An Afternoon With Lynda

My Uncle John is 5 years older than I am. He is my mother's youngest brother. When he turned 20, he married Lynda, who is 2 years younger than him - so Lynda is only 3 years older than me.Uncle John lived at home with his parents (my grandparents), about 300 miles from us, so my parents and I didn't get to see them all that often. The year that I was 14, we traveled there for Christmas.Uncle John and Lynda were dating at the time, and he brought Lynda over to meet all of us. I was immediately attracted to Lynda. She was a senior in high school that year, and she was so hot! Kind of tall - 5 ft 10 inches (I was 5-11 then) and slender. She had beautiful red hair tied into a pony tail, bright blue eyes, freckles on her face and arms, and cute dimples when she smiled. Redheads with their hair in pony tails have always made me horny. And Lynda had on a very subtle but sexy smelling perfume.Lynda was wearing a sweater that showed her shape very well. Her breasts were ( I guessed) about 32B in size. Her waist was 24 inches - as stated by the label on her Levi's blue jeans. And those jeans really showed her shapely legs and emphasized her firm butt. I remember when she sat down on the bench by the family table and crossed her legs - the inseam of her jeans tightened up between her butt cheeks, and her ass had the shape of an upside-down Valentine heart. I had to go sit on the other side of the table so I wouldn't be caught staring at her shapely rear.Lynda was very friendly and outgoing with everybody. Quick to smile, she would listen when anyone else was speaking, and she even smiled and winked at me a couple of times.After dinner that evening, Uncle John took Lynda back home. About a year before, I had learned to masturbate, so that night I had a nice solo jack-off session in the shower, imagining what Lynda would look like naked there in there with me. When I woke up the next morning, I had erection from the dream I was having about Lynda, and had another quick wank in the bathroom before breakfast.It was the next year, when I was 15 and Lynda was 18, that Uncle John and Lynda got married. We drove to my grandparent's place a couple of days early so we could all visit with other family members. But my eyes were on Lynda all the time that she was there. So beautiful, so sexy. And at the wedding she looked fabulous in her white gown.That night, after she and Uncle John left on their honeymoon, I jacked off again into a bunch of tissues that I took to bed with me, imagining that Lynda was giving Uncle John a full workout on their wedding night. Lucky Uncle John!Fast forward a couple of years, and I graduated from high school. That summer, before heading off to college, I drove to my grandparents' place to visit with them and Uncle John and Aunt Lynda for a week. Uncle John and Aunt Lynda came over to visit the first evening, and I was happy to see that Lynda looked even better than before. Her face had lost most of its freckles, her breasts had filled out a little more, but her waist, ass and legs were still just like I remembered. Her sexy red hair was even longer than before, hanging down past her shoulder blades. And she was again wearing that perfume that I remembered so well from before.While we were catching up on things, I called them Uncle John and Aunt Lynda. Uncle John chuckled and said, "Joe, you don't have to call us Uncle and Aunt. Since we're all so close in age, it seems kind of silly. Just John and Lynda will be good.""Okay, John and Lynda it is," I replied. And Lynda smiled and winked again.John and Lynda lived a couple of miles away from my grandparents, on a few acres set back from the road about a hundred yards. They owned an older farmstead home, with a wraparound porch that had a porch swing. Lynda was working as a legal secretary for a law firm in a nearby town. John had a small business with a couple of pieces of heavy equipment (a bulldozer and a backhoe) that he used for excavation jobs on the farms and ranches in the area. The week that I was there at my grandparents, he had to go work a three-day job a couple hundred miles away - too far to drive back home every night.The next evening (Thursday), Lynda came over to visit with us. Nice visit, and we all had a good time chatting and playing some card games. Just before she left to go back home, Lynda looked at me and said, "Joe, why don't you drive over to our place tomorrow? It's Friday, and I've got the day off - the partners in the firm have gone to a management retreat, and the rest of us don't have to go in. Why don't you come over around 11? With John out at the construction job, I could use the company. I'll fix us some lunch and we can maybe go fishing in the pond. Or whatever. Wear something comfortable." Once more with the smile and wink."Uh, sure. Sounds great. I'll see you then."Well, my imagination was working overtime. I was excited that I'd get to be alone with Lynda for the first time. She was 21 then, and I was only 18. Not that much separation between us. But I kept telling myself that she was married to my uncle, and I was still probably a kid to her, so nothing could possibly happen. She just wanted me to come over so we could get to know each other better - nothing more than that. But it still didn't keep me from having another wank session that night thinking of lovely Lynda before I could go to sleep.The next morning, I showered and dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. I got to John and Lynda's place right at 11 o'clock. When I knocked, Lynda opened the door and gave me a big hug as she invited me in. I smelled that subtle but sexy perfume that I remembered from before. She had her red hair in a pony tail again, almost like she knew what turned me on.Lynda was wearing a pair of really faded cut-off jean shorts that were tattered on the bottom with the front pockets hanging below the tatters. Not really Daisy Duke shorts, but getting close. They revealed a lot of long, tanned legs on Lynda. And she was wearing a white t-shirt with John's company logo on the front - not too loose, but yet not very tight over her breasts. But as she moved, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra either. And she had a simple pair of running shoes on her feet. Her beauty and smell and proximity to me started to wake up my cock."Let's go into the kitchen," Lynda suggested. "You sit at the table, and we'll chat while I'll fix up some sandwiches." That's what we did.I don't really remember what we talked about - I was looking at Lynda as she was standing at the counter making lunch. Her pony tail swinging as she talked and moved around. Her long tanned legs down below those tattered cut-offs. Her superb ass gently swaying as she moved.I swear those cut-offs were made from the very same blue jeans that she was wearing on that night when we first met. Levi's with the now-faded tag stating that her waist was still 24 inches. And they were so very much hugging her fine ass. I envied those shorts. Every now and then, Lynda would turn around and catch me looking. She didn't say anything, but just smiled and winked. And I kept imagining her naked.Then Lynda sat down at the table across from me, and we had our sandwiches and chips. We talked about her work, the plans she and John had for kids in another couple of years, and my plans for college and after. It was a warm summer day, and the house windows were open. I guess both got a little drowsy from the lunch and the warm air. I yawned, then so did Lynda. But when she yawned, she put her arms up and behind her head and leaned back, pushing her breasts forward, causing her nipples to poke up against the t-shirt material. And of course I was looking.This time, Lynda said, "Better not let your eyes pop out." But she wasn't mad - just that sexy dimpled smile, and an even longer wink of one eye at me. "Let's go walk out by the pond. Do you want to take the fishing poles?""Let's just go without the poles," I said. "If we catch anything, then my hands will stink like fish. I showered just before I came over. So just walking and talking and looking at the pond is fine by me."Their pond was about a quarter mile behind the house, with a bunch of oak and pecan trees providing some shade. A small stream kept it filled, and there were obviously fish in it. We just slowly walked side by side, looking around. When we got to the shade by the pond, Lynda sat down in a grassy area, looked up at me and patted the ground beside her, inviting me to sit with her. We sat there for a quite a while chatting about stuff, but I couldn't help it - I just had to look at Lynda and her sexy body and long legs. The perfume scent was still there, and it was difficult for me to not try to snuggle and kiss her. Lynda must have been thinking the same way - her breathing got a little faster, and she had a slight blush on her face.Suddenly, she said. "Let's go back to the house. I'll make some lemonade, and we can sit on the porch swing and talk some more.""Okay." I stood up, and Lynda reached out her hand so I could help her stand. Her hand felt hot in mine, and maybe I held it a few seconds longer than I intended. Or maybe she didn't pull it away for a few seconds. We each looked at each other - me gazing into her bright blue eyes. Then I cleared my throat, and we both looked away. Lynda suddenly took off towards the house, and it took me a couple of seconds to catch up. But I admit, I did enjoy seeing her behind moving as she walked. We slowed our pace and walked side by side.Before we got to the house, Lynda reached over and grabbed my hand with hers, and she kind of sighed as we walked the rest of the way holding hands. But she released my hand just before we walked inside.Back in the kitchen once again, I sat in the same chair as before, and watched her from behind as she cut and squeezed lemons into a pitcher. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like Lynda was moving her fine ass side to side a bit more than the first time. And when she put the sugar into the pitcher and stirred it, the motion of her ass caused my cock to start growing.Lynda put ice in two glasses and filled them with the fresh lemonade. "Okay, let's go out front now."She grabbed a couple of small kitchen towels to take with us. "In case one of us spills our lemonade," Lynda said.We both kicked off our shoes as we sat down on the swing - fairly close to each other but not touching, and we just chatted a bit as we looked towards the road and watched the light traffic go by.Lynda looked over at me and I looked over at her. I figured I should apologize to Lynda for my earlier staring. "Lynda...""Joe..."We both spoke at the same time. She smiled and told me to go ahead."Lynda, I apologize if I made you uncomfortable staring at you before. I'm sorry...""That doesn't bother me a bit," she replied. Then she hesitated a bit."Go ahead, tell me what you were going to say earlier," I said."Joe...." Lynda started. Then she stopped and looked embarrassed. She blushed a bit, and her freckles really began to show again. She took a deep breath, and started again. "Joe, I hope you don't think I'm a bad person or anything. But damn, you're so good looking."I was surprised, because I never thought of myself as good looking. Sure, I was still in fairly good shape from high school sports and gym, but I wasn't one of those guys that girls drooled over. At least I didn't think so. I smiled back at Lynda and said, "Really? Me? You're the one that's good looking. You're beautiful, and sexy and just so damn hot. I'm not sure that I can sit here beside you on this swing much longer without wanting to hold you and kiss you.""Well, maybe you should try that," Lynda smiled and gave me a really big wink. I guess she was controlling her embarrassment a bit.So I put both of our lemonade glasses on the floor next to the porch railing there in front of the swing, and moved over and put my arms around Lynda. She closed her eyes as she let me kiss her on her lips. Her perfume smelled so arousing to me. I kissed her a little harder. She sighed a bit, and then she got into the kiss more as we explored each other's tongue tips. After a minute or so, we came up for air. I could tell that we were both getting aroused, but I was a bit conflicted about was happening."Lynda, you're married to my uncle. Uncle John. Your husband. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. I do want to, but if you don't, I can live with that," I told her."Joe, Joe, Joe...." she said. "I won't do anything that will cause problems in my marriage to John. We have a great sex life, but recently it's not what it was in the first year of our marriage. My work at the law firm has a lot of pressure sometimes, and I'm just too tense and exhausted to do much at night when John's in the mood. And there are nights when I'm horny but John has just put in 10 or more rough hours on his damn bulldozer, and he can barely stay awake through dinner. It just seems like our schedules don't work out. Maybe I'm oversexed a bit." Lynda chuckled. "Well, actually I'm oversexed a lot.It's been over a month since John and I have real full-on orgasm sex. I'm so fucking horny right now. I'm tired of trying to find the opportunity to masturbate and get myself off. Now John's away working, I'm home alone. And here you are, all handsome and so sexy looking. I liked being around you back when you were 14 and I was 17. Now that we're both older, I really like being around you even more. And I really want to do something with you right here, right now."I sat there, kind of stunned, thinking how I should reply to that. But before I could start talking again, Lynda said, "I've got an idea. We won't go back into the house. I would probably want to drag you off to bed and fuck your brains out. But that wouldn't be right for John or you or me. So let's just stay out here, have some more lemonade, get close and see what happens. We won't fuck, but we can play around a bit. Or a lot. Sound good to you?""Hell, yes! That sounds like a great idea. I want to feel you all over and play with your sexy parts and make you happy. And I really want to see that lovely ass of yours.""Well, maybe so. I’ve caught you looking at my ass more than once. Let me refill our drinks, then." Lynda stood up and bent over to pick up the lemonade glasses, wiggling her ass at me. Still bent over, she turned her head to see if I was looking at her ass. I was! She smiled and winked as she verified that, then she stood up and went into the house. When she returned with the filled glasses, I took a sip and was surprised but happy to taste that she had added a good amount of rum to the lemonade. Nice!We each sipped about half of our glasses of spiked lemonade, not even talking, just kind of looking towards the road and then to each other. There was a bit of tension between us, like something was about to happen, but we didn't know if it should. I took the initiative again, and removed her glass from her hand and put both of them in the same spot as earlier. I moved closer to Lynda, and we started kissing again. This time she got more into it, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I reciprocated when she pulled her tongue back again.Lynda was sitting to my right, so I put my right arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. As we kissed, I gently started stroking her breasts over her t-shirt with my left hand. Lynda moaned and rubbed my chest with her right palm. Her nipples were becoming harder as she got more turned on. Then she slid her hand up under my t-shirt, and gently rubbed and pinched my nipples. There must be a direct nerve path between a guy's nipples and his cock - because the more she rubbed my nipples the harder my cock grew.Since Lynda was playing with my nipples, I figured that turnabout was fair play. I moved my left hand down and then up under her t-shirt, getting my first feel of her perfect breasts. So perky, not even a hint of sag. Firm, and hot. And her now hard nipples felt even hotter on my palm. I slowly massaged both of them, and gently pinched them, just as Lynda was doing to mine. We both kept our lips locked together as she explored my chest and I explored breasts and nipples.With a bit of a groan, Lynda pulled her lips away from mine, and pushed away a bit. ‘Damn, it!’ I thought. 'Is she going to stop now?'"Joe, I want you to make me cum....." Lynda softly said to me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Please, I want you to finger fuck me until I cum. And I'll make you cum, too.""But, where?" I asked. "You said you don't want to go in the house. And we're awfully close to the road, aren't we? Somebody might see us. Or could the neighbors hear us if we get loud?""No, it's okay out here. The closest neighbor is a half mile away. And I've actually looked at this porch from the road with something like this in mind. I've wanted to do this with John, but it hasn't happened yet. The road is kind of far away for anyone to get a clear view. At least I think so. We won't get naked, but we can go as far as we want with our clothes mostly still on. And it'll be kind of kinky to know that we're doing it outside, and maybe possibly someone could see us. Please....""All right, whatever you say and whatever you want. I'll do my best to make sure that you cum. And I'll try not to cum too soon, but it might happen. I don't have sex all that often. A couple of girls and I have rubbed on each other a lot, so I'm kind of used to holding back. Maybe I can today..."We moved back together and resumed kissing and feeling each other and getting a lot more active. But the porch swing was kind of a problem - it moved when we didn't want it to. It was distracting to say the least. But the fix was easy enough - there was a wooden loveseat just down the porch a few feet, with nice soft cushions on it. We moved over there and resumed our mutual kissing and body exploration.Lynda let me pull her t-shirt up over her breasts, giving me my first look at them. I moved back a bit and let her lean back on the loveseat, while I looked at and rubbed those fantastic titties. I could hear the occasional car passing on the road, but there was nothing unusual sounding. And she was right - it was very kinky and highly erotic to know that we were outside and maybe could be seen.Lynda grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to her breasts. She used her right hand to cup her left breast and present her nipple to my lips. Taking the hint, I flicked my tongue several times over her stiff nipple, and then sucked on it hard. That really caused her to moan, and she dropped her hand down to her crotch and started rubbing herself. I moved to her other breast and repeated, and Lynda was obviously getting hotter and more aroused.I sat back up and pulled her to me, and used my left hand to move down to her crotch, where she was still rubbing herself. I slowly stroked up and down on the inside of her left thigh, gently pressing on that long muscle that goes right up to the vaginal area. Squeezing there a little bit made her tense her leg muscles and moan some more. Then I moved my hand under hers on the outside of her zipper, rubbing her covered pussy lips and clit. Lynda opened her legs a little wider to give me more room, and I took advantage of that, cupping my full palm over her pussy, and wrapped my middle finger down to her anal area, pressing the seam of her shorts towards it while I moved my hand up and down rapidly over her pussy. A few rapid strokes up and down, and I felt her legs tense up and squeeze my hand."I'm cumming, Joe. I'm cumming," she said softly. Lynda had just had a small light orgasm.As I continued to press and rub on the outside of her shorts, Lynda got even more excited and squirmy. She moved her left hand over to my crotch, and started feeling my very hard cock through my shorts.As she slowly stroked my cock, I worked my finger up under the leg of her shorts. It was a bit difficult because her shorts were so tight, but I managed to work a finger in and discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear. My finger traced the outside of her pussy lips, but I really couldn't get any deeper or have much access to her clit. And Lynda was about to make me cum, so I pulled my hand out from her pants leg and used it to grab her hand and stop her from stroking my cock."Better slow down, or I'll cum," I told her. And she did, for a couple of seconds anyway.We were both panting by this time. I tongued her nipples some more. She started stroking my cock again. I worked to unbutton and unzip her cutoffs. Finally with the zipper down, I pushed both sides of her open cutoffs to the sides and had full access to the front of her pussy. Lynda was nicely trimmed, with just a strip of hair centered above it. She was fully shaved everywhere else - around her pussy lips and the inside of her thighs.Now, understand that we were outside in full daylight in the middle of the afternoon, and I had a great view of her pussy area. Her t-shirt was still up over her breasts, so I could see those beautiful tits, her firm flat tummy, her cute "innie" navel, and the landing strip of hair leading down to her pussy. And by then there was an erotic aroma of arousal mixing with that perfume that I smelled on her. I worked my middle finger lightly up and down between her lower lips, lubricating it so I could gently rub her clit.Well, with the kinkiness of us being outdoors and me rubbing her clit, Lynda got really worked up! She reached over and opened up my shorts. I was wearing underwear, so she put her hand inside and grabbed the end of my very erect cock and rubbed the generous amount of pre-cum all over it. A few more strokes and there it was!"I'm cumming! Shit, Lynda! I'm cumming! I'm sorry, but that feels too good - I'm cumming!" I shouted. Lynda continued to slide her fingers up and down the backside of my spurting cock while her palm deflected most of my cum onto my lower belly into my pubic hair. After I stopped spurting cum, she kept her hand inside my underwear on my softening cock, as I came down from my orgasm high."Damn, I'm sorry, Lynda..." I apologized. "I didn't want to cum so soon. I wanted to last longer. But that felt so fucking good...." I kind of sighed.Lynda looked right into my eyes. "Joe, if you think we're finished already, you've got another think coming. You've got more work to do. Yes, I did cum a small one earlier. But I want a big one. And I'm not finished with you yet, either."She reached over and picked up one to the kitchen towels that she had brought out. She used that to wipe my cum off of her other hand, then she wiped up as much as she could of what was on my cock and pubic hair. She eased back beside me, and said "Let's get back to it!"Her t-shirt had dropped down over her breasts, so as we kissed a bit more, I raised her t-shirt back up and sucked on her titties, flicking my tongue over the ends of her again hardening nipples. I noticed that she squirmed and moaned when I tightened down on them with my lips. So I lifted my left hand up and began to pinch her nipples a bit harder. She moaned. My cock started to get hard again."Oh yes, Joe! Pinch my nipples! That feels so good!" as she said that, she reached one hand down to her still open shorts and slid a finger in between her pussy lips. What a great thing for me to watch! We both got more aroused, and I guess I may have pinched a little too hard. "Ouch, that's enough for now," she said softly.With that, she grabbed my hand and put it back down onto her pussy, pressing my middle finger where hers had been. Then she lifted the finger that just came out of her pussy and sniffed it. She smiled, then put it under my nose. I had never smelled anything that erotic before! Then, to make it even better, she slowly pushed that juicy finger inside my mouth, letting me get a taste of her pussy juices. When I had licked it clean, Lynda suddenly kissed me again, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting her own juices that lingered there. My cock had become extremely hard again.Her pussy was flowing thick clear juices, coating my finger. As Lynda opened her legs wider, I pushed a second finger inside, curling them, stroking her inside and rubbing her clit with the base of my thumb. With my fingers still inside of her, Lynda raised her butt up off the cushions and used her hands to work her cutoffs down to her knees, and then wiggled her legs back and forth until she had her shorts completely off, laying in a pile there on the porch floor.So there she was with only had her t-shirt still on, bunched up above her breasts. She spread her legs wide. "Okay, Joe. Now there's nothing in the way. Finger fuck me hard. Make me cum hard!"I kept working my fingers in and out of her pussy harder and faster, enjoying the slurping sounds as she got wetter and wetter. I leaned over and again licked and sucked on her nipples, alternating between them. And that gave me a good view as Lynda reached her right hand down and put one finger under my hand and starting circling her clit, intermittently pressing onto it really hard. She put her other hand over mine, guiding me so my strokes were the way she wanted. I could feel her getting tense, about to cum. I sucked harder on one of her nipples, and she began to tense up all over.I raised my head so I could watch her, and I saw her tits and upper chest start getting red as her orgasm started. I could feel my own cock throbbing, wanting another release."Joe! Joe! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she started shouting. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, letting her use both hands to finger her pussy and clit the way she wanted. But I wanted to keep going too, so I used my middle finger to rub her thick pussy juices down onto her ass hole, and lightly pressed my finger onto that other opening. She tensed up again, and I thought she didn't want me to do that. But then I felt her raise her right leg up and move it farther over, giving me more access to her butt. I lightly pressed a little more, and I felt the tip of my finger slip inside."Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Lynda repeated over and over. Then "Yes, push it in hard!" My finger penetrated deeper past her brown ring as she fingered herself harder and faster. "Harder! Deeper! Fuck, I'm cumming again! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"Her body and legs stiffened so much that I had to pull my finger out, afraid that I would hurt her. She orgasm-spasmed many more times, moaning with her eyes closed.My cock was pulsing almost painfully hard, but I could only stare at Lynda in wonder as she had her extended orgasm. In my limited experience, I had never seen anyone cum so hard and so long. Finally, she laid back limp, almost like she had passed out. Slowly, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and smiled at me."Fuck, Joe. No one has ever made me cum like that. No one, not even John on our honeymoon. When you put your finger in my ass, it sent me over the top like nothing else ever has. And I've put things in there myself. But I guess it was three hands all working at the same time that did it."I just sat there, wondering if she would keep her promise and make me cum again. It was almost like Lynda was reading my mind."Now, it's your turn, Joe" She slowly stood up and reached down to pick up her shorts."Lynda, before you do that. Can I ask a favor, please?""Sure, Joe. What is it?""Let me have a good look at your backside. And I want to touch it and feel it. One of the things I noticed about you when we first met was your ass. It looked so good in your tight Levi's. I had to sit across the table from you so I wouldn't keep staring at it."Lynda chuckled at that. "I thought maybe that was the case back then. And every time I winked at you a little bit, you'd turn red. Okay, here's your chance."She backed up to me, looking over her shoulder as I gazed at her lovely ass. Then I slowly reached forward and caressed both sides with my hands. I even leaned foreward and kissed each cheek. My cock was now straining the front of my underwear. But when I started to stroke my finger down her crack, she stepped away to stop me."Nope, no more of that. You'll get me aroused again, and it's my turn to give you a good orgasm."Lynda put her cutoffs back on and got her t-shirt arraigned again. I was kind of disappointed that I couldn't see her tits and ass any more.But then she knelt down in front of me and slowly pulled my shorts off. I still had on my t-shirt and underwear. She moved in between my legs and leaned forward so she could kiss me hard. Her belly was pressed against my cock as she raised up my t-shirt and gently tweaked both of my nipples. My cock responded by twitching hard. Lynda felt that against her belly. She kissed me again, then moved back, letting her hands slide down my chest and pull my underwear out and over my cock and then all the way off. Now I was like she was earlier, wearing nothing but my t-shirt.Lynda gently pulled my cock towards her, fingering it lightly. She looked at it in approval. "I can tell that you're John's nephew. Your cock is almost identical to his," she said quietly. "Yours might be just a bit longer. Or maybe because you have less fat, it looks longer. His may be a bit thicker, but maybe that's because he has a little more fat," she mused.Then she used one finger to spread some of the clear pre-cum that was really flowing out of my pee-hole. She picked up a big glob with the end of her finger, brought it up to her nose to sniff it, then slowly licked it off with her tongue. I'm staring at her all the while, thinking that was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Or felt. Or imagined. And my cock once again responded by twitching.Lynda looked at me with a smile and gave me another of her sexy winks. "He seems to be begging for more." Then she put her head down and kissed the end of it. I moaned in delight. Using that as her cue, she put the end of it in her mouth, and circled the finger and thumb around my shaft and stroked slowly up and down. That was the best thing I ever felt before, and because we were outdoors in full daylight I could watch her while she did it. She sucked lightly, and swirled her tongue all around my cock head."Lynda, that feels great. But I may not last very long again.""Well, just cum whenever you feel like it. You made me cum so hard, you can cum anytime it hits you."Lynda reached over and grabbed the kitchen towel, and spread it over my chest, covering my t-shirt with it. And then she resumed sucking and stroking my cock. She looked up at me and smiled while doing that. I began to feel my approaching orgasm. Lynda could sense it, too. She slid her palm over the tip of my cock, getting as much pre-cum as she could onto it for lube. By then she was using her full hand to stroke me.Staring into my eyes, Lynda put her left index finger into her mouth, coating it with her saliva. Then she put that finger right onto my anal opening, pushing lightly. And she stroked faster with her other hand, smiling and watching me tense up."Fuck, I'm cumming, Lynda! That's it, I'm cumming!" As I started spurting, she pushed the end of her finger inside me. After my cock shot out about 3 large spurts, she pushed her finger even further in, and rapidly moved it in and out a very short distance, causing my muscles to contract hard and my prostate to spasm, and force out the largest amount of cum that I believe I've ever had. She left that finger in until I had completely stopped my spasms, and the she slowly removed it as I relaxed."That felt so damn good," I told her. "I've never felt anything so wonderful before. Lynda, thank you, thank you, thank you!"Lynda leaned forward and kissed up the stream of cum that was still trickling out of the end of my cock. Then she smiled and winked again, and sat down beside me. There we were, laying back on the love seat, both pretty much washed out. Me almost totally nude except for my t-shirt, with my now floppy cock just lying there and Lynda dressed like she was when I first arrived.I watched as Lynda slowly unbuttoned her cutoffs again. She reached a finger inside and coated it with pussy juice once more. Then she leaned over to kiss me. I found that she had kept that last sip of my cum in her mouth. While we kissed, she put her pussy juice coated finger into my mouth. We both tasted that mix of her pussy and my cum. We sat and relaxed for quite a while longer, just holding hands and caressing each other."Well, I guess that I should get back to my grandparents place before it gets too late," I told her. "But I'm afraid they'll smell cum and pussy juice and know something's been going on."After a few seconds thinking, Lynda said "Well, we can go in the house and shower. Don't worry, I'm satisfied now so I won't drag you into the bedroom and fuck your brains out. As much as I would like to...."So that's what we did - we showered together. I got to see her fully nude then - and she was everything that I had imagined. Long legs, perfect ass, wonderful tits. I got to really feel all over her body, especially her ass. We had a great, long shower, giving ourselves another orgasm each.That was the only time Lynda and I got together like that. A couple of years later, she and John had their first of two kids - a boy and then a girl. She's still as beautiful and sexy today as she was then. When we get together for family gatherings, we'll share a smile. And if no one's looking, she'll lick her lips and give me that sexy wink. And that night, I’ll have another masturbation session, remembering that one time with Lynda and imagining what we might do if we had another opportunity.