on.
Hank was aware of the life flowing into his balls and dick. He stepped up his work on Julia's pussy, determined to get her as hot as he was.
While he nipped and nuzzled her cunt, he began kneading her rump. Those taut mounds were creamy smooth and slippery underwater. With the forefinger of his right band he stroked the valley between them. Gradually he worked his way to her hairless bole.
The instant he fingered the puckered place, Julia shivered. Pay dirt! Hank thought to himself. So he rimmed the tight little muscle with his finger pad.
Julie loved it and stepped up work on Hank's privates as proof.
The two of them continued playing with each other until they thought their lungs would burst. Almost as if by some silent signal of agreement, they let go of each other at the same moment, and struck swiftly for the surface.
They both gulped air, panting heavily. Hank looked at Julia and Julia looked at Hank. He knew, and she knew… they had to fuck each other.
Then, by some miracle (the type that only happens in dreams like the one Hank was having now) Hank and Julia found themselves standing in shallow water that came just above their waists.
Julia looked so beautiful, Hank thought, with her long, wet, brown hair forming a sleek mantle over her head, outlining its lovely delicate shape, her luminous dark eyes sparkling out from under the heavy fringe of her eyelashes, her slim arms hanging loosely at her side, and her magnificent knockers jutting out, tits at attention, almost as if saluting him.
Hank looked down through the water at the naval set in her flat tummy. He visually traced the pencil thin line of baby hair that led from her naval to her pussy. The curly brown hair that covered her love box was waving in time to the slow undulation of the water. They looked like a million tiny fingers directing him to enter.
Looking down through the water to his own crotch, Hank noted with satisfaction that his meat was standing at attention, responding to the salute of Julia's cunt hairs.
Julia looked Hank straight in the eyes. Her lips parted slightly. Hank almost came as he watched her work the tip of her wicked tongue slowly, sensuously around the inside of her lips, rolling her hips ever so slightly in perfect concert with the movements of her tongue.
Keeping it up, still staring him right in the eyes without batting an eyelid, she moved toward him, breathing passion.
Hank sucked air. He thought his heart was going to stop dead in its tracks from expectation. What a sight! What a feeling! His blood stopped in his veins, and he knew he probably wouldn't ever breath again until she had closed the gap between them, until her soft, unbearably sexy body was pressed close to his.
As Julia moved closer to Hank, she lifted up her arms and stretched them outwards toward him. He lifted his open arms in response. She walked into his arms, and pushed her body up against his, encircling him in her arms and lifting up her mouth to his.
At the contact of her naked body, Hank breathed again, the blood pumping wildly through his body. He thrust his mouth down upon hers, hard, passionately. His tongue rammed past her teeth deep into her mouth, almost touching the back of her throat.
Eagerly he explored its inside, reaming it happily. With the tip of her tongue, Julia caressed the smooth underside of his tongue, adding to the passion he was already feeling.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth. She pursed her lips tightly around it like a virginal cunt. His left hand whipped down to her box and he rammed a finger right up her hole.
Julia ground her hips, helping him. Then she reached down with her hand and slipped her index finger between his big cock and his stomach. Her body pressed against his cock, holding it fast between their bodies, and slowly she moved her finger up and down, massaging the inside curved area of his big meat.
Hank could feel the thick cream inside Julia's vagina. His balls had grown tight in their sac. He wanted in! He wanted to drive his heavy meat into her creamy cunt. He wanted to feel the cream with his prick, feel the walls of her vagina close over it. He wanted to fuck! And, he could tell Julia wanted to, too!
But by this time, he didn't really give a damn whether she wanted to or not. He didn't give a damn about anything in the whole wide world except getting his big cock into this water nymph's love hole. So without wasting any more time, he pulled back a bit, pulled his finger out of her hole, took a hold of his heavy meat, fat with excitement, angled under her crotch and located that precious opening with his cockhead.
Placing one hand on each cheek of her ass, he paused a moment, took a deep breath. Then, with one swift, violent motion, he pulled her ass towards him, ramming the lips of her vagina over the head of his prick, being swallowed whole.
Julia moaned slightly and dug her nails into his back. They clung together, rubbing their bodies against each other, enjoying the slippery feel of their water drenched skins.
Hank manipulated Julia's ass so that it pivoted back and forth on his rod. He could feel the ribbed walls of the interior of her vagina. He could feel her labial lips closed tightly around the base of his meat. He moved back and forth, ever so slightly, digging the tremendous sensation it provided.
She was a real nymph, all right. A water sprite that had come out of the water to show him a good time. One who knew a good fuck when she saw it, and she had seen it in him. Hank knew this as sure as anything, and after all, hadn't she said as much?
What a body she had, a perfect shape, every muscle and tendon in the proper place, just the right curve to her spine. Just the right size hold. Not too big, not too small. And elastic, too, he thought as he tested the tight little door again with the base of his prick.
Julia was licking his chin, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. Hank released his hold on her ass a bit, and altered his position enough so that he could wrap both mitts around her boobs while his mouth found hers again.
He massaged those great and glorious orbs, kneading them softly. With his forefingers and thumbs he manipulated the flowering tips. He could feel them grow. He pulled at them and felt them extend. Julia was getting turned on, that was for sure.
She was tonguing him now with quick flicks of her tongue. It had a pleasing, slightly salty taste in his mouth, and he sucked it eagerly. Then Julia parted her lips and drew her tongue back into her mouth until he could only get at the tip of it.
The little bitch! Hank thought. She's turned her mouth into a second cunt, complete with clit! And, being the gentlemen and sex fiend that he was, Hank obliged by sucking on this alternative cunt clit.
They worked on each other for a while, the water lapping softly at their stuck-together bodies. The warm breeze filtering over the water played around them as if wanting to join in on the fun.
With his meat still in her, Hank began slowly backing Julia toward the beach. A stand-up fuck was fun, but he suddenly felt that he wanted this broad on her back, with him on top. She had run the show from the beginning, but he was going to finish it off with him on top!
Julia didn't mind at all. Even if she had known Hank's reason for doing so, she surely wouldn't have minded. She liked the feeling of a beautiful hunk of a man humping over her. She was all for it.
Slowly he backed Julia toward the beach, his prick pulsating inside her, his hands massaging her tits, his mouth busy with hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he guided their progress.
When the water was only toe high, another dream miracle occurred. Right where Hank intended to lay Julia down, an air pillow appeared. He maneuvered her ass until it was approximately over it. Then he guided her down to the wet sand, with only her fine ass on the air pillow. And all the while, his prick stuck inside her like glue.
With the help of the air pillow, Julia's pelvis was thrust upward at an enticing angle. Just perfect for banging!
Hank was on his knees; Julia was on her back. He reached for her legs and moved them toward her body so that they were doubled up as if in the stirrups of an examining table. With one hand on each folded knee, Hank pushed her legs even further apart and studied with lascivious pleasure the sight before him.
He looked at his big shaft as he slowly withdrew it from her pussy, as far as the rim behind the head. Slowly he ran it back in again until it had completely disappeared into her box. Back and forth, in and out he ran the cream-covered rod, watching it emerge from her slit, and then watching it disappear again.
He moved it in and out like a slow piston. It was a beautiful thing to watch. And with her ass elevated on the
