She looked up at me and lifted her head to ask, “When I come?” She traced a fingertip just under the edge of my throbbing helmet.
“Yeah. When you come,” I replied, watching in fascination as she caressed her own face and jawline with the head of my cock. “Because when you finish this, I am going to shove my face between these incredible legs of yours and pay you back… hard. I just hope you don’t wake the camp.”
Lisa shot to her feet with amazing grace, her hand never ceasing its relentless stroking, and kissed me deeply with her cock-flavored lips and tongue. “I like the way you think, Casper,” she said huskily. She sank back to sit once more on the log. She spread her knees wide and grasped my naked ass, squeezing the cheeks and pulling me close to her. Both her hands left my ass and wrapped around my dick, massaging it in short strokes as she resumed licking the head in sweeping strokes of her tongue.
Then she ran my saliva-soaked head along her jawline once more as she looked up at me. “And suddenly I am hoping you are getting close, so I can have my turn!”
Getting close? Honestly, I didn’t know how I’d held out this long. I just nodded my head spasmodically, and gritted out, “Oh yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll warn you when it’s on the way.”
“Don’t bother,” replied Lisa, between slurps on my schlong. “I actually like the surprise.” She sucked hard on my tip for a moment, then began to jack me hard with just her left hand this time while her right fingertips began to tickle me right behind my balls. “And I am going to drink every fucking drop,” she said firmly.
With that her lips wrapped firmly around me, and I felt her slobbering all over me, her tongue swirling around me inside her mouth.
Her fingers stroking the back of my scrotum were driving me wild, and I was utterly torn between wanting this experience to last forever, and wanting it to end Right. Fucking. Then.
And with that, Lisa began hum.
Nope. Could not hold off another second. My knees wobbled and I grunted uncontrollably as I felt hot spunk leaping up my canal, electrifying every nerve in the vicinity as I spurted over and over again into Lisa’s gulping mouth. She made a soft gargling noise, but true to her boast, not a drop of what felt like a pretty amazing delivery escaped her lips.
When my flood abated, I stared down at her in amazement as Lisa worked her grip up my shaft, squeezing every last drop from it, sucking softly to capture every bit. At last, she released me from her mouth and smiled up at me. “So,” she asked smugly, “was that ‘world-class’?”
I pulled her up to her feet, cupped her chin, and kissed her now-salty lips. “Every last inch of you is world-class,” I breathed against her mouth. “I have no idea how I am going to live up to that,” I went on, my hands caressing her ass softly, “but I about to do my very grateful best!”
With that, even though my legs were still weak from her treatment of me, I tugged down on her shorts. They were so tight, they slid reluctantly off her hips and I had to push them all the way to her knees before they slid freely downward. She wore a white thong underneath. I stroked a hand down from between her t-shirt clad breasts, across her belly, and between her thighs. I stroked her sweetly and felt her shiver gratifyingly. Gently, I pressed Lisa down to lie back along the length of her bench and leaned over her. She bit her lower lip as I loomed above her and I smiled down at her hungrily. I grasped both sides of the thong’s waistband and tugged downward. She helped by lifting her gorgeous ass off the wood until the underwear was free. I tugged it down and off of her.
She was a stunning sight beneath me, with her Camp Dickinger t-shirt too tight across her upthrusting tits, sneakers and calf-high athletic socks, and her naked, utterly clean-shaven pussy in between. She giggled as I lowered myself and she fought me as I tried to press her sensuously writhing thighs apart.
She didn’t fight too hard, of course, and I was soon kneeling on the log between her feet, staring down at paradise. I leant down swiftly and dragged my tongue along the length of her labia, from back to front, just once. She shivered, and then moaned as I moved my lips’ attention instead to the insides of her thighs, raining kisses all over the soft expanse of skin.
I grasped her hips in my hands and kneaded their firm, sleek curves, my grip growing stronger as my lips worked their way back closer to her crotch. I lifted her hips up as I reached it, making it easier for me to slide my tongue inside her. Her grunt of pleasure at my entrance was quiet but emphatic. She thrust her hips even higher up and toward me as I began to munch enthusiastically.
My lips worked against her labia, interspersed with probes from my tongue. As I developed a rhythm, I lowered her backside to the wood, following her down. My hands no longer supporting her, I slid them with hopefully agonizing slowness up the insides of her thighs. When I reached the top, I used my fingertips to gently spread her pussy lips apart, giving my tongue access to even greater depths. Lisa shivered in response and murmured quietly, but with gratifying tension in her voice, “Ohh! I like what you are doing.”
To this point, I had avoided all but the most fleeting of brushes against her clit, but I sensed she was about ready. I lifted my tongue from deep inside her and circled her bud once, twice, three times, then clamped my lips upon it and absolutely tortured it with my tongue. Her back arched up and she gasped. Then she gurgled, unable to exhale, as if her breath was holding itself. She writhed against my face… and suddenly I felt shudders begin to rip through her body. I could not help but smile against her pussy as she thrashed on the log, an extra frisson of tension in her as she fought a clear urge to get loud.
Just as she began to relax her body, I attacker her clit with my tongue once more, and she bucked a final time, actually squealing a little, though still quietly. Her body froze for a moment, then she forcibly shoved my head away from her crotch, gasping hard. “Enough! God, do you want me to scream out loud?”
I sat up between her legs. “Honestly? Yeah… stupid though that is,” I admitted. Then I shrugged, “I guess I’ll just have to wait until we can find another opportunity.”
At that, Lisa sighed, and swung one leg high up above my head and down the other side, allowing her turn a little sideways and sit up. Then she laid her hands gently on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss me gently and briefly.