Hooters

He growled in approval when she hefted her right breast and sucked the nipple in a thoroughly sexy display. She then leaned in and rubbed the moistened nub over the head of his cock. The slippery tickle was enough to make him ooze a drop of pre-cum. Alice didn't miss that, and scooped it up with her nipple, which she was quick to bring back to her lips and suck clean with a loud moan.

She followed that up by letting both globes hang on either side of his erection, and then bouncing it between them. When she squeezed them both around him, his hands joined hers, with his thumbs over her nipples.

Alice moaned as she rocked, stroking him in the warm nest of her breasts. What little moisture remained from her dip in the pond evaporated quickly, leaving him skin on skin with her. He rubbed and flicked her nipples with his thumbs, loving the sight of her continuously manipulating those big tits to keep him tightly squeezed between them.

"Oh, I'm getting so wet," she said. "I need to be touched. So bad. Please."

The thought of going down on her hairy pussy aroused him far more than he ever would have expected. Every woman he'd been with had been shaved bare, save for a patch on the mound, at most. Shaved pussy had always been his preference, but he was rapidly reconsidering as he throbbed between her tits.

"Please," she said again, her voice carrying hints of desperation.

The moment he let go of her tits, she did the same. She sat up over her knees, looked over her shoulder, and snatched her towel from the back of the chair, sending his shirt tumbling to the sand in the process. While he rose out of the chair, she gave the towel a snap, spreading it over the cropped grass just beyond the miniature beach. She didn't waste any time reclining on it.

Clint settled on his knees in front of her. She gave each of her knees a quick brush, removing most of the sand from them. He ran his hands over her shins, removing the sand there as well. Then he slid his hands behind her knees, pushing them up and out.

Alice breathed hard and fast in anticipation — her hands gliding over her breasts and her eyes alight. Though his curiosity and excitement for diving into her hairy pussy was building, he wasn't done with those tits yet.

She let out a pitiful whimper when he dropped to his hands over her, rather than between her legs.

Clint quickly changed his stance, supporting himself on his elbows, freeing his hands. He pushed her breasts together, and sucked one of her turgid nipples. Alice continued to moan, grinding her sex against his cock, seeking relief. He moved back and forth between her nipples, licking, sucking, and flicking the stiff points. Then he squeezed her tits even more tightly together, allowing him to reach both nipples with his tongue at the same time.

As much as he was enjoying it, her pussy rubbing against him was wearing him down. The increasingly needy sounds tumbling from her lips were doing the same. After a final flurry of vigorous licking, he let her tits go.

Alice put a hand on the top of his head, pushing urgently, leaving little doubt what she wanted. By that time, he wanted it as badly as she did. He moved backward, scooting into position.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she whimpered, her hand pushing until he hovered over her pussy. That hand quickly moved to the back of his head.

Clint resisted, taking in the sight of her curl-shrouded sex — so different from what he was used to. He even moved a little, allowing the moonlight to better shine on it.

"Oh, please don't tease me," she begged. "Eat my pussy."

He dived in with a growl.

The musk of her arousal was strong — intoxicating. Having to lap and wiggle his tongue to make a furrow in her curls was a novel experience, but one soon rewarded. The first taste of her bittersweet juices made him feel light-headed. Alice yelped when his tongue parted her nether lips, and her hand on the back of his head grasped a fistful of hair.

Clint swirled his tongue between her lips, drinking up her juices. She had been telling the truth. She was soaking wet, and absolutely delicious. The taste of her was stronger than he was used to, but compelled him to seek even more. He teased at first, barely touching her clit. She responded by undulating her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

He let her need it — want it — though he had to hold back as well. The pressure on the back of his head increased. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her hips lifted higher. Finally, she let out a high-pitched growl, and he went after her clit with a vengeance.

Alice wailed to the moonlit sky above, and the sound of it echoed back even after her cry had faded.

Clint lapped and flicked her swollen button, making her writhe beneath him. Her other hand slapped hard to the earth, and her fingers dug into the soil. He kept up the full frontal assault, emulating a close-up, amateur lesbian video he had watched repeatedly. It had worked like a charm the first time he tried it, and Alice's gyrations indicated it was doing the trick for her as well.

Soon enough, her pussy wasn't the only thing that was wet. Her skin grew slick beneath his hands in the heavy night air. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as well. He began to add moments of relief, slipping down to gather her juices on his tongue. She would shiver in anticipation, then cry out when he returned to the center of her pleasure. He waited longer the second time. Then darted back to her clit almost instantly the third, keeping her off balance.

Alice was breathing hard, and her cries rose in both pitch and volume with each passing moment. He wasn't done, though. He put his thumb above her hood, tugged, and went after her naked clit.

Her gasp caught in her throat almost as soon as it started. The breath emerged as an explosive yelp a heartbeat later, and her back arched up from the towel, only to slam back down hard.

Clint held on tight and mercilessly licked her undefended button.

For a few seconds, the only sound she made was her labored breathing. Her hips twitched and jerked chaotically. One hand clawed at his scalp and shoulders, while the other flailed about, tearing at the grass.

"Fuck me," she said in a rush, and then yelped when he sucked her clit.

He ignored her, licking and sucking even more fervently.

"Fuck me," she repeated, her tone more demanding.

Once again, he ignored her, determined to push her over the edge with his tongue.

Her hand fisted in his hair, pulling hard, and she shrieked, "Fuck me now!"

That brought him up short. He winced, and followed the tug of her hand, his chin brushing against her damp curls.

Her grip on his hair relaxed, and she said, "I need it. Please. I need your cock inside me."

Hearing her beg for it was enough to cause the aching throb of his cock to overwhelm his desire for her to come on his tongue. He pushed up to see her looking at him with a pleading gaze — her face flushed, and her forehead beaded with sweat. So he kept rising. One of her feet hooked behind his butt, urging his hips forward, and he knelt between her widespread legs to take his cock in hand.

Alice reached down, put her fingers atop his erection, and helped guide it. Together, they wiggled it through the hair damp with his saliva and her juices, and pressed it against the entrance of her canal.

She said, "Give it to..." But the last word vanished in a squeal when he pushed.

He groaned as he sank inside her. She felt like pure, tight, hot, wet heaven. The hair on her pussy felt softer than he expected, tickling his shaft as he withdrew. It then tickled his balls when he sank into her to the hilt on the second thrust.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He tried to keep a steady pace at first, but she felt too good. He built the speed and power of his thrusts in short order, until he was rocking her body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled, and she slipped an arm beneath them. It barely accomplished anything due to the shockwaves of his cock slamming into her.

Clint gave her exactly what she wanted. He fucked her hard — grunting with effort — and fighting the strong, slow spreading tickle that arose in the head of his cock. Sweat beaded on both of their bodies, running in rivulets down their skin. The claps of their colliding flesh echoed back from the darkness. Alice pressed her fingers over her clit and began to rub them back and forth at a frantic pace.

Her eyes widened. Her mouth slowly dropped open, and her jaw quivered. Growls joined his grunts as his own pleasure mounted. But, she was well ahead of him. Her eyes rolled up in her head on one hard thrust, then her eyes closed, her back arched, and she screamed as her orgasm claimed her.

"Yah!" The sound burst from his lips when her pussy squeezed around him.

Her hands flailed, tearing at the vegetation and slapping the earth. Her head lashed back and forth. Her body bucked. It was all too much. The tight squeeze of her pussy and the sight of her coming so ferociously sent him hurtling to the edge.

She knew. Still deep in the throes of her orgasm, she stuttered, "C-c-cum for m-meee!"

Clint managed a few more thrusts, and hit the point of no return. He jerked free of her clinging sheath, took his cock in hand, stroked it a single time, and erupted.

Alice squealed when she felt his hot cum spatter on her sweat-slick breasts. Trembling hands pushed the huge globes together, providing an even better target for the next explosive blast. Stream after stream arched through the air, glazing her breasts and spattering on her stomach. Clint's hips bucked. Growls bordering on roars rumbled in his throat as he gave her all he had to offer.

He remained shuddering above her, dribbling cum into her pussy hair, until his strength and balance both ebbed away. He sat down hard, and then flopped onto his back with a groan.

As they lay panting for breath, he heard her softly moaning — and even giggling. He forced his eyes open, and saw her running her fingers through the cum decorating her breasts. As soon as she noticed him looking, she brought her nipple to her mouth and licked a dollop off of it.

Clint grunted from the aftershock that sight caused to rip through him, and closed his eyes once more. Her amused chuckle at that said that she knew exactly what had happened.

The grass was hardly comfortable, and he was still sweating in the heat, which kept him from growing dozy as he recovered. After a minute or so, Alice said, "Oh, you made me come so hard."

"Uh huh," he weakly responded.

She laughed. "I know you did, because it's all over me." She moaned, and then said, "So sweet."

Even imagining her tasting his cum made him tense up.

"Aren't you supposed to take pictures of any hooters you come across?" she asked.

Even as weak as he was, he had to chuckle at that.

"Well, get to work then. You certainly came across these hooters — a lot."

He groaned and shook his head.

"Come on now." She punctuated it by slapping him with her foot. "Get up. I want to see."

He made no effort to do so at first, but when she kept slapping him with her foot, he finally relented. He sat up slowly, and crawled over to the chair amidst a peal of laughter from her, in response to the pitiful sight. Once he had the camera in hand, he sat back on his heels and readied it.

Alice raised her arms over her head, striking a sexy pose for him. He snapped the picture, and then sat down next to her to bring it up so she could see. She moaned at the eerie, enhanced lighting shot of her covered in smeared cum.

"Okay. Time to wash up," she said while handing the camera back to him. Then she popped to her feet with energy that was the polar opposite of what he was feeling.

"Really?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Yes, really. We're both sweaty and sticky."

It took quite a bit of effort, but he lurched to his feet and followed her into the water. Once it was swirling around his legs, the coolness encouraged him to wade in deeper. He moaned once submerged to his neck, with the water drawing the heat from his skin.

Alice floated onto her back — her breasts breaking the water like two islands in the moonlight. He admired her until she let her legs sink once more, and swam over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and drew him into a kiss.

They floated with their tongues slipping over each other, their hands roaming, and their feet just touching the muddy bottom.

Alice pulled back and said, "You know, when I told you to come for me, I meant to come inside me."

He grunted in disappointment at that revelation of a lost opportunity.

"No need to be sad," she said, and her fingers brushed his cock beneath the water. "You're young. I bet I can get you hard for me again in no time. Would you like that? Fuck me, and come deep in my pussy?"

He was more than a little surprised by the tingle that arose in his manhood from her words and her touch. "Oh yeah."

She moaned. "Then make it hard for me. I want that hard young cock inside me again. I want you to fuck me, make me come, and then fill me up. Shoot all that cum deep inside me."

The sexy encouragement continued while her fingers glided over his cock. She caressed it, his balls, the ropy cord between them and his ass, and even the puckered iris of it. Though it took a few minutes, she got him hard enough to wrap her fingers around him, and he surged to full erection.

"Oh yes," she said, gave him one final squeeze, and waded toward the shore. He was hot on her heels.

Alice sauntered out of the water and to her towel, her butt swaying back and forth as water cascaded down her body. She sat down on her towel, still posing for his enjoyment, and then slowly reclined, beckoning him with a crooked finger.

Clint sank to his knees between her parted legs, and followed her waved instruction to lean over her for a kiss. When their lips parted, she slipped a hand between them, and cupped his cock with her fingers. He rose to his knees once more, took his throbbing erection in hand, and helped guide it against her folds.

They rubbed the head of his cock up and down the parting of her lips. It dragged at first, as water is a poor lubricant. It did provide hot friction on her clit, however, drawing out a moan. She teased the button with his cock — her body writhing slightly from the sensation. The next time she dipped his cock between her nether lips, her wetness had replaced that of the pond.

She settled it at the entrance of her canal, bit her lower lip, and nodded. They both groaned as he sank inside her. After a couple of strokes, he was balls deep, and she beckoned him in for a kiss again.

Though the position was awkward and unfamiliar, Clint found a rhythm that let him rock his hips, stroking his cock inside her as they kissed. From the way she whimpered and moaned, he knew it was certainly working for her. Her breasts were hot, soft, and slippery against his chest. They kissed and caressed each other's faces as he grew more confident, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts.

Alice lifted her breast, guiding his lips to it. He sucked her nipple, growling around it, and kept his hips working. She pulled him back to her lips, kissed him, and then offered him the other nipple, which he suckled eagerly.

So it went for long, exquisite minutes. He tasted her lips, worshiped her nipples, and watched color spread from her cheeks through the rest of her face. His ardor mounted slowly, but surely, and the rate of his rocking hips rose to match it.

They undulated in a serpentine dance, bodies tight against each other, and once again slippery with sweat in the hot night air. Alice began to whimper, and put her arms around him, holding him even closer. He grunted and growled as the hot itch spread through his cock and swelled.

"Yes. Just like that. So good," Alice whimpered. "Going to make me come."

Fighting hard to hold out long enough for that to happen, Clint grunted, "Come for me."

"Yes. Don't stop."

A few pumps of his hips later, he knew he was losing the battle. "Too good. Damn. Close."

She let out a loud whimper and said, "So close. Do it. Come in me. Fill me up. Come in me."

Though he fought it with every ounce of his will, he was on the edge, and had to surrender to the inevitable. For a dozen fast thrusts, his hips bucked beyond his control, drawing out whimpers from Alice. A long, low groan escaped him as he pulsed in her depths.

"I feel it," she cried. "Oh yes. I.. I... Oh god!" She whimpered, tensed, and her legs suddenly snapped to his butt. She held him hard against her as she tumbled over the edge into orgasm.

They twitched and jerked from the waves of orgasmic energy crashing through them, and his cock throbbed, flooding her with every drop of cum he had left. She held on tight, keeping him inside her, and he went limp, collapsing atop her once he was spent.

They quivered, cooed, and moaned through the aftershocks until long after he had gone soft inside her.

****

Clint blinked his eyes against the light streaming in the window. The bed and the room were both unfamiliar, and left him confused at first. His senses seeped back in, and he realized the light that had seemed so bright at first was the dim light of dawn. He could barely see anything beyond the window. Then the memory of the night before caused him to smile.

It had taken them quite some time to gather their clothing, his equipment, and trudge back up to the house. After a shared shower, they'd slipped into her bed. Despite having only awakened at two in the afternoon from his previous night's vigil, he barely remembered anything afterward.

He sat up, and noticed his camera and recorder on the nightstand. A look around revealed none of his clothing, save the briefs he was wearing. The sound of a creaking board drew his attention to the doorway, and Alice stepped into it.

She was wearing a nightgown so short and sheer that she may as well have been wearing nothing at all. He had seen it the night before, of course, but he had been on the verge of sleep, and hadn't noticed how revealing it was at the time.

Alice leaned against the doorway and said, "I thought I heard you. I'm making breakfast."

"I'm starving," he admitted.

"Me too. Guess we worked up an appetite." She strutted into the room and moved in for a brief kiss. "I need to get back to it, so nothing burns."

He nodded toward his equipment and said, "I should go put those on the chargers."

"Okay. Breakfast will be ready soon, so don't dally." With that, she turned and walked with swaying hips back to the door.

"Do you know where my pants are?" he asked.

Her playful shrug and shake of her head let him know that she did, but she wasn't telling. She laughed as she vanished into the hallway again.

Chuckling himself, he climbed out of bed, grabbed his equipment, and stepped into the hall. A purring moan greeted him when he entered the front room. He looked toward her in the kitchen to see her admiring him with a lusty gaze. Though he did peek out first, he crossed the porch in his underwear without much concern about someone seeing him.

He had just reached the RV and grabbed the handle of the door when a scratching sound caught his attention. He glanced that way, and froze in disbelief. There, perched on the corner of the porch roof, in the slowly rising light of dawn, was a Boreal Owl.

The bird tilted its head one way, and then the other, seemingly regarding him with curiosity.

His heart racing, Clint bent his knees and squatted, moving as slowly and smoothly as he could, never taking his eyes off the owl. He put down his recorder, and stood again as he readied his camera, praying the bird would stay for just a few seconds longer. It obliged, puffing out its feathers and giving him another tilted-head glance.