Chapter 40
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Sam swung her leg over Brutu's hips. Slowly, she settled on his lap and made herself comfortable. "Well, I've read that men and women who make pacts with each other seal him by physical union."
Brutus put his hands on Sam's hips and pressed her harder against his loins. "Yes, that must have been a common practice during the Stone Age to strengthen the feeling of togetherness - sex as a team finding, so to speak."
Sam let her pelvis slide in small movements from right to left. "Say, do not you want to take off your rubber truncheon?" she quipped.
"Lame spell, Goldhead." To stay with the cliché, my answer would have to be - that's not a gag, it's the pleasure of seeing you - is that your secret weapon? "Niveaulic Conversation? A real mood-killer, if you ask me." he quarreled back.
Sam put his index finger to his lips in mock thoughtfulness. "Let's see if I can think of something better to get you in the mood ..."
With flying fingers, Sam opened the buttons of her prison jacket and threw her to the ground. Against the white fabric of her undershirt distinguished her steeply erect nipples clearly. Brutus jerked his thumb over it and Sam shot hot waves through the body that seemed to explode between her legs. She fumbled with his belt buckle until Brutus put his hands on her fingers.
"Gently, gently, Goldhead." He half rose with the seated Sam on his hips and laid her down gently on the couch. He pushed up her undershirt and gently slid his tongue over her hard nipples. When he started sucking on them, Sam wanted to call him "more, more, ...", but she kept back convulsively and pressed herself against his lips with his back bent.
Again and again he pulled away from her and Sam felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. "Slowly Goldhead, you're not fast food for me, more like a five-course meal."
"Then you should not miss the taste of the entire buffet." Sam replied in a harsh voice.
Entnervend slowly he undressed Sam. His lips returned to her breasts and slowly slid deeper. As his tongue circled her navel, Sam felt a yearning, almost painful tug between her legs.
He raised his head, Sam looked down at himself. Their eyes met. "I want to taste you."
Sam leaned her head back on the cool leather and could barely a "... will be time ...". She closed her eyes with pleasure and gave herself completely to the sliding of his tongue.
When Sam was about to lose control, she put her hands against his shoulders. "Wait," she gasped.
Brutus looked at her. She smelled the delicate musk odor that seemed to flow from all her pores. Brutus straightened slowly. Sam quickly grabbed him by the top of his shirt and pulled him down.
In wild passion she pushed her tongue between his lips and pressed against him. Under her lips she felt his self-assured grin. 'Well wait,' she thought, 'let's see who laughs last.'
Sam jerked his shirt off with a jerk. The buttons jumped wildly on all sides.
"Hey," Brutus protested.
"Colateral damage - happens." she murmured, concentrating on the belt buckle.
Infected by their greed, Brutus was also in a hurry. He wiped her greasy fingers aside and was naked in seconds and above her.
Sam's hands stroked his chest and upper arms. God, this man was a living fitness ad. Impatient, she brushed the shredded shirt from his shoulders.
"I'm curious if the rest of you are so well built." Gently, she pulled her teeth with his lower lip. Brutus slowly descended to her, penetrating her quickly.
Sam took his breath away. Few seconds, they remained motionless and felt the pulsing desire of the other. He moved with long, gentle thrusts in her. Sam adapted to his rhythm and their bodies merged in perfect harmony.
As Sam's breath got faster and faster, Brutus changed the pace and his bumps got harder and faster. Sam felt him put his arm under her knee and penetrate her even deeper.
Sam completely lost her temper. Her nails dug ecstatically into his muscles and she threw her head back and forth. With ever harder thrusts, he drove Sam to a huge orgasm. Brutus loosened his arm under Sam's knee and held her wildly flailing head with gentle pressure. "Look at me," he gasped to her.
Again he changed the rhythm. Slowly he moved in and out of her. They looked deep into each other's eyes as Sam yelled "YES !!" announced her orgasm and Brutus exploded into her.
With pumping breath, they slowly came to rest. Sam enjoyed the calming weight of his body.
"Wow .." Sam puffed out exhausted.
"I could not have expressed that better either". Indistinctly, Brutus mumbled these words to Sam's neck.
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Sam swung her leg over Brutu's hips. Slowly, she settled on his lap and made herself comfortable. "Well, I've read that men and women who make pacts with each other seal him by physical union."
Brutus put his hands on Sam's hips and pressed her harder against his loins. "Yes, that must have been a common practice during the Stone Age to strengthen the feeling of togetherness - sex as a team finding, so to speak."
Sam let her pelvis slide in small movements from right to left. "Say, do not you want to take off your rubber truncheon?" she quipped.
"Lame spell, Goldhead." To stay with the cliché, my answer would have to be - that's not a gag, it's the pleasure of seeing you - is that your secret weapon? "Niveaulic Conversation? A real mood-killer, if you ask me." he quarreled back.
Sam put his index finger to his lips in mock thoughtfulness. "Let's see if I can think of something better to get you in the mood ..."
With flying fingers, Sam opened the buttons of her prison jacket and threw her to the ground. Against the white fabric of her undershirt distinguished her steeply erect nipples clearly. Brutus jerked his thumb over it and Sam shot hot waves through the body that seemed to explode between her legs. She fumbled with his belt buckle until Brutus put his hands on her fingers.
"Gently, gently, Goldhead." He half rose with the seated Sam on his hips and laid her down gently on the couch. He pushed up her undershirt and gently slid his tongue over her hard nipples. When he started sucking on them, Sam wanted to call him "more, more, ...", but she kept back convulsively and pressed herself against his lips with his back bent.
Again and again he pulled away from her and Sam felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. "Slowly Goldhead, you're not fast food for me, more like a five-course meal."
"Then you should not miss the taste of the entire buffet." Sam replied in a harsh voice.
Entnervend slowly he undressed Sam. His lips returned to her breasts and slowly slid deeper. As his tongue circled her navel, Sam felt a yearning, almost painful tug between her legs.
He raised his head, Sam looked down at himself. Their eyes met. "I want to taste you."
Sam leaned her head back on the cool leather and could barely a "... will be time ...". She closed her eyes with pleasure and gave herself completely to the sliding of his tongue.
When Sam was about to lose control, she put her hands against his shoulders. "Wait," she gasped.
Brutus looked at her. She smelled the delicate musk odor that seemed to flow from all her pores. Brutus straightened slowly. Sam quickly grabbed him by the top of his shirt and pulled him down.
In wild passion she pushed her tongue between his lips and pressed against him. Under her lips she felt his self-assured grin. 'Well wait,' she thought, 'let's see who laughs last.'
Sam jerked his shirt off with a jerk. The buttons jumped wildly on all sides.
"Hey," Brutus protested.
"Colateral damage - happens." she murmured, concentrating on the belt buckle.
Infected by their greed, Brutus was also in a hurry. He wiped her greasy fingers aside and was naked in seconds and above her.
Sam's hands stroked his chest and upper arms. God, this man was a living fitness ad. Impatient, she brushed the shredded shirt from his shoulders.
"I'm curious if the rest of you are so well built." Gently, she pulled her teeth with his lower lip. Brutus slowly descended to her, penetrating her quickly.
Sam took his breath away. Few seconds, they remained motionless and felt the pulsing desire of the other. He moved with long, gentle thrusts in her. Sam adapted to his rhythm and their bodies merged in perfect harmony.
As Sam's breath got faster and faster, Brutus changed the pace and his bumps got harder and faster. Sam felt him put his arm under her knee and penetrate her even deeper.
Sam completely lost her temper. Her nails dug ecstatically into his muscles and she threw her head back and forth. With ever harder thrusts, he drove Sam to a huge orgasm. Brutus loosened his arm under Sam's knee and held her wildly flailing head with gentle pressure. "Look at me," he gasped to her.
Again he changed the rhythm. Slowly he moved in and out of her. They looked deep into each other's eyes as Sam yelled "YES !!" announced her orgasm and Brutus exploded into her.
With pumping breath, they slowly came to rest. Sam enjoyed the calming weight of his body.
"Wow .." Sam puffed out exhausted.
"I could not have expressed that better either". Indistinctly, Brutus mumbled these words to Sam's neck.
Sam swung her leg over Brutu's hips. Slowly, she settled on his lap and made herself comfortable. "Well, I've read that men and women who make pacts with each other seal him by physical union."Brutus put his hands on Sam's hips and pressed her harder against his loins. "Yes, that must have been a common practice during the Stone Age to strengthen the feeling of togetherness - sex as a team finding, so to speak."Sam let her pelvis slide in small movements from right to left. "Say, do not you want to take off your rubber truncheon?" she quipped."Lame spell, Goldhead." To stay with the clich, my answer would have to be - that's not a gag, it's the pleasure of seeing you - is that your secret weapon? "Niveaulic Conversation? A real mood-killer, if you ask me." he quarreled back.Sam put his index finger to his lips in mock thoughtfulness. "Let's see if I can think of something better to get you in the mood ..."With flying fingers, Sam opened the buttons of her prison jacket and threw her to the ground. Against the white fabric of her undershirt distinguished her steeply erect nipples clearly. Brutus jerked his thumb over it and Sam shot hot waves through the body that seemed to explode between her legs. She fumbled with his belt buckle until Brutus put his hands on her fingers."Gently, gently, Goldhead." He half rose with the seated Sam on his hips and laid her down gently on the couch. He pushed up her undershirt and gently slid his tongue over her hard nipples. When he started sucking on them, Sam wanted to call him "more, more, ...", but she kept back convulsively and pressed herself against his lips with his back bent.Again and again he pulled away from her and Sam felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. "Slowly Goldhead, you're not fast food for me, more like a five-course meal.""Then you should not miss the taste of the entire buffet." Sam replied in a harsh voice.Entnervend slowly he undressed Sam. His lips returned to her breasts and slowly slid deeper. As his tongue circled her navel, Sam felt a yearning, almost painful tug between her legs.He raised his head, Sam looked down at himself. Their eyes met. "I want to taste you."Sam leaned her head back on the cool leather and could barely a "... will be time ...". She closed her eyes with pleasure and gave herself completely to the sliding of his tongue.When Sam was about to lose control, she put her hands against his shoulders. "Wait," she gasped.Brutus looked at her. She smelled the delicate musk odor that seemed to flow from all her pores. Brutus straightened slowly. Sam quickly grabbed him by the top of his shirt and pulled him down.In wild passion she pushed her tongue between his lips and pressed against him. Under her lips she felt his self-assured grin. 'Well wait,' she thought, 'let's see who laughs last.'Sam jerked his shirt off with a jerk. The buttons jumped wildly on all sides."Hey," Brutus protested."Colateral damage - happens." she murmured, concentrating on the belt buckle.Infected by their greed, Brutus was also in a hurry. He wiped her greasy fingers aside and was naked in seconds and above her.Sam's hands stroked his chest and upper arms. God, this man was a living fitness ad. Impatient, she brushed the shredded shirt from his shoulders."I'm curious if the rest of you are so well built." Gently, she pulled her teeth with his lower lip. Brutus slowly descended to her, penetrating her quickly.Sam took his breath away. Few seconds, they remained motionless and felt the pulsing desire of the other. He moved with long, gentle thrusts in her. Sam adapted to his rhythm and their bodies merged in perfect harmony.As Sam's breath got faster and faster, Brutus changed the pace and his bumps got harder and faster. Sam felt him put his arm under her knee and penetrate her even deeper.Sam completely lost her temper. Her nails dug ecstatically into his muscles and she threw her head back and forth. With ever harder thrusts, he drove Sam to a huge orgasm. Brutus loosened his arm under Sam's knee and held her wildly flailing head with gentle pressure. "Look at me," he gasped to her.Again he changed the rhythm. Slowly he moved in and out of her. They looked deep into each other's eyes as Sam yelled "YES !!" announced her orgasm and Brutus exploded into her.With pumping breath, they slowly came to rest. Sam enjoyed the calming weight of his body."Wow .." Sam puffed out exhausted."I could not have expressed that better either". Indistinctly, Brutus mumbled these words to Sam's neck.
