She opened the door at his first knock. Brill Matney looked at the luscious brunette who smiled and invited him inside. Damn! In just a few days, how could he have forgotten how beautiful Lynda was? She led him into her living room, her body moving sensuously beneath the thin silk of her hostess gown. Then she turned to him.
"Miss me?" she asked just before she melted into his arms. "Did you think I was gone forever?"
He felt her ripe body press against him. His hands discovered immediately that she was wearing nothing beneath the soft gown. His fingers felt the satin texture of her skin. His chest felt the hard nipples of her tits. He lowered his hand down her back, down to her ass. She wasn't even wearing panties.
He kissed her and discovered her lips parted, waiting for his tongue to enter her mouth. He answered that invitation just as willingly as he had agreed to drop over to the apartment tonight. He tongued her, sucking deeply at the sweetness of her breath. She was maddeningly lovely. Lynda was by far the most desirable woman he had ever met. She had such a body that any man would pant for her. Too bad she never let anyone discover just how lovely it was. Tonight, though, she was sure the hell being daring. How did she expect him not to make a fool of himself again?
"It's good to be back," she smiled as she drew back from him. Her eyes looked up into his. She kept her gorgeous tits against him, then slowly drew one leg up between his legs. She pressed her thigh into his hardening cock. Brill fought desperately against his throbbing desire for her. He fought to keep from attacking her right there. He had to be careful. He had been sure that he'd lost her when she disappeared. He didn't want a repeat of their last evening together. He struggled to keep his cock under control, stepping back reluctantly from the touch of her tits and the teasing pressure of her thigh. He kissed her gently on the forehead.
"That all I get?" she asked. She was thrusting her tits out provocatively, letting him see just how large and full they were. He glanced at them, then forced himself to look up into her eyes.
"Unless you want us to have another fight," he answered. "It's hard enough to keep under control in normal circumstances. With you having been gone for almost a week and being alone with you dressed in that outfit, I can't trust myself."
Lynda stepped toward him, catching his face in her hands and pulling his lips back to her own. She rubbed her body against him even more sensuously.
She darted her tongue into his mouth and rubbed her pussy all over his thigh. His cock throbbed in agony, frantic to get a chance at that soft pussy.
"Lynda, Baby," he tried to protest. "I'm only a man. I have the same feelings as any other man."
"Do you have them now?" she asked, interrupting him. Her eyes had a dreamy, misty quality in them. "Do you have a man's feeling in you now?"
"God, yes!" he panted. "I'm not made of stone, you know."
"Mmmmmmm. It doesn't feel that way to me."
He blushed. He tried to speak again, but couldn't find the power to speak. He felt helpless. She laughed and kissed him again. She gave him even more of a feel of her body against him. She cuddled against him, her body clinging to his strength. Finally, she looked up at him again.
"Fuck me," she hissed.
He stared at her. His mouth fell open in shock. He had been trying to for months without success. Hell, they had fought terribly because she wouldn't. Now she was asking him to. He looked at her, looked at her soft, radiant beauty. He looked over her tits, her waist, and her hips. He shook his head as though to clear it.
"Did I hear you correctly?" he asked. "Are you sure you want it?"
She kissed him again. This time he let himself respond to her sweet passion. The brunette felt his heart pounding against her tits. She felt the throbbing power of his cock through their clothing. She sighed contentedly and let her body yield itself to his hands as he began to feel over her. Each tit swelled larger and riper as he cupped them. Her pussy tingled as his hand slipped between her legs.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmmm, I waited so long to do this. I think it is way past time for me to lose my hang-ups, don't you?"
Her gown fell away as he reached inside and groped about her tits. He fingered over the luscious flesh, then thumbed her nipples until he had them hard and tight. He rubbed his rearing shaft against her tummy, then bent his legs so her pussy could feel the heat that pulsed from his cock. The brunette stirred softly in his arms and looked into his eyes once more.
"I have a bedroom," she smiled. "We'd be more comfortable."
He swept her up from the floor and carried her back to the door she indicated. He took her to the bed and laid her lovely body upon it. Her gown fell open exposing the full, naked beauty of her tits to his eye. The slit of her skirt revealed the loveliness of her long, lithe legs. He stood over her, gazing down in adoration.
"Why not join me?" she asked. "You want to stand around all night, or you ready to get to fucking?"
He paused long enough to strip out of his clothes. As he looked up, she had tossed her gown aside and was waiting for him. He eased down along side her, reaching for her tits as her delicately shaped fingers closed about his erect pecker. He sat for a moment, trembling in anticipation, while she played gently with his cock. She pumped him firmly as he leaned down and began sucking on her tits.
"Mmmmmm," Lynda purred. "Love them, sweetheart. Suck on my tits until you have me crazy with passion."
She tingled at the touch of his lips over her nipples. He sucked one tit, then the other. His hand reached for her pussy and caught her clit on the end of his finger. He rubbed the button in slow, circular motions, sending throbbing desire surging along her cunt. Lynda lay back, smiling. She must control her newly acquired lust. She must let him work them into frenzy. She wanted to go after his juicy cock. She wanted to pull it to her mouth and suck the hell out of it. Instead, she lay quietly, her body tingling at his slow, thorough foreplay.
"Ohhhhh, my darling!" he gasped. "I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted to have you like this since I first saw you."
The brunette smiled at his words. Eat me, she was thinking. Eat me or fuck me. Do whatever you like, as long as you do it! She pulled his foreskin back along his cock, pumping him until she had him twisting about, unable to remain calm and deliberate any longer. He came up over her, his long, pulsating cock poised to bury itself into her waiting pussy.
"I want this in you!" he told her. "I want to lay my load in that gorgeous little pussy. I want to bury my cock all the way into you."
"Yes!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, yes! Stop talking and do it! Fuck me, Brill! Fuck me!"
She was throbbing wildly as he brought his meat down against her cunt. The excited prick spread the lips of her cunt open and rushed powerfully inside. Her pussy muscles contracted about the beautiful meat, sucking it deeper and deeper up her twat. She heard him slosh through her gushing juices as he began to thrust and pump his cock deliriously. Lynda writhed beneath him, hunching to the tempo of his fuck. She glowed about the juicy cock. She felt her pussy clutching the hard shaft in wild, glorious spasms of pleasure. She locked her legs about him and pulled his driving body more tightly against her.
"Ooooooeeeeee!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Brill! Ooooooeeeee!"
Her mind was spinning in joy. He was loving her. Something about his fuck was different from any other. He was treating her as his Goddess. She could sense it in his passion. She was all the beauty of all the women who had ever lived. She was his woman!
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oooooo, fuck my pussy!"
She had stopped holding back her passion. She was letting her cunt ride his wild cock. She fucked just as wildly as he fucked. They rolled about the bed, tossing frantically in their throbbing, overpowering passion.
"Ohhhh, sweetheart!" he panted as he lifted his face from hers. "I'm getting that sweet pussy! Ohhhhh! I'm fucking that delicious tail! Ohhhhhh, Baby! Qhhhh, sweetheart! Let's fuck! Let's fuck!"
"Ooooooeeeee!" Lynda cried out, joining into his frenzy. "Oooooeeee! Ride me, Brill! Ride my pussy!"
His cock seemed to grow larger. His fucking seemed to get more lustful. His demand for her became more total as he thrust and plunged at her quivering pussy. The brunette rolled from side to side, twisting her pussy over his roaring cock to increase the delicious contact of his hard meat and her soft, pliant cunt.
"Mmmmmm!" she purred. "Ride me! Fuck me! Mmmmmmm!"
"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" He grunted as he increased the force of his balling.
Lynda felt suddenly pinned to the bed by the force of the orgasm that began to shake her. She lay gasping, paralyzed with pleasure as her pussy erupted about his raging cock. She fought for breath, then felt herself carried into a new dimension of erotic sensations.
"Aaaaaiiii!" she shrieked as his cum began boiling into her. "Aaaaaiiiii! It's beautiful! Oooo, it's beautiful!"
She lay in a soft pool of shimmering passion, her body trembling with intense pleasure. Brill kept bucking away, blowing his heavy charge into her glowing cunt. He seemed to lose his breath as his cock roared inside her. His cum flooded her. His prick trembled wildly and struggled to empty all its hot jizz.
"Uhhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhhh! Best fuck I ever had! Best fuck I ever dreamed of having! Uhhhhhhh!"
She waited for him to complete his wild discharge and lay softly against her. His head nestled between her tits, his hand at her pussy. She toyed sweetly with his shriveling cock.
"Worth waiting for?" she asked him. "Was I worth waiting for?"
Lynda kissed him good night with a long, lingering kiss. Brill had wanted to stay the night. She had refused. It had been tempting, awfully tempting. Still, she had refused. That would interfere with her plans.
She watched him walk down the hall, then closed her door and ran quickly to the bedroom. She dressed rapidly, finally attempting to brush some order into her hair. She sprayed perfume on herself, checked her appearance, and ran out of the apartment.
He was waiting in the hotel bar. He smiled as she entered and rose, walking through the crowded bar to join her. She snuggled against him, cuddling beneath his giant arms. The sheriff hugged her softly and reached in his pocket. He brought out a key and a parking claim check.
"We checked it over," he told her as he took the key to his red Chevy. "The boys hadn't harmed it."
"Thank you," she smiled. "You'll never know."
"Drink first?" he asked her. Lynda hesitated, then shook her head. She walked with him out of the bar and stood against him as they waited for an elevator. She'd helped him. He'd helped her. He had returned her car when he came to get his own. Now they could celebrate. Everything was even between them. Since he was a nice old man and she was a healthy young broad, why not a good fuck between friends?
"Up?" the elevator boy asked. Lynda looked up at the sheriff. They both laughed as they stepped in.