CHAPTER 113: HIKING WITH ANALISE (9)

She reached down, grabbed one of the ties holding on her bottom and pulled.

Understanding what she wanted, he lifted his head. She pulled the material to one side, exposing her lovely garden for him to enjoy. There was a tuft of curly brown hair topping her mons, but she was otherwise bare.

He lifted her hips higher and pushed his face between her legs. Then he stuck out his tongue and pushed it between her folds, touching her entrance with the tip of his tongue. Then pressing it flat against her, tip curled out, he dragged his tongue up her slit, flicking his tongue against her nubbin on the way up.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly.

He repeated this a few times before he circled her little man-in-the-boat, like a hungry shark, before attacking with his lips, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it.

"MMMM!" she moaned louder, her hips twitching.

He released her pearl and returned to making broad strokes with his tongue, this time making larger circles, delving her entrance at the bottom, dragging his tongue across her nubbin at the top. Then he switched to making small circles around her pearl, pulling away whenever she tried to thrust her hips up into his face.

Looking up, he saw that her hands were clutching the two floaty handles, and her head was resting on the side of the floaty, mouth parted, eyes closed. Watching her face, he ran his tongue through her folds and circled her button. Whenever he neared her button, her head would tilt this way and that like she was subconsciously trying to push her nubbin under his tongue.

Feeling her start to tremble, he increased the intensity of his assault on her holy of holies by sucking on her folds and running his tongue over her nubbin, alternating between caressing it and flicking it back and forth. As he did, her moans increased in volume.

Sensing that she was nearing her peak, he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down, and she tensed.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes, so close, don’t stop, don’t stop!" she cried.

Just when his tongue was getting tired, she trembled violently, then started twitching rhythmically and cried out, "AAAHHHHNNNN!"

As soon as she cried out, he released her nubbin and returned to slow circles around it. He’d learned from Miranda that her little pearl would get just as sensitive as his tip after an orgasm.

She eventually stopped twitching and relaxed. With one hand, she ran her fingers through his wet hair and said, "Oh damn, that was good. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard, like, ever. That was amazing."

Just then, from behind him across the water, he heard, "There they are. Damn, now I want to go swimming. Then in a loader voice. Wait, are they...is she... Hey, that’s not fair, that should be me!"

It was the daughter of the mother-daughter pair that he was hearing. Analise, who was lazing in the floaty, jerked up to stare across the water. He was still lazily running his tongue through her folds when they heard the voice, and when she tried to shove her hand between Jack’s mouth and her still tingling nethers, he pushed his mouth against her harder and gently bit her.

"Eeep!" she squeaked. Then whispered, "Jack! They’ll see."

Behind him he heard the mother say, "Beth Ann!? What has gotten into you?"

Jack looked up at Analise and said, "Relax. They won’t see anything as long as I keep my head here."

She laid back, and he resumed paddling with his feet, sending them towards the opposite shore. While he did, he would lazily nibble, lick, and suck on her folds, occasionally glancing up up to make course corrections.

When they got close enough to the shore that he could stand, he pulled the floaty close to his chest and looked down at her swollen, glistening wet folds. Then he reached down and grabbed the loose tie that was dangling in the water and pulled it up. She grabbed it, pulled the fabric back in place, then re-tied it. As she did, he pushed the floaty until they were in knee deep water again.

After untying their sealed backpacks from the floaty, he handed hers to Analise and taking his headed to shore. She followed silently behind as he carefully climbed over several large boulders and made his way to the small glade he had mentioned.

As soon as they stepped onto the grass, Analise dropped her backpack and grabbed him in a hug.

"Oh, god, Jack. That was crazy. I’ve never done anything like it. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment when I heard that girl and realized they could see us. And did you hear what she said?"

"I heard. But, no worries. We have plenty of privacy here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure."

"Okay."

He kissed her, then released her and unsealed his backpack so he could pull out the blanket. After flattening the grass in a circle, he laid the blanket on top, then looked up to see Analise naked, holding her top in one hand. She was giving him a hungry look.

"I didn’t bring any condoms," he said.

"Oh. Right. Um, you don’t need one. I got the new Freedom CBG implant."

"Is that the one from Freedom Medical that works by preventing sperm from reaching or merging with the egg?"

"Yep, that’s the one."

"I thought there was a long waiting list for it."

"There is, but if you have a proven bad reaction to the pill, they’ll bump you up the list. And I get horrible cramps, acne, and headaches if I take the pill. So I was able to move up the list. I just got it earlier this week."

"Well, in that case," he shucked his swim trunks in one motion, then pointed to the center of the blanked.

At the sight of his engorged member, she gasped and said, "Oh, damn!"

Then she rushed over, flopped onto the blanked, and spread her legs.

"I can’t wait anymore. Take me! Pound me into the ground."