Page 3 of Among the Screaming Trees

I toe off my boots while she does the same, our mouths never parting. We crash onto the bed, a mélange of skewed clothing and hot, pulsing bodies. Buttons from the plaid shirt, dwarfing her after the mishap, arc through the air and land in places unknown on my floor. All I can think about is her… naked under me. The shirt gapes open, revealing a magnificent set of full, creamy tits I want to devour. A growl rises from deep within my chest as I latch onto the closest nipple and suck.

“Oh,” she mewls, her fingers fumbling with my belt buckle. She undoes it with deft fingers before popping the button and lowering the zipper. How much practice has she had? No, don’t think about that right now while she’s a panting, writhing mass under you. I release her hardened peak with a wet pop and shuck out of my jeans and boxer briefs while Pen hooks her fingers into my shirt and lifts it over my head. My cock, hard and weeping, points directly at her.

“Fuck,” she gasps, and I chuckle. She’s not the first to stare at my dick with eyes like twin moons. I’m a big guy—everywhere. My eyes meet her awed gaze, seeking permission, and she nods once before tugging her pillowy lip between teeth white and straight. She chews for a moment, twisting her mouth into a sexy pout as I divest her of her jeans and underwear, all the while admiring her pale, soft skin and sinful curves.

“Fuck,” I pant, my turn to be blown away by how beautiful she is.

Her legs are creamy perfection, thighs that beg to be palpated by greedy fingers, or bitten, before I devour her pussy. A trim strip of light brown hair centers her mound, and my mouth waters.

“Condom?” she queries, snapping me out of my stupor.

“Yes, condom,” I concur, reaching over her to the nightstand and tugging the top drawer open. Pen spies a strip of green foil packages and snaps one, then another, from the strip before closing the drawer with her elbow. Only twice? Shame. I know I’m way older than she is, but my stamina is never a problem.

She rips into the first packet, tearing it open and removing the latex.

“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire? I’m going to prepare you to take all of me.”

“Are you inferring I’m dainty?” she drawls.

“Not at all; you are perfection. I’m a big guy. Experience suggests I need to make sure you are dripping wet and nicely stretched for us both to enjoy this the way we need to.” It’s not some cocky, self-assuredness chest beating. This is a fact.

“Then quit the history lesson. Now get to work.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Pleasuring a woman is the greatest privilege she can bestow. One as beautiful and willing as the creamy-skinned goddess has my cock about to empty without impact. Prying her legs open, I crawl along the bed, inhaling her intoxicating scent as it wafts from her damp juncture. Mmm, Arabian jasmine and honey await, and I am fucking starving. Prying her open, I lick through her wet seam, my tongue discovering her needy flesh. What makes her whimper, what makes her moan, and what makes her arch off the bed with my name rushing from her parted lips.

I push two fingers deep inside, scissoring them to open her up. Pen’s hands sink into my hair, tugging gently before almost ripping it from my scalp. I lick and lave, pushing a third finger into her wet heat and dragging them in a “come hither” motion along her front wall. Pen’s clit engorges, the fleshy bud swollen and overcome with sensation. She bucks on a moan, pulling and tugging my face into the position she needs me most. My fingers are drenched in her juices; two more pumps and she shatters, a gush of fresh honey soaking my beard and wrist all the way to my elbow. Well, will you look at that? She’s a squirter. My tongue darts out to clean around my mouth, licking her sweet syrup from my index finger as she continues to tremble with aftershocks. That’s one.

“Holy shit, that was…” She blinks in time with her panted exhales. Sweat coats her skin, and I’m tempted to lick that, too. When she pulls my face to hers for another kiss, I go willingly. She tastes herself on me, and that’s so fucking sexy. For someone so much younger, I love that she’s not afraid to demand how her sexual desires are fulfilled. She’s not shy, nor unsure.

When her mouth falls open, I take the opportunity to thrust the digits from her pussy inside for her to suck. She obliges with long, slow ministrations, her eyes hooded with wanton lust. Fu-ck! This vixen could well be the death of me.

I reach for the foil packet, her eyes following my movement with rapt fascination. Pen’s gaze never wavers as I remove the latex and roll it over my weeping shaft.

“That is an impressive wand, Mr. Wizard. I hope you know how to wield it.”

“Have you doubted anything I’ve done to you?” I ask, coming to rest on my knees inside her splayed thighs.

“Only that you can’t hold your drink, and I ended up wearing most of it” she replies, deadpan. Oh, honey, if only you knew.

I line up with her entrance, using my thumbs to spread her further. While I understand I possess a big dick, it’s the intricacies of it that are important. I’m thick. Girthy, as one ex-lover described it. I want Pen to come at least once with my cock inside her, and for that to happen, she will be stretched full of me. I draw the line at pain, though. Take her right up to that line; absolutely, I will. Then she’ll tip over into satiation; not be split in two.

“Are you waiting for a written invitation?” she sasses. I’ve been taking my time, coating the covered crown in as much of her natural lube as I can.

“Would you prefer I didn’t prepare you, and your tight little hole couldn’t stretch around me?” I ask, and all teasing leaves her features.

“I’ve never had an issue bef—Oh, my God!”

I push the head inside her opening, her tight walls vicing me with a grip fierce and foreboding. Jesus Christ, she’s tiny!

“Are you⁠—”

“Fine, I’m fine. Push in.” Her impatience catches me off guard.

“Relax for me, baby,” I soothe, kissing up her neck from the swell of her breasts. Pen wraps her arms tighter around my neck, delicate fingers tipped with nails that scratch.

“That’s it,” I praise. “You’re doing so well. Just like that, let me in, sweetheart.”

Pen adjusts her hips, lifts her knees higher and wider, and I sink home. Fully seated in her dripping cunt, my cock pulses upon contact with her cervix. Holy shit.