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Oh yes, the sensation of her burying her hands in his hair while they kissed was as sublime as he knew it would be. And even though he'd have gladly given in and just taken her on the spot in front of any onlookers, he allowed her to pull away and be the voice of reason. An affirmative hum when she suggested they leave was enough to let her know that he agreed it was for the best. Though that didn't stop him from holding her close in a warm embrace while she peppered his jaw with kisses.

She fit so perfectly in his arms that he didn't want to let her go.

So he did the next best thing and kept one arm around her as she led him out of the airport and into the parking lot. "I get to decide our agenda?" Buster echoed, all sorts of dirty ideas coming to mind, "Alright then. How about you take us to a nice quiet spot on the way to your place? I'm just aching to get a taste of you."

He couldn't have picked a prettier spot if he'd tried.

With the soft glow of the moon and the stars twinkling in the night sky, the lush purples of the rows upon rows of lavender trees were a thing of beauty. Their scent was carried along with each soft breeze and offered an air of both comfort and romance.

But as lovely as it was, he couldn't bring himself to keep his eyes off the girl he'd come for.

Buster wrapped her in his arms, kissing her lips slowly, softly, before trailing down her neck. With each tender kiss, he gently sucked at her skin, his large warm hands spreading over her slim back. There were no raised edges to indicate a bra of any sort, he discovered, and his fingers ran feather-light trails around her rib cage to circle around her breasts.

Running his thumbs over her taut nipples confirmed that she'd decided not to wear a bra and Buster smiled at the knowledge. "I like your dress." He said, tugging the fabric away from her breast so that he could replace it with his mouth. His pierced tongue toyed with the nipple as he moved to caress and tease the other with his hand.

In a matter of moments his free hand moved to slide under the hem of her sundress. He'd figured on having to move her panties to the side so that he could start fingering her but was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties. No undergarments at all.

His erection came back with a vengeance and he slid two of his long fingers into her already wet folds, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. He released her chest and grinned up at her teasingly. "You know, it was a long trip." He began conversationally, "I think I need a snack." Then ducked his head under the skirt.

Immediately his hot mouth found her clit, lips sucking at her while his pierced tongue assaulted the bundle of nerves. He knelt before her on the ground, fingering her and eating her out as if he was starving and only she could provide him sustenance.

Buster had really only been going down on her for a minute or so before she was shouting and cumming hard into his mouth her hands digging into his curly hair and ankles draped over his shoulders. She tasted amazing - clearly she was the kind of girl that took good care of her body with the light flavor of a healthy meal mixed with her own irresistible tang in her juices.

He swallowed audibly, relishing the taste as it slid smoothly down his throat.

The temptation to keep eating her sensitive pussy was enough to make him suck at her clit until her legs trembled and she practically squealed at the over-stimulation. If he kept that up, she'd be spent before he even started fucking her properly. Forcing himself to slow down, he begrudgingly slid his fingers slowly out of her soaked hole and replaced them with his tongue.

Pushing in his tongue as far as possible inside her, he felt some of her cum flow over his tongue and into his mouth. He drew his tongue back and pushed it inside her again. And again. And then he started a steady rhythm of fucking her with his tongue. He knew he should probably go easy on her, that she just orgasmed, but damn if he didn't want to drink more of her cum.

So he thrust his tongue into her trembling core, tormenting her walls as they desperately tried to clench onto him. Her hands fisted in his hair, her thighs quaked, and she was making the most beautiful noises as he worked her through another orgasm.

Eventually, when she sagged against the car, he took mercy on her and carefully released her, gently moving her legs back to a mostly leaning, somewhat upright position. He rose to his feet, sucking her juices off his fingers and groaned in pleasure. "Delicious." He spoke the word with reverence.

"Do you want a taste?" He asked, leaning over her and sucking the last of her juices into his mouth, "Come get it."

For as much of a sex starved slut as he was, the one thing that always got Buster going was deep, passionate kisses. It was almost outrageous the way he could get so turned on by what most people probably hardly considered all that sexual.

And yet, it was true.

As she kissed and grinded against him he couldn't help but buck his hips toward her needy heat, his hands gripping and squeezing her ass as his body trapped her against the car. Within a few scant moments he'd gone from teasing to full blown desperation to be inside her.

"We should...probably head to my place huh?"

Buster had to force himself out of his haze of lust so that he could answer her. It wasn't easy, especially since she was still grinding against his erection, but his brain started functioning properly again.

"Yeah." He breathed, though he was still rutting against her vigorously, "We should. Otherwise I'm not going to be able to pull my dick out of you until long after the sun's up." With the way she was angled, he'd be able to push inside her sweet, hot cavern.

He thrust against her for several minutes more, then begrudgingly pulled away. Pulled the door open for her like a gentleman despite what they'd just been doing. Then he circled around the car and was seated next to her, his hand stroking the bare skin of her thigh. "Let's go." Hunger for her blazed within his green eyes, "Knowing that I'm going to give you your first real fucking and blow my load inside you while we're in your bed is making me all kinds of horny."

When it came to sex, Buster was not known for patience.

Within the first few minutes of being back on the road he was already taking his shirt off and dragging his fingertips over the sensitive skin of his chest and nipples. The hand that had been stroking her thigh had traced the curve and was toying at her already abused clit and lips. She was still wet enough for his digits to swirl and dip without much resistance.

As the beautiful girl agreed with his sentiment and spoke of drowning in his cum, he grinned.

"You have no idea how right you are."

And with that, the hand that had been toying with his chest slid his zipper down, freeing his cock. It sprang from its confines like a monster being released - huge, thick, weighty and pierced. It throbbed, aching to be touched, aching to bury itself where it belonged.

And where it belonged was inside her.

Buster answered her question by shoving his shorts and boxers down, his erection still announcing very clearly how much he wanted her. Toeing his sneakers and socks off and stepping out of his clothing, he closed the distance between them in a couple strides.

His arms lifted her off her feet so that she could wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her towards where he guessed her bedroom might be. The slick from between her folds leaked deliciously down onto his shaft as it cradled her while he moved.

"Where's your bedroom?" There was a noticeable strain in his voice, as though his self control was hanging on by an exceptionally frayed thread, "You deserve to be comfortable when I break you in properly."

Buster's grin was lightning fast and devious. "You got it.~"

Suddenly he sprinted towards her bed, leaped into the air and landed with a rough bounce on the mattress, lips attacking her face and neck in a barrage of kisses. He chuckled playfully, reaching a hand down to adjust himself. He rubbed the thick head of his shaft along the length of her soaking slit and lined himself up with her entrance.

He could have teased her, could've drawn it out and made her beg him to fill her up with his cock. But why should he when they both wanted it so badly?

No, he was going to give it to her right this minute.

Spreading her open with his fingers, he began pushing the head of his cock inside her tight entrance. And to say that she was tight was the understatement of the year. She'd told him that her boyfriend hadn't been present for a while, but he didn't think it could have been this bad.

His rod was practically aching with need but he couldn't just force it all in at once. Doing such a thing might hurt them both and seriously screw up their plans for the visit. So Buster started rocking his hips into her in shallow but firm thrusts. He kept up a smooth pace, working his way in a little at a time with each thrust.

Clearly he was not only much longer, but far girthier as well. What was that guy packing, a Slim Jim?!

"You're so tight you're practically a virgin." His voice was a growl as he'd managed to work his way about halfway into her, "Don't worry though. You're going to enjoy me ruining you for all the other boys." Finally he was in far enough to start rolling his hips as he thrust into her and he took the opportunity to squeeze her ass and pull her into it.

"How's this?" He arced up into her, dragging his piercings along her insides with purpose, "You doing alright so far?"

Buster's jaw was tense as he kept working his way deeper inside her. She was so hot and tight, yet so sweet and willing that all he wanted to do was start railing her as if his life depended on it. Every thrust, every roll of his hips pulled the most delicious noises from the girl and it was really pulling at his self control.

After all, having her trembling legs wrapped around him as he went spelunking in her cavern was nothing short of incredible. Here she was, clearly never having had good sex before, and nowhere near loose enough for this to be easy. And yet she never once cried out or asked him to stop.

Instead she was begging him for more.

It caught him off guard but he wasn't about to deny her.

His thrusts were a little bit firmer now, they slid a bit further inside as he lifted a hand to tangle in her hair. Buster captured her lips with his, his mouth hot, tongue tangling with hers passionately. A moan of appreciation sounded deep in his chest and traveled up his throat, into her mouth. The slick velvet softness of her all around him welcomed him as deeply as he could go and he was willing to go as deep as she could take him.

With that in mind, Buster started unconsciously thrusting faster, plunging his cock harder and making sure she felt every inch of his throbbing cock all over her her pussy. The longer he worked his way into her, the harder and faster he went until he was banging the head of his shaft against her womb like a jack hammer. Gasping in pleasure, he broke the kiss to moan pleadingly into her ear.

"Just a little farther, sweetheart." His breath was hot against her ear, "I'm almost all the way. Let me in."

Despite her best efforts, she was unable to help him squeeze past the entrance to her womb, the 'promised land'. He knew that he could get in there in he forced it, but that was sure to sting. Perhaps more, since her absent boyfriend was far from well endowed. How was he supposed to prepare her for this?

Apparently, he didn't have to.

His lover was already bracing herself for him to roughly impale her on his cock. He pulled her away from the window sill and closer to the center of her bed, draping her arms over his shoulders. Emerald eyes locked with teal eyes.

"If it hurts, feel free to yank my hair or claw my back." Buster informed her, stroking her cheek, "And don't worry about hurting me, I don't mind. In fact, I like it... and I might fuck you harder."

An expression of shock came over her, but he'd expected it. He simply gave her a charming smile, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her. Hard. But he didn't stop at that. Instead, he started driving into her at a merciless pace, hands forcing her legs apart as far as they could go while he battered the barrier to her womb.

Faster.

Harder.

He pounded into her as she was screaming and moaning in ecstasy, until finally he breached the barrier and filled her womb so much that the head of his cock was throttling the back of her womb. Moaning, his lips sucked at the skin of her neck.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good!"

Buster pounded into her steadily, his fierce thrusts pistoning into her as her wanton cries egged him on. Undoubtedly enjoying her lack of freedom, she was pulsing around his every movement. He'd been grinding his studs against her inner walls when he'd been going slower, but rather than let up on her as the speed increased, he made sure those piercings were working their magic.

He grinned down at where they were intimately joined, making sure she was watching. Placing a hand on her flat stomach, it was exceptionally clear with each thrust just where he was inside her. Fingers felt her stomach on the outside as his dick pounded away inside her womb.

Partner stimulation inside and out was one of his favorite things to do during sex.

It made him want to do all sorts of dirty, depraved things to her, make her scream and beg him for more. A dark thrill raced up his spine as her nails clawed his back until raised welts covered the alabaster skin. The slight telltale itch of the tiniest trickles of blood alerted him that she must've accidentally broken the skin during her throes of pleasure. The way she screamed and cursed, yanking hard on his hair as she came hard on his cock.

It hurt so, so good.

And then she yanked him down into a rough, hungry kiss and stared deep into his eyes. Desire ripped through his entire body in an instant, more than familiar with such a trigger.  Her teal eyes were like pools of hot liquid as she as she demanded, "That's it beau~ Fuck my womb up good, I want you wrecking my pussy and knocking me up with your seed y'hear?" The sweetest torture, the crystal clear message he was always ready to obey...

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"An order..." Buster breathed, elation clear in his eyes and a wicked smile curling his lips, "As you command, my queen." Without warning his entire demeanor shifted from tender firmness to animalistic sex fiend. His hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, pinning her down and preventing any escaped had she actually wanted one. An almost inhuman growl tore from his throat as he railed her mercilessly, his pace frantic and his thrusts brutal.

With his outrageous stamina he lost track of how long he was throttling her womb. At one point he laughed like a supervillain and fisted a strong hand in her hair, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Doesn't it feel good to get fucked by a real man?" There was a slight sting of teeth at the base of her neck. His hot mouth and tongue sucked and soothed the area until he'd left a dark, obvious hickey, "It feels good to give up control and let someone wreck you, doesn't it, lover girl?"

"Mine, you say?"

The look in his eyes was just as crazed as hers. "You're goddamn right it is!" And to prove his point, he worked her clit faster as he railed her, "And I'm going to fuck it every chance I get. You're never going to want anybody but me inside you ever again."

The digits of his free hand tilted her hips backward and he trapped her with his thighs as he drilled her senseless. How many times had she come already? Five? Six? No matter. He was going to make damn sure that she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that no one could ever compare to him in bed. He'd have her craving him before this trip was through - she already seemed to be - and he'd do anything and everything in his power to take her back home with him.

After all... by her own admission, she was his now.

Just the thought of that alone sent a wave of ecstacy through Buster and it gathered in his loins as the idea took root within him. A full shudder pulsed through his shaft and he felt his balls tighten, ready to fill this sweet, beautiful girl with copious amounts of his seed. He moaned, sliding his hands to grip her ass hard, ready to hold her tight so that he could cum inside her.

His grin was nothing short of pure possessiveness as he bucked hard into her. "Mmm, all mine day and night." He moaned, thrusting as deep into her as was humanly possible, "I'll be good to you sweetheart." His fingers tightened as he slammed hard into her and locked her to him, cock throbbing as he shot thick ropes of cum against the back wall of her womb.

Blast after blast sprayed inside her, quickly flooding her deepest chamber with his potent seed until he felt it surrounding the head of his cock. He was plugging her womb and stopping any from escaping. The shaft throbbed in blessed release, shooting more inside her as he hungrily claimed her mouth with his.

"Feel that?" Buster asked her as he captured her gaze with his, "Every bit of that was all because of you and now you have it inside. You're definitely mine now." His smile was darkly charming.

"And I'll never let you go."

To say he was caught off guard by her sudden flipping of their positions would have been an understatement. No, he had been completely blindsided by it. Bewildered as to how she'd managed to flip him onto his back so effortlessly, he stared up at the girl in wonder.

He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

But even more importantly, the tanned temptress had responded positively to his possessiveness and that gave him hope that he could perhaps convince her to follow him home. He could tempt her with the beaches, the ocean waves, and the promise of having his body at her beck and call. Or if he happened to get her pregnant, then she could have their children in paradise and he'd be their breadwinner.

Nevertheless, he wanted to keep her. Especially since she was willing - no, more like demanding he keep fucking her. And if nothing else, Buster was eager to please her.

"I'm impressed that you don't need to rest. It makes me want you even more than I already did." He grinned, already rocking his hips, "I'm so glad we found each other, sweetheart. Now I have someone who'll never ask me to stop."

His hands caressed the smooth skin of her hips, her rear, fingers fanning out to lightly drag up her sides and tease her breasts. He moaned as she toyed with his pierced nipple and played with hers as he steadily pumped in and out of her. The pace he was setting was more relaxed now that he'd filled her baby chamber with his little swimmers.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't start railing her again. No, he was fucking her with purpose. He wanted her to feel him deeply, intimately, and connect with him in a way that few could ever hope to comprehend, let alone achieve. And when she was finally clinging to him, he'd make sure she came hard.

Honestly, he could keep this up even longer if he so chose.

One of the benefits of being a health nut with diagnosed nymphomania was using his stamina and physical fitness to continuously fuck any lover for hours on end without getting soft or busting a nut too quickly. And the sweet, delicious feeling of being inside his new lover was too irresistible for the boy to consider letting it end too quickly. Maybe it was a little sadistic to torture her this way, considering he knew damn well that she wanted him to cum inside her.

He'd lost count how many times he'd made her cum already and he was only just getting warmed up. Most of his previous lovers would have been begging him to stop and let them rest by now or trying to squirm out of his grip to escape the overstimulation. But not this girl. Hell, he hadn't even been in France for six hours and already she was trembling and begging him for more, pleading for him to knock her up!

Clearly Buster had already outperformed her pathetic cheating boyfriend by a long shot, but he had the feeling he'd achieved that with his fingers and tongue alone at the Lavender Fields. With the screaming orgasm he'd given her, it was painfully clear that she'd never had a lover care for her properly. Hell, had anyone ever bothered to make sure she came?

Apparently not.

But he vowed to remedy that. And so he thrust into her slowly, firmly, with the intent to give her as many orgasms as her body could handle. Her inner walls convulsed and constricted around him each time she came, wailing with pleasure, wiggling in desperation to get him to speed up. The little minx wanted so badly for him to fuck her the same way he did before - fast, brutal, animalistic. It was probably the only way she'd had sex before.

With that in mind, he pointedly denied her. Fast missionary sex was far from the only kind there was and he was going to have all sorts of fun showing her that. And really, who could resist such a pretty sight such as the girl being forced to slowly ride his cock?

Her tanned skin had an attractive flush to it as he thrust purposefully into her from below, her hair tousled from his tender manhandling. Soft, luscious tits jiggled each time his erection pushed all the way to the back of her womb and making her cry out for more. The boy had taken full control over her body and stubbornly kept fucking her at this pace for hours on end, enjoying himself as she came over and over on his cock.

And now in the light of the dawn's sunbeams the image of her riding his cock, helpless to change the pace, begging him to fill her with his seed was too much. He finally took mercy on the girl, increasing his pace but without the brutality. She deserved to feel like she was wanted, like she was needed...

She deserved to be loved.

When he finally came inside her, he moaned and pulled her down to kiss him as he filled her again with a second load.