John Clayton - Practice does it

"If it's wanton, it's wanton I want."

They smiled at each other and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and he planted a warm succulent kiss fully on her lips.

"Oh, Roger!"

"Ruby, I'm going to try and be the best teacher ever!"

They embraced in a clutching, impassioned, frantic effort to reassure each other. The canoe rocked slightly.

Roger let his hand drift down to her round breast. He felt her breast heave with, a sigh. It was only a few moments before his hand was under the fabric and his delighted fingers were fondling her plump warm tit. He worked his palm around as if he was grinding an orange softly over a squeezer.

"Roger, you're so tender."

Already she felt his hard-on pressing against her. She wondered what it looked like. She was afraid she'd never know because there wasn't much moonlight. While she was thinking these thoughts she felt him rise to his knees and pull his shirt over his head, placing it behind him in the bow. Gingerly, he stripped away his shorts and underwear and placed them with his shirt. She reached out one hand and felt his body. It was tightly muscled and hard. She liked it.

He straddled her body and peeled the lovely halter off her as if she were a banana. He undressed her quickly. The canoe was confined but gave them all the room they needed for what he wanted to do. When her peaches-and-cream body was naked before him he slowly removed his t-shirt and shorts. He exposed his gleaming brown body. There was almost no light, but his eyes shown like jewels.

He lay on his side and ran his hands up and down her body. She tingled. She twitched. She turned and tried to breathe. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her lips gently. She was on fire. He worked his fingers on her earlobes. Kay thought she'd have to jump in the lake to keep from burning up. His tongue flicked against her cheek. Her cunt was burning! He rolled on top of her. She wanted to scream for him to fuck her!

When Roger began to move his hips with his inflamed and sturdy cock flat against her stomach, her whole body vibrated with the excitement. She couldn't understand what it was, but the man had a touch of something extra-human about him.

His soft lashes brushed her cheek deliberately several times. The effect was like fire. She was so excited and dizzy she couldn't remember what she said, but she knew it was begging in one way or another. At one point, he pulled away from her. She got on her knees but couldn't reach him. She crawled across and clutched at his knees.

She let some strands of her hair cascade down her shoulders and back. He reached down with one hand and softly ran a finger across her brows and down her nose. She quivered again and kissed madly at his thighs. He remained standing erect with feet slightly apart to compensate for the subtle rocking of the canoe.

Kay let her full breasts brush his legs shamelessly while she stretched her neck to plant her lips on his cock. She couldn't reach it because it was sticking out from his body too far above her head, so she planted her kiss on his balls. Roger lowered himself and let her kiss his straight prick with her soft lips.

Roger lay her back down and climbed on top of her. His hands massaged her body, first the big muscles, moving to smaller muscles and finally to the soft round tits which seemed to weigh so much.

He rolled over on his back. She got on all fours above him. Her tits hung down and touched his body. With his dark eyes fully open he let his hands caress her flesh and her tits rub against his belly.

Kay couldn't stand the fire building in her any longer; she had to get fucked.

Carefully, using his arm to steady herself, she lowered her pelvis to his. He guided his cock so it was at the proper angle for her to impale herself. She brought her cunt over it and lowered in onto his rearing cock. It was as big as most she'd had, but it was hotter than all of then. She eased onto it. She let out a breath of satisfaction.

He held that position for a moment and then slowly began to move. At first he pushed his hips forward slowly. The next time a little more quickly. After that he got up steam and thrust out his hips with force. Eventually, he was throwing his hips up in the air to her while her body humped with each stroke.

Kay was delirious with joy. Roger's eyes stayed on her bouncing breasts. Tier pink nipples bobbed in front of his eyes, mesmerizing them. He could have followed them forever, but his mouth became impatient and he found himself stretching his neck to reach them and imprison them in his lips.

"Roger, you're setting me on fire!"

"I'm already on fire. Oh, my sweet, precious, beautiful…"

He couldn't finish what he was saying because he couldn't keep her tit out of his mouth. He kept sucking it, letting out a word or two, then planting his mouth on her delicious breast once again. He grabbed her by the buttocks, held her fast and used her as a wall to climb up.

Kay had never felt like this before. What the hell could he be doing? Others had done the same things but never with so much style. Roger could even make his shoulders seem sexy. At one point he got his elbow next to her cunt and she thought the world was coming to an end, she felt so good.

Leaving her kneeling, he crawled on his back between her legs. There was very little light, just enough to let him see the general outline of the blond bush on her mound of Venus. The tongue flicked in and out of it. His fingers spread the lips of her damp cunt. Kay leaned her pendulous breasts forward so she was in a sixty-nine position, but Roger cupped his hand over his cock and wouldn't let her suck him.

"I can't stand it any longer, Roger. Please, please fuck me. For God's sake!"

With a smile he looked up at her.

"Come to me, then."

His hands were inviting her. His body was inviting her, his cock and his lips and his eyes were inviting her. She wanted his hard cock she lowered her pelvis, this time onto his cock. She ground her hips, threw her head about, swirled her hair and bounced her torso, anything – so long as it excited her lover.

Roger, in turn, threw his cock into her. It made a noise. He fucked with such energy he pushed her into the air high enough so he could roll her on her side and be back in her, sunk to the hilt, by the time she came down on her side. Kay couldn't bounce any more, all she could do was wiggle. This she did as if her life depended on it. Roger repeatedly and energetically thrust his body against the voluptuous young girl. He put one hand around each tit and pulled her to him by the fleshy handles each time he smashed his cock into her pussy. She tried to roll her hips in a way that would enhance it for him. His groans told her she was doing well.

Kay was giving out quiet, gentle moans of pleasure. Roger worked his cock in her hot pussy till she found herself rolling over on her back. Her knees were wide apart and her swollen tits were hard. His small hands wandered over them and his mouth dropped down to kiss her inflamed nipples. Kay felt his tightly muscled back under her arm and her delicate fingers roamed through his hair, twirling ringlets around her fingers.

Roger mounted her easily when she was fully on her back, her wide hips contrasting to her narrow waist. When he was harbored between her smooth creamy legs, he reinserted his cock in her warm cunt. Then their ride began. Kay's eyes popped open.

He was moving his hips in a way she'd never even thought possible. He seemed to be going around in a circle, rolling from the top of her cunt to the bottom and up the other side. Yet he was driving deeper within her with each revolution. She'd felt his cock. It wasn't so large; how could he fill so many parts of her at once?

He seemed to be everywhere. The speed with which he moved frightened her. His body was wet with sweat. Their torsos slid against one another. Roger wiggled and slid all over her sexy body, clutching a tit, or keeping himself from rolling off by thrusting a knee against a canoe rib.