Page 28 of His Virgin Vessel

"Oh, no!" This one seemed to have crept up on her as, quite from nowhere, she came again, twisting herself hard against my penetrating hardness.

"Oh, darling," she gasped. "Oh, it's different again! Oh, I like it like this. I like it when it's different. Oh, teach me, teach me, teach me. I want to learn everything. I want to make you so happy, darling. Oh ...!"

She might have been babbling, but I took her at her word. I showed her how to squat like a frog astride me as she rose and fell; I showed her how to lean back into a half-crab, dragging my aching weapon into an acute angle and giving her a completely new sensation. I coaxed her down onto my chest to hold her hips and thrust up into her from beneath. I twisted her round on the pivot of my rigid penis into reverse cowgirl which she seemed particularly to enjoy, especially when I gave her taut ass a few light smacks to get her going. Again and again she came, and each time it was apparently different. From there I eased her over onto her side into a spoon position to give it to her with firm deep strokes, my hips cupping her rear, until she went into yet another spectacular come.

Afterwards we lay still, on our sides, my arms reaching forward around her, hers reaching back around me.

"Maybe it's different every time," mused Corinne, her voice sated and happy. "What a wonderful life to look forward to if every time is different. Can we stay like this a while?"

"Sure." I wasn't sure how much longer I could go without coming myself, but resting inside her was very pleasant indeed.

"I like just feeling it in there," said Corinne, putting a hand on her belly. "So big and strong. Like you. A living breathing piece of you inside me. It feels like its deep enough to touch my heart."

I flexed my weapon inside her and she sighed.

"I thought men weren't supposed to be able to last this long."

"Depends on the man."

"It's so beautiful here." Suddenly she sat up easing me out of her body. I gasped at the sudden cool air. "I heard there was a cave behind the waterfall."

"Not exactly a cave," I shrugged. "Not much more than a shelf. The water cascades down in front of it."

I saw the glint in her eyes and knew what she was thinking before she said it.

"Do you think we could ...?” Her fingers teased along my lust-bloated length.

"I think we should." I was in desperate need of relief, but if there was anything I could do to make this girl happy, I was going to do it.

Corinne grinned delightedly and sprang nimbly to her feet.

"Come on." She grabbed my hand and hauled me up, then skipped along the bank towards the falls. Where she was getting the energy from, I could not imagine. I was exhausted, and felt almost weighed down by the weight of need in my boiling balls. But one look at her backside gleaming white in the moonlight re-energized me and I set off in eager pursuit.

Treading carefully on the slippery rocks, we made our way behind the falls into the narrow alcove. To our right was a wall of rock, to our left a wall of water, roaring at a deafening volume. We could not have heard ourselves speak, but there was nothing to say. Corinne came to me, looping her arms around my neck to kiss me. I drew her pert little body to mine and reached down to guide my throbbing organ back between her legs. I saw, rather than heard, her sigh as I slipped back into her, bowing my back while she stood on tiptoes. This would be awkward, but I had an idea.

Even above the waterfall’s roar, I heard Corinne's shrill squeal as I cupped her tight ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Automatically she locked her legs about my hips and grabbed my shoulders as I began to bounce her up and down in my lap, riding her sweet pussy along my whole length. It was hard work after the night's exertions, but the sight of Corinne's delighted face, loving every second, gave me all the strength I needed. I felt I was on borrowed time now, I should have come long ago and now was holding on just to please Corinne. I felt her internal muscles tighten on me and she came again, holding me close and jogging her eager body up and down against me, wringing every last drip of pleasure from the experience. I wanted to come too, but somehow held back.

Corinne pulled back a little to kiss me, then looked in my eyes. She saw the heat in them, she saw the need. Her face became serious, and yet still aroused, as if she knew what was coming. Gently I lifted her off my aching soldier to place her back on the wet rock floor. I now felt swollen to twice my normal size, pumped up to bursting point and so sensitive that the slightest touch would set me off. But I was determined that I wasn't done yet.

Firmly I took Corinne by the arm, more dominant than I had been before. She went with me unquestioningly, submissive and meek. I placed her hands flat against the rough surface of the rock wall and then guided her hips back so she was standing facing the wall, her perfect ass pouting back at me. A searing wave of lust passed through me, gazing at her as I fingered my beast. This was going to finish as it had started: hard.

I stooped to push back into Corinne, then yanked her up onto her tiptoes. I could feel her trembling with nervous excitement, knowing what was to come but still thrilled at the thought of it. I gripped her hips in both hands, fingers tight enough to dent the flesh and, without any preliminary, thrust into her hard enough to knock her flat against the rock. I yanked her hips back.

"Keep your arms straight!" I doubted she could hear me, but she did it anyway and I launched in again, pounding my hips against her ass cheeks. My dick screamed with the need to come, but I fought against it.I was going to make Corinne come one more time that she was going to remember for the rest of her life. My strength was leaving me and I was forced to put one hand on the wall alongside Corinne's to support myself. My chest heaved against her bowed back and her wet red hair was in my face. She twisted her neck around and kissed me, biting at my lip as I fucked her as hard as I could.

"Argh!" I screamed through gritted teeth, the effort of holding back now physically painful.

Corinne had lost the strength in her arms and was now up against the wall, pumping her hips back at me. Like me, she was using every muscle, straining every sinew, desperate for the fulfillment that had to come simultaneously for it to be worth anything.

As the waterfall roared beside us, we came together. Corinne's howls rang in my ears almost as loud as my own. I bellowed myself hoarse as I emptied myself into my lover.

I wasn’tnot sure if we lost our footing at that point, if we blacked out from the sheer excruciating pleasure, or if we just collapsed from exhaustion, but down we went, over the edge and under the falls.

I popped up first. "Cor!"

She emerged beside me with a huge smile on her face. Our eyes met. There was so much we could have said, so many superlatives, 'incredible', 'amazing', 'the best ever', the sort of things people said after great sex. But there were no words for that. There were no words for tonight.

We struck out for shore and then made the weary climb back to where we had left our clothes all those hours ago. We said nothing as we walked back, but held hands, comfortable in silence and in our mutual nudity.

But when we had reached the top and were gathering our scattered clothes, I spoke. "I still think I'm right about you. And I still intend to stick by it."

Corinne looked at me questioningly.

"I think you should cut your dad some slack. And I'm going to do everything I can to make you accept yourself as the good girl that I think we both know you really are."

Corinne listened silently, then strolled up to me and let her hand slide down my taut abs. "I think." Her nimble fingers encircled my sore shaft then went lower to cup my achingly painful balls. "I think your definition of good girl might not exactly agree with my father's."

She had a point. There probably was a hypocrisy to banging her brains out then declaring that I would keep her a good girl. But I didn't feel that we had done anything wrong. Others might see it differently, of course, and I knew that what was best for her now would be never seeing me again, but tonight had been a blinding moment of beauty between two people who, but for a few twists of fate, might have been very happy together.

How could that be wrong?

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