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The men were quickly persuaded of the wisdom of this scheme and the necessary small adjustments in travel plans were made to coordinate the expedition.
The scheduled and long looked forward to trip to the cathedral of nature was set for the coming Friday.
Amanda and Jack took their planned trip in the coastal schooner, as planned, getting ocean spray in their faces and enjoying it immensely. Tom and Dorothy went golfing-he had promised to teach her since she refused to let him go golfing alone on their honeymoon.
Several days passed. Amanda and Jack made love three times a day ("morning, noon and night" he joked). Tom and Dorothy spent whole days alone in their room, and sometimes the pounding of the bed and Dorothy's squeals were so loud that Amanda had to flee in embarrassment, forcing Jack to take her shopping.
Amanda had begun to have a very strong suspicion, even a certainty, that Dorothy's cries and moans were the sounds of enjoyment and excitement, not pain.
Amanda got over her initial soreness after a couple of days and began to enjoy their love-making more, especially when Jack began taking more time in pounding her and kept up a good strong stroke like Thomas's for a few minutes. She could hear Dorothy speaking words of encouragement to Thomas through the wall and she imitated her words. "Oh yes Jack, like that. Yes! Keep that up now."
She liked it best when he sucked on her breasts. He liked to undress her in the daylight, in front of the window looking out over the bay, and standing there in the fresh sunshine in her nakedness she felt rather proud and vain of her body. Jack admired it and he kept his admiration no secret from her. When he kissed her breasts it was an act of worship. She enjoyed this very much.
Once he had even put his head between her legs and licked her clitoris. That felt very nice.
Once as Jack was kissing her they heard a loud shriek from next door. Almost a scream. It started as a huffing, blubbering bellow and rose to a keening wail, so loud it must be audible throughout that wing of the hotel. It was Dorothy's voice. It sounded like she was being murdered.
Jack and Amanda looked at each other startled. Should they go next door and see what was the matter? Had Dorothy injured herself?
Amanda started to put on a dressing gown, intending to go next door and inquire. Jack stopped her.
"I think it's all right," he said. "Listen." They heard nothing.
Amanda wondered. Later, Dorothy seemed perfectly fine when Amanda saw her at dinner. Amanda did not ask why she had screamed. She was beginning to have a suspicion.
While they ate Amanda watched her friend laughing gaily and popping chilled berries into her mouth and she thought about what Aunt Matilda had told her, about how a woman might experience a sort of ecstasy in marital intercourse.
Aunt Matilda had said not to expect it early in marriage. It might take years to come and it might never come at all.
Had ecstasy already arrived in Dorothy's marriage? After less than a week?
Amanda did not dare ask. She did not even dare ask Jack what he thought. She looked at Thomas wonderingly, with his perfectly trimmed mustache and his broad shoulders and his laughing eyes.
Amanda did not know who to ask.
Jack had thought that Tom might have struck her. Amanda looked carefully but there was no trace of a black eye.
That night, when the noises started up again Amanda tried to rouse Jack but he was out cold. Amanda threw on a dressing gown and went out into the hall and pressed her ear to the door. She heard Dorothy cry out "oh!" and then "oh!" again in a quick, agonized shriek. Was Jack right? She did sound as though Thomas had struck her. Were they fighting? There was a wooden chair in their room and Amanda dragged it quickly into the hall and placed in front of Tom and Dorothy's door. Then she stood on it and tried to peer through the transom.
She wasn't tall enough to see through the transom. She stood on tiptoe and all she could make out was that it was dark inside the room. She could hear the soft sounds of the bedsprings squeaking now, which she hadn't heard before. And Dorothy's soft voice murmuring "yes, yes, oh yes, just like that, Thomas, oh don't stop. It feels so good." Her voice was almost like a groan but her words told the story. Whatever Thomas was doing, she liked it very much.
Amanda returned to her own room and put the chair away. She wondered what the hotel would say if they caught her spying on the Jeffries'. She only wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong and that Dorothy was not injured.
Amanda wondered if she herself would ever moan and groan like that with Jack. She wondered if it felt very nice.
She said nothing to Jack about what she had heard at the transom, but she did express the opinion that Tom did not hit her.
Jack was as attentive and loving as a newlywed husband should be and she had no complaints.
The day of the planned trip to Yosemite arrived and the two couples packed for the mountains, carrying as little luggage as they could, which was still far too much in the eyes of the men. They made an early start and enjoyed the scenic ride as the train wound its way inland through the coastal mountains. There were dazzling precipices and chasms, bright waterfalls flashing in the sunshine, eagles gliding without effort over the peaks. The little train floated along the gleaming tracks like a chrome swan ride.
They at last came to the last stop on the train and switched to a stagecoach, which was to carry them the rest of the way.
They arrived as night was falling. The proprietor showed the two couples to their cabins, and luggage was unpacked. Dinner was Spartan but they were all as hungry as wolves.
The full moon was out and after their late supper they went for a stroll in the moonlight. The broad valley was filled with the cent of grass and flowers and pine resin. They saw a large owl flit past, chasing a mouse, perhaps.
Jack held her hand in the moonlight and it was grand. They went behind a tree and kissed. Perhaps Tom and Dorothy did the same.
The two couples walked back to their cabins. Jack and Amanda made love, and afterwards Amanda lay awake in bed, thinking. The excitement of the day wouldn't let her rest. She had never been anywhere as exciting as Yosemite in her life, and she wondered how it would look tomorrow in the daylight.
Restless, she put on her robe and moccasins and stepped out on the porch to get some air. Jack was out cold-he slept like a baby. She wondered if the Jeffries' were still awake.
She stepped over toward their cabin, meaning to knock gently if it seemed they were still awake and not "occupied". A light was burning in the window of their cabin, a hurricane lamp burning oil. An old-fashioned convenience compared to the modern gaslights of San Francisco. She stepped up to the window to listen, to see if they were awake, and as she paused in the silence she at first heard nothing.
Then after a moment she could hear Dorothy's low moaning. That meant they were "occupied", surely, although they had left a light on.
"Yes," she heard Dorothy whimper as Amanda stood at the window.
"Oh yes, Tom. Oh god in heaven. It feels wonderful. Don't stop."
Amanda could not restrain her curiosity. The window was open, a red cloth curtain was fluttering in the gentle night breeze, and a light was burning in the room. She stepped up to the window and tugged an inch or two of curtain aside and peeked within.
At first she saw only shadows dancing on the walls of the cabin. Then as she peered carefully around the room from her little peephole she saw the Jeffries' on their camp bed.
Dorothy Jeffries was on her hands and knees, with her face buried in a pillow, moaning. Tom Jeffries was kneeling behind her, with his body pressed up against her buttocks.
Dorothy was moving back and forth with a steady rhythm, rocking on her knees and elbows. Tom clenched her hips in his hands and he was thrusting into her from behind.
Amanda could see his round, taut buttocks gleaming in the lamplight as he thrust in and out. He had mounted her like a dog mounts another dog in heat, or like a stallion mounts a mare.
His perspiring muscles gleamed as he pushed in and out of Dorothy.
She was wiggling her bottom in a frenzy, thrusting it back onto him.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Oh, fuck me, Tom. Fuck me." Amanda had only heard that word before once in her life but she knew what it meant. Jack had explained it to her.
Tom was pounding it into her and she was taking it eagerly, thrusting herself back onto him excitedly. Dorothy's breasts hung down from her chest and wobbled back and forth madly as she rocked back and forth in Tom's grip.
Amanda and Jack had never made love like this. It was always with Amanda on her back and Jack between her legs. She wondered if doing it in this fashion accounted for the gasping, appreciative noises Dorothy was making.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Keep it up, don't stop. Don't stop Tom I am almost there! Oh!"
Dorothy's face seemed to be red and her breath came in ragged, panting gasps. She looked like she might be on the verge of having a seizure.
Then Dorothy shrieked. It was just like the shriek Amanda had heard the other night. Her clawing fingers clutched the bed and she gasped "Oh! Tom!" and moaned like a pantomime ghost. Tom thrust a few more times and then he was still.
"Oh, Tom," Dorothy whispered. "Did you come?"
"Yes."
They lay next to each other on the bed, cuddling like two spoons.
Amanda decided she had seen enough and went back to her bed.
She had a lot to think about as she drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning Jack was already awake. His penis was hard and he was smiling at her. They kissed and he nuzzled her breasts. After he had aroused her she told him "I have something I want you to do."
She got on her hands and knees, with her face pressing down into the pillow and her bottom wiggling in the air, the way she had seen Dorothy last night. She spread her thighs wide so her slit could be approached from behind. She could feel how engorged it was.
"Like this," she said, shyly, glad he couldn't see her hot face.
"Like what," he said, puzzled.
"Like this," she repeated. She stroked a hand back over her buttocks and down until it touched her slit, and with one delicate fingertip she touched the rim of her entrance.
"Here, put it in like this. Come up close behind me."
He got the idea and mounted her from behind. She used one graceful hand to hold his organ and guide it into her entrance.
He thrust in, going rather deeper than he had before, she thought.
"Oh!" she said. It felt different. She thrust herself back and forth onto him, awkwardly, trying to imitate what she had seen.
Jack held her hips in his hands and pushed himself in and out for a minute. "Oh," she said. "don't stop." A moment later he came.
"That was nice," he said afterward. "What put that into your head?"
"I don't know," she lied. It was all she could think of to say.
Afterward they had a good if rather rustic breakfast at the inn and prepared to make a hike into the valley.
Amanda had a tough corduroy hiking skirt of which she was quite proud, and a new pair of boots. She knew her feet would be blistered by the end of the day but there was no help for it. Dorothy had a pair of mannish looking pants.
Both wore colorful red and white checked shirts.
Horses were available but the men wanted to hike. They had a map of the valley and the little party set off not long after breakfast, carrying a big lunch in a hamper.
Amanda wondered, after an hour had passed and her turn to carry the hamper came around again, if they had really needed to bring quite that much food. She was perspiring under her sunbonnet.
The valley trails were gorgeous. It was high summer and Yosemite was full of wild mountain flowers in full bloom. It was an orchestra of color and fragrant scents. Amanda sneezed-there did seem to be something in the air that made her want to sneeze, try as she might to hold it back.
Jack passed her his handkerchief to wipe her dripping nose.
They hiked down the dirt trails for two hours, and finally it was noticed that the sun was very high overhead and it must be the noon hour. They stopped in a grassy circle surrounded by pines, where a small brook they had been following formed a deep pool. Tom thought he espied some fish in it and Jack regretted that he had not brought his rod and reel.
Amanda and Dorothy spread out the big flannel cloth and opened the picnic hamper and luncheon was served. They ate heartily of warm cheese and cold tongue. A bottle of wine was opened and passed around. Amanda had never drunk much wine before in her life and after a few thirsty swallows her head began to buzz pleasantly.
It felt like a nice time to lay in the sun and listen to the bees humming and watch the birds circling in the distant sky as one gently drifted off into a nap.
She awoke an hour later. Jack and Tom were splashing in the mountain pool. Their clothes lay on the grass nearby. Dorothy was watching them.
"Oh, hullo, you're awake now. Tom and Jack have gone in swimming.
Would you like to join them?"
Amanda nodded yes and then giggled with shocked amusement as Dorothy took off her trousers. Dorothy took off her drawers and the rest of her clothes and stepped into the pool, splashing big gobbets of water out of the pool at Amanda.
"Come on then!"
Amanda had never gone swimming naked before, although she knew her brothers had. It seemed very boyish and very much like something only a married woman would dare do.
Amanda stood up, rubbed her eyes and began to disrobe. She was aware that the three of them were watching her and laughing. As she unbuttoned her shirt she knew that Jack, who had seen her naked now dozens of times, was watching with his usual rapt admiration. Tom was watching her too. That made her shy.
She struggled out of her boots and dropped her skirt. She was wearing nothing but a chemise and bloomers underneath her costume and she stepped up to the brink of the pool, pulled the chemise off over her head and tossed it aside. Then blushing she stepped out of her bloomers and was naked. She quickly hopped into the water and went in until she was decently covered.
Tom had seen her naked breasts, she knew. And the fine curly thatch of hair between her legs. She wondered if he liked her breasts-they were bigger than Dorothy's, rather.
She had expected the water to be cold, but surprisingly it was a bit warm. She wondered. Natural hot springs? Or the sun shining down relentlessly on the shallow brook as it meandered through the valley meadows?
They all splashed and roughhoused for a while and then the men stepped out onto the grass to dry off. Amanda saw them only from behind as they stepped out, and then they turned around to talk to the girls, and she could see their naked penises.
Jack's penis hung down between his thighs like a limp thumb. She had seen it before, limp like this. She was embarrassed that Dorothy could see her husband naked and see his private part, right out in broad daylight.
She must look at Tom. She wondered if they would see her looking, and what each would think-if Jack and Dorothy would be jealous, and Tom vain that a well-bred young woman could not resist the temptation to peek at his nudity. But she must look, and she did.
Tom's body was strong and tall. He was broad-shouldered and muscled, his belly taut. And between his legs hung his manly member. It was at least 3 times the size of Jack's.
Amanda gave a startled gasp and suppressed it, looking away and covering her face with her hands. Was it really bigger than Jack's? She must look again, and she did. It was long and thick and hung down quite as long, even soft and limp, as Jack's was when it was fully hard.
She looked guiltily at Jack to see if he had caught her admiring Tom. Jack's attention seemed to be occupied by Dorothy's breasts. Well, of course it would be. Dorothy was trying to cover herself, rather embarrassedly, but she was smiling.
Amanda looked back at Tom again. There was no mistaking it, his organ was quite big, compared to Jack's. She hadn't known there were such differences between men, in their private parts. Certainly one man's hands or feet would not be 2 or 3 times the size of another's.
The difference was as pronounced as the difference between a buxom woman's large breasts and an adolescent girl's flat chest.
She wondered how big Tom's organ got when it was swollen and inflamed. It would surely be too big for a delicate little thing like Dorothy to take inside her. Perhaps that was the reason for Dorothy's moans and cries.
Amanda had watched awestruck in the privacy of their bedroom as Jack's organ grew longer and got hard and took on shape. She wanted to see Tom's do the same thing.
Aunt Matilda hadn't told Amanda about anything like this.
It was necessary to get out of the water and do something else before her staring at Tom was noticed. Had Tom noticed? She had not been looking at his eyes but thought that perhaps he had been taking in her breasts, as Jack had been looking at Dorothy's.
She got out of the water and Dorothy followed her. They were all quite wet and they would have to sit naked in the breeze and air dry a bit before they could put on some clothes and resume a semblance of modesty.
What if other campers came upon them like this?
Amanda sat with her naked rump on the edge of the blanket and pretended to busy herself with the contents of the picnic basket.
Thankfully, Tom and Dorothy were walking off by themselves and she was alone with Jack. She looked hopefully into his eyes and saw no suspicion, only love. He kissed her and she wished they were somewhere alone so they could make love.
They had another snack of cold ox-tongue sandwiches. After a while Dorothy and Tom came back and they were all more or less dry enough to resume their clothing, so they got dressed. She snuck daring glimpses out of the corner of her eye at Tom as he slid into his hiking pants and marveled again at the thick thing between his legs. Not like Jack's at all.
Oh my, she sighed to herself. Oh my.
She caught Tom looking at her breasts as she wiggled back into her chemise, and she was not displeased.
"So, what did you think of Tom and Dorothy today?" Jack asked her later.
"Humph?" she mumbled.
"Did you get a good look at Dorothy's body? She's got a nice figure but not half as nice as yours."
"Oh, I wish I were as slim as she is. She's quite a nymph."
"She's got nothing on you. You looked like a goddess in a fairy tale, stepping out of an enchanted pool wearing nothing but your long tresses."
"Oh, Jack. You looked very handsome too. I was jealous for Dorothy to see what a fine man I have."
"I think I made a lucky match."
"I too," she said.
Jack undressed her and made love to her. Afterward she lay awake, thinking of Tom. She listened but she could not hear Dorothy's cries in the night, only an owl hooting in the distance.
The following day Yosemite was fogged in by low clouds, and you could not see more than twenty feet in any direction. Dorothy had caught a cold, and lay all day in her cabin, miserable. Tom attended to her, bringing her her meals.
Jack and Amanda stayed in bed most of the day. They made love several times, but though he could excite her, he could not take her across the threshold that Dorothy had crossed in her love-making with Tom. Amanda's nipples grew hard, and her vulva salivated warm lubricant onto Jack's fingers. But he could not bring the low, guttural moans to her throat which she had heard coming from Dorothy, and he could not pound her hard and steadily for a long time as Tom did his young wife.
She felt the size of his penis, slipping in and out of her, and wondered. Did it make a difference? How would it feel with one twice the size? There would be more friction on the sides of her vagina, she would feel more full. That stretchy feeling that she had lost after the first few times they made love would come back. She wondered what it would feel like to have a bigger penis stretch her vagina further.
The sun came up early the following day and flooded the valley with sunshine, dispelling the remaining wisps of cloud. Dorothy insisted that Tom get out and enjoy the day. She didn't want him moping around the cabin on account of her. So he packed a little bag and took off early, stopping at Jack and Amanda's cabin to tell them where he would be and ask them to look in on Dorothy.
Jack was sleeping like a log. It was early in the morning and he was a late sleeper. Amanda did not expect him to be up for hours. She watched Tom's back as he hiked jauntily down the trail, whistling a little tune, and she thought to herself that instead of waiting all morning for Jack to get up she should get out and enjoy the bright sunny day herself.
She packed a little food in a rucksack and left a note for Jack, telling him she had gone out for a hike and would be back in a little while. She started to add a P.S. asking him to look in on Dorothy, but then she thought better of it.
And then she put on her bonnet, closed the cabin door silently and started off. There were only a few trails to choose from, and after hesitating she saw no reason not to take the same one Tom had. As much as she enjoyed a private solitary walk, musing to herself, yet it would not be unpleasant to meet Tom on the trail, if that should transpire, by chance.
It was the better part of an hour before she did overtake him on the trial.
"Oh hello, Tom," she called merrily. "I decided that Dorothy was right and that we should not let this morning go to waste."
"Where's Jack?"
"Oh, still asleep, I'm afraid. You can hardly rouse him before noon sometimes."
"Well," he said. "Well." He looked awkward. Here they were, two nice married people, alone with each other in a lonely spot. But they were not married to each other. It was an awkward fix, deuced awkward.
What could she say, to indicate, to hint, however delicately, where her interest lay? She could not.
"I thought I might do a little berrying," she said, showing him the small basket she had brought. "It would be nice to take some to Dorothy. Have you see any?"
"Not by here. Over by that stream where we were yesterday, there were some berry bushes."
"Yes, I remember those. Shall we look there? If you care to accompany me, that is."
That "if you care to accompany me" was as bold an approach as she had ever made to a man in her life.
He looked hesitant and awkward, as though he had suddenly for no reason started to perspire a little. For a moment he had a problem finding his voice, and it croaked like an adolescent boy's when he found it.
"Yes, I would be happy to," he said.
"Very well then," she said. She put her arm through his and they walked side by side down the trail.
"I hope Jack won't mind my being alone with you like this," he said.
"No more than Dorothy will mind my being alone with you."
"I think she might mind a lot."
"Why?"
"Well, she thinks you're awfully beautiful, you know. She might think I felt that way too."
"And do you?"
"I shouldn't admit it to Dorothy."
"When we were bathing yesterday," she said, "I had never seen a man's naked body before in my entire life. Except for Jack's. I thought you had a very beautiful body. Like a Greek statue."
"I thought the same about you, Amanda."
"I am glad the only two men who have ever seen my naked body both admire it."
"Can I be frank?"
"I will be very cross with you if you aren't."
"I envy Jack."
"And I envy Dorothy." They were walking hand in hand now and she squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.
They found the berry bushes near the brook and picked a quantity of berries. Laughing, she fed him, popping the ripe berries in to his mouth one by one until the dark juice ran down his chin in rivulets.
"I'm hot," she said. "May we bathe, do you think?"
"I think we may," he said, in a nervous voice, averting his eyes.
"Well then," she said. They walked to the deep pool where they had swum the day before.
She stood in front of him and unbuttoned her shirt. She dropped it to the ground and then unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the ground.
"Are you coming in with me?" she said.
He unbuttoned his clothes and stripped them off. He was hesitant to remove his undergarment, so she took hers off first, dropping her chemise and standing before him in her white linen bloomers, with her breasts bare. Then she took off her bloomers.
Tom peeled his underwear off awkwardly. He did not bother to turn around to hide himself from her gaze but he was clearly embarrassed.
He got clear of his clothes and stood naked before her. His big male organ hung limp between his legs as she gazed on it. She wondered how big it would get.
"You know, Tom, I really do like you a lot," she said, in a husky voice.
"I like you too, Amanda," he said.
She sat down on the soft grass and lay on her back and spread her legs apart wide.
"Tom, before we go in, there is something I should like you to do for me."
He stood between her legs gazing down at her plump vagina. His penis started to grow longer.
Yes! she whispered triumphantly to herself. Oh yes!
"Come closer," she whispered.
He knelt between her legs. His organ grew longer and began to rise into the air.
Here's where I get it, she exulted.
It stood erect, twice the size of Jack's. It was as thick as the handle of a boy's baseball bat.
"Tom," she said. "What makes Dorothy cry out so at night? Is it because your organ is so big and strong?"
"I don't know," he said. His face was red and his voice came out as a strangled gasp. He was breathing hard.
She took hold of it with one small hand, unable to even get her hand around it, and then as he reclined over her resting his weight on his arms she guided it until the head like a plum touched her slit. She slid it up and down the damp channel between her labia, rubbing over her clitoris with an electrical sensation so powerful she could feel it in her nipples.
He looked like a satyr, with his thick erect manroot jutting out from his hairy loins, its head purplish and its length encircled with a lattice of throbbing blue veins.
She pulled his head against her breast and pressed his lips to her engorged nipple.
"Oh, god," he murmured in a throaty voice as his thick mustache nuzzled her breasts and he sucked at her nipple. His hand touched her thighs and stroked up between them, as her hand caressed his hard rutting penis.
"Put it in now, Tom," she said.
She had him positioned against her entrance and he began to thrust in, slowly and gently, but firmly. The plumlike head split her labia.
She had to put a hand in her mouth and bite on it to keep from crying out.
"It's going in," she whispered, feeling the swollen lips of her vulva spread wide to receive his thickness.
She felt her entrance stretch wide to accommodate him, as it had stretched for Jack when he first made her a woman on their wedding night.
"It feels very big," she whispered. Like a bull, she thought. She remembered how in the Roman mythology Jupiter had come to one of his paramours-was it Europa? -- in the form of a bull.
Her inner dampness welled up to meet his invading thrust. He pulled out and then slid back in, more slickly, her vagina more welcoming. She felt the walls of her vagina stretching taut to accommodate him. He thrust in deeper. Each inch brought her a new sensation of fullness, within.
He pushed in deeper than the deepest point Jack had reached.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
"Fill me up," she said. It was a strange intense feeling that made her ache and thrilled her more than any sensation ever had.
He pressed in deeper with each thrust until he was fully seated in her, his long penis all the way up inside her. She could feel him pressing into her stiff clitoris as he pushed home.
"How does it feel?" he asked once he was in her up to the hilt.
"It feels divine," she says. "Oh you fill me so." He began pumping her with long, steady thrusts.
"Oh, god," she whimpered. "Yes."
Her arousal mounted as he steadily pushed her higher and higher, as she rose to meet him hungrily with each thrust.
He kept thrusting rhythmically, rock hard and steady, his big penis pistoning into her willing womanhood. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me." Just as she had heard Dorothy say.
He lasted five times as long as Jack ever had. After the first few minutes, she didn't care what happened, she just wanted it to never end.
She felt as if the whole world was revolving on the axle of his hard penis.
She heard her own voice sobbing and whimpering with smothered joy as though it were another woman, somewhere nearby. She bit his shoulder and blubbered into it, gasping, her face red. Her back arched as she rose to meet him, as with each thrust his manhood filled her.
"Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried aloud. There was a roaring sound in her ears and she could barely hear herself.
She felt his penis throb and something hot gushed into her as he spasmed. Then she felt her own spasms begin. Starting at the center of her clitoris a great spasmic wave passed over her body. She felt it raise the hair on her scalp. Then another wave began, spreading out like a great wave of warmth from her center until it filled her body, and another wave and another.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she cried out, first loudly, then sobbing to herself. She was crying, hot tears running down her face.
Tom's big penis finished thrusting and spasming and lay inside her, thick and limp.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, brushing her cheek with his lips and tasting her salty tears.
"It's too good," she said, after a little while. "Oh Tom, it's too good."
She wouldn't let him leave the grove until he had screwed her again. He taught her the word for the mystery she had experienced: an orgasm.
Afterward they lay in a state of nervous exhaustion, wearily succumbing. Oh my-ecstasy!, she thought. "Does the man feel anything like this?" she asked.
"I think not. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world, to a man, but I do not think he feels what a woman feels, when it is like that."
"When I come, you mean."
"When you come."
They went back to their respective spouses, tired and disheveled. She wondered if Jack could see what she had been through on her face. She must be glowing. She felt an inch taller. She wondered if Dorothy could smell her on Tom's body.
No one noticed. Dorothy was asleep and Jack was amusing himself. He did not mind her few hours absence at all. It was a wonderful day for a hike; he thought he might get out and stretch his legs himself.
"I brought you some berries," she said shyly, guiltily. He opened his mouth and she popped them in one by one, laughing, until the juice ran down his chin and soiled his shirt.
Jenny Wanshel chilly2@biosys.net