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CHAPTER THREE

Greg led her to the bed and pushed her down gently, immediately wrapping his body around hers. She was so soft, so yielding, he could have easily taken her once again in a violent assault. But he wanted more to taste her, savor her body as he would a fine wine.

He looked at her features, wondering how it was possible that a person could have no flaws. Her skin was creamy-white, setting off the color of her hair, her eyes like those of a cat – sensual, inviting.

Her pert lips were wet from his kisses, her rubbery nipples burning into his chest.

"I want you," he murmured. "My God, I've never wanted a person in my life… until now!"

Sara, too, felt the storm of their passions building. She ran her fingers over his smooth broad back, lightly playing around the slight curve just above the crack of his ass. She felt warm, secure, again hungry for his love. Spreading her legs a little wider, she thrust her hips up, meeting the underside of his cockshaft with her pussy entrance.

"Fuck me slow," she murmured, kissing his eyes. "God, Greg, fuck me!"

"Let me just look at you for a while," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I want to remember you just like this for always."

He raised himself to his knees, his hands on her shoulders. While his eyes followed the moves of his fingers, he noticed the delicious curve of her jutting tits, the mere hint of a shadow under the left side of each nipple. Slowly he leaned forward and brushed his lips over the rubbery projections, feeling them pulsate, blossom to rigid fullness. He opened his mouth almost lazily, and licked them one at a time, then, pressing them together, chewed on both.

Sara watched his sucking, feeling not only the pleasure he was giving her, but also the joy of just looking at his concentration. She held his arms, touching the meaty, bulging biceps, knowing his excitement was growing from the way his blood was rushing through his veins.

"Hurry!" she whispered, touching the soft tufts of hair that fanned from his armpits. "God, I… need you!"

Greg was oblivious to her pleas, his mind totally on her fantastic shapely body. He inched his mouth downward to her flat belly, working his fingertips into the fleshy part of her hips. Her entire body seemed to steam with sex, engulfing him in a mist of pure ecstasy. He licked past her pussy and nibbled on the insides of her thighs, savoring the milky softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.

"Lovely," he murmured, lifting her legs, pressing his lips down on her ankles, then her toes.

"There is no part of you that isn't perfect."

After kissing her feet, leaving them damp with his spit, he moved back up, drawing his tongue over the sides of her body. He brushed past her tits and again locked his mouth around her parted lips. He thrust his tongue deeply into her throat, sucking with his lips, pulling the sweetness of her mouth into his.

"It just isn't right that someone like you could exist," he murmured, nudging his cockhead into her wet patch of cunt hair. "I… I don't think I've ever felt this good in my life!"

Sara gave a sigh of relief when she felt his prick ease into her pussy. The thick slab stretched her opening apart deliciously, sending ripples of pleasure upward. She bent her knees and lifted her ass, driving in more of his beautiful cock, rubbing her ankle over his hip. A spasm of ecstasy burned into the back of her cunt, almost exploding. She bit her lip, throwing her head back, to keep from climaxing, knowing the torture was more fantastic than the release.

"Give me all of you!" she gasped still feeling the huge prod slip into her insides. His hairy nuts were slowly, almost painfully, rolling up the insides of her legs. Finally they rested in the crack of her ass as his cockbase plunged between her cunt lips. "Oh yes! Just… like that!"

Greg lowered his hands to her ass and lifted her slightly. As he did this, he dug his toes into the sheets, straightening his less, and shoved forward. He bent his head and chewed her tits, licking furiously between the soft, delicious mounds. His breath was faster now, a low moan vibrating into her chest.

"Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, beginning to fuck his cock into her pussy a little faster. Her muscles were so tight, so frothy and hot, he knew it was useless to fight his emotions any longer. "I've got… to fuck you!" he grunted.

"Yes!" Sara whispered. "Go ahead! Take me! Fuck me hard, you bastard! Fuck… me!"

Greg began banging into her cunt with the same intensity he had shown before. But this time it was different, more than just physical. He couldn't name what was running through his mind, but whatever it was made him feel free, for the first time in his life totally aware of his own body. Every cell, each nerve seemed to explode with fiery throbs.

"Oh, Sara!" he whispered, licking up to the hollow of her throat. "I can't believe this! God, I… I…unhhhhiihhh!"

Sara climaxed at the same exact second his orgasm peaked. Her pussy pulled like a mouth, accepting his blasting cum, sucking it into her womb. She humped violently, trying to gobble more, her cunt lips locked around his prick like a greasy, spasming vise.

"F-fuck me!" she shouted, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. "Ram that cock in me and fuck me apart!"

Greg hammered brutally until he emptied his thick steaming load into the back of her cunt. And even after his muscles burned from exhaustion, he continued jabbing in and out of her exploding hole, feeling his jism slosh around inside her pussy hole. Thick streams oozed from the opening, gluing his nuts to her flesh, others gushing into the crack of her ass.

Sara experienced one long, almost painful, storm of release, her orgasm hitting new peaks each time his dick slammed forward. His cockhead brought the last of his squirting juice to the back of her cunt, causing her back to arch, her heart to almost pound out of her chest.

For several moments there was no need for words. The sweet, satisfying throbs in their loins was the only communication necessary. Each felt a part of the other, their bodies mixing, fusing into one writhing mass of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years," Greg said finally, lying on his back. "I think I fucked my brains into your pussy."

"You go ahead and sleep," Sara urged. "I still haven't gotten enough of you. I'll suck you to sleep."

"Ah, that sounds nice," Greg murmured, his voice already thick with drowsiness. He spread his legs and pushed her head down, flinching as her lips trailed a wet path over his chest and belly. When her lips were pushed into his bushy growth of crotch hair, his grip relaxed. "Oh so nice…" he whispered, his voice finally dropping to a soft grunt.

Sara squeezed between his legs and held his cock with both hands, watching it as the shaft began to shrink. A small oozing wad of cum slowly seeped from his cum hole, rolling down to his loose foreskin. She licked it with the tip of her tongue and pulled her head back, creating a web-like strand of milky juice that glistened in the soft light. Pursing her lips together, she leaned forward, lapping the web of jism into her mouth, shivering as it burned into the back of her throat.

"Delicious!" she whispered, inching her mouth around the purplish knob of his cock.

When she slipped it over the roof of her mouth, she felt it throb, balloon to life. She gave a low throaty moan, slowly grinding her lips around his limp shaft, pulling more of his prick inside her.

"Oh, Sara," Greg moaned, half-asleep yet fully aware of what was going on. "Suck me all night! God, I'd love to wake up and see you there with my cock in your mouth. Will you do that? Will you eat my dick for the rest of the night?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Sara answered, her nose buried in his wiry patch of crotch hair. She pursed her lips and lifted her head, squeezing her mouth around his now rock-hard shaft. When his cockhead pulsated between her teeth, she spoke softly. "I'll suck you all night. I'll eat your cum and drink it down. Anything for you, Greg. Anything!"

For the next several moments, she bobbed her head up and down slowly, not wanting to wake him, but still wanting to give his dreams the best pleasure possible. Finally, however, she couldn't take the torture any longer, and she began eating furiously, lapping her mouth around his prick like a starving animal. She heard him groan, felt the vibrations of his quickening heartbeat, his body tightening.

She no longer cared if he were asleep or awake. The only thing that mattered was the delicious flavor of his churning jism. Already she could, smell the steam as the thick creamy load bubbled inside his balls. Only a few seconds longer and [missing text].

When the hard, pulsating masses of juice squirted into her throat, she gurgled a muffled moan, her entire body rocking with delicious pleasure. She sucked and pulled with every ounce of strength she could muster, concentrating on one thing only – getting every golden drop of his cum, to wallow it around on her tongue and gulp it down.

Finally, she sucked him completely dry and pulled her mouth away, her gasping breath hot in his crotch hairs. She licked his nuts and his belly, completely wetting his torso. Then as her pleasure subsided, she closed her eyes and sank her lips around his rubbery shaft. She inhaled deeply and blocked out every other thought except the taste of his cock, the rich aroma of his body.

And then she slept, never moving her mouth for even a second.