"I know. Come," he said. "Baby, you're just going to have to come."
He dived his head onto that cream flesh and sucked one of her nipples while he kneaded the other with full, fiery pleasure. He felt deep body thrills of his own, but he was protected from any accidents of fast ejaculation by the sleeve around his stiff cock. Marsha moaned and surged up.
"I… I… I…"
"Do it," he commanded. He slid a hand down to feel inside of her cunt and work her clit.
That did it for the white hot redhead. She arched her body, her eyes went big and she gave a wounding gasp of extreme pleasure.
"This… is… it!"
There was almost no freeze at all. She swept into full orgasm, her swollen, aching and greasy cunt squeezing ferociously on his fingers, digging her belly tight to him for her rutting pleasure. She gasped and arched up and paid off lusciously to his sliding fingers in her cunt. It was too bad to waste the orgasm like this, but there was nothing Cord could do about it. The girl was so high that any caresses he gave her would flip her over to hot surrender, so she might as well go with pressure on her swollen little clit.
"Ah, God, soooo gooood," she moaned, throbbing powerfully on his digging fingers. "Oh, Cord, you made me into a rutting bitch!"
"On you it looks good," he laughed. He took her carefully through her orgasm so she got all the sweetness from it that there was to get. This was her third orgasm, so she was in a melting, hot, and moist orgasmic state.
She thrust and grunted until her young womanhood tapered and she fell back exhausted once more, closing her eyes and resting in his arms. She was beautiful. What a lucky thing to discover this new power of his suit in such a happy fashion. It made up for the two weeks of bad times he'd had.
He drank in her beauty as she lay there, moist, blushing slightly from her sexual exertions, temporarily fucked out, with her young gland power glistening between her legs. Those big nipples on her breasts were soft now and her whole body gleamed like silk. Her swollen cunt seemed to beckon to him.
Cord slipped out of the SS. It was fine to get things started but he wanted to experience this one, free cock to free cunt. He mounted her, as she lay passive on the bed, legs carelessly spread. He canted up her belly and pressed his hard cock down for her cunt opening. It felt really wild and crazy to be fucking this luscious dish who'd been a complete stranger an hour ago. He worked his cock into position and drove it into her belly. She gasped again and surged as his big cock took her channel and he fucked several inches into her.
It did feel great! There was no need of the suit now.
"Marsha!" he cried. Then he sank his prick down on her and oozed deliciously to his full length into her body. How tight and wet her young cunt was! He slid his hands over velvet buttocks, froze her rigid and began to plunge happily in and out of her belly, reveling in the hot friction of the free fuck.
"I, I, I," she said. Her eyes came open. She looked up at him and smiled, her face wearing that lusting look of a female who is drunk with love. "I… getting the real thing… at last," she sighed.
"The… real thing, sweetheart," he said. He watched in fascination as her big, soft nipples began to harden again as her body received hot sex messages. This was one gone female.
She caught her bottom sensual lip in white teeth, gasped and began to move on his blade, giving him back the same hot friction he laid into her.
"I want you," she cried. "Been waiting for a tall sexy stranger…"
He had it in proportion now. She had been really overdue for a man that looked like him, acted like him and, for good measure, had a way to get her started. It took nothing away from the suit. Men and women often liked each other on sight and fantasized sex. The SS would be a new factor, sending out hot signals to make something happen. But only for people who really dug each other, and that was proper, too.
Cord relaxed now, not wanting to hurry. He eased down on top of Marsha's ripe body. His mouth sought hers. As he drove his tongue into her mouth, relished her sweet breath, and sampled her honey saliva, he felt he was really close to her, sensing her urgent need for his loving, plunging, prick.
Cord took plenty of time. In his profession, moments like these were few and far between. He seized a handful of her glorious red hair, pretty well dry now, and held her head still while he explored her wet mouth, all the while fucking slowly into her with long strokes. He felt her desire rise – it was aimost like manipulating a young, favorite pet. She was in a sex daze with him, where everything was possible.
He sucked French kisses off of her mouth until those soft lips were red with usage and she murmured in a slight protest. Yet all the time, she responded hotly to that lovemaking, shoving her own small, pink tongue into his mouth to be teased and bitten a little.
"I could kiss you all night," he told her, hugging the nude body to him. He 'spanked' her velvet belly with his strong stomach muscles, while she smiled up at him.
"I could take your kisses forever."
Deliberately he now moved down to her breasts. Those big nipples set him on fire – they were his kind of lovelies, full and pure, a delicate pink. He let the sweet good feeling of his desire lift him as he sucked and nibbled on her meat.
"Oh, Cord, that's hot!"
"Okay if I… ahh… eat 'em off?"
"Save a little," she gasped. She held his head and took the service of her breasts with delight, breathing heavily. He had barely managed to get his pleasure out of her second beauty when she began to strain up under him, eyes wide and body moist again as she rose to her fourth orgasm.
"Ah, I'm getting ready, ready," she told him.
How great it was to drive a female to this melting orgasm state over and over. How great it was for her, too. He dug his cock in and lifted her right up to glory.
Her head went back. Her belly strained. There was a sexy slogging sound as the soft muscles of her cunt held it taut in he sexual paralysis. Then she burst in the soft, rushing way a woman had, her cunt clipping and squeezing on his cock. Her throbs were powerful and she bucked and groaned.
"oh, I… taken… sooo taken!"
"Fly, little bird," he cried happily.
She was getting a little worn down now and her throbs did not last as long as the last time. He took her through and then let all his hold-back power collapse. Immediately his cock rushed to glory. He fell into the rich valley of a happy freeze as he lost control of his muscles and the sex explosion organized.
"Goiiiiinnng," he sang, locking tight to her hot, wet belly.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His jism shot out into her body, making her with explosive charges and plenty of back pressure. Her slick womb was washed with his vigor, and the relief and pleasure he felt was incredible. It had been too long. There was a long way to go.
He gripped her tightly, making her feel every drop as he grunted, eyes glazed, body ejaculating magnificently, as he savored this most unusual fuck of this beautiful girl. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He did have a full, happy load to give her and he rinsed out every shot as if it were the last time he'd ever make a female. He always did this, holding back nothing.
"Ahhhhh, Marsha. That was a trip and a half," he finally breathed as he tapered and went still on top of her body.
"I hope we can do some more," she whispered.
"Child, we can do plenty more," he laughed, "especially as long as we have my Smart Suit to work with – and I have the beautiful excuse that it hasn't been fully tested in the field."
She smiled up at him.
The rain beat down on the motel roof with a pleasant monotony. Marsha lay on the bed, dozing, while Cord sat at the desk and made his notes on the SS. He felt excited now. Of course, even with compatible parties, the experiment would not be repeated in quite such a delicious way. He'd never run into such a good looking female, nor would he catch one just at the point where she died for hot, intense love due to the drabness of her personal life.