by Alina Sawyer
Well, he wasn't that desperate for an orgasm. If he was gonna come around her, he wanted more than the companionship of her hand. He could jerk off by himself. He did find her offer of 'auto-eroticism' something of a turn-on, though.
"No thanks -- I'd rather save it up for later."
"I mean it. I'd like to wank your crank while we drive. It's been ages since I've done that. Besides, since when did you ever worry about saving any up? You come more than any guy I've ever fucked."
He smiled at her flattery and wondered if it were true. He'd let himself think so, for now.
"And when we do get to the cabin," she continued, matter-of-factly, "I want you to last until I come and that's not gonna happen if it's been six weeks since you've fucked."
"Since we fucked," he teased her. There hadn't been anyone else, of course, but he hoped to give her just a hint of doubt.
"Oh bub, you ain't foolin' me! You haven't been with anyone else since we met!" She grew serious for a moment, "But it's okay with me if you do. You know fidelity isn't my hang-up."
He did know and the though made him cringe inside.
She sensed his discomfort and assured him, "I haven't been fucking anyone else either . . . at least not without you." She thought back to their last trip to the cabin. "But don't let that stop you. You get a chance for a nice piece, go for it. With my blessings. Really. You should have what you want."
"Now just who would I . . . fuck?" he wanted to know. "Besides you?"
"What about Sara what's-her-name in Constitutional Law? You must have seen the way she looks at you. You could get in her pants in a heartbeat."
"I hadn't noticed."
"Of course you haven't! That girl creams her jeans whenever she sees you. That's one of the things I love about you, you're so clueless about some things!"
The word 'love' caught his attention but he realized that she'd said that she loves a 'thing' about him, not that she loved him per se.
"She's cute. You really should fuck her." She playfully slapped his thigh. "C'mon, slip those jeans off. I wanna play with that big fat cock of yours."
He considered her request. "Flattery, madame, will get you everywhere." He undid his belt and began to work his jeans down towards his ankles. This was an awkward maneuver in that small sports car but soon he was naked from his waist to his ankles. He was not, however, very erect. The situation was still a bit much for him.
She reached for his penis, saying, "Think of me straddling your face while I suck this bad boy all the way down."
Nothing.
She tried a different tactic. "Remember how you like fucking from behind? I'm ready for that just as soon as we get there."
This began to do the trick but he was still inhibited by the situation. 'What if a truck passed and saw her jerking him off? Then again, what if? Who cares? He grew harder.
"Remember how hot Janet was?" A little bit harder now. She continued, "Do you like the way Sam squirts when she comes? Isn't that hot?" She was making herself hot as she tried to arouse him. " You know, Janet and Sam are coming by for brunch tomorrow. You can watch her come again, if we're lucky." Her conversation at last was having the intended effect on him. He was now fully hard.
He was beyond caring about their surroundings. Now, all he wanted was to ejaculate -- nothing drawn-out or intense, just something to relieve the urgent pressure painfully building in his balls.
Happy to oblige, she stroked her right hand up and down his shaft with a firm, comfortable grip. She could feel the wetness pooling in her panties now. She stopped her stroking for a moment, bringing her hand back to unbuckle her own belt and loosen the button beneath. When she had adequate access she moved her hand to her crotch, slipping her long fingers as far into her pussy as she could, under the circumstances.
She wasn't going to distract herself from driving by diddling herself. She simply wanted to scoop up a bit of her secretions. She withdrew two fingers coated with her cream. She brought them to his face and drew them across his upper lip. She knew this could bring him to orgasm almost by itself.
The musky scent of her arousal did the trick. He became even harder and more eager to come. He grasped her hand and brought those fingers to his mouth. He sucked and licked her juices off her fingers and she found the attention intensely erotic.
She returned her right hand to his waiting cock and began to move it up and down the length of his erection, never taking her eyes off the road. She always wanted to do this, though in her mind it was the guy who was driving. This way was probably safer, she reflected. 'Safe sex,' she smiled. She smiled too because she loved the feeling of his hard prick in her hand and the promise it held to be inside her soon. She quickened her stroke.
This was not what he had in mind to end the five-week hiatus in their love-making but as he neared release, he couldn't have cared less. Not as intense as some of the sensations she knew how to give him, her hand job was nonetheless doing the trick. After a few minutes of her stimulation, coupled with the scent of her sex right under his nose, and he was ready to blow, big time.
He didn't stop to consider the mess and when it hit him, he simply spewed sperm on his shirt, her hand, his shorts, and the car seat. She continued to stroke, but more slowly and gently until she was sure he was spent. For now. She knew he'd be back up soon, with plenty of seed to shoot wherever she wanted it.
"There's some tissues in the glovebox," she informed him. Then she brought her gooey fingers to her lips and made a show of sucking his come off of them. She loved the effect that seeing her suck down semen had on guys and so she did it eagerly. After a discrete interval, she took a swig from the soda she had in the holder on her door and rinsed the taste down.
He made some success of cleaning up his mess and was now wrestling his pants back in place. She wished she could have bent down to help clean his lovely prick. She loved suckling on a deflating phallus after she'd made it squirt. She really liked to watch guys come and was sorry she could only half-watch this time. But she would see it again, and soon!
This guy came like a teenager. He wasn't the longest lasting lover she ever had. He had some stamina but not like some of the older guys she fucked. His saving grace was that he could be hard again so soon, ready to shoot another load. Their record for his orgasms was six in one day, but then they hadn't even been trying. She thought he could do more, though he assured her he was at his limit. She'd have to explore this issue further.
"You like?"
"Yeah. I like." He paused. "It's not as good as . . . fucking you . . . or as good as one of your awesome blowjobs. But it fills the bill." He grinned as he sighed his satisfaction with her efforts.
She smiled back at him. "I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to return the favor, Bub."
Not long after he'd finished putting his clothes back together, they came to the unpaved road that lead to the cabin. They bounced up the rutted road for almost half an hour before they reached the their final destination. In a four wheel drive, one could make much better speed but in her little sports car, she had to go very slowly to avoid the larger rocks.
At last they reached the large A-frame on the woody slope and began to unload the few things they brought with them. Linda brought more than one change of clothes, though she didn't plan on spending much time dressed. This weekend was for fucking. She was horny as hell and needed a lot of sex and soon. Her cunt was seeping with anticipation. He must be in the same boat, she figured, unless he'd found some other girl in her absence and that seemed unlikely. She was ambivalent at the thought of him with another woman. In her head, she knew that she ought to be okay with it but somewhere else deep inside of her disagreed. In fact, she felt a twinge of jealousy for this imagined competitor.
She needn't have worried. He was no cat about town. He only had sex with Linda. Well, with her present. He though back to their last visit to the cabin and the evening in the hot tub. He had thought that he could only make love -- have sex -- with Linda because he was
so in love with her. Linda had taught him differently, however, by introducing him to her friend Janet.
He enthusiastically stepped up to the challenge when Janet asked Linda if she could fuck her man. His willingness to be so intimate with a near-stranger amazed him, even though Janet was marvelously sexy. She was a pretty, athletic woman with a rather erotic demeanor. The thought had his penis stirring, even though it's insistent demands had so recently been gratified. At times like that, it seemed he was just about all cock and balls. The brain had so little say then.
Once all their gear was in and properly stowed, Linda announced that she was going to take a shower and began to strip in the middle of the main room, in front of the fieldstone fireplace.
He could watch her moves all day. Now, she stretched her lithe form as she removed her loose blouse, arms extended over her head. Her moves were languorous and smooth yet unselfconscious. She was undressing for her benefit rather than for show but she wanted him to keep his eyes on her just the same.
He would have even had she been quick and clumsy about taking off her clothes. He gazed appreciatively as she wiggled her designer jeans down the compelling curves of her hips and bottom. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside in an effortless, fluid motion that seemed born of long practice. She repeated the process with her simple cotton panties, pastel pink this time. Later, she intended to try out the new lingerie she had packed.
She stood their naked and proud, easily striking a pose that showed her body to best advantage and was pleased by his fixation. "You joining me?" she asked him.
"I'd like that."
"Then take it off, buster. Take it all off!" she teased.
He gladly complied, much sloppier as he disrobed than she had been. He did not have her sensitivity about how one could best present oneself to a lover. She didn't mind, though. She liked his sexual naivete. He was no virgin when they met but she knew she would have a lot to teach him. Actually, she was surprised by just how much he did know. There was still more to teach him, however, and she was eager for the task.
When he had finished undressing, she walked over to him and hugged him, kissing him warmly, wetly, full on the mouth. Their kiss lasted for some time before she broke it off. She had long ago mastered kissing and was fairly well expecting the erection that rose between them. She smiled to see that she still had the knack. She reached for his cock and, grabbing it, lead him to the shower downstairs.
He was not going to go so easily. Surprising her, he swept her into his arms and carried her towards the bathroom. She had to release his dick to throw her arms around his neck and she squealed in her delight. She hadn't expected this but thought it was fun.
"Don't go throwing me in the lake," she admonished. She was referring to an incident last Fall, the last time he had carried her this way, down by the old boathouse. That had ended rather badly when he stumbled on a deck cleat. They ended up neck-deep in the frigid water of the lake.
This time, with no cleats to catch his foot on, he brought her safely to her destination.
Once the water was running hot (Janet had come by earlier in the day to fire up the water heater), they stepped under the luxurious stream. She tossed her blonde tresses back with a graceful flip of her head, allowing the steamy water to soak them before she began to shampoo her hair.
He reached for the bar of soap and tore off its cellophane wrapper. This was the fine Castilian kind that she preferred, claiming that almost anything else gave her a rash. He rubbed the bar across her stomach, lathering the gentle swells before moving has hands around to her fantastic backside. He soaped up her firm buns, losing himself in the feel of her curves. When he came to the alluring cleft between them, he gently trailed his fingers down until he was lathering her up and down her crack.
She loved his strong, almost rough strokes and was please that he liked her butt. She liked it too. When his fingers gently spread the lather around her anus, she flinched for just an instant before letting out an encouraging noise.
He gently stroked her anus while she made more soft sounds. He moved his other hand around to her front, intending to stroke her pussy. His progress was blocked by her hands, which were busily splashing water there. He passed the soap to her and in moments her sex was dripping with lather as the warm jets from the shower washed it away as fast as she could apply it. Shortly, she was satisfied with her cleansing and began to soap her arms and chest.
He pressed his finger against her anus, knowing that she liked the sensation of pressure there, while his free hand roved up to the gentle swell of her breasts and their large, pink nipples. As was his styles, he spent a great while tracing around the breast before moving on to the areole. He held off from the nipple until she insisted otherwise.
Now, with one of his hands playing gently with her bottom, she wanted the other squeezing her nipples and she said as much.
Glad not to have to guess her desires, he willingly obliged her.
She reveled in his attentions and the sensation of the warm water cascading down her body. After a short while, she turned her back to the shower stream and faced him. She worked her hands all over his body, making sure that she scrubbed every inch of him. She was careful to be sure that his cock and balls were thoroughly washed and then rinsed free of all traces of soap. Then, she knelt down before him and took his growing penis into her hot, wet mouth. She gripped his ass cheeks as she bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft, running her tongue up and over the veins and ridges, her lips brushing against his curly dark pubic hair.
He signaled his satisfaction with her efforts by letting out a low, throaty growl of approval.
This was met by her own sloppy sucking sounds as she brought the fat red head of his cock right to the back of her throat. She left off fondling his buns with one hand, moving it skillfully to his scrotum. She ever-so-gently dragged her long nails up and around his balls, eliciting his reflexive moan.
She kept this up for some time and he relished the attention, amazed that this erotic, complex woman should find him of such interest.
For her part, she was equally bemused that a nice, straight-laced, somewhat shy guy like him would so willingly follow where she lead. She sometimes felt unworthy of his attention and those thoughts upset her. At the present, however, she focused on sex, sucking him with as much of her considerable skill as she could muster. The act was exciting her nearly as much as it excited him and the tiny contractions travelling up and down her vagina were one result. She could also feel the growing wetness inside her, slicker and sweeter than any water could be.
He patted her gently on the back of the head, signaling that he was ready for a break. Her mouth and tongue were wonderful, offering sensations different from other sorts of stimulation and he knew that she would make him come right then if he let her. He wasn't quite ready yet. Long anticipation and repeated close calls made his orgasm better when it finally happened and he wanted that for the next one.
"That's incredible, Lin, but we oughtta save some for later." He grinned down at her.
She smiled lasciviously back at him, rubbing his penis against her cheek as she did so.
"What can I do for you?" he continued.
They were completely cleaned of any traces that the long drive had left and the water was still steaming hot. One of the luxuries of the cabin, which her folks had built for their large family, was that it had two water heaters. When everyone was up for Christmas, even now that her brother and sister were married and had kids, this meant that everyone could get a hot shower in the morning or after returning from the slopes. For now, the benefit was that they would not run out of hot water during their extended shower session.
Since coming back from the cabin last fall, they had not had as much time for sex as she liked. Their fucking had been worked in around their busy schedules, filling more than basic needs but still incomplete. Often, all they found the time or energy for was a pretty conventional fuck after returning from a long night
in the stacks. Sometimes, there wasn't even time for him to go down on her or she was simply too tired for that much stimulation.
This weekend was going to be different. This weekend was for gourmet sex and plenty of it. She turned around, facing the spray again and placed one hand on each of her buns. Leaning forward a little, she slowly spread her cheeks apart until her asshole and cunt were in full view.
He stared at her puffy pink pussy lips and the darker pink star just above them. He knew what she wanted and was eager to please her as she had pleased him. He squatted down and lowered his face between her outspread thighs. He began to nibble at the inner lips of her pussy, following them all the way back to her anus. There, he gave her the warm, wet strokes of his tongue that she craved.
A strong shudder went through her as his tongue first made contact with her pink pucker. She loved being rimmed and even more with the warm water streaming all down her sinuous form. In the shower especially she was free of worries that she might not be clean enough 'down there.' She reached for her swelling clitoris and began to circle it vigorously with the fingers of her right hand. With her left, she twirled and softly tugged at her rising nipples.
They hadn't had the chance to do this in months. Not that he hadn't gone down on her in the meantime, but their lovemaking was never quite relaxed enough for them to go much beyond their basic routine. That offered them both a large measure of satisfaction of their needs but it had begun to seem slightly dull, predictable, uninspired.
Hearing her delighted moans, knowing that this gave her so much pleasure was an extraordinary turn-on for him and he lapped at her eagerly.
She was leaning against the tiles with one shoulder while she moved her left hand down to slide two fingers into her impatient pussy. Slowly she shoved them in and even more slowly withdrew them, dripping with juices that were quickly washed away in the warmth of the water running over her skin. As he picked up the pace of his licking, she increased the speed of her thrusts and of the fingers circling her pink marble of a clit.