There was no way a man could get it up again after fucking a hot bush like Linda in any time less than five or ten minutes. His climax had been most satisfying. He'd been without a woman too long.
Damn Bess! he thought. Life hadn't been too good lately with her pulling the headache routine more and more often. Linda seemed like a Godsend. Jerry smiled as he thought of the luck involved in getting her as a private tutor for his kid.
He kept drinking in the flow of her naked legs, the way some of her pubic hair pushed up between her legs promising again the paradise of her hot, clinging cunt.
If Jerry was satisfied, Linda Blake was driven wild with desire. Her body had been drenched with sweat during their frantic fucking. Even though she'd gotten off three times, her soul cried out for more. It had been too long for her since she had found a real man. The last boy friend she'd had was a real loser. Suave, dashing, sophisticated and a complete waste in bed.
That guy had reached the point where he couldn't even get it up. To make it worse, he'd blamed her. He'd told her she wasn't sexy enough. She wasn't appealing to him, that she was inept and a rotten lay.
Linda had dumped him, but the words kept ringing in her ears. What if he was right? What if she was a lousy lay? That partial fear had started her on Kenny. With him, she could do no wrong. Everything was new and fresh and perfect far the boy.
Now, with Jerry, things seemed to be looking up again. He fucked her with wild need, violent passion. There was no complaining on his part that she wasn't performing well enough to get him hard. His bouncing, throbbingly vibrant erection had been testimony that she turned him on in a big way.
About eight inches big. And a couple inches thick.
His fucking had been forceful, dominant. Just what she needed to regain some of her lost self-esteem. But it was a two-edged sword. Linda found herself regaining confidence in her own sexuality, in her ability to make it with a man. There was something else hooked into this renewed self-esteem, however.
She was hornier than hell.
She rolled over, then brushed a strand of auburn hair out of her eyes. She got a good look at the man who had just driven his steely hard cock so deep into her cunt. Naked, he looked like some Nordic God. Thor, perhaps, with his mighty hammer now dangling limp and useless between his legs. And that mighty cock surrounded by a sweat-drenched mat of blond pubic hair.
Linda liked what she saw, Jerry was a powerfully built man with a cock to go with his physique. How different he was from that man-about-town fop she'd been going with, and what a world of difference he was from his eighteen-year-old son!
"I liked it, Jerry. I liked it a lot," she said, her voice still husky from the sex.
He smiled. "Yeah. I swear to God, your cunt's hotter and tighter than any other pussy I ever found. How do you do it? That business with your muscles clamping down on my cock?"
"Long hours of practice!"
"You can practice on me any time you want."
Her green eyes gleamed with sudden fire. "You mean it? I… I've been looking for a real man for quite a while. Even though you're – you're married."
"I don't mind, if you don't."
Jerry snorted, his nostrils flaring slightly. "Why the hell should I mind? I'm not getting anything from my wife."
"Especially with her in the hospital."
"That's got nothing to do with it. She just figures holding back on the sex is a good way of attracting attention. Somehow, Bess never figured it out that there might be better ways of getting the spotlight, if that's what she really wants."
Linda propped herself up on her elbows and raised her legs. With her feet flat on the floor, she slightly opened her legs and peered through the deep canyon they formed until she got Jerry lined up in the erotic gunsight.
Jerry couldn't miss the wanton invitation. The brunette's cunt was wide open. The pink lips seemed to gently tremble in anticipation of a carnal kiss, the kiss of his rigid prick. A little bit of his cum decorated her pussy lips. Like flecks of white foam, his jism clung to dewy damp pussy lips. Tiny rainbows of color refracted back to him. The light seemed to be coming off the trapped droplets of cunt juice now oozing again from the aroused woman's insides.
The pink gates called to him. Jerry found his cock vainly trying to stiffen into usefulness again. But it was too soon. Less than five minutes had passed since he had been fucking his brains out. His cock still tinged and felt warm from the friction and internal heat of Linda's greedy little cunt.
"Sorry, doll," he told Linda, "but I can't get it up yet. Besides, Kenny might be getting in and it wouldn't do to have him find the two of us screwing like rabbits."
Linda started to say that it didn't matter to her, that all she wanted was a hard cock shoving in and out of her cunt. At the moment, her needs were simple. They were entirely those of her hungering body, the lush, youthful body that had been denied a man's attentions for too long now.
Jerry sensed her disappointment. As he wiped away beads of sweat on his forehead, he got an idea.
"On your feet, wench. We're going to take a shower."
"I'd rather…" she started.
"Shut up!" Jerry snapped. "We're going to take a shower. Together. Now get that bare ass of yours moving!"
As she passed by him on the way to the bathroom, he planted a flat-handed swat on her bouncy bottom. Linda squealed and moved a little faster. Jerry was pleased to see the red outline of his hand appear on the white skin of her ass. He'd branded her with his mark just like he was going to fuck her with his dick. Already, he felt the vague twitching that signaled the rise of another monumental hard-on. He looked down and saw his red cock stirring from its slumber. The big knob on the end of his sex wand grew a deeper purple.
By the time Jerry had entered the bathroom, Linda had the shower running hot and steamy. The shower stall was already filled with murky clouds of rising mist, mist rising as fast as Jerry's dick.
The blond man saw Linda completely naked and utterly wanton, standing in the door of the shower stall. Linda had one slender hand on the frame.
The other was lightly resting on a flaring hip. Her tits were haloed in the billowing steam from the shower. Jerry could make out the fiery red nipples and her light brown areolas.
Jerry didn't hesitate any longer. He went to the woman, shoved her under the cascading water and slammed the door behind him. They were pressed close together in the small shower.
"Damn you!" Linda cried. "The water's hot! And my hair's getting wet. Ooooooooo!"
Jerry's finger stabbed deep into the woman's cunt. The liquid covering his finger wasn't water. It was Linda's pussy juice.
He raised his finger and stared at it, then carefully licked the lubricant from his finger.
"Tastes good. And to hell with your hair getting wet. You're already wet where it counts."
He cut off any further discussion by wrapping his arms around her water-slippery form. He crushed his lips on hers. For a moment, she was taken by surprise. Then she melted and returned the kiss with all the fervor with which it was given. Linda opened her lips slightly and Jerry's tongue went flashing into her mouth.
Their tongues rolled around and around in wildly erotic acrobatics. Linda loved the feelings of Jerry's strong, sturdy tongue pressing down on hers. It was rough and tasted like the best wine she'd ever sampled.
She thrust her tongue out and began lightly caressing Jerry's tongue. Then she started wiggling and worming her way into his mouth. Once there, the brunette started outlining each and every one of his teeth with her tongue.
Jerry moved his mouth down Linda's now drenched jaw. She felt the quick licks he gave her all the way down to her ear. There, Jerry jammed his tongue into her. Linda felt a thrill of delight surge through her. As he gently gnawed and nibbled on her ear, the woman sensed the rising tides of passion in her body. It was only a matter of time until Jerry reduced her to a quivering blob of flesh capable of anything he commanded.