Ellora's Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile III

by Anthology

  He clucked to the horses, which began plodding along again.

  “Do find a private spot, Rob.” The note of promise in her voice thrilled him. He couldn’t wait to kiss those luscious red lips. “I have several delightful activities in mind that require…seclusion.”

  “I located just such a place yesterday, after our interesting afternoon together,” he answered. He wished the horses would move faster, but even slavering wolves would not hurry Patty and Petey.

  When they reached the place he’d found the day before, she clasped her gloved hands together joyfully. “Rob, this is perfect! High enough so that no one can approach without us seeing them first. And enough trees to shield us from curious eyes. Not to mention a lovely view of the river.”

  “I have a lovely view right in front of me,” he said, smiling into her eyes. He leaned toward her. “Dash it all, why must women wear these confounded veils?”

  “The hat is easily removed,” she said, lifting it away from her hair.

  Her lips clung hungrily to his. Her tongue glided tentatively into his mouth delicately stroking. Goodness, how he loved the taste of her, the feel of her mouth on his, her breasts pressing against him.

  Images filled his mind—the delight on her face and the quivering of her white breasts when his member was deep inside her. The way she’d made love to him, impaled on his shaft, crying out his name as she reached the apex of pleasure.

  I must have her again. Soon.

  Releasing her, he jumped down off the wagon and stood ready to help her. “Come, I’ll unhitch the horses and then I’ll show you my home.”

  “Your home?” she questioned, stepping down into his embrace.

  “The wagon, sweetheart. I have no other.”

  He unhitched Patty and Petey, stroking their soft noses and praising them, then setting them loose to graze.

  “You are kind to your horses,” she observed.

  “They are my only friends on the road.” He took Vanessa’s arm and walked her to the back of the wagon. Unlocking the doors that formed the fourth wall of the big rectangular wagon, he threw them open.

  “I bought it from a circus that went into bankruptcy,” he told her, helping her inside. It was furnished like a room with a bed, a table and a bench. Cupboards lined the walls. The wooden furniture was nailed to the floor or walls so that it wouldn’t shift as the wagon traveled over rough roads.

  “Do you sleep here?” she asked, going to the bed and sitting on it. “Why, the mattress is quite comfortable.”

  He took an oil lamp out of a cupboard and lit it, then closed the wagon’s doors. “You requested privacy, I believe? Now we have it.” They exchanged secret smiles.

  “When I come into a town, I sometimes stay at a hotel so I can take a bath,” he continued. “But otherwise I have everything I need right here.”

  “And you can see the country.” She sighed. “I am envious. My husband had lived in many of the great European cities in his youth—Paris, London, Vienna. But he was old when we married and no longer had the desire for travel.”

  “I’ve visited twenty different states in the past two years,” he told her eagerly. “In the summer I visit the Midwest and New England. When the cold weather comes, I will travel to the south.”

  “It sounds ideal.” She gazed around the room. “What do you have in the cupboards?”

  “Clothing. Nonperishable food. The printed copies of my book.” He grinned. “And many boxes of fine cigars.”

  “Why, Rob—do you smoke?”

  Sitting beside her, he shook his head. “When I began my lecturing, I never dreamt there might be trouble. But occasionally the town fathers have objected to my topic, calling my talks obscene. Now when I come to a new city, I visit the chief of police and the mayor, bringing them a box of fine cigars with a five-dollar gold piece tucked inside. Since then there have been no further objections.” And no more painful beatings from a loutish police captain and his men.

  She gazed up at him, her dark eyes alight. “How clever of you.” She stroked his cheek. “Did you think about me last night?”

  “I thought of nothing else,” he said fervently. He’d lain awake for hours until he’d finally surrendered to lust and committed the sin of masturbation. Twice.

  “I couldn’t wait for the day to arrive,” she said, her voice soft. “What about tomorrow, dear? My parents don’t return until the day after. Can we see each other tomorrow as well?”

  Pain slashed into his heart when he had to say, “I am afraid not. I leave early tomorrow morning for Akron. I’ve rented the theater there for two nights and must make haste.”

  “Oh.” Disappointment cast a momentary shadow over her lovely features. Then she smiled bravely. “Well, then we must use the time we have. There is something special I want to do for you, dear—something my husband taught me that he took particular delight in.”

  His cock swelled at the hint of mysterious pleasure in her voice. “Have I mentioned it in my book?”

  She merely raised her eyebrows. “I believe so. Lie back on the bed and undo your trousers.”

  He took off his jacket then did as she had requested. Meanwhile she stripped off her gloves, laying them on the narrow bed.

  “Part your legs,” she told him, her enticing voice taking on a husky note. She knelt between his knees and unbuttoned his union suit. His cock sprang up, already half-erect. “In your book, you referred to this as genital kissing. I believe you disapproved.”

  Holding his member firmly at the base, she bent her head. He looked up in disbelief as she took it into her mouth. Her lips tight against his heated skin, she moved her head up and down slowly, provoking a shuddering thrill throughout his entire body.

  And yet, was it right to let his lover perform such an act? He gasped. “Vanessa…truly, I do not expect…are you sure you are willing…”

  She raised her head briefly, her skillful hand continuing to give him fast, enticing strokes that were making him hotter and harder than he’d ever been before. “Dear, I want to give you so much pleasure that you’ll never forget me.”

  “As if I ever could,” he said.

  She took the head of his member in her mouth again, pulled back the foreskin and swirled her tongue over the sensitive head again and again. He closed his eyes, drinking in the intense sensations.

  Her curled hand moved up and down, coaxing his member to stand tall and proud. “You have such a beautiful cock,” she said, her voice hushed.

  The words aroused him even more than her wonderful touch.

  Her mouth closed over him again, her tongue teasing his shaft. Her lips sucked on his stiff member, traveling up and down until he thought he’d go mad with pleasure. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes, suspended between anticipation and delight.

  “Good heavens, Vanessa!”

  “Are you enjoying it?” she asked.

  He couldn’t even form words as she pointed her tongue and teased the slit in the head of his member. A drop of pearly fluid leaked out. She licked it away, then raised her head and moved her tongue slowly over her lips. “I love the taste of you,” she whispered.

  Sweat broke out on his chest and his breath came in short, labored gasps.

  She cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them gently. Everything tightened in his groin. He knew he was close to climaxing.

  When her lips stroked him again, his hips bucked involuntarily. Then pleasure overtook him and he plunged into a strong, shuddering climax. She continued sucking. It thrilled him that she savored every drop of his vital fluid.

  Finally she stretched out beside him. Drawing her against his chest, he murmured, “That was truly astounding. Thank you a hundred times over, sweetheart.”

  She snuggled her head under his chin. “It’s so pleasant lying here with you. I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”

  He stroked the side of her face. “I know. I can hardly bear it.” His heart ached at their forthcoming separation. “My lectures are
scheduled for the next month, but after that—”

  Laying her fingers lightly on his mouth, she shook her head. “I would never be able to keep company with you while my stepfather was in town. He wants me to marry one of the men he has chosen. I can just imagine what he would say about you. ‘A wandering, penniless ne’er-do-well’ would be his most generous description.”

  “I may be a wandering ne’er-do-well but I am certainly not penniless,” he answered indignantly. “My goal is to buy a farm of my own someday—within the next three years, I hope. I have money saved from my lectures.”

  She sighed. “I admire your ambition, dear.”

  He wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. If only he had owned the farm now, he would ask her to marry him and take her there. But how could he ask this beautiful, prosperous woman to join her life to his? To accompany him as another wandering ne’er-do-well?

  The admiration he had felt as a stripling had grown into a true love that filled his whole heart. Could he ask her to promise herself to him and wait for three long years until he’d earned the money he needed?

  He opened his mouth to speak.

  But it wasn’t fair to his beloved. She must not tie herself to a man who would take her away from wealth and elegance. He had nothing to offer her—nothing but love.

  Bitterly, he concluded that it wasn’t enough.

  * * * * *

  Vanessa stood by the window of her bedroom, dwelling on the sweet memory of her afternoon with Rob. They had picnicked outdoors, frequently pausing to kiss or touch each other, eating the bread and ham and cheese Rob had bought, sipping the champagne she had taken from her stepfather’s liquor cabinet. Champagne her husband had imported from France. Her stepfather had claimed it after Bertrand’s death.

  They had tried to enjoy themselves, but their parting loomed in both their minds, a thundercloud hanging over their joy.

  Rob had talked about the farm he wanted to own. Although she knew little of agriculture, his words had convinced her he knew what he was talking about. What a shame his father had lost the family acres.

  After eating they had retired to Rob’s wagon. The narrow bed became a paradise when they made love. This time he had needed no instruction, touching her confidently, then thrusting into her when her pussy was hot and wet, desperately craving his powerful cock.

  Dear Rob. He had always been a quick pupil.

  She closed her eyes, playing with the buttons of her lacy nightdress, wishing he were here to make love to her again.

  He was so handsome—so intelligent—as well as an excellent lover. What a wonderful husband he would make for some lucky woman. She was sure he would be a prosperous farmer someday, with his clever ideas for new agricultural methods.

  The noise of a pebble striking glass startled her. She looked down to see Rob himself standing below the window, the sill at the height of his chin.

  “Rob!” she exclaimed.

  He held a finger to his lips, then pantomimed that she should raise the window. She did so as slowly and silently as possible, hoping Annie, in her attic bedroom, would not hear anything.

  She didn’t understand how he was going to get in but he made quick work of it, grasping the sill with his hands and pulling himself up. In a few moments he was inside. Wordlessly he drew her close and kissed her until they were both breathless.

  A light went on in the house next door. Alarmed, Vanessa pulled free of his arms and hurried to turn down the gas.

  “I hope Old Lady Johnson next door didn’t see you,” she whispered. “She’s the nosiest gossip in three counties.”

  His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “If she says anything to you, tell her she was dreaming,” he whispered back. His expression turned somber. “Sweetheart, I had to see you once more. You mean so much to me.”

  Rob, take me with you when you go. The words lingered on her lips but she bit them back.

  He doesn’t need a woman older than himself. I’ve taught him what he needs to know to have a happy marriage someday—and correct his book. That is my only place in his life.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” she murmured. “I was longing for you, unable to sleep.”

  “As was I.” His swift fingers unbuttoned the bodice of her nightdress. In another moment he was sucking her right nipple eagerly while his fingers caressed her left. How quickly her body responded to his warm lips. Her pussy pulsed insistently, eager for the thrusts of his cock.

  “We shall have to be quite silent, lest Annie hear us,” she whispered.

  “I understand.” Releasing her, he sat on the bed. “Vanessa, undress for me.”

  She obeyed his command gladly, unbuttoning her nightdress and lifting it over her head. She wore nothing underneath. His gaze traveled slowly over her body, dwelling first on her nipples and then the dark curls between her thighs.

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Come and lie on the bed. Let me feast my eyes on you while I undress.”

  She lay on the bed, her pussy throbbing, filling with cream. He undressed slowly and deliberately, never looking away as he removed each piece of clothing and laid it aside.

  She trembled with arousal as his handsome body was slowly revealed—his muscular chest, solid waist and powerful thighs. And his rapidly swelling cock.

  “I loved what you did to me today,” he whispered. “Now I shall return the favor.” Kneeling on the floor, he added, “Move closer to me and part your thighs.”

  She frowned in confusion. “Whatever do you mean, Rob? Genital kissing is for men only.”

  He stroked her with his fingers, smoothing her curls back from her entrance. “Why do you think that?”

  “My husband told me so.”

  “Perhaps he knew no better.” He smiled. “But Professor Woodcock’s research has revealed otherwise.” Before she could say anything else, he lowered his head to her pussy and ran his tongue up her nether lips.

  She gasped at the incredible jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

  When he did it again, a cry burst from her throat. His tongue was warm and wet, providing delight that was new to her. Much though she loved feeling his thick cock inside her, this sensation was different and unexpected.

  And incredibly powerful.

  He licked teasingly around her entrance. She shook and trembled under his ministrations, feeling her climax building incredibly fast. Soon she was lifting her hips frantically, pushing against his mouth, covering her face with her arm to muffle her cries.

  All the feeling in her body now centered in one spot, her needy pussy. Her yearning built to an unbelievable level. She moaned like a wanton, whispering his name, begging for more, begging him to end it because the pleasure was more than she could bear.

  He wriggled his tongue against her clitoris and she thrashed under his mouth. Reaching up, he grasped her nipples in his fingers and rubbed. Heat flashed through her and a powerful climax exploded within her body.

  The strong, pulsing waves of pleasure were still moving through her when he stood, lifted her buttocks with powerful hands and surged into her with his massive cock. Mercy, having him inside her while she was still throbbing with her climax was a miracle of delight. She moaned his name, whispering the naughty word her husband had taught her. “Fuck me, Rob. Fuck me hard.”

  He thrust into her over and over, tireless, while her pussy pulsed and throbbed around him. She rose to another effortless climax, even stronger than the first. Finally he stilled and groaned, then released while he was balls-deep inside her.

  Afterward he lay beside her and gathered her close, stroking her back lovingly. “You had never experienced that before?” he whispered.

  “Never.”

  A smile lingered on his face. “So the pupil has become the teacher.”

  There is much we could learn together…if only our time were not at an end.

  The two climaxes he’d given her had drained her. She fell asleep in his arms.

  Sometime duri
ng the night, she thought he whispered, “I love you.” Then the window opened and he was gone.

  Chapter Four

  Too many of our modern-day young people discount love when they search for a partner. Marrying for property or coin is a soulless proposition that leads to unhappiness. The only true currency between husband and wife is devotion. The only true basis for marriage is love.

  Professor Woodcock’s Guide to Success and Happiness in Marital Relations (1st edition, 1893)

  Heavy-eyed and heavy-hearted, Rob rose late. He knew he had to make thirty miles today in order to reach Akron in time for his lecture later in the week, but he lingered as he fed and watered the horses.

  Restless, he decided to have breakfast in town before departing. As he tied the horses to a hitching post in front of the Sunrise Café, Fine breakfasts for two bits, he saw a woman hurrying toward him. It took him a moment to recognize the seamed face of Annie, the servant at Vanessa’s house.

  “Professor! I must speak to you!” She clutched his arm.

  “What is it?” He caught his breath, afraid of what she would tell him. “Is something wrong with Van—with Mrs. d’Aulaire?”

  She nodded, tears shining in her old eyes. “Her parents came home this morning. They received a telegram from Mrs. Johnson next door. She claimed she saw a man entering Mrs. d’Aulaire’s bedroom last night.”

  Rob’s heart plummeted. So he had been seen. He cursed himself, blaming his selfish lust for their exposure.

  “Was it you, Professor?” Annie’s gaze demanded an answer.

  He nodded, not bothering to deny it. “Is her stepfather angry?”

  “Angry! He near collapsed in an apoplexy! Lord above, how that man can rant and rave!” She stared up at him fiercely. “You lusting dog! You’ve had your way with her and now you’re going to leave town, is that right? You menfolk are all alike!”

  “You have it all wrong!” he burst out. “I love her. But how can I ask a wealthy woman like Vanessa to be my wife?”

  Annie drew a sharp breath. “Wealthy!” She stared at him as though he were a lunatic, already certified and headed toward the asylum. “Poor Miss Vanessa has nothing!”