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Randy and Baby (Uncle Dis and Enos)

Baby couldn't help but giggle, "I guess Mister Big Bad El Lobo's gonna need something else for that appetite," she teased, she should have felt frightened, or nervous or at least shy, but as she lay there, naked with her legs wide open and her cherry colored nipples shamelessly perked, looking up at him with her dark blue eyes full of want, she could only feel eager and alive.
 
This couldn't have pleased Randy more. "I think maybe I'll start with you," he said, ducking to kiss her. He started at her navel and worked his way down, pausing to rub the tip of his nose through that dark patch of hair, admiring the feel of it. Being a Schickelgruber, the only hair on his body was that atop his head, and even that was finer and fluffier than any human hair. The very concept of pubic hair amused and intrigued him, and it was especially a source of interest on Baby. It seemed so exotic, so human, and it highlighted the shape of her parts so perfectly. He kissed the space where his fingers had been and slid his tongue across it.
 
Baby let out a small cry, she wasn't ignorant, she'd realized what he was going to do before he'd done it but hearing or reading about something was never the same as experiencing it. As she let out a low moan of approval her hands moved down to run into his hair, stroking and grasping at the soft, fine strands.
 
He circled her with his tongue, reaching up to stroke her thigh as he worked to please her. He was in no hurry; he could draw things out for as long as either of them needed...
 
With every stroke of his tongue a pressure was building in her nether regions, she encouraged him with soft gasps and heated moans, lusty whispers in fluid, rolling Spanish praised his skill and his attentiveness, her hands in his hair, nails raking his scalp as she writhed under him. It was so much better than anything she'd fantasized about in her more indulgent moments.
 
Randy uttered a soft moan, himself. Something about that Spanish, the sound of her breath, the feel of her nails... He tossed aside his pants for the sake of comfort, without losing his pace for an instant.
 
It didn't take Baby long to reach her climax, her head tossing and her hands clenching his hair. "Dios..." she breathed going limp. If only she could look forward to all her future jobs being so enjoyable....
 
Randy kissed her again, making his way up bit by bit until his lips met once more with hers. "More where that come from, Little Red," he cooed.
 
Baby kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Can I touch you now El Lobo?" she asked, "I'd like to get better acquainted with you before we do too much,"
 
Baby sat up and reached out to touch him, aside from having a greenish color were a human would be red or pink he didn't look much different from a man. Her hand ran along his shaft, "Is it supposed to be...kinda slimy?" she asked moving her hand down the base.
 
"Yeah, that's normal for Schickelgrubers," said Randy as he placed his hand over hers to guide it.
 
Baby's hand slid easily over the appendage and when curiosity got the better of her she leaned forward to give the head a lick.
 
Her lips parted and closed over the tip, slowly she moved forward, the taste was not at all unappealing and feeling him so very hard and warm fascinated her.
 
"Nn, thass good," he urged; "keep goin'." He petted her hair, a smile playing on his lip as it tried to curl upward from behind his teeth. She was beautiful, alright, and he was going to take as many of her firsts as he could manage in this one visit. Randy had never been the modest type, so his level of comfort with her was hardly a surprise, but he did find it almost strange how strongly he wanted her. He'd met with plenty of first-timers in the past, and while it was always a thrill to show them something new and watch their shy exploration, the feeling had never been quite so strong. There was a desire to claim all of her, and he was beginning to consider that his previous "threat" to gobble her up might not have been so far-fetched.
 
Baby licked and tasted him, her hands on his thighs, rubbing their way up to his hips, around his backside and then back again, she couldn't believe how at ease she was, how, in spite of Randy's size she wasn't intimidated by him, she gave him a last lick for good measure and kissed her way up his abdomen, to his torso and finally his lips, wrapping her arms around him almost lovingly.
 
He held onto her, hips rocking gently against her in patient rhythm as he returned her kiss. "You ready?"
 
"Yes," she said, she lay back and spread herself for him, a clear invitation, "I want you.....Big Bad El Lobo,"
 
Randy slid his tongue across the points of his teeth, certain that nothing had ever before been so appealing to him. "Well, you have me, Little Red," he assured her as he positioned himself. He gave her a kiss, remembering to make a slow and careful entry. He was well aware of the size comparison; even with plenty of fluid to ease things along, it was a task that couldn't be rushed.
 
Baby lifted her hips to meet him, wincing at the initial entry. She held onto his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, it wasn't excruciating, but she could feel herself stretching and moulding around him.
 
Once in, he continued to take things slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel and work up a tension again. Something about the moment felt almost romantic, tender intimacy surrounded by shimmering glass and the sounds of the sea...
 
Baby hadn't been sure what to expect, but it hadn't been this, the pain was all but gone, and instead she felt strangely attuned to Randy, being with him like this, connected on such a deep physical level, it was more than just good, or pleasurable, it was right. Their hips moving in a slow steady rhythm, her arms around his neck. She moved her lips over his face and neck, her nails raked his back, the weight of him, the feel of him, the heat of him, it was perfect.
 
Randy felt similarly, which might have been frightening to him had he stopped to examine it beyond simply acknowledging how much he enjoyed being with her. Something buried beneath the surface of his thoughts was sure that she was made for him. They worked together and over time picked up speed, Randy panting compliments and encouragement all along the way.
 
Baby matched him, rocking her hips in sync with his, she threw back her head, her black hair spilling all around her as she arched and moaned her responses, her hands roamed the length of his spine, cupping his buttocks. Clutching and clawing up and down his back.
 
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