Passions in the North Country (Siren Publishing Classic) (28 page)

“Too long,” he said, his cock starting to rise. Jenny could not take her eyes off the phenomenon of an erection in progress and watched his prick go from a hanging position to full attention in a matter of seconds. Devon was slightly shy, moving his legs and looking away, but he was incredibly pleased that she liked what she saw.

“It’s been much too long for me, too,” Jenny assured him. “It’s time.”

Devon felt his pleasure growing as Jenny spoke to him, but she kept her eyes on his big, horny cock. It looked like a spear, and he was obviously ready to slay her hunger with it. Jenny walked back to the basin, her perfect, round ass jiggling with each step. She washed her neck and the parts of her back she could reach, then her arms. Devon washed himself, too, but as Jenny was concentrating on the task at hand, he was concentrating on her, the vision of perfection bathed in mellow candlelight. She washed her legs, presenting a silhouette so irresistible that he could not understand it. Finally she turned, her bare breasts and succulent pussy facing him. Jenny rubbed soap on the face cloth and started washing her pussy. Devon stared with wide-eyed fascination and started stroking the soapy cloth up and down on his pulsating cockshaft. Jenny liked watching, that was for sure, but she suddenly turned around and bent over, washing her asstight anus right in front of him. Devon was delirious with passion and mindlessly stroked the cloth up and down on his dick.

Jenny dried herself and told him to do the same. Like a robot he followed orders, but if she had commanded him to lose the erection, he could not have done it, and it was so hard he thought it might fire off volleys of cream without even being touched. To that end, he dried his penis very little, leaving it damp and smelling of rose soap.

Jenny walked to the door. “Maria was a fascinating woman,” she began, “because she was sweet and conservative on the outside, but in this room she was a slut.”

Devon’s eyes flashed.

“Which one do you like, Devon? The sweet and conservative, or the slut?”

“I love them both.”

“This was her boudoir,” Jenny said with a laugh, “a place where she entertained mightily. Sort of a brothel of the mind.” She laughed again, her eyes hot and sexy. “We’re calling them out tonight, aren’t we, Devon.”

“Yes,” he said, his penis incredibly hard.

“You lie in bed naked, and I’ll lie in bed naked, and we’ll see if their spirits come. If they do, we’ll release them.”

“I want you so badly, Jenny, I don’t know if I can wait.”

Jenny unexpectedly knelt down in front of him. She had a pouting look, like a diva who knows she commands the stage. Without a word she slipped her long, slender fingers—just the tips of them—onto Devon’s hot, rigid cock. He groaned, moved slightly, and looked down with the expression of a man who has control over nothing. Jenny pulled the huge cock down so that it was pointing out straight from his body, the large, bulbous head only a short distance from her pretty face and her warm, perfect mouth.

“You will just have to wait,” she said in a scolding, frivolous voice. Suddenly she kissed the head of his cock, looking up at him. Devon felt lightheaded and could not believe how beautiful a woman could be. “Am I your lady?” she asked, kissing his cock and rubbing her tongue just below the head.

“Yes,” he stammered, his voice almost high-pitched. “You are the lady of the north country.”

“Um, I like that,” she said, then leaned back and smiled, her fingers still holding his petrified column. “Lady of the north country.”

“Yes, my dear. You are my lady of the north country.”

“Um, I like that,” she said coquettishly. “Look into my eyes. I want to show you magic.”

He looked into her gorgeous eyes and they joined their hands together, intertwining their fingers. She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. “Take me,” she said, staring at his cock. “Fuck my mouth just like the Captain wanted to fuck the mouth of Maria.”

“I love sexy talk,” Devon said, his eyes glazed with lust. He squatted down a little and twisted his hips, trying to join with her. She moved just the right way and his big, hot prick slid into her mouth. Instantly she moaned and started to bob. Devon was out of his mind with pleasure, both at the gorgeous sensations tingling in his pole, and at the sheer beauty of a pretty woman doing her thing. “There,” she suddenly said, pulling her mouth off his wet, pulsating cock.

Devon could hardly breathe and he unconsciously thrust his hips forward, begging her to make him feel good again. She disengaged their hands and stood up, her perfect body now even more delicious.

“You go lie in bed,” she said, “but don’t you pull that big beauty. Do you hear?”

“Yes,” he consented.

“I’ll lie in my bed. Your cock is hot and wet, my cunt is dripping, and the air smells like sex. If anything will bring them, this will.” She thought for a moment, then blurted it out. “I need it hot and dirty, Captain. I really do. I’ve been holding it in so long I just need to let it all hang out.”

“Me, too,” Devon told her. “I’m not afraid, Maria. Not a bit.”

“In her fantasies, Maria was a slut,” Jenny said. “It was her release. I need that same release, Devon. I need to feel sexy and wild.”

“In his fantasies, Maria was a slut, too,” Devon said with a low laugh. “He liked it, Jenny. I like it, too. You can be a slut with me. I need to be a beast, a man of lust. I need it.”

“Lay down,” she said, “and let’s see if they come.”

Devon nodded and lay down on the Captain’s bed, not pulling any blankets over his naked, excited body. Jenny lay on Maria’s bed, not pulling any blankets over her naked, excited body. She, like Devon, looked at the ceiling and the dancing light from the candles. It was warm inside, cozy, and the rain pouring down and slashing against the windows was soothing, relaxing, comforting.

“Whatever happens between us,” Devon said, loud enough for Jenny to hear, “I want you to know that I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jenny said, a wave of warmth surging through her. “I feel like I’m free when I’m with you.”

Then silence, except for the rain and the wind and the branches tapping against the eaves and window. Jenny’s eyes got heavy and she started to drift away on a cloud of air. She felt weightless, as if she was floating in the sky, looking down at things below. She opened her eyes to see a form in her room. At first she thought it was Devon, but as the form moved forward, she saw that it was a woman with long black hair.

“Maria?” she asked.

“Yes,” said the beautiful woman with a French accent.

“Are you ready?”

“I am ready,” she said.

Jenny rose from the bed, not the least shy of her nudity, and walked to the door separating the two rooms. Inside she saw Devon, unclothed, lying on the bed. Suddenly she noticed a form in the corner and a man emerged from the darkness. He was tall, able, handsome, had a beard, and seemed singular of person.

“Captain?” Jenny asked.

“Yes. I am come for my Maria. It is time.”

Devon awoke to the sound of the voices and saw that he and Jenny had guests. “Come into this room,” she told the men. The Captain walked in first, admiring Maria in her long, flannel gown. She stared at him in his knee-length robe as if he was food and her eyes were starving. Then Devon walked into the room and for some reason, neither he nor Jenny felt the least embarrassed or ashamed of their nude bodies. Maria smiled at Jenny and admired Devon. The Captain nodded to Devon and drunk in Jenny’s nakedness with undisguised pleasure.

For the next ten minutes Jenny and Devon floated away in a dream of surreal delight as they watched the two lovers prepare for their fateful union. The Captain knelt down slightly and put his huge, thick cock head against Maria’s dewy, virgin pussy. They looked into each other’s eyes and then the Captain slowly, steadily, and relentlessly shoved his big cock into her ravenous cunt.

“Oh!” Maria moaned, moving her hips so that the big cock staff would slide in more easily. She grabbed his ass and thrust forward until they locked, balls deep. “Fuck me, my love!” she called out, wildly thrashing her body and moving her hips.

He started to grunt and pump her, their bodies slapping together. Devon and Jenny watched with intrigue, but then Jenny took Devon by the hand and led him into the Captain’s room, closing the door behind them.

“They need their privacy now,” she said, her eyes glinting. “And so do we.”

He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Soon he was on top of her, rubbing himself over her silky-smooth waist and feeling her tits. Jenny moaned and squirmed, sucking his cock every time it came anywhere near her mouth. Her face was covered in a damp heat, like a dew, and her hair looked moist. In the other room they could hear bodies slapping, moans, dirty talk, squeaking springs. Jenny smiled at Devon, her beautiful face lit up.

Suddenly the sound stopped in the other room and they could hear Maria telling the Captain to stop. He was getting too close to finishing, and she did not want it to end. She said in a voice loud enough to be heard that she was just getting warmed up. Then she told him to be quiet because she wanted to listen for Jenny and Devon. Jenny looked at Devon and smiled, her pretty face glowing. She spread her legs a little further and moved her ass, positioning it like a target for a spear. Without touching his cock, Devon moved forward and it entered Jenny’s lips. She moaned and her eyes glimmered. Devon slid three of his ten inches inside her and she groaned loudly, a look of joy on her face. Devon pulled out until his cock head had almost totally emerged, then pushed it back in through the wet chamber door. Jenny moaned louder, tossing her head back and wiggling her ass. Devon looked at her with amazement, unable to believe anything could be so beautiful. She pulled away from him until the cock head was just inside her, moved round in circles, and glanced back at him.

Devon moaned loudly and tossed his head, then his eyes were again glued on her opening as they locked. Suddenly she gave a final push and all of his impressive ten inches, right up to the balls, was inside her.

“Put your hands on my ass, honey,” she said, looking straight ahead.

He did as told, slowly massaging her firm but soft and smooth cheeks. She moaned and started to move forward, exposing half of his length, then pushed back, the wet lips smoothly taking his entire girth. Jenny started to slowly rock back and forth, allowing three quarters of Devon’s cock to emerge, then swallowing it again inside her hairy hole. The more they stroked, the wetter Jenny got, until her natural juices had saturated the puffy lips and matted the hair surrounding her entrance.

“Spread my wings,” she said, shaking her ample rump as she fell into a steady rhythm.

Devon did not move, nor did he want to move. Never in his entire life had he felt anything so luxuriously wonderful, or seen anything so inimitably beautiful. He held her cheeks wide apart and started to move his hips forward, meeting her as she came backward. Soon they were inside a rhythm, a musical dance neither ever wanted to end. It was pure bliss, pure release, a world beyond thought, concern, care. It was a world of lust tempered with love, carnal desires finally quenched, fires extinguished. She looked up at him, her eyes still outlined with makeup and her mouth still red with lipstick.

“Like?” Jenny asked, her eyes flashing like those of a gypsy seductress.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he said, starting to move more quickly.

Jenny looked straight ahead, lifted her head into the air, and assumed an expression of tremendous concentration. She met his every thrust with a backward movement, falling into a fast and furious bucking. Jenny started to moan loudly and Devon’s hips slapped against her ass. The joining of his hot, hard cock and her scalding, sopping cunt made a squelching sound, particularly when he started to pump her in full earnest. Jenny’s tits bounced and jiggled, and Devon held her ass with his right hand while groaning as he stroked her back with his left hand. Then he was on her, wrapped tight to her, pumping out of his mind, driving his big cock into her willing cunt, feeling and squeezing her tits, playing with the nipples, kissing the back of her neck. Suddenly he felt a tremendous orgasm coming on, but Jenny unexpectedly pulled away, almost leaping off the bed. Devon looked at her with his mouth gaping open, as if he had just crawled out of a car wreck, then looked down at his huge cock, bigger than he had ever seen it, and now at the very edge of a mammoth eruption. If Jenny had stayed ten seconds longer, he would have burst, but she had disengaged at the exact, crucial moment. His cock had not pumped cream, but it was literally flexing, as if in a mini seizure.

“Not yet,” Jenny said, her eyes flashing.

“You’re the boss,” he stammered, getting off the bed with his twitching cock pointing straight at the ceiling.

Jenny walked around behind him and held herself to his back. He liked the feeling of her warmth and smoothness, the feeling of her pert breasts against his skin, the heat emanating from her hot pussy. She kissed his shoulders and then wrapped her left arm around him, draping her fingers across his chest. She kissed the back of his neck and started to fondle his nipples, bringing them to a state of arousal. He moaned and they started to move, as if they were slow dancing. She continued to kiss him, then wrapped her right fingers around his pulsating cock. Devon moaned and glanced down at her fingers, the nails bright with polish. She slid her fingers up and down, then wrapped her whole hand around the middle of his prick and squeezed gently. It was enough pressure to feel, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Devon’s cock seemed to push back, getting even harder. She stroked to the point of madness, the point where he would have done anything to end the exquisite torture in a tremendous explosion of sensation and delight.

Then she was on the bed and was pulling him on top of her. Within seconds they were joined, their bodies one, their lusts and desires the same. In the other room they were going at it in reckless abandon and Jenny smiled at the sounds of their lively romp. She started moving on Devon, quickly engulfing and releasing his tense prick. He could stand it no longer and she knew the time had come. Smiling sweetly, she began the final surge, staring into his eyes and riding him like a woman possessed. Their groans and grunts filled the air, mingling with the shrieks and panting of Maria and the Captain. Jenny felt a monumental surge coming and her eyes rolled back into her head. At that moment the Captain and Maria screamed out that they were releasing. Jenny tensed and then experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, made all the more powerful by Devon’s hot, slippery cock pumping powerful blasts of his thick cream deep inside her greedy cunt.