The company I work for designs digital audio recording equipment,
and we recently completed a long and arduous project. The company, in
an unusually benevolent mood, decided to reward the design team with a
"conference"/vacation in Tahiti, with the "conference" portion
consisting of an hour per day of informal meetings. This was included
to satisfy the corporate accountants; most of us saw it as an excuse to
unwind after a successful and stressful project. Workaholic that I was,
I expected a boring week of swatting insects, drinking too-sweet
tropical cocktails,and missing my work-station/world back home. I was
in for a big surprise.

Upon arrival at the Islander Hotel and checking into my room ( a
private suite...hmmm.... company stocks must be on an upturn...), I
went to the bar to see if they served anything other than the typical
coconut-and-sugar fare. I was delighted to find a goodly assortment of
imported beers including some obscure German darks. Perhaps this week
wouldn't be so bad after all.... Ten minutes later I walked out on the
patio with my second beer in hand and a warm fuzz beginning to grow in
my head. The sun was just beginning to set, and it looked like it was
actually diving under the sea. I stood and enjoyed the view for a
while, and when I turned to go back inside I was surprised to see that
one of my few female co-workers had also been watching. I couldn't
recall her name, since she was fairly new to our department and worked
on a different portion of the project than I. I'd seen her in the halls
and cafeteria from time to time but we'd never spoken beyond a few
words in passing. Because she was attractive there was the usual office
gossip going around, and what I had heard of it seemed to indicate that
she was unavailable. No ring, no boyfriend in evidence, but the
engineers who had asked for dates had all been gently but firmly turned
away. The office idiots speculated that she was a lesbian (probably in
a vain attempt to soothe their bruised egos), but I had written her off
my prospective date list, such as it was, as being simply "OOML" ( Out
Of My League). It was nice to see an attractive female face and figure
so far from home, but I had no thoughts of getting to know her better.
Deciding that German beer and empty stomach make an unpleasant match, I
went inside to eat dinner and thought no more about her.

The next morning, after our "meeting", we were free for the day. My
friends were going skin-diving, which didn't interest me that day, so I
decided to explore a bit of the island by myself. I headed inland and
quickly left civilization behind. The terrain became hilly and the
vegetation was fairly dense; I had thoughts of Gilligan's Island, and I
naturally saw myself in the role of the professor. "Now where's that
delicious little Mary Anne?" I thought with a grin on my face and sweat
rolling down my forehead. I was really beginning to regret not having
brought a canteen, and then I heard the sound of flowing water up
ahead. The foliage was very dense now and I had to crawl on hands and
knees to approach the source of the sound. As I crawled I snagged my
shirt on a branch, and when I stopped to free myself I looked ahead
toward the water. I was delighted to see a small waterfall cascading
into a crystal-clear pool the size of a small swimming pool. Lush ferns
all around, the sound of tropical birds in the trees, a nice rock to
dive from... this was simply Paradise! As I prepared to part the
remaining branches and run to the pool and dive in, clothes and all, a
sound caught my ear and I stopped to find its source. There beyond the
rock, lying next to the pool in the briefest of bikinis, was the same
girl I'd seen on the patio the evening before! What a coincidence! I
hesitated, torn between the desire to stare and the feeling that I was
intruding and should leave without disturbing her privacy. For the
moment I simply stared... I was amazed at how good she looked with her
long hair unpinned and that gravity-defying bikini on. Even more
striking was the powerful sense of "rightness" about the setting. She
really looked like she'd been born just for this moment in this exact
place. This added to my feeling of being an intruder, so I resolved to
leave. Just as I was turning my hungering eyes away from her I saw her
reach behind her and unfasten the bikini top, and all my resolve melted
in an instant.

The top fell away as she sat up, and I nearly sighed out loud when
I saw her breasts. It wasn't their size but rather their shape: they
were the most beautiful I'd ever seen. About average size, but full and
round with no trace of sagging. As she moved they swayed gently like I
imagined pears on a tree would in a light breeze. I was sure these
would taste better than any pear I'd ever had! The nipples were light
pink and fairly large, and my mouth literally watered as I stared. I
knew I should be a gentleman and leave immediately, but my body didn't
seem to get the message. In fact, a certain part of me showed clear
indications of sticking around. It was sticking up more every second.

What happened next almost stopped my heart: she reached up and
cupped one of those beauties in her hand... not firmly, as I might have
at the moment, but with an ultra-feminine gentleness that filled me
with both lust and wonder. It looked like she was cuddling a soft,
fluffy kitten. It seemed as though she was exploring herself for the
very first time. She softly caressed it for a while, and then moistened
two fingers in the water and began to rub the nipple delicately. Her
head tilted back and a low sigh escaped her parted lips. I imagined
that it was my tongue rather than her fingers, and I could almost taste
her. At the same time I got a strong sensation that she was imagining
the exact same thing! Well, that was silly... we didn't even know each
other. Still, a nice thought...

I watched this for several minutes, unaware that my heart rate and
blood pressure had taken a steep climb. I forgot about the
surroundings, my job, my ex-wife... the whole world was right here
before my eyes. I was nearly in a hypnotic state, though far from
relaxed. My mouth hang so far open I probably would have tripped over
my moustache had I attempted to walk. My eyes tracked every movement of
her hands like radar! Suddenly she stood up and turned away,
momentarily breaking the spell. Her hands went to her waist, and I
watched her slowly work her bikini bottom down until it fell at her
feet. She didn't turn around, which was okay with me because I got a
long look at her lovely ass. She was obviously not a nude sunbather
because her tan stopped at the waist, leaving her hips a striking white
in contrast to her tanned back and legs.
I liked the effect of this, and was in no hurry at all for her to turn
around, though I was curious to see if she was a natural blonde. Her
hips were lush, probably too full for a modelling career (for which I
was glad!), and my hands clenched involuntarily in desire to caress
this wonderful treasure. Her legs parted, and I got a glimpse of golden
fleece between them. My erection throbbed painfully and I became aware
of the sound of my own heart beating in my ears. I'd never before been
this excited! While one hand petted her hips, her other slipped in
front, and I realized she was fingering herself. A loud moan reached my
ears, and as she suddenly turned toward me I shockingly realized that
the groan was mine! I froze in shame and terror as she stared right at
me. I didn't know if she could actually see me through the plants but
her reaction showed that she knew she'd been watched. When she snatched
up her towel to cover herself I panicked and ran, my rapidly-shrinking
erection not making my flight any easier. As I crashed through the
thick growth my mind was full of competing thoughts of disgust with
myself, sympathy for her embarassment, and my desire for this exquisite
woman. I hoped against reason that she had been unable to recognize my
face through the branches, and even feared I might lose my job. Then I
realized that she would be reluctant to report the incident, and I
hadn't actually broken any laws. I certainly didn't go there to spy on
her! Still, the knowledge that she would likely consider me a peeping
Tom made me sad and ashamed. Any chance I had of getting to know her
was gone as surely as was my hard-on.

The employees had dinner together on the patio that evening, and
when I eventually made eye contact with her she quickly averted her
eyes and blushed. Well, that settled the question of her recognizing
me. She avoided looking in my direction for the rest of the evening, so
I took the opportunity to watch her closely. Her innocent face and
graceful movements reminded me of a cat, and this brought on a vivid
mental image of her cuddling and petting her lovely breasts. I
discretely "adjusted" myself as my penis began to protest the tight
confinement of my jeans. It obviously had a different sort of tightness
in mind. As I watched her, I became aware that my interest was
transcending lust for her body. I felt a strong curiousity about the
reason for her shyness and aloofness, especially since I'd seen clear
evidence of her passionate nature. I'm a real cat lover, and had
successfully kept custody of our two after the divorce. I have always
admired their grace and sensuality, and their ability to act wholly
disinterested and unresponsive to my playful overtures even though
their curious minds were racing. And when a cat decides it wants
affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of
itself! I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way she
did, and I had a brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of
being the one who soothed and kissed away her pain and fear. Strange as
it may seem, I believe I was beginning to fall in love with her. This
realization filled me with sadness since I knew what she now thought of
me. Was I really guilty of anything? I didn't intentionally spy on her,
I hadn't tried to rape her or anything..... I just COULDN'T help myself
from watching. I knew how weak this argument sounded, and in despair I
went back to my room convinced I'd never speak to her again. In the
shower I remembered her wet fingers on her erect nipple, and I
masturbated myself to orgasm. It didn't take long, and did nothing to
relieve my frustration and guilt.

Two days later I returned to the pool. I knew she wouldn't be there
since I left while she was still eating breakfast. I carried a towel
and suntan lotion and made sure she saw them when I left. I'm not sure
if I was inviting her or warning her away, but I knew she was aware of
my destination. The latemorning sun was very hot, and I again reached
the pool soaked in sweat. This time there were no distractions, and I
dived right in without bothering to remove my sweaty clothes. The water
was cooler than I had expected and very pleasant after my hot walk. I
stood under the waterfall for a while and got a great massage. "Ahhh...
this is truly Paradise! What could possibly feel better than this?", I
asked myself. Memories of my last visit to the pool filled my mind, and
I became sadly aware of exactly what would feel MUCH better than this.
"Not bloody likely!", I muttered. She definitely didn't seem the type
to be attracted to "peeping Toms". The thought filled me with
resentment... not against her but against my own stupidity in not
leaving while I still could have. My mood spoiled, I left the water and
decided to take a nap. As the sun began to dry my clothes my shorts
caused an unpleasant itch, so I stripped naked and lay down on the
towel next to the pool. I was asleep within minutes.

I was awakened by the sound of something moving in the bushes, and
my first drowsy thought was that some large, hungry animal was coming
to visit. My sleep-fogged mind churned out the conclusion that there
were probably no predators of the big-cat type in Tahiti, but I
remembered lots of accounts of sharp-tusked wild pigs. Just as I was
about to spring up I heard a tentative "hello", and the branches parted
to reveal the object of my desire. I grabbed the first thing at hand,
my t-shirt, and covered my naked crotch, though not very thoroughly. I
was embarassed about being caught nude, but also very curious about why
she had come when she knew I'd be here. I answered her greeting as she
approached the pool, and then waited to see what she'd say next. An
awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours. She finally sat
down on the rock about 5 feet away and stared intently at the pool. The
silence was almost physically painful, so I started to say something
glib and probably stupid. Instead, I heard myself apologizing and
asking for her understanding and forgiveness. It must have been the
right thing to say, because she visibly relaxed and looked into my
face. "My name's Katrina, but please call me Kitty", she said in a soft
voice. " Kitty... now that's appropriate. I'm Roger, and I'm very glad
to finally meet you. Sorry it's been in such a messy way", I said. I
immediately regretted the "appropriate" bit, but she didn't ask for
clarification. "Yes, I knew your name already, Roger"... oh, I liked
the way my name sounded from her lips! A shiver of pleasure ran up my
spine, and I realized I was indeed falling for her. At the same time I
felt very uncomfortable sitting there with only a t-shirt covering my
loins. I'd have liked to get dressed, but I didn't feel like asking her
to turn her head, and the whole thing seemed sort of silly since I'd
seen nearly all of her the other day.

The silence resumed, but was pleasant this time. She seemed to be
deep in thought,and I was afraid to ask why. Finally she asked why I
thought "Kitty" was an appropriate name for her, and I told her. I knew
I was saying too much and that I was making my longing for her clearer
with every word, but I couldn't stop. " I'm sorry, I'm getting carried
away. I have no right to lay this on you", I said, sure that I'd scared
her off. The thought that she must have been similarly attracted to me
(otherwise she'd not have come to the pool) never even entered my mind.
She said nothing for a long time, and then chuckled "I thought you
looked like a cat lover. Guess I was right". We laughed together at
this and the tension lessened a bit more. Seizing the moment, I asked
her why she seemed so aloof at work. "Oh, that's just a front I put up
to keep the guys away". " Well, it sure has worked, but why do you want
to do that?", I asked. I thought it best not to mention that most of
the guys claimed she was gay. "Ummm...I'd rather not talk about it",
she said with a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll
down her cheeks. I wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my
t-shirt would have fallen off and left me exposed. I didn't want to
think about sex while she was crying. "Well, maybe I should tell you;
I've had some bad experiences with men... no, not rape or anything like
that...in high school I was sort of plain looking and shy, and the few
boys I dated were only interested in sex. They never wanted to know me
as a person, and the closest they'd get to being romantic was a few
obligatory kisses before getting inside of me. They didn't care about
my pleasure at all, and left me feeling frustrated and used. Then in
college my folks had a bad car wreck; my mother died and my Dad was an
invalid. Between caring for him and my school work I had no time for a
social life. He died soon after I graduated and began working, but the
dates I've had since then haven't been much better than the ones in
high school. When men realize I don't have much experience they seem to
think they can forget about pleasing me and just have their own good
time. One guy even laughed at me afterwards and called me "little miss
priss". That really hurt! I guess men want girls who look and act like
Playboy centerfolds. Ordinary women like me are just temporary
stop-overs in their search for Miss Whatever-the-month. My hips are too
big, my bust too small, nose not straight enough.... I just don't
measure up, I guess". At this she resumed crying, and I began to cry
myself. I could feel her pain; my high school years had been hard for
me, and the rejection of me by my wife had punched large holes in my
selfesteem. After a while I looked her in the eye and said "Maybe you
just dated the wrong guys. We're not all like that... I'm certainly not
that way". She returned my gaze for a moment, then looked shyly away
and said "No, I didn't think you would be. That's why I was so glad you
came on this trip. I've watched you for a long time but was always
afraid to show any sign of interest. I haven't had a date in years, and
I don't know how to act with men any more".

Silence again. My mind raced with the implications of this. She
wanted me! And not just sexually! I could scarcely believe my ears. For
the moment I had no thought of sex; I was caught up in pure romance.
Her next question put me back in sex mode: "When you saw
me....ummm...touching myself...were you shocked? I must have looked so
wicked. What did you think of me?". She was unable to look at me as she
said this, and her lip trembled a bit. I considered my answer for a
while; "It was the most beautiful and arousing thing I've ever seen in
my life. You looked so natural, like you belong here. What were you
thinking?". "About you", she said in a small voice. "I was imagining it
was you touching me. I couldn't believe it when I saw you watching, and
now I wish... I wish you hadn't left". I remembered the sudden
impression of my tongue on her hard nipple and realized she had been
thinking and feeling the same thing. A mental video of the scene began
playing in my head, only this time it was indeed me that was giving her
pleasure. A powerful stirring in my groin brought me back to the
present, and I looked down to see my excitement becoming quite visible
beneath the thin t-shirt. She followed my gaze, and gave a soft sigh
when she saw what was happening. "Am I the cause of that?", she asked,
a rhetorical question if ever I heard one. We both stared as if
hypnotized as my cock became fully erect and the head slowly appeared
above the t-shirt edge. I instinctively started to cover myself, but
she said "No, please... I've never really seen one in the light, and
never this big". Now I'm no John Holmes, so she was either very naive
or a clever flatterer. At any rate, I liked the sound of it, and I
slowly pulled the t-shirt away. Her new-found boldness encouraged me,
too, so I said "Why don't you take a closer look, then?". She sat down
beside me, staring all the more at my rigid pole. "Isn't that
uncomfortable?", she asked with a smile. "Well, there are ways to make
it go away. They take a little time and effort, but I think I can
promise you'll find them well worth it", I said with only half a smile.
I could see her nipples also becoming erect through the thin material
of her bikini, and I imagined that she was getting a little wet.

Her hair was in a ponytail, and I made our first contact by undoing
it and smoothing it out until her hair looked the way it had before.
Not wanting to rush things, I gently turned her away from me and began
to massage her neck and shoulders gently. "Mmmmm...I like that" was all
she said, but her sighs encouraged me to proceed. I lay her face-down
on the towel and began to give her a good backrub, something my ex-wife
claimed I was the absolute champ at. I used a mixture of firm kneading
and soft caress, a tactic I knew was highly effective in relaxing
muscles while building sexual tension. Her wonderful breasts were
hidden from view, but I feasted my eyes on her ass, the one she claimed
was too big. My rubbing gradually approached her hips, but I made both
of us wait for that. I'd get almost there and then wander elsewhere.
After a few times of this she began to moan softly and wiggle her rear
everytime my hands approached. Still I waited; we had all day. "You're
a tease!" she breathed, and I answered that I was also teasing myself.
Finally I slid my hands under the bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them
down as she raised her hips to assist me. Her lovely ass was fully
exposed to my eyes and hands. I enjoyed the sight for a moment, and
noticed a hint of her natural scent. My head began to swim as I softly
caressed each firm cheek. No pretense of massage remained as I bent
down to kiss the gorgeous globes. My tongue traced a slow line along
the juncture of hip and thigh and she squirmed. As I neared the cleft
she groaned and tried to turn over to give me better access. "No, no...
not yet", I said as I continued my oral caresses. I worked my way down
her inner thigh until it began to tickle, and then reversed course
until I was at the back of her neck. Her hands came around and
unfastened the top, and I took advantage of this by licking my way down
from her shoulder blade to the side of her breast, again preventing her
from turning over. Quite a bit of her breast was accessable though the
nipple was buried in the towel. I licked and kissed what I could reach,
and she began to wiggle her rear with impatience. I responded by laying
full-length on top of her with my hard cock nestled between her cheeks.
My hands probed under her until they found her full breasts, and I
alternated between kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. She really
began to squirm and moan at that, and I enjoyed the friction of her
cheeks against my cock. "Better be careful", I thought to myself. "One
slip and I'd be inside her, and it's too soon".

I rolled over on my back, taking her with me and turning her around
to face me. We had our first kiss as she lay on me, and the feel of her
warm tits rubbing on my chest was the stuff of dreams. I felt my penis
slip between her legs and press into her pubic hair, another dangerous
situation. I rubbed my hard cock against her lips and clit a few times,
and was rewarded by a groan full of expectation. "No, not yet", I said,
but it took all my resolve to get off of her instead of taking her
right then. She made a sound of frustration, but my eager kisses put a
stop to that. My hands cupped her breasts as we kissed, and they felt
just as good as I had imagined. I had to taste them now! I kissed and
licked my way down her face and neck, and she groaned loudly when she
saw my destination. Her nipple jutted out so firmly it reminded me of
my turgid cock. I approached it the same way I had her ass, teasing my
way closer and closer. It became a playful game between us...so close
but not quite there...my tongue covered her entire breast in its
rambling but never reached the tantalizing center. When I finally did
take it into my lips she arched her back with a deep sigh and began to
caress the back of my head. I rolled the firm berry between my lips,
lightly caressing it with my tongue. When I took it gently between my
teeth and lightly tugged she cupped her other breast in her hand and
began to pet it too. Not wanting to let it feel ignored, I kissed and
sucked it too while she held it for me. This was one of the most erotic
scenes I could imagine. I looked into her eyes and saw the same love
there that I was feeling for her, and we kissed again, much more
sweetly and tenderly this time.

My tongue resumed its journey as I slowly worked my way down her
body. She gasped and squirmed when I probed her navel, both because it
tickled and because she knew where I'd go next. When I reached the
first few golden hairs I took them between my teeth and pulled lightly.
She giggled at this, but when I moved a little lower she suddenly
tensed. "You don't have to do that", she said. Her tone of voice made
it clear that she was afraid I was going to do an unpleasant duty. "Oh,
but I WANT to! Don't you like it?", I asked as I grazed a little lower.
"I don't know. It's only happened in my dreams", she sighed. "I'm
afraid you'll think it's gross or something". "Far from it", I answered
as I looked at her pussy for the first time. Sparse, downy blonde bush,
with small, coral-pink lips. Like the rest of her, it looked
"delicate". Her womanly scent and the wetness of her lips and
surrounding hair was further proof of her arousal. "You're beautiful",
I said, as I worked my tongue down along the side of her lips, avoiding
her clitoris for now. Finally I put my tongue between her lips directly
over her vagina. Slowly I worked my way upward, tongue flicking back
and forth. I ran my hands under her ass and craddled each full cheek,
and as I neared her clit I could feel her muscles tense in
anticipation. She was sighing softly, but as I reached her clit and
began to lightly lap at it she began to moan. "Oh, yessss...that's so
good.... even better than I dreamed!". Her hands went again to the back
of my head, pulling me closer to the source of her pleasure. Ever the
tease, I left her clit and descended again to her opening. My fingers
spread her lips as I speared my tongue as deeply as I could. So tight!
I didn't know how I was going to manage getting my cock in, but I was
certainly looking forward to finding out! A finger replaced my tongue
as I headed back to her clitoris. I began to lick her in earnest as my
finger slowly stroked her vagina. Her flow increased, and my cheeks and
chin were soon wet with it. She needn't have worried that I'd find it
"gross": she tasted wonderful!

My tongue went into high gear, and it wasn't long before she showed
signs of approaching orgasm. "Ummm...don't stop...I think I'm going
to...yesss...I'm ... ohhh...I've never... ahhh..."; this and other
incoherent cries reached my ears as I urged her closer and closer. I
reached up and cupped a breast, and looked her in the face as she went
over the edge. Her expression of delight and surprise were something to
see, making my hard cock pulse in pure lust. Again she reached for her
other breast, this time making a vain attempt to suck her own nipple as
she came. I almost came myself at the sight of her! Her vagina spasmed
firmly around my finger as we rode out her climax together. I licked
and softly kissed her lips as she slowly released the tension in her
back and legs; I knew she'd be too sensitive for me to continue
stimulating her clit. My consideration for her overrode the impulse to
bury my straining penis in her, so I lay next to her and hugged her
tightly as she relaxed.

"That was...you were... fantastic!! I've never come before with
anyone else, only... my fingers. Your tongue felt so good!!", she
breathed. "Nobody else ever cared enough about my pleasure to do
anything like that. Thank you for caring about me". "No, don't thank
me; believe me when I say `was my pleasure'!", I said, and followed it
with a loving kiss. She made a sound in her throat that almost sounded
like a purr. She reached out and tentatively stroked my cock, which
responded with a twitch. "I think it likes you", I said with a grin and
a not-so-subtle hint that she get to know it better. "Mmmm... and I
like it!! But it looks so cold and lonely.", she responded. We both
grinned at that, considering the tropical heat. "Well, where could we
warm it up?", I asked. Her answer was nonverbal as she slowly kissed
her way down my chest. She was more merciful than I, and didn't torment
me for long. Her hand cupped my scrotum as her soft tongue began
winding its way up my shaft. The touch of wet tongue on rigid,
almost-achingly hard penis was like ice and fire, and I waited with
held breath as she approached the head. She licked the ultra-sensitive
spot just below the head, and then slowly took me between her lips. I
thought I'd die right then! The sight of her innocent face engulfing my
cock, her lips sliding up and down, and the feel of her velvety mouth
on my glans was more exciting than anything I'd ever known! About 90
seconds of this was all I could take; I had a better place to deposit
my load in mind. I pulled myself slowly from her lips, and she gave me
a knowing look as my penis left her mouth. "I've never done that
before, either. Did I do okay?". She knew full well she did better than
okay! "You must be a natural!", I said as I pulled her to me for a
kiss. "No, I think it's because I love you". It didn't immediately
register with me that she'd said that. I was looking at my wet cock and
thinking it was about to get even wetter. When her words finally hit me
they were like a drug. "Did you say you love me?", I asked in
disbelief. "Yes, I do. I know it seems too soon, but I've been thinking
about you for a long time now. I hope I haven't scared you away". She
couldn't look me in the eye, and I realized she was afraid I'd reject
her. My heart swelled with feelings of protectiveness and love, and I
hugged and kissed away all her doubts and fears. A tear of joy rolled
down her cheek, and I licked it away tenderly.

All this time my cock was poking her in the bellybutton, demanding
attention. "Yeah, love is fine", it seemed to say "but *I* need relief.
Now!" "Poor thing...it looks cold again. I have just the place for it",
she purred as she straddled my waist. "This is it!", I thought as she
guided my throbbing penis to her wet entrance. She looked me in the
eyes as she slowly settled down, my cock slipping deliciously into the
tightest, smoothest pussy I'd ever been in. About half-way down she
stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both sighed as my cock came
all the way out. "I just wanted to do that again!" she breathed as she
slid back down, this time all the way. I watched her face contort in
pleasure as she began to slowly work me in and out. I couldn't believe
how velvety soft and moist she was! She fit me like the tightest glove
but the friction was smooth and almost liquidy. As she speeded up I
realized I couldn't take much more of this and I regretted that I
wouldn't last long enough for her to come again. It just felt too good
to resist! As I felt the urge to come grow, I was surprised to hear her
gasp "Ohhh! I'm gonna come again!! It's sooooo good!!". I pulled her
down so I could suck her nipples, and as I took one in my mouth she
cried out as her climax seized her. Amazingly, I was able to hold off
from coming myself as she rode me while her vagina clenched and
massaged my cock with her orgasmic contractions. Her back arched so
hard I feared she'd break her spine. Finally she slumped forward in
release, kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn't come, so
she made little grinding motions to keep me "interested" while she
caught her breath. Boy, was I ever interested!

After a few minutes (which seemed like forever!) I rolled her over
on her back and looked down at her. Most men would probably consider
her "cute" rather than pretty, but to me she was the most beautiful
thing in the world. Hair wild, face red, body wet with our sweat... she
was adorable! Her woman scent was much stronger now, and her pussy
looked much redder and fuller. I couldn't resist going down on her
again; her clit was even more sensitive now, and it didn't take long to
work her up again. I was going to make her come again, but she firmly
pulled me up, saying "It's your turn now!". I didn't argue with her; I
lifted her legs until her ankles rested on my shoulders and began to
rub the head of my cock against her lips. We both groaned as it parted
her and slid inside. The initial entry always feels so good...I had to
pull out several times just to do it again. I looked down and watched
myself stroke in and out slowly. I was teasing myself this time, trying
to prolong our coupling, though the fire building inside me made it
plain that I couldn't delay much longer. I pulled almost clear out and
made shallow strokes, so that only the head penetrated her. The sight
of her lips caressing the head as it withdrew, as though they were
trying to pull it back in again, was like a wet dream. I slowly ran it
all the way in, using my muscle control to make it twitch inside her.
She answered by contracting her pussy around me, and I lost the will to
tease any longer. I began to build up speed and depth until we could
hear the wet, sucking sound of our friction. "I want you to come for
me, to come IN me. Fill me up with it!", she cried. I increased my
efforts to do just that. Her vagina was like a living milking machine,
thirsting and drawing my come. It felt so damn good to be inside her
that I wanted it to never end. End it would, and soon! The pressure
built until I felt like a boiler ready to explode! I knew I'd shoot
into her like a firehose, and I wondered briefly whether she'd be able
to feel the come eruption.

"Do it, my darling! Come inside me! I want it to flood me!
Oh...yes...give it to me now!". A few more powerful thrusts and she
began to come. "Uhhh... Uhhh...yes...kiss me, darling, while we come!
Oh! Oh!". We kissed passionately as her third climax overtook her. The
contractions of her vagina sent me over the edge, and I buried my cock
as deeply as possible in her while the come exploded out of me like
flaming liquid bullets. "Yes, yes!! I feel it! It's so hot!" she said
between kisses. I groaned as each spurt of come burned its way through
my shaft and into her eager pussy. No climax I'd ever had had been so
intense or lasted so long! It felt like every drop of fluid in my
entire body was being emptied into her. Her vagina continued to gently
milk my penis, and I realized she too was still coming. I couldn't
believe how good our timing had been and how long our climaxes were
lasting. Our spasms finally stopped and we sighed together in release
and contentment.

I was so tired I had to rest my weight on top of her, but she
didn't seem to mind at all. As we rested and regained our breath we
exchanged tender kisses. "That was wonderful! I'm sorry this couldn't
have happened sooner. So much wasted time!", she whispered. I kissed
her again and said, "Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time".
"Ummm, yeah...lots of making up!", she answered with a smile filled
with promise.