Rod Long: In Sexual Pursuit

On the one particular day that he remembered so well, both families had spent the day together. First attending Mass in the little church on the summit of the island, and then after lunch, they all went down to the beach for a swim. It had seemed forever before Leonardo and Isabella could slip away unnoticed from the crowd of their screaming brothers and sisters, but they finally had, and ran off giggling into the garden to their very own pavilion of heaven. They said nothing until they reached the delicate white structure, and then as Isabella stood breathless in the doorway, Leonardo had thrown himself down on the couch which was built into one corner of the pavilion. "Come on over here," he said, patting the cushion beside him.

Isabella moved to her young boyfriend and looked down on him.

"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be afraid to be here alone with you." She smiled gently and let him draw her down on the couch.

She kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir unbelievably at her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled her light blouse from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand along the ridge of her spine.

"Leonardo, we shouldn't, not now!" she cried, breaking off her kiss and attempting to pull away from him.

"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said, refusing to release his strong grip on her voluptuous young body.

"Someone may come and find us," she answered.

"There will be no one coming, I know. But of course, if you don't want me to…" He sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed her naked tittles sensuously through the light blouse. He drew her to him and buried a teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin.

"You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this is the first time we have been alone in weeks." Isabella laughed, as he continued his maddening caresses.

Isabella threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto the couch, covering him with her slender body. She laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his crotch and began kneading his semi-aroused prick forcefully.

"Okay, amore mia," she whispered huskily in his ear. "How do you like that?"

Leonardo laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him and onto the floor of the beach pavilion, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against his tight pants. Then he slid his hand up under her skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, and Isabella giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the soft, hair-lined lips of her wetly glistening pussy.

Isabella lay back holding her breath, offering no more than token resistance to his hands coursing over her voluptuous body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of her clit rippled through her now jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly throbbing titties, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely as she rolled toward her fiancй with a low surrendering moan. Her hand moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily throbbing cock. Then her fingers, of their own volition, pushed his shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.

"Oooooohhh, that's it, Isabella," Leonardo grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed her to slide his pants down, and then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the pavilion floor. She stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the pulsing head, then she slid her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently cup and squeeze his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures.

Her hips ground of their own volition down against the pavilion floor and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from between her teeth.

Then, suddenly, a picture of herself moaning under the manipulations of her beloved Leonardo crashed into her thoughts, and she paused, disconcerted by this vision.

"Oh, sweetheart… it's good!" Leonardo moaned.

Isabella resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock and she was pleased that finally she could make her Leonardo happy in this manner.

She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually aroused in so short a time. It must be because she had waited so long for this. She tried to sort out her confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Leonardo's huge, jerking cock, swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze. She couldn't believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it would be fucking into her cunt.

What's happening to me? she thought suddenly. I should not be doing this. But I can't stop myself… I want to touch his cock! Even now!

I have to touch it… ooooooh, God! I have to!

Leonardo lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet little tongue licking at him wildly, not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the sight of his hugely throbbing cock.

Isabella stood up from the floor, not caring that the obscenely gleaming eyes of the man she would soon marry were on her. She stepped out of her skirt and pulled off her skimpy blouse, and then continued as if prodded by some unseen force. Her sensuously throbbing titties seemed to beg for touching. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully over them, touching her ruby nipples in guarded wonderment. Oh God, that felt so good! Isabella took a deep breath, and then rolled down her flimsy wet panties and allowed her hands to slowly travel back up her long slim legs and thighs and touch delicately at the lining of her soft-edged pussy.

Leonardo was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness of the young girl. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of swelling tits and thighs, and he gaped at the golden-colored silken curls that she was exploring gently with her fingers now at the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink hair-lined slit running the full length of her nakedly displayed pussy caused his mouth to water, and his tongue licked his lips with anticipation.

"Get down by my prick," Leonardo ordered, confident now of the aroused young blonde's willingness to do anything he said, watching her softly trembling tits dance alluringly and her voluptuously rounded asscheeks sway obscenely as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde curls pouring down over her shoulders. "Lick my cock, Isabella. Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, suck it… suck it…"

Even though she thought that this was not right, she loved Leonardo so much that she would do anything to please him. She had even let Leonardo screw her before they were married, a thing that her parents would not approve of, but she loved him so that it did not matter.

Isabella lavished Leonardo's quivering shaft with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing it along its wide underside to its hardened cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes, then back down to its base and to the dark pubic hair and then lower, down around the distended lust-swollen sac of his balls, hot from his boiling cum.

Her first taste of her fiancй's swollen prick instigated wild tremors of delight in her voluptuous young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt her titties and nipples, belly and thighs.