Lucy Lawless and Garth Lawless Having Hot Wild Sex

The Air New Zealand jet had landed in Auckland International Airport in less than two hours, and Garth had picked the Sweet Sweet Heavenly Perfect Goddess Lucy :) up in their Citroen 2 CV. They hugged, deeply and longingly, and passionately, with immense care and love for each other. For a while it seemed their own difficulties together did not matter, only that she was safe. She wept a bit as she hugged him deeply and passionately.

He drove northwest, to their flat in the Grey Lynn district, on Crummer Road. Her co-habitants wanted to see her and hug her, and give her all their love, concern, and relief, and their problems seemed to dwindle away in comparison. But she at first went to her bedroom, and, removing her overclothes, and shoes and socks, already, took a nap and fell asleep. Barefoot.

She wanted to say that she even felt sorry, and sympathy, for Two, especially because of what happened to him as a child, despite what he had done to her. She did not visit him, and knew he was in big trouble, as she had warned him, but she thought of sending him something despite everything with her incredible compassion. But, considering all, perhaps it was best not done.

Garth had asked her a few questions and she had responded, saying she would tell more later, and when she said that Two even had a small whip Garth grew a bit pale and very angry, and she told him it looked like an S & M whip. Garth seemed a little more relieved by that.

She had hugged Daisy, so tenderly and lovingly, and they held each other, as she had with Garth. "Mummy's fine," she said. "Don't worry sweetie. Mummy's just fine."

As she slept, she had the oddest dream. She was back on their boat, and tied up on the bed, naked. Two and Three were tickling her feet, her bare soles, with a Maori feather, and she was just laughing at them and at the tickling. "This is the price of taking our land, Kiwi woman!" Two had said. She wondered what it was about her bare soles, toes, and feet that attracted men so much. She knew she had really, really beautiful lovely delicious arousing erotic perfect feet and toes, but really! Tickling her soles with a Maori feather...

She awoke from the dream a few hours later, and told Garth about it. "I had the oddest, funniest, dream. It was goofy," she said. The experience had been harrowing but somehow her subconscious had seemed to make more lightly of it in that dream. Garth said he wished that had been all they did to her.

"So Superman saved the day again?" he asked.

"Yeah...I guess he did. I love that guy. Who doesn't?" she asked.

Garth nodded. "I'm so grateful to him, that he's always looking out for you. I just hope he doesn't have any secret crushes."

Lucy giggled. "Even if he does, honey, do you think anyone could take you away from me? Unless we decided to go apart?" She touched his face lovingly.

He remembered their ten erotic bonking months together in Kalgoorlie and grinned. He really felt very sorry for all she had been through in Queenstown. This made what Mike at Clive Green's did with her pale in comparison. They embraced lovingly. Soon they began to kiss, increasing in passion.

As Daisy was asleep again, it was not long before her clothes were off. All of them. She got on the carpet on all fours, in her favorite position. Garth entered her again, and began pounding, thrusting, incredibly. Their bonking in Kalgoorlie had been relentless, there was no end to it. Sometimes when reading a map they would stop periodically and take a break and f*k so wildly and incredibly, again and again.

Lucy panted and moaned, incredibly, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth! You know you want my sexy p***y! You know you want my sexy p***y! Want it! Want it! Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! F*K ME! F*K MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! F*K ME GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTH!" in incredible indescribable wild orgasmic ecstasy. He soon came in her, exploding, filling her heavenly sexy perfect kitty, intensifying her orgasm.

As he withdrew, slickly, her juices dripping on the carpet from him, their breathing, especially hers, finally relaxed and lessened in rate. She sighed finally and said, "Thank you Garth. I really needed that." And she had.

She wanted it again. Garth had an idea. He might pretend to go for her kitty again, as she assumed the same position, and take her by surprise and enter her a*s. But, considering some of their difficulties, and what she had just been through, he decided against that. Instead, he told her his idea. It would be like a special wild treat after what she had been through. And, he recalled, he really loved the feeling of being up her sweet sweet fine as*, so tight and warm and lovely, tender, feeling so wonderful, the last time as his entire length was in her rectum as she had sat on him as he made love to her kitty with his right hand.

She didn't know why, but she said she would try it, and agreed to it. This once, she told him.

Her heart was pounding as she assumed the doggy position again, completely naked. But this time, she wore a rectangular, bronze colored necklace. She considered wearing her jade tiki, and might in the future, but recalling those Maori she though she would wear the other necklace for now. Garth suggested some Van Morrison rock music, but since it was their first time doing this, and he really wanted to listen to her, they decided against it.

Garth could see her bare, erotic beautiful soles on the floor and carpet in front of him, and the back of her toes. Her beautiful perfect buttocks glistened, with a slight sheen of sweat on them and down her beautiful back. A difference was there was a lack of visual stimulation for her in this position, unlike missionary, and she couldn't see what he was doing, or when. But this heightened anticipation and excitement. Her heart was pounding and her breathing faster, panting. Her necklace hung in front of her. Besides it, she was completely naked. They looked a little like young Kiwi hippies.

Garth spread her beautiful butt wide. He saw her beautiful, tender starfish. So sweet. He spat largely on his hand, with saliva, and then began rubbing it on her starfish as she began panting in the position, bowing her head. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth..." she said. She thought she might get used to anal sex and really like it. But that would remain to be seen.

He lightly touced her starfish with his finger, exploring it and rubbing it, sending wild pleasure shock waves throughout her body. He had considered using the AstroGlide, as anal sex without lube was not very safe for the woman due to the delicacy of the linings in her rectum, but he had forgotten it and was using his saliva instead. He rubbed his saliva all over her starfish as she panted and moaned, and shut her eyes, and he penetrated her there with a slick, lubricated finger. She moaned incredibly again.

She felt like stroking her rosebud as he did this, at it was hard and large now, and erect, as well as her beautiful nipples, but she stayed in the positon with her hands on the floor. There was something rather submissive-dominant about the position, especially with anal sex, and the idea that he could have so much pleasure by putting himself in that part of her aroused her.

He began fingering inside her anus. She shut her eyes, wanting it, liking it, the new sensation, as it produced much wild, taboo, pleasure for her. Garth had made sure his fingernails were cut short so he wouldn't scratch or hurt her there. He thought, and Warwick had told him about this, that a woman's rectum can rather easily accomodate not only fingers but a large penis, if done properly.

Garth pushed his finger further in. She shut her eyes, concentrating, panting, and moaning. Work it, wooooooooooooooooooork it, she thought. She hoped they wouldn't be interrupted. Garth felt her anus give a little way, and his finger went in further. As she tried to relax, though it wasn't as easy at first, but now that she found how erotic the feeling and act was, she did this better, Garth felt her muscles relax and he pushed further. He thought he might use more fingers. But, then she began feeling a little burning sensation, and irritation, and she didn't like that. She thought he should stop if this continued, but as he took her there, it was so exciting, she didn't want to tell him.

Garth wiggled his finger deeper. The inside of her rectum was soft and very comfy. So sweet he thought, as with all of her. Lucy did think it was interesting sensation. Garth tried moving his finger around in different directions. He was streching her rectum more to prepare it for his c*ck.

She tensed and relaxed her anus around his finger. "Oh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarth," she moaned heavenly. He thought, where is that dildo, it would be great in her.

As he hadn't started with licking her anus, he tried something else, and worked another finger into her there. It was called positillioning. Warwick had told him about it. He was the as* man he thought, and had done this with his wife. It was the insertion of the fingers into the anus and involved massaging it and the rectum. Lucy gasped and moaned incredibly, shutting her eyes.

Garth had both his index and middle finger in her there. He ran his fingers over her anal opening, kneading and pressing it. It was like giving her a massage there. He wiggled the tip of his other finger, and it slid in fairly easily. Garth thought, we might do this with her in this position on a green blanket we have, next time.

He felt the thick, strong, muscular rings of her anus, and beyond it, her rectum. He explored in her, pushing his finger as far as it could go, flicking back and forth. Garth thought if they did this with her laying down he could put his mouth on her rosebud, and other fingers in her kitty. He thought there were few sensations that could give her as powerful and sweet an orgasm, without a c*ck, than with his mouth on her rosebud and fingers in her as* and kitty.

But, he really wanted her to be wild and prepared for his c*ck. He wanted her to enjoy the experience. So he began licking her there on her starfish. He spread her tushy far apart with his hands and saw her beautiful starfish. He ran his tongue over her anus, licking it in soft wet strokes and circling it. She moaned incredibly, in a higher voice. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth!" she said. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over her opening there, and then pushed his tongue in her there as far as it would go, stroking it in her there back and forth. She was going wild with incredible pleasure, and panting. He brushed his lips over her there and then sucked hard on her anus. She moaned so incredibly, stunningly, and highly. She tried to push down and relax her anus, expanding it a little outward and giving Garth more area to carress and nibble at. She was really loving this.

But then it came. He c*ck, so fully erect and hard, began pressing into her there. First his head, then his shaft, gradually working it in her as she moaned and panted in the position, sweating beautifully further. Her necklace shook as they rocked in the position. She shut her eyes, concentrating, taking it in, all the pleasure and excitement.

She felt a strange feeling like she had to go as his entire length gradually worked in her, and Garth was careful, but she did not and this gradually left.
She worked on her breathing, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly as he fully penetrated her. She shut her eyes, and a glisten of sweat was visible on her. She concentrated. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth, she thought.

This was something Garth, and God knows Warwick, wanted to do with her and Garth and finally gotten the opportunity. She enjoyed it best she could and was really getting wild with it. Not something all good Catholic girls might do, she thought, but she had recently stopped going to church, and besides, what they had done relentlessly in Kalgoorlie for ten months certainly hadn't been either. Life's very short, she thought. Spread the love...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth...he was certainly spreading her love.

As Garth was pushing, she fully drew his c*ck into her as*. Then, with his hands firmly on her hips, and the sides of her beautiful buttocks, he began thrusting and pumping, moving his hips forward and back, as she concentrated, eyes shut from time to time, panting and moaning. She moved with him, and this all allowed for deep penetration.

Garth could feel and see the beautiful glisten and sheen of sweat on her as he did this, and Lucy could fell her necklace sway back and forth. They should try this with her kitty next again, after he'd washed off his c*ck, she thought.
And to Van Morrison rock music! Non-stop relentless Kiwi hippy sex, again. And this on the green blanket, with her on it, in this position, though she wouldn't smoke green unlike some of her other co-habitants.

Garth tried to control himself, but she felt so wonderful and tight and warm and soft and sweet, he just couldn't, and started pumping her very rapidly. She continued to moan like this as they rocked back and forth rapidly, she panting, and suddenly she began crying out incredibly, wildly, highly, and loudly with orgasm, before he came. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed wildly.

It took Garth a little longer, but he came not long after, she felt so tight and wonderful and soft and incredible there, and then she felt his warm seed fill deep inside her rectum. Their rocking, and her panting, slowed, and he withdrew from her, finally, slickly. His seed dribbled out of her beautiful starfish, down her buttocks, and landed on the carpet. That was why they would use the green rug the next time, he thought, with her on it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said, moaning. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," then she fell on the ground.

Garth's breathing slowed. He asked, "Luce, what's wrong, that was incredible! You have got one fine tushy, one fine soft wonderful warm tight tender sweet as*," he said. "We should do this more often."

"Oh Garth," she said after awhile, sweating less, "I hope you enjoyed that, but now my as* burns. It was incredible as you did it, but now it feels...oh man...bigger...God..."

Garth shook his head. "Sorry Luce, that's what anal sex is all about. Feels absolutely great for me, and for you too as I do it, though maybe just a bit painful, and then afterwards it might burn in you a little. And your wider, gaping. It'll go back after a while. Long as we don't do it again soon. That's what it's all about. Warwick told me. His wife's used to it. Just think, it's so erotic isn't it! We can have a lot of variety, if you ever get sore in front."

She nodded, on the floor. "I do...but this feels...oh My God. If that's what it's like for me after anal sex, I don't know. I'm open to a lot of things, but..."

Garth understood. He said, "I'll use Astroglide next time. Sorry. But I thought my spit would more erotic. My idea. Anyway, we'll get that green rug under you next time when we do this, so we won't have stains on the carpet. And Lucy do!" he laughed. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yummy! Lucy do!" he jested.

She rolled her eyes. "You want some Lucy do! Want some Lucy do! Want it! Want it! Want it!" She had said this shaking her kitty at him earlier and now she was laughing. She pointed to her beautiful butt and opened her legs wide again. "Want some Lucy do!" she said again.

Garth rose and chuckled. "You taste like strawberry ice cream there!" he said. He had eaten her as* out too.

She blushed. "Yeah, you wish! Strawberry ice cream! Garth says my as* and Lucy do taste like strawberry ice cream!"

Garth nodded, "Well, you did! Just don't let Warwick find out, he couldn't get enough."

Suddenly the door bell rang. Garth quickly zipped his pants, and went to take a peek. "It's Warwick" he yelled.

Oh My God, she thought. She really didn't think she liked the afterburn of anal sex. It wasn't that comfortable. The act itself, very erotic and intimate, but afterwards...

She rose from the carpet, heading for the shower. It was then that the phone rang. She fumbled for it, and picked it up. It was the chief. The chief executive producer of Air New Zealand Holiday. "Lucy!" he said. "I've been so concerned...oh my God...how are you...I heard what happened in Queenstown...I'm so sorry...those people are crazy...thank God for Superman!"

She agreed and thanked him deeply, and said she was alright but needed some time off, understandably.

The chief said he had called earlier, but was put on speaker. "Were you alright? It sounded like you were screaming! I hoped those Maori hadn't found you again or something..." He played the tape for her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She was screaming. "F*K ME!" she had screamed. "F*K MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she had screamed.

Oh My God, she thought. "We heard it in the office, it was all over," the chief said. "Lucy are you alright?"

Then he played more of it, and she heard herself, "Want some Lucy do! Want some Lucy do!"

She blushed, very embarrassed. "Ahhhhhh...oh my God," she just said into the phone.

There went her sweet reputation. "A beautiful lady, lovely looking in fact. But what a foul, foul mouth!" one of the Holiday executives said, an elderly lady.

Uh oh...oh My God...it was on tape. Oh My God...Warwick was the least of her problems now.

Then suddenly she heard in the phone the chief say, "Clark! Clark Kent! What are you doing! Did you just wet your pants! My God Mr. Kent! My...get a new pair of pants! Mr. Kent!"

Then, a stammering, "Uh...s-sorry chief...I just heard her on the tape on speaker...sounds like she...oh My God....sorry...I think I need some new underpants...oh my God...Lucy...."

"Wha...what's that on the carpet there...it's wet..." the chief said.
"MR. KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!" he boomed uncontrollably.

Lucy couldn't help but start giggling and she accidently dropped the phone and continued laughing, and nearly fell into the shower so amused. Poor old Clark. Sweet old Clark. It looked like she had gotten him again! This time with her relentless orgasms!

The End