He kissed her back, first gently then with all the power that he could muster, licking her lips with his tongue and then driving it into her mouth. He sucked at her lips, and every once in a while gently gnawed at them. She felt his hands began to move down her body, his hands fondling her breasts and his fingers rubbing against her nipples. She could feel his hard cock pushing up against her leg and up in between her thighs. He huffed his breath into her ear as kissed at her neck and ran his fingers down her stomach and under her skirt, then began rubbing them against her lips.
She gasped, and he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, pulling them off with one flick of his hand. He pressed his fingers against her bare lips, and then slid them in and out of her wet cunt. He dropped to his knees and began licking at her wetness, slurping up the juices flowing out of her pussy. His tongue flicked at her clit as he slid a finger all around her lips. The passion of his mouth made her cum in seconds.
She was still trembling from her orgasm as he beckoned her to the floor of the jungle. She lay down on top of him, the wetness of her naked crotch soaking his pants and making them stick to his legs. She kissed him deep and hard, moving her hand swiftly under the waist and grabbing onto his cock, squeezing it softly and feeling a little bit of precum stick to her hands. She ripped open his shirt and kissed all down his hairless chest, stopping to circle each of his nipples with her tongue. She pulled his cock out just as her lips met his waist, popping it into her mouth and sucking on the head.
Lita slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing in at first just the head, then pulling it out. She then pushed in one more inch, and then another, until she had swallowed all of his cock from the head to the base. She moved all of his cock in and out of her mouth, first slowly, then picking up such speed that his cock kept magically disappearing and appearing again.
He put his fingers under her chin, and lifted her face from his cock, pulling her lips up to meet his. She straddled him and brought her sopping wet cunt down on him, again swallowing him with her other pair of lips. She rode him gently at first, grinding her cunt all the way down on him, and then she lifted herself up on his cock till just his head remained inside of her. Then she came down fast, his prick disappearing into her once more. She rode him harder, going up and down on his cock faster till he lost everything inside her.
They fell asleep right there in the trees by the road. When they woke a few hours later, Julio kissed her and helped to groom her so that she would look somewhat presentable if she happened to run into the family. When they got back to the hotel, she saw that the boys were out playing by the pool, and she knew that their virus had run its course.
The one day left she had, she had to spend with the family, and only had a moment to say goodbye to Julio. She was under the watchful eyes of the whole family, so the most that she could get from him was a hug, but she got to feel him against her and smell him one last time.
The next morning as they flew from the resort, Lita looked out the window and saw the sun high in the middle of the bluest sky she had ever seen. She smiled to herself, paused a moment, and started to plan the rest of her life.
PASSION'S NAME
Brad had met Angie in college. He’d actually heard the other guys in the fraternity talking about her, about how she’d blown every single one of them when they took her out. Like any immature college kid, he’d gone running to find her. A sure thing was a sure thing, and when the sure thing was a blowjob, real men didn’t pass it up.
She was pointed out to him by an upperclassman, and he was extremely surprised when he first saw her. She was a tiny, delicate, demure looking latina. The first time he saw her she was headed for church, wearing a lace shawl over her shoulders that looked to be a hundred years old. She was wearing a very expensive dress and shoes that probably cost as much as his car had. He watched her as she entered the Cathedral on campus, slipping the shawl over her head. He decided then and there that the guys were trying to set him up as a gag. He decided he wouldn’t play.
The next semester he found himself sitting next to Angie in class. She dressed like the other girls, was, funny and outgoing. He found himself very attracted to her, and eventually asked her out. Their first evening had not progressed very far before she had his cock out, sucking it deep into her hot mouth. She was very vocal, telling him how much she loved the taste and the feel of it. She also let him know just how to touch her hard little nipples…and she showed him just exactly how she liked her smoothly shaved pussy rubbed.
She had let go of his swollen cock for a few moments, pulled her jeans and panties off, and turned on the lamp in his room. She smiled at him and said only, “Watch me.” She had taken two fingers and put them in her mouth, then delicately brushed them around the outside of her swollen pussy lips. Angie worked the two fingers closer and closer to the little hooded nubbin that was her clit, then skinned the hood back with her middle finger and rubbed the clit with her forefinger. She threw her head back with a deep breath and slid both fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb. She hissed at him as she came, staring into his eyes, “This is what I like!” Angie pounced naked back onto his now quivering cock, sucking deeply at it. Brad had never had his entire cock in a girl’s mouth before.
Admittedly, he was no pornstar, but the nine or so inches and considerable girth sank into her mouth fully without ever making her gag.
When he quickly began to shoot against the working muscles of her throat, he fully expected her to take it out and finish him with her hand, like the two or three other girls in his experience had done. Not Angie, she just grabbed his balls and hung on. She swallowed his cum as if she were dying of thirst.
The guys teased him for waiting so long, but they all alerted him to the same dismal fact…Angie almost never dated the same guy twice. He was depressed. A couple of weeks went by and Angie finally asked him why he hadn’t asked her out again. He was honest with her and told her about his frat brothers and his conversations with them. He figured that honesty wouldn’t cost him anything in this case because she wasn’t known for dating a guy more than once.
The next thing he knew, found himself sitting outside in the Grove with her, leaning back against one of the giant, moss hung trees in the bright sunshine. They shared a soft drink and a chicken salad sandwich they had picked up at the Student Union snack bar and talked. Brad told her of his ordinary middle class upbringing in Northeast Mississippi. Angie’s story was different to say the least.
She had been born south of the border in an incredibly poor town in the Mexican state of Chiapas. Her mother had died of cholera when she was ten years old. Her father and two brothers had worked long, backbreaking hours to make enough cash to keep them all literally on a starvation diet in a rented hovel. She loved her papa and her brothers, and did whatever she could to make their life easier. She cleaned the house, cooked, did the dishes and washed their clothes. She was the only one who could read, because she was the only one who could go to the mission school. Angie was matter of fact in her description of her life, neither seeking nor expecting sympathy. Brad was fascinated, and found himself falling in love. They kissed under the spreading branches of the oaks, and by sunset he was lost.
They dated exclusively through their sophomore and junior years. He was happy enough, he remembered the tales he had been told by his frat brothers and he was young enough to fear sharing her. In the meantime, he had been kept exhausted. She had a very open, curious, and inventive mind. She never ran off shopping like most of the other girls when the guys turned on the porn in the “Common Room” in the basement of the big white columned frat house. She would snuggle up close to him in a dark corner or on the monstrously large sofa and watch them with him. Her comments (whispered in his ear) invariably enlarged his erections, and she always found methods to touch him, rub him, or tease him in some way. The winters were best, because they could cover up with a blanket and she would slip her hand inside his pants, squeezing his cock.