Scarlet was lost...

Scarlet was lost, wandering somewhat drunkenly around Dublin, the Guinness in her stomach sloshing from one side to the other with each lumbering step. She had been steadily drinking for approximately six hours in the baking summer sun, and it had undoubtedly gone to her head. And what a pretty head it was. Brown-red hair just past her shoulders, big, beautiful blue eyes, and full, kissable lips atop a shapely figure to die for. She was turning heads, to say the least, in her short shorts and low-neckline plum-coloured top.

She stumbled down the cobbled streets with eyes glazed over until she caught her toe on a particularly troublesome stone and tumbled to the floor. The whole city spinning above her, a figure begins to loom overhead. Her eyes snap into focus to see a dark-haired, dark-eyed Adonis staring down at her, those eyes piercing through her very sole. “Y’alright there little missy?” he questioned in his thick local accent. My god how she loved that accent. She gathered her breath before managing to utter “yeah, just tripped on a cobble”, to which he laughed and extended a fingerless glove-clad hand to help her to her feet. “D’ya hit your head there?…let’s get you sat down.”

Once the two had a few minutes rest, Scarlet started feeling more sober and the conversation was beginning to flow, Aidan’s accent firing right to the core of the girl, sending her heart aflutter. She barely heard the words coming out of his mouth for the melodic tone of his voice. Her mind started to wander to thoughts of those hands that had lifted her off the street exploring her body, cupping her cheek as his soft lips met hers.

He then took her by the hand and led her down those cobbled streets, the wind sweeping her long, flowing hair out of her pretty face and her heart beating hard and fast. They darted between buildings, swept around corner after corner and then down a dark alley away from the crowds and immediately she felt his stubble brushing her chin as his lips again met hers. Their tongues intertwined in the hot embrace, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her towards him.

His hands then clung tight as he quickly spun her around and pressed up against her back, hands sliding up her sides and brushing the sides of her breasts, then across her shoulders and down her arms – every inch touched coming alive as he did. His hands wrapped around her wrists and lifted them up by her head, leaving her braced up against the cold brick. His lips met the back of her neck, kissing softly – just the spot that drove her crazy. She felt her nipples harden immediately and her breath fell from her lungs. She leant back into him as his mouth explored her neck and sent tingles down her body.

She tried to spin around and take control but Aidan was having none of it, grabbing her wrists and bracing her against the wall once more, asserting his authority. He backed up this point by firmly spanking her ass, squeezing it as a moan escaped her lips. His hands then slipped around her waist and slowly unbuttoned her tight shorts, his fingers hook her waistband and she feels them slide slowly down her thighs. Then she felt his hands on her hips, tickling the soft skin, then soft kisses being planted across her ass, working down and teasing the backs of her thighs. His tongue slipped free of his lips and began tickling high up her inner thigh, tickling the line of her knickers as she pushed back against his touch.

She ties to fight him but she is as much fighting herself…her animal urges. She desperately wants him. And the way he touches her makes her tingle from head to toe. She can’t help but feel herself get even wetter as her soft lace underwear slides down her thighs and she feels Aidan’s hot breath intercutting the cold breeze against her pussy.

His tongue snakes out and flicks ever-so-lightly across her lips, gently tasting her. Starting to explore further, the tip of his tongue eases between her lips and brushes against her clit, sending a shiver through her. Scarlet falls forward, her breasts heaving against the cold brick wall as the tongue of the man she met just minutes earlier begins to flick bacdk and forth over her throbbing clit. She can feel her juices begin to run down the inside of her thighs and she can’t stop herself. She grabs Aidan, pulls him to his feet and spins him around, pressing him hard against the wall and kissing him deeply. Their tongue intertwine and she tastes herself in the deep embrace, her hands frantically fumbling with his belt, almost tearing his tight jeans apart as she wrestles them and his boxers down his thighs.

She drops to her knees and takes his thick shaft between her fingers, feeling it still growing to her touch. It’s bigger than she imagined. As big as she hoped. She strokes it back and forth, her mouth salivating at the prospecft of sliding this hot, long shaft down her throat. She wraps her thick, full lips around the head and sucks on it hard while swirling her tongue around it. His fingers slip through her long hair and eases her back and forth as his big cock moves in and out of her mouth and she feels it begin to throb between her fingers. It hits the back of her throat and she remembers her little trick..beginning to yawn and feeling it push deeper and deeper…it seems to go on forever, sliding all the way down her throat. By the time it’s all the way down she has to come back up for air, gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, looking up at the tall, dark stranger and his wide-eyed wonderment.

“Nobody’s ever done that to me before,” he breathlessly utters before Scarlet takes every inch down her throat again and at that point he can stand it no longer. In one motion he lifts her to her feet and instantly off them, her legs wrapping around his body and they slam together into the hard wall. He reaches underneath her leg and takes his hard cock in his palm, directing its head to her hot, tight entrance. The air of anticipation is palpable. Time seems to stop as he gets closer and closer. Then, finally, he feels her hot wetness and her weight pushes her down onto the first two, thick inches instantly. She begins to moan and immediately bites his shoulder to stifle the noise. Then he pushes her into the wall as he thrusts and he fills her with his entire length, her teeth digging into him now in blissful agony.

They hold each other in the relief and excitement of the moment, hearts beating almost out of their chests. He eases out to the tip and Scarlet looks him in the eye, her mouth slightly open, beautiful lips in a slight pout, breathing heavily, expecting pure bliss to fill her at any moment. Then it does. He slams back inside her and starts to fuck her repeatedly, hard and fast, banging against the wall together. She buries her face in his neck and moans louder and louder with each thrust, occasionally pulling him into a kiss that they could barely fulfil, breathing hard into each other’s mouths.

His fingers grip her firm ass tight as he pulls her in towards him, slamming hard into her over and over, getting faster and faster, her hands in his hair and raking at his back. She can’t contain her moans any longer, she doesn’t care. Let the world know. This feels amazing. She can feel the heat building inside her. Her pussy begins to tighten on Aidan’s thick cock, her muscles twitching as her vision starts to blur. The world appears to spin, her light-headed drunkenness coupled with the onrushing orgasm sending her whole body into a euphoric trance. No thoughts, just pure, thrilling, building heat. Aidan’s knees begin to tremble and he quickens his pace even further, filling Scarlet’s tight little pussy over and over, getting quicker and quicker, her legs shaking around him, her pussy tightening further, milking his thick shaft as it slides in and out. Then it happens. They explode together, Aidan’s hot cum shooting deep inside her as a hard, trembling orgasm races through every part of her lithe young body. Her head spinning as it continues for what seems like minutes, no idea of where or even who she is. Just holding Aidan close and feeling him inside her, slowly starting to lose his size. She slowly unwraps her legs and eases herself to the floor, feeling him slip out of her as she does. They stand, knees shaking, holding each other resting against the wall, breathing hard, regaining their brains.

After a few minutes they kiss each other deeply and slowly amble their way back down the alley to the cobbled streets, hand in hand, and as they reach it their fingers slip away from each other and they walk their separate ways, both glancing back after a few steps and smiling a contented smile, hoping their paths shall cross again sometime…

Pippa Brown Chapter 2

So the pair continue texting and calling back and forth, exchanging their flirty wishes and the minutiae of their days. They stayed up late and traded previous experiences, conquests, fantasies and ideas for when they would meet. They both wanted it so bad but he lived miles away and had to schedule it around his work, though thankfully for Pippa she was on her summer holidays after school had ended. They sat up late in bed together with just the light of the screen in front of them illuminating their faces, red with a breathless lust neither of them could move past. During one of these chats in particular, they got talking about things they were yet to try, sexually, and Pippa conceded that she wanted to experiment with toys. This excited Jack tremendously, for he was not threatened by such things– as Pippa confessed her previous lovers had been – but instead was intrigued in the way men often get when presented with a new gadget. And these toys, he thought, had the possibility of generating lots of fun noises if used correctly.

So he decided to hop online and browse to see what was out there, finding a multitude of playthings that particularly interested him in the “for couples” section. He speedily forwarded the link onto Pippa and they chatted online about which ones they liked and how they would love to use them with each other. Jack asked her if any of the vibrators had caught her eye and told her to pick one and he would buy it for her. Pippa felt flattered but politely declined the offer but Jack was insistent. He told her to browse back through the list and find one that she liked the look of. If only he could have seen her face as she scanned through phallus after phallus-with-rabbit-ears…she was practically drooling at the possibilities. A few minutes went by before Jack came back to her and asked her for her choice. “Arrrgh it’s so hard to choose!!” she wailed, “Ok ok ok, I’ve decided…I want the G-spot Special pleeeeease!” Jack couldn’t help but giggle at the titchy teen’s choice of an eight-inch fat mammoth – Including G-spot-finding instruction manual! He added it to his basket and assured the young lady that when he next saw her she was going to cum like never before.

A fortnight of frustration later, the day had finally come and Jack found himself on the motorway heading for Pippa’s house, thoughts flying through his mind about whether sleeping with the 17-year-old cousin of your old school friend’s new wife was entirely moral. Then he remembered that night on the grass and his cock grew hard immediately. He knew he had to have her. He didn’t care about social etiquette or unwritten rules. He knew he was going to ravish this girl and a cheeky grin crept across his lips.

He arrived at her house at about midday Friday, having managed to get the day off, and knocked on the door, his hand shaking all the while. The door opened and there she stood, her beautiful face lit by the midday sun. He took one step into the house, took her face in his hands and kissed her – one of those kisses that stops your heart for just a second; that makes you feel like you’re floating. The door swung shut behind them and their lust immediately took over. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her and feeling his cock growing between her legs. He pressed her against the wall and started kissing her neck, then sucking on her earlobe the way he knew she loved. Her head fell back and she felt her nipples grow hard…she was starting to lose control…but then she heard a car. “Fuck, it’s my brother!” she blurted, Jack’s heart leaping about five feet out of his chest as he dropped her back to her feet. She grabs his hand and ushers him towards the back door, grabbing her bag on the way. They duck out the back of the house and hide under the window, listening carefully. They hear the front door open and her father walk inside. Carefully and quietly, they edge around the side of the house and creep behind the recently parked car to his, which they hurriedly bundle into before darting off, giggling with relief.

They reach the hotel Jack has booked for him and his “cousin” and sign in at the front desk, Pippa sure that everyone in the place is staring at her with judgemental eyes. She is sure that they all know what she’s up to, but seemingly they must be far too British to say anything as they are directed to their room without a hiccup. They reach the room and drop their bags, both sighing in relief that they’ve made it. They finally have a night together, as long as Pippa’s dad doesn’t check that her “film night” over her friend Anita’s house is going to plan. Jack walks up to her…she looks up into his big blue eyes, closes her eyes and holds her breath, waiting for those soft lips to meet hers again. She feels his hands slide up her arms and onto her shoulders, then…he pushes her and she falls backwards, onto the bed. He grabs her legs and pulls her back towards him, leaning down and lifting her t-shirt to kiss her stomach, then reaching for her jeans and unbuttoning them slowly. He slips them off and immediately goes to work…tickling her inner thigh with the tip of his tongue, her fingers running through his hair. He can smell her getting aroused; he can feel the heat growing between her legs against his cheek. His tongue snakes and probes and tickles around her panties…it slips beneath the side and flicks ever-so quickly over her clit. She moans sharply and pulls his head into her, desperate for more. He takes his fingers and teases all along the side of her panties, so close to her aching pussy that Pippa cannot stand it anymore and Jack knows it. She’s wriggling all over the bed and he can feel her wetness now through the soft cotton. He peels her knickers away and slips them off her sublime, toned legs, then starts slowly working his way back up from her knee. She pulls his head up and thrusts it between her legs, waiting just a moment before she feels his soft tongue flick across her clit again and she moans sharply. He takes it into his mouth and begins to suck gently, Pippa’s hips beginning to gyrate against his mouth. He takes his finger and eases into her tight hole, looking up at her as he does and watching her head fall back and her hands claw at the sheets. He begins sliding his finger in and out as his tongue finds a rhythm pulsing back and forth over her throbbing clit. She has never been licked like this before; her body felt on fire. She lifted her top over her head and tossed it aside, then fumbling around behind her back attempting to unhook her bra while Jack’s tongue continued exploring her teenage pussy, sucking gently on each of her lips, swirling around her clit. She finally releases the clasp and falls back onto the bed, throwing the bra across the room and squeezing her breasts firmly, taking her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently tugging on them. Then she grabs Jack’s head and starts fucking his mouth again, getting faster and faster. He adds a second finger to her soaking wet hole and thrusts them both in hard and deep, feeling her getting close to orgasm. He fucks her hard with his fingers and sucks, nibbles, licks, flicks and swirls around her clit with his tongue. She is breathless, unable to see properly, feeling this energy grow within her. Her legs begin to shake against his ears, occasionally squeezing his head tight; her hands claw at the sheets, her back arches and she lets out a scream as he thrusts his two fingers deep inside her and she cums on them, squeezing them tight. She pulls his head into her and pushes her hips back against him; Jack teasing her with little suckles on her clit, each sending a wave back through her limbs which caused her to let out a squeal and her body spasm sharply. She lays back, mind blown, pussy throbbing and dripping wet, and finally opens her eyes. The older man with his devilish grin looks back up from between her legs and climbs up her body, kissing her full on the lips. His tongue slips into her mouth and massages hers, with Pippa able to taste her juices from it, the dirtiness of which just seems to turn her on more. Jack’s hand slips back between her legs and tickles her ever-so lightly and she pushes him away. “I can’t take anymore!” she pants. But Jack has other ideas, and he yanks her legs wide apart, holding one back with his knee and the other with his left hand. He takes his right and holds his palm flat. He licks across his four fingers and then rests his middle digit on Pippa’s clitoris. Suddenly, he moves his hand from side to side vigorously, every bump of every finger brushing across the young girl’s clit sending her into a blind, screaming, flailing state, her pussy dripping even more. She pushes his hand away, having cum again, and asks him: “Oh my fucking God where did you learn that?! It’s incredible!” Jack just looks back at her smugly and speed-strokes her clit with his four fingers again, Pippa’s screams this time sure to be heard by the occupants of the next room, and sure to incite jealously.

When she finally regained both her breath and the power of speech, Pippa stroked the stubbled chin of the first real man that she had ever been between her young thighs and guided his mouth to hers. They melted into a deep, long kiss which had them both contemplating what was about to happen. Jack’s hands start to stroke up and down her spine which sends electrical impulses shooting throughout her body, firing all the way to the tips of her toes and causing said toes to tingle and judder beyond her control. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans slowly, reaching into them once she had and feeling Jack’s bulge, stroking it. She eased him up her body so he was straddling her chest, and she reached into his boxers to pull out his thick, long, hard cock. She’d never felt or seen one this big before, and it both excited and scared her. The excitement won over and she started stroking it up and down with her hand, Jack slowly edging closer and closer to her mouth and Pippa licking her lips with anticipation…wanting to taste it, to see how much she could fit in her mouth, to please this handsome older man and make his legs shake the way he had done to her. The head throbbing in front of her face and the shaft between her fingers, she snakes out the tip of her tongue and runs it around the head ever-so slowly, still stroking as she does. Then she lifts her head and the head slips between her soft, full lips. Jack lets out a moan as the young woman beneath him gently sucks on his Jack begins to counter Pippa’s movements with his hips and starts to slowly fuck the girl’s mouth. She feels every bump as it slides between her wet lips and into her hot mouth; she slides it along her tongue, tickling him with the tip. She cannot believe it but somehow it seems to be getting even bigger; it’s throbbing in her hand and she can’t even fit her fingers all the way around it any more.

He pulls out of her mouth and slips down her body, removing the rest of his clothes in the process. He starts to rub the head of his impressive member up and down her wet lips, feeling her hips push towards him as it brushed over her clit. He starts to tease her entrance with the tip, easing it between her lips and pushing just a tiny amount in, then easing out, kissing her neck as he does. He does this once more and, with the head of his big cock almost inside her, he lifts up and looks her in the eyes deeply She stares right back and they exchange thoughts almost telepathically, then she gives him a tiny nod and he begins to push, the head opening her lips up, wider than ever before. He eases the next inch inside her, Pippa letting out a loud moan as he does. Every inch he pushes into her stretches her young pussy further than ever before. It hurts Pippa somewhat, but she wants it so bad she doesn’t even care, and she pushes back with her hips. He gets his hard cock halfway inside her and begins to ease out and then back in gently, feeling her tight pussy red hot against his member, gripping it, caressing it as he slides it inside her. But every time he got to that same point he would be unable to fill her any more, for Pippa did not realise until this point that his cock somehow got even fatter halfway down, to the point that when Pippa eased Jack’s cock out of her and began to stroke him again, she noticed that the base was as wide across as four of her young fingers. This did scare Pippa, as she had only previously had two fingers inside her, even if they were bigger than hers.

Jack reached off the bed and pulled out some lube, which he then squeezed into Pippa’s waiting palm. As she stroked the head of his hard cock he jumped from the cold liquid before leaning back and enjoying Pippa’s fingers slip-sliding back and forth. She held onto his cock and guided it and him down back between her soft thighs, feeling the hot head slip between her lips and almost before she knew it, it was halfway inside again. Pippa let out a deep moan and gripped Jack tight. “Ahhh come on! This has to happen!” and she instructs him to push as hard as he can. They clung onto each other tight and pushed their desperate loins together, forcing the full length and width of Jack’s monster into her tight young pussy. They both moan loudly before kissing and grinding their hips together, finally feeling the warmth they had craved so much.

He begins to ease almost all the way out of her before thrusting back in deep, repeating and getting harder every time. His body starts to slap against hers as every inch slams into her tight, wanting hole. Her nails are scratching up and down his naked back, pulling him up into her, Pippa burying her face in the nape of his neck and moaning loud, stifling the noise with his body. He starts to speed up yet more, bouncing on top of her, giving her his fat cock hard and fast, her legs spread wide. He then lifts her legs onto his shoulders and leans right over her before thrusting back in even deeper than before. Pippa’s eyes open wide and a look of shock flies across her features before seguing into a smile with just a glint of naughtiness in her eye. Jack begins to thrust again, this time every time he fills his companion’s tight pussy she lets out a loud scream and grips onto to the bed sheets tight, struggling to come to terms with the mighty size of what was inside her. Jack starts to slam into her repeatedly again, even deeper than before, and Pippa can’t keep it down any more. She screams his name and pulls him in for a deep kiss before instructing him to “give it to me”. He gets faster and harder and Pippa’s head is spinning, unable to contain her screams, so she grabs a pillow and pulls it over her face, biting on it, screaming into it. The full length of his thick cock slides in and out of the young girl as she arches her back, her pussy tightens and she explodes all over his throbbing rod.

They slowly pull away from their locked embrace, Pippa’s pussy still twitching and tightening on Jack’s cock as he eases it out of her. She pants and wipes the sweat-soaked her from her face, a smile spreading across her lips and she pulls him by the back of the head into a deep embrace. “I’ve never been fucked like that!” she confessed, to which Jack responded with nonchalant confidence: “We’ve only just got started.”

They shared the joy of experimentation with each other over the course of the next few hours…Pippa screaming and biting the sheets as Jack pulls on her hips and pounds her from behind…sat on the desk being pulled towards him by her legs and ass…braced against the wall in front of the full-length mirror, watching the strong older man fuck her 17-year-old pussy hard. Pippa had never been treated to this level of care and attention. Their sexual escapades take them all around the hotel room and from being ridden on the sofa by the nubile dancer, Jack lifts her up with him, Pippa smoothly wrapping her thighs around his waist, and he carries her to the wall, presses her back up against it and thrusts back into her deep. Her back slides up the ice cold wall and her weight brings her down heavily onto his thick shaft, Pippa’s nails dragging up and down his back and her teeth digging into his neck as he gets faster and faster. Jack starts to feel a warmth growing in his loins and spreading throughout his body and realises his knees will give way if he carries on, so he turns around and falls back onto the bed with his lover beneath him. He positions her on the edge of it with her legs hanging over the side, which he then lifts up as if the girl were sitting on his stomach with her feet either side of his head, he wraps his arms around her soft thighs and fucks her as hard as he can while pulling her into him. Pippa starts screaming loud again…she can’t control any of her movements or sounds at this point – and the way Jack is holding her legs is tightening her grip on his cock even further, which in turn is sending her brain into a spin and her toes curl. He looks down at her and she looks back, dripping with sweat, so perfect with the light dancing and glistening over her young body…the way she arches her back and moans her soft moan send Jack over the edge and he can feel it throughout his body about to explode. Pippa screams his name one last time as she quivers with bliss and orgasms once more, which is all that Jack can take and he pulls out of her tiny pussy and drops Pippa’s legs to the floor. The girl slips off the bed and instantly takes the head of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it hard. She strokes the shaft with her fingers, feeling how slippery her little pussy had made it. Jack’s buttocks tighten and his head spins as he feels his hot cum shooting into Pippa’s hot mouth, filling it. She struggles to take it all and a little creeps out of her lips and drips off her chin onto her glistening breasts. Jack moans and spasms and twitches as he regains conscious thought once more, looking down and seeing the fully satisfied panting face of the girl that had just blown his mind.

Pippa Brown Chapter 1

The Blossoming Miss Brown

Pippa Brown was en route to her cousin’s wedding. They’d never really been that close but as Pippa was but seventeen years of age, it was hardly her decision to make. Her initial objections to the idea, of course, melted away pretty sharpish the moment her father made mention of a new dress. She had purchased – and by she, of course, I mean her father – a beautiful, flowing, navy blue number which retained her class while still accentuating enough of her fledgling womanly body to give her the sexiness she craved.

Now she had always been a sexual creature, with her big, beautiful blue eyes and bobbed brown hair atop a slim dancer’s body, lithe and supple. She got the attention of the boys. And she took advantage. Pippa was growing up faster than even she could keep up with, experimenting and showing confidence that belied her years.

So, when she strutted into the reception hall in her figure-hugging dress, the head of many a gent was turned, many snapping them back to their upright and locked position at the realisation – having travelled slowly from feet to neck in their assessment – that she was half their age, if not worse – a member of their own family. She thrived on this, strolling across the dancefloor and grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, flashing him a smile in the process and feeling the internal warmth that comes with knowing someone wants you. But the waiter didn’t interest her.

She had never been with an older man; not considerably older, anyhow. She had accrued 12 lovers up to this point, mostly around her own age, and mostly underwhelming of performance. She craved a real man to show her what the world of sex and lust can truly bring and this waiter was not that man. She wandered outside with her drink and sat on a low stone wall overlooking beautiful sprawling gardens, immaculately kept and smelling divine. She was just starting to let her mind drift away when a tall, dark, handsome stranger takes a seat beside her.

“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” said the man. “Just lovely” replied Pippa. “So are you with the bride or groom?” he chirped back. “Ummm the bride’s my cousin”, Pippa responded sheepishly. She was not sure if this man was being polite or attempting to seduce her, but she was enjoying his chiselled jaw and soothing, manly voice as he spoke with her. She was having trouble stopping herself from fantasising about him. Her mind was just drifting away until: “I’m Jack, by the way…I’m barely connected to this thing. Not entirely sure why I was invited, actually! I was at school with the groom, but haven’t seen him in years. I’m just glad I found someone to talk to here!”

The conversation continued on the edge of the beautiful garden, gradually segueing from small talk into banter, then to playful flirting and revelations. Jack confessed that he had not had the best luck with the ladies in the past and it had frustrated him. He was meant to have come to this wedding with his girlfriend but they had broken up about a month beforehand. He told her how she hadn’t got into sex and manipulated him for two years and finally he felt free. Pippa was picturing how this man would sweep her off her feet, carry her to the bed and slowly but passionately and expertly make love to her. She was getting ahead of herself – they had only just met. But she knew she wanted him, despite the age difference, and she thought – hoped – he felt the same.

They decided to take a walk through the gardens to escape the marauding bunch of little children running around and clawing at their ankles, making noise and just generally being annoying little shits. Jack ducked inside for just a moment into the hall, rapidly emerging with a bottle of champagne. “Quick…I’m not sure if they saw me!” he whispered, grabbing her hand and leading her down to the gardens. They duck behind some hedges, past a pond, around some ornamental flamingos – as you do – and find a nice little spot amongst the rose bushes to take a seat. They both fell to the ground, giggling like schoolgirls.

They sipped champagne and glanced at the setting sun as their laughs subsided…Jack turned to Pippa and told her how beautiful he thought he eyes were, and how it had made his night meeting her…she had no words…he leaned in and kissed her, her heart beating out of her chest, nervous, confused, aroused…her tongue slipped between his lips and they fell backwards onto the grass, him on top of her, their tongues dancing in their joined mouths.

She pushes him back. “I’m seventeen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before but I thought you should know.” she managed to stammer out of her mouth. “Well, that’s legal so I’m happy,” he quipped back before plunging his head into her neck and gently kissing her soft skin, creeping higher and taking her earlobe between his lips, flicking his tongue over it, sucking on it. How did he know this was her special spot? Lucky guess, I suppose, but Pippa was struggling to contain herself…she wanted him here and now. She reached down and felt his hard cock through his trousers, stroking it up and down as he pushed back against her hand. She felt his slide up the inside of her thigh, underneath her dress, pressing gently against her panties, feeling her hot pussy through the material, both moaning into each other’s mouths. They both forgot where they were for just a few minutes, consumed by animal desires, their loins throbbing at the undeniable chemistry between them. She unzipped his trousers and plunged her hand between the open teeth, taking him in her fingers and feeling how hard she was getting him. “My God, it’s huge!” she couldn’t stop herself from thinking. All this time she had been with boys – and their boys’ toys. Now, she had hold of a real man’s weapon – six-to-seven inches in length but with a girth that both excited and frightened her in equal measure. She wanted it; she just didn’t know if she could take it.

Jack rolled on top of her, slipping his knees between her legs and opening them slightly. They were kissing frantically, clawing at each other, desperate to rip off these clothes and surrender to the lust. Pippa’s dress had been hitched up as Jack ground his pelvis against hers, the head of his cock pressing against her now soaking wet pussy through the thin lace of her panties. Jack reached down and pulled them to one side before slipping a finger into her, gliding all the way in smoothly; she bit his shoulder to hold back her moans and pushed back against his hand with her hips. His finger retracts and she feels empty, longing for more, just as a second finger is added and thrust deep within her. Pippa reaches down and starts to pull Jack’s throbbing cock from its cotton prison just as they both hear a conversation seemingly approaching their direction. “Fuck, I think that’s my dad!” frantically whispers a panting, wanting Pippa, desperately frustrated, now knowing she would unlikely get to ride that throbbing muscle she held with such excitement and trepidation just moments previously. They hurriedly re-dress and retreat before they were caught and Jack had his impressive phallus removed by garden shears.

He takes her hand in his and bounds in the other direction of the conversation, Pippa struggling desperately to keep up in her high heels. They dart left and right through maze-like hedges, losing sight of where they were headed, hearts racing and each with that unmistakeable grin splashed across their faces. Neither of them had expected the wedding to be this much fun. They emerge from the gardens behind the kitchen and quickly jink into an alcove, Pippa trying to keep quiet as she is pressed up against the cold stone wall, Jack’s burning hot body pressed against her chest and his hand across her lips. She stays utterly silent and as close to him as she can as her father and step-mother casually wander past discussing where on Earth she could have got to.

Jack looks down at her and slowly removes his hand. He stares into her big blue eyes and her back into his, both realising that they can’t have what they both so desperately desire. He kisses her deep and slow and she melts into his arms, feeling completely safe and removed from her life, her family, her worries. “Could I maybe get your number?” he asks her with a cheeky smile. She knows that this is not the end as she inputs it into his phone and hits save. She grabs the back of his head and pulls him back in for another deep, passionate kiss and squeezes his still-hard cock through his trousers. “I’ll see you again, right?” she asks with a combination of confidence and hope. “Count on it.”

Pippa had wished and wished that her family had been staying at the wedding venue for the night but unfortunately for her it was close enough to her home for them to return to their own beds a few miles away. Pippa’s felt particularly lonely that night. She couldn’t get him out of her head. The way he looked, smelled, carried himself. My God, the way he touched her. The way he stroked her soft, young skin and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She reached to her phone and sent him a little note: “Back home in bed now. Wish I was still there. Thinking of you ;)”. She then closed her eyes, rested her head back on the pillow and slid her hands under the covers. She ran her hands over her body, underneath her shirt, playing with her hard nipples; her other teasing her inner thigh the way Jack had. She pictured him on top of her earlier that day, the way his cock felt pressed against her, and in between her fingers, she slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy and let out a muted moan. Her phone did its familiar rumble-rumble-ding-ding thing and her heart jumped out of her chest. It was him. He told her how he wished she was there with him now, how he couldn’t stop thinking about her tight body and how much he wanted her. She asked for him to tell her more and he duly obliged. He knew what she was up to and he instructed her to follow his movements with her hands, teasing her with his words. He told her how he wanted to lick his way up her thigh and tickle around the outline of her knickers before peeling them off her and spiralling closer and closer to her waiting clit before pulling away, releasing his fully engorged cock from his boxers and rubbing the head up and down her, feeling the heat emanating from within her.

He tells her how he wants to slam every inch into her, give her a fucking like she’s never experienced. How he wants to lift her legs over his shoulders and bounce on her, thrusting deep and hard and making her whole body quiver. She reaches to her night stand and grabs her hairbrush, flipping it around and grabbing the brush end, rubbing the handle up and down her wetness before pushing it all into her pussy, her head jarring to one side and biting the duvet as it fills her. She slides it in and out imagining being filled by this mysterious man’s throbbing shaft over and over. She had never felt lust like this. She wanted it so, so bad. She fucked herself with her hairbrush faster and harder than she ever had before, her legs beginning to shake as she desperately tries to stifle her moans, feeling herself racing closer and closer to orgasm. She reads his next text with her free hand and imagines him picking her up and fucking her hard up against a wall, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper and biting his shoulder…her whole body begins to convulse, Pippa trying desperately to not lose control as her parents are downstairs. She grabs a pillow and pulls it over her face, biting it and screaming into it as she pushes the brush handle as far as it will go and squeezes it tight, waves of bliss shooting through her, causing her limbs to flail uncontrollably, but manages somehow to keep quiet. She regains her thoughts and opens her eyes, panting, sweating, sated. She texts him back telling him just how hard he got her to cum and finishes with a plea: “We have to meet…please! Just think how good it would be to pleasure someone who appreciates it! I know you are ;) xxx”

Paul and Jane

Paul is sat on a train, headed towards Buckinghamshire, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the day's commuters. His mind is full of images of the beautiful Jane, towards which this track-bound bullet is headed. His heart is pounding out of his chest as the miles to his destination tick down. He has fantasised about this meeting for weeks, dreamt of throwing his arms around the stunning little blonde and kissing her soft lips.

Jane, meanwhile, is frantically readying herself for the meeting...shaving her legs in the bath thinking how much she long for him to kiss his way up them, washing and styling her long, flowing locks, picking just the right outfit to drive him wild without coming across too slutty. she picks out a little flowing black skirt and vest top, with matching black underwear beneath, showing just enough leg and a hint of cleavage. She knew she was ready.

She waits for him to arrive at the door...trying desperately to relax...drinking a glass of wine faster than she should have, pacing around the house. Then, finally, she hears the knock. Her heart skips a beat. She's scared, excited, relieved and confused all at the same time, but her feet seem to move automatically and before she knows it she is staring at the door with her hand grasped around the handle. She slowly pulls it open and there, before her, he is. Just like his pictures suggested. Tall, dark and handsome. With those eyes. Those big, blue eyes and that cheeky grin that made her knees weak. She gulped and smiled and invited him inside...he leans in and kisses her on the cheek, his stubble tickling her as he does.

She leads him toward the kitchen and offers him a drink. "Tea would be great, please" he replies, and she fills the kettle, her hands shaking slightly with nerves. Then there is that awkward moment - that tension in the air as they both stand waiting for it to boil. She blurts out "so how was the trip" and, while he replies, she hears nothing, just staring at his lips, imagining what they could do to her.

She begins to make the tea and then heads towards the fridge - which Paul is leaning on - to get the milk. He gentlemanly opens the door and pulls out the carton. Then, as he passes it to her, their fingers brush against one another and electricity shoots through them both. They stop just for a second, but it feels like minutes, staring into each other's eyes. Paul's heart is beating so fast he's sure she can hear it. He grabs Jane and pulls her towards him, kissing her deeply. The milk slips from her fingers as his fingertips Paulce across her neck. He spins her around and presses her against the fridge door, his tongue slipping between her lips, touching the tip of hers ever-so slightly. His hands slide down her waist, pulling her into him as her nails run up his back. His hands slide down over her hips and underneath her skirt. His fingertips tickle the soft skin of her thighs, inching higher and higher. They reach the soft lace of her knickers and the tips of his index fingers hook underneath the waistband. His mouth moves to her neck and plants soft kisses up and down it...sending her pulse racing even higher. Her eyes open just for a second and she remembers she's in the kitchen, with a window, and tries to push him away, but he takes her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, and holds them against the door, then buries his face in her neck and kisses it again, sucking gently, feeling her breath shorten.

His kisses begin to creep down her body...across her chest, tickling the tiny flash of cleavage she was flaunting. It had clearly worked. Then he frees her hands and lifts her top, softly kissing her stomach, tickling along the waist of the skirt with the tip of his tongue. She could feel herself getting hotter, but tried to stay strong, to get out of the kitchen. She runs her fingers through his hair and moans softly as his fingertips creep up underneath her skirt and she pulls his head away from her stomach. He again grabs her wrists and pushes them against the fridge, telling her to hold them there. Then he hooks her knickers again with his fingers and slips them down her thighs. Again she fights it, against her body's clear wishes. He takes control once more and tells her "no, keep your hands there" and his forcefulness just turns her on more as she feels her lace knickers slipping down her calves and her skirt being lifted. She leans her head back and closes her eyes...feeling his lips against her soft skin...lifting her leg to step out of her panties and Paul resting it on his shoulder...nibbling his way up her inner thigh...inching closer and closer. He feels her heat on the side of his cheek and snakes his tongue towards it...circling her red hot pussy but not touching it...driving her even crazier...then she feels the tip of his tongue flick ever-so lightly across her clit and a wave of electricity shoots through her body. Her hands can't help but grab his head through her skirt. She pulls it up over his head so she can look down at him and their eyes meet, filled with lust...just as his tongue slides from bottom to top of her wet, warm treasure. She moans again, louder this time, as his tongue works up and down, exploring her completely, swirling around her throbbing clit...feeling his index finger tickling her entrance before slowly pushing into her...her hips move towards him, pushing it deeper, grinding against his tongue...then he slides his finger in and out as his tongue speeds up...swirling and licking and sucking on her pleasure centre...Jane's legs struggle to keep steady as she feels herself slip away...her whole body possessed by her libido...fucking his finger and his tongue...moaning louder and louder as she feels herself get wetter...his fingers faster...his other hand steadying her as her legs shake, her hands gripping his hair and pushing into him as he thrusts he finger in deep and sucks hard on her clit and every bit of her body sets light...exploding with pleasure...her juices running down his finger as she squeezes it tight, struggling to breathe, then letting out a satisfied moan through her broken breath as her body finally relaxes and she eases his head away from her and pulls him up as he wipes his mouth and kisses her soft lips again and she holds him tight.

Paul is sat on a train, headed towards Buckinghamshire, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the day's commuters. His mind is full of images of the beautiful Jane, towards which this track-bound bullet is headed. His heart is pounding out of his chest as the miles to his destination tick down. He has fantasised about this meeting for weeks, dreamt of throwing his arms around the stunning little blonde and kissing her soft lips.

Jane, meanwhile, is frantically readying herself for the meeting...shaving her legs in the bath thinking how much she long for him to kiss his way up them, washing and styling her long, flowing locks, picking just the right outfit to drive him wild without coming across too slutty. she picks out a little flowing black skirt and vest top, with matching black underwear beneath, showing just enough leg and a hint of cleavage. She knew she was ready.

She waits for him to arrive at the door...trying desperately to relax...drinking a glass of wine faster than she should have, pacing around the house. Then, finally, she hears the knock. Her heart skips a beat. She's scared, excited, relieved and confused all at the same time, but her feet seem to move automatically and before she knows it she is staring at the door with her hand grasped around the handle. She slowly pulls it open and there, before her, he is. Just like his pictures suggested. Tall, dark and handsome. With those eyes. Those big, blue eyes and that cheeky grin that made her knees weak. She gulped and smiled and invited him inside...he leans in and kisses her on the cheek, his stubble tickling her as he does.

She leads him toward the kitchen and offers him a drink. "Tea would be great, please" he replies, and she fills the kettle, her hands shaking slightly with nerves. Then there is that awkward moment - that tension in the air as they both stand waiting for it to boil. She blurts out "so how was the trip" and, while he replies, she hears nothing, just staring at his lips, imagining what they could do to her.

She begins to make the tea and then heads towards the fridge - which Paul is leaning on - to get the milk. He gentlemanly opens the door and pulls out the carton. Then, as he passes it to her, their fingers brush against one another and electricity shoots through them both. They stop just for a second, but it feels like minutes, staring into each other's eyes. Paul's heart is beating so fast he's sure she can hear it. He grabs Jane and pulls her towards him, kissing her deeply. The milk slips from her fingers as his fingertips Paulce across her neck. He spins her around and presses her against the fridge door, his tongue slipping between her lips, touching the tip of hers ever-so slightly. His hands slide down her waist, pulling her into him as her nails run up his back. His hands slide down over her hips and underneath her skirt. His fingertips tickle the soft skin of her thighs, inching higher and higher. They reach the soft lace of her knickers and the tips of his index fingers hook underneath the waistband. His mouth moves to her neck and plants soft kisses up and down it...sending her pulse racing even higher. Her eyes open just for a second and she remembers she's in the kitchen, with a window, and tries to push him away, but he takes her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, and holds them against the door, then buries his face in her neck and kisses it again, sucking gently, feeling her breath shorten.

His kisses begin to creep down her body...across her chest, tickling the tiny flash of cleavage she was flaunting. It had clearly worked. Then he frees her hands and lifts her top, softly kissing her stomach, tickling along the waist of the skirt with the tip of his tongue. She could feel herself getting hotter, but tried to stay strong, to get out of the kitchen. She runs her fingers through his hair and moans softly as his fingertips creep up underneath her skirt and she pulls his head away from her stomach. He again grabs her wrists and pushes them against the fridge, telling her to hold them there. Then he hooks her knickers again with his fingers and slips them down her thighs. Again she fights it, against her body's clear wishes. He takes control once more and tells her "no, keep your hands there" and his forcefulness just turns her on more as she feels her lace knickers slipping down her calves and her skirt being lifted. She leans her head back and closes her eyes...feeling his lips against her soft skin...lifting her leg to step out of her panties and Paul resting it on his shoulder...nibbling his way up her inner thigh...inching closer and closer. He feels her heat on the side of his cheek and snakes his tongue towards it...circling her red hot pussy but not touching it...driving her even crazier...then she feels the tip of his tongue flick ever-so lightly across her clit and a wave of electricity shoots through her body. Her hands can't help but grab his head through her skirt. She pulls it up over his head so she can look down at him and their eyes meet, filled with lust...just as his tongue slides from bottom to top of her wet, warm treasure. She moans again, louder this time, as his tongue works up and down, exploring her completely, swirling around her throbbing clit...feeling his index finger tickling her entrance before slowly pushing into her...her hips move towards him, pushing it deeper, grinding against his tongue...then he slides his finger in and out as his tongue speeds up...swirling and licking and sucking on her pleasure centre...Jane's legs struggle to keep steady as she feels herself slip away...her whole body possessed by her libido...fucking his finger and his tongue...moaning louder and louder as she feels herself get wetter...his fingers faster...his other hand steadying her as her legs shake, her hands gripping his hair and pushing into him as he thrusts he finger in deep and sucks hard on her clit and every bit of her body sets light...exploding with pleasure...her juices running down his finger as she squeezes it tight, struggling to breathe, then letting out a satisfied moan through her broken breath as her body finally relaxes and she eases his head away from her and pulls him up as he wipes his mouth and kisses her soft lips again and she holds him tight.

She reaches down and strokes his now-rock hard cock through his jeans, her fingers running along all of his length, wrapping them around it through the thick denim and squeezing as her tongue darts into his mouth once more. She unbuttons his fly before hooking each side of his boxers, kissing his neck then sliding down his body onto her knees, taking the jeans with her, down to Paul’s ankles. As the soft cotton slips over his hard cock it springs free, almost catching her in the face. She stares at it, transfixed, admiring its thick, throbbing shaft…wondering if she could handle it inside her…her fingers reaching out and wrapping around it, unable to grip all the way around, feeling it throb against her palm…her mouth filling with saliva at the possibilities. Paul’s hand slips around the back of her head, in her gorgeous blonde hair, and gently eases her towards it, her tongue extending and flicking across the head, sending a shiver through his body. Then she takes the head between her soft lips and gently begins to suck, his head falling back as a moan escapes his lips. Her hand sliding up and down the shaft as more and more slips into her warm, wet mouth each time, his cock somehow seeming to get even harder to her touch, finally sending him over the edge and leaving him unable to contain himself any longer.

He immediately pulls Jane off the ground, his cock slipping from her lips, dripping from her saliva. He kisses her hard and deep as he lifts her off her feet, her legs wrapping around him. He carries her to the dining table and sits her atop it, their bodies grinding together, feeling the heat between them…his hand slipping between them and tickling her wet, wanting pussy…gripping his cock and sliding the head up and down her lips, across her engorged clit before holding the head at her entrance…his hands slipping around her waist, gripping her ass, then pulling her forcefully towards him, lifting her up as he does, his fat, hard cock pushing into her, stretching her tight little pussy as every inch eases deeper until she can feel every inch pulsating inside her. He pulls out to the tip before slamming back in hard and deep, frantically burying himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, possessed by his lust, his hands gripping her tight. Both moaning louder and louder as they become more and more frantic, her nails digging into his back, sliding up and down, gripping his ass and pulling him into her, biting his shoulder as every thick inch slams into her. Then he pulls out of her tight pussy, flips her over, bent over the table, tiptoes barely touching the floor as he slams back inside…her head tilting back and moaning loud. He takes hold of a handful of her hair and keeps her looking up a t the ceiling, as his other hand wraps around her hip and yanks her back towards him, countering his thrusts, his cock sliding in smooth and hard.

He brings his other hand down and pulls hard on her waist as he pounds her tight, wet hole over and over, faster and faster…both of them struggling for breath as they get closer to the inevitable climax. The table being shoved inch by inch across the floor with each thrust…Jane’s nails clawing at anything within reach, gripping the tablecloth tight as she begins to feel her legs shake…her pussy beginning to tighten and her head spinning…Paul feeling this through his engorged member, pounding harder and faster, sending waves of pleasure through her body…her moans turning to screams as she starts to cum…her juices flowing all over the hard cock sliding deep into her hotness…Paul grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back harder, his cock plunging yet deeper…feeling himself begin to lose control…a heat building low in his legs and rising quickly…her tight pussy squeezing him, milking him…his legs start to shake, unable to deal with Jane still cumming hard on his cock…he fights the instability by pulling on his young lover, slamming in just a few more times before completely losing it, pulling her back as he plunges in deep, falling onto her back and allowing her pussy finally to continue what he started…tightening yet further, milking his cock as he explodes inside, filling her with his hot, sticky cum…their mixed juices running down each of their legs as they lay together, him on her back, both bent over the table, panting, spasming, locked together, unable to move for minutes as they catch their breath and their bodies return to their control.

Tom and Kara

Tom is sitting on a plane on his way to Oklahoma, his heart beating out of his chest. His mind is racing with thoughts of the face that will greet his arrival. He was to meet Kara, a beautiful, lithe young creature fillled with all the roaring hormones of a 17-year-old body, and what a body it was. He had been thinking all over the Atlantic what he was going to do to her; how it would play out. They had talked for hours over the internet, and even on the phone. But this was different. Especially after what he'd said to her before. The words that flowed through his fingers into the plastic coffin of the keyboard, trapped for eternity. He had made her sweat in a room with her family, by telling her just how his tongue was going to snake its way to the top of her thigh and tease around her panties. He had made her heart pound and her tight young pussy throb and moisten with his words. She had masturbated many times thinking of his hard, fat cock thrusting deep into her over and over, barely ever finding privacy, biting her lip to hide her moans in the shower.

She was waiting at the airport for him, her heart aflutter, her head filled with memories and fantasies...would he look like his pictures? Would he still be attracted to her? Would he take her, tear her clothes from her body and tease and please her as he promised? She was dressed up for him, not too sexy, but definitely giving him something to think about. Her bronzed, toned legs shimmered in the light below a tight, short denim skirt. She coupled this with a simple white vest top and short hoodie. She had ummed and ahhhed about what she should wear - including the difficult underwear conundrum - for a whole week before his arrival. Incidentally, she had decided to forgo the underwear, the danger of it all making her even hotter.

Tom's flight lands and he hurredly reaches for the overhead locker, of course in competition with every other impatient social zombie whose life is more important than anyone else's. But - thankfully - Tom was tall and imposing, and despite his good nature, had a touch of acting nous and occasionally decided to employ this to good effect by giving the occasional pest a look that told them "if you don't move, I'm going to rip you into a million pieces and shove each one of those pieces up your ass". And so he was given space. Tom was happy. And excited. Now it dawned on him "...oh my god...she's just out there..." but he knew that the airline tended not to give out freebie returns on the basis of nervousness and so he made his shaky-footed way off of the plane and towards the terminal.

The pair's eyes dart around the room, scanning for each other, searching for the person from the photos they had exchanged - except nobody looks two-dimensional. Damn it. Then...the crowd parts like it were controlled by Moses and they stand feet from each other, staring intently into each other's eyes...the pressure building up in each of them...they slowly start to walk towards each other, speeding up with each step..."what's going to happen?", "how do I greet him?", "what if she thinks I'm ugly in person?", "what if he..." and he kisses her, hard. His hand slides up her back and pulls her into the kiss, his fingers running through her hair. She can't breathe - his lips vanquishing any air that could get in and the passion of the kiss prompting any air in the girl's lungs had been quickly lost. She pulls back and looks at him, catching her breath as she does..."wow," she utters, "that caught me off g.." and he pulls her towards him again, his tongue slipping into her mouth, massaging hers. Her hands are raking up and down his back, her mind filled with all the fantasies he had told her over the years, and she realised she wanted him. Now.

They forgo baggage claim - they just go around and around anyway, what difference will 10 minutes make? - and she leads him by the hand to a cleaner's cupboard. A quick look around and they dart inside, into the dark, and immediately she feels his hands on her ass, lifting her into the air. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in tight, their tongues dancing in their joined mouths, clawing at each other's clothes. She unwraps her legs and stands again, as he takes her hands and lifts them above her head, telling her to keep them there. Then his hands slide down her sides, feeling the contours of her beautiful figure, sliding over her hips and leaning in as they move to her ass and back up her spine, tickling along its length and sending shivers through her.

He kisses her hard again and her arms come down around his neck, she can feel his cock throbbing through his jeans and her nipples poking him in the chest...his hands are all over her...her head is spinning...his hands slip under her skirt and she gasps as he brushes his fingertip over her clit through the thin material. She reaches down and starts frantically trying to undo his jeans, desperate to get her hands on what's inside. His fingertips hook under the waistline of her panties and he eases them away from her hot, wet essence, slipping down her smooth thighs, her stepping out of them with one foot, reaching into his newly available boxers as she does. She grasps the shaft of his throbbing dick and strokes down and then up, her mind trying to work out just from a first touch if she's had one as big as this before. She doesn't care. She wants it. She continues stroking his hard cock as they move closer together...she opens her legs for him, him taking one thigh in his hands and holding her leg wrapped around him...with his other hand rubbing the head of his cock up and down her now soaking wet pussy...her juices running down its length, her pussy aching for it. He looks her in the eye as he positions the head at her entrance, takes a breath and then thrusts hard, lifting Kara up in the process, banging her back against the wall, this proving the resistance he needed to push every inch of his fat phallus into her tight hole. She moans sharply, her nails digging into his back, then bites his shoulder to prevent being caught...he starts giving it to her as hard as he can; he's been wanting this so long. Their intertwined midriffs burning with passionate intensity, they claw at each other and stifle the moans they wish they could scream, ushering each other towards ecstasy, one thrust at a time. She moans in his ear to fuck her harder and he duly obliges, slamming her with its entire length on every push...she's never had one this big, it's hitting spots she didn't even know existed and making every previously-hit spot feel all the more alive and on fire than ever before...she can feel it building...she can barely breathe, her legs are starting to shake, she tries to stay with it to keep fucking him back, but she cannot. He grabs her standing leg and lifts her up, completely supporting her on his arms, her legs on top of his forearms, giving him access to slam his hard shaft into her as fast as he could...she cannot take it any more, she's no longer able to see...her limbs are not under her control...she's biting him hard trying to keep quiet but barely manages it, her pussy tightening as she begins to cum...he keeps thrusting harder and harder and she keeps cumming, her juices running down him, soaking his pubic region. He thrusts in deep and she clenches down on him, holding him tight, and he shoots his hot juice inside her, filling her. She feels the hot liquid fire into her belly and holds him closer, milking every last second out of this moment together...their bodies spasming and twitching...his knees nearly giving way...then they look at each other's sweaty, panting faces and kiss deeply before deciding that maybe they should try and find his luggage.