Natalie Acres - Sex party

“Do you have on panties?”

“No!” She blushed. Too bad for Kane and Evan, she seldom blushed around them and both commented on it. They loved to see her little cheeks all flushed and rosy. Apparently, he brought out the color in them.

“Will you raise up your skirt and show me?” He swallowed stiffly and looked back at the road.

A few seconds passed, and she shifted beside of him. Her breathing sounded heavier, and he slowed down long enough to follow the stockings to her knee caps. He looked away, helped her with the teasing, and the waiting. When he turned to check her out again, he found her bare skin showing off a perfectly shaved and waxed mound.

“Beautiful.” He stared at her naked pussy before he looked into her eyes. “I want you to put your fingers inside of your cunt and finger yourself for me.”

“Braden!”

He only glanced back and forth at the road. “Peyton, I need to see you do it. I want to know you’re wet and ready for me. I only want you thinking about me, just me right now, Peyton.”

“I am thinking about you, Braden.” She touched her mound and watched him. God help him, her eyes lingered over him, and he almost came in his pants as he watched her middle finger slip out of sight. She moaned a little when she added a second finger.

“Damn you must be tight.”

“I am, Braden.” She quickly added. “But you can stretch me.”

“Shit!” He almost ran off the road because he was looking down at her when he should’ve watched out for the guard rails.

“Look at me for a second,” she teased. “Can you see me, Braden?” She scooted to the edge of the seat and then pushed up with one palm behind her while her right fingers continued to fuck inside her pussy.

She threw her head back against the seat and let her knees fall to the side. She licked her lips, and her head turned. Her cheek mashed against the seat. She fucked herself only harder. “Hmmm… Braden,” she whimpered.

“How does that feel, Peyton?”

“Hot…it’s so good, but I know how to make it better.” She closed her legs and trapped her hand between them and then slowly withdrew her hand. She drew her knees to her chest and twisted around sideways so her back pressed against the door.

He reached over and spread her legs, pressed against her thighs so she was fully exposed. He roughly ran the back of his hand up her leg. “That’s sexy, baby. Your pussy is so pretty, Peyton.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you need to keep your eyes on the road. Let me take care of things over here.” She giggled before she rubbed her palm across her mound, and he noticed she’d started to relax with him. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief, and his cock throbbed with the same acknowledgement his mind wrapped around. She was going to fuck him from this night forward, and if she didn’t watch it, he might bend her over on the side of the road any minute now.

“What are you doing there, Peyton?” He grabbed her ankle and pulled it across his lap. Her leg touched his cock, and he held her calf against his erection as he let out a hearty growl. “When I get inside of you, I may never leave.”

“You boys all make similar promises, don’t you?”

He jerked when she mentioned the others. Damn it, he didn’t want jealousy to ruin a good thing. He shook it off as soon as it grabbed him by the balls. “Seems Kane almost meant it. Hell, anytime we try to find him, he’s sniffing around your room.”

“Braden.” Her tone dropped again. “I need you to let go of my ankle for a minute.”

He did, and she bent her knees outward. Even in the moonlight, he saw her pussy glisten with desire. He smelled her arousal. Her fingers parted her folds and she began with a scissor like motion before she buried her hand against her body.

Taking it one second at a time, she fucked herself in various ways. Slow, fast, one finger, and sometimes two.

“Do you like touching yourself?”

“I like it good enough,” she said. “It’s erotic having your eyes on me.”

“It’s naughty, Peyton. That’s what it is.” He turned right and headed toward the lower barn. It had just started to piss-pour rain so he had to unload the feed in the back before they headed for the house.

“Where are we going, Braden?” She had a playful tone in her voice as her fingers continued to work in and out of her body.

“I gotta unload something before I take you in the house and make love to you all night long.” He cursed himself for sounding desperate, almost goofy. It didn’t matter though. Not really. Peyton loved him, and so help him, right now, it was all he cared about.

“Braden… I’m so close.” She rose and fell against her own hand as he pulled into the barn. The breezeway was perfect for parking, especially in bad weather. All of the Cartwells, at one time or another, made good use out of the barn.

He threw the gearshift into park for the last time and swiped her hand away. “You’ve done enough work for tonight, sweetheart.” He bit his lip and watched her reaction when he slipped his fingers into her cunt.

“I need to come,” she said.

He unhooked his belt, pulled his cock from his fly, and fingered her slower and slower. “Oh you’re gonna come all right, but not by my hand or yours.”

“Uh-huh. Promises, promises.”

“Nope, this is a guarantee.” He snatched her wrist and pulled her up. At the same time, he opened the door on the driver’s side and pulled her with him. He stepped out of the truck. As quickly as he stood with her, he gently pushed her back against the bench seat. Her legs hung over the seat, fully exposing her.

He moved in between her legs and touched her mound. “I’ve waited a long time, Peyton.” His hungry voice and intense focus heightened the awareness-hers and his. He touched her clit gently and twirled it with his thumb.

“Braden, please don’t tease me. We’ve teased all the way home. No more teasing.”

He reached for her breast and squeezed. “I need to see them when I fuck you, Peyton. I need to touch your nipples, feel them, and taste the way these pretty little gems spike under my tongue.”

She grinned as wide as he’d ever seen her smile. “Then start fucking me, big boy. This shirt is comin’ off!”

Braden’s cock stayed at her entrance until she stripped the shirt away from her body. When he leaned over her to help her take her bra off, she felt the tip break past her folds, but before she clasped down on the head, he tipped backwards and gave her a quick slap to the hip.

“Oh no you don’t.” He held his cock around the shaft and deliberately kept her from capturing him. He leaned over and kissed one breast and then the next. “You have pretty nipples, Peyton.” He held his palm against her jaw while he traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

With his mouth over her nipple, he moved his hand away from her face and traced the outline of her body until he reached her thigh. Slowly, he slid his hand to her inner thigh and with a growl, he rose over her.

“Spread open for me, Peyton. Give me some room, baby.”

“Braden, I know how big it is. I can handle you.”

“I know you can, but can your snug little pussy…” He slid halfway in and she cried out. “See there, baby, trust me, let me go slow.”

Braden’s cock needed its own class. He was thick and incredibly long. She didn’t want to mention it, but she noticed a very unique quality when she gave him the interrupted blowjob. His dick curled in an extraordinary fashion. The natural shape guaranteed a woman’s pleasure and even before he pressed all the way into her vagina, she needed to come.

“Open your legs wider, Peyton.”

“Braden, just fuck…me.” She tried to take the lead by wrapping her legs tighter around him.