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Authors: Eva Slipwood

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I pulled and released him with my legs, controlling his speed and the depth of his motion. I enjoyed the building sensation of his gentle fucking and started to moan softly as the ecstasy built up in me again. He nestled his mouth into my neck, his tongue nuzzling my ear lobe and licking down to my collar bone. I sighed and pulled my legs tighter against his waist to make him fuck me faster. I dragged my nails from his buttocks up and across his back, making him gasp. His breath quickened and came in ragged gasps as I felt his cock throb inside me. It started a wave of light trembling in my pussy but I wasn’t ready to cum again just yet so I slowed him down with my legs. I pulled him in close and released him slowly, making him take long slow strokes for the moment. He looked at me with those luscious golden eyes and moaned, the need for release apparent in every delicate feature of his face.

As we continued our gentle fuck I lost myself, absorbed in the slow and steady build up of pleasure, so very different from the intense ecstasy from the lapping of his tongue. Over my moaning and the deep groaning of the blond I could hear the splash of water as the brunet cleaned himself in the stream. I moaned louder, feeling the blond’s cock twitch deep inside me, the warmth spreading from my mound slowly through the rest of my body. His eyes closed tightly, the expression on his face was almost pained as I prolonged his orgasm with my gentle rocking. I watched him as he strained above me, captivated by his exquisite features, loving the control I had over his pleasure.

While we lay there, lost in our own pleasure, the brunet, having finished cleaning himself, climbed out of the river and came over to us. I didn’t notice him at first, his movements were too quiet. He knelt down next to us and it was only when he stroked my hair that I realised he was there. I turned to look up at him, lost for a moment in his violet blue eyes and that mischievous, hungry smile. He leaned in towards us, his cock hard again from watching us. He placed his hand on the back of the blond’s head and forced his head towards him, guiding his cock towards mine and the blond’s mouth. I raised myself on my elbows to better reach for it as the blond lowered his head to do the same. My lips met his with the head of the brunet’s pulsing cock sliding in between both our mouths. We sucked on the head, flicking our tongues over the tip and into each other’s mouths, a long lingering kiss.

I relaxed my legs, letting them drop from the blond’s waist as I felt the pleasure build to a crescendo inside me. Without my legs guiding his speed, he started thrusting faster, plunging his cock deep inside me and quickly out again. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me as my hips began to buck of their own accord, my pussy clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I moaned and gasped in time with the blond’s thrusting, the noise lost in my throat, buried by the lingering kiss and the brunet’s cock against my tongue. I clutched the blond’s ass, pulling him into me as he came, feeling his sticky load shoot deep inside of me, filling me. He gasped, his cock spasming over and over inside me, his whole body trembling as he released himself to me. I wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him in close to grind my trembling bud against his body.

The brunet pushed the blond’s head down, forcing his mouth deeper onto his cock. He thrust his hips back and forth, the head of his member sliding in and out of the blond’s beautiful lips above me as I continued to grind against him. The delicious throbbing spread through my body as I screamed, rapturous convulsions taking over me. I fell back exhausted as the last wave of pleasure peaked inside me.

For a moment, I was too dazed to move from the power of two intense orgasms so close together. I lay prostrate on the soft grass, my eyes closed, feeling the weight of the blond above me. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me as he lay there. I could hear the brunet still working his cock in and out of the blond’s mouth above me.

I opened my eyes as the brunet started to groan. I lifted myself up on my elbows, the better to reach him. He stopped thrusting as I licked his balls, sucking one of the sweet cherries between my lips then the other. He groaned louder and stroked my hair as his balls became firm in my mouth, ready to unload. I licked along the base of his shaft towards the blond, my mouth and tongue hungry for his sweet kisses. The brunet grabbed us both by the back of our heads and positioned us facing opposite each other, the shaft of his cock sliding between our lips. I flicked my tongue along his shaft as his hips started to buck in time with his moaning. His cock pulsed and twitched in our mouths as his thrusting became wilder. My tongue met the blond’s with a luscious tingle as we both sucked the head of the cock. The head throbbed faster, growing larger inside our mouths, our tongues flickering over the tip. The brunet shook as he came, his cock shuddering against our tongues as he filled us both with his sweet, hot seed. We lapped it up as it continued to flood from the cock into our mouths. The brunet pulled his pulsating member away from us with a gasp, stumbling, almost falling from the intensity of his orgasm. My mouth was till on the blond’s, our tongues questing inside each other’s mouths drinking the remaining cum we shared, licking what we didn’t swallow from each other’s lips and chins.

Eventually I lay back, exhausted from our exertions, and the blond eased his softer, but still firm cock out of me. I closed my eyes, sated and content, and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on my still tingling skin. I heard them splash in the river, talking and laughing to each other, their voices almost musical, as they cleaned our lust from their bodies. Quietly, they dressed and walked away, leaving me to doze in the morning sun.

About the Author

Eva Slipwood was a waitress before discovering her talent for erotic fiction. She enjoys writing deliciously naughty fantasy with a twist of myth and a dash of lust. When not writing she loves to play guitar and make jewellery.

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