She moaned in joyous ecstasy when the warm moist oval of his mouth tried to enclose the entire fleshy melon. His mouth sucked, his tongue licked, his teeth nibbled. And now her, left shoulder was bare, too. She held his head at her ripely straining tits as though he were a small child feeding, sucking hungrily as though it were his last meal. An exaltation swept through her momentarily, but this was replaced by the sudden realization that his warmly searching hand had begin a gently, easy stroking of her sensitive inner thighs. She held her breath as his fingers went to the waistband of her panties, swiftly moved past the elastic barrier, and slipped down her tautly trembling stomach, past the curling strands of her soft, peltlike beaver, to come to rest at the very top of her wetly heated gash.
Then, slowly and tormentingly, his hand moved lower, middle finger extended to part the blonde pussy hair, until his outstretched fingertip came into contact with the hot, slippery little slit of her cunt.
She found herself beginning to tremble violently, while her low moans began sounding in her throat. She loved the sure, deft touch of his hand on her eagerly pulsating cunt; she loved the feel of the strange, bearskin couch against her bare back and shoulders; she loved everything!
Lance slowly worked his middle finger into the moistly quivering passage of her pussy. He used thumb and forefinger to tease the hotly pulsing little bud of her clitoris, playing with it, twirling it between his fingers, bringing loud mewls of ecstatic pleasure from her heatedly aroused young body which was beginning to writhe in lewd anticipation of thing yet to come.
Her breath was coming in hoarse gasping pants now, in rhythm with his middle finger fucking in and out of her wetly steaming cunt-hole. She had relaxed her legs and spread her thighs apart, doing everything to help him.
"Baby," he whispered, taking his mouth from the soft warmth of her tit, "I want you. I want to make love to you… to fuck you!"
She stared deep in his eyes, feeling her heart pounding as though it were some poor frightened animal trapped in a cage much too small for it, and she breathed, "Oh, yes… yes! Make love to me, Lance… Fuck me. Fuck me!" She moaned loudly and abandoned herself, giving herself completely to his man.
Lance took his mouth from hers and leaned back from her trembling, ripely expectant body. His eyes feasted on the long slender legs and thighs covered by nylons, at the creamy upper thighs, and at her little white bikini panties pulled down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of golden pussy hair above coral-colored, wetly glistening cunt-lips.
"Stand up Kit," he said suddenly.
"What?"
"Stand up, baby. I'm going to strip you naked." Smiling, she stood fully erect, and her dress, already off both shoulders, fell in a heap on the floor. Her naked tits were there, shining in the half-light; her soft nylon panties were rolled halfway down over her smoothly curving hips.
Lance gazed at her. She had an absolutely incredible body! Nothing he had ever seen before could top this. His voice surprised him; it sounded alien, hoarse, choked up with desire, when he said, "My God, you're beautiful."
He took a step forward, kneeled in front of her and, with one quick sure motion, pat out both hands and peeled her filmy white panties and nylons the rest of the way down over her lushly rounded butt, down the unblemished ivory columns other thighs and her long tapered legs. He gently lifted her right leg and disengaged her foot from the panties, and then took them off the other foot.
Still kneeling before her, he looked up… up and saw the softly pouting lips of, her cunt… all rosy and shining from her seeping pussy-juice. With a quick flick of his tongue, he started raining kisses on her legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.
Kit stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her nakedly aroused body. She could feel the cool rush of air playing over her sensually awakened buttocks and breasts. She forgot everything else when his hot lips came into contact with the naked flesh of her inner thighs and he used his wetly quivering tongue to lick from the inner part of her thighs clear to her wet beaver. A wild excitement began to burn in her. She had never felt so weak, so helpless. She stood there, waiting for whatever was, to happen next, as Lance's tongue left her pussy and he stood up.
He eased her back onto the couch, then stood again and quickly pulled off shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and undershorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed sexual hunger.
Her eyes traveled down from his handsome face to his broad muscular shoulders, from flat belly to his thick, rigid cock that stood out proudly, like a knight's spear, from his curling patch of crotch hair. Even as she watched it, his prick jerked, as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge purplish head throbbed with an unbelievable virility.
"Do you like it, baby?" Lance asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the bearskin couch.
In answer, Kit reached out for his mammoth rod and started to draw it towards her lips.
"Mmmmmm… it's beautiful," she moaned as she purred her lips over the spongy knob.
"Oh, baby, yes… suck it, suck it good," Lance whispered above her. His mind was mesmerized as he watched her tongue lick up and down the throbbing stiffness of his shaft. Her mouth was warm and cloying as it wrapped sweetly around the bulbous cock-head and started its long, loud sucking sounds.
She squeezed with both hands around his prick. "This is what I want," she murmured. "Cock, I want your beautiful cock. Fuck my mouth! Fuck my head!"
His hips surged forward. To his amazement she took it all deep into her throat, until he could see her upper lips shoved hard against his crotch hair. He pounded inward with his hips, matching the controlled cadence of her bobbing head.
This was some kind of cunt, he thought, watching her bobbing blonde head at his crotch.
She sucked his cock hard, hollowing her checks and forcing the tip of her tongue into his tiny piss-hole. Lightly, she scraped the tender raw-nerved skin on the top of his cock-head. He jerked, almost coming. She rolled her eyes up to him, smiling, then returned her complete attention to his throbbing prick.
She traced the configuration of his cock for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated its head from the shaft. With her other hand she gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the smooth crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust and wriggled her finger around until she was able to shove it far up his asshole.
Lance gasped at the unexpected source of pleasure. He wound his fingers in her thick hair and drove his huge prick to the back of her throat.
"Oh, baby, I can feel it coming. Now… NOW!" he rasped, his eyes narrowing to needlepoints of desire as he jammed her mouth roughly over the engorged head of his dick. "Work on it, baby! Suck my cock!"
She groaned and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot jizz flow down her throat. It excited her, made her own pussy stream with juices, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.
Great gobs of cum spurted from his throbbing shaft, wasting her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with her finger the more cum his prick would shoot.
On and on she sucked, hungrily licking and swallowing the thick heavy cock-cream that kept spewing from his blood-engorged tool, till the combination of cum and saliva overflowed her lips and trickled down to the dark vee between her perspiring tit. At last his balls were emptied and he gently pulled his still hard cock from her warm lips.