Chapter 2

She got into her night clothes by the lantern light. She put the lantern outside the room and got into bed. Minutes later, Sam came in with some firewood. He stoked the Franklin stove carefully, got undressed and put his clothes into his wardrobe, and turned to the bed. She again saw his organ sticking out, but it was not frightening this night.

“I will blow out the lantern if you will remove your nightgown,” he said.

The nightgown had not shielded all that much the previous night. Bunched up into her armpits, it had been uncomfortable. This was her husband, and she was beginning to trust him. “Blow it out.”

Sam did. He lay there getting harder and harder as he felt and heard the slight motions. “Where should I put it?” Deborah asked. “I shall want it later tonight.”

“Will it fit under your pillow?” Sam asked. She would want it later tonight – after they had enjoyed each other. And he was determined that Deborah would enjoy him tonight. When she stopped moving, he moved over to kiss her. He was careful that he slid under the covers rather than dragging them with him. As his mouth neared hers, he felt her luscious breast move naked under his chest.

Deborah felt his hairy chest tickle her breast and rub over her sensitive nipple. His beard tickled her neck just before his mouth covered hers. When she opened her lips, his tongue met hers. Sparks shot along her tongue.

She had always enjoyed kissing Sam, and kissing like this was even more exciting. The excitement grew as he kissed down her neck and across her shoulder. His beard tickled her breast long before his lips reached there. Then he was licking and sucking her nipple.

She felt heat in the pit of her belly before his hand stroked there. When his fingers combed through the hair on her mound, she closed her legs instinctively. Then she remembered the pleasure that those fingers had brought the previous night. She spread her legs wide.

His hand cupped her intimately, but Sam broke the kiss to her breast to climb over her and kneel between her legs. She felt a momentary regret that he was stopping all the stroking with his hand and mouth. The last bit had not hurt the night before, but it hadn’t been as pleasant as the early part, either.

“Can you adjust the covers?” Sam asked. Then he was kissing her left breast while his hand clasped the right one. His fingers were playing between her lips.

She tried to arrange sheet and blanket so that little air from the room could creep in. The air had not felt that chill when she went to bed, and the fire had been going for minutes. As she grew hotter, though, the air felt cooler. Her heat and Sam’s heat combined for comfort so long as no draft intruded.

And now Sam was sucking at one nipple and stroking the other while his finger played with the sensitive spot at the top of her cleft. She felt hotter and somehow nervous.

Her tension grew as Sam kept changing his actions. Her muscles began to ache, and she felt as she had just before the blessed relief had come the previous night. Then, Sam moved so that his organ was against her. Slowly, it stretched her; slowly, it entered; slowly, she was filled.

“Darling,” he said. He kissed her forehead. “Sweet, warm, smooth Deb. Sweet Deb-or-ah!”

On the stretching of her name, he moved almost all the way out. Their lips met briefly, and then he was moving in again. His strokes set up a rhythm, and she felt herself responding.

Heat rose in her belly. She felt the muscles tense and sensed that she was pressing up against him when he was coming down into her. She wrapped her arms around him.

The tension rose, and she felt a near agony. Something had to break, and she was afraid it might be her.

Then, lightning struck. She felt herself thrash and heard herself moan. She was squeezing him inside herself. She felt him slash inward through that squeeze.

Then she was gasping. He was lying on her and throbbing deep inside her. He tried to move off, but she hugged him tight.

He laughed and kissed her. Then, he did move off, and she let him go.

He did not go far, though. He lay on his side on the feathers and pulled her into his arms. Her back was against his chest, and she could feel his organ twitch against her buttock.

“Oh, Darling,” he whispered into her hair, “I do love you.”

“I love you, too.” And she was amazed at how thoroughly she meant that.

She hung a warm nightgown on the bedpost. Putting it on just then would be ridiculous, but she’d need it later that night. He stripped and joined her in bed. His kisses began at her mouth again, but they continued lower. When he was sucking her far nipple, his hand caressed her mound. He only visited her near nipple briefly before resuming his journey.

He’d paid only the lightest attention to her thighs when she pulled his head up against her center. He thought it was too soon, but her taste was lovely. He snaked his left hand upward to stroke one breast while his mouth and right hand concentrated on her center. He enjoyed the taste of one lip and then the other, licking the nubbin only rarely. Meanwhile, her nipple was hard under his fingers and her belly firmed and quivered under his forehead.

When she firmly pulled his head into her, he licked the nubbin and sucked that whole area. She pulled harder, and her whole mound rose against his face. “David,” she said as her body undulated on the mattress.

When she let go, he backed away. Up in the bed beside her, he held her gently and kissed her shoulder as she relaxed. When she turned her face towards his, he took it as a signal that she had recovered. During the kiss, he stroked her breast -- avoiding the nipple just yet -- with his left hand and gripped her bottom with his right.

He mostly repeated the same loving as the last time. Jen didn’t object to his staying on her thighs this time, though. She was writhing before he licked her lower lips, and he completely avoided her nubbin. It would still be too sensitive. “David!” she said finally.

He kissed a path up her body, paying lots of attention to the breast on his right. When he got to her neck, she grasped his firmness to guide it into her. So smooth! So warm! So tightly clasping him! “Life,” she said and put her hands on his bottom.

“Love you,” he responded as he began his rhythmic motions within her. He was able to keep these slow and sensuous until she suddenly clasped around him. Then he drove rapidly in and out of her spasming depths. Before she was quite done, he was pulsing within her.

“Stay,” she said, holding him in her arms. He stayed atop her for a while, if in her only briefly. When she dropped her arms, he moved off and to the side. She cuddled against him in the spoon, and he tucked the covers around them both. “Warm,” she said. He was less and less inclined to buy an electric blanket.

“You too, and soft.”

“After all, you have a program for our having fun together. It would be stupid of me to interfere.” He bent over to kiss her back. He turned his hand so that the backs of his nails were trailing over her ass.

He kissed her backbone while his hand went further. Now he was tickling the backs of her thighs and between them. She shivered. It seemed as if his mouth was kissing every inch of her backbone. When his hand finally reached her lower lips, she spread her legs a little more to give him room. His finger parted her lips and stroked her cleft. It felt grand, but she wished he would get to her clit. The position wasn’t the most comfortable one. Her back was strained, and her breasts were pressed into the sheet. She was certain that this wasn’t what Dr. Gable meant by physical discomfort, but she still wanted some more pleasant sensations to compensate for the strain.

“You know,” Bill said suddenly from somewhere far down her back, “you are full of beauty. I only mention some of your beauty, but I appreciate much more than I mention.” He kissed each ass cheek. “Your buns, for example. I certainly appreciate the view from in front, but you’re lovely from in back, too.” Actually, he almost never mentioned her breasts. He caressed them; he ogled them -- had ogled them since the day they met; he hardly ever mentioned them. He’d stilled is hand to make the comment. When he finally moved again, he reached her clit at last.

He began kissing up her back from the bottom, but he continued to stroke her clit too. It was delightfully arousing. He was kissing her somewhere between her shoulder blades when she flew.

“That’s one,” said Bill. He rubbed her outer lips against one another and continued kissing up to her neck. The kisses along the line where her neck joined her shoulder felt more like being licked. The sensations of love from up there and the sensations of raw lust from below formed a delicious combination. She was getting close again.

Soon after Bill started stroking her clit again, she flew. She was coming down from the sensations and enjoying more gentle caresses on her lips when he broke his kisses to speak.

“That was two.”

“Stop counting and get in me.” Rather than cooperate, he returned his finger to her clit.

“You can go for more,” he said.

“Yeah. But I need you in me.” She did, too. She felt love, and she wanted to express that love. Lying face down had its problems. Still stroking her clit, he began moving between her legs. “Shall I spread them?”

“Wait a second.” Then when he’d shifted again, “Please.” She spread her legs a bit more. There was some action she could only judge by the shifting of the mattress surface. She raised her ass as she felt him get into position. “Oh, Carolyn.” She was glad he liked it, because the sensation of being entered, spread, filled, was glorious. Deep within her, lying with most of his weight on her ass, he spoke again. “Can you raise your front up?”

“Not for long.” She straightened her arms to raise her shoulders. She felt him slide his hands under her breasts.

“Good,” he said. When she lowered her weight back on her elbows, his hands cupped her breasts. “Lovely.” And the sensations were lovely for her, too. As his fingers moved lightly and irregularly over her breasts, his penis moved strongly and rhythmically deep inside her tunnel. She was close, nearly there and enjoying the nearness.

“Can’t,” he said. Whatever he couldn’t do, he could pulse within her. That launched her, and she flew. She could feel the pulses more strongly as she gripped him. He collapsed against her back, and she was driven into the mattress.

Slowly, he extricated himself. When he was far enough away, she rolled towards him. Both her breasts and her arms enjoyed the relief.

“Oh, darling,” he said, “I love you.”

When the warmth needed more than play, she opened herself. His firm, fat cock pierced her. They took longer getting settled than they would in bed, but then he began.

For a long while, the smooth entry and exit of his cock was what she needed, the warmth built, and her groin began to push itself onto it. Then, she needed to finish, and she needed more to finish.

“More,” she said. And he gave her more -- more force driving that spike into her, more speed in his motions.

The heat in her responded to his power. She stroked his muscles driving his body over hers and into hers. She could feel her body rise into his.

Then lightning strikes. She can feel him driving through the clasp on his dick. She can feel the fire flaring in her center. Then, she could feel his pulsing in the pulsing of the fire.

He dropped on her before the fire dies down. Then she felt him pull out and roll off at the same time.

“Turn around,” he replied. He took the washcloth and scrubbed her back. She pushed against the wall so that he had a firm surface. This pushed her butt out towards him in an enticing way.

When she turned around so that the shower water hit her back, the view was even better. But she turned off the shower before he could start in on cleaning her breasts. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” he said.

“I can tell,” she replied, pointing at his cock.

“Yup. I’m always available to scrub your back. Or to towel you off.” She allowed him to do that, maybe because he’d grabbed the best of their meager supply of towels. She pushed against a wall -- sticking her butt out again -- while he did her back. Her breasts were delightful to dry. When he’d dried her legs, he kissed her mons. Sweet thicket, mountain of love.

She was waiting for him in bed when he came out. Their kiss was long and deep before he moved to her breasts. When he kissed over to the breast farthest from him, he stroked down to her vulva. “Yes, darling,” she whispered. Sweet girl, welcoming him. The vulva welcomed him, too, with its moisture.

His body wanted her right then, but his mind wanted her in a different way. He wanted her acceptance, wanted her desire, wanted her eagerness. And then she gave them all. “Now, darling.”

“Moment,” he said. When he’d applied the condom, he got into position. This was always an especially delightful moment within the delight of making love to Sylvia. Poised at the threshold of her vulva, sensing just the lips touching the head of his cock, sensing her welcome as much as her warmth. His “Oh, Sylvia!” tried to express some of that, but failed. He felt her surround him, engulf him, welcome him with her warmth. Fully ensconced, he kissed her lips before beginning the ancient rhythm.

He was in heaven. The emotions of desire and affection almost matched the purely physical sensations. He tried to delay coming; she should come first. And then she did.

All her softness hardened under him. Her vulva tightened around him, and then contracted rhythmically. He thrust deep into her and pulsed and pulsed. As his seed poured into her, his tension poured out of him. He grabbed the condom as he fell away from her. With his last strength, he hugged her with his right arm.

It was still early. He was sated. He lay with Sylvia in his arms. Life couldn’t get any better than this. “Sylvia,” he said.

“George,” she replied. But he hadn’t meant that this was who it was. He’d meant that having Sylvia there was the cherry on the sundae. It was bliss, but it wasn’t eternal. She got up, and he did too. They shared breakfast. “Want to go back to bed, after?” He could hope.

“Want to?” she replied. “Yes. Going to? No. And you have work to do, as well.”

“I love you, puritan as you are.”

“Tired?” he asked. Brittany was right.

“Not that tired.” Actually, she was tired but not sleepy. Instead, she was keyed up. He hugged her and kissed the back of her head. His hand stroked both her tits before concentrating on the right nipple. She grabbed that hand to bring it to her lips. When she stopped kissing his fingers, he brought it down to play with the hair on her mound. Soon, he parted her lips to stroke along her cleft. The whole night had been foreplay, and she felt herself responding rapidly. She didn’t want to experience the climax alone. As he stroked her clit regularly, she reached back. He clamped his arm over hers.

“I’m on hair trigger,” he said.

“You!” she demanded. She tried to roll onto her back, but he had her nearly surrounded.

“Like this,” he said. He moved down in the bed to kiss her neck. His lips found the place that always made her hot. “Put me in.” He released her arm.

She reached back and grasped his cock. It felt burning hot. She moved it to her entrance. As he moved back up in the bed, he entered her, pierced her, filled her. When she was full of him and stretched around him, he stopped moving. His finger, though, kept stroking her clit.

“Darling,” he said, “Love.” He kissed the top of her head while his finger continued its dance and the heat spread from the rod of fire occupying her pussy.

“Oh, Andy!” She couldn’t take this. She had to move, but he was holding her too tightly. “Oh!” The lightning struck. As she clenched around the burning brand piercing her, he began moving it in and out. As the lightning struck a second time, he pulled her down the bed and pulsed deep within.

“Love!” he said. Then she felt him relax behind her. His arm went from an iron bar pressing her back against him to a loose weight. She was so weak herself that it took all her energy to breathe. She drifted off. Later, she woke to the sensation of his cock -- soft now -- slipping out of her. It left a trail of something down her left butt cheek. The only other thing she felt was his warmth behind her.

“God, you feel ready. Oh darling, say that you are.”

“Yes, my love,” I understated, “totally ready.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I’d inserted the diaphragm in the ladies’ room.

“You planned everything didn’t you?” he teased. But that wasn’t his only teasing. He alternated licks and sucks on my other breast while his finger stroked the liquid that had pleased him so much up my cleft to just under my clitoris. I rolled my hips at the top of his next stroke to bring about that contact. I moaned when he touched me there.

I pulled at his shoulder until he moved above me and between my legs. He spread my labia with his fingers and placed himself at the entrance. Even then, his teasing wasn’t over, he rubbed up and down my folds three times before returning to the entrance and sliding gently inside me. I was filled.

I had wanted to just hold him there and everywhere for a while. Emotionally, I needed the comfort of a long hug. My body, however, had developed its own needs. My hips were rolling of their own volition, moving Bob in and out. “Oh, my love,” he said while matching his strokes to my rhythm. He kissed my hair above the temple. I hugged him to me, pulling his chest to rub harder against my breasts. I pressed my mouth into his shoulder in a kiss that was almost a bite. My body was already stiffening beyond my control.

A shadow of my old fear returned, sparked by recent dwelling on those memories. “Hold me,” I sobbed.

Bob tightened his grip on my shoulders. “I am,” he said. “I will. Always.” He licked my ear and I went over. While I convulsed, Bob pressed deep into me and on top of me; he pulled at my shoulders and pressed his face into my hair. “Oh, my love,” he whispered an inch from my ear. “Oh darling. Oh Jeanette. Love you. Love you dearly.” I believed him. All that frightening tension and emotion sweeping through me was converted into love for him and acceptance of his love for me.

When the tension swept on, the love remained. “Stay here,” I asked when I could speak.

“I’ll try.”

“I love you Mrs. Trainor.”

“And I love you Mr. Trainor.” When he set her down, he started trying to get her out of that dress. She pushed him away but started undressing immediately. Well, his own clothes were complicated enough. Marilyn was very careful hanging her dress up. When she was done with the closet, he hung the rented stuff there. He put his underwear on the dresser, and he watched while she finished undressing. Then he lifted her for a kiss.