Chapter 13

Jack didn’t intend to stop, not at all. In fact, he was just getting started. Betty realized this as he pounded away in her cunt.

“I’m so happy,” she murmured and clutched him to her, trying to get hugged in his arms. “You’re going to take care of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he said. “Just don’t run away. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

“I’ll never run away,” she said.

He didn’t try to come immediately but continued to whack away inside her at a steady pace, taking his time about it.

She liked the way he had her going. He could fuck her on and on, and she would never get tired.

Rolls and rolls of thrills went through her, lapping up from her cunt to her belly.

Her tits quivered with pleasure that centered in the nipples.

She rubbed her body up and down Jack’s long, muscular one. She felt so small, so protected, that she wondered why she’d ever left him.

She closed her eyes and clung to him.

His prick went in and out of her, floating on the gooey stuff that kept squirting out of her cunt.

“Not yet, not yet,” she moaned, but she sensed Jack beginning to strain now. Perspiration was dripping off him. He really had to come.

When she sensed that Jack couldn’t hold back any longer, she began to release the obscene feelings in her own mind that she loved.

It was true, she had wet dreams. It was her secret.

Now she had her wet dreams wide awake.

She imagined an army of pricks marching at her, as though she was lost in a forest of mighty cocks.

She imagined herself flinging her arms around them as she passed, kissing and nibbling.

She hung on to Jack with all her force.

The inside of her thighs strained.

She felt her cunt going crazy.

She knew that her orgasm was waiting.

She could just reach over the hill and feel the sensation beginning to come upon her like thunder.

And then it was happening.

Orgasm rolled out of her, coming down through her neck, through her tits, into her belly.

Her ass began to quiver as she raised it high.

She tilted her pelvis to catch as much as she could of Jack’s huge cock.

On and on her orgasm came, it seemed to be taking forever.

She gave herself up to the thrill.

She closed her eyes and sighed and felt as though a huge wave of sex desire were throwing over her.

She felt above her, Jack suspended in his own orgasm.

He was shooting his load into her cunt.

She sensed the spurting of hot cream through her cunt.

He grunted softly in the back of his throat, like a bear.

She smiled to herself, realizing that Jack was having a real ball.

And she continued to convulse and contract, clinging to him with every bit of her strength.

The sensations made her tremble, she loved sex.

Finally it began to dwindle away, the great feeling of sexual bliss.

The convulsions became fewer, and further apart.

Finally she subsided and let go of him.

He let go of her also, and fell away to the side of the bed.

She heard his voice trembling in a sigh.

She reached out and touched his wet chest.

He was sweating from her also.

Her body felt damp and cool.

He came closer to her, and touched her breasts.

His hands were so huge, they could cover each one with the palm.

“How do you like me? Am I still the same for you, Jack?”

“Better than ever,” Jack said.

She opened her eyes and looked at his face.

Oh, he had such a beautiful face. So strong, so possessive, yes, he wanted to possess her, she knew it, he wanted to own her.

And she wanted to be owned by him.

She wanted nothing more than a big strong man, with huge arms, and a huge cock to hold on to her and keep her, protected from the terrible world out there.

She started immediately to think of Jenny and all the trouble she had been headed for.

How lucky she was that Jack had come to save her.

He had arrived in the nick of time.

“Are you going to stay with me, honey?”

She heard his voice, hesitating somehow.

He was remembering the trouble there had been between them.

She wondered if they would fight again, or if they would get on together.

She didn’t want to fight.

She flung her arms around his neck, and sobbed against him.

“Oh Jack, Jack,” she muttered, her voice quivering with tears, “I hope that you will love me.”

He patted her back, and then reached down and grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

“Don’t be silly,” he said, “we’ll never fight again.”

Famous last words, Betty thought.

But she wasn’t going to look for trouble; in fact, she would try to prevent it.

“Let’s go out,” she said, “let’s get dressed and go out and have a good time.” Jack sat up. “Where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Her voice was hysterical, slightly desperate with the need to be friends with him.

They dressed.

He was willing to do anything she wanted.

They went outside to the convertible. She liked riding, going at high speeds.

“Let’s go for a long ride in the country,” he said.

“This isn’t exactly the city we’re in now,” he said.

“No, I mean far away, where there’s no traffic, nobody.”

“All right,” he said, “anything you want, honey dear.”

As she got into the car, he added, “Just as long as we are back in three hours. I have work.”

She looked at him disappointed.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem to forget, I’m a traveling salesman. That means I have to travel.”

“Where are you going?” her voice and throat were tight.

He looked at his watch.

“I’m taking the southern route this week.”

“How far do you have to go? What do you mean, southern?”