letting the protruding pinnacles of her breasts brush lingeringly over the surfaces of his chest as she leaned over him. 'I would hate to think of anything serious befalling you.'
'So would I,' he grinned back, fully enjoying the summery warmth of her body next to his. 'This tandem sleeping bag idea of yours is mighty fine!'
'I'm glad you enjoyed it… I did,' she whispered, lowering her lips to his for another fleeting kiss. She purred softly as the firm cones of her tits flattened to fleshy balls against him and rolled slightly. 'I was hoping that you would suggest we keep this arrangement.'
He grinned at the sparkling almost green hazel eyes that begged with pleading innocence to him. 'I suggest, if it meets your lady's approval, that we allow our sleeping arrangements to remain the same while on our journey.'
The kiss she planted firmly on his lips and the swirling tongue that pushed its way into his mouth was a far cry from the light pecks she had awakened him with. He felt the old familiar stirrings in his loins.
'I get the idea that the Lady of Hort would like a repeat of last night's performance,' he suggested, when at last they parted.
Her eyelids fluttered toward the ground in mock-embarrassment, 'I would never be so bold, Baron Ponkert. As you said, I am a lady of Hort and such conduct would not befit my station!'
'You delightful tease,' he laughed, pulling her to him with his good left hand. 'Admit it. Admit that you want it as much as I do!'
'Admit that I want what, milord?' she continued her show of innocence.
His hand slid down the tepid smoothness of her skin, pausing briefly to fondle the bulging side of her breast that squeezed out whitely from their tightly pressed bodies, 'Admit that you loved every minute of last night. 'And having had your first taste of a man moving inside you, you can't wait for the second!'
'I'll admit no such thing. It wouldn't be ladylike… Ohhhhh,' she moaned as his hand wedged its way between her legs and roughly squeezed the furried mound of her vulva.
He increased the pressure of his fingers as he kneaded the thick lips of her cunt. Dampness wetted his fingers-warm juices that announced what her playful attitude would not.
'Admit it' he repeated, enjoying the noticeable increase of her moans.
'No,' she persisted, grinding her undulating pelvis into the palm that surrounded her trembling pussy.
Without warning, he popped his index finger into the hot hole of her sex. The heated chamber of her vagina enveloped the invading digit in clinging folds. She groaned and twisted under his manual impalement. Her eyes fluttered closed as she mashed the yearning satin-covered pillows of her breasts over his chest.
Delighting in the control he commanded over this young and very willing girl, he slithered his finger in and out of her. 'Admit it!'
Her crotch pumping in rhythm with his drilling attack, she panted out,
'I admit it-yes! By the gods, yes!'
'Yes, what?' he teased, fully enjoying the game they played.
His probing finger swirled around within the silken interior of her heating cunt. Urgently, he stirred the flow of warm, thick lubricants that welled at his touch. Her hips jumped to meet his new ministrations.
She writhed and fucked herself on the finger that had penetrated her trembling hole.
'Yes. I admit it. I admit it!' she added in near desperation as his digital attack stirred and renewed the desires he had first ignited last night.
He slipped another finger into the cleft of her loins. Allowing it to dip momentarily into the flowing bath of her sexual juices, he glided the moistened fingertip to her clitoris and proceeded to taunt it to a lust-plumped button by twirling around it in rapid flourishes.
'Admit what?' he continued in a voice that imitated her own previous attempt at innocence, prolonging his teasing torture.
'I-admit that… I-I want you!' she groaned in a near fanatic fever of passion and lust.
His own want had made itself self-evident in the jutting form of his rearing cock that throbbed at a forty-five degree angle from his loins.
Just as his taunting torment of pleasure had aroused this red-headed bundle of new found sensual yearnings, it had also brought his desire to a full, blood-gorged head. He savoured the dominance he had over her willing young body. He thrilled at his power to bring her to submissiveness.
'But I'm here and you have me,' he teased even further. 'What do you want?'
His finger drilled deeper into the liquid heat of her wanton cunt. He rubbed lasciviously at her lust-inflamed, extended clit. His palm and remaining finger squeezed hard over her heated mound of love. Her whole body quaked with feverish tremors of desire.
'I want… I want… ' she groaned from the depths of her throat. 'I want this!'
Her hand clamped like a vise around the thick circumference of his cock, making sure there was absolutely no doubt left as to what she wanted and had been teased and taunted into begging for.
His whole body was jolted by electric thrills as her demanding hand tugged at his pole. His prolonged torture of pleasure had resulted in the effects he had sought. For the first time, she had reached down and touched and held the ponderous rod of his manhood. Her first step toward the delights she would learn and love to perform to give a man her body-her whole body, completely and with no avenues left closed.
Lovingly, her hands slid up and down the throbbing length of his manhood. Her body trembled and quivered at the intimate contact of virile masculinity. She thrilled and quaked at the power it conveyed to her exploring fingers. She moaned at the touch that was a magnificent combination of demanding, adamant hardness, and yet was smooth and sleek and warm.
Rolling her to her back, he slid atop the young excited body. He felt the shivers of her anticipation race through her full length. His mouth covered hers and his tongue duelled over the whipping softness of her own oral probe. His one good hand pushed between them and covered the flattened cone of one of her breasts. Within seconds, he pleasingly busied the resilient fleshy pillow and tweaked the taut nipple at its crest.
Beneath him, still clutching the hard rod of cock, her thighs voluntarily opened to an inviting 'V'. She groaned as his thighs dropped to fill the space vacated by her supple legs. She writhed as the gorged crown of his shaft nuzzled and prodded at the soft down-covered mound of her passion.
'I want this!' she repeated her earlier begging and once more tugged at the pulsing column of sex now so close, but so far.
As she held him, he wiggled his hips slightly and groaned in unison with her as his glans found its mark and easily slipped between the pouting outer lips of her labia.
Then he gave it to her. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he drove forward. Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into the sweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protective wall of her hymen. But there was no longer a maidenhead to provide the least bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jagged shooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearful anticipation of the unknown.
There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into her body. There was the hardness. There was the fullness and the satisfaction as the demanding stiff invasion rammed its way into the deep reaches of her enfolding cunt.
Her hands grasped his taut balls of ass cheeks and strained to pull him deeper into her clinging channel. Her hot belly arched up and thrust itself onto his crotch, trying to impale herself further on his lance of manhood.
Last night they had made love. Today they lusted in an abandoned want for each other.
In animal-like hunger, he battered into the soft lips of her open cunt.
Each hard stroke seeking and finding the new untouched depths of her yearning channel. Deeper and deeper he thrust into the soft, spongy recesses of her hot pussy. He slammed into the hunching mound of sex, spraying its lips wide under the heavy impacts of his crotch.
The thickening lips of her cock-hungry cunt followed every movement of his lust-shaft. Lovingly caressing the length of his commanding man-meat, they flowered outward in a tight pink ring of clutching muscles. Then the wanton mouth closed as he rammed forward, driving the flowing lips back into her.
His balls slapped sweat-slicked at the bottom of the slash of her cunt as he drilled into the welcoming hole of her desire. Gripping his length, the soft, silken channel closed around him in humid warmth. She squeezed and warmly trapped his cock.
She moaned and writhed against the body above her. The lust-laden globes of her breasts squirmed at his
