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Madeleine was frightened; she couldn't help it. By day, the island was beautiful, but at night it was so terribly dark and lonesome with Shannon gone, and the foreign, eerie sounds caused little chills to run along her spine. Even in the luxury of the big house with every light in the place burning she was still on edge, and had been since he'd taken the launch to the mainland just before sunset. Nervously, she glanced at her watch. Eleven thirty; he'd told her to expect him shortly after midnight if everything went well according to plan. God... ! Supposing it hadn't? What would she do?
Mother of Jesus! She had to get those thoughts out of her mind immediately! It would come off just as he'd planned; it had to... it just had to! All of her novenas she had said in church the past week had been offered up for their success. The Blessed Mother would never desert her; she felt confident of that. Lord, she should have more faith. What she needed was a little drink to steady her nerves.
She arose from the comfortable, overstuffed chair and went to the small wicker bar, finding one of the bottles of bourbon Shannon had brought. There was ice in the small refrigerator beneath and several different mixes. She set about blending, half listening to the music from the radio and thinking that one day she and Shannon would have a lovely home like this one. And to imagine, it was only a summer place. Some rich senator from the states owned it and Shannon had rented it for the week for two- hundred-and-fifty dollars, including the launch... She paused in her actions as she thought of that. Two-hundred-fifty dollars of her hard earned money... then, she laughed to herself... a mere drop in the bucket compared to what they were going to have soon... just the three of them. Lord, how happy they were going to be. She could almost cry just thinking of having her own little Igat with her for ever and ever... really, it was all for her... her sweet little baby. There was no sacrifice too great for her to make... Well, she'd burned her bridges now by simply disappearing this way, leaving her place at the Salle de Venus- Apollon, without any word to Rafael Girarde... placing her all into the hands of this handsome American.
Still, she didn't understand yet why they had come all the way to Kingston before looking for a place, but her new lover had insisted it was necessary and she hadn't argued. Nor had she been displeased when she learned that Hyde Island was thirteen miles out in Lake Ontario, then actually saw the picturesque, castle- like structure that was built of field-stone and imported marbles. The idea of being isolated on such a beautiful little paradise with the man she loved had set her right off. Only the mail-boat that passed once a day would be their single connection with civilization, and then only if they signaled. Dear God, they would make love until they were feeble; for what else was there to do but a bit of fishing and swimming? And so they had for two solid days and nights, not even dressing except for the negligee that she presently wore. God, it had been so wonderful... and she loved him so much. There had never been anyone like her Shannon... absolutely no one.
The mere thought of his lean virile body next to her own was sufficient to arouse tiny, exciting tingles in her loins and belly. She picked up her drink from the bar, the movement causing the gauzy material of her negligee to graze against the suddenly distended nipples of her full breasts tauntingly. She shivered from the erotic effect and walked back to her chair, lifting her feet onto the ottoman and stretching out. The gossamery material fell away from her long shapely calves and thighs with a whisper and she looked down at herself narcissistically, the dark velvety down sprinkled over the V of her mound enticing her. She lifted the glass to her moist lips and consumed half of it, while the soft, romantic listening music from the radio created an enrapturing mood.
God... if you were here right at this moment! Shannon... Shannon... I'd lick you to death! Mon cher... how I love you!
Once more, she drank from the glass, then set it on the table beside her, closing her eyes as her hands found her own waist and moved upward over the slight delineation of her ribs to her heavy, now-throbbing breasts, cupping and lifting them beneath the flimsiness of her gown until the pointed, hardened nipples stood out like frozen red berries. Her long fingers sought the tiny fleshy marbles then and began to roll and tweak them hedonistically, while her mind filled with thoughts of her Shannon and his magnificently beautiful rod of almost always hardened passion. Suddenly, she could taste its pungent tang and feel its soft rubbery head against her tongue in her mouth, its heavy hot shaft in one hand while the other cradled and squeezed his balls reverently. Subconsciously, she lowered one hand down over the little round bowl of her belly and through the patch of silken hair to the now moist slit in her crotch, spreading her thighs slightly and gently sliding her long-nailed forefinger between the fleshy lips of her pussy into its pink wetness to tenderly slip down through the length of her slit to the already quivering opening of her vagina. Her breath caught in her throat at the erotic sensations her own gentle manipulation set off inside her.
God, I'm hot, she thought. If only you were here, my lover!
Her cunt was as moist and lubricated as if he had just shot his hot sperm up into her, and her desire was as piqued as if he had been sitting there in front of her licking and taunting her open loins with his fantastic tongue as he had last night. Her breathing quickened and she spread her thighs further, drawing up her knees slightly as she slipped her finger up inside her vagina to the palm of her hand, then withdrew it and repeated the act several times before letting her damp forefinger wander down the soft, hairless crevice to the tiny little puckered hole of her anus. This time, she drew her legs up higher and lifted her round white buttocks while slowly, excitingly, she inserted her own finger smoothly up into the warm rubbing depths of her rectum.
It was too much! In her mind, Shannon's wonderful prick was jerking and squirting its hot semen into her throat... she could actually taste it to the point of swallowing voraciously! And then, all of a sudden, her other hand dropped to her crotch, its excited fingers finding her erect clitoris between the moist swollen cunt-lips, and as she began to pummel her long finger into her anal passage, she simultaneously tweaked, twisted and pulled at her clitoris with the other hand... while Shannon mentally fucked into her face, shooting his load down her throat time and time and time again.
It was an ecstasy all of its own! It wasn't the first time she had done it, nor would it be the last, but never was it any better. She slid down into the chair, her knees pulled back to press against the pebble-like nipples of her throbbing breasts as suddenly she inserted a second finger into her tiny rectum, twisting and routing them in sado-masochistic delight while the other hand pummeled with increasing vigor at the moist, pink furrow of her ravenous cunt.
It was then that she heard the deep whirring sound of what had to be the launch... it could be nothing else out here! A certain frightening tightness gripped her. She couldn't stop now! She had to cum... had to! It was all a moment of self gratification, she realized, but it couldn't be denied... not now... not at this stage. It wasn't like actual fucking or sucking or making love in any way... but it was necessary... Oh Christ, she couldn't give the reasons... didn't understand them... only that she had to cum! That was all that mattered! All... !
Wildly, she punished her genitals, inserting a third finger into her tightly resisting rectum to the very palm of her hand, while her fingers raped the soft pink flesh of her cunt with the brutalness of some fiend out of the night. The sensation was overwhelming... beyond belief! Her loins danced, jerked and quivered with the ecstatic bliss of a thousand generations into the past, as in the back of her brain the sound of the ever- approaching launch grew louder and louder.
Mentally, she sucked Shannon's cock with clasped lips and savage, slashing tongue and hypothetically he emptied his hot sperm into her mouth and throat and she swallowed ravenously... while, at the same time, her hands tore and pounded into her cunt and asshole with unmerciful delight.
It came onto her like that! Just as the launch sputtered and went dead, and she realized he was tying it up at the dock. She spasmed once... twice... a third time, and came with such violent force that she was certain she'd faint. Shannon squirted his load down her throat and the bubble burst at her crotch! Wild sensations tore through her soft, white body and her thighs quivered and jerked with the unbelievable release that spread through her.
Somehow, she heard them coming up the gravel path, forced herself erect and straightened her negligee. Her mouth hung open loosely and she tried to close it, at the same time endeavoring to force logical thoughts into place in her mind. She got to her feet, her knees hardly able to support her, then started for the door.
When she got there, the aftermath of her climax still excitingly prevalent in her loins and belly, she saw them nearing the house.
"I-I heard you coming," she said. "Is Annette with you?"
"I'm here," Annette replied. "Is that you, Madeleine?"
"Yes... it's me," she heard herself say hesitantly.
"Oh God... !" Annette said, and began to run toward the house, Sir Launcelot galloping silently along beside her.
Madeleine was entirely unprepared for Annette's fervent greeting; she had never felt that they were that close. The willowy girl threw herself into her arms and hugged her tightly, clutching Madeleine's near-naked, voluptuous body against her own while she wept on the older girl's shoulder. With the effects of the orgasm she had just subjected herself to still racking her soft sensuous flesh, the proximity of Annette's smooth firm body molded against her own seemed to rekindle the tiny prurient sparks that had raced through her loins only moments before. Madeleine couldn't contain the exciting little tremor that rippled over her. She looked beyond the clinging girl into Shannon's half-smiling face, sensing the flush to her own cheeks and hoping he wouldn't notice it.
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