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Too soon Chris' climax was rushing near, and he had to hold it off.

He pulled his knees up and rested on her body, his arms going underneath her and pulling her down, closer to him, keeping them tightly joined.

All movement ceased; all intentional movement, anyway. Their hidden places continued to quiver together; he could feel her sex pulsating around him.

Her body was cool from the sweat that had built up, but her breasts felt wonderful against the muscles of his chest.

"Fuck, Steph..." he moaned, quietly. "I think you're gonna... kill me..."

His chest heaved against her body, their hearts both pounding wildly.
 
"Not if you don't kill me first." she replied quickly. Her breathing was growing fast. She could feel her orgasm approaching fast, but she tried to hold it off a little longer.

She pressed her body tightly to him, kissing him. She couldn't hold it off any longer. A wave of pleasure washed over her, her inner walls squeezed tightly on his cock. "Oh Chris!" he moaned so loudly it could've been mistaken for a scream. Her body shook with the intense pleasure. She pressed to him harder, her breasts smashing against him, feeling wonderful. She moaned against his lips, unable to move.
 
Her hands slid up the backs of his thighs, moving higher and higher as she took him deeper into her mouth. His moans spurred her on, and she let her tongue slide along him slowly. Her hands reached his ass, pulling him to her and squeezing softly. She glanced up at him, feeling his hands on her head, and she slowly began to pull her mouth along his shaft, her lips moving back and forth over his skin as she maintained a warm suction.
 
Chris couldn't believe she was cumming... the signs were impossible to ignore.

As her pussy contracted around him, squeezing him tightly, he began thrusting hard once again, the muscles in his hips screaming for relief, which only intensified his own sensations.

It was animalistic, his pounding into her, as the flow of seed seemed to start at his toes, demanding to be set free.
As if to stablize himself, Aaron's hands left her head and rested on the backs of his hips, digging into the soft flesh that covered his layers of tensed muscle. Soon their fingers brushed against each other.

His hips began thrusting -- it was impossible not to -- as she took him deeper and deeper, her tongue doing incredible magic on him.
 
Stephanie was still shaking, she pushed her hips to his, meeting his thrusts. She pussy still contracting around him. She ran her fingernails down his back lightly. She kissed him hard, swirling her tongue with his. "Come on baby, cum for me." she begged.
 
The taut muscles in Chris' abdomen crunched as if he were being slugged powerfully as the waves of his orgasm overtook his body, causing a stream of milky cum to rocket from his body into his lovers. His eyes clenched shut, his head pulling down toward his chest, causing his forehead to connect with Stephanie's as deep gutteral moans poured forth in a punctuated way.

Finally he was spent, totally depleted of energy as his body collasped on top of hers, great heaves of breath causing his chest to press aganst her full, sweaty breasts.

He was thoroughly unable to speak, mere grunts pressing into the pillow beneath their heads.

Spasmotic aftershocks shook the bodies of the two lovers as they lay embracing, still joined.
 
Her fingers brushed his, stroking them lovingly as she moved her lips along him. She felt him thrust and smiled inwardly, knowing that he was enjoying what she did for him. Her tongue ran along his shaft as she pulled her lips from him for the briefest of moments. Her lips when lower on his body kissing his thighs and then up to his warm balls. Soon she was sucking him again, a soft hum vibrating her lips as she took him deep into her mouth.
 
The sense of pleasure and his soon release was ready to sweep Aaron away; she was doing wonders for him... on him... creating warmth and sensations he'd never imagined before.

He felt the need to warn her as her mouth left his sac and returned to take his length fully... but his voice was a much higher pitch then he anticipated.

"I can't.... anymore..." And that was as much warning as she had. His hands found her cheeks, to beckon her up as soon as she would release him.
 
Jaycie smiled at him, watching him continue with her.

She trembled as he sucked on her, loving the feeling of his kisses trailing upon her skin.
Rylee didn't know why exactly they sat opposite sides of the table, they just did.

Glancing at the menu, she didn't put much thought into what she wanted. She slipped a hand through her blonde, curled hair.

Letting her eyes wander over the scene, before glancing over at Mark. Rylee looked over the scene once more, and smiled as she noticed the stage.

She then noticed the couple that were practically getting it on, and she rolled her eyes. 'Whore' she thought, as she smirked.

Rylee looked back over at Mark, and raised an eyebrow. Looking up as Flo came and asked them what they wanted. Her boobs, practically falling out of top. She raised her eyebrow, and threw her a glare.

"I'll have a Corona." Rylee said, giving her a fake smile.
 
Her lips slid from his shaft, and she slowly stood till she was eye level with him, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Was it that good, baby?" She leaned forward, kissing him deeply and passionately. She was acutely aware of the fact that he was standing there naked, while she was fully clothed.
 
"It -- you -- were amazing, Baby," he responded, fully satisfied by his huge release. He held her close, as naked as Adam, as their lips locked in a powerful kiss.

"Thank you, Baby... thank you..." He kissed her again. "A thousand times, thank you..."

And then he pulled back just slightly, looking deeply into her eyes.

"And now... what can I do... for you...? He was smiling broadly.
One little word kept racing through Andy's mind as he lifted his lips from her upper thigh, leaving a slight red mark.

"Torture."

Extending his tongue, his mouth moved to the left... her right... coming to her pubic area. He breathed in deeply, savoring her scent.

"Shall I continue?" he teased, as his tongue tickled her tender skin.
 
Her hand gently caressed his cheek, and she pressed close to him, comfortable in his embrace. "No need to thank me, love..." She kissed him again, her lips nipping at his lower lip. Her eyes seemed to glitter as she took his hand in hers and kissed it softly. "I'm sure you can think of something." She guided his hand down her body, under her skirt, and then pressed it to the warm dampness of her panties. It was clear that she'd become every aroused.
 
Jaycie smiled at him, as he left a red mark upon her skin.

Letting her eyes meet his, her eyes sparling as he spoke. All she could do was nod to him.

As his tongue teased her, she shivered. "Yes."
 
Mark noticed how tart Rylee was with the waitress and smiled. Truth was, he had hopes for this evening, and so he didn't want to diminish his... capacity. "I'll have ginger ale to start with." Flo gave him a glare, adjusting her boobs. She knew his tip would be lower if he didn't get drunk.

To the right side as you came in, there was a dance floor, with three couples scattered across it, in varying degrees of closeness.

"Wanna dance while we wait for 'Sunshine' to bring our drinks?" he asked, starting to scoot out of the booth. He extended his hand for hers; several sets of eyes were probbing her features.
"Hmmm, I like that," he said, approvingly, his voice back to its customary depth. His shaft was still hard, having shrunken only slightly. Touching her wetness reversed that process.

As he leaned to kiss her, his hand found its way underneath the elastic of her panties, and easily slipped just inside her opening, finding a silken wetness that made his fingertip very slippery.

As she shivered with pleasure, his tongue slipped between her lips.
 
Rylee smirked at him as he spoke, seeing the look on Flo's face was priceless, and she loved it.

She smirked at Flo as she walked to get their drinks. She let her eyes wander to the dance floor, and then wandering back to Mark.

She giggled as he spoke, and then took his hand in hers. "Let's go..." She said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of micheif and excitement.

Seeing the eyes upon her, only made her want to flaunt what she had more.
 
She gasped in delight as his hand slipped into her panties, touching her wet opening. Her tongue greeted his, and she pressed to him. A small moan accompanied her very pleasurable shivers, and she let her tongue play against his.
 
Stephanie kissed his face as he came. Filling her with his seed, it felt so good. She collapsed on the bed, her arms wrapped around his neck still. "Oh my god.. You're so good at that." she smiled at him.
 
No hands... no hands... was the refrain that kept running in Andy's head.

His face moved to the left, right over her mound. He smiled, gave it a soft kiss, then nuzzled her clit with his nose, instantly intoxicated by the scent of her wetness... so warm... so inviting... so sweet.

Up and down... up and down the tip of his nose went... seeking to drive her... crazy.
The couple reached the dance floor of The Ranch (if it could be called that), and the tune switched to some honky-tonk song neither of them had ever heard.

Mark leaned close and whispered, "And to think there is some decent country music, but we're not gonna hear it now."

As his hands went to her waist, he caught the eyes of two drunks, both in their twenties, who were leering at Rylee's ass.

He muttered, in one of those did-I-say-that-outloud moments, "Quit staring at my girlfriend..."

Realizing instantly what he had said, he was chagrined, and felt the need to apologize... but was too embarrassed.
Chris beamed with pride at her compliment. He was truly... proud of himself. Personal accomplishment meant everything to him, and he kissed her in appreciation.

"Well, Baby, it takes two to tango..." and then his voice dropped. "... and you fuckin' know how to tango."

Another kiss followed, every part of their bodies touching that possibly could be.
Aaron had never made a woman cum with just his fingers... but Alex had a way of carrying him to new adventures. And this was one he was eager to try.

Their kiss intensified, and a second finger, his middle, joined the index, slipping in just about an inch, or a little more. His hand were very strong, and he hoped that would help.

His manhood, at the same time, was back at full mast.
 
Jaycie smiled at him, and slowly rocked her hips with his nuzzling.

The fact that he wasn't using hands, was in fact a turn on for her.
Rylee followed him onto the dance floor, realizing the eyes wandering over her.

She slipped a hand through her hair, and smiled at Mark.

She giggled at his words, and rolled her eyes at him. "Shocker, I know..." She stated, her vocals playful.

She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, so she let her arms land lightly upon his shoulder.

She looked up at him as he spoke again, she let her eyes meet his. A huge smile on her face, as she giggled.

"Wow...already using the g word." She said, smiling at him. She rested her cast on his shoulder, her other hand moving to the base of his neck.
 
Chris' nose, wet with Jaycie's juices, left her clit... and was replaced by the tip of his tongue, which stroked... teased... flicked... and relished the wonderful, sweet taste.

The sides of his head pressed on her inner thighs as he played with her...

... before moving his tongue's attention down to her sensitive labia, his mouth going full of her luscious mound.
"Yeah... I did..." Mark admitted. But he held back from apologizing. He didn't want her thinking he had regrets; he wanted to think of her as his girlfriend... and thankfully she didn't seem offended.

He did intend to let every other man in the place who might be interested kno that this was his girl, and not available.

As they swayed to the music, his hands went to her waist... actually dipping just a bit below her waist, just about to the top of her ass. He pulled her close and their bodies touched. As he started to get aroused, he worked to block out the other patrons.

His face drew near to her ear. "It's nice... to feel you so close..." he admitted. He didn't mind her knowing how attracted he was to her.
 
Alex trembled slightly, her body sensitized to his every touch. "Aaron..." His name fell from her lips in a soft whisper as she tenderly kissed his cheek and then his lips. She felt a second finger enter, and she moaned, her hips moving ever so slightly against his hand.
 
Jaycie gasped slightly, as Alex played with her mound.

She spread her legs wider for him, allowing better access.
Rylee smiled at him, and then leaned into him more. Her body pressing into his.

Looking up at him as he spoke once more. She threw him a smile, and then stepped away from him slightly.

Grabbing a drink from one of the trays that was passing by.

She gulped it down quickly, and winked at him.
 
Jaycie's spread legs, now wider, were an open invitation for him to continue to pleasure her.

His tongue dove in, reaching into her wetness as far as it could reach, as his upper lip massaged her clit; the challenge not to use his hands would prove to be a frustrating, yet stretching one.

He quickly became attuned to her body, sensing changes in her breathing and movements.

Moans eminated from his lips, causing him to vibrate against her body.
Mark couldn't help but smile at his girl's impulsiveness. He wondered how long it would take before the intake of alcohol began to affect her... and what that effect would be.

Thatslow song wrapped up, and a faster one, still country, fired up. Mark was ready to step back to their table when a fellow, in his mid-thirties, it appeared, stepped forward, his hand extended. The man had a thick beard and definitely looked the part as a card-carrying, pickup-truck-with-a-shotgun in-the-rear-window cowboy.

Fact was, Rylee didn't "belong" to him, so Mark saw little choice but to step back and leave the choice to Rylee. If she said 'no thank you,' he'd be there to back her u.
Aaron bent his fingers, adjusting his stance so that the inside of his middle finger massaged her clitoris while his other two fingers toyed just inside her body.

If he judged right, depth was not the secret, but sensitivity and precision.

At the same time, he kissed her on her neck, moving up toward her ear.
 
Jaycie let out a soft moan as he continued on her.

Everything he was doing, felt so good.

The pleasure was immense.
Rylee gave him a smile, and then put the shot down on another tray as a waitress walked by.

She knew she could handle the alcohol, and she was also known to do some pretty crazy stuff.

Rylee looked over at Mark as he stepped back, and she was surprised slightly when a man appeared, offering her his hand.

She grabbed another shot, of who knows what, and then gulped it down quickly. Then she took his hand, taking him up on the offer.

She turned and smiled, and winked at Mark. Then she turned back to the man, and followed him onto the dance floor.
 
Alex moaned; her knees felt like they were turning to jello as she let her hands grip his shoulders gently. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her trembling body, and his actions were met with warm wetness growing between her legs. She arched her neck to his lips, feeling the warmth of his kisses wash over her.
 
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