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inside her pussy.
    She was doing a good job at keeping herself
quiet, but the way she moved her hips as he ate her, he was certain
she was enjoying it. Down there between her thighs, he almost
forgot himself that they were just a few feet away from a whole
load of other people.
    Noelle had to pat his head in warning
whenever he lost himself in it too much, and began to quietly moan
as he responded to the joy of fucking her sweet pussy with his
mouth.
    After a while, he came to recognize her
movements, so he could translate her body language, he could tell
exactly what got her going most, when things were getting a little
intense and needed to ease back, and when she was itching for more,
stronger, harder.
    When things got a little too much for her, he
softened his approach, dwelled on languorous licks of the tongue
over her soft folds. He teased her with her panties, pulling them
tight so the sodden cotton sank into her slit, and gently sawing
against her pussy lips as he licked her, adding a different texture
to his treatment of her. 
    She was so wet, so sticky, so hot. How could
any heterosexual guy offered the chance to worship the sensational
beauty of the female sex turn it down?   
    Why did girls, who were perfectly willing to
stretch their lips around a swollen male member and sop up any
semen oozing out, imagine that guys would somehow shrink from the
heavenly experience that lay between female thighs? 
    So many mysteries, and mistaken
assumptions. 
     
     
*
     
     
    Dylan had no idea how long he was given
between Noelle's shapely thighs, though a few times he glimpsed her
peeking, lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag to check in on him
- and each time he did his best to show that he was loving every
minute of this, to persuade her to continue, not to call a halt on
his account.
    Having removed her panties, leaving her a
little more easy to access, he got into a rhythm where he could
spare a hand to spread over her smooth belly, and then reach up to
cup her breasts and pinch her stiff nipples, but then as he came to
focus a little more on her clit, licking her around it, pressing
his hot mouth down, sucking as much as she could stand - she
started to take charge again.
    Her hands moved over his head, her fingers
initially stroking him, coursing through his hair to encourage him,
to guide him to follow the pace she needed, match her own innate
rhythm.
    And then she was holding him, pulling him in,
crushing his face against her smoldering, soaking sex as her hips
writhed underneath him, and it got so that she was furiously
fucking his face, and he was almost a bystander.
    It wasn't much longer before she was
furiously humping his face, and then shuddering and bolting and
bucking all around him, her wetness suddenly everywhere - hot and
sticky and salty and tangy, and so very sexy, so very her.
    Eventually, as he moved up beside her, having
cleaned her up with his tongue as best as he was able, she was
still out of breath, though eager to kiss him, to find a silent way
to express her wonder and gratitude and joy at the experience he'd
just given her.
    "Who are you?" she whispered when she finally
allowed him to breathe. "Are you real?"
    He whispered: "I'm real, I promise."
    He lay behind her, spooned against her back
now as she moved down further inside the sleeping bag so that it
covered her shoulders. His head tucked over her shoulder so he
could kiss her cheek. He could still smell the scent of her sex
along with her sweet perfume, and it thrilled him. 
    Noelle felt his hardness throb, and now
pushed her behind back against him, wanting more, wiggling her hips
a little so she could feel it against her, check out his
shape. 
    "You should take off your pants," she
whispered in the darkness. 
    Dylan had been still a few moments, checking
to see if they'd been heard or seen, assessing the people nearby to
watch for eavesdroppers. Everyone appeared to be sound
asleep. 
    He ran his hand down over her bare hip