Can_t stop the sex

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'Agghh!' Henry gasped, pulling her against him even more insistently and ramming his prick home with fierce urgency. 'Fuck me, Gloria, fuck me now! Ooohh, I can't hold it back any longer! I've got to come!'

'Do it, Henry, do it to me!' she panted between gasps and moans. 'Uhh! Ahh! Owww! You're deeper than ever; you're fucking my heart out!'

Her cries began coming quicker now that she feit him working in and out with the quick, jerky strokes signalling his climax. She recognized them for what they were and answered with rolling, weaving thrusts of her hips, forcing the head of his prick to rub harder against the tender, inflamed walls of her cunt. When he pulled out full length and paused there, trembling, she lifted her legs even higher around his body and elevated her cunt to receive the final thrust.

'Ooohh! You're coming!' she gasped when she felt his cock begin spurting a thick stream of hot sperm into her cunt. 'You're shooting me full of it; your balls are drowning me with come! Ugghh! Again! More! Don't stop coming; I want to feel it forever!'

She was not to be granted her wish, however. Even though Henry Cramer was only twenty-five and in the full prime of his manhood, he could not make his climax last long enough to satisfy her completely. No man could have done so; her hungers were insatiable. Happily she recognized that Henry had done his best and she was content with that, though she hated the moment when he would have to pull his prick from her body and disappear into the brush.

'Oh, if only we had a day to ourselves!' she murmured, stretching her legs full length and twisting against him. 'You're still hard and I know I could make you do that again if only we had the time! Mmm, Henry, I'll never get enough of your wonderful cock!'

'If you don't it won't be because I don't try giving it to you,' he promised. 'Once we arrive in Arizona, Gloria, and have a house to ourselves, I intend to spend a week in bed with you! I'll fuck you then until you can't even walk!'

'Ah, in Arizona!' she murmured. 'But you must hurry off now, I suppose; if I dally too long here they will come looking for me. And it wouldn't do for them to find us like this!'

Her mention of the others was enough to spur him into action. He lifted himself off slowly, giving her time to reach between them and fasten her fingers around his prick as it emerged from her cunt. She welcomed the hot, wet tool and shuddered weakly as it slid through her hand. Henry could not understand her strong fascination with his prick after it had fucked her into a frenzy but he was sufficiently in love with her to allow her the treat if she wanted it. He stood up beside her and began dressing as she cupped her hand over her pussy, catching the flow of sperm as it emerged from her cunt and spreading it over her warm, tingling slit.

'It feels so good,' she said, noticing the way he was watching her. 'I don't know why but it feels like it's connected with you; it's another way of keeping you closer to me after you've gone. Do you think I'm an awful woman, to want to bathe my fingers in your come?

'I think you're the most wonderful woman in the world,' he said, buttoning up his shirt and hefting his shotgun. 'But I'll have no reputation at all as a hunter unless I get to my business. Goodbye, my dear; I'll see you later.'

Gloria continued to lie on the dress and to finger her pussy for a few minutes after he had gone. When she was quite satisfied that he was out of sight she sat up and moved her right hand from her pussy, bringing it up in front of her face. She contemplated the sperm-smeared fingers for a moment and then popped them into her mouth.

Ahh, what a lovely taste! she thought to herself. There's nothing that tastes quite like sex! Mmm, I wonder what Henry would say if he knew… Some day I'm going to suck it directly from his cock!

She sucked her fingers for a moment more and then got to her feet. She dressed quickly, rolled the towel and discarded clothing into a compact bundle and picked up the soap before leaving the small clearing. She made her way back to the wagons without difficulty and began preparing an evening meal. Two of the mule drivers were already laying a fire and bringing out the pots she would need; she thanked them for their cooperation and promised them each an extra helping of the pie she was planning to bake.

'Pie? Out here in the middle of nowhere?' one of them marvelled.

'Pie,' she firmly stated. 'I'll use up the last of the dried apples and we'll have'a deepdish apple pie. That will be my contribution to our celebration for having reached the Pecos River.'

She thought to herself that, since the dish was one of Henry's favorites, it would also be a nice way of repaying him for the shuddering, blood-boiling pleasure he had given her back beside the pool. The memory of that passionate encounter lent an added sureness to her hands and enlivened her thoughts as she bustled around the campfire that afternoon.

Shortly after sunup the next morning they were on their way again. Gloria sat comfortably on the box of her wagon and thought of her husband as she allowed the mules to pick their own way. She had found it difficult to keep her hands off him as they had lain under the wagon the night before, rolled in their blankets; it had been almost as difficult to keep from thrusting her hands between her own thighs as desire gnawed at her flesh.

I don't know whether it's better to grab a chance like the one we had yesterday or not, she mused as the mules followed the other wagons along. I always wake up the next morning wanting it so much more! It will be different in Arizona-there I'll be able to enjoy a good fuck in the morning. Perhaps one before breakfast and one after, too!

The thought, and others like it, conspired to put added life into her hot-lipped pussy and she edged around on the wagon seat in an effort to find a more comfortable posture. By leaning foward, she knew all too well, she could press that tingling organ almost down to the seat of the wagon and bring it into contact with the bunched up material of her dress. More than once she had done this with astounding success, rubbing herself until she felt that fatal explosion which left her weak and gasping. Alternatively, as she also knew, she could cross her legs and tighten her thighs, forcing them to squeeze her pussy more tightly; that would also produce a satisfying blast of sensual delight in short order.

Neither of those alternatives appealed to her that morning. For one thing, the memory of Henry's massive prick was too fresh in her mind; she felt somehow disloyal each time she gave in to her body's demands and satisfied herself. She had to keep reminding, herself that she was a grown, married woman now and that she must put aside, her childish ways, including the devices she had discovered for dealing sexual pleasure to herself. She resolutely spread her knees slightly and leaned back on the seat as she set herself the task of ignoring the tingling flesh at the base of her belly.

Due to their early start they reached the crossing shortly after midmorning. The wagons pulled up at the bank, giving Magee time to explore the bottom of the river and to check the opposite side. Gloria pulled the mules up beside the other teams, wrapped the reins around the brake and stood up. Looking around, she saw a broad, sweeping plain dotted with brush. A long line of hills, hazy in the distance, lay to the north; farther off, to the southwest, another blue mass lay against the horizon.

'And this is that famous crossing we've been hearing about?' she said to Henry, who had ridden up beside her. 'It certainly doesn't look like much!'

'Magee says people have been using this almost as long as there have been people,' Henry stated. 'It's supposed to be the safest way to get across this river. You can see that it's used frequently; see how the grass and bushes are beaten down ail around?'

Gloria now noticed a definite difference in the landscape. For perhaps a mile in almost any direction on either side of the crossing there was very little vegetation to be seen. The wind erased all signs of tracks but now that she looked more closely she saw dotted piles of animal dung here and there.

'Just drive right in and on across,' Magee called out, riding back across the river, which was no more than kneedeep on his horse. 'Good bottom all the way and an easy pull on the other side!'

He rode up beside the Cramers as he watched the first wagon edge down the steep slope.

'Nothin' to it, ma'am,' he said. 'That's why this is so good a place to get across. It's a good, hard bottom, easy to get into and out of. That river'd have to be kicking up a storm before you couldn't get across here!'

'I suppose it's a favorite Indian crossing too;¹' she asked.

'It's everybody's favorite,' he said. 'But it ain't likely we'll see a redskin this time of year. Now was it August or September, you'd be likely to find a herd o' Comanches, that's sure enough; they come down this way on their way into Mexico, you see. But right now they're more likely to be chasing the buffalo up north. Still, that's not to