All the outdoor tables at the cafe were packed which is why Suzy and I were sitting inside with our beers, watching the slice of sky over Valencia street fade into darkness. It was a one of those rare warm evenings in San Francisco, the kind that comes after an unusually hot fall day. Bikes were locked to every available vertical fixture, including the saplings that lined the block and it seemed like everyone was up for a long night of fun even though it was a Tuesday.

At least we had a table by the big open window so we could watch the crowd out on the sidewalk. I noticed a couple at the curb and gave Suzy a nudge. He was lanky with a mass of dirty blond curls, leaning against the crossbar of his bike with his back to us. She was tall, with arching brows, dark eyes, and a strong jaw; a serious face softened by full, friendly-looking lips and an easy smile. I watched her over his shoulder, her gaze moving to his mouth, then back up with a laugh, a pink tongue wetting her lips. She held her bike in front of her as if she were leaving.

As we watched, he moved a hand onto the seat of the girl’s bike, looked down at it where it now rested, seemingly the result of an unconscious gesture, and then very slowly he traced the length of the crotch-polished leather with his index finger, from back to front, then back again. I saw her suppress a squirm and take in a quick breath, her lips slightly parted, and a blush rose to her cheeks as she laughed.

“Smooth,” Suzy said appreciatively, tucking a strand of unruly blond hair back behind an ear as she leaned over her beer. Her greased-stained hands cradled her face. Suzy was an artist who’d gotten her start bringing her kinetic sculpture to Burning Man and now had several solo gallery shows in the city under her belt. She was also a mechanic at one of the most popular and hip bike shops in the city, five blocks up the street. “Bikes are sexy, no doubt.” she said.

“Yeah, why is that?” I asked her.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I’ve thought bikes were hot ever since I was 14 and inherited my older sister’s with a seat that was a bit to high for me – I came all over that thing. Rode it so much my cunt ached all time. I didn’t adjust the seat though!”

“Came?” I asked. “You mean came? I thought that was a myth – that girls could come from riding bikes.”

“Oh no, it’s true.” She smirked into her glass and leaned back into her chair.

Small and looking younger than her mid thirties, Suzy was one of those women who would get carded until they went gray. She looked particularly cute when she talked about sex, a favorite topic of conversation. Her peaches and cream complexion and small body gave her a girlish innocence, an impression that she love to subvert with a pornographic vocabulary.

“I can’t believe you never told me about that! It explains a lot – like your job.” I gestured to her grease stained hands. “Do you still come riding bikes?”

“Sometimes.” She hesitated for a beat and then leaned across the table with an impish look. “Let’s go to my place, I want to show you something. You’ll like it.”

Suzy dated mostly girls, but she’d occasionally requested my friendly cock when she’d had a craving and I had happily come along for the ride. I wondered if a fuck was on the menu for tonight? There was a hopeful stirring in my jeans. I knew she knew exactly what I was wishing for but she refused to tell me anything more about what she had in mind. I drained my glass in a couple large gulps which gave her the giggles. Was it nervous anticipation? That wasn’t like her and made me even more curious.

Her place was three blocks away, an old carriage house hidden behind a larger place that might have been a church once. She let me in and flicked on a floor lamp. The bottom floor was her studio, a sprawling workshop filled with a small kitchen set up in the near corner. Her bedroom was on the upper floor and so I turned towards the stairs.

“Uh-uh, over here.” Taking my hand she led me across the shadowy room, around bins of salvaged metal parts glinting in the dim light, unidentifiable old machines strewn across the scarred hardwood floor and half completed sculptures that looked like relics from a forgotten and mysterious civilization. In the far corner a space had been cleared away and a semicircle of mismatched chairs had been drawn up around a stained canvas tarp covering a bike-like form.

“This is my latest. I just finished it,” pulling off the tarp she revealed what used to be a bike but was now something much more and I heard myself gasp and a jolt of excitement slapped me in the crotch.

I took a few steps back. “Shit! It’s amazing! It’s beautiful Suzy!”

The thick, shiny, black tubes of the frame and the sweeping chrome of the handlebars gave the thing the appearance of a beach cruiser pimped out by a vampire, but this bike wasn’t meant for riding the roads of Transylvania. Instead of holding a wheel, the front fork swept down to support the frame with a serpentine curl on the floor. Delicate gold and white pin striping flowed across the dark armature, and the words “Boink Bikes Ltd.” decorated the crossbar.

Like the front, the back of the bike frame was held off the floor by arching steel struts and a large, heavy looking silver disk took the place of the rear wheel. “That’s the flywheel,” Suzie pointed out. “And see here? This is where the magic happens.” She pointed to where a second chain ran from the flywheel up to an dense assembly of clockwork under the seat.

The seat itself was sleek triangle of black leather and with a horn that curved upwards to cup the rider’s crotch. “I think I get it, but that bit doesn’t look very comfortable.” I pointed to a three inch rod of chromed steel poking up through a hole in the middle of the seat. Suzy pressed a thick red rubber dildo down onto the rod, reached down to give the pedals a quick spin with her hand until the flywheel was turning, and then flicked a lever on the handlebars. The machinery under the seat started a rhythmic whir and the dildo writhed and vibrated like a sea cucumber having an epileptic seizure. The mental image of Suzy mounting this thing and pedaling herself towards a quaking orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye and I grinned into her face. “Whoa!”

“Take a seat.” She motioned to the sagging velour armchair behind me. I gave her an encouraging look and  flopped down for a front row seat at what I was guessing would be a personal demonstration.

“Ok, I’m feeling shy now, but fuck it. I’m going to just pretend you’re not here for a minute.” She turned her back, pulled off her tank top, kicked off a tangled wad of jeans and panties and took a deep breath. “Ok. Now some lube just to get things started.” She squeezed a few drops into her palm and stroked the red dildo to a glossy, slippery shine. I stirred in my seat, my cock now poking up under the waistband of my pants asking for similar treatment.

Suzy threw a leg over the crossbar and stepped up onto the pedals which I noticed were wrapped in padded leather. She reached back, holding the dildo in position and slowly lowered her herself down onto the seat. She grasped the handlebars, closed her eyes, and began to pedal. The heavy silver flywheel was spinning with a heavy whir now and I saw her slowly thumb the lever upwards. The clockwork under the seat shuddered rhythmically and Suzy with it. “Oh yeah.” she groaned and threw back her head, mouth open in a sigh of pleasure.

She turned towards me now and took account of my situation with a laugh. “Watch this.” Lights flickered on from somewhere in the frame, bathing her shiny face and swaying breasts in a pulsing red glow. “Feel free to pay homage to my creation,” she said, and she nodded in the general direction of my crotch.

I pulled off my shirt, wriggled my jeans down around my ankles and gave my rigid cock a liberal squirt from her bottle of lube. It was time to take in a full account of this pedal-powered, erotic spectacle. Suzy had found her cadence and looked utterly transported, eyes closed, her hair sticking to her face and shoulders as she pedaled and moaned louder and louder. I stroked my slippery cock to the rhythm of her machine, watching pleasure sweep across her face, my balls tight with anticipation. She thumbed the lever higher, the red lights pulsed faster, and her head dropped between her shoulders. “Oh God, oh God, oh yesss!” Her voice was husky and tight and I knew she was close. I stroked myself faster, knowing I couldn’t take much more either.

Her knuckles where white where she gripped the handlebars, her eyes were tight shut and her lips pulled back over her teeth as she gasped for breath. Then suddenly her face softened in a spasm of slack-jawed pleasure and she yelled out and bucked on the seat as she came and came. I had a second to take it all in before a final tug on my cock blinded me with an orgasm. It was as though a sex bomb lobbed from some distant canon had detonated in my head and I felt hot cum splash on my shoulder and neck as my body jackknifed and shuddered.

Suzy had disengaged the drive and draped her sweaty body over the handlebars, no longer pedaling as the flywheel still whirring behind her. She slowly stood up from seat and let the wet dildo flop out of her, got of the bike, wobbled over and collapsed into the chair next to me. “Oh my God. It made it even better having an audience.”

“Always happy to help” I mumbled. “When are you going to make something like that for guys?”

She looked me over with sex glazed eyes, from where my pants were gathered around my ankles to the streamers of semen decorating my chest. “I think I already did” she smirked and tossed me a greasy shop rag.

She has spent the day in front of a vast green screen, acting against imaginary costars who had yet to sign on to the sequel to last summer’s blockbuster, and then had come home exhausted to a vast and empty house. She wonders if maybe she should get one of those small, fuzzy dogs that she sees other starlets carrying around in handbags, or a boyfriend to replace the one who’d left last month. “Fuck that” she thinks.

As her soapy hands find their way across her small, tired body, her hands linger between her legs. She peers out across the white expanse of her cavernous bathroom, out through the open door, into her bedroom to the nightstand next to her bed where she keeps a vibrator. It was given to her by a boyfriend last year. She’d gotten rid of the boyfriend but kept the vibrator. She sees the stack of magazines on top of the nightstand, each one with her face on the cover. She’s been spending a lot of time paging through them, looking for signs of decline. The last time she’d used that vibrator, she’d thought about the men all around the world who’d jerked off looking at the perfectly Photoshopped pictures of her in those magazines, all the hard cocks of faceless men pumping out hot come just for her. She remembers how she felt afterwards.

“Fuck that shit!” She says it aloud this time, and in a cockney accent she’d perfected when she was 14 after seeing “My Fair Lady”. The accent had driven her family, and later her boyfriends, crazy.

She rolls a small, dark nipple between her fingers as she opens her legs to the rain-soft shower spray. “This is just not going to do it for me,” she thinks, and wishes she had a massaging detachable shower head like the one in the bathroom when she was a teenager. She squats down close to the marble tile and presses her fingers between her shaved pussy lips (she never can bring herself to get waxed) and finds the tip of her clit. Her fingers gently trail down her cleft, then further, finding her asshole.

She sighs, closes her eyes and sits back onto the floor of the shower, pressing a manacured fingertip into her ass and rubbing her clit in earnest now. She pushes away the image of all those hard cocks lighting up a map of the world with little pulsing red lights. Another image, real this time, of her publicist laughing as she tossed her a ziplock containing underwear a fan had mailed in: tighty-whiteys decorated with a come stain and a small, cloth name tag meticulously whipstitched to the waistband. Now she sees a crowd of fans, young men, leaning out over a red velvet rope to get her picture, to get her autograph, wanting so badly to touch her.

“No.” She doesn’t want to think about those things anymore. She opens her eyes and looks down, taking account of her taught belly and slim hips with the stretch marks that they always retouch in all her pictures. There’s her birthmark, the size of a quarter high on the inside of her left thigh, another frequent victim of Photoshop. Her high school boyfriend had always stopped and kissed it before he “ate her out”. Once, he had given her a matching hickey on the inside of her other thigh. The scar above her left knee is from falling off her horse when she was 16.

Her pussy is demanding her full attention now, and she rolls onto her back, pulling her knees up to her chest. The warm spray splashes down onto her open body and she plunges her fingers inside herself, then rubs her clit furiously and stretches out on the slippery marble, her back arching, legs clamped tightly together, hearing nothing but her own voice, lost to the throbbing between her legs.

She gets to her feet slowly, feeling where her bones had pressed into the stone. “That’s better! Nothin’ like a wank to cure what ails ya!” she says in her cockney.

Later, after she’d finished showering, she threw the stack of magazines on her nightstand into the trash.

I caught the next wave and rode it all the way to the beach where Ani was already waiting for me, her board under her arm and her short, brown hair plastered to her head in a salty pompadour. She looked ridiculously cute standing there grinning, squinting into the low sun. Sparkling drops of cold brine clung to her lips and eyelashes and dripped off her strong jaw.

“Nice nose ride hula girl!” I said, making her grin even wider. She laughed and popped her big, brown eyes, then stuck out her tongue at me as I pantomimed her signature hip wiggling. We teased each other constantly and since she was a better surfer than I was, I felt it was my duty to give her shit when I had the opportunity.

Ani reveled in being a tease and I was her willing victim. I’d met her through a friend, Sara, almost six weeks ago. Sara didn’t surf, but like a lot of non-surfers thought all surfers must have some deep bond. In some way she was right, but in general I don’t like surfers in spite of the fact that my closest friends are of that persuasion. So, when Sara told me that her friend Ani was a surfer and that she’d introduce us, I said “I don’t know, I’m kinda grumpy and not great at making new friends.”

“You need new friends, and she’s cute”

She rolled her eyes at my sudden change of expression. She handed me a piece of paper. “Her name’s Ani. That’s her number, give her a call. I told her you might call.”

Damn, I should have seen that coming. “Another ‘perfect match’ for me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you out, stop being so damn ungrateful.” She said, trying to sound hurt. The last few dates she’d set me up with had been well publicized disasters, but she knew I’d give a surfer girl a call and did the next afternoon.

Ani and I had actually never gone on a date, but had spent plenty of hours in the water together at a beach near the city, meeting up after work, flirting and surfing for a few hours until it got dark and then saying goodbye in the parking lot. This was the first time I’d suggested we take a drive up the coast an hour to Bolinas, a weird but charming little beach town with a surf break that could be pretty fun sometimes. Scoring good surf wasn’t the real impetus behind me suggesting the visit. A family friend owned a cottage there, a few houses in from the beach and he let me use it sometimes when no one was renting it. I hoped that the sensual after-effects of a day in the water might result in Ani letting me take her there, peel off her wetsuit, and fuck her silly. I really wasn’t counting on it, but the surf was good enough to make the drive over the twisty Marin roads worth it regardless.

We strolled up the beach with our boards tucked under our arms, casting long shadows against the crumbling, brown cliffs. The low tide had left room for us to walk side-by-side in front of the sea wall covered with graffiti towards the old concrete boat ramp that led up to the street.

“That was really great. Felt really good.” I said. I was nervous. I looked over and Ani had a smirk on her face. She was thinking something over, I could tell. I felt a shiver of excitement run down into my gut.

“Yeah, I feel awesome. There’s not a whole lot of things that make me feel as good, you know?” Again, a smirk as she glanced over at me. “I saw you get some nice ones!”

“A couple.” I said modestly, but I felt myself inflate with a sense of boyish pride.

Then she hip checked me, catching me right in mid stride, almost knocking me over and sending me lurching around trying to keep from dropping my board. She swung her own board up over her head and scampered up the boat ramp, through the rusty gate, past the long hedge, and into the driveway in front of the cottage where I’d parked the car. I was right behind her. “Nice.” I said. “I drive you up here only to have you steal all the waves and physically abuse me afterwards!”

“Aww” she said in mock sympathy, sticking out her lower lip in a ridiculous pout. Her silly expression made me laugh but I was staring at her full lips bracketed by girlish dimples. She caught me and smiled softly.

We set our boards down carefully in the grass by the gate. “I’ll go get our clothes and stuff from the car. Be right back!” I ran the whole way to the parking lot and made it back a few minutes later with bags of clothes, shoes, and towels, breathing hard.

“Jeez buddy, why the all rush?” There was that smirk again!

“I don’t like to keep a lady waiting.” I replied sarcastically, but considering that I was panting I didn’t sound as cool as I’d intended. I bent down to get the key from it’s hiding place “Hey, no peeking at the secret spot!”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” She was looking at my ass, grinning.

I ignored her. “I don’t want you sneaking into Tom’s place and stealing his beer if I’m not here to help you drink it.”

“Aww, what, you don’t trust me?” she said, piling her gear onto her board and carrying the whole precarious pile across the yard.

I grabbed my stuff and followed her up onto the narrow porch of the small, shingled house. “Oh, I think you can be quite naughty.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know! By the way, your hair looks really funny, you know that?” I was just about to lock the gate behind us and we were face to face and standing close in the unkempt grass, close enough that I could see the salt drying on her thick eyebrows. She reached up and dragged her fingers up either side of my head, shaping my sticky hair into a faux-hawk. I felt it coming, but my knees still went weak when she dropped an arm around my neck and slowly pulled my face down to hers until her hungry warm mouth met mine. Her lips were salty and soft, her mouth opening, teeth smooth, tongue searching. I pulled her against me, reaching around and grasping a rubber sheathed ass cheek in each hand, pressing her hips into my hard cock straining against my wetsuit.

I pulled away, “Shit, let me lock the gate!” I gasped, my heart pounding. I turned away, my hand shaking as I bent down to fumble with the latch. I felt her touching my back, then moving down to my ass and giving each one of my buns a little squeeze. She giggled madly at my efforts to concentrate, but I got the damn gate locked.

“Come on, let’s shower off” and I took her hand and pulled across the yard to the small outdoor shower at the side of the house. “It’s only cold water so, you know, it’s pretty cold!” I was surprised at how turned on I was and it was making me sound stupid.

“Will a cold shower take care of this?” she said, smiling and palming the outline of my rock-hard erection through my suit.

“Nope, I don’t think so.” I feigned a thoughtful expression, pretending to be casual but my body felt like it was starting to vibrate a little.

“Maybe we should just keep our suits on? What do you think? It could be fun that way!” She turned around and pressed her ass against my erection, grinding back against me a few times. “No, come on, I want to take this thing off, help me.” She stepped away to undo the tight black rubber collar around her neck and tugged the heavy zipper down her back.

I melted at the sight of her muscular shoulders as I peeled her suit off, pulling it down each arm, past her elbows where the wet neoprene had a tendency to bind. She got her hands free, letting the top flop down around her waist and then turned to face me, her big breasts spilling out over the damp, stretched-out nylon of her green bikini top.

She grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cup her tits and then her mouth was on mine again, our lips greedily sucking, fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues. I slipped my hands under her top, feeling the heat gathered under her tits, sliding her hard nipples between my fingers and hearing her gasp a little into my open mouth as I gently pulled and rolled them under my palms.

Pulling away from me she chuckled “You’re turn”, and spun me around firmly by the shoulders. She unzipped me and pulled my suit down, hesitated, and then slowly kept pulling. My cock sprang free like some kind of ridiculous jack-in-the-box, and I felt her warm breath on the small of my back as she kept pulling and tugging. Now I was completely bare-ass but with each ankle shackled in a mound of wet rubber.

“Watcha going to do now?” she asked.

I was screwed and she knew it. I was going to have perform some variation of a potato sack race and hop over to the small wooden bench that was some ways away in order to sit down and pull the suit off. The problem was that hopping around with an erect penis is probably one of the more undignified things a guy can do, second only to hopping around while holding your erection in your hand to keep it from flopping around. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, silently giggling at my predicament. I chose the lesser of two evils and shuffling so that I was pointing in the right direction, looked out heroically towards an imaginary horizon, planted my hands on my hips, and hopped to the bench, my cock slapping madly against my belly.

Ani stood in front of me still laughing, her hips at eye level, inviting me to pull down the rest of her suit. I grabbed it and had it down to her knees in one pull. She sat down and I got up and knelt in front of her.

“See, I’m still helping you, even after you publicly humiliate me that that. I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?”

I had a great view and looked hungrily between her legs, her bikini bottom clinging to her pussy lips. “Uh-huh!” She spread her legs a little wider with an expectant expression on her face, but I wanted to tease her the way she deserved. I took hold of her right foot as if to help her free it from the leg of her suit, but instead I took a firm grip with both hands and I popped her big toe into my mouth, quickly swirling my tongue around and down between her toes.

She convulsed like there was an electric current arcing up her spine. She shrieked in laughter and twisted, trying to pull away, but I had her right where I wanted her with her legs tightly bound together. I took her some more toes in my mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” she shrieked, gripped the bench with one hand, knuckles whitening. She clamped her thighs tightly together around her other hand which was had flown to her crotch and was crammed hard between legs. “Stop! Fuck, I can’t take it!”

I let go of her foot, freed her legs with a couple good pulls of her wetsuit, and stood up, laughing. “Come on, lets rinse off.”

“Shit, that felt so intense, I thought I’d kick your teeth out my accident!” Her face was flushed and her voice husky. I thought I detected a slight wobble as she stepped over to join me under the cold water spray.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back to rinse my hair, the water stung my scalp and poured down my chest in icy rivulets making me gasp. Then I felt my legs almost buckle as her hot mouth suddenly engulfed my cock. Her mouth was like a furnace around me, her tongue flicking against the most sensitive spot, the suction at the back of her throat tugging at my foreskin. I steadied myself against some rickety latticework as she continued to suck and pull at me with two hands. “There’s no way I’m taking a chance at accidentally cumming” I told myself, so I reached down and brought her face up to mine, kissing her hard as I pulled off her bikini top. I cupped her tits and bent down, taking a hard, brown nipple into my mouth, her large areolas dimpling in the cold water. She sighed and gently stroked my cock as I moved my mouth from breast to breast, lost in their fullness and weight and the taste of her skin.

In spite of the cold water her face was flushed. Her breathing was fast and loud in my ear as I put my hand down into her bottoms and cupped her furry mound, a small feverish animal in the palm of my hand. Her slit was slippery and swollen and I traced its length slowly and deliberately with a finger, then pressing harder I let it slip past her clit. The breath caught in her throat and her body sagged against me. “Fuck yeah. God that feels so good.” She whispered into my ear. Her fingers tightened around my throbbing prick.

I desperately wanted to fuck her. The thought of pushing my cock deep into her was almost more than I could handle. Kneeling behind her, I pulled down her bikini bottoms to her ankles and she kicked them off. I reveled in her nakedness, running my hands up her full hips, into the curves of her slim waist and down again. She turned her back to me as she looked hungrily over her shoulder. Her glorious ass was in my face. She pulled up her her ass cheeks and spread them wide, letting the shower spray run down into her crack. “You like that, huh?” she said.

“I can’t get enough of looking at you.” I replied. And then, just because I wanted to use the word, I whispered “and I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Uh-huh.” Her teeth flashed in smile. “But first I want to watch you stroke it.”

“You mean stroke you…?” I was confused, and it made her chuckle.

“No, I want to watch you, you know, jerk off.” She looked a little embarrassed by her own request, but I could tell by the way her eyes widened as she watched me consider it that the really turned her on.

I reached back and turned off the shower. “Ok, but I’ll need a little something for strength.” I knelt down in front of her. A short swath of thick, black hair decorated the top of her mound but I could see that further down that her pussy lips were smooth and hairless. “She must have shaved this morning” I thought. I reveled in the idea that she might have been thinking of me as she carefully shaved herself. I pulled her hips into me, her hands were on the back of my head guiding me into her bush. She smelled fantastic, a strangely delicious mix of neoprene and lavender soap, and then the deep and unmistakable musk of her wet pussy. “You smell so fucking good!” I said and inhaling and exhaling deeply several times into her crotch, sending her off into a giggle fit.

She took a wider stance and tilted her hips up and I gently kissed her pussy. I kissed her as slowly and as softly as I could, feeling her moisture on my lips. I wanted to let her anticipation build and she impatiently pulled my face closer but she was so wet and smelled so good that I couldn’t resist the urge to push my tongue into her and taste her. She gasped as I took long licks, searching deeply with the tip of my tongue and then sweeping up to flick across her clit, savoring her salty, slippery flesh. She trembled with each lick and flick, panting quietly.

I pressed my face into her pussy hard and then reached down and touched myself. My cock was wet with precum and I pulled back my foreskin and rubbed the slippery head. I started slowly stroking, feeling self conscious and tentative, but I forgot my inhibitions as a tingling fire spread from my cock down the inside of my shaking thighs and up into my belly. I licked her harder, sucking her whole labia and clit into my mouth.

“Stop! Stop for a sec, I wanna watch you.” She pushed me away, breathing hard. I had to let go of her and reach back for the grass to catch myself from falling over. Now I was arched back, my knees folded under me, my hips rising up towards her, holding my erection in one hand and reaching back to support myself with the other. She looked down at my throbbing cock and we locked eyes as I began to stroke.

I started with long strokes, squeezing upwards to milk clear drops of slippery juice that dripped onto my belly in long, clear strands. As she stood there watching me, she reached down and started to rub her middle finger up and down between her swollen lips. No one had ever watched me jerk off before, and seeing her excitement at watching me engaged in this most private act sent a prickling heat all over my body. It felt like that energy was arcing between our sweating skins, the air in the space between us almost seemed to dance and shimmer with it. I pumped my fist up and down my swollen shaft faster and I watched her fingers dancing quickly between her legs.

We were both on the verge of cumming now. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth open and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Pressure was building deep in the base of my spine like someone was slowly pouring warm, heavy liquid into my body, filling me up. I was getting dizzy and close to the point of no return.

“Wait, wait! Stop!” Ani said. She pulled her hands out of her crotch, took a couple staggering steps until she was standing over me. Then she dropped down, straddling my bucking hips and collapsed on my chest, impaling herself on my aching cock. “Ahhhhh, fuuuuuck!” She yelled out in a strange deep voice and those were the last words I understood as I felt her soaking cunt clench around me as she began to cum.

Two deep thrusts into her spasming cunt and my eyes went dark and I couldn’t see her anymore, but her palms pressed my chest and her fingers dug between my ribs. My body was dissolving and condensing into one heavy bulb of inflamed flesh. There was a long moment of almost unbearable pressure, and then I heard her gasp as I pumped jets of cum inside her with fast, throbbing squirts.

Our hips slid together again and again in the slipperiness squeezed out from where our bodies were pressed together. “Keep going!” Ani hissed through her teeth and I did. I didn’t want to stop and so I kept thrusting up into her dripping pussy, my hunger only partially satisfied, my erection slowly softening.

After what seemed like a long time we stopped moving. We were completely silent. She lay down on top of me, carefully holding me inside her and we stayed like that our bodies a warm refuge against the evening chill, listening to the surf pound the seawall out beyond the shadowy hedge.

The last of the sunset was fading into indigo by the time we managed to stand, brushing itchy grass from our damp skin, shivering in the twilight. “That was…” she started, grinning. “Oh my God, my legs are still shaking.”

“My whole body is still shaking!” I stood there in a daze.

“Your getting cold.” She sighed and stretched her arms over her head. “Come on, I’m hungry!” Shoving me gently in the chest, she headed toward the little house.

“I bet Tom has something to eat in there,” I said, “and if the fridge is empty, there’s always your toes!”

“Bastard!” she yelled over her shoulder and I ran after her, naked and wobbly and my heart bursting with gratitude.

There was food and beer in the fridge, and wood for the stove, clean sheets in the bedroom, and the surf was still looking good when the sun rose the next morning.