Her mouth fastened on his and her tongue fucked him as she coaxed ripples along the back of her neck, down her spine to her ass and into her cunt and back up her front again.
Rick's ass pumped fast, his prick coming almost all the way out of her with each pull and thrusting far up into her with each push. Faster and faster. He held her ass tight against him. Her body moved with his. His balls hit the bottom of her cunt as he swung. They bounced back, lay against her again, and as his orgasm seemed to gather in his knees his balls seemed even to get inside her cunt as he tried to thrust himself in her farther, farther into the grasping hole.
A cry came from her throat as the first spurts of his come shot into her.
His cock swelled, engorged, filled her, and when he came it was with long spasms splashing inside her, his balls exploding their load against her womb, surging his thick white come against every part of her cunt.
They lay together, exhausted, for what seemed like minutes.
When he pulled out of her, he was still nearly hard. She kissed the head again. She laid Rick onto his back and knelt over him. She licked him with her tongue, licked his balls, his shaft, his pubic hair, until he was clean. His prick got hard again before she finished. He lay flat, his arms over his head, his eyes closed.
She rose over him. "Be right back," she said.
He heard her go into the bathroom. He heard water running in the basin.
When she came back, her body flushed from their loving, red in the glow of the fire, she asked, "Are you warm enough?"
"Yes," he murmured, reaching up for her.
She knelt between his legs. Lifting his still hard cock with the fingers of both hands, she slipped it into her mouth. She lay down against his stomach, slid her mouth further over his cock, sucked against the head, nibbled against the shaft with her teeth.
Rick reached down and petted her hair. He stroked her ears.
She lifted his balls with one hand, held his. cock in her mouth with the other. Her saliva soaked the head of his prick and it slid easily in and out of her mouth, in and out.
A sigh escaped from Rick's lungs. A long, contented, happy sound filled with anticipation, pleasure, warmth. He took another deep breath of comforting air. He turned his face toward the fire and watched the tender flames licking at the logs, loving them, sweeping them with heat.
Chapter 2
A week later, Rick dove from the stem of the small ketch he had borrowed from the sailing club in order to give Jane her free lesson.
Naked, his body, warm from the hot Atlantic sun, knifed cleanly through the cooling salt water. As he drifted back to light, to the surface, the water lifted his balls, his cock floated above them, his crotch was cleansed, his body refreshed. Underwater, he forced his arms down hard and broke the surface to burst from the ocean almost to his cock, whooping, screeching at the clear blue sky as he fell back into a churning sea of bubbles. "
Jane waved from the boat. Her blonde hair was tied in a knot at the back of her head. She wore a white top and white shorts. Her skin was tan. Rick liked watching her wave to him, the white sail luffing behind her, the sky blue over the white of the sail.
He gathered his muscles, kicked his feet, and his body rose a little into a mid-ocean dive. As his body went under his ass gleamed quickly in the air, winked at the sun.
He loved the feel of the water when he was naked. He dove down until he felt pressure mounting on every square inch of his body. It was as though he had become a six-foot cock and the ocean a cunt, always wet, always rolling in waves, always ready for him.
He swam to the surface, back to the boat with clean, calm hard strokes of his arms. He stretched his body as he swam, his feet making small churning kicks behind him.
He pulled himself aboard, water streaming from his head and shoulders and hips, his legs dripping. He saw Jane's eyes blink twice, like the eyes of a doe, then she looked at his naked frame very carefully. His cock hung from his wet hair, long and almost thick as if it was considering getting hard. His scrotum tugged his balls up against his crotch from the cold ocean until they were nearly invisible. Rick slushed water from his body with his arms in fast hard motions, his prick swinging from side to side as he moved.
"Like what you see?" he asked Jane.
She pursed her lips, looked at the sky. She was not a beautiful girl. Her face was plain, her body ordinary but still as far as Rick was concerned very nice. She had fine, very slim ankles and he imagined her ass when naked would be just as trim and that her crotch would be firm and moist. She said, "Just looking."
"Water's great. You ought to take a swim."
"Thanks," she said.
"You didn't say Yes or No. Will you?"
"I didn't bring a suit "
"You don't need one. Look around you." He gestured with an arm, his naked body swinging with the wave. "Nobody here but you and me." The ocean stretched out flat and calm and as blue as the sky until it reached the pencil-line of coast far away. "You could swim naked."
"I could," she answered, but made no move to get up.
Rick picked up a towel and dabbed his shoulders. He rubbed the thick black hair covering his head. He stepped into the well of the boat where Jane sat against the bound tiller. She opened him a can of beer and he took a long drink. She watched his body as he swallowed the cold brew -his chest, his stomach, the muscles of his thighs, his prick.
"Just looking again?" he asked.
"Comparing." She lifted her hand over her eyes as she looked toward land. "I've never seen one of you rich guys naked before."
"Hey, don't give me that crap. You could have any guy you wanted around this resort. Old men are after your ass and so are their grandkids."
"They might be after me, but they don't catch me."
"Not a virgin, are you?"
"Hell, no." She added, "I'm nineteen," as if that cleared up any doubts about her chastity or lack of it.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "If I thought you were a virgin, I'd have kept my pants on."
"Don't worry, I've seen a few cocks."
"Now you're talking," he laughed. "Since you think I'm a rich guy, is my cock any different than one on a poor guy?"
He pulled on an old pair of jeans that he had ripped the legs off of mid-thigh. He zipped up the front. Jane opened the lunch basket she had prepared and they ate tuna sandwiches washed down with beer. They talked, laughed quietly, drifted with the tide.
Jane asked, "What happened with Mrs. Cruise? I saw you leave with her the night I put her at the same table with you."
"It worked," he said.
"What worked? What do you have up your sleeve?"
He showed her his naked arms with an innocent expression on his face. They both sat on the floor of the well, their backs against the railings, their legs stretched across the varnished deck almost touching. Rick saw fine downy hair along her legs, shiny against the tan of her skin. Her bare thighs led his eyes to her crotch, waiting there under the small pair of shorts. Her stomach was bare and her belly button gleamed with a dot of water like a diamond. "I took her home and slept with her," Rick said. "It was easy, sleeping with her. She's older, divorced, and lonely."
"Is that what you do?"
"What do you mean, is that what I do?"
"I thought you were going to some big-shot college upstate?"
"I am. That doesn't keep me from trying to make a few lonely women happy. And say, thanks a lot for setting me up. I really appreciate it. It's bringing dividends."
"How?"
"She recommended me to a friend. A very important friend."