The year was 1850, and somewhere in the vast expanse of Colorado
there was a small homestead. Working under the hot, dry
sun, stopped mending the wire fence and looked up as she
heard the sound of an approaching . She wiped her brow
and watched the rider, a large, scruffy-looking man, and
paused for a moment to consider if she should pick up her
rifle. She decided against it though, confident in her
abilities, and instead called out a greeting. The rider
stopped at the unexpected sound, looking around until
his eyes finally focused on the figure in the distance.
His moved closer, and Tammy could see that there was
something definitely wrong with the rider as he seemed
to sway in his saddle as the moved. Although one arm
drifted back toward his gun, it was apparent he was no shape
to fight. Once again, the stopped moving, and this
time the man rocked forward and fell to the ground. Rushing
to his side Tammy checked on the man, and found that although
unconscious, he was still alive, but just barely.

Days later the man awoke, eyes slow to focus on the clapboard
ceiling, yet mind racing with all the possibilities. Instinctively,
he reached to his side for his weapon but found it had been
removed, and in a dazed panic, he sat up to survey the situation.
He was in a bedroom plain by any standards except for the
walnut-carved four-poster bed. Beside him on a nightstand
was a basin filled with water and a damp cloth, and there
was a definite trail of water droplets from the basin to
the bed. Even more notable, though, is his gun, hanging
neatly from one of the bedposts.

Suddenly the door opened and the silhouette of a slim figure
is standing there, holding something at waist level. Instinctively
the man turned to retrieve his gun.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, "
called out a voice, and as though hit by a brick, the man froze.
He wasn't exactly sure what it was in that voice that
made him stop, but his gaze turned back to the figure moving
toward him. As the fleeting light climbed the figure, it
became apparent this was no man, but was, in fact, a woman.
A woman carrying a tray. Unsure what to do, the man studied
her, and in a hoarse voice asked, "Where am I?"

"Quiet now, " came the response, "you're
in no shape to ask questions. First you'll eat a bit,
rest, and then in the morning, we can talk." The man
opened his mouth to speak again but thought better of it,
and instead cast his eyes down at the tray. A large glass
of water and a steaming bowl of soup. The smell was wonderful,
especially considering what he had eaten over the past
two weeks–that is, when he could find food and wasn't
too sick to eat. He took the tray and hoarsely thanked her,
then sat back and began to eat. The food was indeed tasty;
however, with the first swallow came pain and recollection
of the snakebite. Instinctively, the man reached up to
feel his neck, finding only the stubble of a days' old
beard.

"How long?" he managed to get out.

"Six days, " came the reply. "You're
lucky to be alive. For the first few days I was sure you wouldn't
make it, but after the fever broke, you steadily got better."
She smiled. "I'm Tammy, by the way, and like I
said, we'll chat more tomorrow." With that she
smiled, turned, and left.

As the next few days passed, the man, who Tammy learned was
Philip, steadily regained his strength, and they learned
each other's stories. Philip, it seems, was traveling
from Boston to California with a supply convoy as a guide
when the convoy was attacked by outlaws. The bulk of the
convoy was destroyed, as were the outlaws, but with the
few surviving members of the convoy they were unable to
proceed. Philip rode to the nearest town, obtained new
horses and volunteers, and then returned. Then, on a scouting
mission, his stumbled, and when he hit the ground,
a rattler bit him just below the right jaw. The next thing
he remembered was waking in Tammy's home.

As for Tammy, well, she moved west with the homesteaders
about four years ago. As a safety precaution, she always
told people it was with her husband, Jacob, who was a trapper,
but the actual fact was that she was alone. She always found
that when people thought she had a husband, they always
underestimated her, and so she developed the story of a
trapper husband, who naturally was away for long periods
of time. As the days past and Philip's strength returned,
he became more insistent on repaying Tammy for her kindness.
She wouldn't accept any form of payment, however,
saying that it was what anyone else would have done, and
so Philip had to sneak about doing odd jobs that he felt could
in some way compensate, but it never did feel like enough.
<br>
As for Tammy–well, truth be told, she liked having this
man around. He was charming in his own gruff sort of way and
did have a nice tendency to get under her skin, even if the
jobs he did to repay her usually required redoing.

Thinking back, the real trouble probably started on the
last day Philip was to stay. He decided that of all the jobs
he could do, the one Tammy might appreciate the most, would
be to cut wood. Slipping out of the house as the sun rose,
he began the task of cutting and stacking a few cords of wood,
only to awaken Tammy with the rhythmic sound of the ax hitting
the logs. At first, she was mildly curious as to the cause
of the sound and had to smile when she looked out the window
to see him working there. Then, as the day progressed, she
found herself going out of her way to watch him more and more
frequently. It began with brief looks that gradually got
longer, until after almost three hours after he had begun
she found herself back inside the cabin once again, looking
out the window.

Brian was now stacking the chopped pieces and she couldn't
help but admire his form. Each time he bent to pile the pieces
her eyes trailed over his arms and down his torso settling
at last to watch the way his pants stretched across his tight
butt. She absently began tracing the collar of her shirt
as she watched, and as her fingers came to the first button,
they opened it. Again and again, Brian bent, piled, and
stacked the cut pieces as she continued to trace the collar
with her fingers.

A second button was opened absently, and then a third, and
finally her fingertips were tracing the swell of her soft,
sexy breasts. Brian began removing his shirt, and this
time Tammy's fingers brushed the now hard nipple,
causing a soft moan to escape her lips. She closed her eyes
for a moment as the nipple scraped along the work-roughened
fingertips until her hand went farther, cupping the swollen
breast and trapping the nipple with her the thumb and forefinger.
Another, deeper moan escaped her lips, and again she closed
her eyes, imagining that it was his hands teasing her now
hot skin.

As her eyes fluttered open, Tammy saw that Brian had moved
to the well and was cranking up the bucket. His back muscles
rippled with each crank, and her other hand began to gather
the material of her skirt. Picking up the bucket, Brian
poured the contents over his head, and within the cabin
Tammy's fingers glided over the soft hair of her pussy.
A shiver raced through her body as both the sight of this
rugged man sweating and wet combined with the excitement
of her manipulations, and so she again closed her eyes.
This time she slipped a finger deep inside the folds of her
pussy, in and out, in and out. It seemed to be just seconds
later when she was snapped back to reality by the sound of
the door opening, forced to stop just as she was on the brink
of an orgasm.

Turning the corner, Brian came in and asked if there was
a towel handy, but as he got the words out his gaze fell on
Tammy's open shirt. God, she was beautiful. The mere
sight of her shirt showing off the inner swells of her sweet
breasts as they rose and fell with her labored breathing
mesmerized him, but somewhere inside he managed to ask
if everything was OK. Still recovering from her previous
state, she was unable to answer for a moment, then stammered
a shaky yes. She turned, retrieved the towel, and then handed
it to him, noting as she did so that he had turned away. Odd,
she thought, but at least this way she could see his sweet
muscular form up close. Her gaze trailed down from his shoulders
along the wide expanse of his back, glimpsing in that instant
her own shirt, which gaped wide, exposing the inner curves
of her bosom. Oh, God, she thought, and then in an inspiration
voiced it out loud.

"Oh, God!" The words trailed off as she fell
to the floor in a feigned faint, being sure to fall into Brian.
As her body dropped to the floor, her skirt rode up her legs,
exposing them to the knee. As expected, Brian turned at
the sound, just in time to cushion the fall. Bending to her
side, Brian called out her name several times and tried
lightly slapping her face to awaken her, but this did no
good. Thinking quickly, he gathered Tammy in his arms and
carried her carefully to the bed. Then he went to the washstand,
filled the basin with water, and brought it back to her side,
where he applied the wet compress to her brow. When this
failed to awaken her, he leaned in and placed his ear to her
chest, hoping she was still alive. Indeed, her heart was
racing and her body covered in a hot sweat, so he feared she
had caught some kind of fever.

Again he dipped the compress and wiped her brow, but this
time instead of leaving it there, he returned it to the basin.
On the next soaking, he placed the compress between those
sweet breasts, hoping that in cooling her body he would
be able to revive her. The contact of the washcloth between
Tammy's breasts was unexpected, and she gasped upon
its touch. Brian again called out her name, and she decided
that with his last reaction she had best answer. In her groggiest
voice, Tammy replied, "Huh?"

"Tammy, " came the worried words, "are
you OK? You fainted."

Raising an arm to her brow, Tammy said, "I don't
know; I suddenly felt flush and weak."

"That's OK, " came the reassuring response,
"I'm here, and I'll stay 'til you're
better."

Now confident that Tammy was at least not in imminent danger
of dying, Brian let his gaze travel over her prone body.
It was better than he could ever have imagined: sweet, soft,
and utterly beautiful. With her arm up on her brow, she had
inadvertently flared the collar of her shirt, completely
exposing one breast. The nipple was hard and the aureola
was dark, he assumed from her condition, but still it looked
so inviting. In his effort to get her to the bed quickly,
he had not paid much attention, but now he noted that her
skirt had ridden high as well, exposing the smooth, soft
thighs. God, it had been ages since he had been with a woman,
and now all those desires raged, but he managed to return
his gaze to that of hers and said, "Please, just rest
here and call me if you need anything."

Smiling inside, Tammy said, "OK, " then shifted
her position to hug Brian's body against hers.

"Thank you, " she whispered, holding him close
and thrilling as her nipples danced through the fur of his
chest.

"You're welcome, " he replied, but in
his mind he was saying, Oh no, thank you! as he felt her nipples
slide through his chest, exciting him beyond belief.
<br>
For an entire day Tammy tried everything she could think
of to get Brian to make love to her, but each time she exposed
herself, touched him, or had him touch her, she was disappointed.
It almost seemed as though he was not interested, but just
before she was going to give up, she noticed the bulge in
his slacks. Tammy knew he was interested, but the question
was how to get him to act, and so for the next few hours she
worked out a new plan. She now knew that the only way to get
this man into her bed was to seduce him, but it had to seem
as though it was his idea, and thus would require some intense
teasing on her part. First she had to get him used to touching
her body, and this would be accomplished by having him aid
in cooling her fevered skin with the damp cloth as before.
Then she would have him aid her in changing from her day clothes
into her nightdress.

As suspected, the first part was not overly difficult.
Tammy started by complaining she was so hot, and pulled
her skirt higher up her thighs. She also left her shirt open,
knowing the tantalizing effect it would have. Next, she
asked Brian if he could try cooling her with the damp cloth
as before, and soon he was diligently wiping her brow. Complaining
that it was not enough, she asked if he could try cooling
a greater area as he had done earlier, and thus the cloth
moved from her brow to her chest. She noted with satisfaction
how the cooling became softer, slower, and seemed to cover
every inch of the open shirt, consistently lingering briefly
along the side swells of her breasts. It was so difficult
to maintain control though, for with this cooling came
the fires of desire. Her nipples, aching for attention,
would brush ever so lightly along the shirt as he moved the
cloth, and a few times she would sigh from the intensity.
<br>
After several of these sighs Brian asked if everything
was OK, but Tammy merely complained that it was still not
enough. He then offered to fill the bath for her to soak in,
but she worried that would allow him relief, and so thinking
quickly said she didn't think it was a good idea. Tammy
told him she did not feel strong enough to stay there alone
for fear she'd drown, thus forcing him to stay with
her, but instead he offered to use the damp cloth on her legs
as well. It was better than nothing, Tammy supposed, but
as it turned out it was better than she could have imagined.
If she had gotten into the tub, his caresses would have stopped;
this way, his hands remained on her skin. How sweet were
the caresses, for she noted that now his fingers did not
stay entirely upon the cloth but trailed along her skin
as they wiped. This was both satisfying and torturous,
as his strokes were slow with the slightest of pressure
and were driving her wild.

Now alternating between cooling her brow, chest, and legs,
Brian was close to going slightly mad. His cock had swollen
painfully within his buckskin slacks, and his mind raced
with desire for this sweet, prone lady. With each stroke
of the cloth he concentrated on her soft skin, allowing
two fingers to trail off the cloth and along the skin itself.
He thrilled at the touch of her skin, occasionally pushing
the material of the shirt or skirt to see more, and a few times
was treated to the sight of the hard buds of her nipples.
Oh, how he wanted to suck them into his mouth, slide his fingers
up her skirt and brush through her soft fur, but the lady
was sick, innocent, and, yes, married too. And so Brian
strained and struggled with his raging desires, allowing
himself only these mild touches of her sweet skin. Later,
when he had a moment, he knew he would fantasize about being
with her.

After several minutes of "cooling, " Tammy
asked Brian if he could help her change into her nightdress
as she wanted to sleep. Although he hesitated, he did finally
agree. Now, as he stood to retrieve the nightdress, she
noted the large bulge that seemed to spasm within his slacks.
Oh, he was ready now, and so too was she. Her body ached for
more than the sweet caresses; it was wet between her legs,
and this was not caused by the cool cloth. Her nipples too
desperately needed some attention, for they were hard
and on fire, but this still would not come too easily.

Oh, God! thought Brian. How much more can I take? Her body
seemed alive with desire but he knew it was merely due to
her fever. Her nipples stood out and he thought he detected
the sweet aroma of desire, but he knew it was merely his imagination,
spurred by his own desire. Why, oh why did he have to be attracted
to this lady, whose body seemed to beg for attention? Oh,
to have a few hours of pleasure with her! But no, he must be
strong. He knew though that the ultimate test would come
now, for she asked him to help her change, which meant her
body would be even closer to his and for a brief time at least
it would be nude. Just this minor thought caused his cock
to jump in his pants. He needed relief soon or he feared he'd
explode. And so, once she was asleep, he planned to go and
pour more of the cold well water over himself and try desperately
to get some relief.

As Brian returned to the bed with the nightdress, he tried
to hand it to Tammy, but she said, "I'm not sure
I can manage. I feel so weak like a kitten! Can you help me?"
Oh, God! Brian thought to himself, I don't know if I
can do this! But he leaned in and helped her sit on the edge
of the bed. He then slowly opened the last few remaining
buttons on Tammy's shirt, taking his time as he thrilled
at her beauty. As he slid the shirt off, he made sure to brush
one of those sweet nipples. Instantly her body shivered
in response, but Brian mistook this as a spasm caused by
her fever. God, it was sweet; so hard and inviting, especially
within the fading light of the day. Next, Brian took the
nightdress and helped Tammy put it over her head. He slid
the material down her body, and his cock jumped as her hand
fell upon it, brushing over its length.

Brian helped Tammy to lie down again, and as she did, he noted
how her nipples pushed seductively through the material.
He could no longer take his eyes off Tammy as his lust ran
away from him, but still he slid the nightdress down and
then reached up under it to remove her skirt. As his fingers
found the waist, he gently slid his hands under her tight
round butt, but either with a will of their own or perhaps
subconsciously, they glided firmly across the sweet soft
surface before gently pulling up to aid her in lifting them
off the bed. Guiding the skirt down Tammy's thighs,
he allowed his fingers to trail over her sweet skin. As his
fingers found the sensitive joint between her butt and
legs, her body again shook, but this time he was sure it was
due to his sensitive touch, and he hoped in her current state
she wouldn't notice. Not wanting to let go, he allowed
his fingers to trail off along the sweet skin of her legs,
enjoying the silkiness the sweat provided, until at last
the skirt came completely free.

Tammy's body was now constantly being rocked by waves
of desire, beginning when Brian used his strong warm hands
to lift her into a sitting position and lasting through
when he brushed her nipple while removing her shirt. This
last action caused her body to spasm, and she was surprised
when he didn't follow it up with more of the same. When
he placed the nightdress over her head, she decided to be
more direct, so she dropped her hand onto his rock-hard
cock and let it slide along the entire length, knowing this
would drive him wild. As she did this, she felt it twitch,
begging for more, but until he took her, it would not come.
<br>
Instead of ravaging her then and there, though, Brian helped
her lie down. At this point she just wanted to scream, "Take
me!!!" But then Tammy noticed his eyes, filled with
lust, locked onto her body. Even as his hands pulled her
nightdress down and over her thighs, she watched his lusty
eyes with desire and fascination. They seemed to be mesmerized
by her body, but that did nothing to stop his hands. They
slid seductively up under her skirt and grasped the waist,
then slide under her hips to squeeze her soft cheeks. The
hands lightly pulled upward and she lifted her hips; then
began to pull away the skirt. The action was smooth, slow,
and extremely tantalizing, but all the while she watched
his eyes.

Brian's fingers trailed after the skirt, contacting
the soft flesh of her ass. Perhaps, if one were to judge these
things, a bit too deeply, but for her, it was truly seductive.
As his hands reached the joint between her ass and legs Tammy
shuddered again, for now they were but mere inches from
her pussy, and were sure to feel the sweet fluid that had
already escaped. A moan passed Tammy's lips, but Brian
didn't even seem to notice; then, as the waves of pleasure
washed over her, his fingers trailed down her legs, and
she bit into the pillow.

As she lay in her bed, Tammy's body screaming for sexual
release. She was unsure if Brian's leaving was a good
thing or not. She now would have a chance to finish herself
off, but she wanted him so badly it hurt, so before he disappeared
she asked him where he was going.

"To bed, " was the reply. "As soon as I
wash up."

Tammy smiled to herself, for soon she'd have that release,
but she needed to be just a bit more patient, and so as Brian
left she slipped out of her bed and watched from the window.
Sure enough, Brian went to the well and poured bucket after
bucket of cold water over his head. It seems that her pent-up
sexual needs were not alone, as even with all that cold water
his pants still bulged provocatively.

Soon, Brian turned from the well and headed back to the cabin.
His bulge had subsided a bit, but had not disappeared entirely.
Tammy turned as well, and smiled again before jumping back
into bed. As expected, Brian poked his head back into the
room to ask if there was anything he could do for her before
he turned in, but Tammy smiled weakly and said, "No,
thank you, " in a soft voice.

About ten minutes later, Tammy again left her bed, this
time walking directly into the main portion of the cabin.
There on the floor was Brian, lying restlessly in front
of the fireplace. She suspected he was trying to relieve
the tensions, but would not let that happen without her,
and so she said, "Oh, God, Brian, I'm so cold!"
<br>
Shocked by the sudden noise, Brian rolled quickly onto
his side and looked around. He knew Tammy was standing somewhere
in the darkness, and then she came into view, walking between
him and the fireplace. Her back was to him, but Tammy knew
he would be looking because the nightdress offered quite
the silhouette, becoming almost see-through with the
light of the fire. She stood that way for the longest time,
complaining about how she suddenly became so cold, then
she turned to offer him a profile. Brian's eyes were
glued to her body, and so again Tammy stood, offering him
the curvy silhouette. Just when she thought he'd had
enough, she feigned another faint, this time dropping
to his side. As she had expected, he immediately came to
her rescue.

Tammy opened her eyes and asked if she could share his bed
because she was so cold, and, of course, being the gentleman,
he agreed. Suddenly it dawned on him that beneath his bedroll
he was nude, and he tried desperately to think of some excuse
but she rolled in under his covers before he could say anything.
At first he tried to stay away from her body for fear of Tammy
noticing both his predicament and his lack of attire, but
she kept pushing back into him, saying that he was "So
warm, " and so he gave in, concentrating on keeping
his hips away from her.

Perhaps another ten minutes had passed, when Tammy shifted
positions so that her hips were nestled against Brian's,
and although he was no longer hard, he could still feel the
nice shape of her body. At first he started to pull away,
but then realizing she did not notice, he decided against
it, for he had lusted after this sweet body for hours and
at least this minor intimate contact was due him. Unfortunately,
his mind was still racing, and now with Tammy's body
snuggled up against him, he began to get hard again. This
time he shifted a bit, but in doing so, the tip of his cock
passed beneath the hem of her nightdress. Oh, God, how sweet
it felt! Warm, no hot, and so inviting. Again he started
to think about what he should do when Tammy shifted, allowing
his ever-hardening member to touch between the cheeks
of her ass. "Oooohhhhh, " she moaned, and then
after a slight pause said, "Oh, Jacob, that is so sweet!"
<br>
Suddenly realizing that Tammy was asleep and dreaming
of her husband, Brian started to consider his options.
It was true that he didn't want to hurt her, but he also
wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman in a long
time, so he decided to try and get as much as he could.

Now, with the gentlest of touches, Brian started to caress
Tammy's sweet leg. He applied a bit of pressure with
each caress down to the knee, and soon her leg began to move
forward. This movement had a duel effect, for as her leg
shifted, so too did his hard prick, and soon it began to slip
between her legs and along the moist lips of her wet pussy.
Now Brian shifted his position, this time bringing the
tip of his rock-hard member to the opening. He waited a moment,
then flexed his hips forward, causing the tip to slip ever
so slightly inside. Another moan from Tammy spurred his
actions, and so with yet another flex he drove the head completely
inside. After a brief pause, perhaps to ensure she was still
sleeping, Brian then started to slide in and out rhythmically.
Her body accepted the sweet assault, building to greater
and greater plateaus, and then just when her body wanted
to scream out, he stopped.

Brian knew that with just a few more strokes they would both
be rocked by orgasms, but now he feared that in bringing
her to that state he would awaken her, and so was fighting
with his desire to come and that of keeping Tammy the innocent
little wife. His decision was made for him though, as suddenly
Tammy called out, "Oh, Jacob, not yet!" and
her hips flexed back against him. That minor action was
enough, though, for now Brian wanted to come deep inside
her, and all thoughts of keeping her from waking were lost.
Perhaps he rationalized that in her current state Tammy
would believe it was her husband, or perhaps she'd
think it was her fault, but in any instance, he slowly began
to grind again. It took a few extra strokes as he had let some
of the intensity wane, but after that brief pause, he did
indeed explode deep inside. With each spasm of his hard
cock, held deep inside, Tammy's own orgasm flared
up again and again. She screamed out as the day-long teasing
came to a head, culminating in the most intense orgasm.
<br>
Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, Brian held Tammy tightly
so she could not turn and see him. Together they remained
in that position until they drifted off to sleep.

As she slipped into Brian's bedroll Tammy was thrilled
to find he was nude, so much so in fact that she was sure she'd
finally get him to make love to her, but he kept his distance.
Each time she moved closer he moved away, but she was persistent,
and he finally allowed her back to snuggle up against his
chest. Oh, how warm he was! Just this minor closeness caused
her pussy juices to start flowing all over again, but she
now knew it should be taken very slowly. After a few minutes,
she shifted her body so that her hips were now in direct contact
with his, but in raising her ass, she had also dragged her
nightdress higher. Now her legs, much like his, were bare,
and she could feel the wonderful outline of his cock as it
pushed lightly between the cheeks of her ass. For the briefest
moment Tammy thought Brian was going to move away as the
pressure began to ease, but then it returned and she smiled
in victory.

As she lay snuggled up against Brian's whole body she
began to feel the twitching of his cock. It was getting harder
by the minute, and as luck or planning would have it, Brian
shifted and it slipped under the raised hem of her nightdress.
Oh, how it was sweet, hot, and so hard, but now it was Tammy's
turn, so she shifted and forced it up between the cheeks
of her ass, and this sensuous contact forced her to moan
audibly. She thought for a moment, then added, "Oh,
Jacob, that is so sweet!" figuring that Brian might
consider it a dream. It didn't take too long to figure
out his decision, for soon his hand began to lightly trace
a pattern up and down her leg. Each time he reached her knee,
he applied a bit of pressure, which she took as an indication
that he wanted this leg moved, and so now with each new pass
Tammy moved it ever so slightly. It only took two of those
tiny moves though for Tammy to realize just how sweet this
was. As she moved her leg forward, his cock would slide deeper
between her ass cheeks, and it soon was sliding along the
wet, hungry lips of her throbbing cunt. Again she felt him
shift his body slightly, but in doing so his cock was now
gently pushing against her wet pussy lips; then, after
the briefest of pauses, she felt the tip enter. Oh, God,
she wanted to scream as it was so sweet and so needed, but
she bit her lip, only allowing the smallest of moans to escape.
Then another flex and he was inside. Her body was now shaking
with the desire he had inspired, and just as she was going
to make the next move, he began sliding his cock rhythmically
in and out of her.

With each stroke her body quivered with desire, and she
felt herself building to an intense orgasm. It was so close
when suddenly Brian stopped moving and Tammy wanted to
scream "NOOOOOO!!!!!" but it suddenly dawned
on her that he was still deep inside and had not as yet come.
Instinctively, she flexed her hips, wanting the orgasm
he had so diligently built up in her, and called out, "Oh,
Jacob, not yet!" This seemed to work as the rhythm
began again. Now her orgasm was so close she could just taste
it. She felt Brian's cock begin to swell and spasm deep
inside. With each spasm her own body came again and again,
until the waves of pleasure rolled in like the sea. She tried
to turn and kiss him, but suddenly Tammy found he was just
holding her tightly, allowing every single spasm of his
cock to feel the warm sweetness of his prize. Together they
just drifted off, exhausted from the day's teasing
and ultimate release.

Tammy couldn't imagine how much time had passed, but
suddenly she became aware of driving desire. Her hips were
grinding against the sweetest sensation, but it was not
a hard cock nor a gently probing finger. "Ohhh!"
she cried out as the first minor orgasm passed through her,
and her hands reached down to find hair. "OHHH!"
she cried out again, as it suddenly dawned on her that it
was a teasing tongue causing this sensation. Her hips flared
up to meet the invader, and then spasmed with the second
minor orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmm, " she moaned as
the waves of pleasure continued; then she felt the addition
of a finger. At first it probed deeply, in long, slow strokes,
then began a quarter turn with each probe. Again she became
aware something was not normal, and she guessed that it
was probably two fingers crossed, thus forming a ridge
to tease with each stroke.

"MMMMMMmmmmmmm, " she moaned even loader
as her body again spasmed, but this was only a prelude to
even greater pleasure. The lips of his mouth encased her
clit and then moaned into her bush, causing vibrations
of pleasure, and she screamed "Oh God, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Bucking wildly up onto the hot tongue, the lips again encased
the clit and as she steeled herself for the moan, but instead
the mouth sucked in a breath, dragging cool air up around
the hard bud. Her breathing was now extremely ragged as
she bucked and writhed under his ministrations, and then,
suddenly, they stopped.

The pause was brief, though, as suddenly the rock-hard
cock slid in as deep as it could and she came again. This time
it was so intense she almost passed out, but as she regained
her composure she felt it continue to drive in and out until
it suddenly seemed to explode deep within. She had never
felt the satisfaction of such an intense orgasm, nor had
she ever had a lover do half the things this man did. She was
completely satisfied, exhausted, and yet still wondered
what could possibly be next...