At last she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly where Dale's semen had collected and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the young-looking face above hers.
"My God, Dale!" she whispered. "What did you do!"
"Hard to beat that kind of show, isn't it Jo?"
"Wow!" was all she could say.
They lay together for a time. Jo was certain she had never perspired so heavily with any of the young boys. Nor had any of them ever seemed quite so heavy on her as Dale. Dale refused to release her legs, and after a brief effort to free them she resigned herself to the grotesque position indefinitely. His balls now hung loosely in the crack of her ass, the wiry hair pricking her anus and the inner curves of her asscheeks. His cock was soft, but it still filled her cunt with warm flesh.
Her boss was mumbling. She listened without comment. If she understood him correctly, he was planning a whole series of sexual exploits for the remainder of her stay at the school. It sounded to her as if she'd spend her entire time naked, ass uptilted, acting as a receptacle for Dale's inexhaustible cock. There were times when she thought she made out weird kinds of activities in his slurred speech-when she wondered how far out he might go with his sex. But she couldn't believe she'd heard him; she convinced herself that she was merely overwrought and imagining things.
When Dale finally did pull free of her and released her legs, she detected a speculative undercurrent in the hungry stare he gave her. My God! she thought. He looks as if we were just starting! She rolled clear of him and scrambled to her feet.
"God, I'm beat!" she complained. "Must be the altitude."
"Hmmmm." He looked faintly irritated. "We're not that high."
"I've had it. Oh, Dale, it was just so much!" She tried to get into her clothes without seeming to be in a frantic rush. She was certain she was disappointing her host-or worse. And in retrospect she felt she had deliberately refused to admit her earlier uneasiness.
"Do you remember what I said I was going to do the next time we were together?" Dale asked.
"Of course I remember," Jo said. "You said you were going to taste my cunt." She hoped he wouldn't want to do anything else now. She wanted to get back to the safety of her own cottage:
"I'm going to do more than taste it, Jo dear. I'm going to suck it, eat it." He looked at her. "And what will you be doing?"
She looked at him, knowing the answer he expected. "Why, I'm going to be sucking your cock, of course."
He laughed and kissed her.
Chapter 9
"I'm going to make you scream for help," Dale said as he knelt over her.
The words seared through Jo and she moaned with a shivering thrill that chased up her spine. She felt her thighs fall wide apart again and her pelvis lifted upward. Dale's fingers pressured the tunnel's gates and then slipped inside to pluck at the swollen tissues. His lips ran over the smooth abdomen and into Jo's pubes and along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, and his breath bathed Jo's skin with warm feathers of delight. Jo felt his mouth open, and his soft lips crushed down over the springy pubic curls. His tongue wrapped around the silky hairs and licked them clean of the droplets of dew that had gathered on them. Jo let her head roll back, and with her eyes closed, she moaned in absolute ecstasy as Dale's experienced mouth subjected her body to his will, and made it wiggle and writhe with thrills that she had never in her life experienced at the hands of an older man.
She felt him moving and changing positions at her thighs, and she glanced down to see Dale spreading her pussy and kneeling between her open legs. Dale gazed down into the depths of Jo's open cunt, and his eyes went soft and hot. His hard tongue slid out and licked over the shiny surfaces of the lips and went back in again. His cock stabbed downward as if trying to dive into her body, too.
"Oh, wow!" Jo cried wildly.
Dale's tongue and lips nipped and slid over her oiled cunt in a way that was beyond description.
There was no possible way for Jo to stop her oiled cunt and body from responding. Dale's warm mouth covered the clear-flowing spring and drank the fluids, and then his hands kneaded the taut ass-cheeks that were quivering with passion.
Jo's mind shot upward to delirious heights as the vibrations rocketed up her spine and shook her brain nearly senseless. The steady probing of the tongue churned her flesh into a seething cauldron of desire.
Jo went up so high she couldn't tell for certain when her orgasm began or ended or if it had done either. When Dale lifted his mouth from the pulsing well, Jo felt herself stop her movements, and she began to sail evenly through a star-studded, beautiful sky.
"Your turn now, Jo," Dale's voice said and brought her out of her pleasure trip.
Jo knelt over him and took the object in her hands. She rolled it softly in her palms and felt a slight stiffening in the thick prick. After a minute she lowered her head and put her moist lips around the rosy knob that was shining in its wetness. She swallowed it once, deeply, then raised back up and looked at him. "Am I doing it right?"
"Go to it!" Dale said excitedly.
"Amen," Jo said, dipping her head for another suck at his cock. This time she let the length of the thick, rosy penis go into her throat. She held it there a moment, then let her tongue curl around it and tickle the underside of the throbbing organ as she brought her head back up. She gripped it at its base, measuring its unbelievable dimensions. It was so big! Up went her hand, past swollen veins, along its proud length to just below its head where she lingered. She squeezed below the head and watched the wetness at the tip grow. Dale moaned loudly and reached out and grabbed at her hair.
Delicately she licked the drop from the head, then dug the tip of her tongue into his little opening. She kissed and nuzzled along its length, breathing on him hotly. She made warm, animal noises in her throat and heard him respond.
She tickled her tongue along its base, up the sides, and back down again to bury her lips in his crinkly pubic hair. She lifted his balls and held them tenderly as she licked them. She opened her mouth wide and took one carefully inside, loving the feeling of its movement in her mouth.
Suddenly she took the head of his prick in her mouth again, sucking strongly, running her tongue around it, moaning like an animal. She could taste the semen which had gathered there since her last suck. His body tightened and his fingers pulled at her hair. She moved around on the bed so Dale could reach her moist cunt When his finger found its way inside her she moaned loudly.
Soon, it was clearly beyond her control. She didn't give a damn about anything anymore. Sex was the thing. She tried to concentrate on the prick in her mouth, tried to use all the technique Jenny had taught her. She lowered her mouth on it, opening her exquisite cheeks over its breadth and her throat down its length, slipping her wet lips up and down, lingering with her tongue on the head to swirl deliciously, then plunging down again to bury it in her throat.
But she was further along than Dale was. He was too good with his finger; he knew how to bring her up. She moaned, her mouth full, as her body began the dance of orgasm. The ache was too strong to be satisfied this way, no matter how good it felt. She let it build for a moment, grinding her cunt on his sweet, wet hand until she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded.