She should have known that it would happen. Gene Barber's breath rasped gaspingly in his throat, as with insane force he rammed the full length of his demanding cock in and out of her mouth, rocking her head, even as he still held if in place with both hands. Suddenly, without warning he cried out his satisfaction, "AAAaaaagh!" And, his penis jerked violently, hosing the hot white liquid of his sperm deep into her throat.
It surprised her, forcing her to swallow hard, time after time, as his thickly spewing semen flooded into her throat. Oh, God! I didn't think about that! It was done. Gene held himself rigidly in place, his cock pumping lurchingly in her mouth, and gradually his grip on her head relaxed. "God! That's it! That's good! Oh, that feels good!"
Cheryl surprised herself then. She wanted to keep on sucking, wanted to lap up the very last drop of his semen, which she did, until finally the once rock-hard shaft of his penis began to soften in her mouth.
After long moments, Gene relaxed completely, and with another moan, he pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, glistening with her saliva.
"You fooled the hell out of me!" he said, looking down at Frank Paynter's wife fondly as he crawled from on top of her, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. The lawyer was reaching for his shorts. Slipping them on, he continued, "Because you made all that fuss, then you sucked me off just like you'd been doing it all the time!"
"It was the first time ever," Cheryl said. "The very first time." She watched him dressing, feeling an aching void and wished that he wouldn't get dressed and leave, her so soon.
"Well it won't be the last, I'll bet! I'll be coming back to you, doll… for some regular fucking tonight!" He wasn't being very perceptive. Had he watched her closely, he would have seen the signs of her arousal, but something perverse in him was leading him to leave her, now that he had gotten his satisfaction.
Inside her brain, an inner voice screamed: Why not now? God! If he'd only stay… a little while longer… and love me a little. But, she wouldn't ask him. No! She couldn't say to him: "I need it too! I want you to fuck me! I'm all aroused, now… and if you want me, I'm yours to do with… whatever you want!" No! She'd never be able to say things like that… so she lay there, wanting him, needing him, and in a few moments he was dressed and looking down at her.
"It was great, baby… and like I was saying, we'll get something going tonight… with Nancy, maybe, if you want."
"Yes… maybe…" She felt completely let down.
He's really going to leave! She didn't need promises. It was him she wanted… and right then, but he was blind to her need. He left her there alone on the bed, naked, aroused… and unfulfilled.
Dry-eyed, Cheryl stared at the closed door in bafflement; then, as if they had a mind of their own, her hands came up to cup her still tingling breasts, caressingly, her fingers rolling her half-hardened nipples to erect attention, again.
It was another thing she had never done, but in a few moments, her hands stole down urgently to her pussy-slit, a finger sliding downward in the fleshy groove to rub at the erect and sensitive bud of her clitoris. God! I can't help it! I've got to do it!
… and, in the next few minutes, using her fingers, she came to a satisfactory climax, in spite of all of those early ingrained taboos.
Afterward, as she thought about it, turning it over in her mind, she wondered if this were not a beginning… rather than the ending she had feared… but, there are some things I don't understand… and I've got so many things to learn!
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancy Barber was more relaxed now; she wasn't as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Jim Harding's inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump, on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
It was a real relief to her, when he opened his eyes, their pale blueness as yet unfocused as he looked about the room uncomprehendingly for a moment; then, he was stretching under the bed coverings, instinctively trying to find out how badly he may have been hurt in the crash. He remembered having been thrown forward hard against his seat belt. The plane was somersaulting and his head was banging into something… then there was nothing but unconscious blackness until this moment.
He saw green eyes below lustrous auburn hair looking down at him. "Nancy…?"
"Yes, Jim?"
"Did I total out the plane?"
"Yes."
"How about me?" he asked.
"You've had a bad bump on the head."
"No broken bones?"
"Not as far as I could tell, Jim…"
He realized then that he was naked under the bedclothes, as he slid a hand down along his bare flank.
"And, how in hell did I get here?" he asked, following it with another question. "Where are my clothes?"
"You were carried… Jonothan, Gene and Frank… and your clothes are right here! You won't need them for a while, though; you've got to stay in bed and rest!"
"Who said so?" Jim struggled to sit up; as he did so, he felt the sledgehammer blow of pain in his head.
"I did, Jim! I'm a Registered Nurse… and I'm taking care of you!" Nancy told him, pressing back on his shoulders to settle him down against the pillow.
"Hey! That's great!" he grimaced, reaching up to pull her down on top of him, his arms tight around her.
"You know, darling, you're lucky to be alive…" She snuggled into his arms… "and, you really should rest… since you did get the knock on the head…"
"Well… if I'm alive… nothing broken or cut up, then I might as well live a little… right?" A hand slid down her back to caress the soft, pliant moon of a buttock. "… And, I know the exact prescription that'll make me get well fast!" He pulled her head down and his lips captured hers, for a moment.
Nancy writhed free of his embrace, broke the kiss and sat up primly. "Really, Jim… is that all you can think about?"
"It's a damned good subject to think about any time!" he countered.
"Well, this isn't the best time… and good medicine says that you shouldn't be doing anything active for at least twelve hours!" she explained.
"Hogwash!" he ridiculed. "I feel okay except for one hell of a headache!" Then, with a sly smile, he added, "I could be passive… if you wanted me to be… and if you wanted to…"
"… To what…?" She knew, of course, but wanted to avoid it, if she could, not because she didn't want to but because she knew what was best for him.
"Suck me off!" He said it bluntly.
Gene Barber's wife looked down at him, fondness and concern both showing in her eyes and spreading over her finely formed face. "Jim… you know I'd love to! You don't know how much I've thought about you… while you were gone… and how much I was looking forward to the next time with you. You really turn me on… but it's really wiser, if you rest, now! Later on… MMmmmnnnn… it'll be different! Wild horses couldn't keep me away from you!"
"Okay, Nurse… you win! I'll rest for a while… then nothing will keep me away from you, either!" He settled down, relaxing into the softness of the mattress. As an after thought he asked, "Charlotte? Is she okay…?"