Chapter 8
Rebecca got up and sat on the couch. Derek got up and refilled their glasses. "It's still cold enough," he said, handing her a glass.
"As long as it isn't flat."
He sat down by her and patted her knee. "Slide back and turn to face me." He waited until she did, then said, "Now open your legs so I can see your pussy."
She snickered and spread her legs. "You are a naughty boy."
"Enamored is more like it. I've never met a woman like you." He took a sip of wine. "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. Ask anything you wish. I won't guarantee an answer, though."
"What's with your husband? Why doesn't he take better care of such an extraordinary woman?"
"Have you ever had a dark-skinned woman?"
He didn't take her refusal to answer personally. He didn't know her very well, after all. Maybe some day he would meet her husband and make his own evaluation. "A black woman? Once."
"No, not an ethnic black. I have a girlfriend, Lila, who is part Creole, part French, and part God knows what else. Her description, not mine. She is one of the most alluring women I've ever met. You've seen pictures of the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti, haven't you?" He nodded, and she continued. "Well, that's who she looks like, only more beautiful. Not black. More like a light walnut. Nut-brown, I guess. Lustrous black hair that comes down to her ass. Much finer, softer than black hair usually is. A huge bush. It starts at her navel, goes down her belly in a thick line, then spreads just everywhere. She calls her pussy her fertile valley. In your words, she isn't quite as robust as I am, but she's got a lot of weight hanging on her chest."
"Why are telling me about her?"
Rebecca smiled mischievously. "She-likes to ski. My cabin isn't too far from the slopes, so I thought I might offer to let her use it occasionally during the season. She's very particular. And more than a bit aggressive. She frightens a lot of men, so she has trouble hooking up with one willing to take her on and satisfy her. I thought you might like to meet her."
"Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but why are you doing this for me? Are you afraid
I might get too serious with you?"
"No. I won't let that happen. She adores big cocks, like yours, aggressive women don't seem to turn you off--I'm thinking of myself now--and you like variety. Think you can handle her?"
"I can sure as hell try!"
Rebecca set her glass on the floor and crooked her finger at Derek. "Come here, dear. My throat is clear and I'm ready to go another round." She leaned back against the arm of the couch and patted her hairy mound. "Start here. I want to find out if you really do have a silver tongue."
He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in her crotch. The heady taste of her sweet pussy filled his mouth as he lapped at her cunt with long strokes of his tongue and probed the tender recesses of her wet slit with two fingers.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. "God, a tongue in my cunt turns me on! Lick my clit, dear. You can find it, can't you?"
He lifted his head and chuckled. "I like your sense of humor." He pulled his fingers out of her hole, used all ten fingers to spread her cunt lips and expose her deep gash, and swiped his tongue across her grand love button. "Magnificent clit," he muttered. "So big I could find it with both eyes closed."
"You'd better let me get under you and coax your cock back to life. I'm going to cum on your tongue, then you're going to fuck me. I don't want to lie to Lila when I tell her how superbly your cock stretches a pussy."
She scooted down flat on her back and he turned around and got over her in reverse. She reached for his cock, clutched the lengthy shaft with both hands, and began to kiss and lap it with her long tongue.
He put his arms between her legs, caught her shapely thighs under his upper arms and pushed her legs back to tip her crotch up. He cupped her firm ass cheeks in both hands and began to fuck her with his tongue.
She locked her ankles behind his back, gulped and swallowed as she lapped the head of his cock, licking around it, pulling at it with her lips. Then she took it into her mouth and began to toss her head up and down, fucking herself in the mouth with his big prick.
Fiery sensations flashed through him. He resolved to light a dozen candles, burn a ton of incense, and sacrifice a couple of virgins to whatever gods had brought this fabulous woman into his life. The feel of her hot, voluptuous body writhing and trembling under him made his head swim. The taste, the feel of her humid, tight sheath around his tongue made his passions soar. He pulled his tongue from her sopping hole and began to lash her unusually large clit, driving her to erotic heights.
Her orgasm started and she went wild, bucking and heaving and twisting under him. She nearly crushed his head in a tight leg-lock and came close to sucking the head of his cock off in stormy submission to her climax.
The moment her frantic movements began to slow, he fought his way out of her leg-lock and turned around. He crouched on his knees between her open legs, feeling her damp pussy with one hand, spreading the lips with his fingers, and guiding his cock with his other hand. She put her hands under her knees and pulled them back against her tits, almost doubling up, as she wiggled her hips impatiently.
The tip of his cock slipped between the lips of her pussy and he pushed his hips forward, easing into her. She moaned deep in her throat and hunched at him. He groaned and shuddered from the ecstatic sensations racing through him. Her channel was so damned tight! He had to wiggle and twist his cock in a tight circular motion to loosen her. He had not expected a woman her age to be so tight. He paused for a moment, letting her sheath relax so she wouldn't skin his cock as he penetrated her.
She wiggled and thrust her cunt at him. "Put it all in, darling," she panted. "All the way to your balls!"
He cautiously bucked his hips and his long shaft inched deeper and deeper into her heated love tunnel. Completely aroused and receptive, her tight, soggy sheath quickly relaxed and he began to slide smoothly in and out, probing deeper into her with each thrust.
She was an image of erotic enchantment. The cozy, pleasant glow of the firelight highlighted the elegant curves and hollows of her tanned body. Her thighs mashed her big, firm tit mound, deepening the cleavage between them. Tremors of passion flickered over her beautiful face. She looked up at him through half-closed eyes, a smile of ecstasy caressing her lush lips.
"Give me everything you've got, baby! Fuck me like you really enjoy my cunt!"
"God, I do enjoy your cunt!" he blurted. "I've never felt one so tight, so alive!"
"On a woman my age," she chuckled.
Her luxurious frame bounced from the force of his thrusts as he began to drive his rod in and out of her. Her lithe body looked so damned sexy all folded up with her beautiful, smooth thighs wide apart to hold her pussy open for him. He grasped her ankles and watched as he plundered her pussy, sliding the full length of his long prick in and out of her. The lusty sight nearly set him off before he was ready.
"I'm going to cum, Derek," she moaned, her face twisting with emotion, her breath coming in gasps. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum so fucking hard! Get it, baby! Get my cunt good!"
Her hips began to undulate harder, driving her cunt up at him, taking all he had to give her. He began to hammer her golden grotto harder, and suddenly his own orgasm became an inexorable force, lifting him, engulfing him in a cloud of euphoric bliss. He clung to her trim ankles and began to spear his prick into her with a flurry of motion. Sweat covered his jerking body as his hips flashed rapidly back and forth. Madly careening sensations possessed him. He slammed into her one last time, buried his prick to the hilt, and cum began to spurt into her fiery depths.
"Oh, Derek, I feel your cum squirting into me!" she wailed. "It feels so fucking good, Derek! Fuck me, Derek! Fuck me!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to buck and writhe and scream, gyrating her hips wildly, milking his cock with her strong cunt muscles, sucking the last drop of cum from his pulsating prong.
Based on her response when he jacked her off, he wasn't prepared for the fury of her orgasm or her raucous expression of rapture. Her frenzy goaded him to greater effort. Fighting against the velvet vise in her cunt, he continued to pump her pussy and rode up higher so his shaft would rub her clit.
Rebecca hit the peak twice before her turbulent movements began to subside. She pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. Then she let her arms and legs fall to the couch and relaxed under him. He started to move off her, and she grabbed him again.
"No," she whispered. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep his cock in her. "You aren't too heavy."
Cautiously, so he wouldn't roll off the couch, he turned onto his side and snuggled against her. "You smell so good," he muttered. "So warm and fragrant and delicious." He pulled her tighter and mashed her tits against his chest.
"I smell like a well-fucked woman," she chuckled. "Feel like one, too. I told you I sometimes get all sticky and gooey."
"You sure are noisy and wild when you cum."
"Now you know better than to fuck me if you don't want the whole neighborhood to know. I didn't turn you off, did I?"
"God, no! I love it. When I jacked you off, you just wiggled and moaned, so you caught me by surprise."
"Because I relaxed and just let it happen, dear. When I really get into it, I'm a rowdy fucker. The more I like it, the louder I get."
"You must have liked the way I fucked you."
"I loved it! Now, you'd better let me up before I stain your couch. You came enough to fill me twice."
"The more I like it, the more I cum," he quipped.
Rebecca slipped out of his arms and hurried into the bathroom to freshen her pussy before Derek took her back to her new cabin where she would fuck him again. He was so enamored of her and her pussy that he couldn't refuse her anything she wanted. And she wanted more of his cock.
She returned to the living room and picked up her dress and slipped into it. "Take me back to my place, dear."
"It's still early. Must we?"
"I didn't say you had to leave right away. I would rather send you out into the cold night alone later while I snuggle down in a warm, snug bed. I don't like to fuck and run. Men are used to it."
He got up, dressed and went outside with her. As they were driving to her place, he asked, "Why can't I stay all night?"
"That's getting into a personal area, but I guess you deserve an answer. I have only one bedroom, and I don't fuck other men in the bed I share with my husband. Clay hasn't fucked me there yet, but he will, and I won't do that to him. I'll fuck other women in my connubial bed, but not men."
"Fair enough. If I had a wife, I wouldn't want her to share our bed with a single man either. Oddly enough, I understand the part about women. A wife fucking other women isn't the same as fucking other men."
"Precisely. If you were married, how would you feel about your wife fucking other men?"
"If we did it as a threesome, I could handle it just fine. Otherwise, I don't know."
"You know I'm married and you fucked me. And you obviously expect to fuck me again when we get to my place. If your wife kept you well fucked, would you care who else she fucked?"
"I don't know," he said again. "I haven't given it any thought."
"Would you fuck other women, not in a threesome, if you had the chance and thought your wife wouldn't find out? Assuming, of course, that she was the jealous, possessive type, and didn't want you to fuck others."
"The shoe on the other foot, huh? I still don't know. I'd have to give it a lot of thought."
"You'd better do that. And apply the situation to a steady girlfriend, not just a wife. I'm not one of those flaming feminists, but I hate a double standard."
"You're tough," he said softly.
"Only on the outside," she laughed. "On the inside, I'm soft and squishy. As you well know."
"Until you start cumming. Then your pussy is like a vise!"