Gina led me into the cabin, pausing long enough to grab our clothes as we went.  Once inside, she closed the door and took me in a passionate kiss.

“I want you to lick me, like you did before,” she informed breathlessly and smiling, looking up into my stunned face.

“OK, sweetie,” was all I could say.

She led me to the couch, removed her thong and sat down. I kneeled in front of her, then repositioned her closer to me. She put her feet on the coffee table, lay back against the couch and looked at me with anticipation.  I did not make her wait.  Her hands found my hair the moment my lips touched her soft, smooth labia. I kissed gently, flicking my tongue along her sweet wet divide. I let my beard and moustache tantalize her by stroking it ever so slightly on her thighs and pelvis.

She wriggled from the sensation, a mix of tickle and pleasure, then guided my mouth back to her desire laid. I inserted a finger, just one knuckle deep, making small circles on the soft spongy nerve center there. I sucked on her lips, separating them with my tongue and bringing her clit to the front of the show. With the slightest of touches, I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her response was immediate as her hands worked my hair and she began to softly moan.  I remain on this course for a few minutes, alternating sucking, gentle and hard licks against her increasingly responsive bean. Without warning, she grabbed two handfuls of hair as she began grinding against my tongue, and her moans mixed with jagged breathing. 

Gina let go of my hair and tried to catch her breath. I watched her muscles as they spasmed, eking out her juices. As her spasms slowed, a slow drip of creamy orgasmic juice began to travel south. Hungrily, I lapped it up, sending electric shocks through her body.  I grabbed both her thighs and buried my head between them, driving my tongue deep inside to enjoy her sweet nectar.

“Too much! Too much,” she exclaimed as she arched her back, fighting the sensitivity.

I released her, allowing her to settle into the couch. She looked at me and smiled, then stood on jelly legs and bent over the arm of the couch.

“I want to try this way,” she purred.

I stood positioned myself behind her, sliding my cock up and down the slick heat that awaited me.  My first attempt to slide in was met with resistance. I instructed her to change her position, taking the arch out of her back. The second attempt was greeted with a warm, wet, velvet glove that threatened never to loosen its grip. Gina cooed in delight as I worked myself in as deep as I dared.

I made short strokes in and out, as Gina clamped upon me with impossible tightness.  The sensation was overwhelming.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” I said, “that’s a lot of stimulation.”

Gina chuckled and smiled a devilish angel smile. She then eased me out of her and led me to the bedroom.

“There’s more I want to try,” she said, guiding me onto the bed.  She pulled out a condom and placed it on me. I watched as she climbed on top, putting her back to me and straddling me like a bicycle.

“Reverse cowgirl?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered, trying to position my soldier where she wanted him.

After a few seconds, she looked at me. “This is harder than it looks.”

“Lean to me,” I instructed. Once she was leaned back, she was able to guide my member with ease. I gently put pressure on her back, coaxing her to lean forward.

“I…uh. That’s really up there. I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she admitted honestly.

“Too much?”

“Yes,” she answered as she climbed off.  She then reached for something in her purse and unwrapped it: a small vibrator, attached to a ring, something that came with the condoms she purchased.  She slipped the ring on my cock and turned it on.  The sudden vibration made my member jump, and she giggled. 

Once again, she climbed on top, situating me directly against the soft, wet folds of her pink flower.   Slowly, she began moving back and forth, stroking her petals the full length of my shaft.  After several strokes, everything was warm and wet with her juices.  She moved higher, allowing the head of my rigid iron to greet the opening to her depths.  Slowly, deliberately, she eased herself onto me, occasionally retracting and sliding down again. After several moments, Gina reached the vibrating egg with her clit, causing her to jump instinctively, clenching tightly as she did.  

I chuckled, “Still sensitive?”

“Yes,” she nodded, working her way down again, ready for the sudden stimulation.

She exhaled deeply, rocking forward and back, sliding me in and out, rubbing her clit against the vibrating egg that now sat pinned between us.  I grabbed her ass, guiding, lifting, up, down, rocking her hips as she continued to grind against me. We continued this slow, methodical motion for some time, pausing as little waves of pleasure swept through her, her breath coming in hitches, her muscles tightening around me.

Then we would continue, slow and calculated movements, not too deep, keeping the stimulation level high. Until she buried her face in my neck, rocking and bouncing without rhythm. Her fingers, clutching the bed sheets. Her arms tightened around mine. Her legs squeezed me. As her most powerful orgasm yet took over her body. Threatening to make her lose all control.

Gina lay motionless on top of me. I started to move, and the white-hot electric flame that coursed through her body jolted her into spasms and escaped her lips: “thzzthzzthz”.

“Wait, wait,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed, head back as she waited for the sensation to subside.

I waited.

When she finally began to move again, she did it cautiously. As if the wrong movement would open floodgates she was not prepared for and send her spiraling down a cascade of pleasure and emotion.

“I want you to come,” she managed with determined grit.

“Come with me.”

She looked at me apprehensively, as though I asked the impossible. Not because she couldn’t, but because of where it would take her. 

She nodded and began rocking again, this time off tempo and not as slow as if she was having a hard time controlling her movements.  I assisted, raising to meet her downstroke. She grunted.

“You O.K.?” I asked.

“Mmhmm, not so deep,” she said with a nod. 

I obliged, my motion becoming shorter and faster. Soon I was close to my own eruption. I looked at her. She was studying me. Keeping her focus, trying wait for me to join her.

“Are you ready?” I asked. She nodded. “Me too.” And with that, we both met our crescendo. A strong climax, both of our bodies spasming out of our control. Every movement was like a whip across our nerves as the sensations refused to exit.

At long last, I was able to withdraw from her without sending us both into hypersensitive spasms, and turn off the vibration.  Gina collapsed beside me, and I held her close.

“Was it everything you wanted?” I asked curiously.

“There was more I wanted to try, but not today. I don’t think I can handle any more. That was amazing,” was her response. Her breathing still had not returned to normal.

I held her until she dozed off before getting up to clean up. Then I returned and held her and watched her as she slept.

When she awoke a short time later, we remade the bed and packed up to leave.

“Thank you for letting me experiment,” she said with a blush.

I smiled. “Anytime.”