She didn’t leave him wanting for long, putting her lips back onto his now slick head. She progressed further down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth bit by bit. She paused when he was halfway in and looked up at him, hoping for an indication that he was enjoying the process. Cesar wore a look of relaxation, and his lips curled in a subtle smile.
“That feels wonderful,” he said when their eyes met. He loved the feeling. Her lips were warm around his shaft, and her spit coated most of his cock. He noticed her deep breaths blowing into his public hair as she breathed deeply, focused on fitting him into her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed crimson now as she worked her way down. Occasionally she would bob back up and fill her lungs, kissing his thighs and the base of his awaiting cock before plunging her lips back over it.
She had worked down scarcely an inch of his pulsing member remained outside her mouth. His tip sat at the beginning of her throat. She held his balls, fondling them slowly. Cesar watched her and felt worshipped, imagining himself as an old wooden idol. She had come to pay tribute to him at this altar of carnal pleasure.
Demetria was more prone to the fantastical. She held his weighty testes and thought of herself as a woodland sprite, coaxing him to arousal until he gave her the pleasure she desired, until she turned him into some beastly stud who would affirm the animal half of her heart, who would drive himself into her like the trees are driven upward towards the sun. Already she felt a unity with the lusty buzz of the forest.
She opened her throat for him and pushed down until there was no more of his cock to fit in her mouth. She could feel him start to writhe, eager for friction. She grabbed his thighs and raised her lips off him slowly. Cesar could hardly contain himself, his fists clenched as her mouth left him. She lowered her lips down to the hilt once more, holding herself there for a few eternal seconds, making him ache before she surfaced again. As she regained in breath, she watched him lying on the ground, appreciating the hunger she could see in his body, in the way he held his arm against the ground
He began to raise himself, excited to feel more of Demetria’s body. She stayed over him, putting more weight on his thighs to keep him in place.
“Wait,” she said. “Stay there. Given what she had just done to him, Cesar made no complaint. He watched as she lifted her knees from the ground, peeled off her stockings, and hiked up her dress. Her bush was darker than her raven locks, and he saw a glint in it of the light that filtered through the treetops. She crawled over him, licking and kissing his chest as she moved up. She straddled him with her knees just below his ribs. She leaned down and locked lips with him once more. She broke off their kiss and set herself back down on him.
His member, cooled from being wet with Demetria’s spit and exposed to open air, was now overcome with warmth as she laid her labia over it. It was clear that the task of taking him into her mouth had aroused her, as she coated him now with the juices of her other lips, already slick.
She wasted no time in getting into a rhythm as she ground against him. The tip of his cock pushed into her clitoris every time she slid back. He held her side firmly, helping her keep her balance as she increased the pressure against him. She moaned as he reached up and took hold of her right breast, rubbing her stiffened nipple in circles. She had heard before that shepherds have soft hands, and found it to be true, losing herself in the contrast between his grips softness and strength.
Cesar watched as Demetria rode. It was as though he was a mere extension of the earth, a tree full of ripe fruit from which she took her nourishment. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelids were bathed in sunlight. Her lips sat parted, letting out quiet grunts that increased in volume with each glide of her hips. The careful pace with which she had fellated him was gone, replaced by a quick and eager rhythm. Despite the tenderness of her flesh and warm comfort of her pussy, Cesar could feel her strength as she ground him. She felt truly alive, and he loved it. She brimmed with the energy of spring, her body and mind united in their pursuit of pleasure, in the act of coating him in the nectar of her desire.
His grip loosened as she slowed her pace. She leaned forward once more, this time dangling her tits over his face before he lifted his head to take one into his mouth. As he sucked and licked she felt him take a handful of her rear, his fingers extending across her now slick skin to the edge of her pussy. She bared down harder on him and held herself there, closing her eyes once more and savoring the sensation of him pressing against her.
She opened them when he let go and began pushing up on her. “It’s my turn to taste you,” he said. Demetria needed no more instruction. She rolled off of Cesar and onto the grass next to him, lying on her back as she watched him. He got onto his knees and grabbed her by the ankles. She gasped then giggled as he swung her legs towards him, pivoting her whole body and letting the blades of grass tickle her bare rear.
She had shown him her strength before, but now it was his turn, and he pulled her by the legs closer to him, opening them as he did. Demetria enjoyed his assertiveness. Cecile had gushed to her about it. She had walked the line between poetry and smut as she described how hot it made her when he positioned her with hungry hands. Experiencing it firsthand turned Demetria on even more than hearing the stories. Now she lay on her back, her arms, falling limply above her head as Cesar prepared to eat.
Her legs flinched the slightest bit when his stubbly cheeks brushed her inner thighs, but before she could react more, his mouth was on her. The pressure of his flat tongue against her pussy, already smeared with her juices made her call out. Hearing this indication of pleasure, Cesar wasted no time in repeating the motion, slurping as he sucked in air. The muscles in Demetria’s torso tightened. She was already close to the edge when he started, but the way his whole head moved in concert with his tongue put her right on the verge of orgasm.
He licked her one last time from bottom to top, his tongue broad, and his mustache slick with her fluid before he put his lips onto her clit. He kissed it once, sucking in hard before opening his mouth more fully over her pussy. Her whole slit was covered and warm as he traced the tip of his tongue between her inner lips, lingering at the top and stroking her clitoris. Demetria could take no more. Her arms flailed forward, she held his head and pushed his face against her as she came. Her juices covered his mouth as she convulsed. The grass on her skin felt like silk. She felt the softness of his hands on her hips, and the earth felt light beneath her, a feather bed nestled among the oaks that surrounded them.
Demetria’s mind drifted back to her surroundings The cool ground firm under her, and Cesar’s breath was warm between her legs. Though he had paused for a moment, he resumed his efforts, licking her voraciously, making the muscles in her legs tense up and her brow furrow. She wondered for a moment how she would stand after this, no less carry home what she’d bought at the market. These thoughts faded fast as she lost herself in the pleasure of flesh, in the sensation of Cesar’s tongue attacking her pussy.
Cesar was surprised how tickled he felt to see this woman before him in ecstasy. She was nearly a stranger, but the frankness with which she had approached him, had solicited his affection and made him eager to give her more than just a quick romp. She had come to him, genuine in her desire to witness his proclivity, and he had resolved not to disappoint.
Eventually Cesar relented in his licks and rose to his knees. He began to catch his breath. He watched Demetria on the ground in front of him, caressing her chest with her own tired arms as she recuperated air into her lungs. He was proud of the satisfied mess he had left her. Her dress was now scrunched down and covering little more than the band between her chest and her navel. Her breasts hung to either side of her chest, matching her legs which sat splayed apart, letting the breeze blow across her as her eyes drifted between the treetops. His arousal grow as he gazed at her, and he took his dick in his hand, stroking slowly as it swelled.
She glanced over and caught his stare. She smiled, and he smiled back. She watched him stroke himself and knew that he wasn’t done with her yet. As she began to imagine what he wanted to do, he asked her, “Are you ready to feel this in your pussy?” She nodded. He reached over and turned her onto her stomach. She planted her forearms and knees on the ground and lifted her ass into the air while he caressed the two lovely globes.