the tingling in her boobs, all signaled something special this time.
She abandoned herself to the feelings racing up her spine. The man's heavy body pressed down into hers. She had to work harder to support both their weights, but it was worth it. She was getting all the cock she could bear.
But it was the way he licked and kissed the back of her neck that added the special spice to this fucking. His mouth was restless all over her neck. His tongue licked across each and every bone in her spine before moving to her ear.
There, his hot breath made the flesh quiver. When he began to lightly nibble and kiss it, she came. When his tongue shot out, cock-hard, duplicating the motion going on lower, she came again.
No matter how she turned, he was there, stimulating her, making her come completely alive with the joy of sex.
His cock was working industriously at her cunt. The wet, squishy noise he made every time his prick shot up into her juicy cunt filled the room, mingled with the pleasant crackling noises of the fire. His hands were merciless in the way they gripped the base of her tits, then pulled toward the very tip. She became acutely aware of how they throbbed, how they made her gasp in delight. And the man's entire body rubbing across her softer, more feminine one was a turn-on, too.
Even the way her ass fit neatly into the curve of groin was a big thrill for her. She shoved her bottom into his body as hard as she could. This gave her lots of prick up her cunt.
She tried to concentrate on just one part of her body. Her tits. They swelled. They were going to pop at any instant. She knew it. They were shivering, covered with gooseflesh, tingly and ever so exciting. And the nipples! She just knew they were going to explode.
But no matter how she thought of the way his fingers stroked across the smooth expanse of her boobs, the man's cock always intruded on her thoughts. This was burrowing into the center of her being. This was what warmed her until she could barely stand the blast-furnace hot blaze in her gut.
The friction of his fucking had slowly burned away the thick fluids lubricating her cunt. Her pussy was ablaze now with a new feeling, one which she had seldom felt. She was slowly being consumed by an inner blaze.
When she came this time, the top of her head seemed to blow off.
'Aaaaaieeeee!'
Her screams of passion filled the tiny cabin.
'God, your cunt's squeezing down on me too hard!' the man grunted. 'I don't know if I can stand that! So hot! And fucking tight! Tiiiiight!'
He felt his balls begin to chum under his long prick. The balls inside the hairy sac started boiling and lurching too hard for him to bear. He knew it wouldn't be long before she milked him of his come just like he was stroking her tits.
His entire prick was buried in her orgasm-convulsed cunt. He felt as if a velvet gloved hand had gripped his prick and squeezed as hard as possible. The soft pussy walls clamped down with the full fury of a raging come.
But he had pulled out, his prick still greasy from her cunt juices. He knew that his best pleasure would come from fucking that impossibly small cunt. He didn't hesitate after his prick was exposed to the cool air of the cabin.
He rammed back in, making them both grunt with the suddenness. His world spun around him as momentary dizziness struck. He wasn't sure if he had fucked into a vise or not. She was even hotter and tighter than before.
Rocking to and fro, he managed to fuck her with the deliberate strokes that kept him aroused to a peak just under orgasm yet allowed him to collect his thoughts and keep control. He didn't want to come like some kid knocking off his first piece of ass. He wanted this to last. She wouldn't let him.
Her cunt smashed down on him. His cock was trapped and pressed in on all sides by wonderfully hot, intensely stimulating pussy walls. There was no escape. And he lost all the carefully nurtured control.
Fighting back the rising tide of his steamy hot jism wasn't possible any longer. His prick felt as if it had been dipped in acid. He burned with an intensity that he had seldom felt before.
His prick exploded with wild fury. It danced around and bucked strongly in the woman's cunt. Her muscles tensed at the first shot of his creamy manseed. The seething hot jism had lit the fire of another orgasm in her passion-wracked body.
By the time his balls had quit pumping out their last drop of come, he was sweating and limp as a rag. He collapsed back onto the floor, sitting cross-legged.
She fell forward, her tits burrowing into the prickly mass of bearskin. For a long time, neither of them spoke. They were relishing the misty post-fucking period, reliving some of the feelings they'd just experienced.
Then, Diane said, 'Let's do it again.'
And they did.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The days flew by for Matt. For Diane, however, they were beginning to drag. Matt hadn't lost his zest for fucking. But Diane felt hers fading away.
She couldn't understand it. She loved the feel of his prick, whether she was sucking it or letting him fuck her cunt. His huge cock was so beautiful!
She loved the sight of it, she loved the feel and taste of it, she loved everything about it. But there wasn't the spice to the fucking any more. She tried to pin down her feelings. It simply didn't seem possible. Matt hadn't changed any. He was still the horny fucker he had been when she married him.
It had to be something inside her that was changing. She had felt the stirrings before the marriage ceremony. At that time, she'd thought it was just nervousness over the wedding itself. Now, after almost a week of uninhibited fucking, she felt even more acutely the lack.
The lack. She couldn't imagine what it was. She had all the cock she could want. Matt was a careful, meticulous lover who made certain she came. Sometimes, she'd climax a dozen times and be left washed out both emotionally and physically. That certainly wasn't sex deprivation.
But that didn't take away from the fact that she would sneak off into the john and masturbate herself to climax several more times. And even this wasn't making it. There was still something lacking in her sex life.
Hadn't they fucked in just about every way and place she could think of? She'd sucked him off while they were racing down the highway at a breakneck speed. At the time she'd been both horrified and excited more than ever in her life. Sex and death were mingled together in a wine more intoxicating than any liquor.
And out on the lake in back of the cabin. They'd even done the old trick of fucking in a canoe. Sure, they'd both gotten wet. So they ended up fucking in the water.
Hell, even the prosaic fucking they'd done in bed, in the missionary position, man on top, had been fine. She couldn't find a single flaw with that. Not one. But something was missing.
'Diane! Honey, where are you?' came the shout from the wooded area to the south of the cabin.
'Over here, stud!' she called back. She decided to sit on the tree stump and wait for him.
He sneaked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Before she could turn, she was flung up into the air, squealing in fright. He caught her easily and spun her around, laughing. 'What a sight you were! Bet you thought you'd been snatched by Martians or something.'
'You cocksucker! You nearly scared me to death!'
'We wouldn't like that, would we? After all, I'm not into necrophilia.'
'That's about all you're not into,' she said. 'I bet you were out in the woods molesting small, furry animals.'
'Nope. The only small, furry thing I like to fuck is beaver. Like this one.'
'Hey!' she yelped. He'd grabbed her crotch and squeezed down hard. 'I'm a little sore there from the fucking we did last night. Shit, I thought it would last all night long!'
