Cape Wrath by Paul Finch Read Free Book Online

so long, was overwhelming. She dropped back and allowed his hot mouth free range across her body, the darting tongue licking at and teasing her stiffly swollen nipples, swirling around then burrowing into her tight navel, drawing wet trails along the insides of her thighs, and finally plunging into her, probing between petals of warm, tangy flesh and finally mounting her clitoral hood, where it spun in wicked little spirals.
    Deep shudders passed through the girl as her nectar flooded across the boy’s mouth, as she clawed and raked at him, leaving fiery striations with her fingernails. A moment later, she struggled free and rent at the front of his trousers, yanking them down past his knees, wrenching the underpants after them, engulfing him in a single, voracious swallow. Alan felt his cock-head nudge the very back of her throat. He gasped aloud and rose up on his knees, hands clenching her shoulders. The girl rode back and forth, stropping him with her lips, sucking him with such intensity that he thought he was going to faint.
    When he seeped hot pre-cum into her mouth, she groaned in pleasure and teased his glans with her teeth …
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    When the plug finally broke, the first thing they knew was a sour odour from within … perhaps inevitably; it was the stale vapour of a sealed-in millennium. It lasted no longer than a minute, however, and a tiny fissure – no more than a handful of soil knocked through into empty blackness by two thrusting fingers – was sufficient to let it escape.
    After that, the job became easy. Again, they took it in turns, now working with a new energy, each one of them sweating buckets in the tight passage, but plunging and plunging at the diminishing obstruction with their hands and tools, widening and deepening the crevice, until it was almost a perfect continuation of the entrance-tunnel, an archway that even the largest and most ungainly member of the party could pass through with relative ease.
    Of course, they’d been working in complete darkness, so even when the doorway was finished, it was uncertain what might await them in the unlit gulf beyond it.
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    Linda locked her ankles behind Alan’s back, which gave her greater leverage to lift herself bodily up and meet his urgent thrusts. For his own part, Alan’s erection felt hard and thick as steel. He worked it in and out of her with a slippery, smooth motion, reaching new depths of penetration with each and every push, probing the very core of her being it seemed, for as Linda orgasmed, powerfully, she gasped and squealed aloud. It was a fortunate thing they’d managed to carry each other 100 yards at least along the shore of the bog-pools, before they’d finally lost control and gone at each other like beggars at the banquet, for neither had been able to suppress the sounds of passion for long.
    Still, Alan slid back and forth in her vaginal grip, his prick seeming to lengthen and strengthen with every stroke. Wordlessly, Linda complied, at each turn finding greater, hotter depths in which to accommodate him. Like the rest of her body, she was taut and strong down there; at one moment, her pussy was soft and pliable so that it flowed around his rigid member like warm, melted butter, at the next, its muscles tightened to an alarming degree, seizing his shaft in a crushing fist, determined to milk it for every drop of fluid it possessed. Again, it was too much. Heady, swooning with the joy of it, he arched his back and let go.
    A second stream followed and a third. Alan arched his back again and gave a strangled cry, Linda a low, heart-felt moan as her womb was flooded …
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    â€œ Oooh man! ” came an ecstatic voice.
    They all waited expectantly as Nug crawled out from the entrance, beating the dirt from his arms and t-shirt. He was slick with sweat and his pallor had increased, but his bearded face was a picture of barely suppressed delight. “You’ve got to go in there, folks