The Broken Drum part7
by Hot Milfs Blog
When Leon stepped quietly out of the woods, what to his
wondering eyes should appear, but a stark naked blonde with the
guy’s face in her puss…
The way they were carrying on, he had to be careful, but not
silent, as he moved around in the dark. Smoothly, he lifted the
camera to his eye, and cranked off about 5 shots. Each of them
from a slightly different perspective, and all of them making use
of the close-up capability of the zoom lens. Oh, yeah…….
Some mighty hot shots.
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“Wait… Let me breathe, you bastard!” she grinned down at me.
I had to think for a second about letting WHO breathe. I mean,
it was my nose and mouth that she was pressing into her pulsating
gash. And then I understood. It was that last orgasm that
seemed to grow larger and more all encompassing, as it crashed
through her like a surfer’s dream wave at Wakiki.
“Break time?” I asked, as I rested my face on her thigh, and
trailed my fingers through her thick blonde thatch.
“No, you son-of-a-bitch,” she laughed quietly. “It’s time for
the main event.” She turned and in two steps was sitting on the
picnic table. One foot resting on the bench seat, and the other
planted on the table top. “That is…. If you’re you’re not all
mouth.”
She motioned for me to move off the bench, and I did. I slid
off, and took a step back, as she scooted forward, and sat,
facing me, in the same spot I had just vacated.
I was standing between her wide-spread knees, so it was no
problem for me to reach out and pull her head against my belly.
She rested there for a few moments, and then she leaned back and
reached for my belt.
With sure, deliberate motions, I was unbuckled and unzipped. My
trousers went south, landing in twin wrinkled piles around my
ankles. My boxers went next.
She reached out, and placed her hand, palm up, under ‘Old
Faithful’, and just let him lie there.
“Eric, this is not a snub-nosed pistol. It’s a cannon.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I answered breathlessly. (I mean, it’s
hard (pardon the expression) not to be breathless when you’re
standing between a naked lady’s knees, and she’s complimenting
you on the caliber of your weapon as well as the length of it’s
barrel).
She leaned forward, running the tip of her tongue around the
head, and then sucked about half it’s length into her mouth. Her
tongue was doing the Tango, or the Cha Cha, as her firm lips
massaged it. I, having nothing better to do with them, put my
hands on the back of her head, and tried to help her with the
back and forth, in and out, up and down…
“Oh no you don’t,” she hissed around my joint, as her eyes
flashed up at me. Her words were really more like ‘owww, nough
jew doughwwnt’, but I got the message. Instead of ‘helping’ I
started stroking that long blonde hair.
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Leon knew the pictures were going to be great. Him going
down on her, and then her trying to suck start his Harley. The
photos would give him many nights of pleasant memories, and a
little something to use if this detective ever tried running a
game on him.
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Candice knew exactly what she was doing down there. More than
once she had me close to the brink, but she slowed down, and let
me recover. Then she started giving me head in earnest. Pumping
with her lips, tickling with her tongue, and cupping my balls
with one hand as her sharp finger nails raked my inner thighs.
Suddenly she stopped, and said, “We’ll do it like this later. I
want you to cum in me the first time…”
Was I mad? Was I disappointed? Hell no!! Face is face, but
pussy is pussy….. And given a choice, the fuzzy clam will win
EVERY time.
I stepped back, and Candice stood up momentarily. I say
momentarily, because that’s about how long it took for her to
turn around, spread her long beautiful legs, bend at the waist,
and present her gorgeous sculpted ass. Even in the subdued
light, her pussy glistened with her juice. I stepped up to the
plate.
My bat was in her box (to continue the simile), and I pressed
on (at least in). She shifted her weight from leg to leg
as I penetrated her pussy. When I had been completely engulfed,
I withdrew, until only the tiniest edge of the tip remained
inside, and then slowly entered her again. A perfect fit!
As I pounded into her I heard mewing sounds, gasps, groans and I
think at least one ‘OOOhhhh GGoddddddd!’ My hips were jerking
back and forth in an ancient rhythm, providing a driving bass
beat, while she maintained the tempo, and pulsed wildly following
a slightly different but VERY complimentary score. The composer
was a master, because instead of slowing, the beat got faster and
wilder, as we both drove toward a crashing crescendo.
My balls tightened, my cock swelled (and she commented) and then
gushed - over and over, shooting streams of hot sperm deep into
her pussy, that spasmed and milked me with muscular contractions.
When our climaxes (climaxi ?) had passes, I stayed buried deep
inside her hot box, thrusting minutely, not wanting the moment to
pass… Finally, she said, “Okay, Eric… You’ll need a few
minutes to recover, before you can do THAT again. Let’s rest
someplace where we won’t get splinters in our asses.”
We dressed, more or less, because Candice was still wearing only
my raincoat, fired up the Chevy and drove back toward the Broken
Drum. It was awfully quiet in the car, as we both seemed alone
with our thoughts. My right hand was entwined with hers as I
steered with my left, and her head rested softly on my shoulder.
“Mmmmmm, that was nice,” she said softly when were a block or so
from the ‘Drum’.
“Sure was,” I answered, as my eyes flicked up to the rear view
mirror. I thought I’d seen a car following us when we turned off
the airport bypass onto the highway.
“Everything all right? You seem awfully quiet? she asked.
“No, everything’s fine… In fact wonderful,” I replied. “I’m
just having a hard time believing this evening.”
“Me too,” she said. Then in a little firmer voice she continued,
“I suppose it’s back to the wife and rug-rats for you.”
It wasn’t a question. But, it did demand an answer, so I gave
her one. “Nope… It’s back to my apartment for a couple of
drinks and then to bed.”
“Alone…… I can’t believe that.”
“It’s true… ”
…End of the part7. To be continued..