John Clayton - Practice does it

Her clit was delicious to him and he lovingly clung to it with his pursed mouth. He moved his lips to excite her. His hands followed the contours of her soft warm flesh up and down her torso. Her tits were rounded and soft. He took delight in holding her nipples between his fingers and in feeling them harden while he caressed them.

Gene's mouth extracted itself from the hairs on her pudenda and suckled on her breasts. She moaned excitedly. Her blouse was still on her shoulders, but her tits and tummy were exposed. Working frantically, he unzipped the skirt and pulled it down her slender legs. Thank God culottes were designed so they could be gotten on and off quickly.

Gene's clothing was more cumbersome. He was so frantic to fuck he danced his pants down his legs and let his new slacks and undershorts hobble his ankles. No sweat, he thought, all he needed free was his cock and since his ass was exposed anyway, she could play with it.

When her hands weren't on his head, on his cock or around his back, she did play with his ass, grabbing handfuls of his downy cheeks. While she was doing this he was fucking her. Deliberately he shot an extra hard stroke into her hungry cunt. He even picked her up with his hands firmly planted on her ass and virtually lifted her off the floor. A loud thump startled two fishermen who were just turning in their boat on the other side of the shack's thin wall.

"Jesus, Harry, we ought to shove the practice of jurisprudence and take up renting boats. The pay's less but the fringe benefits are dynamite!"

Gene put all his anxiety into his strokes. It was a risky undertaking, fucking within earshot of his employee who might want to turn the situation into a threat, into blackmail. This whole trip, this whole undertaking was nerve-racking. Yet she was a delight, so fuck it! The company's future, his reputation, the business, everything – fuck 'em!

All this gave him nervous energy, and Kay was feeling the results with each demanding stroke her willing body was pulling the anxiety out of him – each cunt-lip quiver drew more of it from him.

Eagerly, Kay pulled him to her. The touch of her flesh made him arch his hips higher and throw them forward more determinedly. Kay forced her hips up to intercept his downward thrusts, praying she was doing the right thing for him because it was so delicious to her. His strength and determination, coupled with her delight at his pressure, forced her down onto the floor. Their bodies collided again and again in their acrobatic exchange.

Kay thrilled to the force of his manic fucking. Greedily, she clung to his body! With clenched teeth she shoved her cunt at him. Her muscles were moving clockwise around his cock. His pink and blue prick swelled with the pressure of her pussy.

With a tight clutch of her broad hips he rolled over on his back and brought her eager body cm top of his tanned torso. She hastily got her legs into a kneeling position and without slipping off his cock let her torso rest on his hips as she sat on his erect reddened penis.

With a noisy clamp of his hands on her buttocks Gene guided Kay's hips in a circular rotation. Each time she swung them around in a full circle she completed it with a little snap and ground around another time. She was not small chested and the generous blossoms of her nipples pointed in opposite directions, now reddened by his eager hands. As his eyes concentrated on their pink wobbly meatiness, he felt like climbing a whole cliff made of tits. He clasped one hand on one juicy tit and squeezed it gently. Her nipple protruded between his coiled thumb and index finger. Sighing and making noises in his throat, he began licking the underside of her tit. He gave it long loving licks as if it were a dripping ice cream cone. Kay's motorized hips churned around his ramrod-hard organ as she added lifts and squats to her exercises.

Gene leaned back with his head on the floor and watched her tits bounce and flap to and fro as she tore up his cock with her hungry pussy. While he stared at her, Kay raised herself up off his cock. It flapped against his stomach. She got her feet planted on the flooring and squatted over his genitals. She looked down at them to facilitate the docking of her wet pussy on his vibrating organ.

His right hand brought his straight cock into position. Kay lowered herself onto it.

She rode it. A lock of hair had fallen in her face and she swung her head around and back to let it flop back into place. She didn't want to use her hands which were happy on his firm torso to arrange it. She made determined circles with her pelvis, grinding on his prick which was emphatically at attention.

The dark pink color of her perky nipples delighted him as they moved on the tip of their lighter, pinker, fleshier clouds of cotton candy.

Kay's skin was very pale and totally soft. She was nicely formed and slender. Her wide hips were ideal for sex and he was impressed with her extensive knowledge of how to move them. He was beginning to sense the energy she was putting out; it manifested itself in the aroma of her body. Her smell was sweet and faintly perfumed. He wanted to fuck her so hard he would change her smell to one of body sweat.

Violently frustrated, he threw his body into her. She groaned with pleasure. A short sharp "hmm!" emanated from her straining throat. Kay grabbed hold of his biceps but couldn't get her hand around them. Her fingers settled for his shoulders. This brought her body forward and allowed him to raise his hips off the wood as he inserted his erect penis in between her dripping pink labias. A drop of lubrication fell from her oleaginous cunt.

Gene put his hands on her hips and pulled her labias apart like the studs do in peep show movies. She moaned with excitement. Kay liked it animal. She would present her insatiable craving, to Davey as a wedding present for them both.

With a burst of energy Gene once more surprised her by dumping her over on her side. This time his cock slid out. While Kay was still trying to figure out how he was going to fuck her next, his hands were guiding her hips up in the air. He brought her to a kneeling position on her hands and knees. Then he got to his feet and planted one firm foot on either wide of her curvaceous hips. The tan line of her summer bikini was a stimulant to his eyes. The definite line between the pale but tan skin and the paler skin of her hips stirred a sphincter reaction and his cock flexed.

Placing one hand on Kay's hip as if it were a paperweight, he held her still while he aimed his cock at her cunt from between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly he lowered his hips, and the head of his cock with a drop of clear liquid oozing out its tip found her fleshy envelope of heat and he entered her tunnel-like cunt.

Gene's cock was in her exactly as if she were a lower animal. Her verbalization was animal, too.

"Uh! Oh! Ah! Damn! Oh, God! You're a brute – but don't stop!"

His thrusts matched her sounds as he swung his hips fore and aft, fucking her without using too much vital energy. Kay, however, was not sparing any energy as she backed up to take even more of his forceful thrusts. His powerful hips resisted and he stood fast.

Gene's temperature shot up. His face grew red. His legs ached from the muscle-tensing he was doing. It was more than time for him to come, so he grabbed Kay's hips in two firm fists and yanked her body backward onto his cock. He held her on it and thrust forward.

"Ohhh!" He did it again. "Ohhhh!" Then again. "OHHHH!"

Gene's strokes were like shells being slammed into a howitzer. He was loading quicker and sharper. Barn! Barn! Barn! His hips smacked against her buttocks. Wham! He threw yet another fuck into her.

Without stopping he thrust and thrust, leapfrogging against her body. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, STROKE!