"My God! The fresh little thing is winking at me!" he said after watching her pussy part its lips on the upward movement and close them as her ass sank onto the bed. "Stop the machine so I can get on board. Don't waste all that energy, Denise!"
She grinned mischievously and slowed her motion just enough for him to insert his knees between her upraised thighs. But when he tried to zero in on her bouncing bush, aiming his cock with a nervous hand, he found it impossible to slip into the enticing blossom that fluttered up and down in time with the music.
When the program announcer's voice came over the air, Denise stopped, as if unable to make her ass dance without music. Jack shoved the head of his dick into her moist hole, grabbed her butt in his huge hands, and thrust into her cunt.
"Oohhh!" she moaned. "You know how to fill a girl's needs!"
When the music resumed, it was with a slow waltz. Jack thrust into her cunt on the downbeat, used a spiral movement as he withdrew, and screwed in again on the next downbeat. He waltzed into her for several minutes, enjoying the slow fuck as he felt her juices ooze more freely around his cock.
Then another waltz, timed just a fraction of a second faster, allowed a slight increase in his strokes. He got her tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading them, pinching her nipples occasionally on the downbeat. Denise was whimpering and writhing considerably as her thrills increased, and her own tempo began to make itself known.
She thrust up to meet him, but her eagerness and the inner rhythm of her quickening pulse did not match the precise drive he was using – still following the waltz beat.
The next recording was "If I Were a Rich Man", from Fiddler On The Roof. It was strictly a novelty instrumental arrangement, and Jack speeded up to follow the inspiring beat.
After the introduction, Jack's virile baritone voice teased Denise with a parody, for as long as he could think up the words fast enough. "If I were a cocksman… duh-duh-dee-dee-duh-dee-di-dee-oh…"
Many a man would have sounded comical, singing as he fucked. But there was something about the earnest expression on Jack's face and the purposeful gleam in his eyes as he screwed her beautifully in perfect rhythm, that excited Denise more than ever.
And there was great excitement in the way his huge cock filled her twat to full capacity – or so it seemed – every time he shoved it into her frothing hole.
He gave up singing, merely grunting in bestial joy with the thrill of plumbing her deep sheath at each charge. But the savage, lustful sound of his grunts, in perfect tempo with the music, managed to stir Denise as nothing ever had before. She felt a rare, primordial strength and lust fill her supercharged body, and she began to moan and sob at the sensations that threatened to explode within her at any second.
"When I come," she threatened, panting and moaning between quickly uttered phrases, "I'm gonna… swallow you up… in one big… OMIGOD!" Her body tensed and quivered, then spasmed wildly as the potent orgasm seized her.
Jack, feeling his cock being nibbled by her swallowing cunt, knew he was done for in a matter of seconds. He bored into her with a desperate lunge and let go his load, shooting spurts of his hot semen against the innermost walls of her spasming tunnel.
When he had emptied his reservoir, his hands released her tits, and he straightened up to study the fascinating sight of her dying climax as it worked its way with her.
Her belly muscles shivered and rippled and her arms and legs twitched at random intervals. She was breathing so heavily and so rapidly that her tits were not still for a second, jiggling and quaking to her inner rhythm.
She kept wetting her lips with her tongue, and rolling her head from side to side. Her eyes were tightly closed all the while. And when the very last twitch, ripple, shiver, jiggle and quake had ended, her eyes opened. She looked at him and smiled weakly.
"I don't know… what made it happen… the way it happened," she panted. "But one like that… is about all I can stand… without flipping my wig!"
Jack pulled his dick out of her overflowing hole and eased down to lie beside her. He felt spent, but the intensity of Denise's orgasm had been rewarding to watch and feel. He had the impression that, if she were willing to tackle it after a few minutes, he might just be able to revive his sleeping cock and repeat the performance.
He took a hearty swallow of his drink, wondering how best to fill the time between now and the moment both of them were ready for another fuck.
The breeze whipped the curtain, flipping it far out into the room, and Jack glanced at the window. The moon was not full, but it was bright enough to take a walk around the lake.
"Let's take a moonlight stroll, Denise," he suggested. "It might pep us up to walk for a while." He swung his feet to the floor and stood up, looking down at her.
"If it doesn't freeze us first," she replied. But she got out of bed and slipped into a short robe before following him. It was cool outside, especially when the wind blew. But the breeze was fickle, coming and going at random intervals. They walked at a good pace, going from the cottage along the beach to the north end of the lake, then across the bridge over the creek, and southward along the west shore. When they rounded the southwestern comer, they stopped in the shelter of the bushes and small trees that grew there, so Denise could squat and pee.
"Let's take a quick dip while we're here," Jack said. He strolled past Denise's squatting form, hearing the foamy sound of her piss bubbling into the sandy loam, and went up to the bank of the lake. It was about two feet from the water. The depth, he knew, was almost fifteen feet at this wide end of the "harp" of water.
He made a clean dive from the bank, came up, and saw Denise shedding her robe. She went in feet-first, then swam to where he was treading water. As the moon struck her face, he saw a strange expression; the water around her was being agitated by her moving arms.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Skinny douching," she said, giggling at the blank look on his face. "It's something I learned at summer camp when I was a few years younger. You tread water, then use your hands like a plumber's friend to suction the water and push it into your cunt."
"I most certainly do not!" Jack quipped.
"I mean, if you have a cunt, that's how you douche it while you're skinny-dipping. It's primitive, but effective."
"Come with me," Jack said, starting for the bank. "I'll show you how to apply suction to a cunt!"
They crawled onto the bank and lay on the soft grass. Jack caught his breath, then rolled over onto his belly and grabbed Denise's legs, lifting them high. He nosed into her wet, brown curls, thumbed the cuntlips apart, and began to lick hotly into her gash.
She squealed as his tongue snaked all over her box, gathering drops of lake water and teasing her sensitive flesh. He nibbled her clit and she moaned softly; her ass quivered in the soft grass and her belly rippled with muscular activity as her excitement grew.
He got her clit in his lips and sucked at it, working the tiny cloak over its stiff glans between sucks. Denise jerked and twisted in the grass, moaning and whimpering as sensations tore through her belly, bowels and cunt.
"Jack!" she cried. "Let me have your cock. Please!" He gave a grunt, reluctant to leave his advantageous position, but he hated to be a spoil-sport. He jockeyed around until he was straddling her head with his crotch. He attacked her clit from this more difficult angle, got a good grip on it, and resumed his sucking and milking.
Denise sucked his stiffened cock into her mouth. What he was doing to her cunt made her starved for a flood of hot jizz. She wasted no time, but immediately began to milk its bulk with her lips, sucking to hurry the flow she was so eager to taste.
Cool blades of grass tickled her asshole, lower edges of her swollen box, and inner thighs. Jack's lips and tongue were stirring up her very soul and sucking it out through her cunt. She retaliated by sucking and milking his cock voraciously.