Paul Longfellow - Can_t stop the sex

"There's a nice little pool about a half-mile up the creek, ma'am," Magee told her after the mules and other animals had been staked out for the night, "hi case you was thinkin' about takin' you a bath or somethin' like that, I mean."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Magee, I would certainly appreciate that," Gloria replied. "I'm afraid that travel and good looks don't fit too well together."

"Ma'am, ye'll alhis be the queen of this here wagon train or any other I ever seen," Magee assured her. "Now, about that pool-you just head upstream till you find it. I ain't seen no sign of Indians so it ought to be safe enough and anyway, I'm gonna hunt off to the north and your mister, he'll be he's gotn' to be huntin' off to the northeast, so there'll be enough protection, don't you worry your head none about that!"

"I won't worry," she promised. "But do you think there is really a danger of Indians;* I had understood the army had them under control, or very nearly so."

"Yep, almost. It's that 'nearly,' though-every once in a while a band of them devils'11 slip through and go on a rampage. It ain't likely, not at this time of the year, but then again it don't pay to go bein' careless."

"I'll be sure and not go too far," Gloria assured the grizzled old frontiersman. "And I mustn't be gone too long either-now.that we have some extra time I might try my hand at cooking up something special for us tonight!"

"That'd sure be fine, ma'am. I tell you, a body sure gets tired of jerked beef and cold bread day in 'n day out."

Gloria rummaged through one of her trunks and. brought out a towel and a fresh dress, along with a change of underclothes. Gathering these up, together with a bar of soap, she looked around for her husband. Henry was coming toward her, having completed staking out the team.

"Mr. Magee says that you have a little hunting trip planned," she said, smiling coquettishly. "I'm going up the creek to that little pool he mentioned and have myself a bath."

"I'll look in on you," Henry promised. "This is one time I'll have better luck at hunting than that old rascal does!"

Gloria smiled again and set off up the creek. Henry took a different route, angling back nearly along the path they had followed with the wagons, and disappeared into the brush. She felt her skin crinkle and tingle with anticipation as she walked along; the thought of having him in a -situation where they could throw caution and restraint aside had already created a fierce hunger within her loins. She felt the tops of her thighs rubbing against the inflamed lips of her pussy as she walked, adding to her excitement and constantly reminding her of the eagerness with which she looked forward to having him.

The pool was exactly where Magee had said it would be. A huge jumble of rocks against the far bank marked the site of a small spring which gurgled happily, adding its supply of water to the creek. A few clumps of bushes, absurdly-green in the otherwise tan and grey landscape, gave the setting a vaguely idyllic tone. Gloria looked around, found a level, open spot which would be suitable for a dressing room, and carefully placed her fresh clothing and towel on_a nearby bush. She began undressing and soon had stripped down to the skin. The sun was not so low that it could not fill the area with heat and light; she turned to it and opened herself to the sun. Its warmth made her skin even more alive with feeling.

She stepped into the pool, carrying the bar of soap, and began working up a lather. The accumulated grime and sweat of travel dissolved and slid away, leaving her ivory-hued flesh in its naturally clean condition. She made sure that she lathered the dark, bushy Vee between her thighs especially well and that the soap's creamy foam was worked into the painfully tender slit between her thighs. She gasped with pleasure as her fingers worked over the puffy, swollen lips; the overheated condition of her pussy made it respond even to this chaste gesture.

"Mmm, so hot and moist inside!" she thought, allowing her fingers to probe into the taut, muscle-rimmed opening. "Ahh, Henry will love getting his cock into that! And I will love it too-the spreading, full sensation, the excitement of having my legs around him, the joy of feeling his cock fill my cunt with love!"

She looked around, hearing a noise in the bushes behind, then smiled when she saw her husband coming toward her. He paused beside her clothing, still holding his shotgun, and looked at her with open hunger. She rose to her feet, turning toward him, and proudly faced him.

"Your eyes, they're making me want you even more!" she murmured, coming toward him as he began undressing. "Ahh, Henry, this will be beautiful, I know it will!"

"You'll never know how I've been looking forward to this," he muttered as his fingers flew up and down his buttons. "The waiting was awful but I'd almost say that it was worthwhile! You look lovelier than ever!"

"And to think that I once thought it was bad to let a man see me this way/" she marvelled. "Not that I'd let any other man see me, of course, but just think what Mother would say if she knew how I loved to parade myself before you!"

"Your mother is a fine woman," Henry said, "but she knows nothing of things like this. And what she doesn't know won't hurt her a bit."

"Mmm, so hard, so big!" she whispered, going to him and taking his cock in her hand when he was completely undressed. "I wonder if all wives take th/ir husbands like this? Do they all love to have this incredible tool in their hands? Do all husbands love to be fondled and petted the way you do?"

"I don't know about anyone else, my dear, but I certainly love it," Henry said. "Yes, touch it to your thighs -up there too, that's wonderful!"

Gloria had moved closer to him and was now brushing the tip of the tool against the inner parts of her thighs. Sighing with delight, she spread her feet wider apart and then pressed the thick, bulbous cock between them. She was almost as tall as her husband and his prick jutted straight out and into the pocket between her thighs and pussy. She pressed closer to him and rubbed herself back and forth against the hot, hard instrument as he lifted his hands to her breasts.

"Mmm, rub them harder!" she purred, throwing her arms around his neck and twisting her shoulders to press the large, well-shaped globes into his palms. "Yes, like that-it makes me want you all the harder!"

"How do you want me?" he asked, smiling with pleasure as she rubbed against him. "What do you want me to do? Tell me, Gloria; I love hearing you say it!"

"Ohh, I want you in my cunt!" she muttered hoarsely. "I want you on me and in me, fucking me, making me come; I want you to come too! I want to feel your cock and balls shooting come into my cunt!"

"Let's do it!" he urged, tweaking her nipples in a way that made her shudder with sensual agony. "Here, spread your dress; I'll fuck you on it!"

She spread her discarded dress on the sandy clearing and fell back on it, bringing her knees up and spreading them wide. He knelt between her thighs and examined her pussy for a moment as she manipulated the lips in the way he had taught her. A full-lipped slit, dark and glistening with passionate arousal, it beckoned him inward like a magnet attracting steel. He extended himself over her body and held his weight on his hands and knees as she reached down to take his cock in her hand.

"This is the part I like best," she whispered, arching her neck to give herself a clear view of the swollen tool. "Yes, I like to watch it in my fingers while I'm preparing it for love!"

She grasped the rod between her thumb and forefirtger and slowly forced the foreskin back so as to expose the lavender-colored head completely. It slid into view as her fingers pressed the covering skin further back.

"There, that looks ever so much more exciting," she purred. "Really, Henry, you must teach me to do it to you the way you did it to yourself when you were a boy! What did you call that/"