Thicker and more swollen, he seemed to grow within her mouth. It seemed he would grow until her jaws cracked, grow until he filled mouth and throat with his pulsing presence. But she did not abandon the needy lance of his sex. His swelling need only served to increase her desire to please him, her want to satisfy the man so expertly eating her pussy.
Hard and thick, a knot grew at the hairy base of his cock. She sucked, feeling the knot begin to move upward. His loins tightened and retightened while be fought to prolong the inevitable outcome of her oral caresses.
Higher and higher the knot pushed up his length, moving over her tongue, then her lips. Then it happened, the moment she had been waiting for.
He came. Hot and scalding, the thick cream of his loins erupted into her mouth. She sucked at him, gulping down the milky juices of his lust. Jet after jet of sperm and semen blasted into her face and she swallowed them, sucking at his twitching stalk, drinking away every opal drop. And when she had drained him, she sucked some more just to be sure.
Like a soft, moist whip, his tongue now licked in and out of his pussy. He drilled into her, eating and laving around in the spongy folds of her cunt. Up and down, his oral digit lashed within the pink slash of her womanhood, taunting the extended nubbin of her clitoris. She moaned and quaked with hot waves of growing passion each time his tongue brushed that button of ultimate pleasure.
Writhing beside him, she made no attempt to contain her need. She spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue to dip deeper into the heated groove of her sex. She groaned, urging him on, urging him to bring her to full release.
It was a task he accepted with relish. His animated tongue whipped around, reaming into the heated tunnel of desire. He drilled into her. He fucked her, fucked her with his ever-moving tongue.
Flowing with the swirling sensations of unabandoned lust, she rose higher and higher. She groaned and trembled. She whimpered and cried in pleasure.
Then she came, her world exploding in white-hot ecstasy, while his tongue ran around and around within the contracting pocket of her vagina.
Somewhere through the showering cascades of glittering colors filling her mind, she realized he withdrew from her. She felt him move beside her, but could not tell exactly what he was doing.
Then it happened!
Hard and long, he invaded her body. His cock, throbbing its demanding need, rushed into the trembling gash of her cunt. His pelvis slammed into hers. His balls bounced against the upturned curves of her ass.
"My God!" she heard herself moan. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He gave her no time to descend from the plateaus of pleasure his tonguing had sent her to. His cock now dominated everything. His fantastically rigid penis controlled her body. She was his to do with as he pleased.
And what he pleased was to fuck her!
Upward his hips moved. Outward he drug his rod, pausing just a moment for her to feel the pulsing thickness of his cock crown as it throbbed at the entrance of her cunt. Then he shafted down.
"Ahhhaarrggahh!" she groaned in deep-throated lust.
Ball-deep, he packed her pussy to the brim with inflexible, demanding cock. She tightened herself around him, trying to squeeze every fold of her cunt so that she fit his massive contours like a glove, so that her pussy squeezed him like a third hand.
Her effort did not go unnoticed. She felt him quiver beneath the intensity of her carnal grip. She heard the low moan of pleasure escape his lips.
Again his hips swung up. She relaxed and prepared for the rigid impalement she knew would once more come thrusting into her soaring body. Burrowing hard and deep, his wand of joy pistoned into the furrow of her sex.
"Yesss! Yes, you marvelous stud!" she cried out in her lusty fervor. "Fuck me! Drive that beautiful cock all the way back into my mouth!"
He tried his damnedest to do just that. His pelvis jumped, then plummeted. Swollen and throbbing, his cock speared into the liquid heat of her cunt. Her body was jarred under the heavy impact of his deep-grinding stroke.
"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper."
His hips thrusted harder, but he penetrated her no deeper. She remedied the situation herself.
Drawing her knees upward, so that her feet were flat on the floor of the tent, she increased the angle of his attack. Inward the pounding pole of his cock rammed, reaching the deeper recesses of her pussy, satisfying the mounting wants of her greedy body.
Even in her somewhat confining position, she could not remain inactive. She moved her pelvis in a swaying motion, undulating herself around the skewering stalk of his prick. She hunched back and forth, matching herself to the rhythm of his rising and falling hips.
She came, pulling at his buttocks, trying to draw him into her body. But he did not stop. Nor did her consuming passion for the man mounted atop her body. Before she could recover from the waves of pleasure released during her climax, her body was already soaring upward toward yet another level of carnal ecstasy.
In and out, the never-ceasing rod of his cock filled her quaking cunt. Out and in he plummeted, fucking her with ruthless fury. She accepted him, welcoming the almost brutal plunges of his rigid cock. She welcomed him, urging him on, whispering her love and need for him and his magnificent prick.
She came again, then again, before she felt the mounting closeness of the man skewering her with his swollen root. Now she went to work, bringing him the pleasure he had given her.
She squeezed and relaxed the edacious mouth of her belly. She milked him, drawing up the seed that boiled in his loins. She hunched into the persistent rod of manmeat he fed into her body. She fucked with a vigor to match his.
Suddenly he groaned, loud and long. His body quaked as he threw himself into her, burying the full length of his prick in the caressing folds of her pussy. His body went rigid. He came.
Hot spurts of come blasted from the slit mouth of his prick. She felt him, throbbing and twitching beneath the strength of his release. He groaned as fountain after fountain of pleasure gushed from the aching depths of his balls. He filled her cunt with his molten seed until it oozed from the pink lips of her pussy and trickled down her thighs.
Then he went limp atop her, panting with the powerful sensations of his climax. She held him tightly, lovingly. This was the man she loved; this was her man. No matter how many lovers they both took, they would always be man and wife. Warm satisfaction filled her and tears of fulfillment welled in her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
"It gets easier each day," Liz said. "I thought it would be harder the farther we hiked."
Jason Jefferies looked up at his wife and smiled. "You're just enjoying it more. It's easy to forget the hard work when you're in this forest. It's so damn beautiful. We should've thought of doing this years ago."
"The work's not over for me," Liz replied. "Tonight is my night to do the cooking. Now I've got to see if I can talk somebody into helping me get a fire going."
"Somehow I think that somebody is this body." Jason raised an eyebrow and gave his wife the sternest stare he could muster. The effort was wasted. Liz only laughed and kissed him. He shrugged his shoulders. "You win. Give me a few moments to gather some wood and I'll have you the finest blaze going this side of the Mississippi."
"Hey, I don't want a forest fire, just a few flames for dinner!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Jason grinned, slipping his backpack to the ground, then walking towards the woods.
Liz was right. After six hours on the trail, he still felt capable of going another hour or two. The first few days he would have never believed such vigor possible. There was something to be said for getting away from the city. He was rapidly finding himself becoming an addict to backpacking along these wilderness trails.