All Chapters of Ravished By Her Fated Beasts: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

I sat her up on the car and grabbed her knees to spread her more; her pussy lips were swollen and moist, and I gently massaged the slit, spreading her open. The lips even felt puffy as I pumped a finger inside; using my thumb I gently teased her bud...it was swollen too.I sampled the sex from my fingers and slid my hands up over her tits. My fingers dipped back into her hot pussy, savoring its tight grip...she was more than ready to fuck. I whispered, "Megan...sweetie, you're...so...so fucking hot!"I started rubbing her clit, "Oh god, Rob...oh god...mmmm...you keep that up and you can have all you want...do me all night...yeah...yeah...all...all fucking night...yeah, keep that up."My cock was pulsing, almost twitching from that thought. I felt up to the challenge...and really wanted to fuck her brains out. I shook my head and smiled, "Let me get the lube...maybe we can go all night?"I dropped my pants and kicked them aside, with the underwear. My cock, yearning to be free, was ere

Our lips met briefly, but aggressively, and we both knew what needed to happen; we made our way to an empty study room. Kissing and tearing each other's clothes off as soon as the door locked, Megan kicked off her flip flops and I pushed her jeans (and panties) to the floor. With my help, she lifted her tee-shirt and slipped the bra off. There was nothing but sex in the air...we were both hungry, and she reciprocated, working my pants (and underwear) down. Stroking my hard cock, she pumped and panted with anxious heart-pounding lust, as my fingers probed deep into her arousal.She dragged her tongue, from the base to the very tip, carefully tracing the big vein. I let out deep, deep moans, "Ahhhh...baby girl...ahhhh...ahhhh, that's good...soooo gooood!"She ran her hands down over my waist and slid her lips down the shaft, again. "Oh, Rob...Rob...I'm so wet," she groaned, "I'm...so fucking wet!" She pushed me back onto one of the heavy, oak chairs and kneeled between my legs. Gripping

Downstairs in a basement classroom, probably isn't the best way to spend a Saturday night, but it's a night the building is usually deserted, and you can get a lot done. Rushing to finish everything before mid-terms and spring break, I was running through the week's lectures. Everything had to be wrapped up because Megan and I were taking a vacation over the break.Anyway, it worked out because Megan had to do research for a paper, and she was planning to meet here, when she finished. It was around 8 or 9 when I heard a door, then the stairway door and her voice, "Anybody home down there?""Come on down, sweetie...I'm almost done, and we can go out for a drink...and salvage what's left of our evening.""Sounds great, I think we've earned that."She sat and listened while I finished running through slides (yes, it's before PowerPoint). "OK that's it ready to go?"Walking up to me, our lips met, and she grinned, "You know it is Saturday night and...um I made sure to lock that door upsta

I walked down the beach cupping her butt cheek, in that tiny bikini. I knew every inch of her body; I'd savored...and probably licked every inch of it, but there was something especially arousing about barely covered breasts...or the warmth of perfect, rounded ass in my hand.She looked so hot, and my lips were drawn to hers; we made out, there on the beach; luckily most of the attention was on her, because I was rock-hard and barely contained. Of course, she was grinding...it was subtle, but I was quickly getting out of control. I imagined her pussy lips hugging the shaft, hungering for penetration.She was just as turned on as I was, and once we got back to the little bungalow, she was down to fuck, yearning to have it straining her throat...or stretching her pussy. We had a little enclosed courtyard, connecting the bedroom, with a small living room...and it was very private...a good thing.I reached for my cock to shift things, but she grabbed my hand and guided it up to her breast

It was really beautiful, romantic and tranquil, on so many levels, and the guy serving the food was convinced we were newlyweds...or engaged. We just looked at each other with what I'd describe as dreamy, what-if smiles.That night I got up and looked out over that same horizon, with all those stars. I walked out to smell the ocean and listen to the waves...life is good...really, really good, I thought. When I got back to bed, I noticed Megan's face in the moonlight; she looked so beautiful, perfect in so many ways...was she the one? I talked to Darin about it before we left...and I will always remember what he said, with a big ass grin, "I know you love that woman...but give it time. I can see she loves you too, but you both just need more time...give it time."I knew she loved me, and I gazed at her sensuous, feminine form, nestled in the bedding. Her skin had a cool glow in the moonlight, and her body defined feminine sexuality...fuck, it defined sexual playground. After that, all