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A Special story, Just for Lena PART II - Friday After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to be in touch with each other's need's. We found, to our mutual suprise, that we'd both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to- gether. Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other. That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu? The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to my job, praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early. We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. We're off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away from the world. "I thought you said we'd be camping." "We will, tomorrow night." I reply, "The perfect spot, about 2 miles from here. An easy walk -- if it's daylight." "Well, who's place is this anyway?" She asks, wondering. "One half of it is mine." I smile. "Yours?" She looks at me again, "Does anyone live here?" "No, my brother and I share it. He's the ski bum, using it in the winter, and I use it in the summer, when I can ride up here." Once inside, the roomy open living room and lofty ceiling feel open, yet safe and secure. I watch as she explores the the cabin, finally coming back into the living room. I pull her to me as she is about to walk past. "Kiss me." I whisper, looking into her dark grey eyes. We kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other as we do. I feel her lips part, and my tounge caresses them gently as it passes, searching for her tounge. I feel her breasts, warm and soft, pressing against my chest. Her arms surround my head, bringing me to her, her hips move towards mine. We begin to melt into each other, feeling the world outside dissolve away. My hands move down her back, pulling her tightly to me. Her tounge tries to avoid mine, playfully trying to play hide 'n seek. It only heightens our passions, and we begin to caress each other all over. My hand finds her breast, sliding just the thumb and forefinger under it I lift and let it slide slowly and delicately back, squeezing it to a stop just before her nipple slides past. Her hand reaches down, finds my erection, bulging hard against my pants. She rubs me up and down, squeezes my shaft hard between all four fingers and the palm of her hand. I moan, pushing my hips forward. "Would you like me to build us a fire?" I ask as our kiss stops, our eyes inches apart. "Yes, that would be lovely." She replies. We settle in, with me starting a fire, and spreading blankets and some pillows by the large fireplace. She returns from outside, bringing our belongings from the bike into the house. We cuddle on the blanket, facing the fire, kissing and caressing each other, looking into each other's eyes. Her grey eyes reflect the fire, making it look as though the fire is IN her eyes, in her soul. My hand strays, down her shoulder, stroking her arm, fingertips lightly touching her forearms and hands. She's letting me touch her, feeling it, not trying to return it, but letting me please her. My head tilts as I kiss her neck. Softly, quietly, my lips touch her soft and sensitive skin, touching lightly and closing gently. My hand rises and I run my fingertips down her blouse, down the valley between her breasts, brushing only lightly against her full breasts. My kisses continue slowly downward, spiraling around her neck, taking their time. My hand is stroking the valley between her breasts, and now, circling under them, again only lightly brushing her breasts. Her nipples are rising against the fabric, yearning to be touched. My lips reach her neckline, kissing down further, my tounge licking gently against the small hollow where her neck meets her chest. Using the arm behind her neck, I turn her face towards mine, and kiss her lightly on the lips. My hand roams lower, lightly running down her stomach, circling around and then going lower again. I kiss her cheek, softly exhaling my warm breath against her skin. My hand has found her thigh, and I squeeze it gently. I tip my head back to her neckline, and while my hand roves and explores the inside of her thighs I begin to un- button her blouse with my lips, kissing each newly exposed area as I kissed her neck. The fire is building along with our passions, flickering over her skin, casting dancing shadows around us. The fire warms us, making us feel our passions buring, heating us up. My fingers rake against her pants, feeling her skin underneath, warm and soft. I'm down to a button that's partially hidden beneath her pants, leaving her blouse open down the front. I move my hand and unbutton her pants while running my tounge from her navel to her neck, leaving a light dampness on her to catch the flickering firelight. My lips return and unfasten the last button, before my teeth grip and pull the zipper to her pants. Slowwwly I pull the zipper down, teasing, and taunting. I sit up, gazing at her, her eyes closed, as my hands slide under her blouse, caressing her sides and stomach, sliding upwards towards her breasts. Her nipples are hard and stiff, showing through blouse and bra. My hands slowly arrive under her breasts, palms on her sides, I push them up and together, making them standd upright. Leaning over, my lips pull the blouse away, and I place my open mouth barely above her nipples, breathing soft warm air against them, one at a time. Her breathing is deeper, her back arching up slightly as her nipples try to find my mouth. I slide my hands behind her back, pulling her upright, her lips to mine and we kiss. Her tounge finds mine and dances wildly about. Her lips suck my tounge into her mouth, her arms under mine, hands against my shoulders, I'm being drawn deeper into her. Her blouse and bra fall away, leaving her breasts to move freely, free to be touched and caressed. I lay her down, gently against the pillows, and move my lips quickly down her neck, down to her chest. Again I tease, breathing against her nipples, running my tounge around and under her beautifully full breasts. Her hands find my head, guiding me to her nipples. I take her nipple completely into my mouth, squeezing gently with my lips, letting it sloowwly slide out, holding on to it then letting go. I take the other nipple, running my tounge around her areola inside my mouth. I pull gently, pulling her nipple up and back from her breast, flicking the little bud with my tounge. The heat of the fire warms the room, and us. I move and slide her pants from her hips, taking her panties with them, making her naked in the warm fluttering firelight. I place a warm, breathy kiss on her shaved mons, grasping the tender, sensitive flesh between my lips, touching her nowhere else, I flick my tounge lightly over her hooded clit, making her gasp lightly. I stand, looking down at her, naked in firelight, as I unfasten the buttons on my sleeves. She looks at me, her hips moving, her breasts swaying as she breathes deeply. Fire dances in her eyes, yet her face is in shadow, looking away from the fire, at me. Could it be a reflection? Or is it that I have ignited her fire? She sits up, facing me, and begins by removing my socks, rolling them down my legs, then sliding her hands up my calves, caressing and touching them lightly. She sits up, her hands unfastening my belt and pants, her touch light, delicate, but urgent. She slides my pants to the floor, and kisses the insides of my thighs, as I step out of them. Her hands run up the legs of my boxer shorts, her nails lightly raking my skin. Her hands run around behind me, her finger tips touching the bottom of my cheeks. She leans forward, and kisses my hard cock through the fabric, blowing her hot breath against my balls. My cock flexes, looking for the exit from the confining material. Her hands slide down my thighs, and at the last second, she pulls the shorts down, holding on to the legs. My cock springs free, still surrounded by the long tail of my shirt. The shorts discarded, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, from the top down. She's kneeling, reaching up, her breasts touching me through the fabric of the shirt-tail. My cock is straining to touch her breasts. She works her way down slowly, teasing me, smiling up into my eyes. Is that really only a reflection? My shirt falls away, my cock nestled in her breasts, as she rubs them against me, pushing them against my balls. Her tounge flicks out, tasting the pearl drop at the end of my rigid cock. She bends her head, lifting my cock with one hand, she runs her tounge around one of my balls, flicking the soft skin surrounding it. She sucks one into her mouth, tracing random patterns on it with her tounge. Then the other. She kisses the inside of each thigh before she engulfs me with her mouth. I moan, tossing my head back. She holds me in her mouth, feeling the flexing and throbbing of my shaft. Licking around the head, and flicking the underside ridge hard, she begins to coax my balls with her fingertips. They're both hanging very low, away from my cock, and she cups them in her hand, weighing them, feeling the soft skin. She pauses to run her tounge over them, forcing me to moan again, as my cock stretches and reaches for her. I look down, and she sits back, legs open and inviting, supporting herself on one hand. Her other hand reaches between her thighs, moving briefly, then she brings it to her right nipple, rubbing her slick juices around the areola, making them shine in the firelight. She looks up at me, fire still dancing in her eyes, and brushes her hand across her chest, licking her lips as she cups one tit up to me, inviting me to come on her. I can't stand it, and I kneel on the floor, pushing her back and laying her flat. I move between her legs, sliding my arms under her thighs, bring- ing my lips close to her pussy. "I want to taste you. I you to come in my mouth." I breathe hotly on her. My tounge touches her, sliding down from her mons, over her clit, and down to the lips of her pussy, licking the thick nectar from her, I continue down, down to her entry. I push my tounge in as far as it will go, moving it back and forth, up and down, teasing her pussy. Her hips move, lifting her up to meet my tounge. My tounge flicks lower still, teasing her just below her opening, the soft flesh damp with her fragrance. Her hips arch now, try- ing to thrust against me, her moans soft and purring. I run my hands lightly over her sides, my fingers sliding together at the middle of her stomach. Together my hands run up, fingertips lightly touching her, straight up from her stomach, between her breasts, flaring apart and circling her breasts. Circles within circles, each smaller that the one before, my fingertip caress, moving closer to her nipples. My tounge slides inside her pussy as my fingers find and squeeze her nipples, twisting and pulling on the hard little buds. She melts into my mouth, flowing like a river, wetting my tounge and face, her breathing is heavy, her hands pressing mine tightly against her breasts. I can see her mouth is open, forming soft O's as my tounge caresses her labia. Pulling each one of her pussy lips into my mouth, I flick my tounge over and around the soft warm skin, pulling and sucking it, making it taut against her pussy. I Run my tounge against the sides of her thighs down to her pussy, pressing hard against her flesh. The heat of our bodies, the fire, our desires covers us with a fine layer of perspiration, just a light dampness that forms sparkles on her skin, reflecting the dancing firelight. My tounge runs down her bare mons, flicking rapidly over her sensitive and soft skin, leaving a wet trail towards its destination. I use my tounge to part the folds of her flesh, exposing her clit, peeking boldly from under its hood. I circle it slowly, enjoying her reaction, her hips moving and swaying gently against my tounge. Faster I circle, running my tounge down her slit every few seconds, lapping up a thick rich creame from her opening, bringing my tounge back up to circle her clit again. I watch this beautiful creature respond, her skin soft and golden in the firelight, her breasts swaying gently with her breathing, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, her breathing loud but soft too. I watch, waiting for the right moment, knowing that she will think me cruel, but thank me for it later. I want that moment to arrive quickly, or my burning passion will drive me out of control too, unable to prolong our estacy. The right moment arrives, I feel her body tensing, getting ready. I pull all contact away from her pussy, kissing her soft thighs instead. I can hear her breathing, see her hands cupping her breasts, her hips moving, looking for me, looking for contact. I run my hands under her ass, cupping and squeezing her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them. Her rush interrupted, she makes a pleading moan, begging for me to continue. Ignoring her pleas, my lips move to her mons, kissing her gently, high up away from her clit, teasing the soft flesh -- so close! So far away! Her hips move up, trying to offer the right spot. My tounge circles her navel drawing a wet circle before returning to her mons. Her moans are becomming insistent, short, and angry. My hands slide down, under her thighs, lifting them up, up and back, her knees back towards her chest. She is fully open to me now, and I can feel the buring heat from her pussy. I glide my tounge down the backs of her thighs, still teasing and prolonging her pleasant agony. Her musky aroma calls to me, driving me close to the edge. My tounge follows the inside of her thigh, coming close, promising to touch her clit, passing by the edge at the last second. She moans her disappointment, changing as my tounge finds her wet opening, flicking quickly around and diving inside. I feel her pussy grasp for my tounge, sending small waves of succulent creame in my mouth. Her wetness is all around me, on my face, my chin, her thighs, her mons, all slick from my tounge and her cream. Everywhere it seems, and I want to lick and taste it all. The urge to impale us both on my cock is so great, but I want her this way first even more. I put my mouth to her very wet opening and suck, wanting to suck the juices from her, to drink of her. Her small cries of pleasure excite me even more, telling me what I wanted. The time is right, and I move up with my tounge, flicking it back and forth, stopping just below her clit. Her hips move and buck, trying to get her clit under my tounge. I pull my head back, watching her hips move and pleade for release, lowering her legs back by my sides. "Come for me baby." I whisper. "Come." I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tounge, feeling her pulse throbbing from within her sensitive button. I slide two fingers inside her dreched pussy, trying to hold them open against her ever increasing contractions. She moans softly, closing her legs around me, her pussy grabs and squeezes my fingers. My mouth is still, feeling the throbbing of her clit as she comes. I feel her juice run down my fingers, into my hand. I lay still, waiting for her first wave to pass, then my tounge caresses her soft flesh around her clit, starting another wave of intense pleasure. She cries out, shocked by the intensity. I sit up, licking her tasty cream from my fingers, sliding next to her in the firelight. I pull her close to me, feeling her warmth, her skin damp with our exertions. We kiss gently, lovingly my face still wet with her. My cock throbs against her stomach and mons, my balls resting against her sensitive clit. Now it is her turn to suprise me, as her tounge licks her cream from my face, my chin, tasting herself. Her hands pull me to her, urgent and wanting. I can feel my cock pressing against her, and she rolls me over onto my back. Again I see fire in her eyes, dancing wildly. If only I could really be sure it Was a reflection... She slides down me, sensuously, my cock sliding up between her breasts. She presses her breasts against my cock, and works me up and down, licking at the head as it comes up. She raises herself and leans up, kissing my nipple and circling the small areola with her tounge. She takes it into her mouth, pulling and suckling on it, making my cock flex and throb against her. She chuckles wickedly around my nipple, her hands roaming my body. She moves down, laying between my legs, and starts kissing my thighs, her hands sliding under my hips, cupping my ass, squeezing gently. Her tounge finds the sensitive line between my balls, following it up and down, making me moan loudly. She lifts my balls, tounging the underside of their sacks, and the soft flesh above my nether hole. I feel soft warm breaths blowing against the damp skin, her tounge flicking up and down. My legs quiver, my back arches, and I moan again. She is driving me slowly insane, bringing my lusts and desires all to the surface, threatening to boil me over. Her tounge returns to my balls, playfully teasing them, ignoring my rigid cock that demands her touch, her tounge. She sucks each ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tounge, sending me into a dreamworld of pleasure, not sensing anything but her mouth upon me. All at once, her mouth in around my cock, sucking me down. I moan, and raise my hips, trying to bury myself within her. Her hand cups and fondles my balls, while her tounge slides down my shaft, flicking and teasing me, making me rigid with pleasure. She takes the head into her mouth, tounging it with large circles. Her hand grasps my shaft, squeezing it tightly, her fingertips pressing it against her palm. I flex, and she feels the head swell, trying to fill her mouth. Her head descends, swallowing me deep into her mouth, the head pressing against the entry to her throat. As she pulls back, my cock glistens in the yellow firelight. Down again, this time my cock passes into her throat, and I feel her lips pulling me into her. "Ohhhhhh GOD!" I moan. She repeats this several times, until my cock is covered with a shiny wetness from her mouth. Her hands run over my chest and stomach, teasing the sparse, coarse hairs, making my nipples hard and erect. "I want to fuck you NOW!" The words come out as I sit up grabbing her arms and pulling her up to me. Then softer, "All night; I want you all night!" "Yes." She sighs back, "Fuck me all night long, love me all night." We embrace and kiss as I roll over on top of her, her legs parting and wrapping around me. I arch my back, sliding my cock into her, warm and slick from our teasings. I feel every warm inch of her as my cock slides deep into her depths, and I lay still as we kiss, locked together, joined. We begin to rock each other, the movements of our bodies in rhythm. I lift my head to stare into her eyes, seeing the fire again. Her smile is that of infinte pleasure, matching mine. She stares back into my eyes, seeing the passion burning within. Our movements are gaining in speed and intensity, thrusting harder each time. I feel the pressure welling up within, knowing that I will not be able to contain it. "Yesss." She hisses, "I can feel it in you, let it come. Come in me." I moan at her words, the building pressure demands release. I am at the edge now, my control is dying quietly, not protesting. She squeezes her pussy tight around me, smiling up as she does. She is a wicked one, and she knows it. Her hands cup her breasts, offering them to my lips, and I lean down, sucking the right one long and hard. I feel her contract again, her eyes closed, a soft moan coming from her lips. I lean forward, sliding my hands under her ass, cupping her in my hands, lifting her to me, slamming us together. Her legs rise and lock around my back, her breathing as heavy and ragged as mine. We're both on the edge now, both of us embroiled in our carnal lusts. My control gone, I hiss lustily into her ear. "I'm going to fill you, fill you up with come. Fuck you, come deep inside you, filling you until it drips from your cunt." "Yessss, ohhhh, yesss" She hisses back. "I'm going to shoot gobs of hot come inside you, filling you, making you hot and wet with my come, spurting and spurting, coming and coming in you!" My thrusts are long and hard, trying to shove myself ever deeper into her, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her to me, I can feel her tightening and squeezing me. A bubbling pressure is rising up, and we can both feel it in each other. Her short reply sends us both over. "Fill me with come!" My hips surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her, a hot stream of come bursting free, splashing inside her. Locked together, joined, we both shudder as we feel the sperm flowing inside. My hips pull back and drive forward again, firing more hot creamy come deep into her pussy. Both of us are moaning, feeling the throbbing of each other, the heat, the release of our lusts, the flow of come. Her hands pull my head to hers and we kiss, completing the joining, arms, legs, loins and tounges, we are coming together in an intense buring fire. My cock swells again, and we moan, feeling our hot juices flowing together, flowing around my throbbing cock and her hot pussy. Again more sperm gushes into her. And again. And again. Oh God, I can't stop, it feels like my soul in draining into her, through my cock, spurting and splashing deep inside her pussy. Her tounge is mating with mine, and it feels like our mouths are coming too. I feel like I'm trying to suck her into me, and she is trying to suck me into her. Another surge pulses deep into her cunt, and I feel spent, drained. Her legs squeeze me tight, pulling me into her sopping pussy. A short spurt again, and I finally am fully spent. We lay there, still joined, holding each other tightly, lips and tounges still dancing, a joyful warmth between our legs. My hands are squeezing her ass, pulling her tight against my cock. Her legs are still holding me tight against her pussy, sopping and filled. We kiss for long minutes, enjoying the warmth, the glow from our passions, the flicker of the fireplace. Neither of us know when, or how, but we found our passions renewed, burn- ing again. Still locked together, we moved and our hips began to slowly pick up the rhythm again. We looked into each other's eyes, both amazed at the desires we saw. Both of us seeing fires burning. As we moved, I could feel a wetness dripping down onto my balls, making her ass slick and wet. I pulled her up from the floor and leaned back, still inside her, and then I laid back, her on top of me. I could feel our mixed come dripping from her, making me wet. Her face showed lust and passion as my cock drove home deep inside. I had her turn around, facing my feet, staying deep and hard within her. Our hips moved, and the strange angle excited us both. After a moment, I pulled her hips to mine, and slid up behind her on my knees, feeling her pressing back against me. Kneeling behind her, and moving again in a primal motion, I reached down placing my hands between her legs, letting the slick wetness drip into my hand. I began by rubbing it against her bare mons, spreading the creamy stuff over her stomach. Each time I reached down to her dripping pussy, I rubbed her clit, and felt her hips move roughly against mine. I cupped a breast in my soaking hand, rubbing our come over the nipple, spreading it down the valley between her breasts. The more I did this the harder and more rigid my cock felt. "I want to cover you, make you wet all over tonight." I breathed in her ear. Her moaning sent me to a new height of carnility and lusting for her. For her pleasure, for OUR pleasure! I pulled out of her pussy, holding my hands against her, feeling what must have been gallons of our come flow into my hands. I spread this over her mons, her stomach, her breasts and her ass, making her glisten in the firelight. "Yesss," She moaned, "make me wet, ohhhh, I'm so wet!" She turned suddenly, her eyes dancing with fire. This time I was sure the fire was there, in her eyes, her face half in shadow. Her hand reached deep between her legs, returning wet and shiny in the dim light. She raised her fingers to her lips, her tounge tasting, licking sensously at her fingers. Her eyes shone, as she held her hand to me, and I repeated her tasting with my tounge, tasting my come mixed with hers. Her hand touched my chest, and spread the wetness against my nipples, down my stomach. "Ohhh, yes!" I breathed. "Both of us wet and slick, all night long." Her hand reached her vulva again, and this time she ran her hand from her lips, down her neck and over her breasts. My hand touched her pussy, sending electric pulses through her. We kissed as my hand rubbed her, spreading the slick wetness again over her mons and her ass. We moved together again, kneeling, me behind her, grabbing her ass and sliding deep into her sopping wetness. I began to fuck her hard, not being the delicate lover from before, but letting my carnal being take control. She slammed back against me, the flesh of her ass rippling with each stroke, her breasts swaying and bouncing under her. I saw us reflected in the large glass windows, and my lust crazed mind took over, painting a fantasy for us both. "Look at the window." I said, "Look at them as if they're two other people watching us. Look at him, grabbing her ass and fucking her hard and deep." "Yesss. Hard and deep." She chanted back. "See how she's fucking him back? Bucking her hips, her tits moving. Now watch, watch what he does." I reached down, making my hand wet again, and rubbed it over her tits. "See, her tits are wet with come. His and hers, hot come rubbed against her tits." "Ohh, yes, feels sooo good." She said, "I can feel it." "Can you feel me inside you? Fucking you hard? " "Yesss. I love it. Fuck me!" She hissed. "FUCK you? Fuck your hot dripping pussy!!?" I asked loudly. "Ohh, yes, hard." her voice almost a whisper. I rammed hard against her ass, making her flesh ripple, her breasts bounce and making her gasp. I leaned forward and cupped her hanging tits, feeling them move as we pounded each other. My hips charged again and again, my cock slipping wetly inside her hot pussy. She lowered her shoulders to the floor, raising her ass to my thrusts. I grabbed her and roughly slammed into her. I wanted to be deeper inside her, to fill her with come all over again. I could feel the pressure mounting, building for another release. I moved my legs outside of hers, and after placing a pillow under her, pushed her hips to the floor. I fucked in a blind, furious frenzy now, my balls slapping against her clit. Her soft ass and pussy seemed to envelope me with each stroke, protesting and grabbing for me as I pulled back. Her hips moved up to meet mine on every stroke, and we fucked for what seemed like hours, the aroma of our bodies filling the air, making it lusty and warm. I felt a twinge. From her or me I couldn't tell. It didn't matter now, we were one, feeling what the other felt, merged, joined, carnal. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her down onto me hard, feeling her cervix against the head of my cock. "Come baby. Come." I moaned. "Drench me in your sweet juice." Her pussy contracted, and I felt the surging rise of a volcano. Again I felt her pussy, her legs coming together, and I plunged deep into her. Her legs locked together, my balls against her vulva, feeling her tighten and release, trying to milk my cock. The volcano erupted deep and hot within her depths, washing her with cream. Her pussy kept milking and squeezing me, and I felt gush after hot gush of come flooding into her cunt. Her ass, soft and warm was hard and firm as she clenched and gripped me. Again and again my come gushed into her, and we both moaned. Sweating and exhausted, we laid on our sides, my cock going soft within her, my arms wrapped protectively around her, pulling her to me. I licked her neck, teasing the fine hairs, feeling warm, happy, and content. I looked up at the fire, seeing it had turned mostly to hot embers, with just a few flames dancing about. I recalled her eyes, wondering again if the fire was only a reflection. I felt her squeeze my softening cock with her pussy and hugged her. Her hand reached back, caressing my hip and thigh, and she murmured quiet, breathy, and sexy. "Thannnk you." I purred against her neck, kissing her softly. We touched and stroked each other gently, realizing that this was the way we both wanted it to be. Wrapped in a warm, lazy, fuzzy haze of smiling contentment, we both hugged each other, and drifted off into a deep contented sleep. Good nite -- Pleasant dreams -- P.B. (Next time - camping).