Charlotte's got things set up by now… It's going to be wild when that cute, little ice-cube starts squirming and squealing on the end of my cock!
Twisting away from him lithely after a few moments, during which Frank had leaned his head down to capture one of her fully erect nipples in his mouth to suck and nibble upon in growing excitement, Charlotte reached down to unbutton her jeans. Then kicking off her moccasins, she wriggled out of the pants and stood in only filmy and brief nylon panties. As she slipped them off, she said, 'Come on Frank, we've got to get you naked, too!'
Frank was seated on the edge of the bed now. Kissing her, fondling her breasts and watching her with intense anticipation had been too much for him; the sexual excitement within him had been delicious, but now, as his wildly throbbing penis ached with his need, he knew that he would be premature… that he couldn't last long enough to be of any sexual use to her. It had happened to him before; especially when he had had to wait for long periods of time before Cheryl would consent to have sex with him. Then, it would happen. He'd no sooner get his aching cock shoved into her than he'd be spewing his lust-heated cum… too soon.
'Goddamn it!' He looked at the loveliness of Jim Harding's wife, her voluptuous alabaster-white curves reminding him of classic pieces of sculpture he had seen. Her hips were wide, buttocks like full, pale moons curving down to softly tapering thighs, and at the joining angle of them, her jet-black pubic hair, curling softly, covered the tantalizing swell of her pussy mound. Above, her white belly was slightly curved, fuller by far than the almost elfin, boyish flatness of his own wife Cheryl's abdomen. Then, as his eyes devoured her, moving upward to those luscious melon-like breasts he had just been fondling and on upward to her laughing gray-green eyes, set wide apart on either side of her long straight classical nose, regal above full, sensual lips, he had the feeling that she was the ultimate woman, so much unlike the fragile, skin-and-bones ideal of woman foisted upon the American public by the advertising agencies. Damn! She's a real woman… built the way a woman was intended to be built… for fucking!
Standing there, naked and desirable, concerned that he was not undressing too, and wondering why he had ripped off that swear word, Charlotte asked, with characteristic cocked head, 'What's wrong, Frank…?'
Then she saw that he was sitting there on the edge of the bed, one of his hands down between his legs, cupping the bulge of his cock and balls up close and hard to his loins. She knew that he was distressed about something. Coming quickly to him, she sat down on the bed beside him, asking again when he didn't answer. 'Is something bothering you, darling…?'
'There sure as hell is!' he grinned ruefully, not daring to look into her face. 'It makes me so damned mad at myself. Here I am… just about to make it with you… the kind of woman I've dreamed about all my life… and I'm so Goddamned excited and worked up about it that I'm just about ready to shoot my load off in my pants!'
Her tinkling laugh irritated him, at first, but then she pushed him back onto the soft mattress of her bed and cooed, 'You poor dear, how long has it been since you've laid that little wife of yours?'
'Hell, it's been a couple of weeks, at least!' he told her truthfully. '… and, like I told you… we came up here to be alone, to work things out! So far there's been nothing! Not a Goddamned thing!'
Again, that throaty laugh and a hum of understanding rippled from her lips, and she was saying, 'She's really been holding out on you, hasn't she?' Then, Charlotte was easing herself off the bed, standing up and coming in between his legs, her tiny, white hands going out to his belt buckle, which she undid rapidly; then, as she zipped open his fly, she went on, 'So… I can't say I blame you. Any man would be in bad shape… and I'll take care of that right now!'
His fly was open now, and she hooked her hands into the waistband of his pants and hauled them down to the middle of his thighs. As he looked down the length of his body, raising his head to watch, his shorts followed, unveiling the wildly pulsing shaft of his penis, the foreskin of which was already retracted to expose the angry red cock-head moistened from the over anxious seeping at the tip. His cock stood jackstaff straight, lurching with his need, as it speared out from the hairiness of his loins.
Before he divined her intention, the lodge owner's wife was kneeling between his thighs, her hand going out to grasp the thick hard length of him, while her other hand dipped down and under to cup and fondle his pulsating balls drawn up tight and hard… and aching needfully.
'Mmmmmmnnnnn! I knew you'd be something… really something else!' she murmured admiringly, speaking almost as much to his desire-hardened cock in her hand as to him, directly. 'Yummy… like an all-day sucker!'
Her hand slid up and down its thick throbbing length a couple of times, as she caressed it gently, while her other hand now was rhythmically squeezing his sperm-bloated testicles, all of which made him think that she was going to masturbate him to completion. Raising up to prop himself on his elbows, he choked out, 'God, Charlotte… if you're going to jerk it off for me… go ahead and do it… but hurry, damn it! Hurry!'
'No, darling,' she whispered. 'You deserve better than that!'
Slowly, she lowered her head to kiss the huge bulbous tip. The electric touch of her soft sensuous lips caused him to flex his hips and shove his aching cock-head upward into her mouth, as a heart-felt moan escaped his lips.
'Godddddddd!' His breath exploded from him with the word, as overwhelming sensations of excitement shimmered and concentrated in the swollen head of his penis.
Her mouth came slowly down over it, ovalled lips enclosing the glans with soft warm moistness. Inside her mouth, his cock jerked and expanded involuntarily, while already he could feel the searing turbulence of his burgeoning load of semen straining hotly for release. Propped up on his elbows watching her, the very thought of what she was doing to him, the utter lewd salaciousness of it, almost as much as the erotic sensations keening through him, gave the young husband a heightened feeling of lust. She was holding the massive thickness of his cock with one tiny hand, while with the other now, she was using her fingernails to gently scratch his throbbing testicles and every now and then, her middle finger slid back a little farther into the crevice between his buttocks to tease the warm puckered flesh of his anus.
Meanwhile, Charlotte had begun to suck his blood-engorged penis with a slow steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing in and out, while inside her mouth her tongue swirled lewdly around and around the rigid coronal rim of his cock-head, causing ever wilder sensations, but when she began to flick her tongue back and forth across the underside, strumming the tiny sperm-filled ridge like a finely tuned violin string, he thought he'd jump right out of his skin. Again, he moaned out his intense pleasure. 'AAAaaaaaaaugghhhhhh!'
Now, her head was beginning to bob obscenely up and down over him, like a substitute cunt, except that her ever busy tongue was slipping up and down the sensitive underside of his wildly pulsating hardness, and at the top of her up-stroke she was attempting to thrust the tip of her tongue into the tiny wet slit in his cock-head.
Tensing his loins, Frank Paynter thrust up into the sensual brunette's lips in rhythmic counterpoint, feeling his cock plunge deeply into the back of her throat, more and more of his lust-thickened length going into the moist oral cavern of her mouth with each up and down movement. Fascinated, he watched as her nose burrowed down into the curling black hair of his loins, and he, knew that all of his hungering length was being absorbed into her mouth and down her throat. Each time her tightly ovalled lips nibbled up the shaft of his cock, there were tiny, pink flanges from the tender flesh inside her lips that were dragged out only to be stuffed back inside again on the following downward bob of her head. It was all so heady… so sexy… and he was enjoying every lewd second of it. God! Her mouth's so smooth and sweet… just like honey! And, she sure knows how to use it! He'd never felt so turned on… never experienced such exquisite sensations in his life!
Frank was in a trance of sexual rapture, lost in a cloud of pleasurable sex sensations, and he was moaning almost constantly now, as Jim Harding's lovely, black-haired wife sucked his vibrating cock with increasing speed and tight-lipped pressure, her tongue now swishing teasingly around the lust-inflated head on every up-stroke.
Her face working over him, he noticed, seemed to be changed. Her eyes were closed and there was a certain sereneness there in the smooth whiteness of her face, untroubled, unlined, as though she were really enjoying what she was doing, as her head moved salaciously, urging him ever closer to that explosive moment of his orgasm. Little gasps of air moved in and out of her flared nostrils in tempo with her bobbing head, the glistening shaft of his cock now plunging in and out of her mouth with desperate demand as he thrust his hips insanely up at her.
God! He was going to cum… soon and quick! Dropping back onto the bed, he reached out to her head with both hands. He entwined his fingers in the shiny black strands of her hair and guided her mouth up and down his constricted rod of male-flesh, lunging his hips up at her ever more forcefully, fucking his desire knotted penis deep into her working mouth and throat. Placidly, she accepted his lewd guidance, sucking still harder, her full red lips tightening and relaxing with rhythmic regularity, increasing the almost unbearably intense sensations gathering and concentrating there in the lust-bloated head of his penis. Inside her mouth her tongue rotated swiftly, whirling
