WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!                          

VACATIONERS 1 (or how both Robert and Deby Galloway discovered that casual, 
               extramarital affairs were not entirely  rare among their new 
               acquaintances, Robbie is seduced, but Deby remains unsullied)

by Ozman. (c) 2000

  Deby and I hadn't  been able to have a  honeymoon back at the time of our 
marriage due to a precarious financial situation,  but thirteen years later 
we found it possible due to a job in the tropical north for my employer. My 
parents were overjoyed to take the kids for the period so we decided to fly 
up, complete my contracted task and dawdle back along the coast in a rented 
camper-van. I had six weeks' paid leave owing to me and could use it all if 
I wished to do so.

  My client was one Norman Searle, fiftyish, who looked a lot like an older 
Steve Reeves from those epic old swords and sandals movies. He and his wife 
Veronica, a statuesque, red-brown-haired woman with a spectacular, dark tan, 
took us out to dinner the evening we arrived. Despite the fact that she had 
thickish ankles and broad calves and creases on each side of her mouth, her 
upper arms were still firm and her neck smooth. My sitting across the table 
from Ronnie was quite disconcerting as she was a very self-confident person 
who looked directly into one's eyes and her big bust was unfettered beneath 
the soft, white fabric of her bodice. When she turned to the waitress I saw 
it all, including a swollen, chocolate-brown nipple. 

  My wife Deby,  who at 31 is still gorgeous after two births, looked quite 
ordinary by comparison,  but I suppose that's the difference in effect of a 
high hemline beside a long-sleeved trouser suit. She'd had always been very 
physically modest,  still played competitive basketball at just below elite 
level, but found it rather uncomfortable to wear the increasingly revealing 
outfits, particularly the new, figure-hugging shorts-costume. Maternity had 
broadened her lovely bottom and softened her large, conical, rubbery boobs, 
not to the point of pendulous sagginess, but to feeling comfortable and, to 
me anyway, extremely sexy. I'd have rather liked her to wear something like 
Ronnie's short, silky cocktail dress without a bra, but she'd never hear of 
it. She'd look good in it as she often used a solarium to maintain a tan as 
required by her team sponsors. I hoped that she and Ronnie might spend some 
time together and that some of the other's  more liberal dress sense should 
rub off on my spouse, but I wouldn't hold my breath in waiting. Deby's team 
mate Carol is a serious  raver and I suspect that her implicitly adulterous 
hints get to be realized with other blokes,  but makes suggestions to us to 
see me squirm and her blush. Unfortunately Deby finds her friend's ideas to 
be fanciful, although I'd reckon that they're much more real than she wants 
to believe and would gladly introduce my love-wand to Carol's passion-pouch 
for a bit of casual, recreational sex.  However, despite Deby's being a bit 
more amused than offended by Carol's propositions, it'll never be.

  Over lunch the following day, Norm explained that he and Ronnie were into 
swinging with a group of  like-minded friends around town.  He told me this 
to obviate future embarrassment which I might suffer on suddenly hearing it 
during  the course of either Deby or I being  propositioned by one of those 
friends who assumed we knew.  I explained our prudish upbringing to him and 
that we didn't even engage in oral sex, let alone the other, more liberated 
activities,  so any propositioner was placing himself in danger of at least 
severely bruised shins. I told him about Carol.

  "I'd enjoy nothing more than a bout of swinging sex with her," I told him
sadly, "but Deby would kick me out if she found out about it."

  "You might be surprised," chuckled Norm. "Tell her about Ronnie and I and 
see what happens."

  "Most likely she'll refuse to have anything to do with you," I said quite
sincerely.  "The fundamentalist, protestant beliefs are deeply ingrained in 
her mind. Very straight and very unforgiving."

  "You'd be amazed at the number  of straight-laced  women I've seen change 
with their environment; become right little nymphos up here."

  I looked doubtful. 

  "Okay, not all," he admitted,  "but a good proportion have let their hair 
down and made a real effort to fuck every bloke in town."

  When I got home I found my wife looking rather odd,  but she wouldn't say 
what was bothering her.  We had dinner and took a walk along the waterfront 
where, almost back at the hotel, we were greeted warmly by a couple walking
in the opposite direction. She wouldn't immediately give me any answer, but 
back in our suite told me that the young man had chatted her up earlier and 
seemed surprised at her lack of enthusiasm for a bit of extramarital nooky, 
particularly in view of the fact that he'd generously offered to fully swap 
with all spouses involved.

  "Ooooh Robbie," she sniffed. "Do I really look like a woman who'd even be 
interested in something like that? The worst thing was that I didn't really 
feel all that offended about being propositioned. Do I really look so truly
slutty?"

  "It's not to do with being slutty," I tried to explain.  "Norm and Ronnie 
are into swinging,  swapping spouses,  and their group are of the genteelly 
respectable echelon of the town's business people.  He said a lot of casual
tourists let their hair and morals down during their visits here."

  "What do you think about it?"  she asked after making me tell her exactly 
what Norm had told me in explaining his hobby.  I shrugged without actually 
committing myself. "Come on, be truthful. Tell me ."

  "Well, it does sound exciting. I guess I'd enjoy trying it and seeing you 
making love with another guy. Honest enough? You did ask."  I told her when 
she looked a trifle upset at the revelation.  "Not in a crowd, just another 
couple we know and trust."

  She looked at me doubtfully.  "You'll be disappointed about my view of it 
then," she told me nervously.  "I was thinking of a honeymoon,  a real one, 
trying some of the things you've wanted me to do. I suppose I don't feel so 
bad about them now that I'm a bit older."

  I hugged her.  "It's wonderful that you feel that way darling. It will be 
a real honeymoon then. How about we give it a whirl right now?"

  She giggled, a good sign.  "Alright then," she blushed.  "But I'll have a 
shower first." 

  When I came back to the huge waterbed she was lying in the light, wearing 
makeup, white stockings and suspender,  smiling shyly.  As I lay by her she 
kissed me deeply, then slid down to tongue my bellybutton before stretching 
across my body to stroke my fully erect cock. I slid my hand down the cleft 
of her lovely bottom to find her furry twat and delve into her moist vagina 
with a titillating finger as she parted her thighs to allow me more room to 
stimulate her pussy. "Oooooh ye-e-sss!" she gasped, then stretched her lips 
around my shiny knob for the very first time and my  whole being jerked and
jolted involuntarily at the thrill of our contact.  Her tongue moved around 
and over the distended head in a most delightful way until I felt the first 
vague tingling in my trembling loins which presaged climax.  She alternated 
between sucking a quite surprising length of my penis into her mouth,  then 
nibbling and tonguing the knob as I pressed and rubbed her hard clitty 'til 
I groaned, "I'm going to come sweetheart,"  giving her time to bring my tip 
to her lips and part them  slightly in order to take my spurt of warm semen 
and swallow it as I jerked wildly with erotic spasms of sensual bliss.  She 
then stiffened too as mild,  but real orgasmic convulsions racked her hard, 
perfumed body and gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. 

  "Was it good?" she asked when she'd lain back alongside me.  "I came too, 
just from sucking."

  "It was wonderful darling," I told her truthfully.  "Now it's your turn." 
I kissed her deeply  before sucking and gently  biting her swollen nipples, 
her navel and then burying  my tongue between the cologne-scented frills of 
her inner labia. The reddish hair on her vulva was both sparse and fine due 
to a complete chemical depilation which Carol had persuaded her to try and, 
after almost six months, her pussy still looked like a pubescent teenager's 
virginal twat.  I'd wanted to do this for Deby  for so long as I knew she'd 
derive  enormous pleasure from it and a  more varied love life for us both. 
I'd only experienced it a couple of times myself, at the church summer camp 
nearly twenty years before,  in the course of a game of 'truth-or-dare' and 
the scent of recently bathed female body mixed with body-warmed baby-powder, 
turned me on. 

  I had her writhing and trembling with pleasure as she pushed my face into
her crotch, thrusting and rotating her excited hips as my tongue stimulated 
every hidden nook of her eager pussy, then stiffening suddenly when she was 
overcome by orgasm once more.  Before she could move I got up on all fours, 
crawled forward over her, lowered my bottom to align my knob with her juicy 
vulva and pressed forward to slide my full length inside her willing vagina 
without hands. "Ooooh Christ!"  she blasphemed, initially trying to push me 
off, but then hugging me to her hot body. 

  "Is that what I taste like,"  she grinned as I rested with her for just a 
moment, kissing deeply again for her to taste her own vaginal fluids.

  We got to thrusting anew, in the missionary position except that her legs 
then encircled my waist, our coupled parts making the unseemly sounds which 
often accompany vigorous sexual activity. She let go of her senses to fully 
appreciate lusty, unrestrained shagging in a way that she hadn't previously 
allowed herself to and I was pleased to be able to follow suit.  She bucked 
and writhed and rolled her hips as she clawed desperately at my pumping bum, 
my hard belly pounding noisily on hers as she strove for release.  Suddenly 
she went rigid once again when I felt her vaginal muscles rhythmically grip 
tightly and relax repeatedly around my unctiously, sliding cock until I too 
came to climax. 

  We clung together until we'd cooled and relaxed and went to sleep, waking 
very late because we'd forgotten to set the alarm clock.  Norman noticed my 
rushed state when he arrived to pick me up and we spent an hour over a big,
hearty breakfast, which I needed, in the hotel dining-room.

  Late in the morning I heard him ask Laurel,  his office manager,  whether 
she'd mind looking after me at lunchtime as he had a previous date. She was 
an old friend and made comment indicating her suspicion as to  what kind of 
date or assignation it might be.  I rang the hotel to see if Deby wanted to 
lunch, but found she'd gone out with a 'Mrs Searle', so I accepted Laurie's 
offer of a salad at her place.

  She was an attractive woman of around forty,  deeply tanned,  dark curled 
hair and compact figure,  a still-pretty face and a happy,  jocular nature. 
Her home was fairly new with all mod cons, built with entertaining in mind, 
a pool and permanent barbeque accessable through french  windows and a rear 
kitchen door. She gave me a beer before setting about preparing lunch while 
I opened the door to look out and saw a naked couple furiously banging away 
on a large towel on the shady lawn. When Laurie saw my reddening complexion 
she laughed and explained that it  was her husband Ian and one of her close
girlfriends. "You're going to think we're all sex-maniacs, but it's a great 
way to keep in shape, and friends."

  "Norm said there was quite a lot of it about,"  I told her, feeling a bit 
foolish. "Suggested I try it, but my wife would never agree to it." 

  "There was a time,  believe it or not, when I was appalled at the idea of 
my making love with anyone other than Ian. Now it's second nature to cement 
new acquaintanceships with a lovely, introductory nooky.  Want to give it a 
try and see what a great ice-breaker it is?"

  "Oh.....erm.....ah.....," I stammered in embarrassment.  "I....erm....you 
know...hardly know you."

  "Okay," she said. "Maybe another time, eh?" 

  Suddenly I was disappointed at her easy acceptance of a hesitation to try 
casual sex, but realized it was not nearly such a big deal to her as it was 
to me.

  Ian and Nicola came in for lunch and ate in the nude; chatting with me as 
if the situation was entirely normal,  then dressed and drove off to return 
to work.

  "Well I'm having a swim," said Laurie and undressed completely to display 
her completely tanned body with a full bosom, pierced navel and almost bald 
pussy.  She displayed an untrimmed pubic triangle in silky,  furry regrowth 
after a full depilation and her inner lips protruded from her outer vulva a 
long way. As Deby's were completely hidden I found Laurie's a bit strange.

  I followed suit when she went outside and joined her in the pool.  It all 
felt so wonderful and liberating to swim nude and have a warm breeze caress 
one's bare skin that my cock was soon erect.  Laurie looked at my hard tool 
and then lifted her gaze to my eyes.

  "Can I feel?  It's a good size,"  she murmured and I nodded dumbly as she 
grasped it and gently stroked. "Seems a pity to waste it now."

  She slid into my  embrace and we kissed deeply before lying together on a 
towel,  she encouraging me to suck her ample bosom and finger her proffered 
pussy between invitingly spread thighs, as she continued to caress my hard,
tingling tool.  "Ooh, oh, yes, mmmmmm, oh ye...es!"  she sighed without any 
restraint as I went dowm  to lick and suck her clitty and to simultaneously 
tweak her hardened nipples between thumb and finger. To my great relief she 
pulled away from me,  pushed me over on to my back and engulfed my all-but-
bursting cock with her well-lubricated cunt.

  "That feels much nicer, doesn't it Robbie," she chuckled warmly. "Anyway, 
if it doesn't to you, be a good sport and just lie back and let me use your 
body for my pleasure." 

  "Yes," I agreed, "but I hope I don't develop chronic guilt from this."

  She laughed again as she began to raise and lower her broad  bottom while 
rolling her ample hips to slide my hard tool in and out of her eager, juicy 
vagina. "Mmmmmmm,"  she intoned, squeezing her soft, swaying boobs with her 
head thrown fully backward to savour the full pleasure of our coupling. She 
leaned forward to present her distended brown nipples to my eager mouth and 
tightened her vaginal muscles deliciously around  my thrilling penis as she 
slid her wet cunt upward along it.

  "Go on, you do it too," she chuckled huskily to me, "expand your prick as 
I slide up on it."

  I did as she asked and experienced the most voluptuous sensation while we 
moved in concert.

  "Come on then, get on top of me,"  she smiled.  "I'm feeling a bit on the
submissive side today and need to be given a good workout.  Besides, you're 
the guest and I should see to your needs."

  We turned over, still coupled, before I again thrust slowly in and out of 
her juicy snatch as she lazily rotated her wide hips beneath mine. She made 
warm sounds of pleasure as she easily undulated her sweaty  body in the act 
of loving to welcome me to her circle of intimate friends. I had no need to 
move at more than the languid pace that she'd set;  profoundly enjoying the 
novel experience of love as a means of communication between two people and 
sex as a recreational activity to be shared by friends.

  However, sex is a pastime that develops a certain urgency and, as the hot
cadence of our thrusting rapidly increased, her legs encircled my waist and 
her long nails raked my flanks as I gripped her ever more tightly. Our taut 
bellies slapped noisily and our coupled parts made the wet sounds of sex.

  "Oh Christ!  I'm going to come,"  I gasped in warning as the thrill in my 
loins grew rapidly.

  "Go on, it's okay," she gasped huskily.

  I stiffened and squirted deep inside her repeatedly  with great spasms of 
pleasure.  She came immediately following my initial gush and we lay locked 
together as convulsions of ecstacy jerked and  wracked our sweat glistening 
bodies. 

  "God!" I sighed as I cooled, my soft tool still within her.  "That was so
wonderful Laurie."

  "Go on with you," she laughed lightly, clearly blushing at my compliment,
"I bet you say that to all your girls."

  "No, truly," I stuttered. "I have never felt so free to enjoy sex before. 
It was just sex?"

  "Of course it was, silly. Just sex, not the beginning of a grand passion. 
We just do this for fun, among friends, and to keep a little variety in our 
sex-lives which tend to an inevitable sameness after twenty-something years 
of wedded bliss. You were obviously ready for a change."

  Back at work I felt much more relaxed with, not only Laurie,  but all the 
women who brought me files and papers for the project.  I'm sure she hadn't 
said anything to any of them,  but they all appeared a little more familiar 
with me and apparently pleased at what had transpired between us. Some sort 
of bush-telegraph in the office, I supposed.

  When I'd returned to the hotel suite it was empty  so I took a shower and 
had barely got wet when Deby got in with me. I don't know what had happened 
that day, but she was all over me like a rash and wanted to be screwed with 
me holding her up by the bottom and her legs wrapped around my hips. We did 
that and I felt her come like never before; it was volcanic. Unfortunately, 
I had got a bit carried away at my wife's new sensuality and had left quite 
noticeable bruising on her pale buttocks, but I said nothing and she didn't 
notice them then.

  "Have you been a good boy today?" she asked me playfully as we dressed up
for dinner at the Searles'.

  "It's a bit hard to be naughty at work," I answered evasively.

  "In that case you can do it with Ronnie if you want,"  she breathed to me
nervously.  "I'm not ready to do it,  I don't know that I ever will be, but 
if you're still keen, you can.  You have to be ready to do it with me again 
when we get home tonight. Okay?"

  "I'd feel strange doing it without you being involved."

  "Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth," she said impatiently. "That's the 
deal. If you want to be a swinger up here you can, I'll accept it without a
complaint, so long as you're able to service my needs."

  She pulled her blonde hair back  to show me that she'd had both ear-lobes 
pierced with small, gold trainer studs. This sight excited me no end as I'd 
wanted her to have them since school, but she thought them to be unsuitable 
for her kind. I helped her replace the studs with mid-sized hoops which she 
bought that day and I thought she looked great in them.

  Her dress was one I'd never seen  before and she told me she'd had it for 
a year,  bought by Carol for their club's last sports awards night, but she 
hadn't worn it out of modesty. It was a simple, black tube of stretch lycra 
with thin shoulder straps and a mid-thigh hemline, teamed with black, sling
-back sandals having five inch stilletto heels to make her stand as tall as
I. I couldn't tell her then, but her frock clearly outlined her nipples and 
cleft of her buttocks. She'd varnished her nails scarlet, wore bracelets on 
one wrist and a chunky, gold chain on the other which I suggested she could
transfer to her ankle. It looked so sexy and it gave me reason to hope that 
she might eventually relent and allow another man to hide his salami in her 
lovely cunt. I felt so proud of her in looking as seriously alluring as she 
did that night,  we'd come a long way since our Sunday school days,  hoping 
that her rigid morality was evaporating apace with her physical modesty.

  We took a cab to the Searles' house, a big split level concrete residence 
with steel storm-shutters and roof,  a huge swimming pool and barbeque area 
and extensive lawns and tropical garden. It was sumptuously furnished, they 
obviously knew how to enjoy their success,  with a huge kitchen which was a 
hostess' delight with every imaginable mod con. Norm had an aquarium house, 
with a fridge, where we had a beer while I outlined my thoughts on what I'd 
divined at the office during the day.

  "You know," Norm told me pensively, "we've got two children who are older 
than you and Deby."

  "Yes?"

  "I was just thinking. My once child bride has you in her sights for a bit 
of recreational sex in the near future."

  "It's funny that," I told him. "Tonight Deby told me I could, if I wanted 
to. Have they been discussing the matter d'you reckon?"

  "Apparently so."

  "The problem is,"  I explained, "Deby's not ready to try it yet, not ever 
in her estimation. It wouldn't be a reciprocal arrangement I'm afraid." 

  "You'll have to learn that it's just not how things work  Ronnie's choice 
of partners is entirely up to her, not keeping numbers of nookies even with 
either me or the bloke's wife. It's capricious."

  "Oh, just go with the flow," he chuckled. "I'll keep Deby amused 'til you
have seen to matters."

  I hadn't had any  expectation of having it off with  Ronnie quite so soon, 
although the events of that noontime and Deby's change of heart should have 
alerted me, so I felt pretty excited as I went inside to find the womenfolk 
chatting about kitchen utensils like lifelong friends."

   Ronnie was wearing a black, silky outfit of a bra top smock, buttoned up
between and below her boobs and open to display the diamond pendant hanging 
from a stud through  the upper edge of her navel.  The nether portion was a 
matching miniskirt revealing half of her solid thighs with stilletto heeled, 
black sandals having Romanesque criss-cross lacing to above mid-calf and my 
dick twitched violently at the sight of her barely hidden charms.   

  Dinner was a delight. Ronnie's ability as a cook was remarkable and I ate 
up despite the actually  painful tingling ache of anticipation in my loins, 
enjoying all courses. Ronnie was pleased too.

  "I like a man who eats well after a good day's work,"  she chuckled and I 
thought I discerned a quick, conspiratorial look pass between she and Deby.

  We sat around talking  after dinner before Ronnie and I gravitated to the 
kitcken to load the dishwasher. Eventually we heard Norman call that he was 
taking Deby to see the fish and the door close behind them.

  "He'll warn me before they head back," she said huskily. "Lots of time."

  We came together in a standing embrace and kissed deeply,  Ronnie parting 
her thighs to mine and momentarily embarrassing me as my erect cock pressed 
into her taut tummy.

  "That's a good sign," she chuckled throatily and rubbed it with one hand. 
"I've heard you'd had it off with two other women today, but it comes up so 
nicely."

  There was,  I realized then,  no reason to be self-conscious with her and 
wasn't ever again. She just wanted sex and sensuality and there was no room 
at all for reserve or modesty.

  I unfastened her top and covered one tit with my hand. I admit that I was 
a little put out at its softness and that it drooped more than I'd imagined 
from her smoothness elsewhere, but both nipples were fully swollen hard and 
extremely sensitive. Her vocal reaction to my nibbling, then more ferocious 
biting, at her urging, made me overlook floppy tits and think solely of the 
job at hand.   

  She'd unzippered my flies and pulled percy from my pants, gently stroking 
my erect cock until I could bear it no longer. 

  "That's the nicest pussy-pummeller I've seen for a long time," she smiled 
at me. "It's so pink."

  Seeing my desperation  she pulled the velcro fastening on her skirt apart 
to discard it with her top then perch her bottom on the edge of the kitchen 
bench, spreading her thighs wide to display her quim.  The brown pubic hair 
had been  trimmed to a teardrop shape around her vulva and,  if I'd thought 
Laurel's inner labia were prominent, she had nothing on Ronnie whose thick, 
frilled lips stuck out more than two inches beyond her plump,  outer labia. 
She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it as I unzipped my trousers and boxers 
and let them  slide to my shins before shuffling into the sensual valley of 
her limbs. 

  Her cunt was truly wet and slippery as she pulled my knob into the frilly 
entrance where, with a quick tightening of her legs around my hips, drew my 
cock fully inside her juicy vagina. 

  "Fits just nicely,"  she breathed tremulously, playfully grasping my taut 
bottom before leaning back on her elbows to check I was fully within her.

  I leaned forward on my  elbows to  kiss her aggressive mouth and suck and 
bite her nipples as we  tenderly slid my penis in her welling vagina with a 
slow, strenuous undulation of our hot, trembling hips.  While our thrusting 
became more rapid I lifted her ankles to my  shoulders and gripped her hard 
thighs while my belly slapped loudly and wetly on her pumping buttocks, her 
soft breasts jerking and quivering with each of our lusty movements. I only 
grunted and gasped in male fashion,  but Ronnie was considerably more vocal 
about her pleasure.

  "Oh, oooh, yes, ye-es! Ooooh Jesus! Hard, yes, lovely, harder!" she cried 
until she came with a really high, soprano cry of pure bliss.

  Her suddenly tight vaginal muscles were enough to bring me on and I drove 
in to the hilt with a groan and squirted only a little shot of semen due to 
earlier encounters having  depleted me.  Our bodies trembled and jerked and 
quivered in repeated spasms of profound pleasure as we were locked together 
like a single sweaty entity until our senses slowly returned as our passion 
cooled.

  "Ooooh Christ!" I said exhaling violently and holding her silky body hard 
against mine, "That was absolutely wonderful Ronnie. I've never experienced 
anything as exciting as that before."  

  "You say that to all the girls," she chuckled huskily, squeezing my tight
bum playfully.

  "There aren't others to say it to," I told her. "Wish there were."

  "How about Laurie?"

  "Oh," I gulped,  "yeah. I'd actually forgotten in the heat of our moment. 
Anyway, how did you know? I hadn't mentioned it to Norm, or anyone else for 
that matter."

  "Laurie did. We do talk about who we screw you know.  All your lunchtimes 
should be booked by a new girl for each day you're here; just from the 
office."

  "Things did seem more relaxed after lunch today."

  "They wouldn't have been if you and she hadn't got it together today. Now 
all they have to do is line up,  in order of seniority,  to enjoy a spot of 
social shaggery."

  "Even with Emma?"

  "Especially with Emma."

  She began to dress and I followed suit before  we sat in the lounge again 
to await our spouses.  The remainder of the evening was spent in a somewhat 
desultory conversation until it was time for us to leave. Deby seemed a bit
embarrassed which was because,  I guessed, of her suspicions about what had 
transpired between Ronnie and I during her absence, although she didn't ask 
me about it.

  I found it hard to believe that I'd made love with three  different women 
during that day as well as still owing Deby one as the price for her giving 
me permission to play, but I still looked forward to fucking her that night. 
By then I'd developed dull ache in my scrotum and a feeling that my initial 
attack of lover's-nuts would be somewhat worse by morning.

  Back in our hotel suite, Deby remained nude after her shower and I joined 
her on the bed in a similar state. She took both the initiative and my cock 
which she sucked to semi-tumescence until I got down between her invitingly 
spread thighs to suck and nibble and tongue her scented cunt. When she came 
she was quiet,  despite its intensity, jerking and convulsing strongly with 
profound pleasure. I crawled forward and over her, inserting my cock in her 
gently clenching vagina without using my hands and thinking  how good at it 
I was become, before thrusting languidly into her very juicy cunt.  For the 
first time she fully responded to my belly-slapping, hip-pounding movements, 
rolling and lifting her hips with little sounds that could only denote real 
pleasure.

  Our love-making went on and on until we both came  gently and fell asleep 
almost immediately, moving on to our side with her legs around my waist and 
my cock still within her oozing sheath.