Sean and Felicia
- 3 years ago
- 9
- 0
Houston #2Chapter 2: Fucking Felicia free porn video
They walked together, hip to hip, right up to a large oak tree hidden in a little sunlit glade. They were quite certain no prying eyes would see them. He moved close to her and she placed her hands around his neck meeting his eyes.
"Hello Felicia," he whispered huskily.
"Hello, John," she murmured softly, then kissed his neck with a sweep of her tongue bringing his blood to a boil. He pulled her body into contact with his, feeling her along the lines of his body. He took note of her soft breasts against his hard chest, pubic bone to hardening cock. They began to kiss, slowly and gently at first. With a sweep of his tongue, he took her entire mouth in his, then resting his tongue at the entrance of her open mouth, poised, moving it only when he felt her tongue envelope his. John opened his mouth to contain Felicia's, sucked her in and released her, over and over, resting his lips against hers, for a moment resisting her tongue as it met his, then pushing against her with closed lips, now seeking out and trying to suck her tongue into his mouth.
'He can certainly kiss, ' Felicia thought, running her tongue along his cheek all the way down to his chin. She licked the tiny ridge under his lower lip, feeling the pull of the rough texture that was his shadowy stubble. Their tongues met again, darted around one another, slowing down, then speeding up. His tongue sought out her mouth, moving over her lips from side to side, savoring their moist pliancy. He moaned and moved to nibble her ear.
Their bodies pressed into one another, seeking out the radiant center of their genitals. They began to move against each other, Felicia could not refrain from moaning slightly.
He found himself growing violent and shoved her hard against the oak's thick trunk, sliding his hand between her neck and the tree. His thumb pressed into the hot flesh of her throat. Their eyes locked and her bow-shaped lips part in a half gasp, half moan; Felicia's cheeks were flushed, not from the cold air but from the steaming heat pulsing from her cunt.
Moving his thump upward from her throat, he lightly caressed the flush of her cheek, and she bit her lower lip bewitchingly. Then the hand belonging to the thumb, left her face and slipped underneath her blouse to brush casually over an erect nipple; fingers then slowly circled the pebbled aureole.
Felicia whimpered with pleasure. He buried his face in her throat, nuzzling and licking as their bodies twined tightly together. He curled his fingers inside her blouse, pulled hard, popping two or three buttons. He moaned and with a sweep of his head, pillowed his head between her bra-cupped breasts; then took as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could. He nibbled and sucked at her as she until she moaned while struggling to unfasten her bra strap and free her twins for him to feast on. The second he stopped suckling she sought his mouth out, humping up at him and opening herself to his eager lips.
They moved their hips in sync with each other, his cock grinding into first one upper thigh, then the other. Felicia sighed, feeling his hard cock through her clothing, delighted, almost alarmed by his hardness; her wetness, and the power of their mutual desire.
"Oh, yes!" Felicia groaned and reached out to stroke the outline of his erection through his slacks. He bit the rim of her ear when she gave him a firm squeeze. They both moaned as she rubbed herself against his thigh while searching for his mouth. She sent her tongue deep into his mouth, licking his teeth and gums until his tongue rolled over hers, and then they took turns flicking out at one another.
"Time to fuck," John rasped, after tearing his mouth from hers.
"Good idea, what's your name again?" She asked, laughing lewdly.
"John," he said seriously, as he hoisted her skirt up around her waist. She busied herself unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. His hand met hers and brought his sex out, slapping it gently against the palm of her left hand. His slacks surrendered to gravity and dropped to his calves. Felicia licked her lips in appreciation as she took in his erection, tight up against the white cotton material, seeing a few drops of pre-ejaculate, a circle of wet against the shorts. She smiled noticing a drop quivering on its glistening tip.
Following her gaze, he said, "Are you as wet for me as I am for you?"
"I'm soaked," Felicia croaked, giddy with lust. "Put it inside me... now!"
Pulling her underwear to one side and holding himself with the other hand he glimpsed the shiny dark brown pubic hair surrounding her pussy as it gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. He felt his knees buckle, as he grew dizzy with wanting her.
"A rubber! You have to use a rubber!" Felicia moaned.
John hauled his slacks up, dug into the pocket on the left side and produced a Trojan condom. Placing it between his teeth he ripped it open and handed it to her.
"Put it on, I'm so excited I'm liable to tear it, and I've only one other."
With a dexterity that John could only admire, Felicia capped his cock with the protective device and spreading her knees, centered him on her cunt hole.
Using one hand to brace them against the tree trunk, he rammed his cock into her, hearing a satisfied groan from her. He found her tight and marveled at it, thinking, 'she's had a donkey in there, no, a pony, but still... ' the dead leaves crackled beneath his feet as he began to fuck.
"Ugh," was the only sound Felicia made for the next several minutes as he fucked her with a precision that bordered on cruelty. Her rump ground against the tree's rough bark until she began to bleed from the harsh grating. Unmindful of that area, she concentrated on drawing his pleasure tool into her body and reveled in the rapture that his heavily veined prick brought to the overly sensitive walls of her cunt.
For his part, John was also reveling, absorbing the sensations emanating from the raging heat of her sex. He couldn't help but moan as Felicia used her muscles to grip and then release him, only to repeat the process over and over as she milked him toward what would be a tumultuous orgasm. Gripping her hips, he pumped into her until his thighs began to cramp. Then pulled away from her.
She cried out sharply at the sudden loss, then smiled wickedly as he tossed his jacket on the damp moss at the base of the old oak, and steered her into a kneeling position, then dropped to his knees behind her.
With one deep stroke he was buried in her. They both moaned with satisfaction.
Felicia sensed his condom-covered cock leaving definite impressions on the softer parts of her vaginal walls. "Nobody's gonna die from this, right?" she asked, surprising him with the remark.
"Maybe some lichen in the moss under your knees," he said, and they both laughed at his clever comeback.
Felicia began to come. With every thrust, the mutability of her world grew more remote. This was what she sought... day and night, night and day, a rain of sweat pelted the greenery beneath her, but she failed to notice, being filled to completeness from the furious fucking. A completeness that would soon fade away, leaving the constant craving for more that tortured her soul.
Her eyes grew distant as the sensation swelled and burst inside her.
"Slap me," she called out.
"What?" he panted, not sure he'd heard right.
"Slap me, slap me hard!"
Without slowing the motion of his pistoning hips, he obliged her, with a fairly light, open-handed crack across her cheek.
"Yes, like that... again!"
This time he struck her harder. He felt her shudder under him, sensed that she about to come. He paused between thrusts, but she failed to notice, as she was busy bucking and writhing against him, making up for any lack of movement on his part.
John granted her one more slap. A bit harder than the others, but on her ass, causing her to grunt and groan. Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. Then, he began pounding himself into her; using his free hand to grip, then squeeze her hardened, buoyant nipple.
He felt himself emptying into her; filling the condom with his life giving seed. And he absorbed the commingled essence of her smell, their sounds, and his pulsing prick.
She could feel his warm breath on her hair, the sharp pain in her nipple as he continued to manipulate it, twisting, pulling and stretching it to a grotesque length. She cried out and came again the moment his hand slipped between her legs and found her stiffened clitoris.
A few short minutes later he clambered off her inert form, kissed her bleeding ass and helped her to stand up. Felicia stood, somewhat shaky at first, but gradually stabilized her equilibrium. Then they hugged tightly and kissed passionately for several minutes.
"Will you come to my place?" she asked softly.
"I'd like to, but..." His mind filled with all the work he had ahead of him that afternoon, not to mention, he would be screwing Argie later. She would be looking for it.
"You can tie me up," she said hopefully.
He couldn't resist the offer, and his cock gave her his answer before his mouth formed the words.
"Oh, John, you're going to love this."
Meanwhile, Milo Cappelli waited patiently at a local restaurant for Argie to arrive. He spied her rushing down the sidewalk and placed a small package, wrapped with a tiny pink bow in his lap. She arrived at the entrance of the restaurant looking harried and out of breath. She wore a frilly white blouse through which Milo could see the suggestion of a lacy brassiere. A long loop of pearls hung between her breasts. On spotting him sitting in a corner booth, Argie beamed her most vibrant smile at him, which he returned in kind. She waved at him as she moved across the room to join him. She sat down and apologized for being tardy.
"Fugetaboutit," he chirped, delighted to have her sweet, delectable presence sitting beside him.
The waiter hurried to their table and Milo ordered for her, "Almond chicken salad for the lady," then turning to Argie, he asked, "Which dressing do you prefer?"
"Um, the vinaigrette, please," she replied, turning her eyes up to look at the server.
"Very good, ma'am, "he said and moved off to place her order. Milo had ordered just before she arrived.
"I really am sorry about being late," she said, talking fast. "I had this confrontational thing with my husband..."
"You told him about me?" he said, stunned by the news.
"Yes, but..."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this. You were the one wanted to keep it quiet."
"That's true, but..."
"Why am I still sitting here?" he asked aloud and made to get up.
"No, no, don't. Listen to me. Please hear me out."
Taking a deep breath, Milo sighed, shook his shoulders as if to release the sudden tension and looked into her eyes.
"I'm listening, but tell me first, is he coming here to shoot me?"
His comment stunned Argie. It hadn't occurred to her that John would be jealous about her affair, not with all his screwing around.
She took a moment to reply. "I... I don't think so. He went off to work same as any other day."
"So you don't know if he followed you?"
"Why would he... ?
"To get at me, to break my neck, or shoot me, that's why."
"Oh..."
She bit her thumb, and said, "He's not the type. Really. He took it well. I made him listen to me. I told him I was sick and tired of his fucking around and then I dropped my bombshell on him. We wound up talking and talking and talking. He listened and I listened. We went to bed, screwed like rabbits. Believe me; we haven't screwed like that in ages. He told me how sorry he was and that he was going to see his shrink about joining Sex Addicts Anonymous.
"So you're telling me I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder, huh."
"Yes, yes, that's right."
They were silent as the server approached with her salad and his hamburger.
Argie, suddenly famished, picked up her fork and dug into the leafy salad.
'Mmm, good, I like it when..."
He interrupted her. "I have a present for you," he said.
"Really! You shouldn't have!"
Milo handed her the box with a tight smile on his face. It had been ages since Argie had gotten any type of present other than the usual ones for holidays and birthdays and she was enormously pleased. Putting down her utensils, she gravely accepted it from his extended hand.
"I'd like you to open it here, and read the instructions."
Argie removed the wrapping paper carefully, as if to use it again, she opened the box and read the note. She looked up at him, licked her lips and nodded. Then she stood up, never breaking eye contact with him; picked up her purse, and said, "I'll be right back."
Milo devoured his burger in the five minutes before Argie returned to their booth. He watched her moving across the room, taking small, mincing steps; she slid in beside him wearing an uncomfortable look.
"Okay, now what?" she asked.
"Finish your salad."
Argie resumed eating, and after several mouthfuls, Milo spoke softly to her.
"Show me your purse, please."
Argie reached out, picked up her purse, opened the clasp and handed it across her body to his outstretched hand.
"Thank you," he said as he observed the red lace panties with black bows inside the purse. He took out the small package and opened it. The ben-wa balls were gone.
"How do they feel?" he asked genially.
"They're very distracting, to say the least," she told him and calmly resumed eating her salad. "I feel like they are going to fall out and roll across the floor. I have to keep myself clenched so the damn things won't fall out. When I do that, they rub against each other and the walls of my... vagina. It's like some form of constant, low intensity electricity."
"I should hope they're distracting," he said, "and more. They might prove to be very stimulating as well. We'll find out as we walk after lunch."
"Walk! You expect me to walk outside in public with those..."
"Ben-wa balls..." he added for her.
"Ben-wa balls up my twat?" she hissed angrily.
"Yeah, I do," he said firmly and she decided to shut up for the moment and worked on her salad, although she had lost her appetite for food.
Jeannie
- 23.05.2021
- 15
- 0
