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Fuckin' Intense

... do this again sometime,” Linda suggested. Both Charlie and I agreed. Linda and Charlie exchanged phone numbers and kissed. He then started up his Harley and rode away.

When he was gone, Linda shared more details with me. She told me about the size of his cock. She told me that his cock was no longer than mine but so much thicker. Charlie had filled her up entirely. (Bunny later told me that her nickname for him was “Coke Can Charlie.”) Linda described the amazing orgasms she had when she rode Charlie cowgirl style. She told me how his balls slapped against her ass when he fucked her doggy style. She enjoyed touching his muscular chest and arms while he banged her in the missionary position. She satisfied my curiosity by telling me how he shot his load all over her breasts, face, and hair after she licked his balls and cock. She said she never knew a guy could cum so much. She had wiped his cum off her face with the dress she had been wearing but missed some cum that remained in her hair. I told her how excited this all made me, and I asked her to fuck me next. She suggested that we could put it off until tomorrow because her pussy was so sore from his thick ...

... cock. She offered to jerk me off, but I decided to wait until she was ready to fuck me.

I went inside the tent and found her black dress. I was amazed when I saw how much Charlie had cum. I asked Linda if I had made the right choice by not joining them in the tent. She told me that she would not have minded it if I watched, but she was glad to have the time to be alone with Charlie. She said she got the impression that Charlie might not have been comfortable with having someone observing. She told me she felt extra sexy knowing I could only listen.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, “but sometimes it’s a turn-on for me if you’re not there. It’s like a totally different fantasy.” It was obvious that this would not be the last time she would want to fuck another guy without me.

“Just make sure you tell me all about it, ok?” I told her. I did want to be included, even if it was after the fact.

She smiled a sly little grin and teased me by saying, "Maybe." I had a feeling she would enjoy telling me about her adventures, and I would certainly enjoy hearing all about it. I knew this would open new paths for us, and we both were going to love it.