Re: Gordon (Sponge)
Deana quivered visibly as Gordon dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them and approaching her exposed body, completely erect. Deana's eyes stared hard and longingly at his cock, and she strained against her bonds in an effort to place her nethers closer to it. She moaned lewdly as his body came to press against her own.
Her breasts felt nice and soft against his solid chest, and as he reached beyond and over her to fiddle with the vines, her mouth made for his neck, kissing and sucking and licking at it madly. In between each smacking, licking kiss, she murmured small pleas to him, begging him to fuck her. To hear her say such things, knowing how angry she had been with him and how willful and stubborn she was normally, it was quite a shock to Gordon.
His cock teases the dripping edges of her slit, and she whines in an extremely adorable, sexy way that only furthers Gordon's erection and own desire. Up close, Gordon could smell her natural earthy scent, so different from Alicia's. The bonds of the ivy loosened and she fell onto him then, his shaft sliding upwards and inside of her slick honeypot.
She felt amazing, and her inner muscles seemed to get to work immediately, snapping around his length and swirling and rolling her hips to get maximum friction out of his thrusts.
He cranes his neck to sync up his mouth with her own. Despite the crazy lust that has overtaken her, there is a brief pause as her lips hover in front of his own, then she sinks her mouth into his and lets his tongue roam freely inside of her, greeting it with her own wet appendage, dancing and darting with him, trading saliva in a frantic, wanton exchange.
Pulling away for a moment and concentrating on base, animal fucking, he looked into her eyes and told her to have her way with him. Groaning and overcome with desire, Deana nodded, throwing her arms around his neck and digging her fingernails into his back, while her legs wrapped and hooked around his waist, locking foot to foot to prevent her from sliding off. Gordon placed his hands on her ass to prop her up and provide the leverage he needed to continue fucking her against the tree.
He felt her muscles tightening and contracting, and she bit into his shoulder lightly as her first orgasm came.
That was not the end though, as she unwound her legs, and then standing, gently pushed Gordon to the forest floor on his back. Then standing over him, she squated and lowered herself onto his erection again, riding him in a cowgirl position, bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling and hypnotizing him as she milked his cock.
Finally, after many minutes of this thrusting and desperate sex, the two of them reached a satisfying mutual orgasm. Shuddering with the intensity, Deana collapsed on top of Gordon, her sweating, worn out body heaving deep breaths as she lay on him. Her racing heart beat quickly in time with his own, and she did not seem to show any desire to move away from him, clinging to his frame.
From several yards away came a giggle, and Gordon suddenly became aware of people besides himself and Deana who had gathered in the grove. They had attracted quite an audience. No less than three dryads - none of them horned like Jasamine - and seven satyrs sat at the edge of the small glade watching the two humans. One blond, female satyr was crouched down and giving the Satyr that had been attending to Deana before a deep, vigorous blowjob, sucking noisily and gleefully at the large cock. It had been from her that the giggle had come from, and the male satyr had his head raised in a look of release. Stepping away from from its partner, the female satyr opened her mouth and wagged a cum covered tongue up at the male with a frisky smile, before swallowing all that was in her mouth with a wink and a wag of her small goat's tail.
