Man from nowhere (closed)

[Wolk]

In retrospect, it was an awfully stupid idea, but at the time of its conception the generals must have thought it would make a powerful statement, if nothing else. Georgiy Vishen, the USSR's young test pilot was to fly the newly designed stealth plane from Cuba right through the heart of the United States, bringing back photos and humiliating the big and powerful America in front of the whole world.

He nearly succeeded, too, making his way over Florida, then further north through Georgia, and over the mountains into Kentucky's foothills. That's where the problem came up, and an engine fire forced him to ditch. Of course, there was no way a plane like this could be allowed to fall into Western hands, and so Georgiy hit self-destruct, launching himself out of the cockpit, while the plane nearly evaporated in a powerful blast, leaving only tiny pieces of debris, which scattered around, and started a minor forest fire that further destroyed all evidence. Nobody ever knew he was there, and the final blip on the radar would most likely be attributed to a glitch, or a small meterite impact.

And so after such outcome, the mission 'never happened'. Having monitored the crash site with sattelites for a few days and satisfied that not one soul, let alone military or FBI showed any interest to it, the Soviet Air Force buried all traces of this mission ever being planned, prepared, or carried out, and informed the pilot's family that he died in a tragic training accident.

Meanwhile, he parachuted down into the richly forested hills and began thinking what he should do next. Naturally, there would be no rescue mission so deep in the heart of America with whom there wasn't even a war. He couldn't surrender; it would be disgraceful for an officer trusted with such an important mission. Then what?

The answer to that didn't come. He knew he had to walk, and so he did. By the second day he regretfully had to admit that his strength was slowly but gradually going and that he could not survive without food and water. Walking for a few more days gave him time to think of a plan that wouldn't involve him stating his name, rank, and unit to the American military police. Finally, he got to a field and where there was a field there were people. A quick treck around the farm told him that it was secluded, a single property far from all others. It looked slightly run down, but it was still obvious somebody lived here.

Georgiy went back to the forest, took off everything he had on him, including the knife and pistol, both of which he parted with with regret, and buried everything where he hoped nobody would ever find it. The only thing on his lean, well-developed body that could identify him now was a blue tatoo: "318 - BBC". It stood for "318th of the Air Force", but as luck would have it the Russian abbreviatoin of Air Force contained only letters present also in the English alphabet, so nobody could suspect him based on that.

Naked, he marched back to the field, in the process getting scratches all over his body from treebranches and barbs on the ground. He bled, but pushed on, and by the time he came out to the rows of potato bushes he looked like he walked like that for a very long time, wandering.

A horseman appeared in the distance, and when he came close enough to see details, Georgiy began moving about aimlessly, raising his hands to the sun and laughing. He started singing, but as he did realized that while he spoke near-perfect English, he knew not one song in it. And so he sang without words: "Mmm-mmm, na-na-na-na, la-la." He mumbled something from time to time, looking to all the world as a lunatic.

The horseman got very close now and suddenly Georgiy realized it wasn't a man at all, but a very attractive woman. His cheeks flushed in embarassmen, realizing that his broad shoulders, hairy chest, distinct washboard abs and long penis were all exposed to her. Thankfully, the day was hot, and cuts on his cheeks bled slightly, so his blushing was far from the first thing that would catch her eye. He looked at her and smiled, then clapped his hands once and grinned, mumbling something unintelligeble. And with that he collapsed down, suddenly fainting, which lack of water, his fatigue, and wounds made easy to fake.

 

[the_bean]

Genny had grown up on that farm. Her parents died in a car accident when she was three, and since her grandparents were her only living relatives, she'd been shipped off to that remote farm to live. Her childhood had been happy for the most part. Her grandparents were doting and loved her, letting her be a kid while instilling a sense of hard-work and pride into the girl. She'd been taught how to do everything on the farm, though neither of them had expected her to actually enjoy it.

She went to school in a small town twenty miles away from the farm, graduated high school with top honors. Everyone expected that she would go away to some big college, and she had been accepted to one rather prominent school, but when her grandmother passed a month before the start of the semester, she opted to remain on the farm to help her aging grandfather work the land.

And so there she'd been for the last nine years. She was now twenty-seven, but she didn't regret a single day. The work had kept her in shape, the long days in the sun kissed her skin to a golden tan. Her light brown hair was naturally sun-bleached with long platinum blonde highlights running throughout. She really was an attractive woman -- ample breasted and curvy at the hip. It was a shame such beauty was wasted where men rarely saw it. Of course there were the boys in town that she knew at the feed store, and every time she went for supplies she found herself barraged with date-invites. But none of them appealed to her. They were all too simple-minde She really didn't have time to think about men anyway - not with everything that had to be done -- and she rarely did.

Until the day she found -him-.

Genny had been out for an afternoon ride on her favorite horse Bessie when she saw him. It was odd to see anyone out there because they weren't really close to anywhere. But it became all too clear to her that he was a madman, probably lost and starving, as she drew nearer to him. He was naked, injured and completely delirious. Her approach had been slow and cautious. You never knew what you were going to run into out in the sticks sometimes, and being that she didn't recognize him, there was no telling who he was or where he might have come from. She watched him curiously, trying to figure him out. She was wary, of course, because he was acting so strangely, but when he suddenly fainted, her instincts kicked in.

She hopped off of Bessie and grabbed her water canteen. Immediately she was on her knees and lifting the man's head into her lap. His nakedness now went ignored. For the most part. Of course she couldn't help but look at him. But now was not the time. She poured a little water on his lips, pushing them open a little so it would go into his mouth. Hopefully the feel of the cool water would rouse him.

"Mister?" she asked and patted his cheek with her hand. "Hey, can you hear me?"

 

[Wolk]

The water was tasting very much like the most delicious and rare wine in the world to him now and the man drank it hungrily, in big, greedy gulps. He only realized how fast he was consuming it when the quarter-gallon tincan was empty on his lips. Then he lifted his eyes onto the beautiful woman and blinked. The act began again.

"Wh - where am I?" He said. "Am I dead?"

There was something in the Scientific Atheism classes about Western Christianity's particulars and he hoped he remembered the differences right to not mess it up. Westerners believed in heaven too just like some older Russians, he was fairly sure, and angels were there too. He stared into her beautiful face and smiled.

"Are you an angel?"

Then he felt strong enough to sit up and did, the muscles on his chest and stomach flexing beautifully as he did. He looked around.

"How did I get here." He wondered aloud. "I don't remember anything."

 

[the_bean]

Genny felt a small relief when the man started drinking. She didn't try to pull the canteen away because it was obvious just how thirsty he was. Dehydrated, probably, she thought. That might explain the odd behavior. He probably wasn't crazy, she decided. Just lost, thirsty and half-starved.

She shook her head when he asked if he were dead and smiled when he asked if she was an angel. The irony of the situation was really amusing to her, not that he would really understand right away in the state he was in. "Not exactly," she said, screwing the lid back on the water tin. "But you did get pretty close to Kingdom Come. You're just about twenty miles outside of Cumberland," she said. Her eyes shifted over him as he sat up. She certainly did appreciate the view. "Were you hiking up at the Kingdom?" she asked, wondering if maybe he'd been part of a weekend camping party gone wrong. It wouldn't be the first time a drunken frat boy had stumbled out of the woods, and probably wouldn't be the last, though this man didn't appear to be some bumbling college student.

She picked herself up and moved to her horse just long enough to unfurl a blanket that was rolled up and attached the saddle. She squatted down beside him and offered it to him. "You think you can ride?" she asked. "My house ain't too far. I think we get you cleaned up and get you something to eat and we'll see if we cain't figure out where you're supposed to be, alright?"

She smiled again, that beautiful smile and gave her long golden braid a tug before she tossed it back over her shoulder.

 

[Wolk]

The woman was being very nice to him, which ment that he calculated right. Nobody knew who he was and they wouldn't figure out his past and hand him over to the authorities unless he betrayed himself by a badly said phrase, or lack of knowledge of most obvious things. He had an excellent excuse, and he intended to use it. Amnesia.

"Cumberland?" He rubbed the side of his head, looking confused as though the name didn't say anything to him. In reality that was the last thing he saw on the digital navigation screen of his plane, spelled in a way Genny would not be able to read. At that time he was almost seventy kilometers away from it. No, about fourty five miles, he corrected himself mentally. He had to not only speak the language, but also think in the right units and expressions.

"I can't remember being there," he said with a charming smile. "I wasn't hiking, I was..." there was a long pause and his forehead was crossed by several lines as he thought hard. "I don't remember." He looked at her helplessly.

When she asked him if he could ride, Georgiy replied with a weak nod. "I think so." How much tougher could it be than riding a bike, he thought. In truth, he had only been on a horse twice before and both times they were very tame beasts used to give tourists entertainment rides.

"You are a saviour of lives." He smiled, after taking the blanket from her and putting it around his waist. "Thank you..." he paused, unsure of her name.

"I'm George," he said, giving her his freshly wiped, but still slightly bloodied, cut and scratched hand. "That's the one thing I remember for certain."

Following the introductions, he got up onto the horse, sitting behind the saddle and holding onto its back, whlie leaving Genny room in front. As the horse moved under her command, at a gentle pace, he found that the horse's rough hair rubbing and poking into his testacles was a good, if slightly painful, distraction from hugging the beautiful woman from behind while being almost naked. He was very forutnate to have avoided developing an erection, since the blanket offered little protection, outlining everything he had, and his equipment would be blatantly obvious had he had something that size sticking out.

 

[the_bean]

"I'm Genny," she had told him with that mega-watt smile. Such beauty certainly was shamed by being wasted on an old farm in the middle of nowhere.

She'd mounted her horse carefully and waited until she was sure George was settled before pushing him forward. "This is Skip," she told the man hugging her from behind as she patted the horse's neck. She was very aware of his nakedness and his hold on her if only because she hadn't been that close to a man in years. There was no denying the stranger was an attractive man and had he not been in such rough shape, Genny thought she might very well be flirting with him.

The ride back to the farm took less than fifteen minutes. It was an old farm, but well taken care of. The two story house could have used another coat of paint and a couple of the storm shutters were missing from windows on the second floor. Behind the house was a little red barn and in it stalls for the two dairy cows and Skip. A fenced in pasture off of the back of the barn boasted those two dairy cows, Daisy and Mae, and a gruff looking old billy goat with a beard that reached halfway to the ground and horns that curled twice out from his head.

Two scruffy looking hounds came up off the porch, baying at Genny and George's arrival. "That's Luke and Han," she said with a small smile. She brought the horse to a halt and dismounted and offered George a little help if he needed it before she led him inside to the kitchen table. THe first thing she did was go for her first aid supplies and then settled herself down on the floor in front of him to tend to his wounds.

"I'll find you some clothes just as soon as we get these scratches cleaned up, okay?"

 

[the_bean]

(bump)

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Oops, I thought you'd disappeared on me again, and it turns out there was a post waiting all along!

IC:

Georgiy carefully got off the horse, to be greeted by the hounds. He slightly disliked dogs, but not for normal reasons. He didn't have one growing up, and didn't care much for these animals until the survival in enemy territory exercise, where the KGB brought some of their own folks with their own huge, berserked German Sheppards with devil-like sparkling eyes. They would hunt the pilots, simulating the enemy counterintelligence forces. None of the Air Force officers lasted very long in that exercise, and he ended up living out several extremely scary minutes between being tackled down by the well-trained attack dog and its handler separating them. Now, standing naked before this pair of animals, he felt unease, even though they seemed nothing like the aggressive KGB hounds. These two were somehow friendly even. He gave them a small smile, making sure not to bare his teeth.

They came into the house then, and he let himself be seated down, submitting to alcohol rubbing of all his scars and wounds. Without all Genny did, he realized, he wouldn't have survived for much longer. Thankful, he tried his hardest not to look at her, or think about her in a sexual way, but even so, he felt his member starting to grow and fill out little by little at the touch of her gentle hands on his naked skin.

 

[the_bean]

OOC: Oh ye of little faith!

It didn't take Genny long to finish cleaning up what of Georgiy's wounds were visible to her. They weren't horrible, nothing requiring stitches. Just a lot of scrapes and bruises and a few bumps here and there. When she was done and stood from where she knelt in front of him she carefully tended one last spot on his face.

"Come with me," she said. "You can take a hot shower, and I'll set some clothes out for you and then we'll get you some food."

She took a gentle hold on his arm to help him up and led him to the bathroom. As he stood there she pulled out a few extra towels and laid them atop the back of the toilet. "Everything you need should be here," she said. "There's soap, shampoo, if you want to use the razor there on the edge of the tub, go right ahead. Just toss it when you're done."

She beamed her bright, pretty smile at him. "I'll lay some clothes just inside the door for you. So when you're done, you just get dressed and come on to the kitchen and I'll have you something to eat."

She backed away then, but looked at him a moment longer; a moment longer than she meant to, a moment longer than she probably should have. But still she smiled and then she slipped out the door and closed it behind her.

Not long after she left the stranger in the bathroom, she had a pair of old jeans, a stained t-shirt, a pair of socks and a pair of boots, all of which had belonged to an ex-boyfriend all ready. She waited until she heard the water running and only then did she crack the door open and slide the clothes inside.

From there she went straight to the kitchen and fixed up a couple of sandwiches. She might have cooked him a real meal, but didn't want to make him wait any longer than he needed to. She was standing at the backdoor, looking out the screen then, her slender, curved feminine form outlined by the blazing sunlight, as she waited.

 

[Wolk]

The shower felt divine. He let the pleasant warm water caress his broad shoulders and back, its warm touch nearly as pleasant as a woman's now. He felt strength from somewhere, even despite all he has been through. With strength came desire, as his male body rather unintelligently routed its resources towards his crotch, and a minute later he had a big, firm pole on his hands.

Georgiy couldn't help it. Genny was a beautiful woman and the first one he's seen in days. He was a bachelor, with sex life episodial in nature, and even those encounters had been taken away during the months of preparation for the top-secret mission, which he had to spend in isolation. Now he wanted a woman, and wanted her hard.

He didn't dare get himself off in the privacy of the bathroom, though. Who knew, perhaps she would hear him, or see him by accident. Instead, he turned his chest to the water and let the streams lash at his many small wounds, stinging. He was grinding his teeth, taking the pain until his erection started to soften a little. Finally, he was able to get out and fit into the jeans she brought him. Unfortunately, they were a bit tight, and very soon, his member was once again filling with blood and growing by the moment. When he came out, the bulge was distinctly visible, even despite his efforts to cover it with the bottom of the loose shirt - it simply wasn't long enough, and if he moved, she could steal a glance.

Coming out, he consumed the food with great appetite. Not having eaten in days, even simple sandwitches tasted like ambrosia. It is no secret that the way to a man's heart lies through his stomach, and the food made Genny more attractive in his eyes than all the cosmetics, perfumes, and plastic surgeons in the world could.

"Oy, spa..." He began heartily, then checked himself quickly, realizing that he slipped so stupidly, overwhelmed by good feelings. He coughed, consuming the rest of the phrase. "Thank you so much," he finally said, smiling. He couldn't realize how obvious his desire was in the way he looked at her, and how everything in his mind was reflected on his face for the observant female eyes to read off - she was beautiful, a real woman, she saved his live, and made him feel so good.

 

[the_bean]

The look in Georgiy's eyes was obvious to Genny, even if he didn't realize it was there. It was a look she'd seen in men before, but never quite so intense. There was something about this handsome, wounded stranger that stirred feelings in her she hadn't felt in some time. The reaction he elicited from her was strange and thrilling, and despite the fact that she didn't know a thing about this man, she found that having him in her house was most exciting.

Here he was, at her table, eating her food, wearing familiar clothes as if he were some old friend. She couldn't help but smile at the thoughts she'd had while he was in the shower, the thoughts she was still having as she watched him watching her.

She moved closer to the table, but did not sit. Instead she bent down at his side and touched his face where a rather nasty bruise was welped up on his cheek. She touched him in a familiar way, as if she wasn't at all shy. And she wasn't really shy. She was a strong woman, certain of herself and her abilities in all ways, and even if her touch was tender and caring, perhaps the simple healing touch of a woman nursing a man to health, there was something else buried within it; something sparked by what that man might have looked like in her shower with the steam and water rolling over him.

And of course she'd noticed the bulge in those jeans. How could she not? The pants were a little tight and outlined him perfectly. He could have been a model with a body like that.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asked in a soft voice as she righted herself, pulling her hand away.

 

[Wolk]

The touch was so nice on his cheek. It caused a smile on his lips, and his eyes turned to her, or would have had they not already been there. He covered her hand with his and caressed it gently, slowly.

"You have taken such great care of me, Genny," he said, his voice enchanted by her presence.

He was speaking slowly, charmed and excited at the same time. Then, Georgiy stood, and put his arms around her shoulders. He pulled her in slowly, looking into her eyes, loving how their bodies touched through clothes - not too tightly, but close nonetheless. He smiled at her.

"Thank you." And with that he slowly lowered his lips and gently brushed them against hers. Trying his hardest not to be forceful and to respond to her body, he kissed her.

 

[the_bean]

He was going to kiss her. And she was going to let him. Genny knew what Georgiy meant to do and while it surprised her, it did not so much as the fact that she wasn't going to stop him. She felt for a moment as though she were someone else, watching the scene as though detached from her body.

She moved into him, pressing her soft, plump breasts into his hard chest. She sighed when their lips brushed and tilted her head into his so they would press together. Her hands lifted then, too (as did the heat in her skin and the color in her face), and she dragged her fingers up his sides and around to hook onto his shoulders from behind.

What was she doing? What if that had only been an embrace or a kiss to add emphasis to his thankfulness for helping him? She thought it over for a moment, but she couldn't pull away. At least not completely.

Her head did move slightly then, though her body remained pressed against his. She looked into his eyes, but she did not smile. The unevenness of her newly excited breaths wouldn't allow it. "You're welcome," she whispered.

 

[Wolk]

The sparks had flown and there was no mistaking it now, no need to worry about offending this lovely lady with inappropriate advances. She had responded, and that invited more of his attention.

Georgiy savoured the sweet kiss, growing excited by it, watching and feeling her flush with desire as well. His hands were on her back, then a little lower, running over the sexy, well-defined curves of her buttocks and hips. Then their lips parted, and he kissed her again, this time with quick, shallow kisses, which he planted on her cheek, her neck. He slowly moved his head down, laying a path of sweet kisses as he made his way down towards her chest, at the same time struggling to move her clothes out of his path.

 

[the_bean]

Genny's heart was pounding in her chest. And speaking of her chest, Georgiy had quickly found his way there. She had already peeled off the thin flannel shirt she'd had on and dropped it to the floor. A moment later she was peeling off the tank top she wore beneath it, leaving her standing before this strange man in only her jeans and her bra.

Her hands quickly found his hair and her fingers wrapped into it as much as they could as she tried to guide his head back to her heaving breasts. "Oh, kiss me," she sighed rather breathlessly.

She was loving the way his hands caressed the curves of her hips and her ass. She pushed it back into his hands before pushing her hips forward against him. Her head rolled back as he lavished her breasts with attention.

 

[Wolk]

The fingers in his short, fair, military-cut hair drove the man even more passionate than he was before. The strength with which she pulled him to her firm, full breasts told him how much she wanted his hot, wild kisses there. As much, perhaps, as he wanted to give them.

A moment later he showered her chest with kisses, taking his time to suck on her forms, caress her sensitive skin gently with his lips in places few men should dare touch. He pulled her body into his, and soon she could hardly move, completely moulded to him, pressing against his flesh, feeling it press back, in some places - rather firmly and insistently. The outline of his strong member poked demandingly into her abs.

He pulled her brastraps down along her arms, freeing her chest finally from the confines of the restrictive cups. It beautifully bounced free, and he moaned in appreciation of the beauty, two gorgeous excited nipples looking at him from the pear-like white breasts. A moment later his lips were at her chest with renewed vigor, sucking on her nipples, kissing the sensitive parts that he couldn't reach before. He moulded her tits in his strong hands, with a firm touch, but not a painful one. Then, leaving his lips to show passion on her breasts, his hands went down to her jeans and began struggling with the button and the zipper. The proximity of her sex made his fingers hasty, and the buttons gave to brute force more than to skillful dexterity, but however it was achieved, he was gradually getting Genny closer and closer to naked.

 

[the_bean]

Genny didn't all mind being restrained so tightly in this man's arms. He was so strong and she felt so small and delicate, almost helpless to his advances despite how much she wanted him to continue. He made her feel desireable, too, which was something she hadn't felt in a long time. It was a very welcome and longed for feeling. She was a damsel then, but her only distress was that his lips weren't covering her aching body quickly enough.

She moaned, a soft woman's sound, as he suckled and pawed at her breasts and nipples, and thrust her hips toward him as she felt the release of that fastening of her jeans. Her hands drew away from his hair then and pushed down his shoulders to the middle of his back where she gripped the t-shirt he wore and tried her best to pull it off of him. She wanted her tongue on his skin as much as she wanted his on hers.

She felt her jeans slipping off then, catching only a moment on the curves of her hips before they were on the floor at her feet. She quickly stepped out of them and pressed her panty covered crotch toward him, begging for him to remove the soft cotton that hid what he sought as one of her own hands found its way between them to caress the bulge that had grown in his pants. She moaned softly at the feel of it, the size of it. She imagined the strength of that pulsating cock pounding away at her and felt her pussy grow wetter. She whimpered at him, urging him to move faster.

 

[Wolk]

Her panties were removed quickly, almost snatched off with a single passionate pull of strong, dexterous hands. The waistband caught on her shapely buttocks and pressed into them firmly, as he pulled it off, sending a sensation of his passion through her. The sight that was uncovered was gorgeous. Sweet triangle of soft feminine hair pointed the way to the secret place, that temple of pleasure that so beaconed his long, hard, and aching cock.

Kneeling, Georgiy pulled her panties the rest of the way down, but as he did so, his head became closer to the level of her hips. He dove next, hungrily, loudly and passionately attacking her sweet pussy with his kisses and licks, burying his face in her, as his strong hands gripped her ass and fingers dug deep into the tender flesh of her buttocks.

Finally, he got up and threw off the shirt that she started to pull off of him before. His well-developed torso with jet-black curls of manly hair all over the chest was displayed to her hungry gaze, but not for very long. He was all over her once again next, claiming her lips, her neck, her full white breasts with his mouth and hands. He struggled to remove the remains of clothes that still hid his cock, and finally did. The large, beautiful member jumped out, sticking up freely with all its hard length, ready and craving to go and make friends with beautiful Genny's body.

 

[the_bean]

Genny could do little but stand there, a quivering pile of helpless flesh, as Georgiy so expertly worked her body over. Her full, creamy-pale breasts bounced with the moaning, heaving breaths she took. With a wantonness that surprised even her, she thrust her pussy against his face as he knelt there, licking and kissing it. She pouted when he pulled away and stood, but the moment he was upon her again, newly naked, she was melting into him.

He had such a sexy, hard body. She wanted to touch every inch of him, and she did. As he explored her with his hands and lips, she at least let her own hands wander. She stroked along that chest and down his well-muscled abdomen, and down still until she had his cock grasped gently in her hand.

She squeezed it once, causing it to pulse against her palm. She could hardly wait to feel that pulsing meat buried deep between her legs. She could hardly wait to have those legs wrapped around this man, to have him pressed atop her, pounding away at her body and dripping sweat down on her. A pleasurable moan of anticipation escaped her throat as she began to stroke his lengthy shaft, alternating to caress his balls and back again.

There was only so much teasing she could take, however. It had been far too long since she'd been with a man and she was practically dripping with excitement. She managed to turn around in his arms so he was pressing against her back.

"I want you to fuck me, Georgiy," she sighed and bent forward over the kitchen table to display both her ass and her pussy to him.

 

[Wolk]

When Genny turned around and bent, Georgiy nearly jumped onto her. It was such an erotic sight, her legs slightly spread, the big, firm globes of her lovely ass and a fuzzy sex peeking out, calling at him, beaconing. How could any man stand still? When she added to that picture the call to action, it was all his willpower and restraint could take, nor did he want to wait for much longer, of course.

"Genny." He mounted her like a hot stallion, brushing his strong cock over her pussy and poking it all over until he finally guided it into the warm, quivering hole. Her pussy lips caressed him so pleasantly on the way in, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being engulfed within her passionate body, which came next.

He had to take a bit of time and restraint yet, moving back and forth with growing amplitude, gradually working his large manhood into her incredibly wet sex without hurting her too much. But after a few moments, he threw all caution to the wind. It no longer mattered that he was a civilized man, an officer. Now he was just a hot, horny male that needed and craved to have this beautiful, lustful woman. And he did.

He fucked her hard from behind, his strong body's thrusts making her entire being shake, and the table she was holding onto move. Sounds of slapping naked flesh filled the room, emitting every time his thighs and hips came in contact with the backs of her legs and her ass. That ass shook delightfully with his every thrust, making him even more passionate, making the lust go into his muscles and his strong cock. He leaned over her for a moment, and put a few hard, hot kisses onto her exposed neck, and behind her ear. He reached down and grabbed her beautiful, full, swinging tits, which he fondled thoroughly and firmly in his strong hands.

Then, straightening out, he grabbed her firmly by the hips and proceeded to once again pound her pussy in a hard, marathon fucking session. He was an incredible athlete, and that strong, muscular body of his, now covered in tiny beads of sweat, could keep the hard, punishing pace for as long as necessary. This made sex with him like riding a racing bike, which was stuck in high gear, only the bike could never bring as much pleasure as this man.

"Oh, Genny!" He moaned.

 

[the_bean]

There was something about that woman that most women hid. While being a delightfully pleasant, sweet and well-mannered woman, once she was engaged in such an activity as this, there was a part of her that emerged which generally remained surpressed. Genny was not at all shy, that much was certain, and that included sex. True she did not let herself loose with just anyone, but Georgiy was different. She'd known this man for only a few hours, and even yet, she didn't really know him. He could be anyone, from anywhere. But it didn't matter. Not when she found him and not just then.

She whimpered as he pushed into her and began that slow stroke that allowed her to adjust to the invasion. His cock was larger than any she was used to, but she didn't mind a little pain, especially not when he quickly began that pounding rythym.

Her pussy gripped him tightly each time he withdrew, as if she were trying to hold him inside of her, relaxing only when he pushed into her again. She wanted to milk his thick cock, pull his pleasure out of him and feel it spraying all over her body. She wanted that slick, sticky heat pulsing inside of her, smeared on her pussy and on her ass, on her beautiful chest and in her mouth. Of course she couldn't have them all at once, so already she was wondering when they might do this again.

Georgiy was far stronger than she'd anticipated, and she felt that familiar anticipation building up inside of her. The strong muscled walls of her pussy were beginning to tighten and contract. "Oh, yes, Georgiy," she moaned. "You're going to make me come." There was no way she could hold out as long as he could, but she could certainly repeat what was about to come several times depending on how long he was able to continue.

She reached between her legs, releasing the table she'd been so tightly gripping. Her head turned, cheek pressing down against the tabletop as one hand enveloped the velvety-skinned sacs that hung from the base of his cock. She stroked them, massaging, caressing and tugging gently, as her other hand found the swollen, sensitive knot of flesh between her own legs.

"Oh, fuck me," she pleaded, moaning and whimpering as he continued to pump her ever-tightening pussy, and she to urgently flick her engorged clit. "Yes, yes, oh God," she cried out as that sudden explosion rippled through her. Her inner muscles locked on him quite suddenly before they began their rapid contractions, gripping and releasing in a rythym so hard and fast that she was nearly screaming with pleasure.

 

[Wolk]

What a fantastic, exquisite feeling it was to feel her tight pussy flooded with lustful juices grip his thick cock even further. Some men cared only for their own pleasure in sex, not realizing how much bliss can be had from making the woman scream on their cocks. Georgiy certainly appreciated this simple truth. Now that she told him of her impending orgasm, even if he could obviously tell it from the pitch and volume of her moans before the words were spoken, he redoubled his efforts.

Genny found herself on the receiving end of something of a cross between a rabbit and a bull - the large, hard cock pistoned in and out of her tight pussy quickly, each time splitting her with a powerful thrust, invading her feminine folds, which made him feel so good. The pleasure was so overwhelming that individual moans merged into a constant low roar, as he took her like an animal in heat.

He didn't stop, nor slow down when her orgasm finally hit. The big, thick cock continued on like a runaway freight train. Georgiy's hands were gripping her hips tightly, his strong fingers digging into her skin, most certainly hard enough to leave marks for later, he breathed like a volcano about to erupt, and his cock pulsed inside of her just enough to be noticed, twitching to release the ample contents of his balls. Only amazing self-control allowed him to keep from spewing forth his abundant seed deep into her wonderfully orgasming pussy.