His cock moved, swayed like a mighty oak, its highest branches blown by the wind. Julie could not take her eyes off it as she walked the few feet to Brad. She was hypnotized by the way it stood, strong, high, lifting his underwear.
Brad laid down on the floor, the hay a perfect bed. He felt his cock strain against his briefs, watching Julie's sweet pussy lower onto his mouth. Her tender folds were swollen, drops of nectar shined like snow under a bright moon at night.
Her breath caught, trapped in her body, she squeezed her butter cup breasts, her pussy slid over his lips, feeling his tongue, teeth, her body spasing.
She fought to keep her eyes open, fixed on the cobra before her, its boneless body dancing a slow rhythm. Her green eyes turned from sun washed leaves to dark moss. They smoked as her pussy fed her lover's mouth. Her body dancing a lovers dance, every curve, line swaying so beautifully.
Reaching for his cock, Brad caught her hands, held them to her thighs, the unspoken command was clear, don't touch-yet.
His hands moved to her ass, sliding over its skin, squeezing her perfect round shape. Brad's moans, deep in between her legs, his lips, tongue, kissing, sucking, eating her inner flesh had her gasping. She bent down, bring her face close to the tent of his briefs. His cap clearly visible as it strained, pulling the fabric higher.
A thought she never had before, a wicked, dirty, what would it feel like there thought. Her pussy pushed into his mouth, feeding both their aches. Her breath was harsh, warm puffs, gusts against his cock, hidden in its cocoon.
Her eyes closed, forever visualizing his briefs shaping to Brads cock. Her fingers pulling on the band, forcing the material down on the mighty pole, her breath, heated, like the hot days of August, tiny drops of saliva wetting his briefs, just the right amount of moisture to adhere his briefs to his cock.
She came, crying into the shadows, her pussy flooding his open mouth. Her eyes fluttered, trying to open, seeing peeks of his cock, briefs on the verge of tearing, her pull so tight, his cock pushing so hard.
WHACK! Her eyes opened wide, that first stinging slap, how much she missed it. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!! Her breath was back at the gust level, blowing right onto Brad's cock. "Here..." A wet spot formed, spread rapidly through the fibers. Julie's lips closed over the shading white briefs, tasting salty cum, mixed with sweat. She slurped, her tongue licking, it was like licking liquefied ice off a frozen pop. Brad groaned, his cock releasing its cream, staining through the stretched fibers.
Gently pulling his briefs over his spent cock, Julie feasted on the paste. Thick seed smeared her lips, her tongue quickly licking it off. The tip of her nose dripped his cum, her fingers cleaning it off then sucking them into her mouth. She ate his release like he ate her, like a savage. She cleaned every drop, cooling on his cock, his balls, anywhere it was. She sucked his soft cock into her mouth, her pussy dripping, knowing it was going to grow long and hard.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!! Her ass stung, wisps of red through her cheeks. With each slap, her mouth sucked another inch, her tongue traveling over wiggly veins.
Facing each other, his tongue tasting essence of his cum on her tongue. His hands squeezing her red cheeks. She fed him into her pussy, her insides spreading for its girth. She came as she filled herself, his mouth sucking, squeezing her breasts, his hands slapping her ass. Fucking him, losing her mind in bliss, cumming harder with each orgasm. Was it too much? Yes, her last orgasm never ending, threaten to take her sanity, she pulled off, cum dripping like a soft shower on his engorged sex.
Her ass, the crack rubbing its length. "Will you?"
Holding her cheeks open, her head against the beam her back rested on. Sweet, burning pain flared, a flash of white behind her eyes as his cap oped her hole. Her body trembled, it shook as he slowly moved in. Her hands fell to her sides, then gripped the wood. She smelled pine and cum, the latter, a glaze on her lips. Her feet lifted, she maintained balance on her toes. Her ass ripped open in slow tears. Her eyes teared from the pain, a wonderful, welcoming hurt. She dare not bite her bottom lip, afraid her teeth might rip it open. Deeper in, her body shaking as Brad pushed, her muscles gripping his cock.
His balls rested on her stinging cheeks, marbles in skin, hard as granite. Brad pulled out slow, the white flashing behind her eyes again. In, the tearing of her, chills tearing through her body. Out, then in, fucking her, faster, deep, hard, his balls spanking her ass.
No hands touching her pussy, no lips, tongue, nor cock, touching, but Julie felt the strongest orgasm she ever had building. His cock fucked her like a wolf in the night, pounding in and out of her ass non stop.
She cried, screamed, moaned as she came, she sprayed like ten million grapes were pressed, their juice bursting from their thin skin. She sprayed, her sticky cum never cooling the heat in her shaky thighs.
Brad's voice never formed any words, he moaned an inhuman sound. For lack of better words or phrases, he pissed his cum into her ass. His fleshy eel pissed, spurted, splattered her cavern.
No limits. As he pulled out, soft, dripping cum, cum leaking out of her much larger hole. Julie never had the chance to ask him to do it. Brad knelt, licked her hole as his cum ran out, saving it for Julie. They kissed, tongues smeared white, feeding each other. Julie's hands opening Brad's cheeks, ready to lick and finger his hole.