Ken James Fiction
Liz took her boots and socks off, followed by her blouse, and stepped out of her cutoffs. She stood facing me, naked with her smoothly-tanned skin and blond hair gleaming in the intense mountain sunlight. "Just one thing. I don't want you to come in my pussy. You've got to pull out. That okay?"
She studied my face, then nodded. "All right." She lay on her back in the middle of the blanket with her legs open. "Come here and fuck me."
I knelt between her spread thighs and lowered my face to her big breasts. "Not now," she said. "Just give me your big hard cock."
"Okay." I gripped my rigid shaft and guided my swollen cock-head into her folds. I fumbled for an instant before finding the right angle, then slid smoothly into her pussy, all the way to my balls.
I held still, afraid I was going to shoot right then. "Love your cock," Liz whispered. "Big thick hard cock. So good."
"For me too. Your hot tight pussy." The tightness in my balls receded and I started fucking her with long slow strokes.
Liz rocked her hips impatiently. "Go faster. Harder."
"Not yet," I answered. "I'm too close to coming."
"We don't want that." Her pussy muscles clamped my slowly sliding rod. "I want to give you a good long ride." She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. I squeezed them gently while pinching and twisting her swollen nipples.
"Oh God!" She ran her hands over my face and through my hair while rolling her pelvis in time with my careful thrusts. "Apollo's fucking me. Big Greek god cock. Stretching my cunt."
I'd never heard a woman say "cunt" before. My stiff pole throbbed as I thrust into her harder and faster.
Liz grinned. "You like that. A dirty girl who says 'cunt.'"
"Well, fuck this dirty girl. Pound my hot tight . . ." Her wicked grin grew wider. ". . . snatch."
"I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you." I wasn't close to coming any more. "But this isn't dirty, just sexy."
"Oh, I'm a dirty girl. More than you'd believe . . ." She ran her hands over my moderately muscular shoulders and chest. "Be a little rough. I like that."
"Okay, dirty girl." I manhandled her big firm tits while slamming her grasping snatch with my stiff rod.
"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "That's right! Hammer my cunt. Fucking use me!"
She screamed and thrashed, coming hard while I rammed her relentlessly. The tension in my balls built to the bursting point. The temptation to shoot deep inside her spasming snatch was irresistible . . . Almost. I yanked my throbbing cock out of her cunt and sprayed shot after shot of cum on her crotch and belly.
Liz lay still, breathing hard. I put my hand between her breasts and felt her heart pounding. "That was so good," she whispered. "You're a real stud." She grabbed my shoulders, pulled me down, and kissed me, hot and dirty. Even after coming, my cock was rock-hard.
A foot scuffed the ground. I looked up and saw a naked man standing a few feet away, watching us.
I scrambled to my feet and looked him over. He was a couple years older than Liz and built like a Marine, my height but 20 muscular pounds heavier, with buzz cut black hair, gray eyes, and an immense stiff cock standing out from his shaved crotch. It was even longer and thicker than my rod, pointing at me like a rifle.
"I didn't tell you," Liz said. "I'm married."
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