Linda was elated when she walked out of the music school, if not also a little exhausted. Her lesson had gone well. The elementary method he was using with her was working… to say nothing of the fringe benefits. She felt she was having an impact on places other than her own home. And she liked that.
She felt so good that she took a slight detour and went over to First Avenue where the Boy Scouts office was located. She would put her name in to be a scoutmaster. In that moment, she had just the right amount of nerve. For Linda was a basically shy girl.
"Yes, ma'am?" said a short, white-haired lady in a trim black suit and a white blouse. "May I help you?"
"Uh, yes, I would like to be a scout leader."
"Certainly. Would you kindly fill out this form? We prefer gentlemen, of course, but we can't always get them."
Linda completed the form and handed it back to the lady.
"Thank you, uh, yes, dear, we'll call you for an interview."
"Oh, when will that be?" asked Linda, disappointed. She was counting on her first troop right away.
"Oh, this week, never you fear," answered the lady sweetly. "It's so nice to have people so enthusiastic," she marveled. "Usually we have to recruit. Thank you so much."
"Good-bye now," said Linda graciously.
Outside, walking up the street, she had to smile. Enthusiastic, yes. To meet up with some fine father on an overnight hike? What could be more blissful? And Tim would never suspect. After all, it was all in the line of duty. How would he know someone's old man came along to chaperone?
In a few weeks, she might need a chaperone. But before that time, she was determined to have fun.
She was interviewed by the head of the local chapter that week, and passed with flying colors. Her age was a distinct bonus. They liked them young, but mature. And energetic. She was to take group at a church on the southeast side of town.
She was hardly prepared for such an energetic group of young men. The outgoing scoutmaster, an older man, seemed glad to be rid of the bunch. She smiled continuously during the whole meeting and they eyed her curiously. Finally the man turned it over to her.
"Yes," she smiled nervously, "I see there's a fine bunch of boys here."
A wolf whistle sounded from the back of the boiler room where the boys were seated around a long table.
"Thank you for your appreciation. I trust we will all get along just fine." She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, the movement raising her breasts an inch or two.
"Mama mia," said another boy, with dirk hair and dark eyes. Linda's eyes lit upon him for a moment. His head wagged up and down; he was glad to have the attention.
Linda continued. "How would you like to have an overnight hike soon?" she asked.
Whoops and hollers resounded throughout the boiler room.
"Well, I'm glad you like the idea. Summer is fast drawing to a close and it would be a nice way to spend a weekend in August, don't you think?"
"Isn't that a bit fast, Miss…" began the outgoing scoutmaster, who had no more power as far as she was concerned. "You're new. You don't know what you're getting into. You must establish some discipline first. Get to know the boys. Have them work with you on their badges, and on all their other projects."
"That can be done all winter," said Linda firmly, not batting an eye.
When the meeting was over, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. But she was so elated she could hardly stand it. There was such excitement in that room, such energy! She found it excited and aroused her. And in a moment she could go home and masturbate it away.
The boys came up to talk to her afterwards. One by one they gave her their vote of approval. The last one to leave, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, said to her, "Mrs. Carney, my dad would come with us on the overnight. I just know he would."
Well, my dear, if he looks anything like you, I'm sure I'd be delighted, she thought. But she said, "Well, thank you. And who are you, may I ask?"
"Dick. My father's name is Richard Ainico. He's nuts about women. I mean…"
"We would be more than delighted to have him along, Dick. You invite him, will you?" She tried to conceal a smile.
"Oh, thanks, Mrs. Carney thanks a lot." He turned and ran out of the room.
Mrs. Carney gathered her purse and the materials she had brought along for an emergency project. She hadn't needed them. Outside the church she found a telephone. She dialed Frankie's hotel. He was not in.
"I have a message from him for Elaine," said the hotel clerk. "Is this Elaine?"
"No, this is not Elaine," said Linda coolly. She added, on second thought, "But I know Elaine, I'll give her the message."
"She's to meet him after the theater tonight, and come with him to the closing theater party at the Ton House."
"I'll give her the message," promised Linda.
"Thank you." And she hung up.
So Frankie would be leaving town soon. Her heart fell. Well, at least she had plans for the evening. Thank you, Elaine, whoever you are! She went home to change.
He was cooking supper when she got home. He seemed to be getting used to the prospect.
She bathed and changed into a black lace dress, one that drew sharp gasps and entranced expressions each time she entered a crowded room. Which had been rarely, lately. But it would do now for crashing a party.
She came downstairs, heavily made-up and perfumed. Tim looked up from the stove and stared.
"What's for supper, honey?" she asked bouncily, pretending not to notice his stares.
"You," he answered, laid down his stew ladle and came towards her.
"Oh, nothing doing," she said laughing, and backed away. "I'm going out. To a party, Tim. It's just a party," she added, in answer to the frown that crossed his face.
"Don't I even get a kiss, Linda? Just a kiss? Remember me? I'm your old man."
"A kiss, old man, here's a kiss." She pulled Tim into her arms and embraced him. It was good to feel his familiar body next to hers again. She planted a warm, wet kiss on his soft lips and withdrew.
"I feel like I've been punished enough, Linda, for whatever I've done wrong. It's all happened so fast, I'm still not sure what I did. I guess you'd been storing it up for a long time, eh?" He pawed her face and brushed her blond hair back.
"Not now, Tim. Later. We'll talk later."
She pulled away and pushed her hair into place again. He took a step back towards the kitchen door. She didn't want him to try anything. Not after he had raped her that time. She didn't completely trust him anymore.
"Linda – Linda honey," he stammered. He looked crushed. "Not another evening at home, at home without you. Please, Linda. Have a heart."
She had a heart and he was certainly tugging hard at its strings. But she was determined. There was something fierce and unrelenting in her now, and now that she was in touch with it, she would follow its course.
"I'm going, dear. Good-bye." She turned on her heel and headed across the dining room to the front door. "I'll be back later, I promise." Then she bit her lip.
She opened and closed the door quickly, before he could get any anti-social ideas. She walked briskly toward the car.
A minute later she was racing through the streets, as fast as the speed limit would allow. She wanted to take a spin in the country for some fresh air before she returned to the motel for the theater party. There had been so much excitement in her life lately. She needed some peace and quiet to think.
She drove slowly past the reservoir, along a dirt road. The air was mostly fresh out here, except for a gust of wind now and then that carried odors downwind from the corn syrup factory.
She turned onto the shoulder under some tall bushes overlooking the reservoir and stopped. She was grateful for the calm. It was pretty and peaceful at dusk.
She noticed one lone hiker coming down the road. He was tall, and young, and wore a kerchief around his neck. He noticed her car and waved casually, before he strode on past. She watched him in her rear view mirror, scuffing up dust with his boots.
When he was, ten feet past the car and still walking, she honked the horn lightly. He looked back. Seeing her wave at him, he stopped, hesitated, then started on back toward her.
Why not a little fling, Linda, before the party starts? You have some time to kill, she thought.
"You're not an explorer scout by any chance, are you?" asked Linda as the young man came up to the car window.
"Yes, ma'am, I am."
"Where are you hiking from? Or to?" she asked pleasantly. She didn't wish to appear overanxious.
"Uh, from Barney," the teen said, nodding over his shoulder. Barney was a town about six miles away. A safe enough distance.
"Ah, I've just become a Boy Scout leader in Livermore myself," said Linda. "It's all new to me. I'm really learning a lot."
"That's nice," he said, friendlier. "I just got my church award. For service and things like that."
That made him more of a challenge, thought Linda. "Can I drop you somewhere?" she asked.
"Oh, no, I like to walk. I'm just going to my aunt's house. For a late supper."
That made it a doubly hard challenge, Linda thought. "What's this bush called to my right?" she inquired, feigning interest. "I'm not up on my flora and fauna, as I should be."
"Mulberry," said the youth quickly. He picked a berry, wiped it on his trousers, and ate it. Then he picked one for her.
Thems the berries, thought Linda. "Thank you." She accepted the treat graciously and popped it in her mouth. She hopped out of her car door just then, slammed it, and walked around to his side.
He seemed awkward and ill at ease. But he had a fine body, a fine, strong, young body. Linda looked him boldly up and down. "You must be all of seventeen," she said.
"Eighteen, ma'am," he said. "What's your name?"
"Gordon," came the abrupt reply. "Gordon what?"
"Gordon White."
"Oh, mine's, uh, Lila Casey," she said quickly. If the seduction were successful, she didn't want it traveling the Boy Scout circuits so quickly. People tended to know each other in small towns, she knew.
"You're a fine specimen of a scout," she said easily. "A tribute to our organization."
"Thank you, ma'am," the boy beamed. "I appreciate that, coming from a-a woman, a scoutmaster like yourself."
"Yes, why don't they call us scout mistresses, I wonder?" laughed Linda.
"Why, you know, I don't know that," said Gordon thoughtfully, "That's a good suggestion."
"You're a sincere guy," said Linda after a moment's pause.
"I try to be," answered Gordon. "Is there anything else I can show you? I mean, a plant or a bush?" The boy was blustered. "I know them pretty well."
"There is something you can show me, Gordon. If you would. And it's not a plant or a bush… exactly. It's-it's something else." Linda began rubbing her hands along her thighs, up and down. She couldn't help it. It was a revealing gesture, revealing even to her. She knew, now, how homey she was. And that she had to have this young scout. She would be his mistress or bust.
"You, Gordon," she said coolly, seductively, reaching for his crotch. She stepped quickly forward to make sure he wouldn't get away. She grabbed him between his legs and felt a hard underpinning beneath her hand.
"Ohhhh, Miss – Miss Casey. Oh, don't. Don't do that. Please!" He yelled out and pulled away.
Linda released her hand quickly. "What's wrong? What's the matter? You're all ready," pleaded Linda. "You're hard." She couldn't let him escape so easily, not when his body was complying with her wishes, even if his head was not. Yet.
"But I-I never – I mean, I just took the church award and…"
"You've never had a woman, is that it?" said Linda sympathetically. "There has to be a first time, you know. Why not? I'm a good teacher. Experienced. Willing. And there's no one else around. No one will ever know."
"No, no, I've never had a woman. I mean, I never even had a girl! I mean, you're so old. I-I'm sorry. I mean to say that."
Linda threw back her head and laughed. She was a big chagrined, though. "I understand," she said quickly. "It MUST seem strange to you. But very, very handsome."
She ran her hand down his groin, over his thigh, and up and down around his ass cheek. He was well-muscled. He must be very strong, she thought. Goes out for sports.
And he was a virgin.
She took him by the hand and lead him, slightly tagging, down the small embankment to the reservoir. It was part sand and part rock and a bit of dirt and grass. The mulberry bush hid them from the wad where an occasional car would pass. And what the bushes didn't hide, night soon would.
Linda sat down and pulled him down too. She paused a minute before kissing him. She didn't want to frighten him. He might rim.
She leaned and planted her lips on his. Then withdrew. She heard a short gasp from him. She kissed him again, a second longer this time, and again withdrew. His chest heaved once or twice, and he didn't take his eyes off her. When she leaned to kiss him a third time, he was ready. He kissed her back. Or rather he pecked her.
It was a beginning, Linda thought.
She grasped him by both cheeks then and this time, in a long and drawn-out kiss, placed her tongue between his lips and gently drilled it in. Her firm pressure caused him to open his mouth. Linda seized the opportunity to explore all the inner recesses of his warm, wet mouth. Only smacking and grunting sounds could be heard.
He was sighing audibly now at intervals. He clutched her arm clumsily and she brought his hand slowly, patiently, down to her right tit. There was an awkward, guttural hiss deep in his throat when he touched her there, as if he'd held his breath for years to touch a woman in that place. Now he could relax. His fingers and hand were squeezing in all the right places. Linda had never before encountered such eager hands.
She quickly pushed his hand down her low-cut dress, down and inside the bra, till he was grasping flesh. He squeezed her breast till it hurt. He found the fine pink nipple and squeezed that, too. He rolled it around in the palm of his hand.
She would get him all hot before she would go back to the car to get a blanket. She didn't want him running away.
This time HE kissed HER. He tilted his head awkwardly to hers and smacked her on the lips. Then he inserted his tongue, as she had, and drove it, slowly at first, and then wildly, in and out of her mouth. His tongue was thick and wet and divine.
Linda devoured it eagerly. She impaled her mouth on it. She sucked on it. And she felt his hand descend down her body, from her naked breast to her leg. Up, up, went the hand underneath her black lace dress. It touched the bare flesh above the gartered hose she wore. It fingered the delicate, soft flesh. Her pussy dripped honey into her tight lace panties.
She squirmed in his anus. "Oh, you wonderful hunk of male flesh," she drooled between kisses.
"Look, I've gotta fetch a blanket from the car. I don't want to ruin this dress. Okay?" She tried to pull from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go.
"No, you're changing your mind," Gordon said. A frown passed over his face and he bit his lower lip.
"No? What! Are you crazy? To leave a young hunk of man like you? You've gotta be joking. Now let go and I'll be right back."
"No, I won't let you go. You're a cock-teaser like all the rest."
"What? What are you talking about? All the rest of who? I'm no adolescent. I thought that went out in the fifties."
"No, not out here it didn't," Gordon answered, rubbing his crotch.
"You poor boy. You must be starved for sex. Look, I'll make it up to you, what all those priggish girls did to you." She rubbed his gigantic hard-on affectionately. She traced its entire length with her fingers. She patted it fondly and struggled to her feet.
"I'll be right back."
"No!" he said, and pulled her back down. His voice was insistent. Determined. "You aren't going anywhere until you put out for me."
Linda frowned. "That's a disgusting expression." She scratched her head. "It sounds so… so forced. Like it's work or something. A chore. I never found sex a chore in my life, dear. And I'm not about to for a long, long time. Now will you let me get up and get that blanket, or do you want to get it?"
"I'll get it," Gordon said. He struggled to his feet and hobbled over to the car, clutching his groin all the while. He certainly did have a hard-on, Linda observed. It pushed his scout pants out, giving them the look of a pup tent.
Gordon came back with the blanket and a contorted expression on his face. "Here," he said and tossed the blanket to Linda. She immediately spread it out and began pulling off her dress.
Gordon sank to his knees and unzipped his fly. His cock came crashing out of his boxer shorts.
"Can I call you Linda?" She nodded and looked at him questioningly. "I-I'm afraid I haven't been a very good scout. I didn't come prepared. You know. Prophylactics." He blushed.
"They make them now in the color you're blushing. Did you know that?" Linda smiled gently. "No need for them, Gordon. No need for rubbers. I'm on the pill."
"Oh."
"You know about the pill, don't you?" Linda stood up and wiggled out of her panties. Gordon's eyes were riveted on her pelvis, pussy and thighs.
He only nodded, and kept staring at her. She was naked now except for her bra which clung at an awkward angle around her chest.
"Would you, please, Gordon?" she asked and twirled about so he could reach the clasp. She bent down so her ass jutted practically in his face.
He nodded again and was still nodding even after he finished unclasping her bra. She turned around again so he could see her entire naked body.
"You're beautiful," said Gordon. "Ravishing. Stunning. I don't know why you're doing this for me. I don't know why you want me."
"Why not? Just call it my good deed for the day, Gordon."
Linda was on all fours now on the blanket and crawling toward him. A loon's wail pierced the quiet. It was dusk.
Linda's breasts hung like mammoth melons. Gordon seized one and squeezed it as she came near him. Her hand grasped his boxer shorts and squeezed the mammoth cock. She quickly made him stand and pull down his pants and shorts.
There, before her eyes, was the largest cock she'd ever had the pleasure of tackling.
She took his long, thick instrument in both her hands. She whacked away at it. His staff was a pleasure to hold. It was stiff and cocksure and she felt its muscle work in and out of her hands.
"See?" she said to Gordon. "I'm not one to kiss and run. I go through with things. Because I want to. I like sex. I'm leaving my husband because he can't give me enough. Are you clear on that point?"
"So that's your story, huh? Ohhhh, Linda, that feels good. Mmmmmm, oh, that's great. Oh, help, I can't hold it for long."
"Yes, that's my stow. You're good for several rounds, aren't you, dear?"
She jacked him off even harder now, feeling around the moist, circumcised, cockhead and the narrow ridge under it. When she leaned to kiss the sensitive puckered area beneath, to touch it with the very tip of her wet tongue, he went ape.
"Ohhhhh, my God, oh, I'm going to come, uh-oh, you don't want me to come in your mouth, do you? Don't do that. Better not do that. I-I'm Catholic, Linda."
"You don't want to confess it?" Linda gasped between licks, horrified. "Well, honey, better to have loved and repent, I guess, than never…"
She couldn't help it. She had to lick it. She took the whole cockhead in her mouth and sucked on if voraciously, like a crazed, half-starved woman, like the woman that she was.
She licked rapidly all over the cock's surface. His attempt to tug away from her quickly faded under the expert persuasions of her warm moist tongue.
She licked all the way down the cock shaft to the base, lodged in a mass of black pubic hair. She squirmed down for a better lick at his balls, bobbing below the hair and she lapped those too. He squirmed and moaned his pleasure.
He clasped her head in his hands and ran his fingers down through her long hair that was now tousled around her arm and his cock.
Linda kept jacking the stiff flesh as her mouth made its way back to the cockhead. Then she lay down. Gordon positioned himself over her head, and she took his cock down her throat.
"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," Linda crooned with Gordon's meat in her mouth. "Fuck my throat. Go on. I dare you, cage scout. You'll get an award if you do."
Gordon, mounted on her, moved his pelvis and hips and huge, muscular thighs rapidly back and forward, plunging in and out of her gaping mouth. "More, more, Gordon," she mumbled.
He penetrated her mouth further, working the cock back more and more touching the back of her oral cavity. Her moist lips sucked on it and her hot oven-like breath wafted sweetly over it. Finally the cockhead found its way down into her throat cavity.
It made her gag at first. She felt like she was choking. Then she began breathing easily, around the sides of the cock, taking pains not to gag. The cock felt so good lodged in her throat like that. He fucked her throat gently then she signaled him to give her the works.
Meanwhile she played with her pussy. Gordon was a beginner. He couldn't be expected to think of things like that. So she fingered her own sizzling pussy flesh, penetrating her cunt hole, juicy and dripping, and bringing out the thick honey, twirling her fingers around her gaping hole.
"Nghnnghngh," he was groaning as the first few drops of come were dribbling from his slit.
She held tight to his thigh with one hand, bracing her weight against it, as she continued finger-fucking her wet pussy with the other.
She licked and sucked his prick feverishly now. She knew he was going to come any second. And he did, gushing into her mouth and pouring cum down her throat.
She nearly gagged on it, the fluid was so thick and prolific. But she took it, a little at a time, a mouthful at a time. She kept swallowing as fast as it came. She gulped and sucked and sucked and gulped. She sucked all the remaining fluid out of the shrinking prick.
Then she let the penis fall out of her gasping mouth. Her chest heaved. She was panting. Then she went to work on her own pussy. She was so hot and horny she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, Gordon, help me, help me, honey." She began shoving both her hands and all her fingers into her twat.
Gordon eased down onto the blanket, exhausted. And just in time, for a car was going by very slowly. The two lovers looked up. The could barely see it through the bushes. It continued on out of sight.
"How do I help you?" asked Gordon. "Boy, I feel great. Terrific. Wait'll I tell the guys in the troop about this!"
"Better not," Linda advised. "At least don't tell them who your partner was." She pushed her finger over her clit and rubbed frantically.
"But they'll never believe me unless I do," Gordon said. He turned on his side and began feeling her pubic hair, rubbing his hands in the thick blond growth and pulling the hairs till they made little raised places on her pussy flesh.
"Ow, don't pull my hair," said Linda. "Please, help me, Gordon. Get down to business. We don't have much time."
Gordon leaned over and kissed and sucked on her tit as he mauled the other with his left hand.
"Atta, boy," sighed Linda. "Mmmmmm, oh, yes, like that. Make the nipple wet. Lick on it. Suck on it. Ohhhh, that feels good." She kept finger-fucking her pussy rapidly. "Now drop your left hand to my pussy. I'm Gordon. Please. Oh, I need you there."
Gordon did as he was told. His large fingers delved into her pussy hole as her own fingers reluctantly abandoned it. He inserted one thick finger deep into her hole and she cried out in wild abandon.
"That's it, Gordon," she panted. "Like that, boy. Ohhhhh, deep, go deeper, go clear up to the cervix. Yes, there, that's the cervix. Roll your finger around inside of me! Mmmmmmm!"
"You're so wet," he said, looking at her. "Is that alright?"
"Yes, of course, Gordon, it's all right. Just do more of it. See? Mmmmmm. I'm getting bigger. I'm gaping. Oh, feel me, feel me inside, Gordon! Use two fingers!"
Gordon inserted his forefinger into her cunt along with his middle finger.
"Yes, oh, yes, oh, that's wonderful! Mmmmmm!" Two of his thick fingers filled her to capacity. She was now chock full of Gordon's fingers.
Her own finger was flitting rapidly over, her clit now.
"Show me how to do that," Gordon begged. "What is that there? What are you doing?"
"Mmmnmmm," Linda moaned as she whacked away, rubbing hard, making her love bud swell. "It's-it's my clit. Clitoris. Can't be technical at a time like this, Gordon. Just rub it. Rub it hard!"
Gordon did so. "There?"
"Over to the right a bit."
"There?" Gordon changed position and leaned now full length over her. He had a bird's-eye view of her pussy.
He was examining the fleshy folds of her pussy cleavage with the eye of a lab technician. He parted the slit lips and saw where she was pointing.
"Yes, there," sighed Linda when he found her clit. He rubbed. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, honey!"
He was a good lover, that Gordon. Already his hands and finger were going every which way our her fine luscious body, tweaking her nipples and mauling her tits, gouging deeply into her craving cunt hole, and rubbing her budding clit, until her whole groin exploded into a flew orgasm!
She humped against his hands, panting and craving to satisfy herself once and for all. "Oh, morn, more, Gordon, oh, da it more!" she cried. "MORE!"
He rubbed frantically and she humped frantically. The itching reached a crescendo in her body once again, higher the second time, and subsided.
Her chest heaved. "Oh, that was wonderful. Oh, Gordon, thank you. Thank you, honey. Oh, I feel good. I feel great again. Mmmmmmm."
"In what way?" Gordon couldn't keep his hands off her. "How do you feel when you come? You look terrific. So sexy."
Linda opened her eyes. "That's sweet. You're so much nicer now. You've improved a hundred per cent in the last half hour. See what sex does for you?"
Gordon laughed. She went on.
"It's just like an itching and a rising and a craving for release, from the itch and from the tightness, the tension. Then zoom! You're off and exploding. It's tremendous. You must feel something like that."
"Well," sighed Gordon. "A pay just aches to release it, I guess. His balls chum. The gunk has to go somewhere."
"So you know all the words after all."
"Never used them with anyone before. I've filled the toilet with gallons, with buckets of my cream. It gets lonely stroking at midnight."
Linda looked at him and smiled. She passed her hand over his brow and raised herself to kiss him. "I imagine it does," she said gently. "You'll just have to find yourself a girl friend."
"I don't know anyone who does it, who'll do it with in," Gordon explained.
"Seek and you shall find," said Linda. "Now that you aren't afraid anymore, now that you know what it's all about, I predict things will get better for you."
"I wasn't afraid before," said Gordon defensively.
"No, I know you weren't," said Linda. She paused. "You know there's something else a woman likes to feel."
"What's that?" said Gordon, looking up and tousling her hair tenderly.
"She likes to be filled. She likes to be filled with a man's giant hard cock. She likes him to fuck her and empty his spunk right into her cunt. That's what it's all about. As far back as Adam." And Linda's hand went to Gordon's slack penis and began jacking it.
"Oh," said Gordon smiling. "Well, good luck, if you can. I imagine you're good at that, getting it up again, I mean. Tell me, how many men have you had?"
"Oh, I lost count," Linda said, not wanting to discuss the subject.
"Really?" asked Gordon, perking his ears. "Boy, I hope I can say that some day."
"You will, you will," Linda said confidently. "With a slick like yours, you'll need a manager."
Gordon laughed. "You know something? You make me feel good."
"I'm glad, baby. Now make me feel good." And she felt the boy's cock respond to her slow and patient whacking.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Gordon softly. Disbelievingly, he watched his stick grow, he watched his muscle stuff itself with blood, blood rolling through his veins. His balls stirred again.
"Mmmmmmm, I knew you could do it, I knew you had it in you, Gordon."
There was silence for a minute. Linda rubbed and rubbed until she had a good stiff erection going. Then she rubbed some more to make sure it was rock-hard.
She carried saliva from her mouth to the hard cockhead and lubricated it. No need to get involved with sucking him off again. She wanted to make sure he got it in her pussy where she needed it the most.
She jacked the engorged dick a few seconds longer, then tugged it gently towards her. "You can put it in, Gordon. Go ahead. Your first woman. Mount me. Get on me."
Gordon clambered awkwardly atop her and assumed a high push-up position. His stiff cock jutted straight out in front of him and grazed Linda's soft thigh.
She spread her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt hole to the proddings of his cockhead. "Go in, go in," she coaxed him.
He rammed against her pussy hard and bumbling. He couldn't find the hole. Linda grabbed his stiff staff and nudged it against her inner pussy lips. Gordon gasped. So near to the pot of gold.
Linda guided his prick into her, finding the hole and letting him thrust his cock in. He sent his prick flying halfway up her cunt hole.
"Nghnnghngh," groaned Linda. "Go easy. Be gentle. Ah, that's it. Easy does it." She bore down as Gordon moved the remaining part of his dick deep into her. "Ohhhh, tooooooo much! Fuck me now, Gordon! Fuck me!"
Gordon plunged his dick straight up her again, after pulling nearly out.
"Nghnghngh," moaned Linda. "N quite so hard, I told you!" She guided him by setting up a rhythm of her own. She thrust back with her hips. Then she thrust her pelvis up and forward and grabbed his hard, muscled buttocks, pulling him forward at the same time.