Alice Moore - Amorous Actresses

I pushed up his shirt to get the full effect of his pelt. My god, there’s a thick tree trunk of hair growing up from his navel to his neck, with spines along the edges like cactus. I kissed his belly. It bounced in appreciation.

Then a pulled those ridiculous shorts down. There was nothing ridiculous about his prick, though. It was flashing at me from a thick bed of hair. I kissed down to the tip and took it in my mouth. The ring of skin around the crown squirmed as I pressed on it.

“Don’t suck me off, I want to fuck.” Another country heard from.

“Sure, sweets. Let’s do it.”

I stood up and we went through our slow strip like we usually did. His middle half was already bare, so I let him take off my green and red sweater. We were color coordinated. The triangles and squares knitted into the sweater went over my head. I couldn’t see then. Harry took advantage of my temporary blindness to lift my tits up in the bra while he found the catch. Ah, glorious freedom. He kissed my nipples. I could smell his randy cock and bet it was bobbing between his legs… just dripping stuff.

I caught my breath as he did my nipples.

Then I could see him again. He had the devilish grin he has when he’s thinking up something novel to do.

“Open your fly and stick my dick in against your panties.”

Oh, one of the clothing fetishes again. Still it sounded sexy, so I did it. My underwear was going to be smeared. We’d have to have a clothes washing date down in the basement of the dorm.

I grabbed his rod and pulled it toward me. Naturally enough, Harry came with it, his famous hair pressing against my body and sending tingles all up and down it.

His meat fit into the opening of my panties and pressed against the wet spot I’d managed to work up in my crotch.

“Ohh, your wet.”

“And so are you lover.” I kissed that cute little nose again. Then I wasn’t playing any more as I bit his lips. His tongue came into me and we dueled. My L A. Lawyer’s hands were stroking my bare back.

Mine undid my black pants and pushed them down. Then he found my panties and did his part. That lovely cock pressed between my cunt lips as we ground together like the two parts of a peppermill. That was hot.

He pulled his meat down just a little and allowed it to poke into the top of my slot. I was all gooey around my cut. Harry added his goo to mine. The soft part of his dick raked down my cut, which popped up. He did that again and again.

Harry knew how steamy that got me. We were still kissing. I did his shoulders.

Somehow we were naked. You know how that goes. I was kicking my stuff off and so did he.

My legs went around the back of his as I pressed his dick against my stomach.

My lover boy moaned and allowed his hands to trail fire down my back where he kneaded my buns.

We were jiggling together, turning from one side to the other in a passionate dance. I changed the pace from a waltz to a tango as I bent him over…

Harry’s cock raked up my belly, while his fur sanded my body until I was shaking.

“Let’s fuck.”

I agreed. We somehow managed to keep close while we legged over to my bed.

“Top or bottom?”

Harry. wants to know those kinds of thing. “I’ll be top gun this time.”

“As long as you get my gun, I’m willing.”

I watched as he took off his British Knights. He had nice feet too with kind of stubby toes. He lay on the bed and pushed his foot up. I knew what to do: I grabbed his ankle and held his foot against my bush. The bottom of Harry’s foot must have been the most sensitive part of him. He rubbed my puss with it. I know I must have left a wet spot there.

Then he let me kiss his toes. One by one his little piggies went to market.

Finally, minor foot fetish satisfied, he lay back on the bed, grabbed his cock and said, “Sit on it.”

Well, I wanted to fresh taste before I sat on it, so I straddled his legs and gave him a little head, watching his eyes. If, they went too glassy I stopped.

I don’t mind swallowing a guy’s stuff, but I liked it pumping into my box better. Fortunately, I’d remembered to put in my diaphragm and coat it. My curly haired lawyer lover would have never thought of a condom until I sued him.

Once I had him pretty wet, I changed position. As I started to do that, Harry began to fondle my tits. I stopped moving to enjoy his fingers as they traced my curves and flicked my nipple.

Then I was all business, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips as he guided his sticky wick down my belly and to my snatch.

We knew each other well enough by that time that Harry found the hole almost instantly. I adjusted a bit as the flare poked between my cunt lips and then slipped up into me. I could feel the skin of his cockhead as it passed. His crown poked and slithered and finally we were face to face and cock to cunt.

I kissed his lips, nibbling them just slightly. Harry hips raised up and looked really was interested now. I went into the pushup position over his body and gave him a few. My whole chest ignited as the soft fur on his body touched my skin. I began to sing our song, “I’m just wild about Harry.”

This girl only knows the chorus or whatever it is and I’d gone through it about ten times, raising and lowering myself on his hard peg.

I heard, “Fuck me, honey.”

Harry’s voice sound drowsy. I popped my eyes open. He was in that semi-comatose state he gets into when he’s enjoying a good fuck. His round face relaxes, though it’s fairly flushed and my little lawyer practically pigs out on the feelings. I was feeling pretty good myself.

My boy has a way of wiggling his hips to set his dick that stirs deepest recesses of my insides. He was doing that now.

Like a good drill sergeant, I picked up the pace.

We really fucked. I watched his face for that sign of tension. I wanted to have him deep inside me when he popped, not just at the edges of my cunt.

His mouth opened. He made a fish pucker. Yeah, he was about to do it. I pounded down on his prick so hard my long hair came forward over my face and began to tickle his nose. That set him to twisting his head from side to side.

We were both close. It was going to be a race to see who could get off first. I tightened my pussy muscles… which only helped him. But it did me a lot of good to. My whole cunt twitched. I slammed my belly down on his so my clit bent back and snapped up again, scraping against the folds of skin around it. I was going to make it first.

No.

Damn.

Harry’s cock swelled as he began to pump and gasp at the same time. Little grunts of pleasure. His eyes were open, but I didn’t know what he was seeing.

Certainly not with me.

Then I clouded over. My box snapped and a string of fire crackers exploded in it and they weren’t Harry’s. I must have lit his fuse though, because soon he was really pumping and it was hot juice spattering inside time.

We both practically turned to rag dolls on top of each other after our cum.

Harry lay with one hand off the edge of the bed, his feet were rubbing the end to get them off I suppose.

“Get off me honey, or go on a diet”

I slapped his cherubic face. “I am thinner than ever. If that matters. You’re going to have to take me as I am.”

He grinned, “I just did. And it was great.”

His arm came up as he looked at his watch.

“Shit.”

“The sheets are dirty enough already.”

“I mean, opening night of Romeo and Juliet. We don’t want to waste those freebees.”

“And they say that Romeo has a big dick. They wear those tights you know. Fancy Jones down the hall has filled me in on the details.”

“Ah, women. All they think about is getting laid.”