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  The waves of pleasure began to wash over her and she cried out as the spasms of her orgasm enveloped her. Surge after surge pulsed through her body until finally she couldn't take anymore and she reached for me to make me stop. I released her and leaned over her to kiss her breasts, feeling the pounding of her heart and the rasps of her breath against my lips as the aftershocks slowly began to subside.

  Without a word, she put her hands on my chest and pushed me over on my back. I happily sighed and willingly laid back. She raised her body up and straddled me, gasping as she slid down on my stiff rod. Her pussy was saturated with her juices and I entered her easily. She moaned at the feel of it, and then began to move on me, slowly at first, so she could just enjoy the feel of my cock inside her. As her movements began to increase, her hands clutched my chest, and my hips rose to meet her thrusts. She arched her back as she felt the fervor climbing into the pit of her stomach again. I looked up into her eyes and saw a fire behind them. The lady wanted to come again.

  Our breathing quickened, as did our pace, and holding onto her waist, I began thrusting my cock up hard into her pussy. She moved her hips to match mine, each plunge fiercer than the one before, and as her climax enveloped her, she cried out again, her screams of pleasure lost within the four walls. She collapsed on me, her breasts against my chest, her face against my shoulder in an attempt to gain control of her breathing. I rested my arms on the backs of her thighs and soon we were quiet as my cock began to soften inside of her. I kissed her forehead tenderly.

  "See?” I said quietly, “All men aren't assholes."

  She lifted her face and grinned.

  "No, I suppose they aren't.” She paused and looked at me. “Now, would you like to come?"

  I shook my head.

  "Perhaps later,” I grinned as I picked up a bottle of red nail polish from the nightstand, “I have toenails to paint and a lady to pamper."

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  CAMPING

  "Ahh ... the great outdoors. Wasn't this a great idea to go camping, Lorraine? Just the two of us, a tent, a cooler of beer, and a lantern."

  "Sam, is this what you had in mind? We're in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere. What do we do for food?"

  "We catch our own food and roast it over the campfire."

  "You've got to be kidding? Who do you think you are, Daniel Boone?"

  "It'll be fun, Lorraine. Trust me."

  "Where's the electricity?"

  "There's no electricity, honey. It's just you and me and nature the way it was intended to be. I think we'll pitch the tent right here."

  "But Sam, I'll miss Oprah and Dr. Phil!"

  "It won't hurt you to miss the show for one day."

  "Where's the bathroom?"

  "Oh, just go behind any of those shrubs or trees over there."

  "And put my...? Uh ... that's ok. I'll just hold it ’til we get home."

  "We can sleep under the stars and bathe in the creek!"

  "Bathe in the creek? Oh geez! This water's freezing!"

  "Smell that fresh air. No smog. No breathing in the neighbors’ burning garbage. No breathing in car exhaust. Breathe in a lungful, honey."

  "No thanks. It'll start my allergies up again. Where can I plug in my makeup mirror?"

  "Honey, you don't need makeup out here. This is nature. Just go natural."

  "Go natural? Sam, I look like a ghost without makeup. How could you possibly even look at me?"

  "I love looking at you all natural, baby. You're beautiful. As a matter of fact, I think we should both go natural and go nude this weekend."

  "Go nude? Have you lost your mind? Sam, what are you doing?"

  "Taking off my clothes, baby. I'm going to be free and let it all hang out this weekend."

  "There's something hanging out all right."

  "Come on, baby. Let's be as nature intended."

  "Sam, have you been smoking those unfiltered, all-natural cigarettes again?"

  "No, baby, I'm just high on life. Being out in the great outdoors makes me feel young and horny."

  "I think being out in the great outdoors makes you a little bit crazy."

  "C'mon, baby, let loose and have some fun."

  "Sam, I don't think ... Sam, stop tugging on my shorts! My god, what if someone comes up?"

  "We're in the middle of the woods, Lorraine. Who's gonna see us?"

  "Did you ever hear of the movie “Deliverance"?"

  "You're being silly. That was just a movie."

  "Yeah, I'll bet Ned Beatty thought the same thing."

  "See? Isn't that better? No shorts to hide those gorgeous legs of yours."

  "Sam, give me my shorts. I feel ridiculous standing here in just panties."

  "Nope, it's going to be an all-natural weekend."

  "But, Sam..."

  "Let's get that tee shirt off."

  "But I'm not wearing a bra!"

  "All the better. See? Doesn't that feel refreshing?"

  "Well, I have to admit that it does feel invigorating."

  "I knew you'd like it, baby. Show Mother Nature those beautiful tits."

  "It feels like it did when we went skinny dipping in old man Grainger's pond when we were first married."

  "Yeah, it does. There's only one difference, baby."

  "What's that?"

  "To be skinny-dipping, you have to be completely naked."

  "Oh no, Sam, I couldn't. Sam, what are you doing?!"

  "Getting rid of these panties, baby. There ... now ... doesn't that feel better?"

  "It feels drafty."

  "Are you cold?"

  "A little."

  "Here ... let me warm you up, baby."

  "Sam, stop backing me up ... Ouch! There's a tree limb up my ass!"

  "Sorry."

  "Oh, okay ... that's better."

  "My my, little girl, are you on your way through the woods to Grandma's house with a basket of goodies?"

  "No, I'm just trying to keep my husband from sticking his dick in one of these tree knotholes."

  "Play along, Lorraine."

  "Sorry."

  "Where's your basket of goodies, little girl?"

  "One of the three little pigs just grabbed it and ran off with it."

  "Hmm ... so if there's no basket of goodies, I guess I'll just have to take some of that sweet pussy."

  "Oh no! Please don't do that! ... Am I supposed to run at this point?"

  "No, I'm barefoot and if I try to chase you, I'll get those little pine cone stickers in my feet."

  "Oh, okay.... Oh, please, Mr. Wolf, don't take advantage of a sweet young virgin."

  "Sweet young virgin?"

  "Shut up, Sam. You want some pussy or not?"

  "Oh my yes, what a sweet young virgin you are."

  "Oh, Mr. Wolf, what long fingers you have."

  "All the better to touch you with, my dear."

  "And oh, Mr. Wolf, what soft, wet lips you have."

  "All the better to eat your pussy, my dear."

  "You know, Mr. Wolf, this tree limb gives me an idea."

  "And what is that, my dear?"

  "If I just bend over it like this, you have total access to everything you want."

  "Oh yes ... that's beautiful. Let me just slide right in behind you and..."

  "Oh, Mr. Wolf! What a big hard cock you have!"

  "All the better to fuck you with, my dear."

  "Oh my god, Sam! Are you sure you weren't hiding a flashlight behind your back?"

  "All nice and hard for you, baby."

  "Oh yes, it is. Oh fuck me, Mr. Wolf!"

  "You're being such a naughty girl, my dear ... walking through the woods on your way to Grandma's house and wearing nothing but a smile."

  "Oh yes, I know I am! Don't stop!"

  "Well, maybe I'd better give you a spank—smack—on your right cheek and a spank—smack—on your left cheek."

  "Ow! Oh, yes, Mr. Wolf! Spank me! I've been such a naughty girl! Spread my ass che
eks and spank me with your big hard cock!"

  "Well, I don't know, Lorraine. You may have been right. Maybe we shouldn't be out here naked."

  "Oh please, don't stop!"

  "You don't want the game warden to catch us, do you?"

  "He'll have to wait his turn! Fuck me!"

  "So you like it when I do this?"

  "Yeah, Sam, yeah."

  "Right here? Is that where you want it?"

  "Ooohhh! Ummmpphhh!"

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  "Uh huh!"

  "Now, I'll show you some real wolf-moves, baby!"

  "Oh show me, Sam! Show me!"

  "There you go, baby. Get that leg up like that!"

  "Sam, my leg doesn't bend like that."

  "Sorry."

  "Oh, okay, that's better."

  "That's it, baby, nice and open like that. Show me that sweet goodie basket."

  "Oh Sam! You're so hard!"

  "Oh yeah, baby ... as hard as that rod and reel in the back of my truck!"

  "Ohohoh ... Sam ... don't stop doing that with your finger."

  "Mmm ... what a nice ass you got, baby."

  "Oh yes ... go deeper."

  "I dunno, baby. Maybe we should wait until it's dark and do this in the tent so no one can see us."

  "Deeper, Sam, deeper."

  "But what about the game warden?"

  "Sam, if you stop right now, I'm going to break your dick off and throw it in the creek!"

  "Lorraine, you're getting a bit loud. What about our commune with nature?"

  "Nowwwwww!"

  "Right here? Is that where you want it?"

  "Ooohhh! Ummmpphhh!"

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  "Uh huh!"

  "You like it when I go in and out like that, baby?"

  "Ummm hmmm."

  "Lorraine, where were we in the story?"

  "Mr. Wolf and the girl fuck the rest of the night away on the tree limb."

  "I couldn't have written a better ending myself, baby."

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  LADIES ROOM

  I walked into the ladies room of the high-priced clothing store and saw her standing next to the vanity in front of the mirror, superior and majestic as royalty, a complexion as clear and smooth as the finest Ming porcelain. A tall woman, she wore a silver knee length dress, with emerald stones in her ears that matched the color of her eyes, and auburn hair that lay softly against her neck in curls. Standing next to her, I felt like a little girl as I had not felt in all my life.

  I was in awe of her. I wanted to kneel in front of her, and run my hands over the soft curves of her thighs and tummy. She didn't need to do a damn thing but just stand there and let me unzip her dress, slide it down over her ample hips along with her panties, and ease my tongue between her satin pussy lips. I wanted to hold her against the tile wall and plunge half my hand up inside her cunt until she screamed in ecstasy. I wanted to make her come, her nectar so balmy and drenching that it would run down my arm and make me thirst for more.

  She was so exceedingly womanly and I wanted to flounder in it, to be female together, to feel her plentiful breasts against mine, her strong thighs against my temples as I brought her to orgasm with only my mouth.

  As she leaned towards the mirror and applied color to her lusciously full lips, she glanced over at me. I blushed and smiled and tried to dart my eyes, but her mint diamonds held me in position and I could not tear my stare away.

  "Do you like this color?” she asked.

  I barely heard her words, as my ears only picked up the soft sound of her deep Southern voice. I had never heard such a sultry declaration in my life.

  "Y ... yes,” I managed to stutter, “it's a very lovely color on you."

  "I think it would look stunning on you,” she continued as she moved a step towards me, “Would you mind?"

  Would I mind?

  Would I mind if you kissed me?

  No. Please kiss me.

  Would I mind if you sat on the vanity so I could ravage your pussy with my mouth?

  No. Please let me taste you.

  "Would I mind?” I asked.

  "Would you mind if I put some on your lips?” she asked. “They look a bit pale."

  "No, I don't mind,” I whimpered.

  She came closer. Her fragrance reached my nostrils and I thought for a moment that I might become lightheaded. She had that aromatic scent that a woman has after having an entire night of earth-shattering sex.

  "It's called Ruby,” she told me as she touched the tip of the wand to my lips.

  I stood, frozen still like a granite statue, closing my eyes and breathing her in. As she massaged the color over my mouth, I could feel my body trembling.

  I felt as if I was being decorated by Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, love and sexual desire, and when it finally got the best of me, I peered out from under my lashes. There she was, only inches away, concentrating on making my lips as perfect as hers, a feat that I knew would be near impossible. Her lips were slightly parted and her breath was sweet, as if she had just eaten a gingerbread cookie, or perhaps even sucked ginger off her man's cock. I wanted to taste her and for the first time in my life, I did the absurd. I kissed her.

  It was a soft kiss, perhaps like one you would give a first date the first time you touched her mouth with yours, but a kiss nonetheless. Her eyes grew wide as I pulled back, and for a moment, neither one of us knew what to say. I was the first to recover, so I took the lipstick from her hand.

  "I think you need some color on your lips,” I said quietly.

  Her eyes softened and a look of desire crossed her face.

  "I just put some color on,” she told me.

  "Not those lips,” I replied as I touched under her chin with my fingertips, and then began to kneel in front of her.

  She looked down and smiled, and then began to lift the front of her dress until her shapely thighs were showing. I looked up and urged her to keep going.

  As her crotch came into my view, I realized I was in for a treat. She wore no panties, the heat of the summer having driven the idea of undergarments away, and the swollen lips of her pussy were shaved bare.

  I silently went about my delightful task and treated her labia to color, edging carefully with the wand. The blood pulsed to them, and I saw the puffiness of her clit emerge, making the lips swell more. She offered no apology for their condition.

  "May I taste?” I asked.

  "Yes."

  Her voice had a touch of breathlessness to it, and she said the word as I had never heard it said before.

  As I lowered my head and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, a shudder went through her body, and she put her hands on the back of my head and into my hair.

  "Don't stop,” she whimpered.

  I had no intentions of stopping, not until I felt the tremor of her orgasm against my face.

  I lapped her taste into my throat. I had never tasted anything as sweet and I licked her pussy like a starving child with his first ice cream cone. My dessert, however, was far more delectable. The pink folds inside her cunt lips were soft, almost like wet velvet, and I devoured her. As I sucked and nibbled, I felt her body responding, bidding me to search for more places of desire. One of my hands reached around to her bottom and as I pulled her tighter to my face, one of her legs moved over my shoulder. I shoved four fingers of the other hand into her cunt, and she gasped and pushed towards my hand for more. Her juices began to coat my nose, chin and mouth as I continued to probe.

  "Oh yes,” she cooed, “Oh yes, please don't stop."

  I quickly found her most sensitive spot, just beneath her engorged little clit, and her body writhed in pleasure as I nibbled, sucked and licked. When I eased the fleshy hood back with my fingertip and sucked the swollen nub between my lips, an animal-like reverberation came out of her throat, and she pressed me harder, matching her hips with the thrusts of my tongue and fingers.

  The waves of pl
easure began to wash over her and she cried out as the spasms of her orgasm enveloped her. Surge after surge pulsed through her body until finally she couldn't take anymore and she reached for me to make me stop. I released her and stood. A pink blush had shawled her throat and cheeks, and she held onto the vanity in an attempt to catch her breath.

  "What's your name?” she asked as the ability to speak came back to her.

  I handed her the tube of color.

  "Ruby,” I told her as a smile crossed my face, “now you'll think of me every time you put on your lipstick."

  She giggled.

  "And now every time I go into a ladies room."

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  KISS THIS

  "Why are men such assholes?” she asked as she finished her second drink.

  I wiped off the counter in front of her and put a fresh napkin down for her to put her glass on.

  "Not all of them are,” I replied.

  "Yes they are,” she said quickly, her hands flying up and gesturing in the air.

  I smiled. Being a bartender, I was the sounding board to many a jilted lover.

  "You just haven't met the right guy yet,” I told her.

  She made a little circle with her index finger and thumb.

  "Tiny little assholes ... just like this. Every fuckin’ one of them."

  I chuckled to myself.

  "Miss, don't you think you've had enough to drink?"

  "Not just no,” she retorted, suddenly slamming her hand down on the counter, “but Hell no. I can still remember his name."

  "Who's name?"

  She snapped her fingers in front of her face and thought for a moment.

  "Whatshisname? Oh yeah ... Jeff. That's the asshole's name."

  "So you're trying to drink enough that you forget his name?"

  "That's the plan, sweetie. Now, pour me another."

  I didn't want to, but it was my job. I poured her another drink. As I put it on the napkin in front of her, I leaned a little closer. I could see she had been crying, so the guy had probably just dumped her.

  "Why don't I get you something to eat? Some nacho chips and salsa or something like that? It will make you feel better,” I told her.