1 comments/ 18245 views/ 8 favorites Linda Shaw By: johnnieblue44 For each of us, there is that one special lover who stands out from all of the others in our past, no matter how many lovers one has taken in their lifetime. Linda Shaw was that lover. This is my tribute to Linda, commemorating her beauty, and the lasting memory. Enjoy as I share this story with you. I'm most confident that you shall. ***** "God, how I love this cock!" Those were the memorable words that served as my wake-up call on this frigid winter pre-dawn. As my eyes blinked open in sleepy adjustment, my cock began to stir in tandem as I realized an even more pleasurable tactile sensor several feet southward of my fuzzy head. Linda Shaw's beautiful face was nestled between my legs, a happy smile, full of mischief and lust, visible through her thick puffy lips. One of those lips, the lower one, was curled around my expeditiously thickening shaft, holding it determinedly in place for the oral assault that Linda was performing on my cockhead with her upper lip and long, snaking tongue. Licking, sucking, slurping, teasing, kissing, as if she were patiently trying to devour a rapidly melting ice cream cone with her own patented technique. Slow and sensual, that was Linda's preferred pace for lovemaking. It was enticingly enchanting, and inevitably culminating in explosive, torturously pent-up climaxes. The combination of the pastel hues of her bright pink tongue and my engorged purple head brought to mind a tutti-fruity flavored cone, disappearing in and out of Linda's mouth as she moaned tiny, indiscernible exhortations of glee. Thin strands of saliva were now silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom as Linda released her head back a few inches to admire her handiwork. She stroked my cock lovingly as I reached down to caress her soft cheek as an expression of gratitude for her uniquely thoughtful method of awakening. My cock twitched in her grip, arching in appreciative salute, and I took a second to absorb the erotic beauty of the sight in front of me as Linda purred huskily, "Do you know how much I love giving you head, John? How much I crave this cock in every hole of mine?" I didn't know if it was a pop quiz or a trick question, so I furrowed my brow in pensive contemplation, grasping a handful of her silky, raven hair in one of my palms and lifting her chin with the other hand so that I could see her face more clearly. Quite succinctly, Linda Shaw was the most stunning woman I had ever had the pleasure of calling my lover. Without the slightest pretense of hyperbole, Linda was a dead-ringer for the porn star Tera Patrick. In fact, it might be even more accurate to say that Tera was a dead-ringer for Linda, such was Linda's beauty. Tall, five-nine, with jet black hair cascading down to the curve of her sensational ass. She was the beneficiary of exotic facial features from her Irish-Welsh father, the magnate and patriarch of Shaw's Department Stores, and her Persian mother. Linda had gently slanted bedroom eyes that smoldered in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, and a singularly spectacular, curvy body with olive skin that glowed, essentially radiating bronze sparks as she indulged in our simmering intimate activities. Several years ago, she had abandoned her career as a high-fashion model in New York for the purpose of being honed as the management successor in her father's chain of very successful department stores in the Mid-Atlantic. I was a store manager, and for now, she was assigned to my store as a merchandise manager under the auspices of learning every aspect of the business. A few months back, though (in fact, it was at the close of business on Black Friday, the busiest shopping day of the year) we surreptitiously became torrid lovers. I had since enjoyed her beauty, mind-boggling body and enthusiastic and boundlessly creative sexual appetite five days a week, four or five times a night, to the complete bliss and ignorance of our fellow colleagues. Complete professionals by day, then ripped each other clothes off, sometimes literally, the moment we arrived home. But, wait. Only five days per week, you ask? How can that be? Weekends off, maybe? Exactly, regretfully so. You see, Linda was engaged to be married in the upcoming Spring to her childhood sweetheart, who just happened to be the son of her father's best friend. It was the closest thing to an arranged marriage you can imagine in today's society. Linda's domineering father made it clear that any aspirations that Linda harbored of becoming the youngest female CEO of a major department store would be dashed were she not to marry within her same social caste. Me, a lowly store manager, well, I just simply wouldn't do. No, no, no. I had actually known Linda since college, though everyone assumed in those days that she was out of reach for anyone. Her fiancee, Timothy Harrelson, was a former All-American lacrosse player at our alma mater, the University of Delaware, and the son of a high-ranking Navy admiral, assigned to the Pentagon. Through his father's influence, Tim Harrelson worked as a lucratively compensated lobbyist for the defense industry, and spent his weekdays on Capitol Hill. He returned home via Amtrak either very late on Fridays or early on Saturdays, and traveled back to Washington every Monday morning. It was during that interim period each week that I would pump Linda's mouth, pussy, and ass full of my cock and seed about, oh, twenty or so times each week, for hours upon hours, night after night, in marathon, passionate, illicit, clandestine carnal sessions. As such, I decided that I would worry about tomorrow tomorrow, if at all. Why fret about my future with Linda under circumstances that were beyond my control, especially when I was enjoying the most insatiably delicious sex of my life? It reminded me of a quote by Mickey Rivers, the former Yankees center fielder, when asked if he was worried about the Red Sox making one of their late-season charges towards the Yankees' tenuous hold of first place. Mickey, in his eloquent wisdom, contemplated the perilous situation, and replied pensively, "If you got control over somethin', ain't no sense worryin'. And if you ain't got control over something, ain't no sense worryin'. So, ain't no sense worryin'." The Yankees went onto win the World Series that year, by the way. No worries. Words to live by. Much like, "God, I love this cock." Now, where were we? Oh, yes....... Linda's head ducked beneath my legs so that only the top of her head was now visible from my vantage point. I released the grip on her skull, propped my arms back under my own head, and felt the gentle suckling of Linda's warm, talented mouth on my heavy testicles, taking first one, and then the other, between her lips, those impossibly soft, plump lips. Her slender fingers began to glide up and down rhythmically along my shaft as I reveled in the view of her manicured nails tenderly scratching along the veins of my cock. I let out a gasp of pleasure as Linda's tongue began to slide down into the incredibly sensitive area at the base of my pubic bone, right on the perineum. I moaned my encouragement as Linda's administrations brought my dick to heretofore uncharted length and thickness, the blood rushing through my genitals in furious waves as she stroked my shaft vigorously with one hand while cupping her palm flat against my pubic bone with the other, her tongue flicking back and forth between my scrotum and my anus, until she snaked her tongue into my asshole and began to, oh so lightly, tongue-fuck my asshole while alternating licking around my anal rim. My dick felt as if it had been infused with titanium. My hands gripped the bed sheets in a death-hold. The more I writhed and bucked helplessly on the bed, the more my hips involuntarily rose, and Linda eased the tip of her pinkie into my sphincter while tightening the grip and quickening the pace of her exquisite handjob, eating my ass while bringing my dick to mammoth proportions, taking me to the absolute edge of desirous insanity. Then, just as suddenly, she lifted her beautiful face from her perch between my asscheeks, looked up at me with a sly cat-that-ate-the-asshole grin, and placed her perfectly soft yet firm ample breasts around my throbbing cock. I looked down at her as she tit-fucked me, smiling in an almost sheepish way at her display of wanton salad-tossing sluttiness, and wagged a finger at her as perspiration dripped down my forehead. My hips still heaved up and down involuntarily. "Now, that," I grunted appreciatively. "That was quite interesting." She giggled as her big, soft tits encircled my dick. I reached down and rubbed her breasts around and over my cock, and gave her the equivalent of rousing applause as I playfully clapped on her tits. "It's a good thing you stopped when you did lest my cum might have blown a hole in your mouth, fair maiden. Jeezus........." I was on the verge of hyperventilating. She climbed up on her knees and shook her beautiful mane, which had fallen onto her breasts and covered her long, lean torso. She reached once again for my dick and held it at a ninety-degree angle from my body as she positioned her frame on top of me, preparing to mount. "Just thought it was high time to reciprocate for the lovely ass-lickings that you always give to me." She licked her lips and grinned, smacking them together. "Mmm, tastes like chicken, who knew?" Linda laughed at her own culinary comparison and then paused to watch her own hand caress my ever-lengthening cock, which still was on the verge of detonation. Linda was experlty controlling the trigger device with her usual devious teasing. "I have never seen this beautiful cock any longer or thicker. I'll have to try that again. That was fun." She peered down admiringly at the state of my long rod. "And, wow, it'll reap benefits for moi, I see." She placed her toned legs on the outside of my thighs, which caused her pussy lips to spread open like a blossoming rose in front of my eyes. Her pink inner labia peeked through the light brown folds of her outer labia, and the pink-white nub of her clit emerged as she placed two fingers on her slit, widening it, accepting her prize into her sopping, steamy tunnel. "Now I'm going to use your cock for my pleasure. I'm going to be selfish and just use your dick to get me off. So.....unnffffgh, oh, yeah." She sank her body down onto my cock and groaned as the tight, velvety folds of her cunt opened and convulsed to welcome my dick more deeply into her. "Just keep your fucking mouth shut while I fuck you with my hot cunt, and watch me play with myself. Lay back and enjoy my ride." Although Linda and I had been lovers for the bulk of the winter now, it wasn't until fairly recently that I could entice her to return the dirty talk that she so loved when I uttered terribly filthy things into her ears. However, now that she had started, it was like turning on a faucet. She now 'slut-talked' with a veracity and vocabulary that would put any porn star to shame. The more vividly and obscenely she talked, the harder she came, I had discovered. Her own words served as verbal impetus to heighten her arousal. So I dutifully did as ordered, bit my lips, grabbed her curvaceous hips tightly, and held on while she did just as she had advertised. She used my cock for her unilateral pleasure. "Unmmffff..." she groaned as she wriggled her pelvis until more than half of my cock was now enveloped within her silky vaginal sheath. I raised my own hips off the bed just a bit so that my cock could enter her at a different angle, so that my tip could slide across the spongy mass of her g-spot on her upper inner wall. About five inches deep, she commenced on a diatribe, serving as both play-by play announcer and color commentator of the carnal escapades. "Ooh, fuck, I love the feel of this strong cock inside my cunt, do you know that?" Six inches buried within now, perhaps an inch and a half to go. One of Linda's sleek fingers began to tap fervently on the hood of her swollen clitoris as she maneuvered to take more of me. " Do you know how much I crave your wonderful dick throughout each day, how many times I shudder just thinking of what you do to me? I want to carry your magnificent fucking cock around with me all day, to suck on it, and feel it in my pussy, to stick it up my ass, whenever I want it, need it, all fucking day, every day." Her monologue served as not only a supreme boost to my ego but also caused even greater girth and thickness within my wildly twitching cock, if that was indeed scientifically possible. She squealed as my cockhead rubbed against the super sensitive mass of flesh in her steaming pussy. "Arrrrrgh, fuck, that's it, God, let me pull that cock with my cunt muscles, feel that...?" Indeed I could. Linda's kegel muscles convulsed and contracted like a glove around me, swallowing me whole and spitting me out with magical rapidity, our respective sexual organs now in complete synchronicity. Her head leaned back so that her hair cascaded down her back, falling to her buttocks, and I felt her mane as one of my hands reached back to caress her hair over the soft flesh of her buttock. She groaned indecipherable mutterings as I watched the veins in her neck swell as her face flushed. Her hair swished from side to side and she tossed her head back and forth. She rubbed her clit more urgently now, and, taking my cue, I grabbed her free hand and led it up to her breasts, and she began to tug and pull on the erect nipple and puffy areola of her left tit, which bounced and swayed as she rocked on me sensually, still in control, but on the edge of ecstasy. I resisted the urge to flip her onto her back and pound into her with animalistic savagery. Instead, I gripped her hips more firmly and began to push her down with increased velocity as my dick, now fully engulfed inside of her, snapped against Linda's cervix repeatedly. Her body now shook into serpent-like contortions, she was lost on the verge of powerfully orgasmic bliss, her flat stomach and taut thighs virtually rumbled to announce the oncoming release. Her body had surrendered to my dick, but this was the ultimate win-win scenario. "Mmmfph, I'm gonna cum all over your big dick. Fuck me, fuck my cunt, you're just my fuck toy, aren't you? Pound my pussy, I'm so close, that's it, aaah, yes, yes, oooh yesssssssss....fffffffuuckkkkk........." With the timing of an experienced orchestral conductor, I eased the tip of my index finger into her tight asshole, triggering the tidal wave. The eagle had landed. With repeated bursts of fluid flowing liberally from her slit, Linda let loose with an alarming wail as her vaginal opening pulsed to emit a stream of milky yellow-white ejaculate which coated my shaft and tummy. I held her tight, one hand gripping her ass, the other pressed just above her mons, restricting her efforts to squirm off of my dick, so that I could rock even deeper and longer into her tunnel, prolonging her violently quaking orgasms. We had fucked perhaps several hundred times by now, and I had paid rapt attention to the best measures to bring Linda to multi-orgasmic vaginal explosions. Her cunt literally rattled with countless staccato-like tremors as we fucked while she came and came and came, lasting perhaps three or four minutes, but seeming like an eternity. Father Time himself graciously stood still to enjoy to this beautiful sex goodess' rapture. She collapsed in a heap finally, seemingly sated, but I knew better. Linda's supremely relaxed post-orgasmic state and my lack of release served as the perfect recipe for a scrumptious dessert. A slow, sensual, deep ass-fucking. Like most women, Linda was most receptive to anal penetration while her pussy still literally trembled in vaginal after-shocks. I tenderly rolled her onto her stomach, and brushed the hair away from her backbone as I reminded myself of the one and only taboo I had ever encountered regarding Linda's sexual limits. "Whatever you do," she once cryptically forewarned me, "Don't come in my hair. I don't like that." Once, in my excitement, while we fucked doggy-style, I pulled out prematurely and accidentally splattered the first bursts of my semen like a jetstream into her long locks of hair falling nearly onto her asscheeks. She shrieked, not in desire, but in a sincere hissy-fit. It was the only time I'd ever seen her genuinely pissed off. "Fuck! I TOLD you to NEVER do that. It takes hours to get out!" With that, she scurried off to the bathroom, and as the song went from the classic play 'South Pacific', for the next two hours, she had to "wash that man right out of her hair". There was no more pussy for me that particular night, and I never made the same foolhardy error again. History dooms to failure those who do not learn from their mistakes. Hey, I reasoned, I don't think I'd like it if somebody came in my hair, either. So, from that time on, it's been mouth, or cunt, or ass, or tits, or hands, or....well, you get the picture. Let's just say there are plenty of attractive landing places for my cum as options, so I paid diligent attention when planning target practice. I playfully slapped my cock on her ass globes and placed the tip in her crack, seeing the brown winking hole poking from beneath her cheeks. "What do you want me to do next, Linda?" I asked, feigning innocence, seeking direction. She peeked over her shoulder while one hand spread her buttocks apart, and growled simply, "Fuck my ass." I leaned down and spit into her puckered oval, lubricating our mutual bullseye, and wiggled my pinkie into her anal cavity an inch or two in a corkscrew-like motion. "I can't hear you. You're an engaged woman. You didn't just ask me to fuck your ass, did you?" It turned us both on to acknowledge her pending nuptials just before she offered her ass to me. It was our own little secret-club joke that her fiancee did not care to engage in anal sex. Tim's reticence served as an invitation for me to sate Linda's anal curiosity, and I was more than proud to say not only had I taken Linda's anal cherry in our first week of explorations, but it since had become a staple item on our sexual menu. Linda played along, and repeated the order. "I said, 'fuck my ass', what part didn't you understand?" She couldn't resist a smile, unable to act like the demanding dominatrix given that she was spread-eagled on her stomach with my saliva-covered cockhead easing slowly into her sphincter. "Wow," I said in mock astonishment. "You must be a real fucking slut." She moaned in response as my cockhead popped past her anal ring with surprising ease. I wondered, just for a split second, what could possibly be running through Tim's mind that would dissuade him from ass-fucking his own fiancee. For a supposed genius, well, he wasn't very bright, I deduced, as my dick slowly split Linda's anus apart inch by inch. I patiently took my sweet time, easing in slowly, enjoying the vice-like sensation of anal penetration, not wanting to risk any sudden movements until Linda gave me the green-light command to more fervently fuck her asshole, only when she had adjusted her anal cavity to accept more. I leaned down so that my stomach was pressed into her back, her hair now sticking to her back, serving as a curtain of sorts between our bare skin. I buried my face into her mane near the neckline, inhaling her intoxicating scent. I whispered into her ear, "You want to carry around my cock all day, huh? To suck on, to fuck, to stick in your ass? Like this? Just like this, ass-slut, huh? Tell me....." Even though she was on her stomach, I could feel the heat radiating from her as my words had the desired effect. She was on fire, completely at the mercy of my thick shaft rhythmically assaulting her most private and tightest orifice, a place where only I had ever been, despite her betrothed status to her long-time and only other lover. She groaned and grunted and tried to reposition herself to maximize her comfort as my dick screwed more deeply into her, my balls slapping against her buttocks with a steady 'whap.....whap.......whap'. Linda Shaw "Do that thing with your hands," I demanded, building up a slightly accelerated pace. "Finger-fuck your cunt while I fuck your asshole." Linda obediently raised her ass off of the mattress just enough for her to ease several of her own fingers into her pussy, and after a few digital twists and turns, I soon felt her index and middle finger begin to rub my own cock through the thin membrane that separated her vaginal and anal walls. The combination of my cock and her fingers in her holes served as an impromptu double penetration for Linda. The sensation on my own shaft was impossibly erotic, as her fingers massaged me as I ass-fucked another man's bride-to-be. "Mmmm, I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, to be DP'd?" I taunted her, gently biting her earlobe. "To have one dick in your ass and a second in your cunt, at the same time? Huh, would you like that?" She thrust her hips backward and upward to meet my own thrusts. I took that as a 'yes'. I then took my fingers and reached around and placed three in her mouth, serving to fish-hook her lips, pulling them apart with two fingers while she sucked hungrily on the middle finger. I continued to fan her imagination. "Ooooh, and sucking a third big cock, too, all at the same time? Three cocks in you, how would that be, would you like that, taking three guys all at once?" She released my finger from her mouth just long enough to murmur out of the corner of her mouth, her answer totally shocking me. "And one in each hand, too, five big dicks at once, bring 'em on, I wanna be gang-fucked, arrange it, make it happen, please........." As I heard that, cum shot out of my slit and into her sphincter like cannon-fire. To this day, it was the most powerful rocket of semen I had ever released, immediately flooding and spilling from her asshole in an overflow, like a massive dam burst. Her filthy verbal fantasy having served as the impetus for the most incredible climax ever, I lay exhausted on top of Linda, sweating, panting, as she clenched her asscheeks to further stroke my dick, still buried in her anus. "Your hot cum soothes my burning asshole, John." With that, she wriggled out from under me, hopped off the bed and walked towards the vanity mirror to do a check of her matted hair, coated in my sweat. "If you didn't mess up my hair again, I'd say that was the most fantastic sex ever." She began to run a large brush through her hair in slow, measured motions as she tucked her locks over her right shoulder. "Now I'll have to wash it." She sighed. "I might be a little late for work now. Could you write a note for me or something? I'd hate to get in trouble with my boss." I watched silently, in awestruck fascination, as she tried in vain to make some semblance of order to her 'just-fucked' mane. I sat and gazed admiringly at her body, one that most Penthouse Pets would die for. I had just fucked this incredibly beautiful creature in every way possible. Every man that laid eyes on Linda was desperate to receive only a return glance from her, yet I was only the second lucky male on the planet to have sex with her. Heaven can wait, I mused, this is as good as it gets. And then, as she bent over to pick up her long discarded thong from the previous evening, I saw my semen oozing out of her asshole, and my cock magically rose again, Lazarus-like. It was the most erotic vision in a long line of erotic visions this morning, and it wasn't even six-thirty. As she walked naked into the shower, smiling coquettishly over her shoulder at me in an unmistakable 'come-hither' silent invitation to join her for a cleansing, her pleading words in the throes of passion resonated in my ears like a mystical echo. "And one in each hand, too, five big dicks at once, bring 'em on, I wanna be gang-fucked, arrange it, make it happen, please........." I watched her brush her teeth for a few moments. Well, that's not quite accurate. I watched her beautiful round ass bending over the vanity as she brushed her teeth, and then watched her gorgeous tits jiggle as she gargled. I made a note to self that Linda would make for the perfect actress for an X-rated commercial for oral hygiene. I stroked my cock back to life as she disappeared behind the glazed glass of the shower when the phone rang. I glanced at the display screen and saw the name "Tim". Linda and I nearly always spent the night at her condo so she would be there when Tim would call. In fact, in several instances, when Linda would entice Tim into phone sex, she would gesture to me to perform the very acts that she was narrating to Tim. Little did Tim know that when Linda would tell Tim that she was imagining his cock deep inside of her "right now", in reality it was indeed my cock that was pounding her into her, evoking her ecstatic cries of pleasure. Tim may have thought that Linda was the most animated phone sex participant, but there was a real life understudy who was 'live and in person', helping the star as she described her sexual requests. My favorite was when Linda told Tim how she would suck his cock while all the while sucking on mine until I shot my load all over her face. She never skipped a beat as she blew bubbles with my cum while telling Tim how scrumptious he tasted. I grinned smugly as the phone went into 'message' mode, thinking that Tim was blissfully unaware that his fiancee's ass had just received over seven-and-a-half inches of hard cock ending in an explosion of jism into her lovely ass. I rose and walked into the bathroom and paused for a few seconds to admire her soapy frame behind the tinted glass. I slid the door open, and Linda turned to find me rubbing my dick. In turn, she took her nipples firmly between a thumb and forefinger of each hand, until both of her nipples were pearl-hard. "I missed you, too," was all she had time to say before I took her beautiful face in my palms, pinned her against the tile wall, and kissed her passionately, deeply. Our bodies melted into each others as the warm water ran down onto our slippery bodies. I kissed my way down her neck, her collarbone, and settled my mouth of her big areolas, smothering her tits with kisses and sucks, as she held my head with one hand, offering her magnificent breasts to me, while her other hand lathered my balls and cock, cleaning any residue from our torrid anal exploration from mere minutes ago. She wrapped one of her long legs around mine as I kissed and fondled her tits roughly, much more so than I normally did, and the harder and more urgently I sucked on her tits, the more she moaned and molded her body into mine. Our torsos squished together like slippery eels as I made my way down her chest and stomach with my lips while still groping and massaging her sensationally firm tits. I traced small circles around her navel with my tongue, licking around the belly button chain that jingled and jangled as she writhed, and continued my downward descent until I reached the neatly trimmed patch of coarse black pubic hair just above her swollen mound. I swung my head around and under her parted legs, and lay prone on the floor of the shower as I reached up to pull her down towards me. She squatted over my face so that the only two things I could see were her vaginal and anal holes. The variations of colors in and around Linda's pussy never ceased to amaze and thrill me. It was like taking a scenic tour through Skyline Drive in early October, when some leaves had not yet turned for the season. Yes, the brilliant contrasts within her cunt were like a trip through a delicious fall foliage. Her labia majora, which were surrounded by the thin strips of pubic hair, were a dark brown, and served to line the lighter, sepia-colored hue of her inner labia. As I pulled apart her thick, puffy lips with my fingers and inserted my index finger into her slit, I simultaneously inserted my tongue into the creamy salmon-colored vaginal opening. I tongue fucked her slowly, teasingly, for awhile, savoring her nectars which were beginning to flow onto my chin, until I decided I wanted to get a better seat for the grand finale. I wiggled up and positioned myself on my knees so that I could gaze up into her face while eating her, and my face spontaneously burst into the same type of smile that adorned Linda's face whenever she performed oral homage on me. Her eyes were shut and her hand gripped my hair, pulling my face into her needy cunt, and my tongue curled its way through the path of the forest until I lapped around her engorged clit, the color of a baby's pacifier, pale pink with a tiny white nub. Her leg wrapped around my shoulder more tightly, and I knew I could make her come any old time that I wanted. The power over this beautiful woman who was shaking in supreme pleasure simply from the touch of the mere tip of my tongue was overwhelming. I began to stroke my own slippery dick, determined to enter her just as she shook from her next orgasm, and when I sucked on her clit and pinched it between my lips, Linda's fists pounded the walls of the shower and I had to brace her buttocks with my hands so that she wouldn't collapse directly onto my neck and face. She shuddered while I held her ass up, and I could clearly see her entire pussy literally trembling from the force of her clitoral orgasm, which was separate and distinct from the vaginal orgasm she had experienced when we fucked. She shook her pelvis in robust swivels while the mighty path of the orgasm ran through her nether regions, and her heel kicked and bucked wildly into my back in involuntary spasms. I stood up quickly and kissed her deeply again, while sliding my dick into her still quivering slit in one motion, and she greedily grabbed my tongue with her own and my dick with her strong cunt muscles, and she murmured into my mouth, frantically, panting, "Fuck, that was incredible, oh, unnhgh, your tongue, oh my God, what you do to me, it gets better each time......" I fucked her hard, with not the slightest of pretense of gentleness in this particular aquatic fuck session, and essentially lifted her straight off of her feet with each manic thrust. As she lifted off and returned to the atmosphere every second or so, I watched her spectacular tits bob and down like personal flotation devices, which would come in handy in the event of a mutual water landing. The thought hit me that her tits were the anatomical version of two perfectly scooped mounds of jello. How, I wondered, admittedly distracted just a tad, could something so firm and intractable also be so squeezably soft and pliable? If jello came with built-in nipples, I deduced, men would really have no need or desire to consume any other food source. My thoughts went crashing back to the task at hand, which was fucking Linda raw in the slippery tile enclosure, as I heard her mumble as she bounced wildly on my cock, trying vainly to maintain her balance. "God, you've made me such a fucking cock slut, I can't get enough, seven days a week...." I did the algebra quickly. Seven days minus 'x' equals five. Hmm, so that means...... "You mean," I asked gripping her butt tightly to support her aeronautical journey, "...that Tim fucks you like this when he's home?" I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know the answer, but it was too late. I continued pounding her vertically as she gave me one of those sexy evil grins of hers. "No, I fuck HIM like this." Her cunt squished on my dick as she met my aerial lifts with strong downward thrusts of her own. "Ever since you and I started to have this mind-blowing sex, I can't get enough. I fuck Tim silly all weekend, he doesn't know what's gotten into me. He thinks I'm excited about the wedding." She stopped her explanation, thank goodness, to kiss me passionately with those irresistible lips of hers. God, how she could kiss! She reluctantly released her lips from mine after a long, wet kiss while our genitals continued to try to swallow up each others, and threw her lips around my neck tightly. "Little does he know, that's it's THIS...." She clenched her cunt around my cock to emphasize the source of her point of reference, "...that's been getting into me about twenty times each week. More than twelve feet of cock, by my calculations." She once measured me at seven-and-five-eights inches, but ssssh, don't tell anyone, it's our secret! She French-kissed me again, and as usual, her words were further inducing her excitement. "Keep talking, Linda, you're on a roll," I thought. "Get yourself off." "God," she continued, as if reading my mind, humping me like the proverbial bunny. "You've turned me into such a slut. I'm getting fucked twenty-five times or more each week." Her cunt clenched. She was close. "And I fucking love it......." With that, I grabbed her ass and lifted her up in the air so that her back was supported by the tile wall behind her but she had nowhere to land except directly on my cock. Over and over and over and over again, her legs digging into my backbone, flailing wildly, her torso suspended in mid-air, her soaked matted hair wrapped all over her body like a paint-by-number sex doll. I don't know exactly what my dick was hitting inside of her by now, but I knew I was deeper than I had ever been inside of her, and by the sound of her guttural screams as she came, I was equally certain that no sex device, human or artificial, had ever penetrated her the way I was doing right now. She convulsed and writhed for perhaps sixty seconds while I struggled to hold her up. My own cock felt like a drill bit that had just pounded a finishing nail into a two-by-four. My cockhead literally felt swollen, and I won't lie to you, it hurt. Fortunately, Linda had the perfect remedy as she sank to her knees in front of me, brushing her hair off her tits and opening her mouth. I needed no further invitation. I was gonna let Mommy kiss it and make it all better. The same smile that always accompanied her oral service upon me illuminated her face. "So, stud, tell me, just who is it that you're going to fuck this weekend, hmm?" She began to lick my badly battered cockhead lovingly, soothingly. It was good for what ailed ya, as the doc says. It beat the hell out of chicken soup, I'll tell you that much. The funny thing about Linda was that she seemed to also get off on knowing that I wasn't exactly sitting at home on weekends, mourning over a box of bon-bons. Linda was aware that before she and I became lovers that I had had several flings with other women in our store. Linda seemed to want to know the details of each tryst, fucking me harder as I regaled their respective talents and sexual idiosyncrasies. In fact, much as our own fucking only heightened Linda's desire to have more relations with her absentee fiancee, I took virtually every opportunity to find a willing partner of my own on most Saturday nights. The more sex I had with Linda, the more I wanted other partners, knowing she was with Tim. And I had a damn good one for this coming weekend. I held Linda's face in my hands now, urging her to evoke my cum, forcing my dick into her mouth. Her throat began to expand, always a good sign. It may not have been the most flattering analogy, but when Linda wanted me to shoot in her mouth, she did these unique stretching contortions with her throat muscles, almost like one of those lizards preparing to swallow its prey. I face-fucked her gently at first. "Maureen, that manager from Victoria's Secret in the Mall. You know who I'm talking about?" Her brown eyes looked up at me with sincere surprise, but her mouth never left my dick. At least, not at first. She was now in full lizard-expanding mode. "Mmmph, really?" she gargled. She sucked harder, contemplating the surprise news, and paused for air for just a second. "Wow," she said, wiping overflow streams of saliva and shower spray from her cheek and chin. "She's hot." She began to give me a hand-job almost absent-mindedly. "She must be forty, though." I tapped Linda's skull gently, playfully, and pointed to my dick, subtly reminding her to focus on the task at hand (and in hand). "She's forty-two, actually. And yeah, she's hot. Almost as hot as you." Linda looked up at me and resumed sucking through what I called her "happy lips". I never had a woman who beamed while performing fellatio like Linda. It was quite an endearing talent, believe me. She came up for air again after thirty seconds of hard sucking. I was getting close now. "Maureen's legs are incredible, especially for an older woman." She cupped my balls with one hand and rubbed that 'special' spot around the perineum with the other. "I'd kill to have legs like that." I laughed out loud at that one. Linda's own legs could stop traffic on the Autobahn. Stoking the fire, wanting to tease and mind-fuck her, I fanned the flames. "She does, and they're gonna be bent over my shoulders and wrapped around my ass Saturday night. Do you know she's married, too?" Linda began to suck me again and moaned on my dick. One of her hands lowered to her pussy and she began to masturbate me with one hand and herself with the other. "Yep," I said. "Hubby's away for the weekend, and I'll be fucking his hot MILF wife while the woman I'm having an affair with is fucking her fiancee." Linda nearly choked on my dick, such was her arousal. She had me almost all the way in her oral channel. "I love married women, they love cock so much." The hungry female lizard was about to get her meal, my second load of hot cum this morning was rumbling and churning in my balls. "Of course, engaged women are still my favorites, though." Just a few seconds more. Suck, Linda baby, suck. "I know Timmy wouldn't go for a foursome," I was openly mocking Tim now, and Linda's face flushed, loving my verbal humiliation of her intended. "So maybe I'll ask Maureen to join us next week. You know she's bi, don't you? I'll bet you'd love licking that pussy of hers, wouldn't you, Lin? Think she's a true redhead? I know she'd just love to play with yours." Not to exacerbate the Animal Planet theme, but Linda now sounded like a beagle in heat, huffing onto my cock in loud muffled wails, which echoed around the shower walls. I made my closing statement. "I'd love to see you with another woman, Linda." That broke the dam for both of us. I had to pull out to avoid Linda's involuntary jaw-clenching as she came in a thunderous shudder at the exact same time that cum shot out of my dick and splattered onto Linda's big mounds, coating her dark brown areolas with white sticky globs, like vanilla sprinkles on a huge double scoop of a coffee-flavored ice cream cone. We staggered out of the shower having already completed a better morning workout than any Olympic athlete, I would wager. I looked at the clock on the nightstand in Linda's bedroom. Seven thirty-nine. I would have time to scurry home and change into my suit so that I'd be at work on time by eight-thirty, but one look at Linda's hair and I figured her ETA would be more like nine-ish. She once told me that three feet of hair takes about an hour to dry sufficiently, or twenty minutes for each foot of thick follicles. Funny. My own hair takes about, oh, twenty seconds to dry. I threw on my jacket and headed for the door, stopping to kiss Linda on the cheek as she stood in all of her naked, freshly-fucked glory in front of the full-length mirror, checking for unintentional bruises from the passion sex that we had just shared. She had once raked me so hard with her nails in the throes of lovemaking that I had to wear a red t-shirt under my dress shirt, such were the bloody trails on my back. Instead of a quick kiss, she turned and drew her naked body into my fully-clothed one, her tongue deliriously raping my mouth in rapturous kisses. She withdrew and gasped, wild-eyed, her brown eyes sparking with undisguised lust. "I was serious when I said that I want to be gang-fucked. I want five guys at once, before I get married." Linda Shaw She stopped as suddenly as she blurted out those words, and her face turned crimson as the magnitude sunk in for both of us. Yet, she did not retreat. "Please," she said bashfully, looking at me with doe-like wonder, a little girl asking Santa for a Christmas present. "Will you arrange it?" Shocked, I nodded, knowing on the one hand that I would never deny her anything, yet on the other hand, a million thoughts and emotions flooded my brain. One came to mind at the forefront, so I murmured a reply. "Next weekend?" I somehow vaguely recalled Linda telling me that Tim would be entertaining clients at the Super Bowl, which was next weekend. Linda smiled again, this time in recognition of my memory. I was a good listener, but it helped that I also always paid attention to Linda. One might call it mesmerized. "Next weekend. Yes. That will work just fine. But, it will have to be discreet, some men who don't know me. Men we can trust with discretionary circumstances." Her voice was quiet, almost wistful. I could only imagine what was running through her mind. Hell, I was wondering what was running through MY mind. The list of guys who would volunteer for such a mission when they saw Linda would be difficult to find. I estimated roughly that only about three hundred million or so men would be willing to render their services. But......who? She kissed me sensually, one massive iceberg of sexual tension broken, another undoubtedly just beginning. She leaned back once more, dropping another bomb on this unsuspecting target. "So, you want to see me with another woman?" Reference the phrase "shocked, I nodded" from a few paragraphs above, stir, and repeat. Linda gave me another of those patented smiles that would make a dead man hard. "I have a plan." I liked the sound of that. There's no way it could be a bad plan. She batted her eyes at me, essentially dismissing me for the time being. "Tell the boss I'll be running late, would you, please? I'm having a bad hair morning. I'll explain to him personally when I arrive." I stumbled out and made the short drive to my townhouse in a virtual fog, and dressed to go to work, but have no recollection of how I did so, literally fucked senseless, both mind and body. My assistant, Irene, greeted my arrival at eight-twenty-nine with a concerned scowl. "Linda called, she's running late. That's not like her, I hope she's OK." Oh, she's OK, Irene, trust me on that one. Just shy of nine-thirty, as I was shuffling paperwork on my desk and trying not to appear completely distracted, there was a soft knock on my office door. I looked up to see the woman with whom I had just shared hours of ball-withering sex, now dressed demurely in a brown suede skirt that went down to mid-calf, and a loose, tan, wool turtleneck sweater that still failed to hide the beautiful globes within. Her luscious hair was tied up in a neat ponytail. "Morning, John," Linda said sheepishly, looking every bit the remorseful little girl. "Sorry I'm late." "We were worried about you, Lin. I can't remember you ever being late for anything," I said, loud enough for Irene to hear in the outer office, to play along with the charade. Linda and I went out of our way to not raise any suspicion by never, and I mean never, displaying any hint of our amorous feelings toward the other while at work. I inquired dispassionately, "You feeling allright?", knowing full well that she was, in fact, spectacular. Linda gestured toward the door. "May I?", she asked softly, indicating if she could shut the door. This was a first. Linda and I made it a point to never be behind closed doors together, not so much to avoid any speculation as much as it was that we couldn't trust ourselves not to tear each other's clothes off. I made a motion with my hand, and the door softly clicked shut behind her. Why did that sound alone cause me to get hard again? She glanced down at the floor, seemingly embarrassed with what she was about to say. "Actually, no, I'm feeling a bit out of sorts this morning," she said, peering down at her Jimmy Choo leather boots. I recognized them from our shoe department. They retailed at six hundred dollars. Linda spent more on her wardrobe below the ankles than most people had in their entire closet. She looked up suddenly, but still playing our little game of secrecy, despite the fact that we were safely behind closed doors. "You see, I have a severe nipple-ache." I suppressed the urge to smile, but instead, looked at her gravely with my best Dr. McDreamy pseudo-sincere gaze of concern. "A nipple-ache, huh? That sounds serious. You should probably still be in bed." Linda nodded her agreement to my remedy. I gestured for her to sit on the chair in front of my desk. "Any idea what caused this condition?" Rather than take me up on my offer to recline in my chair, she walked over to the corner of my desk and slid her amazing, suede-covered buttocks onto my desk, the slit in her skirt now riding up on her right leg above the knee. Getting harder now, much harder. I could only imagine the lingerie that she was wearing, despite her conservative attire. Linda spent almost as much on gorgeous lingerie as she did on shoes. I did say almost. Undressing Linda on a nightly basis was like unraveling a new toy on Christmas morning, each time was more exciting than the next, and she never disappointed. "Yes, I know exactly what caused my condition. I was getting royally fucked since way before dawn by a handsome, well-hung man who rocks my world." I lifted my hands, more so that they wouldn't travel down to my crotch, and raised them in confusion. "Your fiancee? I thought he traveled on weekdays?" She uncrossed and then crossed her legs in front of me, and sat with her legs slightly parted, allowing me a view now almost to her thighs. "No, you're right, he's away. I've been a bad girl, a very naughty girl. I've been having a torrid affair behind his back. I'm getting my brains fucked out four or five times each night. And, in most cases, like today, each morning." She ran her hands over her breasts, covered by the thick sweater, but even so, the hint of two erect nubs were barely visible beneath the material. "Do you want to hear what's causing my nipple-ache? Because I have other symptoms, too. My pussy drips constantly, my ass burns from the anal sex, my mouth craves his cock endlessly, I'm a wreck." My dick was now doing push-ups under my suit pants. Linda unbuttoned two buttons on her skirt so that one leg was now bare to mid-thigh. "Take this morning, for instance," she began, rubbing her seductively leg above the knee, while licking her dark ruby lipstick. I sat like a kindergarten kid awaiting story time. "I woke up my lover by taking his soft cock in my mouth while he was still asleep, and sucked on it slowly, while both he and his big dick awakened as one." It was all I could do not to take her and flip her onto my desk and savage her. I gripped the handrails on my chair with all my strength. Her hands ran all over her chest as she went on. Tell me a story, Ms. Shaw, puh-leeze!?!? "He got real big, real quick, and I ran my mouth down to his balls and started sucking and licking on them while giving him a slow handjob." My breathing quickened. "He seemed to like that, and I know I did, so I started to kiss on that spot above his asshole, right on his pubic bone, that gets him steel-hard every time I kiss or touch him there." Yep, that oughta do it, I thought to myself. "Then," she paused, bashful. Her eyes lowered to my crotch. "I couldn't believe I did this, but I began to rim and tongue-fuck his anus." Pre-cum dripped onto my boxers now. This was better than watching a replay of your favorite team winning the Super Bowl. Way better. "I really liked the taste, I was surprised. His ass was bucking all over the bed, and I got so hot that I climbed on top of him and fucked that strong dick until I came." She purred, lowering her voice, looking me in the eye, rubbing her nipple-ache strenuously. "I came soooo fucking hard, and I didn't even realize what happened next, but next thing I knew, I was on my stomach getting assfucked, so I ran my own fingers into my cunt and started rubbing his dick that was in my ass, it was wild." It was an other-worldly sensation now as Linda went on. Did this really just happen to us? "He blew a huge load of cum into my ass, and I though we were done, but you know what? We were just beginning, that's when it really got steamy." "He followed me into the shower and began to suck on my tits, and kiss my neck, and then knelt down and ate my pussy until I came all over his face." The pace of her voice quickened now as she obviously relished in her recounting of the events. "And, then, oh God," she pulled on her aching nipples through the sweater with both hands, with increasing roughness. Her legs were spread two feet wide in front of my face. I could smell her scent, and would for the rest of the day. "He picked me straight up, both of my legs dangling, and he fucked me, he fucked me so hard, so strong, so deep. I came again, harder than before. I couldn't take it anymore, so I got down on my own knees and sucked him off until he came on these tits." She rubbed them together for emphasis. I was on the verge of cumming myself. Wouldn't you be? "I was exhausted. But then, just before he left, I told him that I wanted to be gang-fucked, I wanted five cocks, five big, strange cocks in me and on me and all over me, all at once, and you know what? My lover said he would make that happen for me, next weekend. So, after he left, I was still so fucking turned on thinking about that, thinking about him, that I got out my rabbit and I fucked myself with it again until I came." "So, that's why I was late," she said calmly, getting up from the desk, straightening her skirt, and ceasing the titty-rub show. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Well, I guess that's a pretty good reason for your tardiness, Linda." I looked at her sternly. "But don't let it happen again." She nodded once more in consent, like a scolded adolescent. "At least, not more than four or five times a week," I thought to myself. As she approached the door, she turned around and snapped her exquisitely manicured fingers. "Oops, I almost forgot one thing. I may have to leave a little early today, too, boss." I tried to glare at her, but instead could only raise my eyebrows in inquisitive curiosity. "See," she cooed slowly. "My lover said he wanted to see me with another woman, but I didn't think that was quite good enough after all he's done for me. So this morning I called a hot girlfriend of mine, and she's bringing her own hot girlfriend, and we're all going to meet him first at the Chestnut Cabaret at seven for a drink, and then I've booked a room at the University Sheraton for the four of us, and um, well, let's just say we're going to thoroughly entertain him." My mouth took on a life of its own and drooped in cartoonish shock. You know those scenes of animation when the jaw bounces off the floor? "But don't tell anyone, promise? It's a surprise. Whatever you do, don't tell him to be there at seven sharp so he can see a three-girl show. And, I'll have to leave the show a little early 'cause my fiancee will be coming home late tonight, but I've made arrangements so that the other girls will stay the night with him and have their own fun." She opened the door and resumed her day, nipple-ache and all. Brave soul. And, cross my heart, Linda, I won't tell a soul. Except you, dear readers. Soon. It does sounds like fun. Why keep it to myself?