Where the Climate's Sultry Pt. 10

'It will be okay once you're used to it,' Hunter said reassuringly.

Lisa nodded back and threw her head back as a sign that she was ready to receive the full package.

'Aw, fuck!' she murmured. 'It feels so good!'

Heartened by her response, Hunter drove the last bit home and held it there to gauge her reaction. She was clearly up for more so he withdrew it most of the way before sending it back with greater speed and a little bit more force. When she raised her legs higher and dug her nails into his loins, he knew that she wanted the full treatment. Like a steam train pulling out of a station he gradually picked up speed until he was running pretty freely. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and her head lolling from side to side. She was in his hands and trusting him to give her the ride of her life. Picking the pace up still further, they could both hear the squelching noises as he pummelled her pussy. Soon other noises were added to the equation: first her moans and curses, then his grunts and vocalisations. Neither would be able to hold out for long.

That they were able to come together was testimony to her relaxed state and to his experience and ability to hold back from ejaculating where a younger, less skilful man would have come. Lisa was so happy with the pleasure that she had received that she was happy to end things right there. When Hunter received intimations of this, he wasn't having any of it, telling the Hungarian woman that the night was yet young and that she must choose the setting for the next act.

If he was a betting man, Hunter would have put a few pounds on what Lisa would opt for: to ride his penis cowgirl style. Sure enough, she asked Hunter to lie down, then as a courtesy licked his column (already rising sharply), removing her own juices in the process. When she was satisfied it was at pretty much its full extent she mounted the Australian with her back to him so that they could both derive the maximum pleasure from a fully stretched penis that had to double back on itself slightly. She remembered an old boyfriend saying this was the only position that brought him true ecstasy.

As ever, Hunter was game and interested to see whether he'd be able to get to grips with a position he hadn't tried for probably 30 years. As Lisa slid gingerly down his pole, she felt a bit like a firefighter descending to the bay containing the fire engine from the working quarters above. The angle (though slight) was enough to give the impression that his penis might pierce her vaginal wall if she wasn't careful. Although this was only an illusion it added to the excitement of the coupling and kept her from riding him like a bucking bronco - at least for the time being.

Aware of the constraints of this particular scenario, Hunter hardly did any work at all, letting Lisa navigate her own way on the voyage she had chosen for herself. And a most skilful navigator she proved, as she began to slide up and down his rudder with greater speed and ever increasing confidence.

'Oh, yes, fuck me deeper!' she cried, as she began to bounce on his cock, throwing caution to the wind.

Bit by bit Hunter joined the fray, as it were, thrusting upwards from his hips following the rhythm she was setting. He too became quite vocal, telling her to ride his stallion without fear and to break it in. But nothing like as vocal as the Hungarian woman became as she neared the end of her journey, urging Hunter not just to one last big effort but to come inside her and with her.

Thrusting like a man possessed, Hunter, sensing that Lisa was about to come, focused his energy inwardly and visualised his seed erupting inside her. As a visualisation technique, it worked as well as any a professional sportsperson might use. No sooner had the first wave of orgasmic bliss broken upon Lisa than with a final grunt - bordering on a very minor roar - Hunter unloaded himself inside her once more.