Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

Frantically, he was moving then, as he tried to set some kind of concerted tempo with her. He began to thrust his rock-hard cock full length into the receptiveness of her hot, slippery cuntal passage, plumbing the very depths of her; at the same time, he could feel her cuntal passage moving on him, sliding up and down the pulsating length of his swollen rod of flesh, as she fucked back at him with all the strength of her pelvis muscles, her feet planted squarely on either side of him, thighs wide-splayed and her hips bucking up against him. She was arching her back off of the mattress by several inches, and it occurred to him inanely that it was almost like riding a bucking bronco.

And, inside her wildly moving cuntal sheath, he felt those contracting muscles sucking and nibbling at him like a second tiny mouth. It was pleasurably agonizing, as his sensitive penis, starved for such sexual delights, began to expand and jerk with the beginnings of his climax. He had the insane momentary feeling that his cock was caught in the maw of an insatiable sex-machine, which threatened to suck him inside out, drain him completely. His balls tightened until they ached, and he could feel the head of his penis expanding with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation, as he pistoned deep into her hotly slavering vagina.

Then Frank felt his loins constrict, and he knew that the dammed-up load of sperm was going to burst its confinement any moment now. God! He really was going to cum… already! His face contorted with the anticipation of his building orgasm, but he was frantic too with a sense of impending failure to bring Jim Harding's wife to the zenith of her climax. Christ! I'm almost ready to cum!

"Oh shit!" he said, disgust for himself and his poor performance all wrapped up in the one obscenity. "I'm… going to cum! I… can't… hold back… any longer!"

"It's okay, darling! It's okay! Just keep on fucking! Keep on ramming your cock into me… as hard… and deep as you can… and keep it up… as long as you can!" Charlotte moaned up into his face. "… And, it'll be okay! I'll cum with you! I'm almost there… too!"

Deliberately, she pulled her thighs back until they were parallel with her body and mashed down against the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, which showed the blush of her passion. Raising her loins up to him now, and minimizing her own movements, she spread her thighs wide, scissoring them out to either side of the bed to make her clasping cunt an easy target for his deepest, lustiest, jackhammering thrusts up between her legs.

He felt it begin for him then, the combined pleasure and pain of the first jetting rush of semen beginning somewhere far back in his loins behind the base of his rutting cock.

"Goddamn! I'm cumming… can't… help… it!" he gasped.

"It's all right, damn it! Just fuck me… hard… but don't stop… until you have to! Just keep on… like this… for just a few more strokes! Fuck hard, darling! Fuck me… deep and hard! Fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, encouraging him to his utmost effort.

He drove into her hard and deep, his spewing cock plunging in and out of her wildly demanding cunt, opened wide to accept everything he could give her. Like an insanely rutting boar he gored into her deeply, his sperm spurting from the slitted tip of his expanded cock-head in spasmodic gushes, a veritable torrent of rapturous lust.

Through the din roaring in his ears, Frank Paynter heard himself grunting animal-like sounds from his lips, gasps of pure carnal pleasure, and he thought he heard Charlotte Harding too as she cried out in ecstasy; however, for one desperate moment he wasn't sure, because his own involvement was so profound. God! Is she cumming? He was sure that he had failed her. Christ!

But then, he was aware of her body convulsing under him, and around the thick length of his still pumping cock he felt that maddeningly convulsing pussy of hers milking at him. Her loins were fastened up tight to his, imprisoning him, while her vagina contracted rhythmically and drained the final drops of his sperm from him. He was still moving inside her with slow deliberation, and suddenly he felt the complete release of his tension, as he looked down into her face and saw her lying there under him, serene, mewling and sighing her satisfaction. A heavy burden was lifted from him with the knowledge that she had cum with him… that he had not failed her… or himself. He felt contented satisfaction, for never in his life had he encountered a woman like Charlotte Harding… and never had he experienced a fuck like that. He was drained… satisfied… and fucked!

He collapsed on top of her. All his strength was drained from him, and he had the feeling that he had shot everything in him right through the head of his cock… into her vagina, or had that marvelous cunt of hers milked it all out of him? He fell on top of her heavily, and her waiting arms went around him to hug him close.

"I couldn't help it!" he blurted. "I had to cum! I couldn't wait… any longer!" His breath came in short heavy gasps.

Then, she was reassuring him, hugging him tight to her. "I came, darling! It was just beautiful… and there's nothing to worry about! It was a good fuck! You're a good lover… and you've got it there in that cock of yours!"

"Damn! I was afraid I'd cum too soon!"

"Don't worry, Frank. It could happen to any man! And, it makes me feel good that you're so considerate… wanting me to cum! You'll just have to learn to relax a little bit and try not to take it so seriously. Remember, it's supposed to be for fun!"

"Yeah, I'll have to remember that…" he smiled, then rolled from on top of her to stretch out on his back beside her.

"And, don't forget, darling," Charlotte reminded him, "there'll be more fun, tonight."

"Yeah… yeah, I won't forget… but don't count on Cheryl… too much…" His eyes closed. He relaxed and in a moment had dozed off to sleep.

The snow had stopped falling long before the hunting party reached the lodge. Stolidly, Jonothan Longwalk took charge of their horses as they dismounted, suggesting that tomorrow perhaps would be a better day for hunting.

"Yeah, well, we'll let you know…" Gene Barber was vague.

"It is better to start early in the morning," Jonothan told him.

"We'll make up our minds, later… okay…?" Gene walked away, eager to find a hot cup of coffee and a drink.

Nancy fell into step beside him, plodding through the new-fallen snow. "You don't have to treat everybody like dirt!" she hissed at him. "He probably only wanted to get things ready for us."

"Hell! He just works here. That's his job!"

"He's still a human being, and you didn't even thank him!"

"For what? Doing a job he's paid for?" her young husband flared. "Drop it! I don't want to argue with you over something like this!"

Cheryl stayed a moment by the horses, before following the Barbers. "Thank you for everything, Jonothan… especially the story you were telling me…" She said it shyly, meaning what she said.

His face was impassive. "It was my pleasure, Mrs. Paynter." He watched her walk away toward the lodge, feeling all the things every man feels for a lovely woman. She was a dream, a fantasy, but Jonothan Longwalk was a realist, also. With a sigh, he led the horses into the barn, dismissing his fantasy from his mind, for he knew that she was unattainable.

Stamping snow from her feet on the stoop, Cheryl followed Gene and Nancy Barber into the lodge. She found them in the kitchen where Nancy was already pouring steaming mugs of coffee for them.

Cheryl didn't go into the kitchen, heading instead for the stairway. Nancy saw her and called out, "Would you like a cup of coffee, too, Cheryl?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll get Frank and be right down."

"I'll bet you don't find him in your room!" Gene said cynically.