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| kirks_wife | Oct 31 2010, 05:22 AM Post #1 |
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Justice Tour, Summer 89 On the dark tour bus Jason snored soundly. James’ eyes made out his friend’s silhouette on the bunk opposite, below them, Kirk’s body was curled into a tight sleeping ball. Lars’ arms pulled his chest tightly into Kirk’s back, and his knees spooned his friend’s body. James was quite sure all three of them were safely asleep. In his bunk bed opposite, James was sweaty under his only blanket. The summer night seemed to last forever. Even in the darkness it was still hot and humid. He attempted to slide the broken bus window open further hoping for more air, but it was jammed shut. Frustrated, he threw his blanket to the floor, and slumped back into his bed, annoyed and overheated. His hair was a tangled and sweaty mess, they’d not showered with girls after the show as normal. Instead, they’d been ushered straight to the bus for an overnight drive to the next gig. He was pissed off, he’d seen a hot blonde in the front circle he’d have loved to shower with. ‘I should’ve just taken her back to the bus myself’ he thought. His foot kicked the wall in afterthought. ‘Should’ve fucking....damn it’ he moaned to himself. The sweaty bus his only room for the night, and he was still suffering an urge to please himself. He turned his head once more to check on his bandmates. Lars’ hands were still comfortably smoothed around Kirk’s chest, and Jason’s sleeping face was turned away from him. He took it as sufficient privacy and reached with a satisfying urge inside his own cotton boxers. With no blanket to cover himself, his actions would be obvious and revealing if any of them woke. He was pleased to find himself sweaty to his own touch. The thought momentarily of the girl from the audience..in a sea of people she’d lifted her shirt to him. Her tits had been hot and round and he enjoyed the memory as he felt himself warm in his hand. His mind tested another scenario: their new wardrobe girl, Francesca. He loved her long blonde hair, her beautiful smooth round ass...just last week, he’d let her take all his clothes after the show. He’d stripped down to nothing and handed her his clothes offering her a view of himself, hard and excited. He wanted to tease her more than ever now he knew she was interested. He imagined fucking her, his hand pumped hard up and down his hard dick. In his mind, she was more fulfilling than any of the shower groupies. Her skin was a soft white, and he imagined her naked body fitting easily under his. He was now too hard and erect to stay within his shorts. He pulled his boxers down his legs and enjoyed himself freely. His dick stood hard on its own, he tested himself shaking the tip hard inside his palm. His mind was back to her: he imagined Francesca showering with him. Her long her wet and stuck to her back, her chest slippery and shining. He was frustratingly hard and he wanted her against the shower wall. Is his mind she accepted, even though he knew in their world she would not...He made her submissive in his mind, all his for the taking. He imagined her dropping to her knees for him, the thought of his dick inside her warm mouth bringing him an early burst. The bus turned, and Lars snored dangerously, close to waking. He turned his head quickly and shot a look of fear, hoping Lars had not woken. To his delight, he had not. He moaned quietly to himself, enjoying an energetic build up. His chest raced, his stomach rolling as he imagined her riding him, taking control of him... His hips spasmed and he projected warmly down his hand, he knew he was still seconds from bursting and he sunk back into his delicious thoughts once more. ‘James!’ she moaned for him in his mind, and the thought of her enjoying him took him over the edge. His head bucked back, his mouth open in shuddering joy, he pulled himself roughly towards his chest, enjoying his sweaty, wet rush with himself. He was sticky and warm across his own chest, and his chest slowed, his heart and his breath returning to their usual pace. Her body drove him crazy, he had to have her on the bus with him. He couldn’t keep himself from her anymore. |
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| HellAngel81 | Oct 31 2010, 08:50 AM Post #2 |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 1 2010, 02:01 AM Post #3 |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 1 2010, 09:05 AM Post #4 |
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Francesca entered the band’s dressing room after the show with a laundry basket and each of them threw their smelly clothes towards her. It was the least glamorous part of being a wardrobe assistant. She turned to James who was still fully clothed. He cast her a teasing grin on his face and his hands settled persuasively on his belt buckle. His eyes flicked cheekily to her. ‘I should make you undress me’ he teased. Lars sniggered from across the dressing room, and Fran ignored James’ teasing tone, accepting his shirt from his shoulders. He unzipped his jeans, keeping his eyes straight to hers, and slid the black denim down his legs, depositing them in the basket too. Without the modesty of a towel, he slipped his boxers down his legs, stripping naked for her once more. This time she expected it and looked away. ‘Thanks’ she said in an annoyed and slightly embarrassed tone. She was stern and slightly matter-of-fact about her job. She turned and left the dressing room without another look at James. ‘Come have a drink with us?’ he called hopefully after her. .... Francesca knocked carefully on the James’ hotel room door at 1am. She heard a group of loud, shouting voices and knew she had come to the right place. As usually, the party was in James’ room. His face was surprised when he opened the door, an empty bottle in his hands, and his long blonde hair messy and straggled down his bare chest. ‘Francesca!’ he said in surprise. ‘Come in!’ Inside, his room was a mess already. There were two separate beds in the room, he was sharing with Lars, who had four girls on his own the bed with him. James’ bed was home to an empty cardboard carton of beer, a portable stereo blaring out UFO, and a collection of tapes spread across his bed and onto the floor. Another 6 girls were crammed onto the balcony outside, smoking into the night air. It was a lot of people for such a small room. James made space for her to sit with him on his bed. ‘Thanks for coming’ he said, offering her the last beer they had. ‘Just in time!’ he joked. She took the beer from his hand and opened it easily with her palm. James was impressed. They stood talking awkwardly for a while, her eyes focusing on Lars in the background, enjoying two girls on their knees sharing the pleasure of his body. James was clearly going to be next if she hadn’t just arrived. She wasn’t enjoying the pretence of the situation. The only place to sit was James’ bed, and she was the only girl in the room who wasn’t naked and desperate. She finished her beer and thanked him, leaving hastily. He joined her standing in the hallway for a minute. ‘Please...I’m sorry....don’t go’ he began. She surveyed him carefully with a short smile. ‘Oh I should go, really’ she said kindly. She looked over James’ shoulder to see Lars eagerly climbing into bed with a group of naked girls. ‘I didn’t invite you here so we could...’he couldn’t even say the obvious. Fran looked hesitant. She didn’t want to go back into their room with Lars so obviously fucking a group of girls. ‘Come back to my room for a bit?’ she offered. James’ face lit up. Her room was quiet and tidy in comparison. Her bed was made and her things were lined carefully on the bedside table. They’d only been at the hotel for one night! She turned on the radio to ease the tension, and he held her in his arms, her head resting on her shoulder. ‘Sorry if I was rude to you earlier’ James apologized. He knew undressing in front of her every other night was not the best idea to persuade her to like him. His mouth inhaled and tasted the skin of her sweet neck. To his delight, she allowed him. His tongued searched her jaw and hoped to be allowed near her mouth. He kissed her face softly, and she opened her lips to him. She was soft and beautiful, willing and nurturing. His chest sighed a happy breath of relief. Finally, he was alone with her; his fear of rejection had been proven false. He wasn’t sure just how much of her he was allowed tonight. His hands curled around her waist, testing the bottom of her shirt finding bare skin. He didn’t want her to think she was just another cheap girl to him, but he wanted her so badly his hands shook nervously on her body. His mouth happily continued to kiss her eagerly while he planned his next move. His mouth broke to speak to her with a panting breath. ‘Francesca?’ he asked gently. ‘Can I take this off?’ he asked, his hands tugging at her blue t-shirt. It was a soft blue and almost transparent. James had been eyeing her curves underneath since she arrived. ‘Yeah!’ she breathed a happy response lifting her arms approvingly. He slid her shirt over her head and took in the sight of her beautiful round breasts set in a white bra. ‘Oh my God’ he whispered out loud. She smiled, knowing she had him under her control. His mouth dipped to kiss her soft breasts, he couldn’t help himself. She held his head in her hands approvingly. When he took a breath she broke free from him, taking his hand and leading him to her bed. His eyes widened in disbelief, he’d been sure she wouldn’t be up for anything tonight. He watched her naughty eyes smile at him in response as she lay, still in her jeans and bra on her bed, he was transfixed and unsure whether he was allowed to join her. He registered that he wanted to: his buckle felt suddenly heavy and tight around his waist. She patted the bed next to her. ‘James’ she whispered, and he lay willingly next to her, spooning her body. Her hair tangled in his face as he tried to kiss her again. His hands settled on her bare waist and he lay beside her, kissing her willingly once more. His hand smoothed the thigh of her jeans, letting her know he wanted her. Her hand joined his, guiding him to her stomach. His heart jumped a notch thinking she wanted his hand to explore her. His fingers teased the dome on her jeans, and wriggled under as far as they could feeling the fabric of her knickers. He wanted so much to unzip her jeans, but her hand on his held him still, stopping him from searching any further. He groaned a little in frustration; wriggling, his dick growing hard in his jeans from laying beside her. ‘You’re teasing me!’ he kissed, and she grinned. ‘Yes, I am’ she smiled wickedly. His hand tried her waistband again and she held it still once more. ‘You can stay, but you have to be good’ she explained. He was still fully clothed and desperate for her. He nodded, he would do whatever she said. She encouraged him to roll on top of her and he did, his strong arms arching over her. It was just how he imagined, she was slim and her skin was so smooth. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. His groin settled uncomfortably as he arched over her. Her hands guided his waist as he ground his hips gently between her open legs. ‘Oh my God darling’ he moaned into her mouth. His breath was racing fast and horny. Dry fucking her fully clothed was driving him crazy. She seemed to agree, and lifted his shirt over his head. She was surprised by just how strong and muscular he was up close. He somehow looked different to seeing him in the dressing room. ‘Can I at least take this off?’ he begged her, tugging at the elastic of her bra. She consented, leaning forward to slide it gently down her shoulders. He took in the sight of her beautiful round breasts, naked in front of him, his mouth going straight for her nipple. They lay back on the bed together once more as he enjoyed her soft chest. He rolled her nipple in his mouth until it was hard, and teased her kissing down her stomach to her navel, hoping she would give in and allow him in below her waist. Her hand did not unbutton herself for him, instead, he continued kissing downwards, his mouth kissing the warm denim between her legs. ‘James!’ she squealed happily in protest. ‘Not tonight!’ she reinforced. His face returned to her mouth sadly. ‘Alright’ he said. He understood and he was disappointed. He stood and opened the blankets and the two of them slid into the warm bed together, both still wearing their jeans. He would do anything to get her trust, if this was what she wanted tonight, then so be it. His arm settled kindly around her waist. ‘Goodnight then’ he kissed, and she smiled happily. |
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| HellAngel81 | Nov 1 2010, 09:22 AM Post #5 |
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"She turned and left the dressing room without another look at James." And the rest of this chapter was Go Fran, you have him totally under control!! Thanks for the update ....I love it !! |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 7 2010, 12:02 PM Post #6 |
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In the morning when they woke, James found that she had wriggled out of her jeans overnight. He was sweating and hot having slept in his. Her long blonde hair was loose across the pillow, and body was now nude for all but a pair of tiny white knickers. His hand smoothed her bare stomach under the sheets. ‘Good morning’ he kissed softly. She noted the taste of beer this heavy on his breath. His urge to roll onto her body was uncontrollable. She allowed him, feeling his bulging erection through the tight denim of his jeans. He pressed his groin against her and registered the soft smile on her face. He cast his eyes to the sight of her beautiful bare chest, reminding him of their evening the night before. She’s teased him wickedly, letting him slide his hand only a little way into her tightly domed jeans, but refused him from exploring any further. He kissed at her chest once more, his face smoothing her curves. He inhaled deeply and smiled a happy morning groan. Rolling off her to face her, his fingers looped hopefully around the thin white band of her g-string, hoping to tug them willingly down her smooth legs. ‘Please can I take these off, baby?’ he asked. He was achingly hard in his tight black jeans. She shook her head, knowing her refusal would kill him. His face begged her even more. ‘Please?” he kissed at her throat eagerly, but once more, she shook her head with a smile. Instead, she permitted him to rub her wet through the fabric of her knickers. When her breathing changed to soft gasps, he thought he had her. He rolled back on top of her, and once more, made his painful erection known. She seemed content to kiss, so he accepted her warm and horny mouth. No girl had ever resisted him before like this. Perhaps she didn’t like him after all, he thought. ‘Francesca don’t you want me?’ he asked before he could think. She smiled, amused by his naive suggestion. ‘Oh James, I like you very much’ she reassured him with a warm kiss. Lars teased him wholeheartedly when he returned to their hotel room. His group of girls had already left when James returned. ‘How was she?’ Lars asked expectantly in a vulgar tone. James avoided his question, and sat on his undisturbed bed in a huff, pulling his socks on roughly. Lars noticed James was still wearing the same jeans from yesterday, he didn’t look like he’d changed. ‘You didn’t fuck her?!’ Lars grinned. James scowled darkly. ‘I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk about it!’ he growled, and Lars sniggered audibly. |
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| HellAngel81 | Nov 7 2010, 12:09 PM Post #7 |
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James being tortured by Fran is hilarious!!! Bad luck James, huh? Great update!! Thanks sweetie
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| kirks_wife | Nov 9 2010, 01:22 PM Post #8 |
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Francesca knocked carefully on the band’s dressing room door after the show offering them each a thick white towel. The room was a mess with their sweaty clothes, and she collected them all as usual into the laundry basket. Lars, Kirk and Jason took their towels first and headed to the showers. Already, Gio’s collection of girls were ready and waiting for them. James’ mind had been thinking of them, he could hear the hot water running onto the concrete floor in the shower room adjacent. Francesca had paused to wait with James as the others left the room. He dropped his jeans silently into her waiting arms. She held James’ towel to his chest with a pause. ‘Shower with me?’ his voice begged, although he didn’t want her to think he was. He looked towards a private shower cubicle away from the communal shower. ‘Okay’ she grinned, and his mouth panted energetically. He led her quietly to the shower, and the two of them stood close in the small shower cubicle. He was already nude with just her towel around his waist. He hung his towel over the shower door showing her his naked body. She’d seen him naked before, but not naked for her, and not hard and excited. James eyed her with a grin, watching her lift her white t-shirt over her shoulders, and her long hair catch and then fall to her chest. He held his breath and she unhooked her bra loose, and her soft breasts were full and round for him. His mouth made straight for hers, and his hands smoothed her round chest. He panted into her mouth, and she accepted him back with excitement. He wanted to loosen her jeans, but knew she was in charge. She unzipped herself slowly, hips lips still connected to hers, and she stood out of her jeans onto the concrete floor. James’ shaking hands, finally knowing the pleasure of her nudity, smoothed her knickers down her hips, and she stood naked with him. He took in the delight of her curvaceous form, sliding his hands gently around her waist, she followed him eagerly into the shower. James twisted both taps and the water ran hard down the tiled wall. He backed her up against the wall quickly; his mind switching into overdrive as the water wet both their bodies. She moaned desperately for him as they kissed fast and urgently. His hand took her slim fingers to his aching groin, begging her to help him swell with pleasure. She tugged him willingly in her palm, and his hips rocked to the sensation. ‘Will you suck me off?’ he asked with a dirty scratch to his voice. She hesitated, but dropped to her knees. On the shower floor, she saw the dirt and realised the lingering smell was from the urinal nearby. It sickened her to think the purpose of the backstage shower room was to lure girls in for a quick after-show fuck. She knew she didn’t want to be one of those girls, and she had to make it clear to him. Confounding her thoughts, Lars’ groans were audible from the larger shower next to them. ‘No, James I’m sorry’ she stood before she had pleasured him. His face turned blank in confusion. ‘What? What’s wrong? Did I say something?’ he asked frantically. His mind was racing, panicking to keep here there. He couldn’t lose her now! ‘I’m sorry’ she said, stepping from the shower. She took the only clean towel she had given him and left him standing, his hands open in confusion. ‘Francesca!’ he called after her in frustration, but she did not return. |
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| Torrid | Nov 9 2010, 02:24 PM Post #9 |
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Hell is Here.
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Ouch... epic blue balls! |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 10 2010, 02:07 AM Post #10 |
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Haha! Yep! That and the fact that no girl wants to have sex in a filthy backstage shower that smells like a urinal. |
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| HellAngel81 | Nov 11 2010, 08:26 AM Post #11 |
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Yeah, Fran is right...that isn´t the right place for their "first time"...urgh! Sorry James, but no women with self esteem would do that...no matter how hot you are! |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 12 2010, 10:49 AM Post #12 |
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Exactly!! |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 12 2010, 10:49 AM Post #13 |
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Francesca was sorry she had run out on him, but she’d not so much as spoken to him since, and now, four days later, she sat reading on their tour bus. James sat opposite, his hands heavy and distracted under the blanket, watching her pale face read, then glancing quickly away when her eyes left the page to check his expression. He wasn’t even sure she was reading. It was late at night and he wondered how she could read with such little light anyway. He stood and walked across the aisle of the moving bus to sit with her, and she looked up from her book. He noticed on closer inspection, that it wasn’t a book at all, but rather a hand-written diary. At first he didn’t say anything but looked hopefully into her blue eyes, willing her to speak first. She knew she owed him an explanation, and she set down her diary to face him. ‘I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, James’ she began. His heart sunk. His mind jumped to conclusions: she didn’t like him after all! His worst suspicions were right. His hand had been about to settle gently on her thigh to remind her of his intentions, but he thought better of it and held back. ‘I don’t wanna just have sex for the sake of it’ she said matter-of-factly. James’ face screwed up into confusion, it was clear he didn’t understand. ‘I didn’t mean to force you, I thought you wanted to?’ his said meekly. His voice wobbled and stopped short, clearing his throat loudly before he showed any more of his emotion. Fran knew he did that a lot when he was nervous. ‘That’s not what I mean...’ she began. James’ face dropped to her shoulder, wanting to kiss her mouth. He wasn’t explaining himself well, and he just wanted to show her what he meant. His lips took hers and he kissed her eagerly again for a few long seconds. She was soft and beautiful, and the fragrance of her skin was all he wanted, he wanted to devour her right there. ‘Please darling, you won’t be sorry’ he begged between breaths, kissing her eagerly again. This time his hand smoothed her thigh open under her skirt. His fingers teased her knickers and she jumped a little, surprised at his touch. For a second, a thought crossed his mind. She was afraid of his touch, and wanting to savour the moment. ‘Are you a virgin?’ he asked carefully, but as soon as he spoke he wished he hadn’t. ‘No!’ she squeaked, her voice rising about the silence of the travelling bus. The other occupants, all but the driver, were all asleep. ‘Sorry, sorry’ he apologised. His face returned to hers, to stroke her into submission. His fingers smoothed her crotch underneath her skirt. ‘I bet your pussy is beautiful and wet’ he kissed softly into her ear. She broke away from his touch and stood gruffly. ‘James, Goodnight’ she growled firmly. She pushed past him in annoyance, heading to bed at the back of the bus. James exhaled loudly in annoyance. He had tried to take it slowly, tried to turn her on, tried to tell her how he felt, that he was sorry, even though he didn’t understand why she’d run from the shower in the first place. He didn’t know what he’d done. He sat for half an hour up the front of the bus by himself thinking furiously before deciding to head to bed himself. Approaching his bunk, he saw her long blonde hair on his pillow. His bed was the most comfortable on the bus. The only place left to sleep was a thin mattress on the floor, and he didn’t fancy that. ‘Darling, you’re in my bed’ he whispered, not knowing if she was asleep. Her face was turned away from him. ‘I know’ she replied softly. She rolled over in bed to face him; a wide smile brimming across her face. She had clearly been waiting for him. She peeled back the blankets wordlessly and James climbed eagerly into bed with her. |
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| HellAngel81 | Nov 12 2010, 11:51 AM Post #14 |
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:lol: Sorry, but James is too funny. Men!! Can´t wait to read more... |
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| kirks_wife | Nov 12 2010, 02:50 PM Post #15 |
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He climbed eagerly over her body into his single bunk bed. There was hardly room for them both, and her mouth was warm and eager to taste his. He was pleased at her change of demeanor. Wordlessly, she lifted her shirt over her shoulders, and her chest was nude and round, full and soft for him once more. ‘Oh my God’ he whispered appreciatively into her neck, and she squirmed at his warm lips brushing her skin. He ground his hips eagerly against her and she smiled, receiving his suggestion warmly; her legs opened eagerly around his middle. He groaned appreciatively, hopeful that this time he was getting her approval. He broke from her mouth to check her face in the dark. ‘Yeah?’ he asked panting. He wanted to ask and be certain. In the dark, he could hardly see her face to read her expression. She took his face with both hands and kissed him back fast and breathless. ‘Please!’ she kissed, and his mouth wriggled eagerly down her body. He was electrified with excitement. Finally! His hands slid her knickers down her legs, and his mouth settled warmly on her thigh. He took it slowly, not wanting to scare her away, he knew she was sensitive to his touch, and that the pleasure of his tongue straight away may well be too much. Instead, he nuzzled at her inner thighs slowly, kissing and licking softly towards her, until her hands guided his head to her soft middle. She squirmed as his tongue parted her, but let out a joyous yelp as he tasted her warmly. Her thighs wriggled around his neck; she was unable to stay still as he pleasured her. She exhaled a soft scream and he returned to her mouth to stop her. ‘Shhh!’ he teased. The shadows of his sleeping bandmates opposite had stirred at her cries. ‘I’ve gotta get these off’ he whispered, struggling to remove his own tight jeans from under the blankets. Fran tugged at his middle and both their hands loosened the sweaty denim in a rush of nerves. He threw the jeans to the floor and returned his attention to her fast. He was fully aware of her beauty while she was nude. Her long hair flowed down her back and across the pillow, and her limbs were slender and toned. Her breasts were perfect, and her face was watching him eagerly. He wanted desperately to talk dirty to her, but didn’t know if she’d like it. She seemed so much more sensible and serious than the girls he usually slept with. He thought desperately for how not to upset her again. He tugged himself a little in his hand, wanting to ask her, but afraid to, since when he’d last asked for her mouth to harden him, she’d run from the scene. Fran understood, and smoothed his arm with her hand. She took his dick from his hand and continued from his gentle rubbing, watching his face drop happily open. He kissed her in approval, rolling onto her naked body, willing and ready for him. His hands bent her thighs up to her waist, and he settled carefully over her. She accepted his position and moaned eagerly, his dick was hard and slippery finding her between her folds. Once he entered her, he let go of her legs; his hands meeting the bed either side of her head. She cried out loudly, unable to stop herself. James pinned her with his strength, and her pleasure was more than she had expected. She dug her nails painfully into his back and he moved over her. Her screams had woken the sleeping cabin, but James didn’t stop, his hips pursued her even more frantically. Her legs curled around his waist, her body was helpless to his strong waves. His body slapped hers energetically, and she held on in enjoyment, her sweaty body sliding underneath his. Across the bus, Kirk turned loudly in bed and covered his head with his pillow. Jason pulled his blanket over his head to mask the sight of them, and Lars swore loudly in protest. James groaned deeply as he felt his climax build. He slowed to pump her hard and meaningfully. He wanted her to enjoy it too. He linked her arms around his neck, and lifted her body forward into his sitting lap. ‘Ride me’ he kissed into her mouth. He held her waist with his large hands as she settled on him. This time she moaned into his mouth, her long blonde hair trailing down her chest. He kissed at her nipples in front of him as she moved excitedly in his lap. His hands held her butt as she found herself near her peak. He moaned loudly, his body twitched and he knew he was close. ‘Baby, I’m gonna come’ he moaned and she kissed him happily in response. ‘Don’t stop’ he urged, her hips had given way to his statement. He held her tightly in his lap as his hips buckled for her. It was exactly what he had wanted, her beautiful body desperate and willing for him. He enjoyed his rush, his chest and hips writhing in a fast spasm inside her. He lay her on her back once more, prowling over her. She was panting hard, and her shaking hands reached for his face. He lay on top of her once more, entwined in her body, kissing for a while longer, enjoying the sensation of the rush. Finally, he lay next to her. He didn’t want to sleep, he only wanted to kiss her beautiful body all night. His fingers traced her stomach and he slept with his arms wrapped around her bare middle. |
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