from him melted her reluctance, emboldened her actions, and made her body hum. His fingers slid in and out of her sex. As her hips pressed down, his thumb pressed into her bumhole.
Her entire body tensed. “Ahh.” What a strange sensation. The pressure turned pleasurable as he moved his fingers, and the bliss intensified.
She continued to suck to the top of his prick, then swirled the fat spear with her tongue. The saltiness of his skin turned tangy, and she could feel his sack tighten under her hands.
“Good God, Hannah. I’m about to discharge.”
Indeed, she wanted to taste him. Placing her other hand fully on the sack, she massaged as she descended.
“Hannah…” His hips rose again, and she slid him farther into her mouth. Fingers laced through her hair, grasping her head. She sucked back to the tip. His hips thrust up, and she slid down.
“Oh…uh…by God, H-Hannah!” he shouted, clenching her head as he thrust his hips. His penis slid in and out of her mouth and gush after gush of hot custard spurted into her. His hips settled back to the ground, and she slid off his hard phallus. Swallowing the tangy fluid, she smiled.
She enjoyed the taste of him. Her tongue traced her lips. Even more, she enjoyed pleasuring him. She did it. She pleasured him. A grin spread from ear to ear. She wanted to get up and dance a jig around his spent body.
There was no way he could say otherwise. He had cried out, and she had caused his delight.
His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.
She sat back on her feet and stared at his penis as the flesh shriveled. Her hand trailed up the inside of his thigh and traced the base of the rod with her fingers. The hairs created a black nest for his manhood to lie against. Could she arouse him again? She glanced at his face. A small smile curved his lips but he still didn’t move. She bit her lip and stared at his flaccid sex, then wrapped her hand about the prick.
He chuckled. “Not yet, sweet.” His hand possessed her wrist. “Come here. My turn.”
He rose up on his elbows with lazy, passion-filled eyes, and yanked her atop him. Rolling, he pinned her beneath him. Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and hips-to-stomach, her legs so wantonly wrapped about his. He was so large. With the tip of his finger, he traced her cheekbone.
“Umm.” Kenny shook his head, leaned down, and licked a trail to her ear. “More beautiful,” he whispered. Twinges raced through her, and gooseflesh scattered on her skin. The situation was the same as years ago, except this time they both wished to take things to full coitus.
“Kenny.”
“Shh, my turn, sweet.”
He leaned back and wedged his leg between hers. Lifting and shifting himself, he freed her skirts from his legs and laid them upon her stomach. He did not touch her, and her legs spread farther in seek of his touch. Still nothing. The muscles of her sex grasped readily at the air, trying to find any part of him to ease their desire. She leaned up to see him staring at her sex. Why was he doing that? “Touch me, Kenny, please. I’m about to burst.”
“Shh, sweet, I know.”
The backs of his hands feathered the inside of her legs. Her muscles jumped and clenched, hips rising in invitation for the touch that would not come. Her legs trembled. His fingers gripped the bare skin of her bum and lifted, tilting her up.
“God, you’re beautiful. Deep crimson. With black lace.” His thumbs traced her bumhole, moving up her slick lips and spreading them. She groaned so deep the tenor vibrated though her womb. The sensation contracted her sex, and she arched her hips to him.
“Please, Kenny…please,” she whimpered.
Warm wet tongue traced her slit, back to front, flicking that special place.
“Kenny!” she cried out. Her muscles spasmed with such intensity, she screamed again. Tears streamed down the sides of her face, and her breath jittered with each hard contraction from her womb.
“Better, sweet?” He leaned forward and gazed into her eyes.
Good God, she was a wanton. One lick and she spent for him.
His finger traced the line of one of her tears. “Can you take more, Hannah?”
All she could do was nod.
“I’m going to make you scream twice as hard. It is the most beautiful sound.” His voice was a raspy choke.
She nodded again, wanting his hard prick to fill her, to stretch her and make her release.
He leaned back, grasped her bum in his hands, and swirled her blissful place with his tongue. Her whole body trembled, and the muscles in her womb tightened. Good Lord. Each stroke of his tongue probed and laved her slit, tightening her muscles lick by lick.
She couldn’t stay still; she needed to touch him. Her hands wandered to his hair and let the mass of tangled strands run though her fingers. A deep groan came from between her legs, vibrating her sex. The bliss built higher.
He braced his shoulders against her knees, spreading her wider. Touches ran down the curve of her bum and into her slit, parting her flesh so his tongue could explore. His tongue worshipped the lips, the blissful place, and the space before her bumhole.
Her hips arched and wiggled as she tried to get him to enter her. With the next lick, his tongue pressed in.
“Oh God, Kenny!” Her body arched off the grass, and she screamed, locking him to her as he probed in and out through each contraction. She collapsed in exhausted bliss as he lowered her bum back to the earth.
Kenneth shifted, spreading her creamy white thighs. So full of life. So full of passion. He couldn’t wait to sink into her and make her scream again. As her eyes fluttered open, he grinned. “Sweet Hannah.” He had dreamed of this, and so far the act surpassed his maddest dream. His cock strained and he placed the tip at her slick wet cunt.
“Well, well, what have we here?”
Hannah screeched and tried to roll onto her side, away from the intruder’s voice.
“Go away, Rupert,” Kenney growled, and pinned Hannah to him.
“Tsk, tsk, I thought we all shared.”
“To the devil,” Kenneth said, and Hannah buried her face tight into the pit of his arm. He glanced down at her trembling in his arms. He would not give up her identity. He shook his head. Cursed again.
“Well, if you aren’t willing to share, our company has started to arrive, and I know they won’t mind.”
“Leave, Rupert,” he said through clenched teeth. Damn him and his blasted curiosity.
Rupert laughed. “Sure will, chap. Sure will.”
The sound of crunching leaves and grass signaled his retreat.
Hannah pushed hard against Kenny’s chest. He sat back so that she could sit as well.
“Is he gone?”
Kenny
