Morris DeCat - Sweet Virgin_s Caress

Paula having walked off to the other side of the trees where they would play football, Ella and the other two girls followed a few minutes later, disappearing from sight.

"Okay, I'm going to take my hands out, and you try it on your own," he said to Lori, and she looked up with widened eyes, uncertain.

He took a step back, the water up to the middle of his thighs, and she tensed, causing her to flounder. She grabbed back, catching his hips, and he put his hands to her sides.

"Haven't quite got it yet, I guess," she said, looking up at him, and her eyes held his.

Her hands tightening on his hips, she pulled herself closer, and the top of her head pressed against his thighs, her forehead brushing under his balls. His cock tensing, he inhaled deeply.

"What with you helping me out, I should do something for you," she said, twisting her head back to open his legs wider, and jostling his nuts with her forehead.

"Uh, that's not necessary…" he said tightly, his feet sliding out to the sides against the slick bottom of the pond.

"No, but…" she smiled, and her fingers curled in his briefs, tugging them downward to the base of his rod.

"You're not interested in touch football, huh?" he said, taking a step forward to steady himself.

"Not right now," she said, and she turned over to float on her stomach, her hands returning quickly to the briefs. But I bet you were interested in playing touch with the girls and Miss Charleston," she smiled up at him. "I know the girls were interested in playing it with you."

And with that she began to work the briefs down from his engorged shaft. Her long fingers slid over and curled around him. His eyes closed for a moment as she caressed him, drawing his tool free.

"Oh, lovely," she gushed as his prod thrust out and up, and she moved the swimsuit down to his knees.

"Would you like to…" he said with a vague motion toward the grass, but her attention was on his loins, her hands moving over his hips, and down under his balls.

Kneeling now, she brushed her full lips against his trunk, and her hands moved up to grip it. He touched her bright hair, his feet tightening against the bottom as she angled his cock downward, moving his knob toward her lips.

Her lips tenderly touched his cock's head, blossoming against it softly as she kissed him. Her hands tightened around his pulsing shaft, turning and pulling the taut flesh around his engorged length. Her tongue licked at the tip of his knob, and her lips began to slide down toward the rim, caressing him with their soft fullness.

Her hands tightening, her lips slid over the rim, and she sucked at the bulb, sending sparkings of heat through him. His eyes almost closed, he slid his fingers through the hair that was the color of fall leaves, and which floated out around her shoulders as she began to draw his rod into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in' around it as.her tongue thrust along his dorsal vein.

She slid one hand out around the base of his shaft; her fingers moving over his pubic hair as her thumb rubbed at his sac, and the other hand slid down around the lower part of his shaft, her lips continuing to move down around him, her mouth. tightening and loosening as her tongue stroked He groaned softly, unsure whether or not his feet were slipping against the bottom of the pond, his head swimming with carnal vertigo.

He looked down through the water as she began to shift her legs back, her full hips moving from side to side, and her hands returned to his hips; her forearms against his thighs. Her mouth filled with his tool, she kicked back, and her body floated atop the water, her legs spread wide. His heart beating faster and faster as she continued to suckle him, his eyes moved down the supple length of her back, her hips. The high-cut bikini bottoms curved up from the juncture of her thighs, leaving the outsides of her luxuriant ass cheeks exposed, the wet, burnt-orange cloth clinging to the insides and their deep cleavage.

His jism boiling, he leaned forward from the waist, and moved his hands down her back, and out over the exposed outsides of her buttocks. She sucked harder, turning her mouth around his thickness, and his fingers curled under the edge of the bottoms, pulling the cloth into the valley between the cheeks, which were now fully revealed to his blurred eyes.

His fingers up under the waistband, his knuckles pressed against the tops of the plush cheeks, his eyes screwing shut and his stomach muscles bunching. Her tongue flashed up and down against the underside of his prod, her lips turning as she sucked.

His knees bucking as her mouthings pulled at his come, his feet slipped against the bottom and went out from under him. His fingers curled in the bottom; his hands pulled her along with him as he fell back into the water. His thoughts spinning, he kicked back out of instinct, sitting down in two feet of water. Lori kept hold of his hips and his tool, inhaling quickly through her nose before her head went under, her feet and calves lifting amidst the spray.

The bowed waist strings pulled free, the bottoms coming away in his hands. She pushed forward onto her knees, and her head rose and fell, her mouth pistoning around his throbbing staff. He groaned, his hands at the sides of her head, the bottoms pulled across the back of it. Her mouth sped up and down, tightening and loosening, her tongue stroking. He groaned, and his spend was breaking free.

His hips arching as he dropped back onto his elbows, she moved even faster, stopping suddenly to suck with all her might as his cock began to fork in her mouth. His eyes screwed shut; his head went back, his mouth widening as his juices roared through him, the orgasmic spasms shaking him.

The swimsuit holding his legs together, they shook between her spread thighs, and pressed up against her eked muff. His breath caught, his jism surging through his rod as it bucked within her mouth. His body shaking against hers, she continued to suck as his spunk hosed into her mouth. He let out a deep groan as the spasms lessened, his brain filled with static.

His shaft softening, she moved her lips downward until she held the whole of his cock in her mouth. She tightened and loosened her mouth as his head began to clear, and then drew back, her mouth tightening, and his prick was drawn out taut from his groin till his knob popped free of her lips. She pushed up onto her knees, smiling down at his satiated expression as she savored his taste, her shoulders up to the sides of her jaws, her hands pressed to her thighs.

He forced his eyes open, swallowing hard, and looked at her beaming face She stood up, her feet spread, and she rested her hands on her full hips as she looked down at him, wearing only the bikini top. He moved his eyes up the tapering lengths of her legs to where auburn ringlets clung wetly to the fullness of her mound, water dripping from those along her lower slit.

"Well, guess it's time for football," she grinned, and he watched in amazement as she scampered up onto the bank, her opulent fanny jiggling, and she moved toward the partially concealing brush.

Her back at an angle to him, she removed her top, and began to towel herself as he watched with a laconic smile. She lifted the towel, wrapping it around the tops of her tits, and she turned her side to him. Her lips pressed together as she sought to repress a grin, and she let the towel open from her side, revealing it, her hip, and the profile of one lovely ass cheeks. Turning toward him from the waist, she slid the hand closest to him behind her back, and slowly lowered the towel from her tits and stomach.

Wideset, her blossoming breasts sloped out from her full pectorals, and up from her rib cage into plump areolas that her nipples tapered out from in a soft pink. Giggling, she turned, her hands dropping before her thighs, the towel curving down below her plush fanny. Her tits again hidden from his eyes, she grinned back over her shoulder, and began to put her jeans back on.