Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

Her hands roamed over his bare shoulders. "Lock the door and don't open it for anyone."

He obeyed, watching her roll the silken panties down over the protruding rounds of her spectacular backside. She strolled toward the bunk, the flimsy undergarment dangling from her finger.

When they were together, kissing and squirming in the narrow bunk, the girl's hand move toward his penis, tugging it in the right direction.

She had such a light yet torturous touch! He pressed his chest into her bunched-together breasts. His parted lips brushed her smooth cheek and worked lower around to her red mouth. Her eyes closed as they kissed, and she continued to thrill him with the hot taste of her slippery tongue.

The girl's thumb pressed against the tip of his manhood and her fingers slid along its length down to the outline of his balls. She titillated his privates by firmly clasping and then releasing the shaft.

At last she leaned back, misty-eyed, her position now enhancing the spherical shape and size of her pink-tipped pillows. He rose up, putting his weight on his knees while her thighs opened wider, then came slapping against his legs. He was staring down at the big ball of fur that was at the summit of those long thighs.

Then – he bent down, offering her cunnilingus, shoving his head between the parted thighs, shooting his tongue past the vaginal lips into the sensuous area. His tongue slid in and out and her hips began to respond to the thrilling action. When his tongue rhythm quickened, causing her to reach the danger point, she dug her hands into his hair and jerked her shoulders.

Silently, not saying one word, the girl had her pleasure. As he straightened up she gasped and shivered. "Ahhhh, aaaaaaa!"

This girl is on fire, he told himself, really blazing hot!

She let out a groan as he entered her and rose up, stiffening the muscles in her buttocks. She sank back into the bunk, but again rose so swiftly that part of him, all coated with her cream, emerged from the sheath.

"Ooooo, oooo, oooo!" Jane was wrestling as if trying to get the heavy, hard penis out of her. Her shapely behind, rotating like all hell, pushed up at him, carrying him high.

He grabbed at that crazy behind, holding the firm cheeks securely and burying his penis even deeper, making certain that it was in her to remain until his orgasm. Her vagina certainly was trained for it, was doing all sorts of wild things to his joint, the walls contracting, the clitoris hardening.

And young Jane came! The tight lips of her vagina gripped his rigid staff, even hurting it a bit. She writhed in his arms, the silken-skinned, round as feeling pliable in his palms. But he thrust harder into her and pulled her body up to meet his descent.

"Ohh, my dearest, my darling. It is heaven, it gives me so much pleasure, oooo, I adore it!"

Her body slammed up again… and again… and again.

The last of the orgasm drained out, but Jane close her eyes, lay back weakly, then started to move once hore, her breasts and belly rolling. He could feel air swirl about him as she opened her trembling thighs wider. Then she snapped them together again and arched.

"Within the next few minutes, darling… you will have to come.., do you hear me? I cannot keep this up! Ohhhh!"

The girl's rear end, ever so solid yet quite resilient, pumped furiously under him. Her desires, stirred beyond all belief, caused her lovemaking to become ferocious and she bounded up eagerly, wishing that there was more of his hardness to take.

His fingers went to trace the curving line of her body. He became acquainted with the undulating hips, the shivering belly, the blooming breasts, and last of all the revolving buttocks.

"Ahhh, Jane, Jane, Jane!" His penis jabbed in and out of the moist warmth, causing the various currents of lust to course through her.

The girl screamed. The cords in her neck stretched tight as her body once more bucked in orgasm. "Noooo, oh no, Hugh, no, no!"

Her torso twisted and turned. Yet even as she screamed she was still screwing under him, still a participant in the game, swinging her ass up at him while he forced her back.

"Girlie… I am going to… explode!"

"Hold off, hold off!"

She was fighting for more orgasms, forcing him to feed it to her harder. There was a determined strength in her arms as she clung to him, rising swifter now, grinding her rump more rapidly.

Hugh knew at the rate the girl was going that he had to climax, and now! His mind swiftly went toward other matters, mathematical equations, the constant war in the Middle East, the fall of the dollar on the European market, the type of house he might one day live in.

"Yeeeeoooow! Oh, how you can last… how you control yourself… how you outscrew me!"

"Girlie, I can screw the tail off you!"

"Don't I… know… it!"

"Yeaaahhhhh!"

"Oooo I am tired… ahhh, I can not keep on circling my ass like this… to… make you… come!"

His passion grew, his penis enlarged, his bails be-came swollen, and suddenly there was not much time left, not much time at all. She was hopping up like a horse and he was riding her, but that damned behind of hers, so lovely, so bitable, would not cease revolving.

Jane bent her back, carrying him up, not caring that his hard-tipped penis struck her thoroughly, so that her flesh was impaled to it. He had her breasts and was digging his fingers into them, but she did not care, she welcomed everything.

Hugh was coming! She could tell from the look in his eyes, the look of a madman, and she gasped when she felt it happening. There were his gasps, his shouts, and a lot of come, so creamy, so boiling hot, a full litre of it pouring into her.

"Uggghhhh!" He groaned, releasing her breasts, and went stiff, falling altogether limp.

But in that moment Jane's release was gained. As she went back her lovely mouth twisted into 'an ugly shape and she gurgled. Her bottom, flattening on the bed, heaved for the last time.

Hugh was much too tired to move, much too weak to pull what was left of his strength out. Like that, he slept atop her, and as he snored his instrument, still dripping, fell out of the wet opening, splattering stuff on her thighs and on the bunk. She too was asleep, and so his weight did not matter.

Her parents found them like that, the following morning when the boat pulled into the harbor of Cannes and ended the voyage. There were shouts and cries, with Jane being slapped about by both her mother and father. Fat Baldwin shook his fist in Hugh's face and threatened him with the police.

"My daughter is well past the age of consent, but that doesn't mean you are free to sleep with her, you scoundrel."

The Captain of the ship, a Frenchman wise in the ways of these matters, was summoned. He looked at the two naked people and at the enraged parents and sighed, bored, because it was an old story.

"It is love, madame et monsieur, pure love and nothing, neither man nor God, can stop love."

"She's my daughter!"

"Oui, but now she has a lover." The Captain was eager to be away and see to the unloading of his vessel.

"Get the police!"

"The gendarmes, I fear, shall do nothing. A man in love breaks no laws. Perhaps, they wish to make their love legal and lasting."

"That's it, you bastard, you'll have to marry poor Jane!" Baldwin shouted into Hugh's face.

The mother, a big woman with a tremendous bust and a backside like two boulders stuck together, agreed. "Using her previously untouched body like any whore's. My daughter!"

Jane squealed and leaped up and down, her breasts bouncing, and wrapped her arms about Hugh's neck. "Ohh, I just know he will make a wonderful husband!"

The Captain thought that perhaps the fellow was lucky after all. Such an exciting looking girl, that flamboyant figure, those opulent breasts, that sinuous derriere. Ahh, she was an Aphrodite, possessing all the beauty any girl needed.