Linda's Lovely Legs

Linda's Lovely Legs - Chapter - 05

(Again... and again... and again.)

I am proud to say that I managed to live up to my reasonably exaggerated boast of--again, and again, and again--and acquitted myself rather nicely if I do say so myself.

With the sudden luxury of time to spend alone together, Linda allowed me the complete freedom to worship her entire body--from head to toe.

Standing beside her bed, we kissed and caressed for several minutes while tenderly exploring and teasing one another with our hands. She shrugged her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, and I did the same, reaching out to embrace her--my entire body tingling from the sensation of her warm, nude body against me.

We moved to the bed, lying side by side, and continued kissing and caressing. As I lowered my lips, trailing kisses down the length of her neck, she arched her back and sighed pleasurably. Still nuzzling her neck, I sensed faint traces of her perfume--the same exhilarating scent that had been on her pillow the night I had masturbated on her bed.

I tenderly explored her breasts--cupping each one lovingly while gently teasing each of her nipples to feel them rising to become erect.

I lowered my head to her chest, kissing her breasts as I cupped them, circling each of her erect nipples with the tip of my tongue--taking each one into my mouth, suckling gently. Linda moaned softly, her body writhing sensually as she cradled my head to her chest.

With my mouth on her nipple, I moved my hand slowly down over her stomach, feeling her abdominal muscles shivering at my touch. I caressed the soft rise of her belly below her navel, loving the soft fleshiness of her skin, and then gently moved my fingers down over her pubic mound to feel the silkiness of her pubic hair.

Linda arched her back and cried out as my fingers slipped between her legs to cup her vulva.

Her puffy labial lips--shaved to smooth perfection--were exceedingly warm and already moist from her arousal. She moaned softly, her arms holding me tightly to her breast as she parted her legs--her hips moving slowly as I caressed her. She gasped and cried out softly as my finger gently parted her labia and slid into her vagina.

As I continued to suckle at each of her breasts, I began to move my hand rhythmically between her legs, caressing her labia as I gently probed deeper into her vagina with my middle finger--she moaned and moved her hips against my hand as I slowly began to increase the tempo of my movements.

Linda moaned aloud, her body writhing sensually as I inserted a second finger into her and began to move my hand rapidly, plunging my fingers into her.

She reached orgasm very quickly, crying aloud as she let herself go, her arms wrapped tightly around my head as I continued to suckle at her nipple.

As her orgasm began to wane and I felt the tension leaving her body, I slipped my fingers from her vagina--her entire labia copiously wet after her orgasm.

I couldn't help but feel immensely pleased that I had brought her to orgasm with my hand, and, as I continued to caress her soft smooth labia, I sighed pleasurably to feel how very slick and wet her lips were.

At that moment, I was suddenly struck with the thought that--had she been wearing a pair of panties when she came, the gloriously slick wetness between her legs would very likely have completely saturated the crotch of those panties with the heady scent from her most intimate area.

How incredible might it have been, all those weeks ago, to have discovered a pair of her panties in the laundry hamper, that she had worn while having an orgasm? Panties so permeated with her intimate scent, they might have remained so for weeks.

I raised my hand to her breast, coating her nipple with her slick vaginal secretions, and then took her nipple into my mouth. I groaned with pleasure--the intimate taste from her vagina sent a jolt to my already urgent erection--I wanted more. I pulled my mouth from her engorged nipple--trailing kisses down her stomach as the thought of the exquisitely intoxicating scent between her legs filled my every conscious thought. I wanted to kiss her there--press my tongue between her lips--taste her slick juices, and breathe in her scent.

I moved lower, rubbing my lips over her silky soft pubic hair and sensed the warmth from between her legs on my face. God, I wanted to breathe her essence in--to taste her--my cock began to ache with an urgency I could barely control.

I felt her hand in my hair, gently pushing my head lower as she moaned softly and arched her back. I lowered my mouth to her labia and was immediately aware of her delicately intimate scent--the very same intoxicating scent that had so aroused me from her stolen panties--and I moaned softly with pleasure.

She cried out as I pressed my mouth tightly to her, and when I felt the hard rise of her clitoris with my lips, I opened my mouth and gently probed between her lips, flicking lightly over her engorged clitoris.

While I had absolutely zero experience with oral sex, I had seen a great many porn videos; I understood the physical mechanics, as well as the need to be especially tender and gentle with such an ultra-sensitive part of a woman's body. I closed my mouth over her and ever so slowly pressed my tongue between her lips to draw her slick, wet essence into my mouth.

Linda gasped, her body jolted, her fingers tightened in my hair as I pressed my mouth to her and gently sucked her clitoris between my lips.

She came almost immediately--crying out loudly--her thighs pressing together tightly on each side of my head as her pelvis began writhing and thrusting with such force I had to hold tightly to her hips to keep my mouth and tongue in place. When the sensation became too acute for her, she pushed my head from between her legs with a loud cry and lay gasping for breath.

I could hold myself back no longer--my balls ached painfully for release--I quickly moved up between her splayed legs--felt the slick, puffy wetness of her labial lips with the tip of my cock, and penetrated her without guidance, driving the full length of my aching erection into her.

"Oh, God, YES!" she cried as I entered her, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, "Fuck me...fuck me."

I thrust into her almost frantically as I felt my orgasm building within me.

"Oh, God, Linda," I gasped as I began to release, sighing her name with each ejaculation.

"Don't stop!" she gasped as she wrapped her legs around me as she had done in the living room, "Oh, God... Don't stop," she cried aloud, her hips thrusting with greater intensity as she surrendered to the pleasure of yet another orgasm--her fingertips grasping the flesh of my buttocks almost painfully.

We lay gasping together; I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest. For the second time that night, I gave thanks that she was taking birth control pills. I had cum inside her twice now, and I could feel how copiously slick and wet she was inside. She pushed me gently to the side, and I rolled from between her legs.

"My God!" she gasped, her chest heaving, "Who ARE you?"

I laughed softly and kissed her cheek.

"You're supposed to be this... this inexperienced young man," she said.

"I am," I responded with a smile, "You're only the second woman I've ever had sex with."

She turned her head to look into my eyes, "Well... had you not told me that, I would have never guessed. Where did you learn how to do all those things you just did to me?"

"Would you believe... YouTube instructional videos?" I responded facetiously.

She smiled and playfully slapped my chest. "I'm serious," she said.

"So am I," I retorted, "I mean... maybe not YouTube, but I've seen my share of porn videos... so I guess I know how things are supposed to go. But, until tonight, I've never touched a woman's bare breasts... or even had my hand between a woman's legs."

"So you just made things up as you went along?" she asked, looking somewhat skeptical.

"Pretty much, yeah." I smiled. "Am I to assume that I was doing everything correctly?"

"My God... of course you did," she said, leaning in to kiss me. "Couldn't you tell? I just came three times in only a few minutes. That's not LIKE me at all. In all the years I've been married, Richard never... well, he just never..."

It was mind-boggling to imagine I might have somehow outperformed her husband sexually, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. "He never what?" I asked when her voice trailed off.

She looked at me and bit her lip thoughtfully, "In all the years we were married, he never made me cum so easily... and so many times." She giggled almost girlishly, "The feeling was so... intense with you, I almost thought I was going to die."

I laughed and stroked her cheek, "Death by orgasm?" I said, "Interesting concept."

She smacked my chest playfully. "And another thing..." she said, kissing my lips once more, "There aren't many men in this world who would do what you just did to me with your tongue."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I shook my head, "What?... Oral sex?"

"Not just that," she said, "A lot of men will go down on a woman... especially if they know it's pleasing her. But VERY few men will ever do it AFTER they have cum inside her."

I nodded in sudden understanding. It quite honestly hadn't occurred to me how, when I had my mouth over her labia, my semen was very likely a contributing part of the exquisitely slick wetness that permeated her lips. Thinking about it at that moment, I couldn't help but smile. I doubted it would have made any difference had I thought of it at the time--the delicately heady scent between her legs had driven away any other thoughts completely from my mind.

"Hmm," I mused thoughtfully. "I think maybe... the thought of tasting us together was very appealing to me at that moment," I said. "Although," I added with a little laugh, "I'm not all that sure it would have been as pleasant an experience if it had been some other guy's semen inside you."

Linda smiled warmly, "And this woman... is especially glad you're that kind of man. I think you're a little bit more on the kinkier side than most men I know as well. And at your age too... you surprise me."

"Kinkier?" I responded, wondering what she meant by that.

"Well... like when you told me the story about losing your virginity, it didn't seem to bother you that the woman's vagina had already been pumped full of cum by all your friends. Didn't you tell me that you were the last of twelve guys?"

I nodded, "That's true," I admitted, "I mean, I DID think about it at the time... I could actually see it dripping out of her. But, yeah, it didn't bother me all that much. Honestly... I think it kind of felt pretty nice."

Linda shook her head slightly, "I think that's incredibly kinky... and I think you're amazing."

I smiled broadly, encouraged by the fact she didn't seem to be all that put off or disgusted by what had been a uniquely depraved experience. "In complete honesty," I confided, "I even came inside her twice."

Linda returned my smile, "I'm sincerely hoping you won't think less of me for saying this... but hearing how that woman had taken so much cum inside her that night... kind of excites me. It even makes me wonder what it would feel like to be with twelve men at one time."

"Oh, my," I smiled, "I'm beginning to think you might be every bit as sexually depraved as I am."

"Maybe even more so," she smiled, taking hold of my penis and stroking me to full erection once more. "And, if I remember correctly, you said something earlier about again... and again."

She rolled on top of me, straddling my body, and as we kissed, she moved her hips--sliding her vulva against my erection and making me deliciously wet with a mixture of her juices and mine.

She reached between us and guided me to her vagina once more, settling her hips down on me as she took the entire length of my erection deep inside her. She sat up, smiling down at me as she slowly raised and lowered her hips, biting her lip as a look of pleasure suffused her face.

"God, I love the feel of your cock, honey," she said, her voice low and breathy, "It feels so... good... inside me."

I grasped the soft flesh of her hips, holding her tightly as I thrust up into her. "And I... love the feel of your pussy, Linda," I murmured, thrusting rhythmically as she held her hips motionless. "You're so warm... and so beautifully wet inside."

I held tightly to her, thrusting rapidly, my pelvis slapping loudly against her buttocks as her eyes, wide with lust, gazed down into mine.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, "Oh, my God, yes... just like that."

I redoubled my efforts, my abdominal muscles straining as I thrust forcefully up into her.

"Oh, God... honey..." she gasped breathlessly as my hips slapped loudly against her buttocks, "You're... gonna... make me cum!"

Her eyes closed tightly, and her mouth opened wide--a low keening sound began to emanate from deep in her throat as her hips began to thrust rapidly. I felt her vagina begin to pulse as her orgasm swept her away. I held tightly to her, pulling her down onto me as I cried out and released into her.

She lay forward onto me, her body shuddering with little aftershocks for several moments after her orgasm had faded.

She rolled from me, and we lay together blissfully in each other's arms. We slept for a a couple of hours, both of us waking simultaneously to see the beginnings of daylight suffusing her bedroom with the dim light of very early dawn. We kissed warmly and passionately for several minutes as she tenderly stroked my cock to full erection.

Moments later, she raised her leg, bringing her knee up along my side. Reaching between us, she once again guided the tip of my cock to her vagina. I penetrated her slowly and gently as we lay side-by-side, both of us moving very little as we held tightly to one another.

We continued to kiss, our bodies moving ever so slowly together for several minutes. Linda's eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped softly as her hips began to vibrate, "Oh, fuck," she said, her voice little more than a husky whisper. "I'm cumming."

I felt the muscles of her vagina tightening on me as she began to let go, her hips moving ever so gently as she surrendered to the pleasure.

With my mouth on hers, I looked into her beautiful eyes, "Me too," I sighed, "Oh, God... me too."

We smiled as the intensity of our orgasms faded, and then we both began to laugh--we had both somehow managed to reach orgasm with very little effort or movement. A fitting testament, I thought, to how well we connected physically and emotionally.

"That was amazing," she murmured. Suddenly, she started and sat up as the sound of a truck engine from outside was heard.

"Oh, shit," she gasped, throwing off the bedding and leaping out of bed, "The truck is here."

She quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and a pullover and raced out of the bedroom, through the living room and kitchen, to the back door. I heard the truck beeping as it backed into Linda's driveway and heard her directing the driver.

I got out of bed and grimaced to see an abundance of semen stains on bedding. I quickly pulled up the top sheet to cover the evidence of our lovemaking.

I quickly stepped into her shower and rinsed my body, as Linda's perfumed scent was all over me, and then gathered up my cleaned and dried clothes from the living room and dressed.

A few minutes later, Linda came through the back door smiling broadly. I could hear the truck's engine as it pulled from her driveway and began to drive away.

"No," I gasped in disbelief, "They can't be done loading all those boxes."

Linda laughed aloud and held up her arms, "The driver had three rather burly gentlemen with him... and they made short work of the loading. They have the address of my storage unit and will have everything unloaded there by this afternoon. Easy peasy... right?"

I nodded and smiled, remembering the hours of work she and I had done, boxing up her things and stacking all the boxes in her garage.

"I'm glad you're up and dressed," she said. "I just saw your Mom waving to me when I was outside. She'll be expecting us for breakfast soon now that she's seen the truck drive away."

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, where I pulled back the sheet to reveal the stained evidence of our many couplings.

"Oh, dear," she said with a broad smile. "It appears that--again, and again, and again--leaves a lovely trail of evidence behind, doesn't it?"

"I figured you might want to give the sheets a quick wash before you turn the house over to Richard," I said with a smile.

Linda nodded, pursing her lips thoughtfully, "Actually... I'm thinking I might just leave them the way they are," she said, grinning wickedly. "It would certainly give him pause to wonder, wouldn't it?... It might even begin to dawn on him that I haven't been sitting around moping over our divorce."

I laughed, "That's pretty kinky, Linda--I like it a lot."

We laughed as we quickly made the bed. "Okay," I said as we finished, "let's go to breakfast."

Linda gave me an astonished look, "I can't go dressed like this," she said.

"Why?" I responded, "I think you look perfectly fine."

She grinned broadly and stepped closer to me. "You think so?" she said, "If you thought the bedsheets were a mess..."

She pulled down her sweatpants to reveal the crotch was almost completely soaked with semen.

"I may be a little on the kinky," she said with a smile, "But I'm not kinky enough to wear these sweatpants to breakfast with your mother."

I nodded and laughed, "That WOULD be a little over-the-top kind of kinky," I responded.

"Listen," she said, taking hold of my arm and leading me to the sofa. We sat down, and she then took my hands in hers. "There's something I want to say to you... and I might not get the chance once we go to breakfast."

I nodded, she looked serious.

"I wanted to thank you for last night," she said, looking intently into my eyes.

I smiled, "Hey," I said, "I'm the one who should be thanking you. Last night, I got to have sex with the fantasy woman of my dreams."

Linda smiled and squeezed my hands, "This is why I'm thanking you, honey... for thinking of me that way." She sighed heavily and bit her lip before continuing.

"For the past year, my life has been in complete turmoil. I've been depressed and miserable... and feeling like a complete failure. My marriage was in the toilet, and Richard seemed to be doing his best to make me feel terrible about myself."

"How so," I asked when she paused.

"He became so critical after we were married. I know he felt trapped by the marriage because I was pregnant... but to his credit, he did the honorable thing by marrying me. I would have been perfectly fine being a single mom--I was prepared for it. But, I was also happy to marry him, I thought we were happy... and were going to be a family."

She paused once more and wiped some moisture from her eyes. "But then... he became more and more critical. He would criticize me for everything--the way I dressed, the way I wore my hair, my makeup, even my weight after Ricky was born."

I shook my head, feeling for her.

"When he started seeing Gabi again, I felt completely humiliated. I tried even harder to be a good wife to him... but then his drinking also got in the way. He began to abuse me... physically and mentally. Whenever we had sex, it was almost never about showing love... it was more like a punishment... as if what I deserved was a good hard fucking to set me straight and get my mind right."

My eyes widened as I remembered him expressing that very same sentiment the night we talked on the back porch after babysitting.