Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

"I… am… ready now!"

She was timing his action, ready to start a perfect synchronization so that the partnership would be complete. He retreated and pushed forward, easily bringing her to orgasm. As she squealed from happiness he admired her smoothly muscled shoulders, her hard bosom and her rippling thighs.

The peculiar tingling, too seldom brought on before, went through her arms and legs. Spasm after spasm caused her body to twist and she nearly screamed out.

She fell forward, flinging her limbs out, her buttocks still humping as the climax passed. Hugh, his penis smeared with her oils, simply looked down at the poor maid.

That was that, he figured, there would be nothing more for him.

He was wrong. Lust had brightened and sputtered and leaped in the blazing white fire of passion that night and the game between himself and Claudia was far from over.

It was his turn to add more fuel to the flame and this time he let his tongue and hands do the job. Each of her lovely breasts was measured and treasured. The strapping ass, so thrusting and resilient, was washed clean with spittle. The soft belly was laved, the rounded hips stroked, the full thighs and long legs rubbed with his penis and mouth.

"Can you still go on?"

"All night," she answered.

Two of his fingers slipped into the pelt covering her vagina and fondled the slight protuberance. Electricity scorched the girl's loins as a tongue went where the finger had been. The lips of the vagina quivered, the button within throbbed and a murky juice flowed.

"Nooooo!" Claudia's fingernails were like claws, digging into his arms and shoulders.

He enjoyed this night, sucking the girl clean, washing her body with his ever-busy tongue. "Man, are you beautiful! This prizewinning body! Ohh, Claudia, there is just one like you in this world."

"You can keep on all night without coming, can't you? It seems that way."

"Not always, just now."

Claudia could only lie limply with just her curving hips mobile, always in action, agitated by her new lover's caresses. "You are wonderful! Where has a man like you been all my life?"

"Looking for you, maybe."

He really busied himself. He brushed the beautifully taut thighs with his tongue, scraped the pubic hairs with his teeth and introduced his tongue to the slit.

It was the ecstasy that the prizewinning housemaid had always sought in bed and seldom found. She tossed her hips up with an easy effort, slung her long legs over his bobbing shoulders and groaned as the long-awaited penis again entered her.

"Divine man!"

Hugh was amazed by the happenings. The girl's ass just went wild. It was not just rhythmic but perfectly rhythmic, so swiftly moving, so crazily rapid that he knew his orgasm was not far off.

"Girlie, I am going to go off like a traffic light. Slow that rump down!"

"I cannot, can not! It is not under my control. Come if you so desire because I cannot stop!"

Hugh thrust in deeply and looked down at his new girlfriend, seeing the sweat dribbling in the crevice of her sunburned breasts. For the last time now he summoned his energies to take her with still more heated passion.

She fought it out with him, welcoming his every hard thrust, not caring how swift, knowing he was quickening in order to bring her to climax before he shot his load.

"Ahhhh, si, si, my lover! In! Out!"

"In! Out! I'm, going, I am trying… aaaahhh!"

Claudia slid under Hugh, vibrating as he plunged deeper, flowering too as he gushed like a flood. "Aaaaa, you came, my lover!"

"Ugh, ugh. uhhhhh!"

Hugh pushed her legs wider apart and bent forward, holding his face against the somewhat' brownish melons of her breasts. And then… it was over for both of them.

Claudia left the bed, thinking that perhaps she could go and wash. But the poor battered girl took just two steps, stiffened, and reeled right around, falling across Hugh's prone body in a near faint.

"Such a man!"

"And what a woman you are!"

"I could do no more even if I desired. I know now what it feels like to be dead."

Hugh tried to answer but for the moment no words came. He even lacked the strength to talk.

Claudia opened her eyes. "Well?"

"You do not have to ask, do you?"

"Then the answer is yes?"

"Definitely yes. But you must stay here in this bed all night."

"Crazy man." She pressed her hot, pulsing lips against his cheek. "From now on, caro mio, I shall warm your bed every night and during the day also, if you want me to."

Bright and early the next morning Hugh donned his chauffeur's uniform, backed the shining Mercedes Benz out of the garage and awaited Claudia and his employer, Maurier. They came down shortly, both of them staggering under the weight of packed valises.

Hugh drove rapidly but well, pleased with the smoothly running automobile, handling it as if it were part of himself. Occasionally he would glance up into the rear view mirror to glimpse Claudia and Maurier, huddled together in the back seat, kissing like a couple of high school kids.

Damned if he understood the girl; she slept with him, denounced Maurier for being an impotent fool, then offered him hot kisses.

Within two hours they pulled into Monte Carlo to find that small town burning under the morning sun and packed with tourists from every nation on the earth.

Maurier left the car and stood aristocratically, surveying the scene, passing judgment. "It is much too crowded here with peasants. I do not wish to associate with them. Drive on."

At the Italian border Maurier complained of hunger pains. Hugh left the car and waited while the customs officials, aware of their power but not their stupidity, pawed through the luggage. At length their passports were asked for, stamped and returned. Hugh had to lock the Mercedes up before he could enter the small cafй where Maurier and Claudia were already having lunch.

As he parted the beaded curtains of the cool place he recalled the old saying: 'French cooks have ruined Italian stomachs.' Let's see, he considered, how my stomach stands up under this. But he was aware too of the glowing colors of travel posters, the shapely waitresses, all built along the lines of Claudia, and the full-flavored aromas emerging from the kitchen.

Silver, red and purple-blue sea foods gave off the fragrance of the deep sea, while piled-up vegetables and fruit still damp from the morning dew reminded him how beautiful this land could be. No two ways about it, he was going to enjoy Italy.

He sat, thinking of the herbs from warm mountain slopes that mingled their scent with the marvelous cheeses and the spicy odors of dark-smoked hams and garlic-filled sausages.

"Man, I am hungry!"

"Do not act like a boor," warned Maurier. "You are in the company of a gentleman. Myself. Act that way if you are alone with Claudia."

Throughout the splendid meal Maurier was silent, totally aloof, but under the table Claudia's full-fleshed legs opened and closed upon Hugh's leg, imprisoning it. Only when she guessed that she had completely aroused him was his leg released.

On the way back to the car she whispered: "You have got it bad for me, haven't you?"

He looked at her lovely red hair, checked out the almost wanton lurch of her grinding buttocks and admitted aloud that for the moment he did have it quite bad for her.

Just before they entered the Mercedes, when Maurier was studying the distant sun-painted hills, Claudia wove her fingers into Hugh's hair and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Her lips were moist and warm, her breath sweet-smelling from wine, and when Hugh kissed her back hard, determinedly, his senses reeled. "Wait, we better stop this if I'm to keep my mind on the driving."

She looked so amazingly beautiful standing there, bare-armed and bare-legged under the hot sun. For a moment Hugh was forced to caution himself not to fall in love with her.