Hunkering down over her, Hank prepared to give her one outstanding fuck! He carefully withdrew his prick until the tip of its head popped out of Julia's cunt Taking careful aim, he hunched his hips ready to drive the rod deep into her.
Julia shivered in anticipation. She stroked Hank's chest with her fingernails and circled his nipples before trailing them across his shoulders.
Julia was slow to arouse, and not every man could accomplish her arousal. But Hank was one of those one-in-a-million types who got her turned on to top sizzling steam. Hank knew this. He knew it as well as he knew his own name. If anyone could bring this tease to a climax, it would be him.
He knew he was special He was sexy and responsive. He knew Julia would lose her mind. She'd lose her mind because he was good. He knew all the right things to do and when to do them.
He could see Julia thrashing, screaming, clawing him. He could see her weep and bang her pussy up onto his shaft. And she would feel her climax grow within her, gathering momentum until it crashed upon her, exploding in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Hank eyed the lovely body stretched out under him. It was beautiful. He loved every bit of it, especially her muff with its pointy little elite He would rather ride her high a little later, banging that miniature prick of hers with his body as he rammed her with his shaft.
Hank took aim, and without further ado, pointed the tip of his steel shaft at the wet doors of Julia's maidenhood and lunged forward. It was a perfect penetration. Hank hit her dead center, ramming his shaft in to the hilt, the tip of its head coming to rest, finally, at the back wall of Julia's interior.
Julia gasped, inhaling deeply, and grabbed sand when she felt his big cock drive deep into her. She moaned and flexed her muscles, causing her vaginal lips to constrict around the base of Hank's shaft. They really got it on together!
Hank began pumping her, easy and slow. Julia started circling his cock with a smooth gyration of her hips. Every now and then she would flex her muscles. Hank loved it. At those times her cunt felt like a little mouth biting down tight on his meat.
Hank enjoyed the things Julia did to him and for him. He bent lower over her, put his hands behind her again, and pulled her ass towards him. His balls now banged away at the little bridge of skin between her two love holes.
"Christ! you fuck well, you sexy bastard!" Julia breathed at him hotly. "What a sizzling rod you have! What a fucking good sizzling rod! "Shove it in me. Make me feel it. Make me love it. Fuck me! Faster! Faster! Faster! Set my cunt afire. Beat me with your meat! Faster!"
Julia rammed her hips up at Hank and pumped her butt. Hank pumped back, both of them losing themselves in the sheer wild sensation.
Julia really acted as though she liked fucking Hank. Only, it wasn't acting. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She wanted her cunt stretched out wide enough to catch his balls in it if she could! Hank knew that that was what she wanted, and he tried his damndest to ram them into her, thrusting his prick deeper, even deeper into her hole.
The sensations were so great, they both were beginning to see stars behind their eyes as if they were moving into uncharted galaxies.
Wanting more, ever more, Julia stroked her fingers down Hank's back, lower and lower, until they found their way to his puckered hole. Without hesitation, she jammed her finger in, and held it steady. Hank went wild; he was fucking and being fucked at the same time.
He reared back fully onto Julia's finger with his ass and then drove forward into her cunt with his heavy meat, hitting her with a force hard and deep enough to give her a.homemade hysterectomy.
"Take my meat! Take it, you bitch. Choke on it! I'm fucking you right up to your fucking throat!" Hank screamed. He was clear out of his gord.
Wild with passion, eyes ablaze, this water nymph had pulled out all of his stops. Fucking Hank Fisher was on the road again. He was the cunt cowboy of all times, riding tall and hard in the saddle!
He pumped his rod as hard as he could into Julia's pussy, making every thrust count. He wanted to tuck her as she had never been rocked before. He reamed her and felt his balls slapping against her ass. Julia was sobbing now with passionate whimpers and pumping her ass with equal fury.
Hank's belly growled and he could feel that familiar burning, hot sensation in his balls. He could feel the temperature of his dick begin to rise as he continued pumping Julia. He knew it wouldn't be long before his balls and meat took on a life of their own. Going wild in just that split second before they shot their hot, thick, creamy load, his balls grew hard and tense.
The gism was on its way, and Julia knew it was happening. She stepped up her tempo, pumping into his meat with very fast, short, hard strokes.
Hank was going berserk. Hotly, wildly, he screamed in Julia's ears.
"You hot cunt! You hot bitch, water nymph cunt! You fucking piece of flaming cunt ass! I'll rip your cunt out with my rod! I'll fuck it in two! I'll plow it up like a cornfield!
"You hot meat! Sweet meat! You god. damned honey-dripping cunt! I'll tuck you! I'll fuck you till your goddamned ears fly off! Oh, sweet cunt! Oh, tight dripping pussy, grab my meat; suck my shaft; fuck me!"
Julia's head was rolling back and forth in the sand. She was weeping and grinding her teeth. Hank's words sent her into a new frenzy, and she screamed back at him, over and over again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, you sonofabitch of a traveling fucking man! Fuck me now!"
She dug her nails into his back, shivering, sweating, reaching for his shoulder with her teeth, wanting to have something to sink them into to keep from screaming her head off as she felt her own orgasm growing.
Hank's load started boiling up. He felt it on its way, and he blasted the sky with his yell. "I'm coming! God fucking damn! I'm coming, Julia. I'm coming. I… I… ah… ah… I'm fucking wellll Coommmmmnnniing." And their voices mingled in wild, animal, howling screams as they came together.
Hank and Julia pitched and tossed in the throes of their ecstasy, mindless of anything or anyone around them. Nothing could have stopped their orgasms or their enjoyment of them. Not even an earthquake could have phased them. For however big it might have been, it never could have matched the enormity of their climaxes.
Hank felt it when Julia's cunt started contracting with her own coming, and he savored the surge of her sweet pussy juice as it churned around his meat. She felt a hot torrent zip through her, and knew it was Hank's white-hot spunk, flaming, spicy cream, cascading into her cunt. He unleaded at least a pint or so in her that day, maybe more.
As Hank twisted and strained, Julia felt as though she had been swept up into the vortex of a giant tornado that whirled her around from the inside out. And she was a mass of electrical spurts and fire that sparked in short bursts in every part of her body at one time or another.
She was the center of a wild combination tornado and electrical storm, and just before the fireworks went off in her head, she felt Hank drive his cock into her, jerking in short wild spasms as his stream of molten gism shot into her.
Far one mad, mind-boggling, sensate, body-ripping moment, they dung together virtually in mid-air. Julia was flattened against Hank's chest, as he clung, unknowingly, to her ass. Her breasts were flattened into round saucers against his hairy chest. His hip bones ground unmercifully into hers. For one mind-splitting, last-in-the-universe moment, they were one, one intermingled feeling of release and fulfillment.
Hank flexed his cock, letting the last drop fall off the end into Julia's already overburdened cunt. In a moment of post sex tenderness, he put his arms around this magnificent woman and, pressing her sweat-slickened naked body close to his, rolled the two of them over into their sides. Chapter 8
Of course, what Hank really did, was wrap his arms around the air mattress as he drifted and dreamed on it. When he went to roll himself and his imaginary Julia over onto their sides, he rolled himself right into the ocean.
It was rude awakening. But it had been such a tremendous luck that somehow Hank didn't really mind. Besides, it was all over. It wasn't as though it had caught him midstroke.
He was in luck on another score, too. While he had been at play with his dream nymph, the soft waves had lapped him in close to shore. So when he overturned the air mattress and dumped himself into the ocean, he found himself in a scant two feet of water.
He looked up at the sky. Judging from the sun, it must be about mid-afternoon. The beach was still crowded, but it had quieted down some. It was obvious that everyone, even the little kids, were feeling lazy under the enervating effects of the hot summer sun. Hank scrambled to his feet. No one had seemed to notice anything amiss, so he just dragged the air mattress to shore, tucked it under his arm, and looked about to see if he could spot the striped towel that marked his section of sand.
Orienting himself, Hank realized what he bad drifted downward from his "territory," so he set his course in the wet, heavy sand and trudged back up beach.
At that point he was too exhausted to even visually pussy hunt. The water orgy with his dream girl, Julia, had been as exhausting and draining as if he had had a real one. He could feel his prick hanging small and loose in his swim trunks. His collapsed balls ached. He looked down and wondered if he had had a wet dream. He wondered if he had really fired his gun, got off a load. From the way he felt-that empty gut feeling-Hank was pretty sure he had.
Well, he told himself, it couldn't have happened to a better gal or a more deserving guy. After all, a guy could probably go through a tuck like that only once per lifetime. And I'll bet there are hundreds of poor suckers who never have one like that… real or imagined!
With that thought to warm him and sooth his mending ego, Hank found his way back to his towel, still intact together with his other belongings.
It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was hot, but not too hot. The sky was an incredible robin's-egg blue with cotton-puff clouds hanging here and there like erratic punctuation. The sand was scalding hot, but Hank's "private turf" was shaded by an enormous umbrella stuck kiddy-wonkus in the sand. His towel was cool. The massive umbrella had saved it from the ravages of the early afternoon sun.
As Hank looked around he noted that many of the sun worshipers, who filled the beach, were sound asleep. In fact, the beach was relatively quiet. Only here and there a scream of shrill laughter, a blast from a portable radio, or the stray cry of a child could be heard.
Hank fumbled for his cigarettes, shook one out of the crumpled pack, sought a match, found it, and lit up. He dragged in deeply on the filter tip, savoring the feel of the buzz saw smoke as it cut through his lungs. He coughed and hacked a bit, then leaned back and enjoyed the rest of the smoke in peace.
Contemplating the water in front of him, Hank also took stock of the day's events. He also catalogued the events which had brought him to this moment in time. Alone, hung up, unhappy, etc. You name it. He had it.
"A winner turned loser," that's how Hank had characterized himself last week. And now I'm here to turn the tables, he told himself, Next week I'm going to call myself the loser turned winner.
Hank was used to being a winner. He’d been a winner all the way through school, both in the classroom and on the football field. He prided himself on being a winner.
And he was a winner with the girls. There wasn't a girl he didn't want that he couldn't get. He proved that to himself, and to his boyfriends time and time again. They used to say, "What Hank wants, Hank get!" That carried through after graduation from college, too. He got the wife he wanted. He got the job he wanted with a big firm, an industrial supply firm, one of the biggest.