Johnny’s breath hissed between clenched teeth as she darted swift little kisses all over his erect cock as she gently fisted him. Justine looked up, her eyes big and innocent, something she knew he had no defences against, and slowly, deliberately slid her plump, naturally red lips over the purple head of his straining cock.
Johnny shuddered as an almost electric thrill pulsed through him; his face reflected his agonized arousal as the soft, wet heat of her mouth slipped up and down on his shaft as she bobbed her head. His instinct was to meet her suckling with thrusts of his own and it took all his willpower to remain motionless, although his thighs and buttocks ached with the strain of not moving, not forcing himself further into that hot, wet succulence engulfing his manhood.
Justine could feel him tensing, she could tell his climax was near, so she backed off; a quick nip with her fingernails to the base of his straining cock backed him off as well, taking him down a couple of notches; much as she loved and craved the taste of his spunk, that wasn’t what she wanted this night; it had been too long since she and her man had played in complete safety, and knowing they were, for now, anyway, safe and protected had made her horny; she wanted her Johnny-Bear to take her to see the elephant…
Johnny picked up almost subliminally on her need; her little glances, half smiles, teasing little looks, a million things too small or subtle to describe, these all added together to one thing; his Justy wanted to make love like before, the way they hadn’t been able to since this madcap, helter-skelter flight from danger had begun.
With Johnny, to think was to do, and so he took her hand and raised her from her kneeling position, his hand gently squeezing her buttock as he pulled her close for a kiss. His hands roamed over her as they kissed, caressing, exciting, enticing, and suddenly she knew what she wanted, more than anything.
“Taste me, Big-Bear!” she breathed, “It’s been so long, eat me, make me howl, you bad, bad man!”
Johnny needed no further encouragement, and when Justine drew him to the bed, he held her behind her knees as she lay back, spreading her thighs so he could gaze once more at the pink little jewel nestled in a bed of downy, silky black hairs, dewy and delicious. Justine closed her eyes as his big, warm hands held her legs wide open, her hips gently wriggling as she sensed rather than saw her man leaning over her, the knowledge he was staring at her pink jewel feeding her arousal.
Johnny paused, letting her scent fill his nostrils and percolate through his brain. Knowing she was so aroused raised his own level of arousal; she wanted him to taste and eat her, but what he most wanted to do was to savagely plow into her, hold her down and ram himself into her again and again and fill her with his seed as she writhed and shuddered beneath him; only his basic nature, the things that made him her ‘Johnny-Bear’, kept him from treating her so, even as her scent drove him almost mad with need for her. Later, later, his mind told him; first things first, and her sweet, spicy, delicious aroma told him what she wanted.
Justine gasped softly, shuddering with delight as his tongue gently lapped at her; Johnny ran the flat of his tongue from the tight little crease of her anus to the stiff little nub just beginning to poke out from its pink cloak. Justine cried out softly, a mewing little cat-cry of agonized delight as his tongue brushed her clitoris, a sharp jag of pleasure shooting through her to buzz in her stiff, throbbing nipples.
“Again… oh yes, again, Johnny!” she gasped, and Johnny was only too happy to oblige, while Justine writhed in ecstasy as his lips and tongue sent bursts of pleasure bulleting through her. Johnny kept licking and nibbling her, because she tasted so good, so sweet, and tangy, and fresh, and a million other soft, subtle tastes, but also because the feel of the soft growth of silky hairs teased and tickled his tongue.
Justine held his face against her, grinding her wet, succulence against his probing tongue and torturing lips, feeling the first stirrings of orgasm uncoil inside her. Johnny, so completely in-tune with her feeling and emotions, felt it too, and so he feasted on her, driving her onwards and upwards, never letting-up in his quest to pleasure his woman the way she wanted. Justine was gasping like a long-distance runner, she was close, so he rasped his tongue one last time over the stiff, juicy nub of her clitoris.
Justine stiffened as her climax blazed through her, pleasure so extreme she couldn’t even give voice to it, or so she thought; her hearing, eyesight, every sense she possessed shorted-out as all her circuits blew wide-open. Her body shuddered and trembled as wave after wave of pleasure verging almost on pain crashed and surfed through her, to break against the walls of her mind and blow in once again, battering her with pleasure only her Johnny had ever given her, and then everything went dark as she floated in a warm and peaceful somewhere, feeling like everything in her world was better than fine, it was perfect.
Justine heard Johnny calling her, from what seemed a long way away, his voice faint and barely heard above the roaring in her head, but eventually his words began to make sense through the fog dulling her senses.
“What…? Johnny Bear, what happened? I was feeling so wonderful, then it all kind of went… I dunno, I mean, did I fall asleep, or something? How long…?” she murmured a little muzzily.
Johnny’s face swam into focus above her, his worried frown giving way to a relieved smile.
“You OK now, Minou, I got you now. Girl, you scared me! One minute you humpin’ like it’s goin’ out of fashion, nex’ thing I knows you-all let out a scream like a bobcat in a snare an’ pass out! I tho’t I done sumthin’ real bad, you laying there like dead thing, barely breathin’, eyes all turned-up an’ white, an’ all I could think was whut in Hell I’m gonna tell tante Maigrette when she find you lookin’ like you moonstruck!”
Justine smiled as she held out her arms to him.
“Special kind of bayou-magic you’ve got there, Johnny Bear! Now how about I show you some of mine?”
Johnny grinned as she fondled his aching erection.
“I thought you never ask, li’l gal!”
*
About 200 yards upwind of the house, in their secluded campsite concealed in the angle of two huge Cottonwoods and hidden from the road, the twins smiled at each other.
“She kinda noisy…” observed Melette, her softly jealous tone making her sister grin.
“You a fine one to talk, Miss Melette Ysabeau Gaudet de Cormier, spinster o’ the parish,” smiled Odelie, “considerin’ the noises you an’ Macky D. useta make; I swear, near on ever’one in the parish knew what you two was doin’!”
Melette rose up on her elbow to throw her backpack at the grinning girl but then she paused, sniffing the air. Odelie too froze, snuffing the air delicately, her nostrils flaring as she caught what her sister was scenting. The breeze had shifted, blowing now from the direction of the road, and the usual night scents had a new component, one that shouldn’t be there.
“You gettin’ this too, hun?” breathed Melette, and Odelie nodded.
“Uh-huh, two, mebbe three, up high somewhere, prolly up on the knoll along White Oak trail, it the only place hereabouts high ’nuff see along the road on both directions; only city-boys gonna go huntin’ smokin’ cigars an’ wearing cologne smellin’ like a whore’s boudoir; what they do, shower in the stuff? You reckon we should slide over there an’ give them somethin’ to sleep on, permanent, like?”
The blonde girl shook her head.
“Nope; they ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight, not while it dark; they can’t show lights, not up on the knoll, they know people gonna see them from miles away, so they gonna sit tight an’ wait for first light; they prolly settin’ up as spotters for the rest of them fellers we followed through the canebrakes, so they ain’t goin’ nowhere ’til them other fellers show up. Leave ’em be, we move in when they on the move, but they surely ain’t goin’ nowhere for now, so you get some sleep, hun; if nuthin’ happen I’ll wake you in four hours.”
*
Johnny woke, as always going instantly from fast asleep to fully awake, no drowsy transition or warm half-awake state, to a world still gray in the pre-dawn light. He grinned as he looked around the familiar room, one he’d slept in so many times during his boyhood days; everything was the same; the same pile of dog-eared old Zane Grey and ‘Sudden’ paperbacks, Jean-Noel’s stacks of baseball magazines, Sports Illustrated’s, and National Geographic magazines, the same pile of batting helmets, mitts, and stack of bats in one corner, and the same small shelf with a row of sporting trophies.
The only difference between those happy days and now was his truly epic erection, and the svelte, creamy-skinned naked girl spooned fast asleep against him, hugging her pillow with her pert, beautiful little rump thrust up so provocatively. The image of innocent, yet smolderingly sexy young womanhood was almost more than he could bear; he had to almost pinch himself to remind himself that he was awake, not dreaming, and that this beautiful, sexy girl was his.
Hard on the heels of that thought came another, and, smiling at what he was doing, he slowly slid down the bed, to softly kiss the sexy, outthrust pair of buttocks. Justine stirred, the faintest “Mmmm…” escaping her lips as she smiled in her sleep. Johnny froze; waking her just yet wasn’t part of his plan.
When he was sure she was fast asleep again, he began gently kissing the soft, plush globes again, slowly urging her onto her stomach, kissing and licking more insistently in the cleft between her taut ass cheeks. Still fast asleep, Justine began pushing back against him, obviously feeling something as he kissed, then rimmed her gently, squirming in her sleep as his tongue-tip brushed and teased her taut, creased little pucker.
Justine stirred, her thighs drifting apart, and Johnny smiled to himself; his plan had worked! Slowly, gently, with almost feather-like delicacy, his tongue tip probed the soft flesh exposed between her open legs. Justine squirmed, smiling her sleep-smile as whatever she was dreaming about jibed with the feel of Johnny’s tongue and lips gently probing her most intimate parts.