Her Own Skin

Some part of her not caught in the swirling whirlpool of beautiful agony felt the pressure on her legs relax. His tongue left her. Her legs snapped together with the force of a steel trap and she covered her sex with her hands as well. Freed from the bonds of his hands, she thrashed on the mattress, flopping to and fro.

Then he was atop her, his hard cock poking into her stomach. He dropped down and kissed her hard. She could taste her pussy juices — thick on his lips and tongue. The musk of her arousal filled her lungs, and she tried to kiss him back, but desperate gasps for air prevented her.

He turned his attention to her breasts, moving back and forth between her nipples, sending her into fresh, sharp aftershocks. They continued even after he rose to his knees above her. The throes ever so slowly settled, and her gasps turned to pants.

"Holy shit. You're fucking wild," he said, and then chuckled.

"Oh god," she whimpered, and then went into a violent, full-body tremor as a lingering aftershock ripped through her. When it passed, she repeated, "Oh god," a half dozen times more.

"Never seen a woman come like that before," he said. "Fucking wow."

Janet swallowed, but found her mouth dry. A second attempt did no more to soothe her parched throat. In a hoarse croak, she said, "I... Need... I... Drink." She tried to add a please, but couldn't force it out.

"Yeah," he said, and then stood up from where he knelt over her.

While he fumbled about in the faint light, she realized her skin was slick with sweat. Her hair stuck to her scalp. A drop of her juices welled up from her still tingling pussy, meandered down her folds, and curled around her butt before dripping to the mattress.

William finally found the cooler, opened it, and pulled out the wine bottle.

Janet gave him a weak nod, and an even weaker wave.

He stood up, carried the bottle back to the mattress, and then moved in behind her. He thoughtfully helped her sit up, and then provided a backrest — albeit one with a hard cock poking her — while he picked up the bottle.

He supported her arm as she guided the bottle to her lips. The first sip hit her parched throat wrong, and she coughed, spraying them both.

"Easy," he cautioned, giving her a few seconds.

Janet tilted the bottle again with his help, and managed to sip. She sipped again, and then took a drink. The cold wine felt like pure liquid heaven. She took one more drink, and then silently instructed him to put the bottle down. Once he had control of it, she leaned back against him with a groan.

"So fucking sexy," he said while brushing her hair off her damp scalp.

"Oh, I'm burning up."

"Want some ice?"

She nodded and said, "Uh huh. My cup should be out by my chair. Please?"

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded once more, and he slipped out from behind her. When he pushed back the tent flap, her eyes rolled up in her head from the sight of his naked body in the lantern light from outside.

Darkness descended again when the flap closed behind him, but only briefly. Light filled the tent again when he returned, cup in hand. He dipped it into the cooler and brought it to her.

She drank first, the ice-cold water far more of a balm to her parched throat than the wine had been. Then she pulled out an ice cube and placed it against her forehead. The initial touch was a shock, but after that, it felt oh so good.

Will reached into the glass, retrieved a cube of his own, and then placed it against the back of her neck. She shivered as it glided over her hot skin. He drew it around the side of her neck, and then to the front, the water from its melting dripping down onto her breasts.

It was as if she'd suddenly been transported into some romantic movie. In sharp contrast to his animal passion, he slowly rubbed the ice over her neck, chest, and then down to her breasts. Her nipples stiffened as the coolness touched them, and a far different heat swelled within her.

The cube melted away, and he leaned in for a kiss.

His kiss was different, too. She could still taste herself on his lips, but he kissed her softly, his tongue tickling her, and then slipping over her tongue when it joined his. He took the cup from her hand, put an arm behind her back, and then leaned forward, lowering her to the mattress.

His next kiss was more ardent, their tongues wrangling. When their lips parted, he moved to her neck. Janet's hand explored his back as he kissed her neck, then behind her ear, then on her jawline. He moved down to her chest, and then kissed each of her shoulders in turn. She drew in a slow, deep breath as he hovered above her breast.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he took her nipple between his lips. Her fingers curled into claws, raking along his back, leaving behind faint red lines from their passing. He sucked hard, but teased the stiff point with his tongue rather than using his teeth.

He switched to her other nipple, but only briefly. He sucked it hard, and lifted his head, letting it pop out of his lips, causing her breast to jiggle. He looked up into her eyes as he kissed his way down her body, the smolder in his eyes growing more intense with each kiss. She tensed, steeling herself for what was to come when he pushed her legs apart.

He maintained eye contact, snaked out his tongue, and gave her clit a lick that made her gasp. A few swirls of his tongue over her labia and hood followed, and still he kept his gaze on her. He moved in, sucked her hood and clit between his lips, and she shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds, until he released her button.

His eyes were hard and full of fire when hers opened once more. The beginning a wicked smile touched his face before he looked down and shoved his tongue in her pussy.

Janet's back arched, and she squeezed her right breast as his tongue swirled at the entrance of her canal. He licked back up the parting of her nether lips, and she felt his thumb lift her hood.

She cried out when his tongue washed over her naked clit.

Three more swipes over her undefended button set her to squirming. He let her hood slide back over her clit, lapping and sucking at her folds. He shifted position as he licked, and she felt the tips of his fingers a fraction of a second before they pushed inside her.

"Oh. Oh!" she whimpered when two fingers slid into her depths, stroking in and out. His tongue continued to wash over her, pressing harder, and stroking her clit with almost every lick. Though he was eating her enthusiastically, it wasn't the same raw, animal assault he'd subjected her to the first time. Unsure whether she could have withstood that again, she counted her blessings.

"Pussy tastes so good," he growled, his fingers still pumping in and out of her.

"Oh yes," she breathed. Her other hand joined the first, squeezing her other breast. She rubbed her nipples — still slick with his saliva — and let out a moan.

For a second, he licked and sucked her with the same vigor as he had the first time, causing her hips to twitch in a rapid quake.

Hot breath kissing her folds, he said, "Going to make it come again." His stiff tongue flicked her clit several times. "Want me to make that pussy come again?"

"Yes."

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it."

"Tell me what you want."

"Make me come."

"Make that pussy come?"

"Make my pussy come!" she exclaimed in a yelp as he sucked her clit hard.

Janet pinched her nipples, slowly losing control of her body once more. He licked. He sucked. He shook his head back and forth with her labia caught tightly between his lips. His fingers pumped in and out of her, making squishy sounds.

Though she was climbing the mountain toward another orgasm, there was something else building as well. She felt a yearning void, deep inside her — too deep for his fingers to reach. The sensation grew more insistent, outpacing her rising pleasure, until she could bear it no more.

In a rush of high-pitched words, she cried, "I need you. I need you inside me."

Will growled, and sucked her clit between his lips one last time. He shook his head back and forth, worrying it like a dog with a chew toy, and then let it go with a slurp. He planted his hands beneath him, and rose up to his knees.

A moment of panic ripped through her as he took his cock in hand. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone, and far longer since she'd tried to take a cock so big. In those few seconds it looked gargantuan — monstrous. She wanted it and feared it in equal measure as he moved in. The needy void within her screamed for it, now completely devoid of stimulation from his tongue and fingers.

"Oh. Oh. Oh god," she whimpered as the big head pressed against her folds. He wriggled it between them, rubbing it up and down, coating it in her wetness. Then it pushed against the entrance of her canal.

Janet let out a sharp, short groan when it popped inside her.

"Fuck yeah. So fucking tight," he said as he pulled back and thrust again.

She cried, "Easy. Easy. Fuck! So big."

He growled, but his next thrust was slower — more measured. It still sank a little deeper inside her, though.

Janet found herself groaning every time his cock penetrated her. She lifted her head, but couldn't really see over her breasts. When she propped up on her elbows, her mouth dropped open. Barely half of his length was inside her. She was stretched tight around his girth, and didn't know how she could possibly take any more.

On his next thrust, he paused with his thick cock buried inside her, leaned forward, and grasped her right wrist. He pulled her hand down, between her legs, and she pressed her fingers over her hood.

Janet rubbed her clit in circles with four fingers, rolling it beneath its protective sheath. Though he kept up the slow pace, his bearing and his growls suggested it was taking a great deal of willpower not to stab into her.

"Yeah, that pussy feels good," he said, opening her up a little more with his next thrust.

She couldn't manage more than a whimper in response.

"You want more?" His cock dived into her depths, and then retreated. "You know you do," he said as his hard young cock stretched her out again.

Her voice wavering, she cried, "Yes."

The curly hairs on his balls tickled her on the next stroke. "You want it all." Three times more the hairs tickled her, and then his balls brushed her skin on the following thrust. "Want me to stretch that pussy out." On the next stroke, his balls tapped against her. "You know you want it all."

Feeling as if he was going to split her in half, her inner voice screamed, No! Yet at the same time, she was so wonderfully, terribly full. The aching void in her was almost sated.

Almost.

Her lips cried, "Yes!" Her fingers circled faster over her clit.

Tap. Tap. Tap. His balls beat a slow tattoo against her. Janet jerked and cried out, feeling him push ever deeper. Then his balls squished against her, and a satisfied groan escaped him.

All of it! So deep! All inside me! she silently screamed, because her throat was too tight to let even a squeak escape.

A ragged gasp drew air into her lungs when he pulled back, and then escaped in a shriek when he shoved his cock in her to the hilt once more. His next thrust was faster, making her cry out again. She rubbed her clit furiously, trying to keep up. He slowly built speed, and then power. Her breasts began to quiver — then bounce. She slipped an arm beneath them, to dull the uncomfortable jostling. It felt as if he was poking into her belly.

William gripped her thighs, and grunted with exertion. Slowly, but surely, she acclimated to the thick invader. Her pleasure began to rise again, having ebbed, and then stalled from the shock of his big cock reaching depths that hadn't felt the touch of anything in years. Mindless of the neighboring tents, which weren't that far away, she voiced her soaring pleasure in ever-louder screams.

"You going to come for me?" Will grunted.

There was nothing of words in her scream as she neared the cusp.

His voice strained, he said, "Do it. Come for me."

As if waiting for permission, her orgasm took her at that very moment with the force of a lightning bolt.

She could feel herself screaming, but couldn't hear it. Her vision swam. Jolts of orgasmic energy raced from her head to the tip of her curled toes, crashed back into her pussy, and then shot to her extremities once more. William kept pounding her, growling like an animal, and her orgasm refused to let her go.

Janet squealed when the world crashed back in on her. Will had jerked his cock out of her, shocking her out of the fog of beautiful agony. Her climax swelled once more, but not before he dropped hard on his knees next to her, and pressed his pussy-slick cock against her lips.

Defying all common sense, and her body slipping from her control again, she parted her lips and took the bulbous tip in. She barely managed to suck it before it erupted.

Will's breath exploded from him with his cum. The first burst hit her at the same time as a wave of renewed orgasm. The thick cream hit the back of her tongue, and her cheeks puffed out when her stomach rebelled. Somehow, she locked her lips around him again, allowing only a dribble to run down her chin.

She sucked the pulsing head, swallowing his hot cum, though her body was twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. A wet pop sounded when he jerked his sensitive cock from between her lips. A final weak squirt decorated her upper lip as he lurched away.

He lay down hard next to her, bouncing her upward for a fraction of a second when his weight shoved the air in the mattress toward her. He grunted between gasps for breath, and his cock still bounced — though it was slowly lying down. Janet continued to twitch and shiver from the remnants of her climax. She felt slight twinges of pain from her gaped and abused pussy, but it couldn't long stand against the warm afterglow that was seeping into her every pore.

She recovered before he did, and rolled onto her side to marvel at the virile young man still breathing hard beside her. They were both drenched in sweat. Save for the head, his nearly soft cock was coated in her juices. A thicker ring near the root marked where her pussy lips had kissed it on each thrust.

Her face warmed as memories of him playing with her son in the back yard or sleeping over intruded on the moment. But, he wasn't a boy any longer. He was a man. He'd proved that beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Oh-so well.

William's head turned toward her, and in a weary voice, he said, "Holy shit."

"Mmm hmm," she moaned in response, and then found herself giggling.

He chuckled back, and for a few seconds, they were caught up in uncontrolled mirth. They both sighed simultaneously, and then lay gazing into each other's eyes. She knew it was a bad idea, as nothing more could really come of it, but she couldn't resist.

She scooted a little closer and asked, "Hold me?"

Will raised his arm above his head, allowing her to scoot in and lay hers on his broad chest. He then slipped his arm around her, and stroked her butt. They lay together, listening to the sounds of the night for a while, and then a thought occurred to her.

"Did you know I was here?"

"Huh?"

"Did you know I come here? Is that why you came?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I heard about the poker tournament, and how big the pot always was. Figured it was worth a shot for twenty bucks, even if I had to get naked for it."

"Oh. Okay," she said, a little disappointed that he hadn't come here specifically for her.

"I did catch a glimpse of you peeking out of the tent when I first got here, though. I assumed it was just my imagination — or wishful thinking. Couldn't resist coming by to try to make sure, though. Glad I did."

That made her smile. "Me too."

"Thought about coming over right then, but that lady with the big tits had me spooked. She was coming on pretty strong."

Janet chuckled. "She does that. So, you weren't interested?"

"Well..." He shrugged. "I don't know. I might have. She's a distant second to a chance to fuck you, though."

"Very good answer."

"Fuck, you felt so good. Made me come hard."

She shivered. "You were so deep."

"And the way you come..." He let out a barking growl, which set them both to laughing.

"It felt like you were going to split me in half. But, oh my."

"Ultimate MILF," he said, his hand on her butt beginning to drift into the crease.

"I just wish I'd had enough of my wits to tell you to come inside me."

His hand froze for a moment and he said, "Huh? Really?"

"Oh, god yes. My tubes are tied, and I love the way it feels when a man explodes inside me."

"Oh fuck," he growled, and squeezed her ass hard.

Feeling something, she shifted her legs, and saw his cock twitch. She lifted up from his chest and asked, "Are you already getting hard again?"

"A little," he answered. "Bet you could help me along."

Janet bit her lower lip as she thought about it. She would likely be walking funny for a couple of days. It really wasn't a good idea. Yet, her pussy was tingling from a fresh trickle of wetness, and her nipples were growing stiff. Along with that came a renewal of the aching need inside her. When she thought about him filling her full of cum, it intensified.

She reached down and brushed her fingertip over his cock. It almost immediately straightened a little more. She let her fingers glide over his cock, and looked up at him.

"Have you ever come inside a woman before?"

"Only once, and it was an accident when the condom broke."

"So, I would be the first."

"Holy fuck," he growled, his cock swelling beneath her fingers.

She gasped and said, "I want it. I want to feel that big cock explode inside me. I want you to fill me full of cum."

It didn't take long for him to harden enough for her to wrap her fingers around him. She stroked his cock, and soon, he was fully erect and throbbing in her grasp.

She uncurled her fingers from around his hard organ, fixed him with a sultry stare, and then rolled over onto her side. She bent one knee, parting her legs, and said, "Come here and give me that big cock."

He was quick to scoot in behind her, but clearly unfamiliar with the position. A few whispered words and her guiding hands soon settled him in against her, with the tip of his erection touching her folds. She reached down, and guided it between them.

Twin groans broke the silence as his cock sank into her hot embrace.

It took a little more wriggling for him to find the right angle to thrust into her, but they managed it quickly. Janet went to work on her clit, while he reached around her and filled both hands with her breasts. That gave him further purchase, and let him thrust deeper.

Janet moaned in bliss. It was perfect. He was deep, but not too deep. Stretching her out. Filling her full. His muscled body undulated against her, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"Oh my god. I can't wait to feel you come inside me."

He grunted, "Oh yeah."

"Do it. Fuck me and fill me up."

"I want you to come too."

Hearing that made her whimper. "I'm going to. You feel so good."

Apparently growing more confident in the position, Will kicked up the speed and power of his thrusts. She increased the pace of her fingers to match him, magnifying the chilly sparks already shooting through her clit. They climbed together, their skin growing slick with sweat — especially where they touched.

Will's grunts and growls of effort grew louder — more frequent. Knowing he was getting close served to make her pleasure spike. Her fingers blurred over her clit.

"Oh shit. Come for me," he grunted.