Duchess Morehead - The lady was no lady

The images that she conjured up in her mind were enough to send her cunt into the spasms of on orgasm. She felt the hot, sticky juices flooding her crotch and knew the gooey jism was as evident to him as his eruption was to her. They had both gotten of to a satisfying climax with little effort on the part of the partner. It was a highly emotional climax for the two of them.

Jennifer occupied herself by straightening their camping area, feeling her neighbor's eyes on her. His comments stayed in her, mind, burning there.

She squatted, her back to him, knowing he was staring at the spreading cheeks of her rounded ass, seeing the crack where her tight jeans pulled in. She found her cunt bubbling wetly. The seam of her jeans was tight against her clitoris. She reached into their food hamper. After a moment, she peeled a banana, and turned to face Thomas, still squatting. The head of his cock was almost revealed, and she stared, parting her knees very wide. She began to eat the banana slowly, suggestively.

Tilting her lovely face, she moved the banana into her mouth, holding it there, then slowly pulled it out. With her lips ovaled, Jennifer began moving the, banana in and out of her lips. Jennifer knew her squatting was lewd, but she didn't care. She felt good doing this for her handsome neighbor, letting him know something about her.

"What are you going to do with the fire, Jennifer?" Thomas asked, his voice shaking.

"I was going to fix us something to eat, but I'm not hungry after all," Jennifer replied, purring as her tongue ran about the banana.

Jennifer, licking on the banana, began to hump her ass up and down, then sideways. Her neighbor's cock made a delicious bulge in his shorts, and the one-eyed cocktip was clearly visible. Thomas kept his eyes locked on he movements. She pushed the end of the banana between her tits.

"Aw, shit, Jennifer," Thomas moaned, getting up and turning from her.

Jennifer saw the way his cock pressed at his shorts, and her cunt lurched sweetly. Thomas crawled into the tent, and she stared at his young, firm ass, wondering why he had turned from her.

"Why, 'aw, shit', Thomas?" she called softly after him.

"Aw, Jennifer," he said from inside the tent. "I don't wanna…"

Oh, I truly hope Thomas isn't a complete wimp like Lord Langston was, she thought. Maybe I am going to have to take charge and make the first real move.

Jennifer stood, dropping the banana and going to the tent. She pulled the flap open and looked in. Thomas was on his sleeping bag next to hers. He had shoved his shorts to his knees, and was gripping his young cock very hard. Jennifer, on her hands and knees, stared at the rigid shaft protruding from the junction of his strong legs with glassy eyes, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue between them. Thomas was squeezing hard, making the cockhead bulge smoothly.

Withdrawing from the entrance, Jennifer stood, frowning. She found her neighbor's hard-on delightful. He was hard because of her, she knew. That knowledge made her feel good. She had postured lewdly for him, used the banana in a highly suggestive manner, and flashed the hairs of her cunt at him.

She could hear Thomas breathing hard inside the tent and, with a quick decision, pulled her shirt from her jeans. She opened her jeans and shoved them down. She removed her boots, then draped the jeans over the chair he had been sitting in. The sun burned on her naked ass, and a cool draft of air flowed about her cunt. She unbuttoned the shirt, but left it on. Then, again on her hands and knees, she shoved her head into the tent.

"Can I help, Thomas?" she asked in a whispery voice, her eyes fixed on her neighbor's heavy cock.

Thomas jumped, twisting onto his stomach quickly, hiding his hard-on. He started to say something, but his eyes fell upon his neighbor's beautiful tits. He stared at her rubbery, firm nipples, then into her eyes.

"I asked if I can help you with that?" she murmured.

"With… what, Jennifer?" Thomas swallowed noisily.

"Your hard-on, Thomas," Jennifer said bluntly, the image of another wimpish man began to form in her mind. She forced the wimp-image from her mind and returned to the task at hand. "Can I help you with it?"

Thomas flushed, not knowing what to say. Jennifer crawled into the tent, and when he saw his beautiful neighbor had taken her jeans off, he almost shot his wad against his sleeping bag. A low groan escaped his tight throat. His eyes followed her as she turned around so her head was near his.

Jennifer leaned against him, pursing her lips. She kissed his mouth, and slowly dragged the tip of her tongue from one corner of his lips to the other. Pulling her face back from his, her eyes gazing directly into his, Jennifer moved her hand down his back, and rested her palm on one cheek of his young ass.

Jennifer cupped one firm ass cheek, squeezing hard, then turned onto her back, lying at his side. Thomas stared at her tits, his eyes glazed with hunger. Jennifer's tits welled up, round and firm, her succulent nipples throbbing with hardness. Thomas was trying to keep his eyes on her tits and not look down at her body, but Jennifer wasn't going to have any of that.

"Look at me, Thomas," she whispered. "Look at my body, baby."

Thomas trembled, shaking his young body in a spasm of uncertainty.

"Thomas, I'm naked," Jennifer murmured huskily. "I took my jeans off so you could see my body. Look at me, Thomas. I want you to see me… see all of me."

Thomas let his eyes fall downward. He saw her flat stomach, her hips, thighs, and finally stopped at the triangle of lush, soft pussy hair. He was hardly breathing as he looked at her, and Jennifer felt the heat flow about her body.

"You can touch me," she whispered.

"Jennifer…"

"Touch me, baby," she urged, repeating the term of endearment for the second time. She took his wrist and drew his hand to her tit. "Feel me… it's okay, Thomas. I want you to touch me, feel me all over."

Thomas groaned as he felt Jennifer's tit burning into his palm. She placed her hand on top of his, smashing her tit. She curled her young neighbor's fingers into her shapely tit, then dragged his hand downward. She moved slowly, watching his face, seeing his eyes boil, his excited expression.

Thomas moved his eyes to follow the motion of his hands, and Jennifer shoved his fingers through the soft hair of her cunt. Thomas moaned and pressed his hard cock into his sleeping bag.

"Oh, Lady Langston… Jennifer… honey!" He gasped with his fingers touched the swollen lips of her cunt.

"Feel me up, Thomas," she urged. "Please feel my body. Touch me all over, baby. I want you to feel me, feel me there."

Jennifer's passion was raging, and she was fighting hard to keep herself under control. She figured that her neighbor had never been with a woman other than his wife who was just as inexperienced as he. She couldn't take a chance on scaring him. She had to go slow, be careful and make him understand she wanted this, wanted him to see her naked, to feel her titties and cunt and everything. She wanted him to cooperate with her. She didn't just want to turn him over, climb on top of him and plunge his cock into her cunt.

Thomas was intensely excited, she could see. His eyes were moist and hot as he stared at his hand on her cunt. She felt his hand shaking, but when she placed her hand on top of his, Thomas moved his fingers downward. Jennifer purred with delight and parted her thighs for him.

"Feel it!" she hissed, pushing his hand down and curling his palm and fingers about her bubbling, fiery cunt. "Feel that, darling! Feel how hot that is… how wet I am?"

Thomas couldn't resist. He moved his hand up and down, feeling her cunt, the heat of it, the wetness. Jennifer twisted her hips, mewling in delight. Thomas rubbed up and down, feeling the swollen lips of her cunt, gasping, eyes bugging from his head with excitement.