Celia looked into the darkness to Patrick, still crouched like an animal ready to pounce, and the blinding hot anger was still in her. "There!" she screamed scathingly, her legs planted apart, hands on naked hips. "Isn't this what you wanted... what you all want... the only thing you want!" Her hands came up to cup her breasts to him in offering, and then she ran them down her smooth belly and down her wide standing thighs. "Well... here I am." Her arms were flung wide and her head was thrown back. "Just waiting for you!" A sob caught her, and it was as though she'd taken an arrow or a knife through the belly. She crumpled slowly down, sitting in the pool of her clothes with bent head, shaking in the infernal depth of loneliness and despair... a living statue to the hell within the heaven of the human spirit.
The frogs croaked questioningly, and Patrick moved then. He leaped up to gather her quaking, hopeless naked body in his arms. The feel of that naked girl in his arms, pressed to him so close, and the power of her as she'd stood there, tightened his throat feverishly to smother his pitying sympathy. Oh God, this was a night that would persist in his memory until he died.
Patrick was so moved by the little drama she had played that he was caught up in it too. "You're the dearest, sweetest, loveliest..." He kissed her deeply and fiercely, his hands moving over her silken curves like sensors, shoulders, back, arms, legs, breasts, belly, throat. She lay quiet and did not fight now in his arms. Celia let his hands stray wherever they would, and Patrick felt they could never feel enough of her smooth, warm nakedness. Her body still convulsed in little jerks with the easing sobs, but her nipples popped out eagerly in his hot palms to hard burning little poker tips of fire.
Celia could feel Patrick's laving hands and hungry mouth urging her helpless body back to life with expert ministrations. She could feel his hot hands warming her and coaxing her tired flesh. She let him do what he would. It could not matter what befell her body now, the hollow shell, the empty prison.
One hand around her back and the other hand cupping her fully firm mound of breast, his mouth sunk on her yielding one, Patrick awkwardly removed his shirt except for that one arm. Leaning, he pressed her down until she lay stretched on the table like a marble effigy in the moonlight. Quickly he shucked the rest of his clothes and lay down beside her. His huge upstanding jerking prick looked like a thick murderous weapon against her soft passive whiteness.
Catching his breath at her naked loveliness, he leaned on one elbow and looked his fill down the length of her incredible beauty. Everything was fashioned for his delight... the firm hills of her white and rose breasts, the sloping plain of her waist dipping to the shallow valley of her belly, the dense forest of her mons pubis, the long round ridges of her thighs that joined at the gates of heaven. He hardly knew where to start in his explorations. Whatever he had done he had done it right, for there she lay... the beautiful creature called Celia Brown... all his!
An insinuating tingle undulated up Celia's inner arm, the tender sensitive skin licked by Patrick's hot tongue from her elbow to her armpit. She shivered and her breath caught and held as that tongue continued around her armpit and down the little hollow and up the steep mountain of her breast to the summit of her nipple and the tongue and mouth claimed it for Patrick. "Ah-h-h-h-h-hhhhhhhh!" She felt the soft surrender come out her own mouth as his hand circled the base and his hot mouth sucked and worked at the peak. The tongue chased maddeningly around it and then over the aching sensitive tip, and all the while the lips were powerfully sucking.
Patrick felt a surge of power thrill through him, the power that was him, for he had brought her to this complete surrender. His cock was jerking wildly against her naked hip as his mouth ravished her breast and his hand held the soft flesh up to his hot starving mouth. Lungs were pumping ragged breaths through his nose and her breast was heaving under him, rising up to him.
Moving to the other neglected breast, Patrick insinuated his head onto her arm and it circled his head, pressing his face into the soft pillow of her rising breast, the nipple in his mouth. He lay sucking contentedly as though his belly were filling with the nourishment it needed. His hand fondled and caressed, feeling the soft contours of the other breast, the hip, the waist, the belly, and the long sleek thighs.
Celia gave herself to the racing streaks of lewd excitement that darted like quicksilver through her veins and nerves. She was being both drained and emptied... filled and surfeited by his ravishing hand and succubus mouth. Her arms and hands clutched his curly red head to her greedy breast that arched ever closer to the warm wet titillations of his bold aggressive tongue and lips. A poignant drawing in of her vaginal walls sent a yearning, wanting, pleading sensation pulling through her whole belly and abdomen.
Kneading and smoothing and squeezing the pliant flesh under his fingers, Patrick's hand scouted cautiously down her firm belly to the crisp pale brown forest growing densely on her mound of Venus. He inched ever downward until his fingertip touched her aperture at the upper end and found the soft velvety flesh damp and moist. A little further and it became wet with the dew of her love juice, slick and slippery and honeyed. His sliding finger stroked back and forth, tracing the whole narrow furrow that was preparing a way for his burgeoning rod, opening and greasing his way into the secret passage.
"Oh-h-hhhhhh... sweet... ohhhh... God," groaning, Patrick rolled half onto her yielding body and kissed over her throat and shoulders and breasts and down her ribs and belly, covering her body with saliva-wet warm-lipped kisses until he reached the little triangular curled mat of hair. He kissed that too, and the tender skin where thighs joined trunk. At last he lay between those beautiful trembling thighs and gazed at the folds of pink flesh, gleaming invitingly in the soft light. The lips were swollen and sopping, drenched and bathed in the lubrications that seeped from deep within the recess to spill a hot sticky mantle of fluid over her pussy.
Celia could feel his hot breath searing her privates, but she was still floating in the glow of his hands and kisses, encased in a globule of warmth like a drop of oil that floated on the surface of deep water. Nothing but the warmth and lassitude and delicious feeling of ease and yearning was important. Suddenly she felt a searing blazing poker-hot probe rake her vulva from bottom to top. She arched and screamed, her scorched flesh rising, "No-o-o-o-o-!" Oh dear God! What was he doing? The globule was broken, and a thousand sparkling droplets separated and became her jangling nerve ends.
Raising her head, Celia looked down to where Patrick lay between her opened thighs, his hands pressing her even wider to a split, and she saw his head dip and felt the flame lick along her slit again. God in heaven... he was licking her privates... licking her vulva... her pussy... her snatch! She thought she had sunk to the depths of degradation before when Web had brutally showed her the weakness of her own rutting body before that terrible mirror, when he'd taken her brutally and left her blood on the sheets, when she'd watched Rosemary sucking on Bullock's penis and Web had taken Celia again and she had ridden him like a slut... but this... this was depraved and sick and lewd and perverted! She knew that Lesbians did something terrible, but she had never questioned or asked what it was... not wanting to know what sexually sick people did to each other. Celia could not believe that Patrick could want to do what he was doing!
Celia was frozen in hypnotic fascination and horrified disbelief as she watched his head dip again to her splayed flesh... her own flesh that she had never seen so close in its entirety as he did now. A moan came out her throat as she felt his hard tongue dart inside her opening like a hummingbird stabbing its beak into a flower's center. Whimpering, she tried to edge away, but his hard hands clenched her buttocks, turning her even closer to his stabbing tongue that was sending electric shocks at regular intervals zigzagging through her whole body. "No-O-O-O-OOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, and arched her back, her head falling back to blot the perverted scene from her eyes... but the insane licking and plunging continued and she was trembling like that ravished blossom.
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p; "Mmm-mmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmm," she heard Patrick groan, his hot mouth now exploring her swollen, quivering slit in its entirety... licking, kissing, sucking, stabbing... until she felt herself a mass of reacting tissue that paid no heed to her feeble brain's horror. Her treacherous, traitorous, villainous body liked all the sick, insane, maddening, lewdly degrading, demoralizing, tantalizing things he was doing between her legs.
Patrick licked and kissed and tongued the whole pulsating pinkness of her hot swollen-lipped cunt that he held up to his voracious mouth, for his palms supported and held her mooned ass cheeks in his hands. His little finger traced down the crack between her rounded buttocks to the tiny crumpled bud of her asshole. Celia arched her whole dripping opening pussy to his rampaging tongue that sank into the milking, quivering, clenching meaty walls of her secret hollow. She was going out of her mind, and he'd hardly touched her quaking little clit yet! This was one hot nineteen-year-old almost virgin!
Licking along the hair-fringed lips, Patrick insolated the erect tiny pseudo-phallic clitoris with his tongue, and he thought she was going to flop completely off the table! "Ahhhhh-ggggghhhh!" she screamed, catching his head in her hands, grinding her pelvis up to his pillaging tongue, and throwing her thighs even wider.
Jesus! Just touching her shaking little clit did this to her! Patrick closed his lips around it and sucked the tiny organ hard into his wet mouth, savoring the hot rutting woman smell and taste of her dripping, excited, screamingly alive arousal. It was obvious her lover boy hadn't gone down on her and initiated her properly. The thought sent prickles of lascivious anticipation up Patrick's spine, and his cock jerked sympathetically. God! She was going to come right off the pad! With renewed enthusiasm he sucked even harder on her erect clit that throbbed in shivering convulsions. The cries that spilled from her throat had scared the frogs into silence.
"Ohhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhh... nooooo... oooooooo... pleasssssssseeeeeeee Goddddd!" Jolts of rapturous ecstasy were hurling through Celia's weakened body like lightning shafts through a night sky, and she thought the whole world must be igniting from the sheer celestial bliss that coursed through her. She heard screams and blubberings and wailings emit from her own lips, and her consciousness was slipping away into some black void. Without her knowledge, her hands pressed Patrick's face into her aching hole, for she could never be close enough to that ravaging mouth.
Sucking hard, Patrick's teeth began to set gently around her maddened clitoris, raking it and biting it. Celia was flipping and flopping and grinding his face into her soaking, milking, blazing suctioning cunt, her ass reaching higher and higher. He rocked his face and tongue in and out and began a frenzied fucking into her hot soaking fleshy depths.
Suddenly Celia's hands raked his skull, her fingernails leaving narrow furrows in the scalp. Her hips raised completely in mid-air and she screamed, "AAAAAAA-A-A-A-E-E-E-E-E-E-I-I-I-I!" Patrick continued his crazed tongue-fucking of her opened pussy, tasting her orgasmic juices pouring into his hot mouth like lazily erupting lava.
The insane, unearthly infinity of wild pleasure that filled Celia's loins was fusing the stars into planets, and new worlds were being born. Eruptions were occurring, and flowing molten energy from deep within her belly was running out in rivulets of rapturous, raving sensual pleasure that was an ecstasy which was bringing unbidden tears to her eyes and closing her screaming throat. There was no room for breath, and she would surely die.
Still clutching her convulsing clit in his mouth, Patrick scrambled around, bringing her thigh over his head. While she was still in the death that is life of her orgasm, he had to get his prick into the haven of her hot mouth or he couldn't stand it! He turned Celia's all but unconscious body quickly and guided her mouth down over his huge, bloated, long-suffering cock. He pushed Celia's unheeding mouth down till he thought he was going to shoot the whole load right then! The skinning sheath of her hot cavernous soft mouth over his ramming pole was almost too much!
Wearily he lay back and pulled her legs apart again and jabbed his tongue, hard and slick with her cum, deep into her palpitating pussy that was still screaming in a dying ecstasy. Patrick felt her choke on his thick thrusting shaft that was jerking for release and oozing mightily. He reached and shoved her head back down again over his naked needing cock. "Suck it for me. Tender... I'm going to make you cum again... cum with me... suck it."
At his lewd command, Celia roused enough to realize that her throat was crammed with a fleshy rod and that there was a strange sticky tangy taste in her mouth. She opened her eyes to see that the base of his great thick lusting penis was protruding from her own mouth... just as she'd seen Rosemary's mouth almost cover Bullock's enormous thing. There were red hairs almost touching her nose, and Patrick was raising his hips and stabbing her tonsils. Mewling sounds, muffled and unintelligible, came from her own still pulsating pussy! She was lying on top of his hard body, and his face was sunk again into her flesh, and she could feel the stiff tongue fucking into her still-dripping hole. Oh God! This nightmare of depravity would never end!
Celia's hips were grinding down of their own accord, and with one orgasm not quite gone she could feel the next beginning to raise and prepare for the race to even another enchantment. How could it be possible? Her churning belly proclaimed the dying spasms of one, and her insatiable hole was already trying to push close enough to Patrick's masterful tongue and mouth to seek another orgasm. Oh, there was no doubt now. She was a slut, a demented, depraved, raving slut!
Patrick lifted his hips to shove his raging, demanding, blood-gorged organ into Celia's lovely soft wet mouth and then let it slide partially out as his butt lowered. He fucked it in and out several times to give her the idea, while he fucked her dripping cunt with his own stiffened tongue. A splurge of delight roared through his taut nerves as he felt her mouth begin to take hold and suck on his throbbing, aching, needing prick. His balls clenched as he felt Celia's soft mouth tighten and suck inward on his pulsing, jerking penile member. Pulling his mouth away for a second from the hair-fringed lips of her pussy, he breathed urgently, "Suck it, baby... that's ittttt... suuuuuuuccccckkkkk... oh yesssss... suck it!"
Lips ovaling around the throbbing obscenity, Celia sucked it like a mammoth straw, drawing it hard between her teeth and lips, feeling the blood beating through its blue-veined length. Hearing Patrick's lusting harshly ragged words, she sucked the quaking length as far into her throat as possible, almost choking as it touched her tonsils and filled her mouth so completely. She could feel his face sunk deeply into her wet vulva again, and he made a slurping sound as he tongue-fucked her open furrow.
To her amazement the sticky liquid oozing from the head of his massive penis tasted strangely exciting, muskily male, and smelled a funny rank but aromatic and not unpleasant scent. Celia tasted the masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, and unreasoningly, wild tremors of delight went coursing through her.
Not knowing how it was done, Celia let her instincts guide her. They were reliable guides, having come from millions of forebears who indulged in the pagan rites of fellation and cunnilingus long before her. The ancient blood memory told her what to do.
She ravished her warm wet tongue upon the upstanding villainous instrument, brushing and grazing along its base and wide underside to the coroneal ridge, protruding from the thick foreskin, qushing and playing with it in lapping caressing strokes. Sliding her tongue back down its enormous thickened length, she licked the wrinkled sac that held Patrick's testicles in heavy weights. Celia could hear deep groans coming from his chest, muffled by her swaying, mashing slit that ground down on his working face and burned her whole pubic area with fiery lashes. Oh God! She didn't care! She didn't care that she was a slut engaged in the foulest of debaucheries. She wanted it never to stop. She, Celia Brown, wanted it!
Patrick could feel his swollen cock being ravished and washed and laved and licked and sucked, could feel it flow along the inner roof of Celia's strange mouth. He moaned an
d moaned from deep in his chest into her splayed cunt. He thrust his tongue with renewed excitement between the warm fleshy folds-heard her gasp around his nudging pole-begin to suck the head feverishly. Oh Christ! There was nothing in the world as mind-blowing as 69! He sucked and fucked into her, and she swayed and bucked around his face and drew his cock agonizingly deep into her sucking throat.
Her cunt flowered open even wider like petals peeling apart, and her secretions covered his mouth and chin while he sluiced her hole with his saliva. Patrick could feel her muscles hollow and then contract as he plunged ever deeper, burrowing into her dripping pussy with wicked slices of his tongue. Celia churned and writhed above him in an obscene desire-driven dance, her little rounded ass sashaying wildly. She was going to cum again with him!
Patrick could feel the bursting dam of his balls barely holding as Celia chewed and nibbled and licked and sucked on his gargantuan cock that sawed insanely in and out of her inexpert but fervent mouth. Oh, Jesus! He could feel the prickling tingling rising fermentations in his gut, and he rammed his butt up, driving the piston of his rod ever deeper into her laboring throat. Celia's soft thighs were clenching him viciously, and he could feel the wet flesh slip around his tongue as if the hair-lined vaginal lips were going to completely consume his tongue.
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