1 comments/ 13326 views/ 2 favorites Into His Eyes By: AndySchmidd She looked into his eyes and saw the long desire there. No wonder! If he were on the up-and-up, he hadn't had sex in five years! She knew that after their previous times together, he usually jacked-off (what else would explain his long showers?) While that might help his desperate need, she knew it wasn't the same as fucking and right now he needed a good, fast fuck even more than did she. Well, she'd wanted to fuck him since that first night they'd spent together. When he made no attempt to seduce her then, getting no more physical than a friendly snuggle when she was sleeping beside him in his own bed, she was afraid he might be gay. Not that she had a problem with gay. Not, unless that is, it was a guy she wanted to fuck. She'd seduced a gay guy once and it hadn't worked out well. Not at all. For either of them. That encounter defined, she considered, 'awkward.' Her thoughts returned to the guy in front of her and the times she'd slept next to him. Next to, not 'with!' She had asked him about his past. He told her about it, bit by bit, but she sensed that he'd left something out. Later, he'd explained about his fiancée and she kind of understood. When her own marriage had broken up, her response had been to ramp-up her sexual activity whereas this guy had withdrawn from it. From almost everything, it seemed. It was time he plunged back in! She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. The contact sent an electric thrill through her, causing her nipples to stiffen and her crotch to tingle. She was surprised when he put one arm around her head and drew her closer to him. He wrapped the other around her waist and pulled them tight together. She could feel his own arousal. Much as she needed a good fucking, she knew that tonight would have to be all about him. He needed this so very badly. No matter. There would be more than enough time for her to get what she needed. She had plans to spend a lot of time fucking this guy. A lot. God! He was so excited he was trembling! She knew she had that sort of effect on her partners but she didn't fool herself that this was all about her. For him, this had to be as much about sex as it was about sex with her. Still, she loved the inexpert way he mashed his mouth to hers. His tongue was a bit forceful. She would have to teach him how to kiss her properly. All in good time. For now she was content to nibble his lower lip and stroke his tongue with hers. He broke off kissing and, placing his hands on her shoulders pulled back, looking straight into her startlingly blue eyes. "Umm, Cin?" he started. "Yes?" She wondered what he might be about to say. "I didn't know what to expect this weekend." He hesitated. "And?" she encouraged. "I'm not . . . prepared. . . for this." He seemed embarrassed. "I didn't bring any. . ." For an instant she thought he meant he wasn't ready to have sex with her but then she understood. He hadn't brought any condoms along. Well, no problem. She didn't know a guy who liked to use them anyway. She was on the pill and she was very careful to steer clear of STDs. "No worries, I've got it covered," she assured him with a broad grin that showed off her gleaming, carefully cared-for teeth. In that moment she was beautiful. He embraced her again, smiling as he did so. He slid his hand under her loose blousy top and pulled her camisole from her jeans. Then his broad, strong hand was on the small of her back, pulling her even more tightly to him. She loved the feel of that. She was ready to give him anything he wanted. Well, maybe not anything. She wouldn't let him hurt her, not intentionally. She drew the line at pain. As far as she was concerned there was nothing sexy about that! He pulled his other hand away from caressing the back of her head and moved it to the buttons of her blouse. He fumbled for a moment before, in frustration, he ripped the remaining buttons open. She found this unexpectedly arousing so when he reached to pull her camisole over her head she didn't cooperate. She refused to raise her arms but moaned just enough to let him know she liked what he was doing. He finally took the hint and grabbing the top of her camisole with both hands gave a mighty yank. What might have been a very erotic moment dissolved into comedy as the camisole firmly refused to rip. Reaching across herself, she grabbed the hem of the camisole in her hands and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Now was the moment of truth. She rarely bothered with a bra; there was simply no need. The soft swell of her chest needed no support. She'd seen the picture of his fiancée, the one who died, and was acutely aware that her own small breasts were not the equal to that woman's. She had had lovely, large breasts if his drawing was accurate. He looked at her appraisingly. He had loved his Linda's large, soft breasts with their very large areolae and big, dark nipples but that didn't mean that he was hung-up on breasts. The pair in front of him looked beautiful too. These nipples were surprisingly large and feminine atop the slight swell of her breasts. Their bright pink contrasted sharply with her pale skin. He reached and delicately traced a finger around the bumps of her right areola, bumps which made her own excitement unmistakable. She was surprised how carefully he traced around her nipple without ever touching it. Often, she didn't like to have guys touch her nipples. Most were too rough and in too much of a hurry. For a guy who hadn't had sex in half a decade, his approach to her body was unexpectedly leisurely. She was pleased to see that she had been right about him. He was a good guy, if shy. She reached for the collar of his flannel shirt with both of her hands and pulled sharply, tearing it open in a shower of buttons. At this he laughed. God! She loved his laugh. They stood there a moment, topless, examining each other's unfamiliar flesh in the receding twilight. Then he fell to his knees and, placing one big hand on each of her buns, he pulled her to him. He softly kissed the curves of her nearly-flat tummy, finally nuzzling her navel, which she loved. She nearly melted when he drew his tongue over the same skin. The warm, broad, wet strokes so close to her hungry pussy caused her to react and she felt the beginnings of the wetness she needed for fucking. She worked her way down on her knees and began to undo his belt buckle. She had wondered so long what kind of cock this guy had. She had noticed the bulge at his crotch many times and even felt his erection against her buns when she slept in his bed so she had some idea of what she was getting. Still, she had never seen it 'in the flesh' and was eager to satisfy her curiosity. He reciprocated, undoing the button of her designer jeans and lowering the zipper. She wriggled around to help him get the jeans past her hips and he pulled them down as far as he could with her kneeling. She stood to take them the rest of the way off. She stood before him wearing only the simple turquoise cotton briefs that she favored under jeans. If she'd known that tonight would be the night when they finally got to fuck, she would have gone with something sexier, silkier, for sure. He rose too and had no complaints whatever about her underwear. Her underpants clung alluringly to her gorgeous bottom and hugged the perfect curve of her hips. He started to reach for her waistband but she signaled 'no,' and reached again for his jeans. She pulled his down his narrower hips and noted that he was wearing boxers. As the jeans slid down, his eager erection sprang free, poking out from the opening in his shorts. She lowered herself to her knees once more so that she could keep working his jeans down his legs and looked at the dick in front of her face. Nothing special in the length department, as she had surmised, but it was nice and fat. It looked so inviting right in front of her face that she leaned forward and kissed it. For her troubles she was rewarded with his loud, appreciative moan. "Oh, Linda!" She couldn't expect him to last too long so she just focused on making him feel good. She ripped his boxers open, tearing them down one leg and them the other. Ripping off his clothes was a surprising turn on. She'd had urgent sex many times but this was the first time she'd made a point of ripping clothing and she found it exciting. She returned her attentions to that nice fat dick and began to run her tongue around the shaft, following along each vein and circling the rim of the head. When she reached the sensitive underside, she just trilled her tongue over it for a while. All of this was done to the accompaniment of his moans of delight. She knew he needed this more than she did. She put one hand on his ass, which was not quite so firm or as small as she liked and stroked and squeezed. With the other she fondled his balls. She ran her tongue around the head of his prick a few more times before opening her mouth as wide as she could and engulfing him, head and shaft. Involuntarily, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her forward, forcing her to bring his whole dick into her hot mouth. The sight of his dick once more inside a woman's mouth was incredible. He loved the way her cheeks sunk in and out as she sucked him. She brought her hand from his bun and grabbed the base of his shaft. She didn't intend to tease him on this first time but she didn't want it to be over too quickly. Once, she'd blown a guy who came in about 30 seconds. He was so humiliated that he left and they never spoke to one another again. She wasn't gonna let this guy feel humiliated, not tonight. She pumped her head up and down his shaft, faster and faster, taking her cues from the guttural noises he was making. Oh, yes! He was enjoying her ministrations. She was glad that they had each showered shortly before this began. She liked to be squeaky clean for sex (though a sloppy, sweaty quickie had its own charms) and wanted her partners to be the same. She quickened her strokes, feeling the underside of his dick slide over her tongue. For his part, he could not believe how great her mouth felt. He and his Linda had experimented with oral sex but neither had experience and they had precious little time together to gain more. He'd thought that she gave the most amazing blowjobs but this Linda really knew what she was doing. He supposed she should. He figured that she'd had enough guys before, from what she said. That momentary intrusion almost spoiled the moment but the girl at his waist would not let his mind drift too far from the subject at hand. She increased her suction, lubricating the process with her anxious salivation. He felt the familiar tension reaching the point of no return and was briefly uncomfortable since he didn't exactly know the protocol here. "Umm, Cin?" he gasped. "I'm gonna. . ." She knew exactly what was going on and she was ready for it. She kept her mouth firmly latched on his fat prick as she pistoned up and down the shaft and fondled his aching nuts. She loved the feel of a guy's nuts in her hand and thought the way they tightened up inside him as a guy was about to come was thrilling. She tightened her grip on his shaft just a little and redoubled her efforts. He worked hard at holding back. He didn't want her to think he was a pig who thought only of himself but as she continued her oral assault all such considerations faded. He felt his orgasm take hold and instinctively bucked his hips, fucking her face with abandon as he spewed great gobs of come into her mouth. She was ready for it but almost gagged anyway at the volume. She couldn't remember a guy who'd filled her up this way. She swallowed as she continued to suck and he continued to come. Each spasmodic jerk of his hips sent his prick against the back of her throat and spewed a little more jism down it. She never really cared for the taste of semen, though some of her friends claimed to love it. She simply though that if you were gonna blow a guy you did it right and that meant that you didn't stop just before he was ready and then finish him off by hand. Not unless that's the way he wanted it. No. if you were gonna blow a guy, you were gonna swallow his load. She gulped hard to clear some of his spunk away. It seemed an eternity before he quit grunting and slowly withdrew from her mouth. She swallowed hard to help get the taste out of her mouth and then reached for her glass of Zinfandel that was sitting on the chest table. She swished it around her mouth discretely before swallowing it down. 'Wine and jizz.' She thought. 'Maybe they should throw a wine and jizz tasting party! Now THERE was an interesting idea.' She was pleased to see that he was still more than half-hard. She liked to see some stamina in her lovers if they came so quickly. He gave a loud, heavy sigh. "That was incredible, Cin! The best!" He collapsed onto the couch and stared at the embers in the fireplace, working to catch his breath. "Your turn. What can I do for you?" In reply, Linda walked over in front of him and slowly peeled off her turquoise briefs. He sighed appreciatively as her thicket of honey-colored pubic hair came into view. She kept her crotch neat but didn't go for the pre-pubescent hairless look that was becoming popular. A woman should look like a woman. She turned slowly in place, favoring him with a fine view of her amazing ass. It was, without a doubt, her best feature, what caused guys to drool for her. Besides, it was her favorite feature too, next to her clit. She loved to have her partners stoke and caress her firm buns. She came forward and climbed onto the couch, straddling him on her knees. She put one hand on his shoulder as she leaned to kiss him, more eagerly than before, if such a thing were possible. With the other, she reached inside herself and gathered some of the pungent secretions of her arousal. She then brought her finger under his nose and rubbed it across his upper lip. The aroma of her sex hit him like a shot. It was as though someone had wired his nose to his dick. As soon as the sharp, distinctive odor of cunt hit his nostrils, his dick returned to full attention. She noted this fact with pleasure and moved forward to position her aching twat over his fat prick. She grabbed him with her free hand and guided him to the slick outer lips of her desperate cunt. As soon as she placed that fat head against her lips, he thrust upward, impaling her on his cock. She wriggled around until her clit was rubbing just a bit against him as he thrust into her. She worked to match her rhythm with his and soon she was fucking him just as she had wanted to. She loved the way his prick stretched her cunt. He stuck his thumb in his mouth to get it thoroughly slick with saliva and then reached to give her clit some attention. He pressed gently, letting her motion determine the speed and pressure of his attentions. He was amazed to feel how large her clit was. It was a swollen marble of a nub. He bent forward and gently began to suckle her left breast, circling the nipple softly with his tongue. Like her clit, this too was bigger and harder than he had expected before he'd seen her naked. It was now Linda's turn to grunt and moan. She truly loved sex and had a fairly easy time achieving orgasm. She knew several friends who had difficulty and she really felt sorry for them. A few, she had taught how to come more easily but some just couldn't get there no matter what, it seemed and that was a shame. Right now, her mind was filled with the thought that she was finally fucking this guy and it was turning out better than she'd expected for their first time together. She concentrated on the feel of his hard, thick prick sliding in and out of her slippery passage and on the gentle circles his thumb was drawing around her clit. The feel of his mouth on her breast was good too. He was suckling her eagerly but carefully. Had she been able to think about it, she'd have realized that he had no problem with the size of her tits. He was loving them as much as he had loved his Linda's much fuller ones. He had both hands on her hips now, helping her bounce all the way up until his head almost popped out and then sliding quickly down his dick again. She was into the moment and glad that she'd sucked him off before they started fucking. He just might last long enough for her to come. At the thought, she tightened her grip on his dick, loving the feeling. He was so surprised by the force of her contraction that for a moment, he thought maybe she'd squeezed him with her hand. But no, this was hotter and wetter than any hand. This was the cunt of an experienced lover. In and out, up and down, they danced the ancient dance until long after the setting of the sun had left the living room dark. Even the fire was almost out and still they fucked. Her blonde tresses were slick against her scalp from the sweat of her exertion as she worked to bring herself off. Finally, she began to make those strange, visceral chuffing sounds that signaled her impending orgasm. Although he didn't know their significance yet, he soon would find that sound both arousing and rewarding. Though the room was cool, the sweat continued to pour from them as they banged away. Linda at last brushed his thumb aside and brought her own fingers to her engorged clit, rubbing it far less gently than he would have dared. Nor would she have let him treat her so roughly. Only she knew just the perfect combination of pressure and speed to trigger her orgasm, made all the better by the thick rod ploughing up her cunt. Her breath became more ragged, each exhalation louder and more forceful as she neared the peak she had worked towards for so long. "Oh! Oh oh oh OH!! YESSSSS!!!" she cried out as at last it came over her. She bucked up and down, clenching him tightly with her pussy muscles as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her. The feeling was so wonderful on his dick that he almost came again, but she had drained him so well earlier that he had nothing left just yet. She continued to bounce up and down on his lap, slowing as each successive peak grew weaker. At last, she'd had enough and clutching him tightly in her arms laid her head on his shoulder. It was a surprisingly intimate move for her. Typically, once she had come with a guy, she was through, no longer wishing for company. Somehow, this guy, right now, was different. She let out a long, low sigh. She was content. For now. "I love. . .this." he whispered into her ear. He had almost said 'you' but caught himself in the nick of time. Telling her that she loved him didn't work out too well. But whether or not he loved her, he surely loved fucking her. She turned her head and whispered back, "I love it too." They sat that way for several minutes until the chill of the room on their bare skin became noticeable. She was amused that he remained hard inside her. Of course, he hadn't come that time. All the same, he was as horny as an eighteen-year old and she liked that. She gave his dick occasional squeezes with her pussy as a kind of reward. At last he gave her a pat on the thigh that she understood to mean it was time to get off him. She rose up on her knees, a little awkwardly, until he was almost out of her. He complemented her motion and his erection made a distinct plopping sound as his head pulled past her lips. She moved to allow him to get up and gazed appreciatively at that lovely prick, now glistening with her juices. The sight was irresistible so she bent over and drew him into her mouth. She swallowed almost the whole thing, continuing down until his pubic hair was tickling her lips. She sucked and licked with a will. She loved sucking a cock fresh from the pussy and found the flavor of pussy juice to be very sexy, delicious even. Into His Eyes He groaned in appreciation of her attention and concentrated on enjoying the sensations. After all the screwing, he was nearly ready to come again. He stopped her after a couple of minutes since he didn't want to come just yet. She didn't mind. Her jaw was a little sore from accommodating his girth and she had sucked up all of her sweet pussy juice anyway. She leaned over to kiss him, treating him to a good taste of her twat. The effect was electric. That's what he wanted now, to taste her cunt. He hummed his pleasure at her kiss but finally broke it off. The room was now too cold to continue uncovered. "Gotta put more wood on the fire or we'll freeze." "Thanks," she offered and then rose and stretched languidly in the darkness. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that afforded such a great view of the tall pines and fir that surrounded their little A-frame cabin. Well, not so little. In ski season, many people called it a 'chalet.' The full moon shone through a break in the clouds. Through the trees, she could just make out the moonlight glinting off the lake. She thought back to the way he had played with her breasts and then suckled them so sweetly. "I guess he likes my tits anyway," she thought to herself and smiled just a bit. She was self-conscious about her breasts. Then she wondered, "Does he like my ass?" She wasn't sure. There would be plenty of time to find out. She smiled her wry smile again. She watched as he stacked wood in the fireplace, fanning the coals until the smaller kindling began to burn, then adding larger and larger pieces. It was certainly unusual to see someone do this without any clothes on. She noted that with this activity, his erection had subsided. "Watch out for those sparks," she warned. Couldn't have him putting anything important out of commission. She loved watching him bend over to poke the coals. Yes, his butt was a bit bigger than she generally found arousing but it was his and she found him arousing. She moved towards the large hearth rug and lay down. When he turned around, he was greeted by her upturned ass. She was up on her knees, lying with her cheek and breasts against the soft wool. The sight of her slightly gaping pussy with its honey-colored hair matted from their earlier exertions was extraordinarily arousing to him and the invitation was unmistakable. A drop of her creamy white secretions glistened at the bottom of her inner lips. Just in case he missed her intentions, she gave her butt a sexy wiggle, turning her head a bit to try to see if he understood. He understood alright. His erection had returned in force. In a moment he was on his knees behind her, pushing his hard prick against her slippery lips. His aim was more eager than accurate so she reached back to guide him in. She gasped as he plunged recklessly deep into her and began to pump furiously. He gripped her hips and rocked her back and forth in time with his thrusts. This is just what she wanted, a good hard fuck that was just a little bit rough. The firelight and moonlight made everything visible but not bright. He loved the sight of his dick sliding in and out between the lips of her pussy. That, and her asshole winking up at him as she clenched her pelvic muscles in rhythm with his thrusts. The feel of her cunt tightening hard on his dick was incredible. He moved one hand to her buns and squeezed and stroked them. Then he moved his finger to the cute valley between her alluring buns and slowly circled her anus, feeling the brassy hairs that sprang from among the ridges of her starry pucker. He'd never touched his Linda in this way but found it oddly exciting. For her part, she loved having her buns and asshole played with and moaned very sexily to encourage his endeavors. "Your back is beautiful," he told her, "and your ass is amazing." He rubbed her anus a little more firmly to emphasize the point and she moaned in response. She loved to hear him compliment her but only growled, "Fuck . . . me . . . harder, you . . . fine . . . bastard!" He quickened his stroke and she reached behind to play with her swollen clit. After a few minutes of this stimulation, she began to make the ragged chuffing sounds that he would soon recognize as the harbinger of her orgasms. He wetted his thumb in his mouth and placed it firmly against her asshole, pressing against it but not entering. He pumped faster and faster, slapping his thighs against her lovely ass cheeks, his prick in her pussy making sexy squelching sounds as it slammed in and out of that hot sheath. The extra stimulation was all that she needed and she came again in intense, spasmodic waves of pleasure. Her pussy gripped his dick even harder than it had before and the sensation almost made him come too. He continued to pump away through her orgasm, slowing as her breath slowed into generous gulps of air. "Mmmmm," she approved, "that feels wonderful." She paused, realizing something. "But you didn't come." "I will, don't worry," he replied as he continued to stroke in and out of her. She clenched and unclenched her pussy, as though trying to milk the come out of him and it felt great. She loved to be fucked while she came down off her orgasm. Suddenly, he withdrew all the way with a loud, wet plop! "Wha. . .?" she asked. "Don't you wanna come?" "Not just yet." He had other plans and bent down, bringing his face close to her pouting pussy, drinking in the heady aroma of her sex. He gave her full outer lips a tentative lick, feeling the wiry hairs slide under his tongue. He explored for a few minutes, encouraged by the sounds coming from her throat. The position was a bit awkward for all that he wanted to do so he started to roll her over onto her back. She resisted his efforts. "What? What do you want me to do?" she asked sharply. "Lie on your back," he answered, just a tad defensively. "Then say so, ok?" she instructed as she complied with his desire. She arched her back to raise her pussy up a little and planted her feet wide on the hearth rug. It was a very sexy, alluring pose that showed off the soft slick pinkness of her pussy to best advantage. She was still very excited and her lips were swollen and still somewhat parted from all that fucking. They protruded nicely from among their nest of honey-colored hair. Some women as pale and blonde as she had sparse, downy pubic hair but hers was thick and curly. She kept herself neatly trimmed but she loved her pubes and liked to see a nice bit of fur on a cunt. She shaved her pits, of course and her legs too but she drew the line at her pussy. To her, pussy hair looked properly feminine. She was glad that he seemed to like it too, though she supposed that if he asked, she might shave for him. His tongue running up and down her inner lips recalled her attention. She was frustrated that, as turned-on as she was, her lubrication had begun to run out. Sometimes she almost gushed when she was this aroused. Maybe it was the chill. She was glad that he wasn't fucking her any more. Her vagina needed a little break. In this position, he had much easier access to her fat clit. He brought his tongue near it, circling widely around it but not touching her clit itself. It was, she realized, the same way he approached her nipples. For a guy who hadn't had sex in so long, he was sure patient. This pleased her. He had never seen such a prominent clitoris and wondered if it were more sensitive or less sensitive than his Linda's had been. He left her clit for the moment and returned to her inner lips, finally plunging his tongue inside her, lapping up what remained of her earthy, tangy juices. He had forgotten how a pussy tasted and thought hers had a sharper and tangier flavor than his Linda's had. He reveled in it just the same. She loved the attention and moaned accordingly, encouraging him to keep going. He sensed she was growing a little frustrated and resumed circling her clit in ever tighter circles until at last he flicked his tongue across it. She jumped at that, so strong was the jolt that went from her clit down her vagina and up to her nipples. He dipped a finger into her pussy that was once again growing wet as he nibbled gently at her clit, sucking ever so softly. This was driving her wild but it was not just with pleasure. Good as his attentions felt, he was just missing whatever it took to bring her off yet again. He lapped up and down her pussy in broad wet strokes before returning to lap at her clit. He remembered she liked to diddle herself hard and fast so he increased the speed of his licking, and the pressure. 'That,' she thought, 'is more like it!' She let out a long, guttural moan. He just might get it right after all. She continued to make encouraging, appreciative noises. She wasn't usually this noisy but she didn't want him giving up in frustration before she could come. He was beginning to feel the urgent need of another orgasm himself but he was exulting in the sights, sounds, scents and flavors of her pussy and that kept him to the task at hand. At last she began to make those chuffing sounds. She was a master of the fake orgasm but tonight there was nothing fake about hers. She was coming and she loved it. As she reached her peak, he sucked a bit more roughly on her clit, drawing it into his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against it. Her thighs were quivering against his ears and her belly became so taught it was almost pebbly-looking as she clenched every muscle. At that moment, he withdrew his well-lubricated finger from her cunt and pressed it firmly against the wrinkled ring, insistently forcing his way into her bottom. She couldn't believe he had figured her out. The anal stimulation, coupled with his efforts on her clit brought her to the most intense orgasm she had had yet tonight. Maybe the best in quite a while. She bucked and thrust against his face and he struggled to hold onto her clit. Her bottom clenched tight around his finger, so it was going nowhere but he lost contact with her clit. That was okay by her. It was now way too sensitive to take any more but she loved the way he stroked his tongue up and down her inner lips before moving to her outer ones. She continued to gasp and twitch under his tender attentions and when he withdrew his finger, another little orgasm hit her. She gabbed herself behind each knee and rolled her bottom upward, hoping he'd take her meaning. He had no experience with this but at that moment it seemed the most natural thing in the world to move his tongue downward, following her pussy lips until they met at her asshole. He circled and lapped at the ridges and hairs much as he had at her clit. His licking drove her wild and she had several more little orgasms before she finally began to come down from her high. She relaxed her legs, letting them go and stretching them out before the fire, basking in the warmth from without and within. He could tell that she was through with his attentions for the time being and crawled up from between her thighs, positioning himself to straddle her hips, his fat erection pointing straight at her. "Come on me," she whispered throatily, "come all over me." He reached for his prick with a familiar grip and began stroking himself. Linda loved to watch a guy jerk himself off and reached down with one hand so her long fingers could fondle those balls. She was amused to see how scrunched up his face got as he worked to make himself come. She brushed one finger back, around his asshole. He found the sensation unexpectedly pleasant. Not orgasmic in any way, but nice along with the building sensations of orgasm. She grinned up at him, drinking in the sexy sight of his fist pumping up and down his cock so fast that it was a blur in the firelight. He had lowered himself just a bit and his balls were brushing her clit. Even though it was a bit over-used now, she liked the feeling. All at once he came with a massive grunting groan. She laughed as streams of the stuff hit her breasts and even her face. Just to turn him on, she opened her mouth wide, as if to catch some there. To her amazement, his next spurt hit her across the lips, a few drops winding up on her tongue. He spurted a few more times, with less force each time, before he was done. She appraised his work and saw come splatters up and down her chest and belly. Wild. She gathered some of his semen from the almost imperceptible valley between her breasts and made a show of licking her fingers, finally popping them into her mouth to suck them clean. As she expected, this little performance turned him on. She could see his deflating prick twitch when she did this. She repeated the show with another scoop of jism. He rolled off her and onto the rug, flat on his back, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Linda, feeling a tad guilty that he'd had to jerk himself off moved to lean over him and began to lick his dick. "God! I love the taste of your spunk!" she lied. She knew that saying so was a major turn-on and she wanted to please him. She hadn't expected to be taken care of at all tonight and here she'd had three delicious orgasms already. She drew his soft member into her warm, wet mouth and carefully laved every bit of it with her gentle tongue. The sounds he made indicated that he liked what she was doing. What guy wouldn't? She took another gulp from her wineglass, again discretely swirling it around her mouth before swallowing it. She didn't mind swallowing come for a guy but that didn't mean that she really cared for the flavor. He grew semi-erect under her continued ministrations but it would be a little while before he was ready to fuck again. He reached for her and pulled him to her. She raised her face to his and they kissed, eagerly, urgently at first. Then they moved to softer, more leisurely lip wrestling. Teasing their tongues across one another's mouths. She stopped momentarily, reaching across him and opening the chest table to get a blanket. In the process, she knocked her wineglass onto the floor. She was glad that she had nearly drained it and that it fell towards the couch -- the little bit left in it would leave no stain on the hearth rug. At last, though the night was rather young, they fell asleep, exhausted from their mating. She drew the blanket over them and returned to his embrace. Linda only rarely slept with her lovers. That seemed to her much too intimate an experience. Sleeping together, actually sleeping, implied a commitment she wasn't ready to make. Nevertheless, she snuggled against his shoulder and accepted his embrace. He awoke a couple of hours later, aware of his erection nestled between her lovely buns. The fire was again only embers and the room had grown chilly. He brushed aside her blonde locks and gently nuzzled the nape of her neck with his lips, trying to keep them soft. He loved just barely brushing the sparse, downy hairs that covered her pale skin. She stirred in response to his attentions. He wanted to pull the blanket back, to study her in the moonlight and learn every bit of her body. It was too cool to do that though, so he contented himself with tactile exploration. He stroked one hand around her pretty little breasts and trailed on down past her navel to the ever-so-slight swell of her belly. He drew his fingers across the top of her pubic triangle, wondering if he dare explore further in that direction. As he did this, she flexed her buns, gently squeezing his stiff prick. "Hmmmm," she encouraged him. He moved his hand downward, gently stroking her sex. She responded with favorable noises and he continued to gently caress her outer lips before moving inward. When at last he did, he discovered that she was still quite wet down there. This thought, coupled with the stimulation she was giving his prick between her buns, filled him with a single purpose. He pulled away from her enough that he could roll her onto her back. She seemed a little surprised by the sudden shift in positions but complied willingly. He clambered between her milky thighs and began to search for her opening with the tip of his dick. Excited as he was, he managed to control himself this time, not thrusting forward until he felt his fat cockhead meet against her inner lips. They wiggled their hips in a mutual attempt to afford him entrance and it worked. She sighed as he pushed past her lips and into her waiting cunt. As soon as he felt that, instinct took over and he thrust hard, sinking balls-deep into her slick pussy. He vigorously pumped in and out of her, taking no notice of her reactions, guided only by his long pent-up desire for sex, to come in a woman. She found his eager assault exciting but knew there was no way that this session would bring her an orgasm. No matter, she'd had her share earlier. She clenched her twat tightly around his anxious cock, and began to buck her pelvis in time with his thrusts. She enjoyed this for a while but soon began to wish he'd be done. She needed to get back to sleep. She reached down and grabbed his buns, stroking and squeezing them roughly as she grunted, "Yes, yes! Come in me baby. Come inside me." At her encouragement, he quit postponing the inevitable. He began to thrust faster and more forcefully, until his ass was just a blur pounding between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him to come inside her as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles as hard as she was able. This stimulation put him over the top and he grunted out, "Here it comes! Oh, Linda, I'm coming!" This time he did not spew nearly the volume of jism as he had earlier, but the orgasm was intense and exhausting. He slowed his pumping until he was completely drained, relishing the feel of her tight, hot sheath around his shrinking dick. He lay atop her, panting, until his cock softly plopped out of her. She unclasped her legs and gave a long sigh. She had not come but she liked this fucking all the same. Now, however, she wished to sleep. Not even stopping to think about Linda, he rolled off of her and cuddled against her side, laying a leg over her own. Moments later, his breathing became slower and more rhythmic followed by the soft snoring that signaled sleep. That was fine with her and shortly thereafter, she was asleep too. She awoke at first light, refreshed but somewhat sore. She grinned to think of the cause. She had nearly despaired of getting this guy into bed but at last they had finally fucked. She felt the warm glow of satisfaction. Now that they'd gotten this far, she intended to teach him other ways she liked to fuck. She was sure his limited experience didn't include some of the games she liked to play. She tended to the fire and soon had it blazing away nicely. Then she tended to making a small breakfast of English muffins, orange juice and coffee. She cut up some of the fruit she'd bought the day before and placed that around the muffins. Then she carried a tray with their plates, juice, two mugs and a carafe of coffee down to the living room. She set this on the chest table by the sofa and considered her sleeping lover. He was splayed on his back, one arm flung across his eyes, his chest softly rising and falling under the blanket. Cool as it had been earlier, the fire had raise the temperature enough that he would soon become too warm, covered that way. She'd take care of that problem. Carefully, so as not to awaken him, she pulled the blanket off. She looked up and down his sleeping form. Not the best body she'd ever seen, but nice enough and his. She was pleased to see the stirrings of a morning erection. She really loved looking at hard cocks, feeling their firmness in her hands and mouth. She loved the way the tip of a dick felt under her tongue and his was no exception. In fact, fat as it was, she liked it better than most. She really would have to relieve him of that erection, she thought. Into His Eyes She opened her robe and let it fall from her shoulders onto the sofa. She stretched, luxuriating before the tall windows that surrounded the living room. Standing there, without a stitch on, she felt marvelous. It was a good thing, she thought, looking past the deck and into the forest, that the cabin was so secluded. There would be no one around to spy her. Not that she was opposed to putting on a show, she simply wanted to know who the audience was. In college, she'd met a man who directed porn flicks. They dated, briefly and she enjoyed the way he spent money on her. Later, he had offered her a role in one of his movies, making it sound as though he were an artist. Her exhibitionist side almost made her say 'yes.' On reflection, though, she found the idea of fucking somebody that someone else had chosen for her and doing it in front of strangers so that other strangers could watch her later was too much. After turning down his offer, she never heard from him again. She got down and crawled next to him. She bent over his crotch and softly licked her way up and down his half-hard shaft. When she reached the head, she swirled he tongue around and around it before drawing in between her lips. She salivated, generating plenty of lubrication before she swallowed him whole, once more bobbing her head up and down his lovely prick. He awoke to the most marvelous of alarms. Linda was intent on a come breakfast and she used her best tricks to get him off. He'd ejaculated just a few hours before, of course, spurting wildly into her sleepy pussy and feeling as if she had drained him completely. A bit of rest apparently topped up his tank, however. As she was sucking away, she reached to stroke his testicles, only to be surprised as he came faster and more violently that she had imagined possible. She gagged and had to pull off him to catch her breath. She grabbed his dick and kept pumping with one hand as he continued to spew all over the place. She was amazed by the distance he squirted, not giving a thought to the hearth rug. Having caught her breath, she bent over and gently lapped at his balls, using warm wet strokes with the flat of her tongue. She traced that midline of his sac down to where the back of his penis emerged from his crotch. Most guys were more sensitive there than they knew and she loved to surprise them. He was no exception and twitched and moaned as his cock spasmed unproductively, having spent its load. She then nursed on his deflating dick as if it were the last thing on earth, bringing him slowly down off his orgasmic peak. She crawled up and planted a sloppy wet kiss on his lips. When he realized where her mouth had just been, he tried to pull away, fearful of tasting his own come. This annoyed her slightly but she didn't insist. Why was it that she was expected to take a mouthful of sperm and not share it? she wondered. Guys thought nothing of having her lick their pussy juice-coated dicks. Granted, she thought pussy juice tasted hot, especially compared with spunk, but it was the principal of the thing. Nevertheless, she let him slide on this one. There would be time to teach him everything she wanted him to know, she felt certain. She was caught by surprise when he grabbed her wrists and forced her onto her back. She hadn't expected this assertiveness but she found it entirely tolerable. Still pinning her beneath him, he grinned down at her. "My turn!" He thought about it. If a woman willingly took a mouthful of come and then wanted a kiss, it was probably rude to deny her. He certainly expected her to kiss him when he was fresh up from her sopping slit. He bent down and kissed her on the lips, letting her move her tongue between his lips. She hadn't taken much of his semen that time -- most of it ended up on the hearth rug and his belly -- and he couldn't detect what little there was. So he let her kiss him all she wanted, which seemed to please her. When she appeared to have had enough kissing for the moment, he trailed his tongue down her chin and neck, to her breastbone. From there, he allowed it side-excursions to her turgid nipples, running it around them, savoring the texture of her areolae. He was rewarded with moans of appreciation. She actually enjoyed the way he played with her tits. She'd never known a guy who was so consistently gentle with her nipples. He had yet to simply gobble one down, sucking harder than she could stand. No, he was more careful here. She almost asked if the other Linda had taught him that but stopped herself. No point in ruining the moment by bringing her up. Besides, she figured that that Linda must have been the one. Once more he worked his way down her belly, kissing and gently licking her the while. His touch was feather light, barely grazing the downy golden hairs of her sensitive skin. When he reached her pubes, he nibbles and licked around them for what felt like an age before moving to caress her inner thighs with his gentle kisses. She trembled with anticipation though she was in no hurry for him to move on. When he moved lower, he repositioned himself for better access to her secret sights. He paused before continuing, studying her pussy. It was different than his Linda's had been. For one thing, the pussy in front of him had more prominent, cushier outer lips. While her pubic hair was quite thick and curly above, down by her lips, the golden hairs grew less densely, allowing more details to be seen. His Linda's had been so thickly adorned with dense, dark curls that almost nothing of her genitals showed until she was terribly aroused. Then her lips had become evident. Hers had been darkly pigmented along their edges whereas this Linda's lips were bright pink, just like her nipples. Come to think of it, his other Linda's nipples had been fairly dark too, atop her much larger breasts. Since this Linda was aroused, her inner lips were protruding past the outer ones, looking smoother and slicker than they would when she was not feeling like sex. Still, he knew from last night that they would become even fuller and slicker when she was really turned on. Now, her clit was still covered by its little hood but when he had eaten her last night, it had been impossible to miss. He studied her more closely. Her cunt lips seemed to continue past the opening of her pussy, all the way to her anus. His Linda's had stopped, leaving a space that was neither twat nor anus, which she referred to as her 'taint.' She had explained that this was because, "'t'ain't front and 't'ain't back." He gently kissed his way inward from her thighs to her outer lips, using more pressure than he had on her thighs but not too much. He spent plenty of time going all over the less-sensitive parts of her pussy, building her arousal before moving to her inner lips and clit. His efforts elicited delighted moans from his bedmate. She felt he pussy dampen in anticipation and she loved the feeling. She was enjoying his unhurried attention but was beginning to get impatient, wanting to feel his tongue on her more sensitive spots. "I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years!" she exclaimed excitedly, hoping to reassure and encourage her eager lover. "That's not what I said. You asked about my last girlfriend," he answered. She pause a moment, taken aback by his response. "You haven't been fucking whores, have you?" she asked, seriously concerned for his and her health. "No, no sex-for-hire arrangements," he stated firmly. "One-night stands?" she asked, a bit too interestedly. "Something like that!" he responded, clearly annoyed to be distracted from the far more interesting activity they were still, he hoped, engaged in. She laughed and was surprised how lovingly it came out. She kinda wanted to be annoyed at the idea that he'd 'cheated' with another woman. Then again, she knew that such conventional ideas she claimed not to hold. Hell, she wanted to be free to fuck whomsoever she was interested in; why shouldn't he? Of course, it was his aura of innocence that she found most intriguing about him. It was distressing to imagine that he was less 'virginal' than she had fantasized about. "Damn!" did he have sex with other people?" She assumed that 'people' meant 'female,' and in this, she was correct. He was open minded enough to accept his gay friends (he hadn't know they were gay way back when and it had required some effort for him to maintain an accepting attitude. Yet, in deference to his friendships, he had managed to do it. Al the same, he recalled no interest in any person ho was not clearly a sexually mature female. For now, it was the female sex in front of him that captivated his attentions, Linda's sex! He noticed her lips and clit grow as she became more excited and saw a drop of her creamy secretions glisten between her lips. He moved in to gently lap it up, running his tongue lightly up her slippery slit until he just barely flicked her clit. She jerked at the unexpected sensation, thrusting her pelvis upward, involuntarily forcing her pussy to his mouth. God! She loved getting head! Encouraged by her enthusiastic response, he began to pay more attention to her clit, including it as he ran his tongue all over her twat. She gasped when he thrust his tongue between her folds and as deep as it would go into her vagina. She was even more pleased as he ran it all over the inner parts that he could reach. Nice as it was, she wanted something else. "Okay. Enough waiting. Go ahead and suck my clit. Please?" She was squirming and bucking under his mouth as her pussy flexed and throbbed. He was eager to comply and began to suckle her shiny pink marble. He was excited enough now that he forgot about being super gentle and sucked a trifle harder than he meant to, dragging her clit across his lower teeth. The rougher sensation was fine by her and she squealed her delight at it. In response, he resumed sucking and lapping at her more vigorously, occasionally nipping her gently with his teeth. He thrust two fingers inside her and felt her clench her pussy on them hard. He searched around, trying to find an especially sensitive spot that his Linda had loved to have stimulated. He wasn't sure he succeeded but this Linda was so into the oral sex that it might not have mattered. More by accident that design, he left off her clit just before she reached her peak. He lapped lovingly at all her folds and recesses. "Oh,. . . you . . . bastard!" she laughed at his shift in attention. She was frustrated and pleased at the same time. She had wanted to come and she had wanted to prolong this treat. He recognized the teasing in her voice and looked up from his work long enough to ask, "What should I do?" "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she commanded. He was only too glad to do as she asked. He was ready and able as he crawled up her sweat-slicked body and positioned his cock at her seeping hole. He looked down into her eyes and she nodded as he put that nice fat head between her swollen lips. "Fuck me hard," she begged. "I . . . need a hard, . . . abrasive . . . fuck." She gasped out, "Now!" Who was he to refuse her request. He plunged right in like an eager beginner, which he almost was, with her anyway. He just kept pounding away, thrusting in and out of her as her breathing became more ragged. "Faster. Faster you bastard." He tried to give her what she wanted but he was beginning to tucker out. He'd never fucked this much all at once in his life. Still, he was pleased to hear her begin to huff and chuff as he plunged recklessly in and out of her tight, warm, wet pussy. The sounds of their bodies slapping together drowned out the squishy noises coming from her cunt as he plowed it so deeply. She shifted into a position that brought her clit up against his pubic bone and let out a grunt of pleasure as she did so. He kept up his furious pounding, happy to hear the sounds of her pleasure. She was far more vocal than his Linda had been and it turned him on. When he thought about it after, he considered that maybe it was because they never enjoyed a truly private, secluded space in which to make as much love as they wanted to. Beneath him, this sexy blonde was thrashing like a mad woman, squeezing his cock so hard it was almost difficult to thrust in and out, not that he minded. The feeling was wonderful. Linda fell into the syncopated, spasmodic breathing that was the prelude to her orgasm. He redoubled his speed, which seemed to be what she needed. Her noises spurred on his thrusting as his thrusts made her chuff harder and faster. Just when he thought he might have to stop from exhaustion, she came with a violent spasm that wracked her whole body. If she was faking it, he thought, she was great at it. Then again, she had been an actress. Fortunately for his delicate male ego, she wasn't faking. She loved to come and despite everything, found it easy to do so. She liked sex. She liked orgasms. She liked this guy too. She was amazed at how well he fucked, all things considered. He continued to move inside of her, but more gently and less urgently than before. She loved what his cock felt like in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Wow!" he said just a bit smugly, "You sound like you really enjoyed that." "I did. Believe it, buddy," she responded. She meant that too. She really liked fucking him but no need to let him get too full of himself. "But wait to you see me really come." She smiled as she said it and a bead of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and onto her cheek, just by her small scar. "Hey!" "Sorry." He moved to back away. "Oh no you don't!" She reached down and grabbed for his cock, which was still as hard as ever. "You didn't come," she stated firmly. "We'll have to do something about that." Nice as the idea sounded, he didn't think his poor penis was up for more ejaculating just now. "But I just did." It sounded plaintive, almost pleading. She continued stroking him, more because she loved the feel of his dick in her hands than because she really expected him to come again so soon after his last fountain of orgasm. "Well, Okay." She flipped over, working her head between his legs and began to lick his balls while keeping a firm grip on his shaft. God! She loved this! She loved sex in just about any way that she could get it. She teased him with her tongue as she determinedly pumped her fist up and down his dick. She has said, 'okay' but she had no intention of letting him go before he came again. Sadly for her, there was just no way that he could come just yet, much as he loved her attention. At length, she gave up. Yes, she knew a few tricks she hadn't tried on him but she was unsure of how he'd react if she licked his asshole or put a finger up there to rub his prostate. She would happily go to great lengths to make a guy come. It made her feel powerful and in control when she gave a guy and orgasm. Besides, she loved to watch people come. She especially liked it when a man came where she could watch, just like he had done this morning. She loved the squirting, gooey messs a guy made when he came. It just seemed so sexy to her. She kissed the head of his dick before rising. Before she put her robe back on, she wiggled her bottom at him and turned to see the lust in her eyes. 'He does like my butt!' she thought, smiling. As much as he loved watching her move her ass that way, he was beginning to feel just a little sexed-out for now. Besides, he was hungry and said as much. "Here," she said, proffering the tray of muffins and juice. She set it down after he'd taken some and poured them each a steaming mug of coffee. Hers, she just held to warm her hands and savor the aroma but he liked strong, black coffee and finished a cup quickly. "Do you always eat breakfast naked?" she teased, knowing full well that he did not. "What do you think?" came his response through a mouthful of English muffin. "And with a raging hard-on?" She was impressed that his erection had yet to subside. She wondered if it were painful. "Only when a cute chick wiggles her ass at me." She lifted the hem of her robe and treated him to another view of her fine buns, shaking them in mock seduction. Impulsively, he reached out and gave what he meant to be a playful swat. He'd misjudged, however and his hand met her flesh with a stinging slap. "Ow!" She turned and look at him, surprised by his action. "Cut that out!" she snapped. "I do not like to be hurt. At all!" "I'm sorry, Linda. I really didn't mean to." He looked at the pink handprint appearing where he'd struck. "It was supposed to be a playful swat, not a hard smack." "You're not into that are you?" she asked seriously, "Hurting people during sex? "Cause if you are, we'll have to get you someone else. I won't take it." She dropped her robe back down and favored him with a hard, inquiring stare. He was clearly shocked by the suggestion. "God, no! really, it was an accident." He'd actually never thought about it. It simply wasn't in his range of ideas about sex. "I'd never want to hurt you!" he tried to reassure her. She seemed satisfied. "Well, okay then. But please, be careful with me. I'm up for lots of things, but not that. I'm even willing to hurt you a little, if you want, but don't hurt me." "No, no. I don't want." He was getting flustered. She sat beside him on the sofa and gently petted his penis as though it were a lap dog. This discussion had at last calmed it down, she was relieved to see, and it looked rather harmless now. He rose, saying, "I'm gonna hop in the shower." "Yeah. Do that." She smiled as she said it to reassure him that they were okay again. He relaxed a little. "Don't forget this," she called as she tossed his robe after him. It'll be cold when you get out and you'll want it." He reached to pick it up and headed down the short stairway to the bathroom. Soon, she could hear the water running in the pipes. She hummed to herself as she straightened the kitchen. She had just about finished up when she was surprised by a knock on the door. She remembered that she'd asked Janet to stop by over the weekend so they could talk about a few maintenance items. Janet was a local woman, about Linda's age, who acted as caretaker for a number of the cabins in the area. It wasn't a fat living, but it enabled her to keep living in this small, remote community and she liked it that way. She went to the door, tightening her robe around her. She knew Janet well but had no desire to treat her to a view of her naked self this morning. She saw Janet through the glass doors, standing patiently while she waited for an answer to her knock. Linda unlocked the right-hand door and opened it wide. "C'mon in." She made a sweeping gesture with her arm. Janet entered and Linda closed the door behind her. They headed to the kitchen, where they each drew up a chair by the old Formica-topped table. Linda sat on hers conventionally but Janet turned hers around and sat on it astraddle, leaning her crossed arms across the back. Janet, like Linda, was a blonde. Her hair was lighter and straight, coming almost all the way down her back so it just brushed her well-formed bottom. She was 3 or 4 inches shorter and narrower through the hips than Linda. Her breasts were larger than Linda's but not so large that she needed a bra, except when working out. Janet was proud of her body and ran several miles a day to keep in shape. Her eyes were a creamy brown and her skin a shade or two darker than Linda's. The two had known each other since before each was in high school. They'd met when Linda had first come up for summer camp across the lake. They'd hit it off okay then and had remained friends ever since, though they saw one another rarely enough. Linda poured a mug of coffee and handed it to Janet, who also took hers black. Into His Eyes They exchanged a few pleasantries and a couple of tidbits of local gossip before getting down to business. Linda had a list of minor maintenance items to go over, making sure that Janet was aware of each one. Janet assured her that she'd get everything taken care of before Linda's folks came up for Memorial day Weekend. "Of course," Linda told Janet, "I may be up here between now and then. I'll let you know so we'll have some power." "We?" Janet inquired. "I should have guessed. You came up here for sex, didn't you?" She sniffed the air ostentatiously. "I thought I smelled sex! What lucky soul have you favored with your charms this time?" She gave Linda a playful punch in the arm. Janet was surprised when Linda blushed. She didn't think the girl knew how to! Before Linda could make her reply, her house guest came stumbling into the kitchen, vigorously toweling his head. That must have kept him from hearing their conversation because he was otherwise undraped. Janet sized him up critically in the moments before he looked up and saw her. He instantly whipped the towel from his head to around his waist. As Linda had, he blushed, but much more fiercely, turning a deep red in the face. Janet simply laughed. "Well, Linda, are you going to introduce me?" Linda had regained sufficient composure to observe the standard social conventions, even if under somewhat awkward circumstances. She was pleased that he hadn't turned and fled in chagrin. She knew he was pretty uptight and he certainly was not used to meeting strange women when he was completely exposed. 'At least,' she considered, 'he didn't have a hard-on.' Still, his cock had been relaxed enough to swing confidently with his step as he had entered the kitchen. Now, all that was covered by a fluffy white towel. "You'd better wash up now, Lin," Janet observed, "This place is beginning to stink like a cheap whore house." Linda knew Janet was only teasing, though there was indeed a faint scent of sex about her, but he blushed again, even more deeply than before. "As if the smell bothered you!" Linda teased back. She started to head for her shower but stopped in the doorway. "Hey," she asked Janet, "Why don't you and Sam come over for dinner? Afterwards we can soak in the hot tub." "Sounds good to me but I'll have to see if Sam has any plans." "Sam?" Linda answered his question, "Sam's her lover." Janet broke into an enthusiastic grin, "And how!" Despite the awkwardness of being wrapped in only a towel while the two women made small talk, he felt the beginnings of arousal. He thought that he only had eyes for Linda but Janet, he considered, was really rather attractive. Linda caught his interest. "Down, boy!" she teased. He looked at his waist, horrified that he might have an obvious erection but Linda was only being silly. "What can we bring?" Janet asked. Linda though a moment. "We've got plenty of wine and beer, I think and I'm planning on spaghetti with meat sauce. Maybe you all can bring a salad." "Sounds good. Sam makes a mean Caesar." "Be here about seven, alright?" "Sure." Janet paused. "Will he be dressed by then?" Linda laughed. "If you insist!" "You're the hostess. Do what you want," Janet shot back. He had no intention of meeting any more strangers while he wasn't fully dressed and said so. "Suit yourself," said Linda and Janet together. They looked at each other and laughed at the coincidence. After Janet left, Linda looked at him and sighed. "I suppose you'll be needing a rest. From sex, I mean." "You're getting a bit bow-legged yourself, sister." She was a bit sore, but that didn't mean she wasn't ready for more. Maybe she could get him to go down on her later in the day. One thing about good sex, it just left her wanting more. Once he was dressed, properly dressed, they made a run into the village for supplies. Even though they were already fairly well stocked, Linda selected some more wine and instructed him to pick out some beers. At last, fully provisioned, they headed back to the cabin. Once there, they had a small bite of lunch, after which, Linda hinted that she'd like some more fucking. He was more willing than able and though they each made a good effort, neither of them reached orgasm. It was good anyway. He liked the feel of his penis deep in her hot vagina and she loved the way he lapped at her pussy. She had known very few men who licked her so well. They finally surrendered to reality and quit trying to get each other off. They settled under the blanket on the hearth rug and fell to napping, spooning, with Linda in front. They awoke in twilight, refreshed and ready to gratify their unmet needs of earlier. He got up and threw several more logs on the fire as the room had begun once more to cool in the gathering night. Linda spread her legs and invited him to fuck her brains out. His erection as insistent as ever, he only too willingly did as she asked. By now, he had no trouble finding her opening on the first try, sliding into her slippery warmth with enthusiasm. After a few minutes she looked up at him and said, "You can go slower now." He felt a wave of embarrassment pass over him. He realized he'd been inattentive to her signals and was fucking away just like before. "Sorry," he said, slowing down. "It's okay. Sometimes I like it fast but just now slower is good." After a while of this more leisurely fucking, she pushed him off of her. He looked at her inquiringly but soon understood as she turned onto her hands and knees and shook her firm bottom at him, her pussy, open like some pink flower, glistening with her excitement. The room had grown cool enough that her skin was covered with goose bumps and he found that somehow arousing. He loved the supple curve of her back, from her fairly broad swimmer's shoulders to her slightly broader, curvier hips and buns. She was all woman and looked even better to him when his dick was inside her. He was careful to make sure he was in the right spot before he pushed his way back into her, making sure to keep the pace fairly slow. Again, he was entranced by the sensations as she grasped his cock with her cunt and mesmerized by her almond-shaped asshole winking up at him as she clenched down on his dick. He reached beneath to wet a finger with her juices, gingerly sliding it alongside his swollen member. He gathered up some of her creamy secretions and withdrew, bringing his finger between her shapely cheeks. He slowly circled it around her anus, recalling that she had liked attention there earlier. His first Linda had never indicated such an interest and he'd been so taken by plain, ordinary love-making that he hadn't thought about more exotic pursuits. Looking at this Linda this way, though, he wondered how she felt about less conventional outlets for sexual gratification. He pressed more firmly on her wrinkled ring, eliciting and approving grunt from her. Maybe he'd ask her about it sometime. For now, her steamy snatch was stimulation aplenty. He began to increase his pace. She was so very slick that he almost couldn't feel enough friction from her cunt, even when she squeezed hard. That was fine; he wasn't in any hurry to be done fucking her. She looked at him over her left shoulder, her faced flushed from their exertions. "Hey, buddy. My turn to be on top." Her commanding grin was irresistible and he wasn't about to argue with her. He pulled out slowly, a little of her lubrication dribbling out as he did. "On your back, boy. I'm climbing aboard." She threw a knee across his waist and shifted to bring her smoldering pussy in line with his raging hard-on. She braced herself with one hand on his shoulder while she used one hand to guide him back into her. When she had him at her entrance, she slowly settled down his dick until their pubic hair touched. She moved up and down, slowly at first, but gathering speed as she went. He thrust up against her, soon matching her rhythm. It felt great. It was now completely dark out and they were lit only by firelight. He was mesmerized by the sight of his cock plowing her puffy furrow as she rose and fell on him. Her arms grew tired and she fell forward, hugging him fiercely as her pelvis moved faster and faster, grinding her clit against him. He smiled broadly when she began to make those chuffing sounds that he was beginning to like so well. He felt his own climax nearing but strove mightily to hold it off while she worked so hard for her own. Everything felt wonderful but she needed to come and soon. She continued to clasp him to her with one arm while she moved her free hand between their bellies, down to diddle her clit. She was soon chuffing away, louder and faster, her face transformed into almost a grimace as she strove to reach her goal. Sensing her impending orgasm, he too wanted very badly to come but still he resisted. Her orgasm caught her by surprise. One moment it had seemed still a long ways off and suddenly it hit her full force. Once again, the tight grip of her spasming passage milked his cock and he came with violent, pulsing gushes deep inside her. She continued to grunt and chuff as she rocked against him, fingering her clit more gently until she was again gripped by orgasm. They kept this up for another age as each attempted to prolong the sensations of sexual satisfaction and emotional entanglement. She might not be able to love him, she thought, but she sure liked him a lot. A whole lot. He was just naïve enough so that she could teach him new things, open his eyes to novel sexual experiences. Yet he was experienced enough that he had brought her to orgasm their first time together. Then again, she was a pretty easy lover to satisfy. She knew she had her hang-ups, but being sexually unresponsive wasn't one of them. She continued to rock slowly back and forth while hugging him as tightly as ever, filling the afterglow with more physical sensation. A little bit later, he had grown soft enough that his dick popped out of her. Well, she'd had enough. For now, anyway. She turned her head towards a sound from the deck. "Shit!" she hissed. "What?" he asked, confused. "It's seven already." He followed her gaze to the window and saw two faces peering into the living room, one of which belonged to Janet.