Smut & Filth. Chapter two.

"Trunk Calling".

The radio continued to play its unfamiliar music, but with no ears to hear it.

She stood with her back against the trunk of the tree a few metres from the road amidst a crowd of similar trees and gazed up toward the canopy high above. Brilliant white clouds drifted lazily across the deep, bright blue canvas of the summer sky and a gentle breeze chilled the flesh of her exposed arms as she groaned and chewed her bottom lip.

Blindly, her fingers found his hair and she stroked his head as he knelt before her, her skirt bunched up around her hips and her panties pushed aside.

He ran his free hand up and down the calf of her left leg, the one leg that remained on the floor. The leg that trembled so much that it would have been unable to keep her upright were it not for the position of her other leg, hooked over his shoulder and allowing him to take her weight. The hand that wasn’t free to caress her leg was busily caressing her elsewhere, the thumb of that second hand probing gently between the soft, wet folds along which his warm tongue was lazily lapping. His lips found the swelling he sought and he sucked gently, his stiff tongue applying pressure from within his hot mouth as he did.

She felt his thumb press deeper into her and she gasped, her attention dragged away from the sky above and down, her eyes meeting his as he smiled up at her.

It was enough.

He moaned as he tasted her orgasm, opening wide his mouth and drawing in as much of her softness as he could. Her juices soaked his chin as he feasted hungrily on her. The hand that had recently so gently caressed her leg now reached around her, cupping her and pulling her harder against his face. Her whole body tensed as wave after wave of powerful sensation coursed through her every fibre. She shook violently and tried to push his head away, though this insincere and futile action served only to urge him on.

A finger slid smoothly into her, soon joined by another, and they flexed and curled deep inside as if beckoning her climax toward his mouth. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed and her body no longer under her control. She begged him to stop and prayed he would not. Not ever.

But he did.

His chest brushed her where his face had so recently been as he stood. It trailed up her body as he kissed his way upright, his hands pulling at her clothing and exposing her lily white flesh, flesh upon which he now rained a hundred tiny kisses, each of which seeming to be electrically charged and each bringing with it a tiny aftershock of pleasure.

She forced her hands between their bodies as his mouth, wet with her climax, found hers and they kissed deeply as her fingertips found his erection straining against his jeans. She squeezed him, feeling him there for the first time, and felt him throb. She rubbed his tip through the denim and felt the wetness the act of giving pleasure had provided him with and he moaned, panting as he broke off the kiss and placed his forehead against hers.

He moved back, only an inch or two, and undid his belt. She pushed him further and frantically unfastened the button and zip, gasping again as she watched his rapidly stiffening cock spring out.

“No underwear?” She smiled, “Nice touch”.

They laughed together as she began to stroke him there. He took her wrist and stopped her as he felt the familiar tightening and his own orgasm threatening to bring a climactic end to the pleasure he’d waited so long for.

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered, “it won’t be the last time.”

He groaned as once again her fingers began to work. She leaned back against the tree and drew him closer, taking one of his hands and placing it up inside her clothing where he began to massage her breasts and toy with her erect nipples.

“I, I, I’m close...” He stuttered as she kissed his throat and he felt the inevitable begin its approach.

She dropped to her knees, her soft lips brushing the tip of his now bone hard cock as she positioned herself before him. Finally, as he felt her breath fall upon him, he gave up all resistance.

She giggled as the first of his hot load hit her. She looked up at him, continuing to milk his orgasm, and licked her lips as their eyes met. This connection brought forth further urgency as he watched her face and saw his essence splash against her chin and throat. One hand on her shoulder and one bracing himself against the trunk of the tree it was his turn to gasp. Then, as she opened wide her cherry red lips and took his length deep into her mouth, swallowing every bit as hungrily as he himself had, he threw back his head and called her name to the clouds above.

Continue to chapter three.