Chapter 7
Days later we were still reminiscing over that episode in our travels. As we sat around our campfires remembering the look on Joe's face when he found out we had the key, or the three cops shaking their fists after us, we broke into gales of laughter.
We had been having a rather uneventful journey through Texas. Everything stayed quiet and we met no one. We rode past flat fields and small towns, with the ever-present oil drills pumping away into the earth. We took our time and spent much of our time at our camp sites, just enjoying the quiet and solitude.
On the third day after our "kidnap escapade," as we were to refer to it long afterwards, we reached New Mexico. The Land of Enchantment, said the New Mexico license plates, and to me they were right. It had that rugged beauty found only in desert places, with wide open spaces and magical rock formations growing out of the hard earth. We crossed the border at the southeastern corner of the state and were headed in the direction of Carlsbad Caverns. It was getting towards dusk though, so we decided to find a camp for the night.
Usually we could find designated camping areas all along the roadway. We were on a back road, though, and I guess there weren't too many sites. We rode for quite a while without finding anywhere to stop. We didn't like to set up camp after dark, as it was impossible to see what we were doing. But we were still riding when the sun set, a giant red ball straight ahead of us against the horizon. The land all around us was barren and dry, with scraggly little shrub growing everywhere.
There was just a little light left in the sky when we spotted a small farmhouse up ahead with lights twinkling in the window. We stopped to discuss our plans.
"I bet if we go up to the door and ask if we could sleep in their barn, they wouldn't mind," Melba suggested.
"It's worth a try," I said.
We approached the farm slowly on our motorcycles. We turned down the gravel driveway, cutting our engines about one hundred feet from the small front porch. We dismounted, walked up to the front door, and knocked. I heard some sounds inside, then a young baby started crying. In a few seconds the door swung open about twelve inches and a woman peered cautiously out at us. She was a lovely, petite, dark-skinned woman, of Mexican heritage I figured.
"Yes?" she said timidly.
"Excuse us if we are bothering you," Melba said politely. We were looking for a place to camp, but we couldn't find one on this road. We were wondering if you have a barn or somewhere we could sleep for the night."
"We'd be glad to pay you," I added.
She looked at us carefully. "I ask my husband," she said quickly, and closed the door.
We stood there waiting for her to come back. We could hear her talking in Spanish to her husband inside. From the sound of it, I thought he didn't want us to stay. She seemed to be for it. They argued for a few minutes. Then the door opened again and he looked out. He was a very attractive man. He was of medium build, with skin much the same dark color as his wife's, and he had a strong face with thick, jet-black hair framing it. His eyes were large and soft brown in color. He seemed very surprised when he got a look at us. I don't know what he was expecting, but he certainly seemed pleased. He looked over my body very carefully, and then did the same with Melba. Then he broke into a wide grin and threw the door open.
"Come in, come in," he urged, with a slight accent that I found very appealing. He turned to his wife who was a few feet behind him and said, "Yes, I think you are right. They can sleep in the barn. The loft will be very comfortable." Then back to us he said, "I wish we had room here in the house. But you see, it is very small. And we have a small baby."
"Oh, that will be fine!" I assured him. "We expect no more than that. You are kind enough as it is."
"But please," he said, again looking at me very closely, "come have a beer with us. We have some cold. You see, we don't often have visitors."
"Thank you," Melba and I both echoed each other. "Beer sounds wonderful." And indeed it did, after a hard day on the road.
The woman smiled charmingly at us and we followed them into the kitchen. The house was very tiny. It had only the small living room where we had come in, a bedroom off the living room, and this kitchen with barely enough room for the four of us. They were obviously quite poor, though the house was clean and neat and attractive.
We all introduced ourselves. His name was Ricardo and hers, was Juanita. Ricardo went to get the beers out of the refrigerator and Juanita left the room. She came back in a few minutes carrying a small bundle which was squalling its lungs out. Their baby.
It was the cutest, tiniest thing I have ever seen. It was a little boy, Ricardo proudly told us, and they had named him Manuel. We admired him and oohed and aahed over him for a while, and then she took him back to bed.
We learned that Juanita had delivered him herself, with the help of a neighbor woman who lived a few miles away. Manuel was only two weeks old. We sat there drinking our beer and exchanging small talk. They told us of their life there on the farm. We told them of our travels and all the different places we had been to and hoped to go to.
We sat there late into the night, talking and laughing quietly. After we had only been there for an hour it was as though we were old friends. But the whole time there was a slight undercurrent, a sort of electric current in the air. It was definitely sexual. Ricardo was paying extra attention to me. Everytime I would say something, he would lean in very close and fix me with a deep stare. I found it impossible to ignore it, though I didn't want to anyway. His eyes would roam over my body, and I could feel them, almost as if they were tiny hands, exploring and caressing me invisibly. I shuddered, feeling a strong desire for this man start to burn in my vitals.
I too was admiring his body. He was wearing rough workpants and no shirt. His arms and shoulders were strong and powerful, the skin dark and smooth and hairless. His chest was broad and muscular, with a small patch of dark hair in the middle that I wanted to run my hands through. Every once in a while I would realize that he had said something to me that I didn't hear because I was so busy looking at his body and fantasizing having sex with him.
I worried that Juanita would notice. I glanced her way several times, but each time she seemed engrossed in conversation with Melba. In fact, as the evening wore on, we became split into two groups. Melba and Juanita were talking and Ricardo and I were talking. At one point, when he saw me looking nervously at Juanita, he said, "Don't worry about her. We understand each other." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but I trusted him enough not to worry about it. Anyway, she didn't seem perturbed, even when he pulled his chair up close to mine and started tracing circles on my bare legs.
Maybe she wasn't perturbed by it, but I was. My cunt was already starting to throb just by looking at him, and here he was teasing me into a new sexual state of arousal. He put one arm around the back of my chair and leaned very close to me, staring right down onto my boobs. They were quite swollen with desire, and my tits were hard and erect through the tight sweater-top I was wearing.
I was never much of a drinker, and the one beer I had made me feel slightly lightheaded. Ricardo stroked my hair, admiring the light blonde color of it. His fingers brushed my neck, sending chills racing up and down my spine.
"You have never been married?" he asked me in his deep voice with the slight accent. When I answered no he replied, "That is too bad. Some man would be very lucky to get you." I told him that I thought maybe someday I would settle down, but right now I was too interested in all men to concentrate on one man. I liked my freedom.
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said. "But we have a good arrangement. When Juanita and I got married, we promised each other to stay as free as we could with each other. Don't you think that's the way it should be?" he asked, leaning real close to my face so that I could hardly focus on him. His lips were inches away from mine. My mind was not on his question at all, but on the smooth full mouth so close to my own. I leaned forward, ready for the kiss, forgetting all else.
Abruptly he stood up, and I was shocked back onto a more conscious level. "I think it is time for bed," he announced. Juanita and Melba, interrupted from an engrossing conversation, looked up at him.
"Yes, I am tired," agreed Juanita. I looked at her closely for the first time since we had knocked on their front door. She was a beautiful woman, with wide-set dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a slender, noble neck. She was small, but had a nicely proportioned body, with a narrow waist that flared out into full, voluptuous hips. Her breasts were large, probably swollen with milk for her baby.
"I'm ready for some sleep too," said Melba, and I heartily agreed with her.
"I will show you to the barn," said Ricardo. He took my arm, giving me shivers up and down my spine, and ushered us out the back door. He picked up a kerosene lantern on the back step and lit it. The barn was about two hundred yards behind the house, a small, ramshackle building. We got inside and Ricardo showed us the few animals they owned-a couple of goats, a cow and some chickens. They stirred slightly when we entered, but didn't take too much notice of us. I hadn't been around animals too much before, so I was a little nervous.
"Don't be afraid of them," Ricardo assured us. "They are all gentle as can be." Next to one of the stalls was a ladder leading up into a hayloft. It was there that we would sleep. He handed Melba the lantern. "Careful," he warned. "Don't drop this or the whole place will go up in flames." He watched as she climbed the ladder into the loft. Her ass swayed gently back and forth as she mounted the steps. Ricardo watched with great interest. Then to me he said, "You have blanket?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I forgot all about it. I'll go get our sleeping bags. They're strapped onto our bikes," I explained.
"I will go with you. It is dark and I know the way." Silently we walked through the still night around the house to where the bikes were parked. I loosened the bags, handed one to Ricardo, and we carried them back to the barn. As we reached the barn door, I started to open it. Ricardo restrained my arm.
"Wait, Sandy," he said. Then he pushed me back against the door, leaned up against me, and kissed me full on the lips. His lips were soft and moist, his tongue insistent as it forced its way into my mouth. I was stunned and aroused. Willingly I parted my lips to let his tongue pass through. It caressed my teeth and the inner recesses beyond. I groaned. He leaned his body into me, pressing the firm bulge of his virile cock into my crotch. I could feel it throbbing hotly against me, and wished desperately for it inside me. Then his hand reached up and cupped my breast and I groaned again. He caressed the swollen aching flesh softly, playing with the hard tit between his fingers. And he kissed me again, and again, until I almost swooned. My heart was pounding in my chest and my pussy was on fire with lust.
"Oh, Ricardo," I breathed while my hand groped in the darkness for his cock. I found the hardened organ and gripped it tightly, frigging up and down on it through his pants. "I've got to have you. I'm so hot for you." He kissed me again, his hands on my shoulders, pinning me tightly to the door. Then they roamed freely over my full breasts while he arched his hips into me.
He whispered in my ear, "Not right now. I go in to my wife now. I come for you at dawn. You be ready?"
I nodded dumbly, not knowing how in the world I could possibly wait that long. He opened the barn door and I went in. I found my way to the ladder and up into the loft, aided by the light from the latent. When I got up there, I tossed Melba her sleeping bag. She had smoothed down two beds in the straw. She looked at my flushed face and tousled hair.
"My, looks like you and Ricardo had quite a tumble in the hay!"
"Not yet," I answered ruefully, rubbing my aching cunt. She grinned. Then I said, "I don't know what it is about some men. But they just send me all a flutter. Line was the same way. I just couldn't rest until I got a healthy taste of their cocks."
"I know what you mean," said Melba. "Happens to me too. What do you think I'm on the road for? I'm hoping I meet up with lots of those."
We took off our clothes and settled in to our sleeping bags. The hay made a soft bed, and the animals below kept the small barn warm. They were smelly, but it was a clean, good smell.
It took me a long time to fall asleep. My body was still aroused with desire for Ricardo, the blood still pounding from his deep kisses and urgent caresses. But finally my tiredness overcame me and I slept soundly until the dark quiet hour just before dawn.
I was awakened by footsteps on the ladder. Ricardo's? No, they were going down the ladder. They crossed the barn floor quietly. Then I heard the door creak open, then shut, and then all was silent again. I reached my hand over and felt Melba's sleeping bag. Empty. It must have been her going out. I wondered where she was going, but I was glad I would be alone when Ricardo came. I lay there in the darkness, waiting impatiently for the man. My cunt was impatient too-it had been waiting for many hours for its pleasure. It started to throb when I remembered last night as he kissed me against the barn door.
Through the window of the loft I saw the first gray rays of light start to peep over the horizon. And then I heard the barn door open. The animals stirred slightly under me. I looked over the edge of the loft and saw him coming to me. Soundlessly he walked with bare feet over the floor below. Then he reached the ladder. His muscles rippled on his bare arms as he pulled his weight up the wooden rungs. His head reached the top. He looked over and saw me lying there with my bag pulled up over my naked breasts.
He smiled at me. "Sandy," he said softly. I held my arms out to him. Swiftly he came to me. He pulled open my sleeping bag and I was naked underneath. He sucked in his breath when he saw my body, glowing white in the thin morning light. My breasts were two creamy mounds with their dark brown nipples puckered and erect. My belly was softly curved, like a fertile valley-my navel a small dark crater in the center. My thighs, long and fleshy, parted slightly for him, inviting him to taste what lay between.
Hurriedly he took off his pants. I gasped when I saw his huge dick flop out. It was long and thick, darkish in color, and the sides were lined with a network of blue veins that seemed to pulse and throb in time with the fast beating of my heart. He grinned. "You like a Mexican cock?" he said.
"I sure do," I answered. "And I love your cock. It's so big and hard!" I took it lovingly in my hands and felt the smooth shaft, slowly playing my fingers over the sensitive tip. He gave a low moan and knelt beside me on the hay. Lightly, teasingly, he ran his fingers up and down the length of my body like someone playing the piano. I shivered with pleasure, especially when he touched my breasts or the tops of my thighs. Then he took both breasts in his strong hands and cupped the twin melons firmly. He drew his fingers lightly over the quivering skin, back and forth, and then in small circles around the puckered brown ridges of my tits. This wrung a gasp from my lips, and he looked down at me and smiled. "You'll gasp harder than that before I'm through with you," he said in a voice that sounded almost threatening. I didn't know what he had in store for me, but I was most anxious to find out.
The gentleness in his face turned to cruelty suddenly and he pinched my tits, hard. I winced with the sharp pain, which gradually subsided, leaving the flesh throbbing with even stronger pleasure. Then he grew kind again.
"I know that sometimes a little pain can bring greater pleasure to a woman," he said. "With my wife it is true. With you, too?" he asked, pinching my tits even harder.
My answer was the low groan that escaped my lips as every nerve ending in my body responded not only to his cruel fingers, but to his words as well.
He was fully in control of me now, and I lay there before him, naked and submissive to his will. He stroked my body with the skill of a master, priming me for exquisite sensual pleasure. His hands played up and down the length of my belly, massaging and teasing the naked flesh. Every so often he would brush the top of my Venus mound, covered with my curly pubic hair. I would groan and plead with him to go further, to touch my aching cunt, but he had his own ideas. My legs were splayed wide; my tortured pussy oozing its sticky juice. I could feel it dripping down from my twat and coating my ass crack and anus with its slick lubrication.
Changing positions now, he knelt between my outspread thighs. He had a clear view of my cunt, swollen like a blooming flower thick with honey. His strong fingers gripped the vulnerable flesh on the insides of my legs and forced them apart as far as they could go. I was completely open to him. He leaned down and kissed the quivering skin. Thrills raced up my legs to my pussy, sending the nerve endings jolts of electricity. My loins pulsed with excitement.
His lips placed tiny kisses all up and down the insides of my thighs from my knees to right next to my steaming twat. "Oonnhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as he drew near my pussy, hoping that he would plunge his face into my slopping hole. But he was teasing me, and he kissed down to my knees again.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as his wet lips traced a path along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. As he kissed me he reached up and massaged my breasts, every now and then squeezing hard on the nipples which thrust out like hard rubber. Then he would stroke my belly, drawing his fingers down the sides of my waist. My whole body was a pleasure center, and he was controlling it skillfully, bringing me to greater heights of sexual ecstasy.
He reached around under and gripped my asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into those fleshy mounds. One hand found the tiny dark bud of my anus and tickled it, making me squirm with agitation. Then he brought a finger down near my steaming hot cunthole, wiggling it right at the creaming entrance to my joy hole.
"Uunnhhhhhhhh, stick it in, stick it in," I pleaded with him. He grinned evilly.
"Not yet, my sweet. We must take things slow," he replied.
I didn't know how much more of this sweet agony I could take. He hadn't even touched my cunt yet, and I felt like I was ready to come. He was driving me crazy with lust. His finger went back up to my asshole and teased me there. Then back down to my cunt. "Ooooonnhhhhhh!" I gasped every time he neared my drenched pussy.
Finally he touched me on my burning cunt and I almost screamed with the intense pleasure; I was so aroused. His fingers probed deep into my slushing hole and my pussy gave a humid gush of pleasure. "Aaaannnnhhhh!" I groaned as his finger assaulted my private parts, pushing its way up into the liquefied walls of my cuntal passage.
He was still sliding his lips wetly up and down the inner part of my thighs. Finally he slithered his tongue out and licked my throbbing clit. "OOohhhhhhh!" I shrieked with wild ecstasy as his mouth closed over the turgid organ and sucked. He caught the swollen bud between his teeth and jerked it this way and that, sending impulses racing to every nerve ending in my seething loins. Then he would close his soft lips over it, sucking gently but insistently. "Mmmnnn, Unhhhhhh," I was moaning as he urged me on to greater sexual pleasure.
Then his tongue flickered out and licked up and down the smooth grooves of my inner labia. It scooped up the juice smothering my cunt and smeared it back over my pulsating love button. I practically doubled up with the intense pleasure every time he did that; my legs were flopping uselessly about.
One hand tickled the dark recesses of my asscrack while the other probed the depths of my dripping box. Ricardo's tongue was slithering wetly over my tumescent pussy grooves as his lips smacked tightly onto my blood-engorged clitoris. I was yelling and moaning like a banshee, no longer aware of anything except the burning need of my cunt.
My head was tossing back and forth deliriously while my fingers grasped at the straw on both sides of me, digging and kneading like a cat's claws. My boobs were leaving on my chest as my whole body rocked in uncontrollable passion.
"Ohh, eat me!" I wailed. "Eat me out, suck my pussy!" his assault on my steaming snatch was relentless. His tongue flickered wetly through the smooth inner grooves of my cuntlips, then back over the downy outer labia. I looked down at Ricardo and watched him as he drew his face from my pussy. His chin was smeared with my juice and he hovered there, inhaling the warm aroma of my sex. He smiled wickedly, as though he knew the full extent of the power he was having over me. And I'm sure he did, because I was thrashing and moaning there before him, begging him to eat me, suck me, fuck me.
I felt his finger slide out of the slick walls of my cunt. I moaned with the loss of it. He gripped my asscheeks, pulling them wide apart, and felt with his finger for the dark bud of my anus. He found it, and pushed his finger roughly through the tight rectal muscle and into the pasty depths beyond. The feeling was incredible! My asshole felt stuffed while my cunt was achingly empty. My clit throbbed hotly, covered with my musky sex juice.
Again he lapped out with his tongue onto my thrusting love bud, sending me into paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure. "Nnnnaaaaaahh!" I choked as that fleshy organ urged me on to unbearable heights of tortuous desire. "Ooohhhhhhh!" I screamed as it jabbed up into my quim, slithering the juice over my nether lips as it went.
"Oh, fuck me, give me your cock!" I wailed, unable to endure this sweet agony any longer. "Fuuuccckkkk Mmeeeee!" Ricardo slurped on my turgid clit a few more times, and then finally decided it was time to give me what I wanted so badly.
He pulled his face away and grasped my waist with his strong hands. He pulled himself up so that his dick was positioned at the gates to my pleasure-wracked joy box. I quivered with anticipation. He placed the hard blunt tip onto my nectar-coated slit. Then, agonizingly slowly, he pushed, parting the pliant flesh easily. He penetrated up to one inch and stopped.
"Nngggghhhhhaaaaahhhh!" I cried, writhing frantically, trying to pull his fiery shaft deeper into my aching void. "More, please, more!" His hands seized my breasts and squeezed them, adding to the fantastic sensations he was already giving me. He shoved in another inch.
"Oh, baby, you're so good," I moaned, as my legs flopped weakly about. My entire body was consumed with the burning need to have his cock rammed in to the hilt. My seething cuntal walls were contracting viciously, trying to pull him deeper into me. My slit was swallowing voraciously at his shaft, as though it would engulf the entire huge length.
One more inch. I could feel my cunt being stretched to accommodate his gigantic organ; the drenched walls were spasming rhythmically around the probing tip.
"Aannhhhhh, do it, do it," I shrieked desperately, trying to impale myself on him. He smiled at me evilly, pinching and mauling at my rock-hard nipples.
"You want more?" he coaxed me. "I don't know if I want to give you any more."
"Oohhhh, please, yes. Give me more. Pleeeeaaasse!"
He shoved in another delicious inch. I screamed in ecstasy. His hands were ripping at my boobs, intensifying the amazing sensations I was receiving from his cock. Then one more inch. My hips bucked and danced, my ass rocked up and down crazily while my pussy pulled and drew on him.
Then, with one titanic shove, he rammed all the way in. I felt his cock plow into me and jam into the very tip of my womb. In one incredible second I was searingly filled with his magnificent length. I let out a wrenching shriek.
"Nnnngggggaaauuugggghhhhh!" I yelled as he began to pump at me, pulling out and then ramming back in with powerful strokes. His lips were at my earlobe.
"I'm gonna give it to you, little girl," he murmured, giving me rushes of seductive pleasure. His cock jabbed forcefully into my cunt, reaming me out with violent thrusts. My hips met his strokes, wantonly mashing themselves into his firm belly. His shaft rubbed my clit as it blasted into my tumescent snatch. My tender membranes clutched at him as he split my canal mercilessly; he sank all the way into the lush seething wetness of my convulsing tunnel.
The orgasm started to build in the deepness of my vitals and I shuddered convulsively. "Ahhhhh, oohhhhh," I gasped as incredible jolts of electricity coursed through my belly, prodded by his swollen tool. The sensations were building to a feverish pitch. Any second I would go flying over the brink and be blasted apart with a ripping climax.
In and out, in and out, he stroked rhythmically, I felt the first ripples start to spread through my quivering cunt.
"I'm coming, oh, oh, oh, I'm commmmmiiiinnngggggg!" I shrieked as it shattered through me like liquid lightning. Incredible sensations coursed through my tortured flesh in sweet waves of erotic pleasure; they seemed to multiply upon themselves, washing over me like violent waves in an ocean storm.
His hard prick thrust in and out of me relentlessly, like a fleshy battering ram. It rubbed my clitoris on each stroke, and then reached way up to massage my cervical chamber. My velvety canal membranes clutched and shuddered around his fiery shaft like fingers on a hand, milking every inch of pleasure out of it.
Our bellies were slapping together as our pelvises ground into each other. His hands had seized my ass and were pulling me up to him. My nails raked his back as I thrashed in the throes of my incredible orgasm.
He rode me out like a racehorse to the finish line. Finally the tremendous waves of sensation subsided and I lay under him, panting for breath. He was still thick and hard inside me.
He smiled down at me. "You come good, Sandy?" he asked with that charming accent. Breathless, I nodded.
"I come very good," I answered.
"Now it is my turn!" he grunted, as in one swift move he rolled over, clutching me to him so that I ended up on top of him, still impaled on his erect organ. "Now you fuck me!" he commanded. "Screw me good!"
I was more than happy to obey. He grabbed my boobs, which now hung from my chest in front of his face. He began to pinch and pull at them unmercifully, driving me wild with a new onslaught of erotic sensations. I could feel his turgid pole thrust hard into the very depths of my seething canal.
I began to manipulate my hips up and down on top of him, keeping to a slow, tantalizing rhythm. I threw my weight forward and raised my body up, posed like a cobra ready to strike. I threw my swelled boobs lasciviously into his hands and he worked the flesh like dough, kneading and massaging it.
"Mmmmmnnnnn," I murmured, feeling the sparks of a second orgasm starting to light in my loins. I sat back and lowered myself onto his rigid cock, feeling it sticking into me as far as it could go, poking deep into my womb.
"Oh, yes," moaned Ricardo, stroking my breasts and arching up with his hips. His voice was hypnotic to me, and spurred me on to more wanton thrusting. I shoved my ass down on him with frantic abandon and wild motions as I got hotter and hotter with my own growing climax. My steaming pussy was clutching at him so hard that he had to clench his teeth to hold out from coming right away. I could feel his erection throbbing and pulsating bigger and harder than it had been when I came the first time.
He thrust his pelvis up at me and I answered him with wild hammering of my own hips, taking everything he had to give me with voracious hunger. My tits jiggled and flopped in his face and my hair spilled over my shoulders and onto his broad chest and shoulders.
He was breathing hard now between his clenched teeth and I could tell he was getting ready to shoot. I was moaning and whimpering, and that seemed to drive him even wilder with his burning need to come.
"Oh, fuck me, screw me!" he shouted, as he drove his tool like a jackhammer into my hot pussy.
"Ahhh, stick it in me, shove it up me!" I shrieked as I felt myself nearing a second shattering orgasm. My cunt was tight against him, clutching wetly at the hot sides of his thrusting shaft. His blunted cocktip jabbed and poked at my cervix, pricking me on to greater erotic pleasures.
"Nnnhhh, nnnhhhhh," he gasped, pumping at me, hell-bent for leather, his whole body shuddering with ecstasy at the approach of his climax. His muscles were taut and his breath came sharp. His teeth were tightly clenched and his eyes were gripped shut. Our genitals made lewd smacking sounds as they hit against each other, and the sounds came faster and faster as we both neared the point of ecstasy. His soaking wet balls slammed against my inner thighs as he drove home with his hard throbbing sword.
He grabbed at me wildly, his cruel fingers digging violently into my tits, my ass, my hair. His mouth sucked and his tongue licked at my flesh, drinking it in as though he could never get enough.
He stroked mercilessly into my cunt. Then I felt the first few shudders of orgasm start to ripple through my belly. "I'm coming, oh my God, I'm coooommmmmiiiii-nnngg!" I shrieked as it ripped through me, more intensely than the first one had.
Then he let go, and it was like a dam breaking. "Nnngggghhhaaahh!" he grunted as his rod jerked again and again, pouring streams of hot sticky come into my eager waiting womb. My cunt walls spasmed violently around his shaft, sucking at him, soaking up all of it and squeezing it out of him.
He shot and squirted until I thought he would never stop, and I felt like I would go spinning into orbit with the unbelievable erotic sensations his pistoning rod was giving me as I came all around it.
Finally my passion began to subside, and his cock ran out of its milky spunk. "Aahhhh, ohhhh," I moaned exhaustedly as I collapsed against him, relishing the feel of my supple tits against his smooth chest. He held me in his arms tenderly as his dick began to shrink back to size. We lay there in the fragrant straw, breathing heavily and basking in the warm glow of after-sex pleasure.