Lucy Lawless and Garth Lawless Having Hot Wild Sex

The Sweet Sweet Heavenly Perfect Goddess Lucy's heart was pounding wildly, not yet recovered from the last orgasm and in anticipation. Garth was very excited as well. He loved eating her out, lapping at her everywhere very skillfully as she came, starting from her perineum, through her vulva, and up to her rosebud, and tasting her, especially her delicious come, but he enjoyed banging, or bonking the Kiwi term, the most.

This was what Lucy loved the most too. She rated being eaten out second.

He teased her entrance again. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarth," she moaned incredibly and somewhat softly. "Do me..." she asked.

Garth did not pause again to tease her, very excited himself. He grabbed a pillow and put it under her tushy, propping her up. Her heavenly perfect starfish was also more visible now. He approached her, and grabbed her by her heavenly perfect ankles and pushed them back. She was very flexible. Her bare wet glistening heavenly perfect kitty was now very visible. He rested her ankles on his shoulders and began. She gasped incredibly as he entered her, anticipating it so immensely. She didn't think there was any activity she loved more than pure bonking wild kitty sex.

He began his strokes and she moaned and screamed wildy. She squirmed and bucked her hips toward his, wanting it, more and more. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah...." she said. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaarth! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarth!"

She sounded a bit like a wild teen having sex. Well, she had been. When they were in Kalgoorlie in southwestern Australia. The memories and feelings she treasured so greatly would never leave her. Nor would the incredible sex cease.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she began screaming wildly. Garth was pumping her hard, very hard, and wildly, and she was in indescribable ecstasy and excitement. He exhaled, grunting. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oh yeah Luce! Oh Luce! Yeah..."

His strokes were incredible she thought. Awesome. She began clenching her hands. She was getting nearer to climax. Her breathing and heart rate become higher again. Her pupils had dilated, and her lips darkened. Her nipples were hard and erect, as well as her rosebud, which she pushed against Garth as he pumped her so very vigorously, wild, and hard, and the friction stimulated her incredibly. Her skin became flush and she began to sweat a bit. Her heavenly perfect kitty area had become enormous.

She loved Garth's strokes. Some men might stroke even deeper, but his were just right, she thought, as they also stimulated her mons pubis and rosebud giving her a better, incredible orgasm. She also thought he had a great c*ck. Especially for her.

In memory she recalled how they had did this several times a day in Kalgoorlie, and for a time, briefly wished they had been back there together. Wild teens having incredible non-stop sex, though he was older.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, her voice becoming certainly higher, and she began having wild and rapid muscle contractions.

At the same time, Garth climaxed in her, moaning, and his warm seed began to fill deep in her kitty canal and this intensified her incredible wild pleasure and orgasm. She came incredibly and Garth could feel her, and there were few things she loved more than having him come deeply in her kitty after the most wild incredible sex.

As they finished, and she moaned "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and turned, and Garth moaned, gasping for breath as she was, her tummy rising and falling, he slowly withdrew from her. They were both incredibly slick now and could smell each other's fluids. She loved the smell of wild sex.

Garth, with a post-coital sigh, collapsed onto the bed right next to her. She was still moaning, more softly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she said. "Oh Garth..."

He embraced her in his arms a bit. "I love you Luce," he said.

But it hadn't always been as sentimental. Often they had just had wild bonking kitty sex just for the fun and excitement of it and to pass the time. She recalled the outback again.

They lay there for several minutes. A few neighbors walking outside their flat had heard their moans and Lucy's wild cries and delighted screams especially. They went to peek in the window, and were a few boys. Seeing this, their mother called to them to get away from the apartment's window and they hastily, relucantly obliged. They had a pretty good idea who they had heard. The famous heavenly beautiful actress Lucy Lawless, whose father had been mayor, and her husband, former boyfriend Garth. They had gotten married after they had returned from Australia in 1988, with Lucy accidently pregnant and "knocked up". Boy she had gotten wild with him starting in her late teens! Lucy Ryan...soon becoming Lucy Lawless.

Their mother called them into their own flat. She then saw her daughter laying on the sofa, watching tv. Her sons were giving her looks. "We heard...we heard..." She gave them a look. "Were you looking in Lucy's apartment? Lucy Lawless's? You leave her alone. She's on Air New Zealand Holiday now. A fine young actress."

"But she was...we heard..."

Their mother gave them a look. "You give her some privacy now!" Then she turned to her daughter. Thinking of the famous Lucy across the street, and how she had begun having it wildly so often with her boyfriend when she was seventeen or eighteen, and rumors flew rampant when they had returned, she wondered when her own daughter would begin her sexual life. Thinking of this, she told her to "air out your pussycat hun", then looked around and saw that her sons had heard this and regretted speaking those words then.

Lucy and Garth had stopped panting for a while. Then she turned to him and said, "Again....Gaaaaaaaaaaarth," and crawled off the bed. Completely naked, she got on all fours, assuming the "doggy" position. It was very popular with most women and she really loved it as well. "C'mon Garth..." she said. "You know want it," she teased, and began shaking her beautiful tushy and kitty at him as she spread her legs. Her bare heavenly perfect erotic soles and toes also faced Garth.

"Want it...want it...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth," she said shaking her beautiful heavenly kitty and tushy at him.

Garth just said, "Round two, ride 'em cowboy," and crawled over to where she was. He put his hands on her tushy and caressed them, then rubbed her kitty with his hand. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." she moaned. "Oh yeah....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaarth..."

He began again and entered her, and they began pumping and rocking very wildly. Her loud, high moans and incredible shrieks, pants, and gasps started again. This party was just getting started, she thought.

---

Just a few miles south of them sat Clark Kent. He was in his apartment. He had wept and sobbed for hours thinking of Lucy and how he could never be with her, and how much he wanted her. His tissue box had ran out.

But now he sat in a chair. To an observer he seemed to merely be staring out his window. But they wouldn't know what he was watching. He had been using a combination of his xray and telescopic vision.

He had been, for over an hour, watching Lucy and her husband Garth. And his super hearing could hear her incredible moans and cries well.

By his feet, beneath the chair, was a huge puddle of his white seed. Another substance besides tears that she so incredibly produced in him.

He was speechless as well, mouth open. Oh...My...God...he thought. He might have said "Great Scott!" but that would not even have begun to express it.

---

Early the next morning, after the Sweet Sweet Heavenly Perfect Goddess Lucy :) had had a shower, and prepared herself, Garth drove her in their Citroen 2 CV to Auckland International Airport. It was south of their apartment and he took (roads...). He kissed her goodbye fully on the lips, for a while, embracing with her, before she went up into the plane, elliciting some hoots and ahhhhhs from the crew watching. Clark's heart lept and he felt like weeping again, wishing it was he who could kiss her, but after what he had watched the night before night he was still in incredible shock, stun, and awe.

She and Garth had made incredible wild love for well over an hour. He began by eating her out expertly and fingering her at the same time, in her heavenly perfect kitty and starfish, bringing her to incredible moaning wet shrieking orgasm four times, in different positions, before they began bonking. He loved her incredible delicious taste including her delicious heavenly come. After they had finished in the doggy position, when she was on all fours, panting and sweating so erotically incredibly as they rocked, and he withdrew from her and his hardness was very slick with her heavenly juices, making a squirting sort of sound as he withdrew from her beautiful heavenly kitty as she was on all fours in the doggy position, and their juices had ran and dribbled out of her kitty and onto the carpet, they rested for a while again. But Lucy wasn't done. It took a man a while, at least most men, to recover from orgasm, but Lucy certainly wasn't spent and wanted more. It was like their incredible non-stop bonking in Kalgoorlie when she was eighteen and nineteen.

Not fifteen minutes later, she asked for more. She whispered in his ear her idea. Garth lay on the bed, on his back, and she approached him. She would do all the work this time, he said. She entered and took his erect c*ck in her kitty again, cowgirl style, as he held her hips. She was completely naked still. As they began, with her riding him up and down, moaning incredibly and thrusting her head back, he could see an incredible view of her in amazing moaning, screaming fun, excitement, and ecstasy, her beautiful voluptous breasts, with its erect nipples, bouncing up and down, and her bare beautiful tummy and navel. He was so hard, she felt her absolutely incredible, and using her kitty muscles. He wished he could extend his tongue out and dip it right in her bare navel in front of him, or on her nipples. But he just held her hips in their position and she rode him.

From behind, you could see her beautiful hair, back, glistening with some erotic sweat, tushy, and her beautiful soles and toes as she bounced up and down on her husband's, former boyfriend's, hardness. She recalled how often they did this in Kalgoorlie. The koalas just couldn't get any sleep, and probably neither could the other miners. They would give her drooling, wide, stunned, very interested looks the next day, and looks of envy and amazement to Garth. They were not married, in that registry office there, until 1988 when she finally learned, after over a year of wild kitty bonking with him, that she had become pregant. Or "knocked up" they called it. She had told her friends when she had returned to Auckland, "Yeah, we were just like *beep* non-stop, with nothing else to do there anyway, and I got knocked up."

Catholics didn't use condoms, nor were they supposed to have intercourse before marriage, but life was short, very short, they were in love, she loved intercourse, it was incredibly exciting and felt so great, like nothing else, and there was nothing better to do there she thought. She was a very live-in-the-moment person.

As they bonked wildly and incredibly in the cowgirl position, Garth thought if she just leaned over some he could caress her beautiful breasts. He couldn't reach them. Lucy felt more in control in this position. Garth could also delay his orgasm better than in the missionary position, with him on top. After some time though, she leaned forward and to support herself on her hands.

Lucy did feel more in control, and more dominant, in this position. It was among her favorites. Though if Garth had held and pinned her arms from behind, he would feel more dominant, and her submissive, and they had also tried this variation a number of times, including in Kalgoorlie.

Garth could relax in this position though, and Lucy could control the depth, angle, and intensity of his penetration. That was one reason she liked it so much. She really loved sex, especially kitty intercourse.

As she moaned "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh yeah Garth!" she began rubbing her hard, erect, large beautiful rosebud with her hand. Garth, seeing her get off so incredibly, began caressing her beautiful bare buttocks at the same time, and put his middle finger in her starfish. He began stimulating her there as she cried out incredibly and unbelievably, in her starfish. He loved the tight warm incredible feeling inside her as* as well. She hadn't consented to anal sex, but especially in the throes of ecstasy she loved his finger in there. And she liked the fact that it was his middle finger, making her feel even more excited by the act. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth....yeah Garth....get your middle finger in there, she thought.

At other times when they had done this he had stimulated her rosebud as well, and he made a note to do it on the next occasion. They could also use this position with him sitting on the sofa and her in his lap, facing him, and they could kiss passionately as he penetrated her. He could also kiss and lick her breasts, and stimulate and finger her starfish from behind. He thought that would be next on the "menu" right after she came back from Queenstown and made a mental note of this!

After she had came and had her incredible orgasm in the cowgirl position as she bounced him as he lay on his back on the bed, and she withdrew and fell beside him, panting, moaning, and breathing hard, she said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaarth....Gaaaaaaarth...one more time....just one more time...."

He told he'd love to but was worried Doc and Warwick would return home soon and might request a "piece of the action," and Warwick especially a "a piece of her sweet as*", knowing she really didn't want him, or even Garth, doing her in there. She elbowed him and giggled, and tossed a pillow on him. Then, rising, after several minutes, she crawled over him and said, "C'mon Gaaarth....c'mon....you know you want my sexy p***y Garth! You know you want my p***y!"

He certainly did, and made a motion and grabbed her beautiful, wet, enlargened, widened kitty with his hand, and she yelped delightedly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth....that's the idea...that's the spirit," she said. Then she got back on the floor and assumed the doggy position again. "C'mon baby," she said.

Garth thought they might do that on the bed next time, but she was all ready again on the floor. Could he get it up again? Then he saw her shaking her beautiful tushy and kitty at him again, legs wide, and he knew he could. He loved her smell as well, her kitty was so heavenly fragrant. Even now, as it dribbled his white seed and it covered its heavenly lips.

He turned on some Van Morrison rock music on the CD player. He said, "Luce, when you get back, we can do this six, seven times in a row, I'll buy a dildo so you won't have to wait as long after I come."

Her heart was pounding excitedly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth!" she said. "Yeah baby! What happened to our last one?"

"I think...don't know...lost it maybe? Maybe Doc or Warwick took it. They probably sucked on it thinking of you. Bet they didn't know that one time I put it up your sweet as*."

That was one time they had gotten more wild than usual as she really preferred it in her kitty. "Ohhhhhhhh," she chuckled. "I guess Warwick did finally get a piece of my as* he's been wanting and asking for all these years!"

The rock music was pounding now. Lucy, as well as Garth, thought it was good *beep* music. Especially for the doggy style, they thought.

He entered her again from behind, this time tugging on her beautiful hair a bit. The music was rather loud, but not loud enough certainly to cover her incredible wild loud moans and shrieks of delight, excitement, and ecstasy.

They were like young Kiwi hippies *beep* non-stop wildly to rock music, panting and sweating and moaning.

Garth thought of a ton more positions they could do again when she returned, including the leapfrog position. But now he could hardly think of anything except for incredible she felt as he entered her and she screamed and shrieked with amazing pleasure and delight, and panting. Their *beep* made an audible, slick noise as he went in and out of here as it had before. She was incredibly wet now.

One reason Lucy loved the doggy position so much, besides its incredible exciting animalistic sense, was that it provided better, probably the best, stimulation of her G-spot. She could feel it now, as he pounded her with his c*ck again, and screamed and moaned incredibly and loudly.

This time, Garth stroked her hard, beautiful, erect rosebud with his right hand and thumb as he banged in her giving her the most incredible time and pleasure.
As she listened to the rock music, and he *beep* and rubbed her to the beat, her bare naked beautiful breasts, with its erect beautiful nipples, swishing back and forth erotically as they bonked, she wished it never end and they could do it again and again and again. Wild kitty sex was absolutely her favorite thing in the world to do.

"Ride...oh yeah...oh yeah Luce...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....oh Luce....ride that cowgirl!" he said and even gave her some playful spanks on her bare beautiful tushy. In the incredible ectasy she cried out even more and loved it.

Finally he came into her, and she came as well, and they withdrew, so slick, dripping onto the carpet again, and the CD player was on the next song. They panted, especially she. Then she turned over onto the carpet and moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Garth....oh God Garth.....Garth...", she turned toward him and spread her legs, showing her beautiful glistening wet large kitty, full of his come, and said, "Oh Garth....eat my p***y again...just one more time...please...baby....oh Garth...."

Garth knew how delicious she tasted. This would be her going away present. He scooped her up in his arms, put her on the bed, and then leaned over and ate out and fingered her beautiful kitty again incredibly and wildly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarth...ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh....eat my p***y!" she cried in an incredible high voice. Finally she came again, so deliciously, and she held her pressed his head between her legs hard as he was eating her. He lapped her all up again deliciously. When he was done, and she, panting hard, and laying back and turning on the bed, her bare navel exposed and vulnerable as her tummy rose and feel, he licked her bare stomach again a little, depositing a little of her own juices there, in her navel, and then tongue kissed her wildly. She could taste herself.

That had been all for the evening, but the greatest they had had in a while. He rose to take a shower. The other residents had returned when Garth was showering, and Lucy stayed her in room, clothed. But there was no doubt what they had been doing. The room, and she, smelled of it, there were stains on the carpet, the mattress was crooked, the CD had played, and her beautiful hair was messed. She also really looked it too. They could also tell by how she walked and moved. There was no hiding it at all. And the next day, walking in the airport, she really felt her kitty wider as he banged with it so much and so hard, and when she thought of this on the plane, looking out the window, and of his lips on her, in her kitty, she grew wet and unconsciously licked her lips. She looked so post-coital there was not really a chance of hiding it. But she put on her best show, knowing people knew, and tried to focus her mind on the Queenstown filming.

In all he had eaten her out incredibly four times, then banged her incredibly wildly hard four times, and then finally ate her out again awesomely as she had begged for it, for the fifth time. She counted that. But there were days in Kalgoorlie when they had banged, or bonked, more.

The Air New Zealand jet would take only an hour and forty-five minutes to reach Queenstown, on the South Island, from Auckland. It was a short flight. She looked forward to the fun-filled episode, including skiing and bunjee jumping, but thought of returning home and her daughter most greatly. And more incredible sex.