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 Chapter 3: Watching the Stars



   Duncan fondly studied the woman beside him.  He sure understood how she
could feel so discouraged.  It had been a tough day.  What with her husband
abandoning her in the middle of nowhere with a broken car.  Then the SOB
yelled and sneered at her as a means of feeling better about himself.

   Helen had confided in Duncan that this was to be time for the couple to
get together to reconnect and strengthen their marriage.  The jerks
behavior somehow didn't seem the way to revitalize a failing marriage!

   Topping off the day was the bar fight.  Duncan had never before been in
a situation where the whole room was afraid to respond to an ugly
situation.

   On the other hand, they'd had fun all afternoon.  Even the tavern
experience had been perfect until the cowboy had intervened.  Then after
the nightmare they ended up feeling like heroes.

   "Helen, this is going to sound like another come on.  Seems like
everything I've said all day came out just a little wrong.  Still, we are
sitting in one of my houses and I do have an extra bed.  Could I ask you to
spend the night with me with out getting pounded?" After he shut his mouth,
Duncan realized what he'd said.  "Damned if that didn't come out right,
either!"

   "Oh, I don't know?" Helen laughed at him.  Reaching over she took his
hand in hers she adding, "Sure, why not!  I can trust you, and after I
spent the day with you anyone with a small mind has already made up it up
about what is going on.  Sure!  I'll even make breakfast if you have the
makings.  That will surely make the biddies roll their eyes!

   When they pulled in at what they were coming to call, "Their Texaco
Station", Duncan asked the guy on duty where they could park the rig and
spend the night without being disturbed.  After the guy found out the rig
was completely self contained he directed them out a small farm road, then
sent them down an even smaller side road for about 5 miles.  There they
found a tiny 'cove' holding a grove of cottonwoods.  A small spring was
tucked back in the trees hidden from the road.  Pulling into the little
Eden they spent ten minutes leveling the small motorhome.  Before shutting
down for the night Duncan made sure all the systems; water, heat, sewage,
electric were working properly.

   In the silence an insect chorus blended with the cheerful burble of the
little spring.  The sky was clear with the stars seeming just beyond arms
reach.  Neither felt like shutting out the soft night with it's stars.  A
full moon painted the world silver.

   "You tired, Helen?" Duncan asked.  When she shook her head he pulled a
couple blankets and pillows out, then took Helen's hand to lead her up to
the top of the hill above where they had parked.

   Reaching the top they found the farmer had tilled only a week or so
before.  As a result the ground was soft where Duncan laid the blanket
down. Dropping the pillows Duncan explained, "It's too nice to stay cooped
up all night, and I think we need to unwind some before we go to sleep.  Am
I being too presumptuous, or would you mind watching a few stars with me?"

   Helen leaned against him, snaking her arms around his waist to gave him
a hug.  Duncan circled his arms around her shoulders.  When Helen tightened
hers around him to give him a squeeze she was so enthusiastic he thought
she was going to break a rib.  If it hadn't felt so good having her body
pressed tightly against him it might have hurt.  Instead it was a little
bit of heaven.  What complicated matters was the instant pole that grew
inside his pants.

   That distracted Duncan who worried his body was carrying things too far.
But there was no way to control that purely male reaction to an incredibly
beautiful woman holding her body pressed full length against him.  On the
other hand it was a reaction that would have brought instant war from a
woman guarding herself against unwanted attention.  Worries disappeared
when she softly pressed her abdomen and groin against his.

   When her head tilted upward Duncan lowered his mouth to cover hers and
felt her soft lips yielding themselves to him.  The tip of his tongue was
welcomed inside her mouth and their tongues met to play.  There their
tongues met like new friends, caressing and sending chills through them.

   Softly moving his lips against hers Duncan looked into her eyes and saw
her big blue, star filled eyes murmuring yes.  Her hands slipped down his
back to cup his behind while his own began exploring from the smoothness of
her shoulders down to the soft firm globes of her fanny lying under the
silky-soft smoothness of the sun dress.

   Duncan wondered, "How far should I go with this?"

   Leaning back gently Duncan murmured, "I want to show you something."
Then he tenderly turned her in his arms until she was leaning back against
his chest.  "Look at what the moon has painted for us.

   Until then, on the long climb up the hill and laying the blankets out to
sit, Helen hadn't turned her attention away from what was right next to
her. When she looked she realized she was atop a hill and she was looking
out on miles and miles of moon-silvered hills.  Under the moonlight there
was no indication man had been here.  In the daylight the gently rolling
hills had been broken here and there with outcrops of harsh black,
crumbling stone.  Now the moon had softened even the stone into a fairy
world.

   <p>Gasping with delight she leaned against Duncan's broad chest, resting
her head on his shoulder.  Silently the couple took in the rare scene.</p>

   Duncan smoothed his cheek against the silk of her hair, breathing in her
scent.  Tightening his arms around her to feel the length of her snuggled
into him.  Slowly they turned to see the panorama laid out on all sides. 
Not a farmhouse or building in sight.  They did spot one very lonely
windmill far in the distance.  That and the faint glow of he street lights
of <em></em><em></em><em></em> shining into the air beyond a distant were
the only indications they were not alone in this world of moonshine and
magic.

   For long moments they basked in the togetherness and wonder of the warm
night.  Finally, Duncan bent his head slightly to nuzzled her throat,
kissing softly under her chin, then tasting his way back to beneath her
ear. Here he opened his mouth wide to cover her delicate skin.  At her
shiver of delight he laved her with his tongue, while mouthing her
delicacy.

   Careful to give her maximum, gentle sensation while avoiding the
telltale bruise of a hickey he loved Helen's neck.  Unable and unwilling to
stop him she bent her head to allow him complete access to the graceful
column.  She was not even aware she had closed her eyes until she realized
Duncan had turned her again to face him, his arms still cradling her to
him.

   Duncan kissed her closed eyelids, then covered her face with butterfly
kisses.  Somehow no one had ever delighted her this way and she found
herself quivering with delight.  Wriggling her body closer to his she again
wound her arms around Duncan's neck, bringing his lips close for her kiss.

   Without conscious thought the embrace and kiss went on and on, yet
seemed to take no time from the earth's clock.  In just these few short
hours Duncan realized he already considered this woman one of his truest
friends.  A friend for life.  To top that, she was also one of the most
attractive women he had ever known.  Possessing her in the biblical sense
would be something that would warm his dreams for years.

   But friendship with this exotic creature was too precious to risk, even
for the wonder and pleasure of her body for the few short hours left in the
night.

   His hands traveled back up to her shoulders where he began to
reluctantly release her.  That was when she did something magical.

   Helen leaned back away from their kiss and while looking up into his
eyes she began softly circling her groin against his.  Soon she was gently,
insistently grinding against his now painfully hard erection.  Her eyes
burned with lust.

   Wordlessly Helen slowly moved her body away from him.  Soon their bodies
no longer touched, just Duncan's arms sliding slowly along her shoulders
and hers slid away along his sides.  When just his hands were on her
shoulders and hers at his waist she moved her hands up to his arms, then
slid them down his arms as she stepped back away.  Hold his wrists she
pulled him down with her to the blanket.  There she knelt before Duncan as
he knelt before her.  Her hands moved to his waist and pulled his shirt out
of the waistband of his pants.  Then she grasped the bottom of the shirt
and pulled it up over his head.

   This exotically magical creature tossed the shirt aside and ran her
hands up and down his chest.  For a while she watched the shivers of
sensation tremble through his flesh.  Then Helen's hands left him to travel
to the front of that wonderful dress.  Slowly, carefully, precisely she
began working the buttons loose, starting at the top the dress began
gapping open as she undid the them.  It wasn't long before Duncan was
treated to the sight of the swell of her perfect breasts.

   Duncan was frozen, unable to move.  He doubted he could move.  Lord knew
he didn't want to!

   Watching her hands move so slowly down her dress, watching the gap
opening her dress Duncan had trouble breathing.  When Helen's fingers
reached her waist she quickly uncoupled her belt while continuing opening
her dress.  Finally she loosed the last fastener, and the two sides and let
her arms fall to her sides.  As Duncan watched the dress fell apart,
exposing the woman and her lingerie to his eager gaze.

   Helen was kneeling before him, exposing a delicate peach colored bra
that clasped and cupped her firm breasts.  Her nipples darkness shadowed
through the material, pushing out on the top of each glorious hill.

   Letting his eyes slide down her perfect form Duncan drank in the
nudeness of her belly, visually tasting her navel.  As he did so his body
tightened with the knowledge that soon his lips and tongue would also soon
taste her sweetness.  Then for long moments he admired the matching peach
of her panties and the soft swell of the curves it accented.  God what a
word, panties.  On her the word sent sensations, pleasure bumps down his
spine.  Her legs were bare.

   She knelt up slowly to stand above where he now was kneeling at her
feet. Once upright she shrugged her shoulders allowing her dress to fall
and pool around her ankles.

   Helen swayed forward then bent and tilted his face up to hers.  Then she
kissed him sweetly.  Her tongue teased and licked his lips before slipping
inside his mouth to trace his teeth and inside his cheeks.  Duncan had
never been so enthralled by a woman.  This was not a woman taking control,
this was a lover recognizing her new lover was afraid of hurting her or
scaring her away.

   She was claiming herself for me.

   "Duncan," she breathed, "I am yours if you want me...  Please want me."
Then she slowly knelt before him again.

   Unbuckling his belt he lifted himself to his feet.  Standing he
unsnapped and unzipped the trousers, letting them fall to the blanket. 
With his feet Duncan pushed the pants and shoes off, leaving himself
standing before his goddess in only his jockey shorts.  He thought, "How
shortchanged women are when we strip for each other.  A woman in her
underwear is smooth, sexy lines.  She is a thing to desire and dream of, to
paint pictures of, to treasure.  A man is an amorphous bulge in white
cotton."

   And that is certainly what Helen saw, a huge bulge.  His manhood pushed
the waistline of my shorts out.  He slipped my thumbs under the elastic and
pulled them down and off in one smooth motion.

   Helen's quick intake of breath massaged his male ego, making his sword,
his spear, pulse and shake.  It was as hard as it had ever been.  Some men
worry about the size of their member.  Duncan had never been concerned
about his.  What Helen saw, what made her mouth alternately dry and wet,
was nicely sized.  Its girth was lavish in its thickness.  After a lifetime
of use Duncan knew it and would be able to meet the demands and needs of
his partner.

   Standing there Duncan knew he and his sex only needed the opportunity to
perform to prove their 'mettle.'

   He knelt back down before her, then rested my hands on her shoulders
before leaning forward to kiss her.  When she responded he slid his arms
behind her to clasp her bra to pull it from her shoulders.  When Duncan
pulled her into his arms he felt her nipples poke into his chest. 
Twisting, he writhed his body against hers as he moved her against him with
his hands.  The sheer pleasure of their skin sliding together almost made
him ejaculate.  He groaned with pleasure.

   Leaning forward Duncan lowered his new lover to her back before laying
himself beside her.  Resting his cheek against his hand he covered her with
the kisses from his eyes.  As he admired her he traced her shape with his
free hand.  At first he kept clear of areas accepted as prime erogenous
zones.  At the end of every sweep down her body he returned to the valley
between her breasts.  Tracing the smooth softness there Duncan noted the
dampness beginning to sheath her body as her excitement grew.  A particular
delight was the smooth roundness of her little belly.  Something about a
woman's small tummy had always fascinated him.  Helen's was bewitching. 
While admiring it he dipped into her beguiling navel to twist a fingertip
inside it.  Doing this he smiled at how helpless she was to keep from
writhing at the sensation.

   When it was time to up the temperature he thought to do so by using an
erogenous zone almost forgotten in today's world.  Easing my hand slowly
and gently up her side, barely touching her with the tips of my fingers. 
This was with an ultra-soft touch, careful to avoid tickling.  As sexually
charged as she was what would normally tickle was now sexually stimulating.
As his hands moved his finger tips made small circles.  Soon he neared her
underarms with her arms now lay curled above her head.  Once there he
slowly, so slowly moved his fingers over and around her sensitive shaved
underarms.  The gentle approach avoided the near pain of tickling, turning
the building sensation to passion.  He watched it building in her eyes as
they began to glinting with desire.  What had been pure sensual pleasure
now was being transformed to sexual need, want, craving.  As he worried the
soft sensitive flesh under her arms Helen's body began undulating.  He
lowered his lips, just touching a nipple with the tip of his tongue.  Her
breath was now coming in little gasps, the lust-madness openly evident in
her eyes.

   He knelt up over her and with his left hand he captured both her hands,
pinning them above her head.  She was now open and unprotected from his
loving assault.  His right hand began stroking, tempting and pleasuring the
skin under her left arm.  Not having been touched before it was many times
more sensitive than what he had just been tormenting sexually.

   Duncan was pleased to find the perspiration now covering her and took
advantage of the added stimulation its slickness gave his helpless love
captive.  It wasn't long before his Love was gasping, her whole body
writhing.  Though Duncan doubted she was aware of it her hips were pumping.

   Helen was hot and passionate!  Not just now!  This couldn't be turned on
and off.  She was a deeply hot, passionate woman.  His strange smile must
have puzzled her if she was seeing clearly enough to recognize it.  Some
women can be stimulated to a point beyond that almost that where true and
careful pleasuring will cause them to explode.  Somehow they contain the
fire inside them, but when it is loosed it is spectacular.  A man is
blessed to join with such a woman.

   Her eyes shone now with pure madness, she gasped and her body writhed.
She was bucking, shuddering: he couldn't continue the soft stroking.  No
matter how Duncan tried his hands were thrown off the beauty of her body.
Duncan was still trying to hold her arms but it was taking all his strength
to control her.  Their eyes were still locked together, his consuming,
white hot hunger mirrored in the madness of lust in hers.

   He leaned forward slowly, their eyes never breaking contact.  Her wide
open stare pinned him, her mouth gaping as she gasped and struggled for
breath.  Little almost-words spilled from their lips.

   He licked a hard, thrusting nipple, leaving it ashine with his juices.
The warmth instantly cooled from the cool night air.  It seemed impossible
but the cooling caused her nipple to grew even longer, even harder.

   Leaning he blew on the nipple, each time startling her into soft little
shrieks.  Deciding it was time the man leaned forward the last inch,
wrapping his lips around her nipple.  First sucking it into his mouth then
widening his mouth to suck hard and draw even more of her into his mouth.

   She stopped breathing.

   Then Duncan began lashing the nipple with his tongue hard and fast.  He
was now bathing her once cold nipple in the searing hot wetness of his
mouth.

   She screamed!

   Then she erupted!  Spasms of ecstasy swept through her in waves.

   To now Duncan hadn't removed the last piece of her clothing, her
panties. Nor had he come near touching her sex.  Yet she was in the midst
of a gigantic orgasm.  Duncan heard her babbling mixed with moans,
whimpers. He could hear soft screams  -" she could not breathe enough to
support a full scream.

   He released her hands and her arms immediately wrapped around his head,
pulling his face onto her tit with all her might.  Duncan dropped his body
down atop hers at an angle, pressing his shoulder to her near breast while
his mouth continued laving, sucking and chewing softly on her other breast.
Her legs were jerking, spreading apart, coming back together, shaking in
the air.  He reached a hand between her legs and, when next her legs flew
apart, pressed a forefinger firmly against her clit, then he rolled it
gently side to side.  Not hard, no pain, just the pressure She needed.

   Helen's whole body stiffened into convulsions that lasted maybe 30
seconds before she melted against and under his.

   Looking into her eyes he saw...  he blinked and mentally shook himself.
What he saw was too early to happen and couldn't be true anyway.

   He pulled her panties off, making her comfortable on the blanket.  Then
he cuddled down by her side, covering them with the second blanket.  With a
pillow under his head he pulled her over so her head was cradled on his
shoulder, her body pressed full length along his.  Helen sighed as she
snuggled her face into his shoulder.  Soon her breathing smoothed and
evened.

   He spent the next several minutes looking down on her nestled against
him.  He marveled at this rare creature 'coming to him' and now sleeping in
his arms.

   She breathed softly and steadily while Duncan cuddled to her.  The
uppermost thought in his mind was amazement at that stupid, selfish son of
a bitch she was married to.  He had expected this one woman in ten million
to be responsive to his loving.  But she had been starved for sex.  Even
harder to understand, she had obviously been starved for simple affection.
Duncan was as conceited as the next man about his sexual ability, but
Helen's response had been extreme.  How long had it been since this lovely
woman had been satisfied?  How could a 'man' allow his woman to become so
hungry?  And how could one not touch her every time she came near, praise
her with his look, tell her how he cared and how wonderful she looked.

   Judging from her reactions to him all day, Duncan was convinced she had
been true to that stupid self-satisfied SOB.  There was no doubt in his
mind Gerald had been ignoring her.  His guess was it had been going on for
years.

   Their marriage was in serious trouble, and not because of anything he
had done.  "How had she been able to keep it together so long with no help
from her partner?" he wondered.  Was Gerald impotent and unwilling to admit
it and get help?  Was he even mentally competent?

   Maybe he was keeping a 'little something' on the side.  Some men once
they are successful believe it their prerogative to do so.  It was
inconceivable to him how a man could reach for another woman when the most
desirable woman in the state was sleeping every night in his bed.

   Smiling to himself, Duncan realized his own hunger for Helen was
unappeased, his cock was still iron hard.  Smug in the belief that Helen
would be an avid lover later, he dozed off, admiring the stars and cuddling
Helen to his chest.

   It was an hour, maybe less before he was again aware of the world around
him.  What woke him was a huge moon rising over the hills and fields to the
east.  It was painting the world in silver magic.

   Washed in that silver a man knew anything was possible and only the good
could triumph.  Even his tired old self felt new, that when he rose to his
feet he would again be young, the world again his to conquer.

   Or maybe it was Helen's soft hand, wrapped around and gently fondling
his rigidity that brought him to awareness.

   Moving only his eyes, Duncan looked down at Helen where she lay, still
curled and cuddled tightly against his side.  Her face was cradled on my
chest with an arm holding her warmth pulled to my side.  She was looking at
the moon, a puzzled little frown on her face.  She was so lovely it almost
hurt to look at her.

   Her beauty made him stop and think.  It had been so long since his wife
had died.  Duncan had not only not dated since then, he hadn't looked on a
woman since then as a man looks at a woman.

   He must have moved or made some little sound, for Helen looked up and
smiled.  "Good evening, kind sir," she murmured.  Then turned her face to
kiss his bare chest.  "Duncan, I seem to be naked, all over!"

   Chuckling, Duncan gave her a squeeze.

   "Oh brother, that came out strange," she said.  "What I mean," she
added, with a question in her voice, "I don't remember taking off my
panties?"

   "I kind of helped you when I covered us up," he offered.>

   "Well, uh, I mean it doesn't feel like it, but did you, um...  we, uh...
What I mean...  Did we complete our loving before you covered us up?"

   "Oh!" He exclaimed.  "No Helen, I'm pretty sure you had told me yes
before you kind of took a nap, but I'd never push or do things to you that
you hadn't fully agreed to.  Besides, it's no fun if you aren't an active
participant.  I just thought it would be pleasant to feel you clasped to me
with nothing between us, not even the panties.  I didn't mean to take
advantage."

   "Um...  you didn't Duncan.  I'm not sure if I wasn't the one taking
advantage.  It has been a while since I have been loved.  And speaking of
which," and here she rose up on her elbow to look down into his eyes.  "You
were incredible!  How in the world did you make me respond to you like
that!?"

   Pulling her gently back down to lie on his chest, her lips just inches
from his he continued, "My lady, an artist is only as good as his materials
and subject.  I am not a Da Vinci, but you are deserving of one.  You are a
beautiful, desirable and responsive woman.  Thank you." Then he gently
pulled head down until her lips met his.

   It was only a light kiss, but when their lips broke contact Helen took a
deep breath then leaned down to reknew the kiss.  This time the softness of
her lips, the heat of her mouth trapped him.  Their lips explored and
tongues discovered all to be found.  Their hearts raced as each felt the
other's beating in time with theirs.  For a time he could only feel Helen,
her body soft and hot against his, her hair hanging down around their
faces, breasts crushed softly against his chest.

   Pulling herself atop him, Helen lay between his legs, pressing into him.
The hard pebbles of her nipples squirming against his belly sent pleasure
through surging through him.  Helen felt the log growing from his groin now
trapped and enraptured between their bellies.

   Helen pulled her lips from his but her eyes still tied them together. 
It was then Duncan knew what the poets meant when they sang of being
trapped in a woman's gaze.

   "I want you now, Duncan, but I want to love you.  Do you understand?"
she asked.

   In answer he reached both arms about her, holding her firmly to him and
began softly exploring her back with his hands.  No part of her within
reach was left unloved.  As his hands explored he took notice of her
responses and remembered the places that pleasured her.

   It wasn't long before her body was again moving against him.  Duncan
wasn't sure she was even aware she was doing so, at least at first.  As his
hands moved he began spending more, then even more time where he had
noticed the shivery places.  Her body's movement became more and more
obvious as she writhed against him.  Soon her mound was grinding against
his shaft and Duncan knew it was time.

   Rolling first to his left, then to the right he moved his knees between
her thighs.  Then he gently spread his legs, opening hers to him.  Placing
his hands on her hips he lifted and pulled her until his groin until his
erection slid free of her pubes and the glans slid wetly along her slit. 
Slowly Duncan lowered her hips to his thirsty shaft.  Helen's sudden gasp
told him when her hole captured the glans and it popped just inside her. 
She was juicy and wet from his attentions and it slid in easily. 
comfortably.

   Pausing he let the sensation of her labia surrounding and gripping the
purple head wash through and over them.  Duncan was surprised when sadness
struck him.  Was this to be the only time?  The only night he could
pleasure this creature?  As the shaft slowly sank deeper within her the
sadness disappeared in the sensation of the smooth clasp of her vaginal
walls as his length traveled up inside her.  The entrance was slow but
inexorable, feeling as if her core was sucking him into her.  Duncan had no
sense of pushing himself inside her, he was just pulled into her.  When
their loins meshed together he felt his glans bumping her cervix and she
gasped.  Laying still Duncan soaked, marinated in her liquids and warmth,
filling her.  After a moment he pushed again gently and felt myself extend
even further inside her, seemingly entering her womb itself.

   The woman lying above him gasped and shuddered as a mini-orgasm spent
itself.  The he slowly withdrew, feeling her vaginal walls gluing
themselves to his spear, fighting his leaving.  The slurp of her juices was
soft but clear in the night.  She was incredibly wet.  When his cock had
all but left her, he slowly reversed to began the movement our kind has
known since before we became aware.  Helen, his Helen at least for the
night, was soon lost with him in their world of sensation.

   As had to happen Duncan soon was not content with such slow exquisite
feelings and began increasing the pace of the coupling.  Then his hands
returned to their business on her back.  He began spending more and more
time on a certain spot low on her spine, below her waist.  There each time
his fingers softly ran along her spine she thrust harder, impaling herself
further on the spike beings driven up into her belly.

   Her mouth fell down to lock on his and Duncan was swallowing her moans.
After a wonderful eternity he slid his lips downward to kiss and lick her
throat and neck, the top of her bosom.  As she moaned into the night he
grasped her body to pull her upper body against him and grind her breasts
against him in little circles.

   Their bodies were slipping in the slick perspiration bathing them.  His
hands were now teasing and touching her back, especially the hollow at her
waist.

   All the while he was withdrawing himself from deep inside her, then
sliding and thrusting back into her slick warmth.

   Then Duncan felt her body tensing as electricity began building within
her.  He pulled almost out then paused with only the cockhead inside her
thirsting vagina.

   Looking up into her eyes he ordered her, "I am going to give you a cum
now, my woman.  Scream for me!"

   Then he reamed his cock deep within her, grinding his pubes against
hers. There he kept it.  Grinding his pubic bone against her clit, churning
his big cock within her, punishing her cervix with sensation.  He held her
against his body such that she could barely breathe.

   She gave a great gasp, then froze.  Looking into her eyes he saw the
lust-madness again.  Sucking hard at her throat he left a mark for her to
see for days, while one hand ran down her ass and into her crack.  When he
reached her rosebud he crammed just the tip of a finger inside.  She
screamed and came.

   Her body locked up, no muscle was loose and for an instant he feared she
was straining so hard she might break a bone.  When the tension suddenly
broke she convulsed as wave after wave of contractions swept her body.  The
cock within her was almost crushed by the walls of her cunt, the same walls
that had been so soft and clinging just a moment before.

   "Jesus God!" he gasped.  Helen was an incredible lover!

   When the waves began lessening Duncan began slowly moving inside her
again.  His pace increased until soon he was again driving, driving,
driving into her center.  Hard, fast, ruthlessly he fucked into her.  Still
lovingly but now but even so brutally he fucked her.  Duncan was desperate
now for his own release as he approached the little death for himself.  To
his astonishment this wonder of women responded, the fading orgasm reversed
and began growing again until, suddenly, she screamed again, her
convulsions taking her again as she sucked the sperm from his balls.  When
he knew he was empty she sucked again.  Duncan spurted into her, time after
time and then again.  His cockhead was shoved, crammed to the end of her
channel and then swallowed.  His spend shot directly into her womb as he
shoved and shoved and pushed while never once withdrawing.  Until at last
it was all he could do to just held himself as deep within her accepting
body as he could reach.  He somehow held myself there as he completed
ejaculation.

   Then he collapsed as Helen collapsed on top of him.  Duncan held her,
mumbling his love for her.  As she lay atop me little ripples ran through
her every so often as her body relived its recent glory.  She was softly
kissing his shoulder, throat and face; everywhere she could reach, with
little kisses.  Her murmurs were little half heard endearments as they
relaxed slowly into that post orgasmic realm so often sought, so seldom
achieved.

   The two awoke when the sun began forcing its way above the hills to the
east with Helen still lay atop him.  He gave her a small kiss as she smiled
down at him.  After rolling her over to lay beside him they began searching
for the clothes so carelessly tossed aside in the night.  Helen grinned
when she saw Duncan was just folding them over his arm, hers intermixed
with his.  He noticed that look in her eyes again, but knew it was too
early for that.  They had only met the day before although it seemed like
they had known one another for years.  Duncan was too old for her anyway.

   When they had located everything they picked up the blankets and
pillows. Slipping feet into shoes they walked naked down the hill to the
motorhome parked below.  The golden light of the new day bathed them in
it's splendor.

   Holding hands.

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