"Squeeze them harder," he pleaded.
"What?"
"Harder, harder."
She squeezed them as hard as she dared and it seemed to only increase his excitation beyond a feverish and almost to an instant pitch. That's when he let the throttle out and just started pumping away madly. His thrusts were so powerful, so unmodulated, that he pulled her entire body up a full several inches with each penetration. He pushed in and out harder and faster until nothing short of another dynamo could have stopped him. Certainly Maggie wasn't about to, for she'd never seen the likes of this before from her country boys, even Buck.
Just then he pushed so hard there two bodies went straight down on the ground and it was fortunate for Maggie's tender buns that John was able to break the fall with his outstretched hands. The miracle is that the didn't come apart, but were only mutually cemented all the more securely.
Faster and harder he pumped, and spread legs apart with his own. He wanted to be blown, though; he wanted to come right in her mouth, so, without undue hesitation, he slid his wet, sticky cock out and brought it up to her mouth. She basked in the sheer abandon of it all, taking it within, tasting the salt and bitter, feeling the gooey texture, the sexy wetness which made her suck harder and with more passion than she ever had.
"Suck it, suck it!"
"Mmmmm, it's good," she moaned out before taking it in once again. The fellatio was going along superbly, the man just to the right pitch, the girl going at it as quickly as the man would like, then suddenly (if an instant came be considered such) his body lurched into the inevitable pre-come freeze. Just then Maggie had the same feeling, and the couple knew they were in for a simo (simultaneous). They came out together and went flying right over the edge.
The clutched together so severely that they might as well have been one person, not two, locked in amorous embrace. Soon it was over and they lay there huffing, but the wind was gentle and air a touch warmer, so that out of exhaustion, they no longer felt desirous of returning immediately, but rather made the mistake of taking a short nap.
They awoke naked when the sun burst over the horizon, at first timorous, then quite aware that under the circumstances they had not wronged. They slowly walked back to camp, looked at Buck and Veronica who were awake and ready to greet them, wide-eyed and anything but angry.
"Well," Veronica said, "we trust you folks had a good time?" – and why not? – anything goes in fantasy.
CHAPTER SIX
Veronica was a little disappointed to shake herself of the last wild fantasy. How she was able to manipulate John, and how different was his behavior than the real way he acted – no jealousy, just pure hard and simple action. Now he was going to call just the next day and demand explanation. Could she possibly tell him how much better off he'd be if he just loosened up a bit, rode with the punches and let her call the shots? No really. He was as hard headed, old-fashioned and stubborn as they come, she knew that, could tell that when she first met him.
Veronica remembered the first meeting in the office, how he bored her with his bragging and obvious ploys to impress, but some how that wall all ironed out when he took her to bed that first time and showed her that he was a real man.
Veronica decided to go take a bath and try to unwind a bit, because after all, it would be two on Sunday before she would know it, and then she'd have to come up with something really good, if for no other reason, to ensure that they didn't get into the same old bind. She took the towel from around her torso and made sure she drew a tepid bath. Satisfied with the temperature and quality and quantity of bubbles, Vern put one toe in the water. How different from her pretend outing, she thought. There, she took less time to dive into a wild pond than to go into a lousy tepid bath tub.
Well, she thought, you can't have it all. The water felt nice, especially inside her cunt, which, by any standards, had been given quite a workout. The options were opened to her; just as she could have some more masturbatory fun, she should also come up with something to explain away her uncharacteristic behavior. She could tell him she was physically sick but then again, he'd seen her, and she was up and about. She could tell him that she'd been seeing somebody else, but he was so jealous. It wouldn't be easy.
Veronica lay back into the hot bath. She could feel her cunt recuperating, the tiny muscles inside of her thighs regaining strength, as she lay in the water, as she stroked her breasts and spread around the bubbles. John wasn't that bad a buy; he'd his faults, but when you got down to it, he was a dynamo in the sack, relative to the other duds she'd been out with; no sense blowing it with over a dildo.
As the woman got out of the tub and began to dry herself off, she thought about the office. She realized that all her characters had some basis in the office, from Buck to Maggie, from Lu to Bernice. Sure, Buck was none other than the mail boy – it was amazing she hadn't noticed before. She'd lusted after the young stud, especially when he'd bend over to pick up the envelopes off her office, his muscular buns bulging through his trousers. She knew he was the outdoor type – most unusual for her stuffy office, and even talked to him about his trips upstate, where he'd do it all, from hunting to fishing, from eating his own catch, to sleeping right under the stars. She'd thought about making it with him, but there was always the specter of John who would be looking over her shoulder, checking out that she behaved herself and not to get out line.
But still, it was hard to resist. She did her little daydreaming at that time, picturing the stud as he whipped out his cock and offered it to her one late afternoon after everyone else had gone, gritting his teeth as she did her business. It would be a thick, healthy cock, coated with fine layer of hair at the base, surrounded by bushy pubics and he'd have a wild look in his eye as she'd do it to him.
No conversation necessary, it was a terrific fantasy, Vern going right down, taking the wet tip between her lips, then moving up, bringing more of the member in her mouth until she could not fit more, sucking on it, making it harder still. He groaned out, and held on her shoulder, but she didn't abate her moves, just intensified the blow. There was a sound in the other room, but the couple was oblivious, acting like nothing mattered accept his coming sure and swift.
He would come, too. He would spew his juices all over Veronica's face but she wouldn't care – even if it meant staining her dress or otherwise marking her person for sure recognition. She'd be out of her senses, without ability to ponder and consider, weighing the consequences against her pleasure. Such was the level of her ultimate turn-on.
"Oh did it, do it!" he'd moan until, suddenly he'd be writhing in painful passion, then spurting, squirting, ejaculating his hot, manly come.
That was Buck. Lu: executive secretary of the Vice President in charge of consumer relations, a bombshell, with such polish and style that Veronica envied her no end. After all, she got to go on business trips, to lead the glamorous life of the big city secretary with everything stacked in her direction, from expense accounts to the plushest office in the place, from a sexy voice and dynamite body to the attention of all the men she could ever want.
Lu would even make it with guys in her own boss' office; now that was nerve. Veronica watched one evening as she brought in this rugged looking man in a tux, then quietly closed the door, not even concerned that Veronica, who was putting in overtime, had seen her. Vern could hear some groans from deep inside the office, and when the man slipped out fifteen minutes later with a contented look on his face, Vern didn't have to use much imagination to know what had transpired.