Lucy led Tom toward a pantry out of the fray. She was flirting shamelessly, but still quite sure she was in control. As they entered the pantry, Tom's eyes sharpened, and he lost the mask of hapless innocent in one sparkling instant. Lucy was suddenly and abruptly aware that she had miscalculated. She was not the hunter. And as prey she had been clearly marked, her pursuer crafty and determined.
Her breath caught in her throat, her blood draining away, leaving her dizzy. Tom smiled. He leaned in, capturing her wrists in one large hand as he kissed her. His lips were strong, and soft; his tongue meeting hers electric. Her dizziness melted into a swoon. She surrendered into his heat, feeling herself pulled tight against him. He pressed his cock into her hip, and pinned her against the wall with his body.
Lucy slipped her hand under his shirt. His belly trembled and his breath caught as her fingers moved lower, grazing his cock: silky, hot and hard.
He raised her arms above her head, exposing her, opening her, restraining her. He pressed her hard against the wall, and then deftly flipped her, pressing his cock against her ass. "Keep your hands on the wall," he instructed, his voice a low growl. His hand cupped her ass, and then pulled away her panties with one swift strong motion. Lucy could feel her excitement dripping down her inner thigh, and blushed with embarrassment when Tom remarked upon her "readiness". She moaned as his finger glanced over her clit, swollen and crying for attention. His fingers entered her hungry cunt with force. Tom laughed with delight, and continued to fuck her with his hand, murmuring his appreciation of her charms. He lowered himself to his knees, kissing her ass, his head disappearing under her skirt. His mouth found her cunt. He lapped her, and probed her with his tongue, then dragged his lightly bearded chin across her clit, driving shivers up her spine.
Lucy glanced over her shoulder, happy to spy Ned in the shadow of the doorway. She grinned, knowing that her eyes were hazy with lust. Ned's were intent, drinking in the scene before him. Lucy rocked over Tom's face, her lips parted, her hands splayed against the wall. Meeting Ned's gaze, she came, knees buckling. Tom held her ass in his hands, licking her still, making her squirm and claw at the wall. He flipped her around once again, kissing her deeply. "Ask me," he said.
"Please. Please fuck me," Lucy responded, feeling for all the world like a kitten mewling for milk.
Their eyes met, and she pulled his cock toward her, teasing the wet tip with her thumb. She watched his eyes lose focus, his breathing go shallow. She knew that she owned him in this moment. He pulled her thigh up from underneath, spreading her legs wide. He rocked forward, locking his eyes on hers, and plunged into her, deeper and deeper still. His cock filled her, riding her, rocking her, setting the pace and then changing it. Lucy braced herself against the wall, reveling in the intensity of Tom's passion, loving the moment when his control faltered. He plowed her relentlessly, loosing himself finally in an aching, paralyzing orgasm.
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Ned's ardor was only heightened by the scene he'd so recently witnessed. His purpose was renewed.
He headed back to the garden, finding Nina momentarily alone. She smiled at him sweetly. She liked him, and was pleased he'd come. They'd had a nice working relationship throughout the year and knew that their admiration for each other was mutual. Ned had restrained himself, but was ready to relent to his attraction; he'd pictured her lips en robing his cock many times. He yearned to hold her hair back in his fist so that he might enjoy a better view of her face as he fucked it.
"I'm afraid we have some unfinished business," Nina said innocently. Ned checked the smirk playing across his face, and followed her into the house. "I'm at your disposal," he said.
To his utter surprise she led him into an unoccupied bedroom. She winked. And came forward into his arms.
Ned squeezed Nina's ass, firm and meaty under his palm. He let his hands linger there, and ground himself against her. Her lips were plummy and soft, her breath sweet and laced with wine. He felt the frisson of excitement that a new lover gave him, and savored his anticipation. Then he kissed her hard. He ran his hands through her hair, taking pleasure in mussing it. His hands traveled down to her shoulders, then to the front of her dress. He unbuttoned it, releasing her breasts, full and heavy, and happily not confined in a bra. Her skin was smooth and yielding. She looked up at him, her dark eyes doe-like, and confessed her desire. Ned couldn't believe his luck.. he'd thought it would be harder, but Nina was on her knees before him, deftly unbuttoning his jeans.
He suddenly realized he hadn't seen Lucy in some time and knew that he would have failed if she failed to see them thus engaged. He was torn. Stop now to find Lucy and risk the moment passing, or continue where his heart and cock were leading and risk possibly "failing" the challenge. Nina's lips found his cock. He stayed. She sucked him expertly. Her tongue played over the intensely sensitive underside of the head, teasing him to a hardness he almost couldn't take. Almost. The pleasure was exquisite. Her enthusiasm was obvious; her eyes met his full of merriment and lust. He let her have him, allowing her to pull him toward his orgasm, stopping her as he neared the edge, pausing only a moment to gather his resolve, and then allowing her to continue, her rhythm perfect, building and building. He felt rushes from his belly to his knees, his cock a central nerve at fever pitch. He came in a toe- curling orgasm that caught his breath and made him shake. Nina held his cock in her mouth, swallowing him, holding him until his tremors subsided.
When he had recovered he pulled her up, and she was momentarily confused. He sat her down on a chair, and put the palm of his hand on her cunt, over her dress. Then he put it on her cunt under her dress, but over her panties. She giggled. Then he rubbed her clit through the filmy fabric. Her panties were soaked. He pulled them down, enjoying the way the elastic bit into her thighs. He knelt between her legs, and spread them wide, using both hands on her inner thighs, exposing her cunt in all its wet, pink glory. She was a peach: juicy, ripe and sweet. Her breath was ragged and a flush infused her skin. He licked her thoroughly, and fucked her with his fingers as he nibbled and sucked on her clit. She squealed as she came, and rewarded him with a flood of hot salty come of her own. He didn't release her from the attentions of his lips and tongue until he'd wrung the last spasms from her body and she slumped, spent and glowing, against the back of the chair.
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Walking out into the warm summer night, it is true that Ned and Lucy gloated just a little, sharing the satisfaction of a challenge met, new pleasures found, and a story added to the collection.
