thighs in his merciless hands forcing them very wide apart as he muscled her back down onto the bed. Then his mouth locked onto her clitoris again and there was nothing gentle or teasing in the way he sucked her into climax.
One very tiny flicker in the back of Kara's mind remembered there were ears to hear them. She gripped the pillow ever more tightly against her face, biting it as she screamed anew in pleasure. Her pussy had taken on a life of its own—writhing, squirming and thrusting in excitement until she thought she couldn't possibly come anymore.
She was wrong, of course.
Ron clambered up her exhausted body and rubbed the thick viper's head of his beautiful cock between her sopping lips. The mini-climaxes that accompanied his actions were further fueled by the memories of the long stiff prick about to enter her passage. Her body knew her man and her thighs were already spreading themselves, eager to accommodate him.
Ron penetrated her in one long smooth stroke—stretching Kara's pussy with the thickness of his erection, immediately triggering another wave of orgasms.
And all she could do was pull the pillow tighter against her face and hope that no one outside the bedroom could hear her screams of excitement.
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Kara woke to the sounds of kids fighting over the bathroom. She was extraordinarily sore and tired and felt...well funky might not be a trendy word but it certainly accurately described how badly she needed a shower. From the sounds of things outside her bedroom, that might take a while.
She remembered several of the things Ron had done to her last night and shuddered—partly from remembered pleasure but mostly from a fear that the rest of the family had been listening in. Ron and Kara had the bedroom between Anne and Kitten's, which gave her hope that at least Ron's parents hadn't overheard their love making but in retrospect, it seemed much too much to hope that his sisters hadn't heard anything.
She buried her head back under the pillows and wished she could take back the last six or seven hours. Sleep would have had her feeling so much more rested and there wouldn't be anything to be feeling embarrassed over now.
The door opened and Ron's voice filled the room. “Rise and shine, Kara. It's almost time to go to breakfast.”
Kara groaned.
She heard the door shut again, but evidently Ron had stayed inside the bedroom because the sheet was suddenly pulled back from her body leaving her half naked and exposed to anyone else who might open the door.
Kara shot straight up into a sitting position and snatched the sheet back up over her groin. “I can't believe I let you—”
Ron tried to silence her with a kiss—his lips moving sweetly against hers—his tongue lightly tasting her teeth.
She picked up her complaint exactly where she'd broken off as soon as his mouth left hers. “—do that to me with your family all around us.”
“You're welcome,” Ron said. “Now unless you want to have all my nieces and nephews piling in here with us to see what's taking you so long, I suggest that you wake up and get ready for another wonderful day in this snowy August paradise.”
Kara looked askance at him. “They wouldn't do that.”
Ron grinned. “Do you really want to take that chance?”
Kara admitted defeat. “Hand me my robe and get out of here. I've got to find my clothes and my makeup bag.”
Ron did as she asked and left her in peace.
With her muscles protesting every movement, Kara set about getting ready for the new day.
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Chapter Six
“So what are you all going to do today?” Hanna asked as breakfast ground to a close.
“Ski!” half the grandchildren shouted.
The other half probably intended to ski also, but they didn't bother to take their noses out of their video games to answer their grandmother.
“We'll probably go skiing, too,” Ron announced.
His mother, of course, didn't look all that happy about that.
One very tiny flicker in the back of Kara's mind remembered there were ears to hear them. She gripped the pillow ever more tightly against her face, biting it as she screamed anew in pleasure. Her pussy had taken on a life of its own—writhing, squirming and thrusting in excitement until she thought she couldn't possibly come anymore.
She was wrong, of course.
Ron clambered up her exhausted body and rubbed the thick viper's head of his beautiful cock between her sopping lips. The mini-climaxes that accompanied his actions were further fueled by the memories of the long stiff prick about to enter her passage. Her body knew her man and her thighs were already spreading themselves, eager to accommodate him.
Ron penetrated her in one long smooth stroke—stretching Kara's pussy with the thickness of his erection, immediately triggering another wave of orgasms.
And all she could do was pull the pillow tighter against her face and hope that no one outside the bedroom could hear her screams of excitement.
* * * *
* * * *
Kara woke to the sounds of kids fighting over the bathroom. She was extraordinarily sore and tired and felt...well funky might not be a trendy word but it certainly accurately described how badly she needed a shower. From the sounds of things outside her bedroom, that might take a while.
She remembered several of the things Ron had done to her last night and shuddered—partly from remembered pleasure but mostly from a fear that the rest of the family had been listening in. Ron and Kara had the bedroom between Anne and Kitten's, which gave her hope that at least Ron's parents hadn't overheard their love making but in retrospect, it seemed much too much to hope that his sisters hadn't heard anything.
She buried her head back under the pillows and wished she could take back the last six or seven hours. Sleep would have had her feeling so much more rested and there wouldn't be anything to be feeling embarrassed over now.
The door opened and Ron's voice filled the room. “Rise and shine, Kara. It's almost time to go to breakfast.”
Kara groaned.
She heard the door shut again, but evidently Ron had stayed inside the bedroom because the sheet was suddenly pulled back from her body leaving her half naked and exposed to anyone else who might open the door.
Kara shot straight up into a sitting position and snatched the sheet back up over her groin. “I can't believe I let you—”
Ron tried to silence her with a kiss—his lips moving sweetly against hers—his tongue lightly tasting her teeth.
She picked up her complaint exactly where she'd broken off as soon as his mouth left hers. “—do that to me with your family all around us.”
“You're welcome,” Ron said. “Now unless you want to have all my nieces and nephews piling in here with us to see what's taking you so long, I suggest that you wake up and get ready for another wonderful day in this snowy August paradise.”
Kara looked askance at him. “They wouldn't do that.”
Ron grinned. “Do you really want to take that chance?”
Kara admitted defeat. “Hand me my robe and get out of here. I've got to find my clothes and my makeup bag.”
Ron did as she asked and left her in peace.
With her muscles protesting every movement, Kara set about getting ready for the new day.
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Chapter Six
“So what are you all going to do today?” Hanna asked as breakfast ground to a close.
“Ski!” half the grandchildren shouted.
The other half probably intended to ski also, but they didn't bother to take their noses out of their video games to answer their grandmother.
“We'll probably go skiing, too,” Ron announced.
His mother, of course, didn't look all that happy about that.
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