With dexterous fingers and the ease of breathing, Morel loosened the knot holding her top on. The polka dot sash fell away, and her massive breasts bounced as they were released from the garment. With a tease, Morel leaned forward, bracing her hands beside Luke’s head.

  She gently swayed her chest in front of Luke, the soft, heavy mounds ghosting over his face. “What are you waitin’ on, darling?”

  Accepting the invitation without hesitation, Luke guided her perked nipple to his mouth. His tongue rolled around the stiff peak, while his free hand ran up and down Morel's lower thigh, traveling in small dancing circles toward her crotch.

  A moan escaped Morel the moment Luke’s mouth began to gently work away at her. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting the pleasure wash through her. She lowered her hips against Luke’s, her daisy dukes stretching.

  Despite several layers of fabric separating them, the feat emanating from her was unmistakable. A damp warmth spread over her crotch as Morel tentatively rubbed her stretch against his.

  Luke's member stiffened like tungsten, and only grew more painful each time Morel gyrated against it.

  “That’s it. Just like that,” Morel moaned as Luke increased the intensity, each lap and pinch at her nipples sending a shock of pleasure through her entire being.

  The words of praise only encouraged Luke further. He swapped tits and gave the other the attention it deserved. At the same time, He popped the clasp on her shorts. The pressure of her movements forced the zipper open, and his hand quickly snaked inside.

  Like a snake slithering through grass, Luke’s hand crawled through her golden pubes and found the sopping folds of her womanhood. Warm weep soaked his digests with each caress. Morel’s breathing deepened, each strained exhale sounding like the snorting of a bull ready to charge.

  And Charge She did.

  As quick as lightning, her hand shot down and found Luke’s, pulling it away from her slick pussy. At the same time, she leaned down and ran her tongue up Luke’s neck before hovering just above his lips. “You certainly know how to get a lady ready.”

  Not waiting for Luke to respond, like she would die without it, Morel resumed a deep, lustful kiss. Her tongue was forced deep into Luke’s mouth as one of her hands pulled his head close. Desperate to not lose himself to the sensation of her exploring his palate, Luke held tightly to her horns and did all he could to return the intensity.

  But it was no use. Morel was just so much bigger, so much stronger than Luke could ever be. And the sweet sugary taste of her kisses had all of his senses rolling. His eyes went blank as his resistance faltered. Like a flame snuffed out by a blizzard, Luke's body went limp as his lungs burned.

  He struggled against her ferocity, for as long as he could, but it was no use. His fight slackened, and she released him from captivity.

  Morel let him down to the blanket, where he lay gasping for air, barely able to focus on anything after his vision had collapsed to near pinpricks. By the time he regained any semblance of conscious thought, Luke was greeted by the most welcoming sight.

  Golden fields sprouted from just above Morel's dripping pussy. She straddled his head and looked down at him with a mischievous, teasing grin that was barely visible from beyond her mountainous breasts.

  She pinched her nipple and wagged her hips, her tail coming around and flicking against Luke's cheek.

  “I hope you did well on your oral exams while at school,” Morel purred.

  “I think I did alright,” Luke smirked, reached up, and wrapped his arms around her hips.

  “Well, time to prove it, darling. Oh, and don't worry, I will be gentle,” Morel said, reaching down and caressing his face, running her hand along the back of his head, and pulling him in.

  Her plush golden pubes pressed against Luke’s nose as she began to ride him. It started slowly at first, subtle, gentle ministrations from each to the other. Morel held his head and guided him toward just what she liked. Luke, for his part, listened. He played with her clit, lapped his tongue around her folds like he was digging for gold, and tugged her tail as she willed it.

  But it did not remain so soft and tender for long. Morel, an alien, a woman whose emotions, though controlled, were boiling over. Those instinctual screams demanded she sate her desires with her mate, and she was more than happy to allow Luke to show off what he could do for her.

  She lowered her weight and released his head, resting almost all she was on him. As she settled and forced his tongue to writhe and lash out at her depths, Luke felt the mounting pressure.

  Her thighs squeezed as her moans grew in volume. As he doubled his efforts, attacking her insides with new motions every heartbeat.

  Luke was drunk on all that she was; each detail was driving him wild from the sweet, succulent taste. Each lick was like tasting a fresh biscotti, full-bodied and unforgettable.

  The way she moved atop him was like watching a dancer on stage. She knew exactly how to move herself to control her audience's mind, and Luke had fallen for it. He could not take his eyes off her bouncing breasts, gyrating waist, or the breath escaping her supple lips with each moan.

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  Luke closed his lips around her clit and attacked it, with licks, laps and sucks, treating the nub like a joystck. Ttat sudden assault allowed Morel reached her crescendo. Weep filled Luke's mouth, overwhelming his taste buds as her thighs threatened to pop his head like a watermelon.

  Morel roared into the evening sun while tossing her head back, the fireworks of the festival going off behind her. The thooming booms, keeping time with her gushing love. The bright reds, whites, blues, and oranges cast her in a new life with each section of her climactic release.

  “Oh god, oh god! Don…Don’t..stah..stah…stop.” Morel nearly begged.

  Doing exactly what his lover wished, Luke did not stop; he increased the pressure. He pulled her hips down while grabbing handfuls of her velvety rump. That slight escalation worked well. She squealed while riding out the high of her orgasm.

  She shuddered with each breath and struggled to keep herself from crushing Luke. But as Morel had promised, she did not harm him. With her strength, size, and instincts, crushing his head and killing him was a very real possibility.

  But Luke trusted this gentle, caring woman to such a degree, risking that danger was as safe as lighting a match underwater. That line would never be crossed by Morel. She was so conscious of her might that even now, being as gentle and cautious as possible was instinctual.

  Once her mind had returned to earth, she looked down at Luke, smiled, and pulled her pussy back from his lips. Slings of her weep clung to him for a moment before she slinked down to his level.

  “You really did do well on those exams,” Morel joked.

  “Actually, oral exams were my worst grades,” Luke replied, leveling the joke with a bit of reality.

  “Well, those professors must have never given you a chance,” Morel winked, hugging Luke tightly.

  He returned the hug, and they snuggled. Neither was in a rush to move, nor ruin the moment. Instead of immediately jumping into the obvious next step for them both, they lay back. Their head fell upon the pillows, and their hands clasped while they watched the climactic event of the festival.

  Fireworks burst overhead, dazzling displays of the festival's meaning. It was meant to signify the end of the plant and the beginning of the harvest. While many of the members of Grey Rock thought of it as just the same celebration they had experienced a hundred times over, to those two young lovers on the beach, it was more.

  Those bursting bombs signaled their crossing of the Rubicon. They had decided no matter what, they were in it together. No matter what life would throw at them, they would tackle it hand in hand.

  Come hell or high water, they would bear any burden and face any storm. Their gunwales were braced, heading was assured, and the company was dedicated. They were ready for life’s strife.

  Eventually, though, Morel had recovered, and it was time to seal the deal. She sat up and moved so Luke was between her legs. With deft hands, she undid his pants while he caressed her shoulders.

  Once Luke had stepped out of his pants, Morel ran a gentle hand up and down his length, her thumb caressing the tip with each stroke. The intensity of her staring at it made Luke feel slightly self-conscious.

  “Is something wrong?” Luke swallowed as Morel swirled pre-cum around his tip.

  “Not a thing sug’” she said, bushing her tail across his inner thigh.

  “I was worried it might not... well... you know,” Luke said awkwardly while blushing.

  “Oh… don’t worry none sug’ there is plenty here,” Morel said, leaning in and kissing the tip of his cock. “But, I would rather prove that to you than just tell you.”

  Morel leaned back on the blanket and propped herself up on her elbow. With her free hand, she reached between her legs and slowly parted her pussy lips, a trickle of her juices sliding down her large rump to the blanket pooling there.

  Luke knelt between her legs as she gripped his cock, and rubbed the tip over her folds, the warm slick clinging to his member, before penetrating her, though he paused.

  Luke looked up at the beautiful woman before him. Her eyes, as green as the thicket behind her, stared at him with the intensity that made his heart sputter. Pushing past his hesitation, knowing this was what he wanted, Luke grabbed Morel's hip and pushed inside.

  Tight heat enveloped him as Morel flexed and pulled him to the hilt. Morel's tight tunnel flexed around him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her tail twisted around his base and balls, massaging them as he began to thrust.

  He was slow, attentive, and caring. Luke treated Morel with as much gentleness as one would a Faberge egg, acting as if one wrong move would ruin everything.

  But Morel needed Luke to understand that while she was a gentle woman. When it came to them having sex, she was the one who needed to be careful, not him.

  “Luke..Please more. Don’t hold back,” Morel breathed, using the squeezing of her legs to try to force him to do so.

  “Alright,” he replied.

  Luke reached down and started to rub her clit while moving faster. Wet slapping of bodies and moans of joy and pleasure drowned out the sounds of the forest around them, leaving the two in their own little world.

  The heady scent of their union filled the air, as Morel's wetness soaked down both of them. Dripping to the ground below.

  Now going at the pace she wanted, Luke felt a bit of pride seeing her face contort with each rough slam, and watching her tight abs quiver as he pulled back each time. She played with her own nipples as they went, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge.

  Time warped as they kept going; neither could tell you if it was ten seconds or ten hours. All they knew was that it was everything they had wanted and more.

  Someone with them, who saw them for who they are and loved them---warts and all.

  Luke reached around and grabbed Morel's ass, his fingers sinking into her fur. She lifted her hips and helped him press deeper.

  This new angle allowed him to press right against her most sensitive spots, making her few words morph into incoherent sputters of bliss and desire.

  Without warning, Morel reached up, grabbed Luke, and pulled him tight to her body, burying his face in velvety fur as she came. She cried out in pleasure as she rocketed over the finish line.

  At the same time she finished, her climax ripped Luke to the end. He groaned and held tightly to her. Hot cum exploded from him, pouring into her in thick ropes.

  “Fuuu..soo..soo muuu..” Morel moaned, locking him in place as her steel cable-like muscles kept him from moving at all.

  They lay there basking in the glow of their coupling and locked eyes, aftershocks of bliss still wracking both of them. Both smiled, not needing words to see that the other enjoyed the encounter, nor did they wish to sully the moment.

  After Luke had gone soft inside her, Morel released her iron grip on his hips and let him slump to the side of her. She rolled over and entraped him yet again in her warm fur.

  “You know the others will eventually want to see us at the barbecue,” Morel giggled.

  “Yeah, but that can wait.”

  “Oh, wait for what?” Morel asked, knowing Luke was hesitant earlier about coming out here with her.

  “Round two?” Luke smirked.

  “Do you think you can handle another ride cowboy?” Morel replied, kissing Luke's forehead.

  “Of course.”

  “We will see little man,” Morel teased.