunset was coming to the basin. In the fading light he could see three people on the deck of the Jolly Rogue. Two of them he recognized as Liz and Ed Hunt. The third one was a tall brunette clad in an extremely small bikini that accentuated, rather than hid, her body. She looked very good indeed. Even as he watched, he saw Ed Hunt pat the girl’s ass in a very proprietary manner. The brunette threw back her head and laughed, then wantonly put her hand down the side front of Hunt’s bulging swim suit. Liz Hunt, standing right alongside them, seemed amused at their antics. She turned as a fourth figure obviously the brunette’s husband came on deck. Sue pointed toward the man and woman fondling each other and made a remark which caused him to double over in glee.
“Eight bells and all’s well,” Tod said softly. “Fun and games time on the old Jolly Rogue’.”
Behind him, he heard Sylvia stir on the bed. One lovely golden arm had come out from beneath the bedspread, and one delicious mound of breast flesh with its inviting little nipple was uncovered. She was still asleep and apparently dreaming now, for there was a tender smile on her face as her lips opened partially arid she whispered, “Tod… darling.”