Thunder of the Gods Pt. 06

Knowing that Lacee was always ready for a love-making session, Philip stood and began to strip. He'd been wearing only a T-shirt, and under his shorts he was unrestrained as always. He remained standing over Lacee's tantalizing derriere, and slowly began to stroke his dangling manhood. In almost no time, it was stretched to its ten-inch limit, and glistening drops of anticipation began to fall on Lacee's bronzed legs. He quickly dropped to his knees, and inserted his index finger beneath her shorts. With feather-light touches he began to massage the creases where her cheeks met her inner thighs, careful to include the edges of her pouting labia as he gently stroked. Within minutes she had begun to gently lift her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks together as she did so, and he knew that she was awakening. He reached underneath her to undo her shorts, and slowly withdrew them to savor the unfolding feast. Like Philip, Lacee no longer wore underwear, and soon her shapely rear was totally exposed to him. He bent over her muscular globes and began to gently blow on her exposed cleft, noting with pleasure that honey-like moisture had begun to escape from her swollen lower lips. He moved closer and buried his face in her widening crease, inhaling deeply to savor the musky fragrance of her furred fissure. He had never before felt quite this sexually aggressive with her, and he wondered if the murals in the temple tomb were beginning to affect him. He inwardly smiled at the thought and probed deeper into her honey pot with his supple tongue.

Lacee began to moan, and Philip felt her delicate hand searching between his legs. His engorged member began to twitch as she deftly fondled his pendant sac, and it soon felt like two bowling balls were dragging him downward. Lacee breathlessly asked him to reverse his position, and as she rolled over he obliged by bringing his oozing shaft to her mouth. Her tongue lapped up the dewdrops escaping from his shaft, and he responded by burrowing his face into her furred nest like a pilgrim visiting a shrine. He had never before felt so overwhelmed by her fragrance and he ravenously swirled his tongue about her hardened clitoris. She responded by grinding her mound against his face and moaning deeply as she suckled his engorged rod. After several minutes of voracious lovemaking, he withdrew his shaft from her mouth and changed position to rest astraddle her belly. He gazed deeply into her glistening eyes, and bent forward to probe her mouth with his heated tongue, still coated with the syrup of her love channel. Together they mixed the effluents of their throbbing organs, swallowing deeply to bond their bodies.

Philip raised his head and shifted positions again to place his swollen staff between her lovely breasts, topped by her turgid nipples and rising and falling in cadence with her shallow breathing. He pushed her breasts from the sides to cradle his inflamed member, slowly moved it forwards and backwards as he tugged gently on her electrified nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. His eyes began to roll upwards and he increased the cadence of his pumping. Lacee watched as his pendant spheres contracted, quickly grasping his spurting javelin and directing his torrent of cream into her mouth. She licked her lips and rubbed what she had misdirected into her glowing breasts. Philip slumped forward briefly as if returning from a trance. Once recovered, he leaned over to kiss Lacee and murmured that he was going to return the favor. He rose to his feet and she licked her lips again at the sight of his quivering appendage, still ramrod straight and apparently ready for continued action.

Lacee knew that Philip loved the sight of her taut buttocks, and she quickly rolled to her stomach to present him with a full view of her sable pelt and blushing labia. By now her clitoris was engorged and she ground it against the blanket to relieve her tension. He rolled her aside to position himself under her, his face snugly resting against her puffed labia. With his tongue and teeth he gently nibbled and teased her inner lips, savoring the bouquet of her velvet tunnel. His hardened tongue probed deeper and deeper as he used it to massage her vagina, making sure to stroke and suckle her clitoris in the process. With his new found stamina, Philip continued nuzzling and exploring Lacee's fragrant furnace for at least half an hour. She had continued to grind her love nest into his face and by now she was moaning loudly. She turned to him and urgently asked him to fill her with his love column. Ever since their first time together she had praised the fullness of his ten-inch penis, claiming that with it in her she felt life she had a tree trunk stuffed into her belly.

She pulled herself to her knees and turned to face him, her eyes glazed and almost closed. As Philip grasped his upraised staff, he watched in awe as her burnished nether lips drooled pungent ambrosia onto his probing lance. Lacee slowly lowered her dripping fissure to envelop his loaded cannon, and she began rocking backwards and forewords to ride his massive member. She rose upwards to expose as much of his ten inches as she could, fluttering her fingers across his globes as she did. Just as he was about to pop free, she plunged her bronzed buttocks downwards to envelop his distended rod with her grasping crevice. They kept this up for fifteen minutes, during which time Lacee twice reached the summit of pleasure, screaming loudly and falling forward onto his chest. Philip knew that he was rapidly approaching orgasm, her flaming oven having cooked his loaf to the point of no return. Lacee seemed to sense this and doubled her movement, riding his pole like a piston. Together they stiffened, screaming and groaning like two mating cats. His pulsating shaft erupted with a cascade of creamy lava, which was joined by the flood of perfumed mead from her velvet cove. When they stopped pumping and heaving, Lacee shifted to position her dripping muff over Philip's mouth, at the same time milking his remaining load with her mouth like it was sacramental wine. For the next half hour they gradually came back to earth, he breathing deeply of the fragrance of her drenched pelt, and she caressing and licking his gradually subsiding column. Finally they drifted off to sleep, enveloped in each other's animal fragrance, and completely exhausted by the primeval coupling that was unlike anything either had experienced.