Linda trembled. It was dangerous to let a guy remove her panties, she knew. It would be awfully easy and awfully tempting to spread her legs when her crotch was naked and let him slip his cock into her. But she couldn't resist.

She hiked her ass and hips up so that Clyde could drag her bikini panties down over her loins. He drew them off her feet and tossed them aside. The soaking panties fluttered to the floor like a colorful butterfly wobbling to the ground.

Linda automatically clamped her legs together, protectively, once her cunt was bare.

But then she immediately spread them open again. She wanted Clyde to look at her steaming cunt! She wanted to feel his eyes burning into her groin.

He was leaning over her, staring between her legs, his face a mask of desire.

Linda felt dizzy with desire. She was clinging to his hard cock tightly now, as if to support herself, to keep from collapsing in a daze.

Clyde moved his hand to her crotch, palm upwards.

He began to slowly shove three fingers up her cunthole. His other hand cupped her pussy mound, fingers trailing down to caress her flaring clitoris.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.

She began to beat his cock furiously. Cuntjuice poured down his probing fingers and pooled in his palm, ribbons of the stuff dripping from the edges. Her pussy was wide open, the crack turned into a gaping oval. Her clit was pounding.

She ground her hips wildly from side to side, working her smoldering cunt against his caressing hands, her thighs thrown wide apart and her belly pumping up and down in a fucking motion.

Her fist skimmed his prick steadily. His prick lengthened, and she knew she was going to bring him off soon. She wanted to come with him, to have him come with her, to share the heights of sensation at the same instant.

"Shoot," she wailed. "Shoot your load!"

Clyde groaned, finding her erotic words every bit as thrilling as her stroking hand. His ass bucked as he fucked her fist.