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Desiree at the River.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early.
It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient
high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated
through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there,
somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of
school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!
It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I
thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with
students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day,
the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the
other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the
Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down
the back roads away from school.
I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a
couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her
little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She
pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I
asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"
Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the
center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she
brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she
grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and
when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very
puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt
like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her
tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she
looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up
to something good.
The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it
ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I
stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction,
and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks,
occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from
the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with
green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only
sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil
oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.
"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"
"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before
he retired."
"Does anyone come here?"
"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No
Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out
unless they're family."
"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.
"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon,
let's get cool first and have a snack!"
Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her
feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and
socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river
we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips
and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our
shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.
"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be
sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"
"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr.
Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the
year working on our projects!"
"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"
"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to
give her a squeeze.
Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on
my leg.
"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the
world."
She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at
first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to
disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt
against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for
more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies
began to respond.
With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat
back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She
stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped
carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at
me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth
motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down
the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked
like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad,
luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed
ogling.
"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You
should try it."
I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to
her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I
stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking
my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed
them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's
turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor
track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over
my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said
eagerly.
"You first!" I responded.
She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her
hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it
fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went.
Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm
sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her
successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at
the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped
out of them and kicked them aside.
It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved
smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well,
suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in
shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were
smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.
"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it
last night thinking we might have a chance today!"
"I Love it!" I said fervently.
"Grab the towels," she commanded.
Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them
out of the bag.
"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did
as she asked.
"Put the other one right there," she said next,
pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied,
wondering what she was up to.
"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that
about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"
I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in
front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread
her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side.
With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly,
and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.
"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer
look?" she asked encouragingly.
I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself
comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on
her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt,
stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger
and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.
I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze.
"Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all
around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"
No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I
licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her
clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with
kisses, relishing its silky feel.
"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love
it!"
She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking
down at me through her lashes.
Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad
tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could
into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her
twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.
I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her
lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each
delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue.
Another happy noise came from above me.
Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers
into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I
rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt,
retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was
sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against
her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when
I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her,
she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue.
We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a
little every time I licked her.
"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when
I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp
the words out to answer.
"Fuck, yes; give me more!"
Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and
curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and
forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side
of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the
edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped
in time with her thrusting.
I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her
thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began
to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over
again.
"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst
within her.
I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over
and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I
watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush
between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted
straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing
my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.
When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again
and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring
directly into her eyes.
"Well?" she asked.
"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with
a grin.
"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all
shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to
everything you did!"
"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so
smooth and sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.
With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them
on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me
deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin
momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.
"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked
playfully.
"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look
on my face.
"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how
smooth and wet it is."
I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms.
"That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"
My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly
against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing
was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.
"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a
while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited
yet!"
I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the
knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.
"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I
asked her.
"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a
broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the
passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly
warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our
way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new
destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other
one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer
of padding.
"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for
some payback!"
I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.
"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay
down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No
one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"
"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled
myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight.
"I'll try to suffer in silence!"
Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand,
aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my
feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on
my shaft.
Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly
what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into
my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across
my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw
she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on
her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky
mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back
so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips
parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then
moving back down to the base again.
"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and
wet I feel?"
My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love
it!"
"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in
a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her
hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the
underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head,
a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.
"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an
approaching orgasm.
"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she
said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing
of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering
herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my
chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I
couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled
away.
"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said
indignantly. "Now I get mine!"
With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around,
keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue.
She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with
each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace
herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted
it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into
her mouth.
My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let
Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She
made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved
from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at
the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and
she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and
flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and
lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.
"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"
She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of
pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing
that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well,
and she paused to look back at me.
"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock
rhythmically.
"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!"
I gasped.
"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she
turned back and resumed her suction.
Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as
her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my
cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her
gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly
down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the
head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out
every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to
overflow her mouth.
Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking
steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make
sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I
was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a
twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again
and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.
"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.
"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a
snort and a laugh.
"Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her,
"so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too."
"Yeah, that was fun!"
"Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with
the arm around her shoulders.
"Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I
could feel her smile against my chest.
"Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh.
Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were
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Desiree at the River.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early.
It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient
high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated
through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there,
somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of
school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!
It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I
thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with
students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day,
the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the
other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the
Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down
the back roads away from school.
I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a
couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her
little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She
pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I
asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"
Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the
center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she
brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she
grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and
when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very
puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt
like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her
tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she
looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up
to something good.
The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it
ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I
stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction,
and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks,
occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from
the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with
green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only
sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil
oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.
"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"
"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before
he retired."
"Does anyone come here?"
"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No
Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out
unless they're family."
"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.
"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon,
let's get cool first and have a snack!"
Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her
feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and
socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river
we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips
and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our
shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.
"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be
sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"
"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr.
Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the
year working on our projects!"
"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"
"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to
give her a squeeze.
Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on
my leg.
"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the
world."
She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at
first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to
disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt
against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for
more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies
began to respond.
With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat
back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She
stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped
carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at
me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth
motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down
the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked
like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad,
luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed
ogling.
"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You
should try it."
I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to
her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I
stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking
my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed
them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's
turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor
track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over
my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said
eagerly.
"You first!" I responded.
She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her
hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it
fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went.
Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm
sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her
successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at
the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped
out of them and kicked them aside.
It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved
smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well,
suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in
shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were
smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.
"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it
last night thinking we might have a chance today!"
"I Love it!" I said fervently.
"Grab the towels," she commanded.
Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them
out of the bag.
"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did
as she asked.
"Put the other one right there," she said next,
pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied,
wondering what she was up to.
"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that
about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"
I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in
front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread
her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side.
With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly,
and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.
"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer
look?" she asked encouragingly.
I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself
comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on
her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt,
stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger
and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.
I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze.
"Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all
around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"
No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I
licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her
clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with
kisses, relishing its silky feel.
"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love
it!"
She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking
down at me through her lashes.
Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad
tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could
into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her
twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.
I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her
lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each
delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue.
Another happy noise came from above me.
Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers
into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I
rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt,
retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was
sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against
her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when
I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her,
she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue.
We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a
little every time I licked her.
"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when
I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp
the words out to answer.
"Fuck, yes; give me more!"
Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and
curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and
forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side
of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the
edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped
in time with her thrusting.
I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her
thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began
to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over
again.
"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst
within her.
I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over
and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I
watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush
between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted
straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing
my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.
When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again
and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring
directly into her eyes.
"Well?" she asked.
"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with
a grin.
"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all
shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to
everything you did!"
"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so
smooth and sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.
With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them
on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me
deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin
momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.
"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked
playfully.
"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look
on my face.
"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how
smooth and wet it is."
I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms.
"That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"
My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly
against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing
was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.
"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a
while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited
yet!"
I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the
knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.
"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I
asked her.
"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a
broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the
passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly
warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our
way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new
destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other
one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer
of padding.
"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for
some payback!"
I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.
"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay
down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No
one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"
"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled
myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight.
"I'll try to suffer in silence!"
Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand,
aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my
feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on
my shaft.
Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly
what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into
my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across
my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw
she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on
her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky
mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back
so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips
parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then
moving back down to the base again.
"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and
wet I feel?"
My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love
it!"
"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in
a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her
hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the
underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head,
a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.
"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an
approaching orgasm.
"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she
said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing
of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering
herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my
chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I
couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled
away.
"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said
indignantly. "Now I get mine!"
With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around,
keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue.
She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with
each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace
herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted
it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into
her mouth.
My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let
Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She
made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved
from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at
the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and
she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and
flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and
lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.
"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"
She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of
pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing
that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well,
and she paused to look back at me.
"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock
rhythmically.
"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!"
I gasped.
"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she
turned back and resumed her suction.
Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as
her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my
cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her
gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly
down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the
head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out
every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to
overflow her mouth.
Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking
steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make
sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I
was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a
twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again
and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.
"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.
"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a
snort and a laugh.
"Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her,
"so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too."
"Yeah, that was fun!"
"Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with
the arm around her shoulders.
"Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I
could feel her smile against my chest.
"Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh.
Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were
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