After she finished, Regina scooted back up the length of Greg's body and gave him a big kiss. Then she took off his pajamas, leaving him naked. Playfully, she toyed with his soft penis, flipping it back and forth between her fingers.
"It looks so sad," she said. "Are you sure he's ready for more?"
Greg grinned at her lewdly. "Of course. The way I feel, honey, I could go all night."
"Oh, yeah?" she teased. "You could have fooled me. I need more than this soft little thing."
"Just get your nightgown off and be patient. I won't be soft for long."
Greg wasn't kidding. By the time Regina peeled off her nightie, his penis began to grow.
"Rub your pussy against it. Like that. Feel it?" Greg asked.
"Yes, honey," she replied huskily. "It feels marvelous. Oh, Greg. I love you so much. Now put it inside me. Ohhhh!"
Greg did as she asked, mounting her easily. And true to his word, Greg was prepared to fuck her until sunup.
His long cock went in deep, and Regina loved the way it plunged to the depths of her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer, deeper.
"Greg," she whispered, gripping the sides of his head and pulling him down close so she could slide her tongue into his ear. "I love it when you fuck me this way. It's so good. Oh, darling, I love you so much. I love you to fuck me."
The aroused man just grunted in reply. He was too caught up in the pleasure of driving his prick into her cunt to take time for conversation. When he was fucking, nothing could disturb his concentration-nothing except his orgasm.
Having just come moments earlier, spewing his jism into his fiancйe's mouth, Greg knew that his second orgasm of the evening would be a long time coming. So he concentrated on making Regina feel good. He knew how she liked him to vary the speed of his thrusts, so he slowed down the pace of his fucking. Ever so slowly, he pushed his cock in and then pulled it out.
To Regina, this snail's pace approach to making love was just what she needed. Having quickly drained Greg's balls of their load of sperm with her mouth and lips, she was now ready to be pleased. She wanted them to take their time and make this evening last as long as possible.
When he drove his cock back into her, Greg angled his hips so he could drag the shaft of his prick along her clitoris. Regina usually liked Greg to stimulate her clit with his lips and tongue, but his cock seemed to be doing a pretty good job at that moment. One thing she really enjoyed, outside of having her pussy sucked until she came, was enjoying her orgasm while stuffed full of Greg's hard prick. She knew that if he continued to fuck her-slowly and carefully, paying special attention to her clit-that she would be able to experience a devastating orgasm while he was inside her.
"Just like that," she said softly, coaxing him into pleasing her the way she wanted to be pleased. "Oh, Greg, that feels so good. Where'd you ever learn… ohhhhh… to do it like that?"
Greg just smiled at her and continued to work his hips up and back, taking his time, enjoying the way Regina was beginning to respond to him more eagerly.
With her arms and legs wrapped around Greg's heaving body, Regina thought about how wonderful it was going to be to be married to this man. He was so considerate of her desires, not only in the bedroom, but everywhere they happened to be. Oh, he made her feel so good. Never before had she felt this way-so satisfied, so thoroughly pleased.
The taste of Greg's sperm was still heavy in her mouth. She loved the tangy, musky flavor, and only hoped that he had much more of that sticky white stuff to spew into her cunt. Oftentimes, Greg had told her that she was hungry for cum. And she didn't deny that. She loved the taste and texture of a man's jism. For her, there was nothing like it-so warm and gooey. She was fascinated by the stuff. It seemed to possess magical qualities for her. She was always amazed that such a strange sticky liquid could produce life. It was powerful stuff, she told herself, capable of wondrous things.
Despite the fact that she felt semen was so awesome, for the time being she would be content to just have a few spurts of it in her cunt. There would be plenty of time later to consider having a baby. Now, she only wanted to enjoy Greg's sperm for its playful, pleasing qualities, not its life-giving potential.
"Oh, Greg, darling," she groaned. "Please, come in me. Come in me hard, honey, and fill me up with your sperm. I want it so bad, baby. I want to feel it so warm and wet, splashing into me. Give it to me. I want it so bad, Greg. Come! Come inside me!"
The young man was tremendously excited by the way his future wife was chanting her demands. He loved it when she got this way, when her desires became so basic and when they surfaced so easily. That was one thing he loved about Regina-the way she was so honest and up front about sex. She loved to fuck, and she made no pretenses about that. But she was no whore. She was also faithful. Granted, she loved to fuck, but only with Greg.
Luckily for Greg, however, he was a skillful, understanding lover. He had the abilities to please his sex-hungry wife-to-be. If not, she might have been looking for other men to satisfy her overwhelming desires. Since Greg was such a good lover, able to meet Regina on her own terms, they found themselves infinitely compatible. And they also found themselves in love.
Regina was becoming more needful of Greg's sperm with each passing second. She began digging her fingernails into his back while thrashing around wildly beneath him.
"Come!" she shouted. "Fuck me hard and come!"
Greg was almost there, but he tried to restrain himself for just a few more moments. He was enjoying the way Regina was acting-so intensely frantic and demanding-that he wanted to watch her for as long as he could. It wasn't often that she became so animal-like in her actions, so primitive yet appealing. He tried to keep from coming so he could see just how far she would go.
But the young man's body soon took over. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He felt that unmistakable itch in the base of his scrotum that told him his climax was upon him, so he gave in.
Greg shouted out his pleasure when he came, and Regina joined him. The room was soon filled with the feverish sounds of their groans of completion.
Afterwards, they held one another tightly, kissing, their tongues lingering together, before drifting off into a deep, restful slumber.
CHAPTER THREE
Saturday morning, Barbara and Regina ate a quick breakfast before hurrying down the overgrown path through the woodland back of the house. A few minutes later, the Albatross churned into view.
As the girls waved from the shore, the houseboat's engines slowed for the tricky approach to the boulder-strewn inlet. Their waves turned to cheers when at last the barrier was crossed and the anchor dropped with a splash that sent water geysering high into the air.
The boys, dungaree-clad and barefoot, swaggered down the gangplank.
"Shouldn't someone tell the Matson Line about these nautical geniuses?" Regina teased.
"Do you think they'd become commodores right away? Or would they have to settle for mere captaincies?" Barbara pretended to wonder.
Taking the razzing with good humor, the boys bent to the task of making the Albatross fast to shore.
"Did you get all your final papers without any trouble?" Barbara asked.
Whit nodded, but an angry look flickered briefly over his face. "There was nothing you'd call trouble, exactly," he said. "Just that Smith character hanging around again. He offered Mr. Dodson a whopping bribe to cancel our agreement. The old man threatened to call the police if he showed up at the dockyard again."
"Do you suppose there might be a reason why the Albatross is so popular?" Barbara asked carefully, apprehensive that she might be taunted about her wild imagination.