Chapter 12
WHEN I CAME OUT OP THE BATHROOM that adjoined his bedroom, having made myself as dainty and fresh as possible, he was stretched out naked on the bed. The angle and size of his prick made me shiver. I was nude, too, except for my nylons and imagine black mini-garter belt. He had hinted that I would look sexier that way, and any bright girl can take a hint.
I felt no shame in exposing my bare pussy; my panties had come off in the living room. "Wow!" he exclaimed.
I gazed longingly at his penis and whistled. "Wow, again!"
Oh, it was good to be able to kid around, which decreased my nervousness; I just had to be a good lay.
I walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over him, my titties sloping eagerly downward.
"Honey, will you let me play around awhile first?" I asked, trembling.
"Hell, yes! You're about the most provocative chick I was ever with!"
"I mean, you're the boss," I murmured, "but I've got a kind of hang-up that goes way back..."
He winked. "I understand. Whenever you want to take the lead, well, just give me the signal."
I weaved my bottom. "like this?"
His hand reached out, claiming my pussy. No more shyness, no more lady-like behavior; I wanted to shed that old bugaboo, as a snake sheds its skin. I hunched on his hand, lowering my breasts, brushing my tender nipples across his broad, tanned chest. Fizzy tremors shook me.
"Ohhhh, my gosh!" I breathed.
"Already?" he kidded.
I straddled him, quickly. His hands went to my burning titties; I spread out and lowered my pussy to his prick. I pressed it down to his muscular flat belly, feeling the wet lips of my cunt shiver at the white-hot contact.
I slid my half-opened twat along the swollen under-ridge of his big wand. I could wait for the entrance. I'd have to, have to, ohhh ... because I was coming again!
I flattened on him, worming my rump around, around. My erect clitoris rubbed the heat of his cock, and the honeyed shivers seized me. I let go, writhing and panting and rocking until the bed creaked.
"Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh ... my God!" I moaned. The bunching and spasming of my loins was communicated up to my titties; they throbbed their pleasure, too.
Resting on him, still trembling, I nuzzled his throat and murmured my thanks. I was at a stage of arousal I hadn't known before, because my subconscious wasn't fighting me; he adored me, and I was crazy about him, and what a difference it made!
The tense sessions with John I had hated the most.
Always waiting, hoping, never quite attaining. That was in the past now. Sure, I had learned from the others; I hadn't learned much at home.
He nudged upward with his hips and cupped my rump, pressing down.
"If you don't stop..." I warned, giggling. His fingers stole between my legs from behind, and touched the lower edge of my pussy. I rose a bit, naturally! I was so glad he wasn't rushing me, wanting his big prick in me, just yet.
"You'll what?" he teased. His finger slid into my cunt.
"I'll ... have another thrill ... " I breathed. "Please do."
"Ohh, honey ... will you. do something else for me, now?" I lowered my mouth to his and stroked my tongue in deep and fast then drew away, my lips forming into an O. I felt so reckless and carefree; the yearning was a continuous kind of burning, making me alive, all over.
"I think I can take a hint," he whispered.
I turned around above him; it seemed as natural as the splash of water trickling downhill. I felt his tremor of renewed interest. But I didn't want him to come yet. Not for a long, long time.
He caressed my hips and thighs as he brought my pussy close to his mouth. I spread out, curling down nearer, nearer.
At the same time I had his big shaft in my fingers, bracing on my left hand, my lips open, the big head of his prick tempting me, luring me. Why hadn't John done this? Why had he made me feel so inferior, as though I were somehow repulsive to him? I didn't care now. It was happening, at last! With a man I loved.
His mouth fastened on my pussy and I opened my lips, seeing the foreskin slip back from the pink glans. I took his knob lovingly into my mouth, and suddenly my come was starting ... ohhhhh...! So different than with another girl, so much more compelling, so right.
The delectable shudders in my loins nearly swamped me. His tongue was drawing the honey from my puss in sweet waves-sweet, hot, quick waves. The feel of his prick in my mouth was simply delicious! It enriched the flow of my passion, making my titties harden and tingle.
I couldn't shout-but I wanted to. I floated dreamily down from the peak not using my tongue too much. I didn't want him to explode yet. He relaxed, and I swung around again, nestling at his side, swooning with joy.
"I'm going to call you Miss Quick-Trigger," he breathed, patting my rump.
"Ohh, you just make me ... do it and do it," I giggled.
"Wonderful!"
"I want you to take over now, honey," I whispered. "Hmm. In due time. Care if I play around a while, first?"
"Honey, do anything!"
We rested awhile. He couldn't know how much this meant to me, to be able to talk, to let my wishes be known. Already the other men and girls I had been intimate with were fading away in my thoughts. Jud was purging me of old ideas, of old fears and doubts. I could be just as playful as I wished; and I felt a sureness about the whole thing that was entirely new.
It was more than just sex; it was a closeness to someone who cared, someone who wanted me for keeps. Every caress of his said so, and I hoped mine did, too.
With gentle, loving care he began to take me over. Leaning above me he started kissing my titties, and I gloried in his thoroughness. My swollen, responsive mounds were white mountains, receiving the best attention they had ever received. My nipples had never been so alive to anyone's tongue and lips; I was getting the first real boobie-kissing of my life.
Meanwhile his hands floated over my body, along my waist, between my outspread thighs, from knee to vee, touching me as though I were very precious, fondling with a skill that made me writhe and moan and dig my fingers in his shoulders.
The hunger to have him inside, in deep and big and hot, was so overpowering I was dying with anticipation. I executed small, inviting hunches; I curved my pussy up so he could touch every part of it, explore every inch. I had known sex before; now I was getting love. What a difference it made!
Swapping seemed to me now to be kind of admission of failure at home. And just why a husband and wife should feel constraint is one of those mysteries I didn't care to diagnose, because I was having much too much fun.
Finally, after playing around with me until I was nearly frantic, giving my pussy almost as many caresses as my titties received, kissing my thighs, my tummy, he moved into the taking position.
I was in such a state of dreamy expectation, so eager and readied and expanded, that his huge pink knob at the lips of my cunt seemed to sear my shivery flesh. My cunt fluttered and responded in a new way, drawing a fierce moan from my throat.
I drew my legs way back, still spread so he could lick my nipples. He had a pillow under my rump and two under my head, so I could watch-and I did, avidly.
"Ohhh!" I cried, as he went snugly, gloriously inward. The huge brown shaft disappeared in my honey-pot, and all my dreams about being totally possessed, bladed, pinned to the bed, were dramatically realized.
I moaned again as muscles in my pussy clenched and unclenched; his own moan of pleasure heightened my thrill. The way he braced himself there was no discomfort; he lowered his head to my titties and flicked his tongue against my burning spikes.
He stroked again, slowly and surely, hitting bottom. My God it was just too much. I had been screwed before, but I had never been so utterly, keenly aware of each tiny nuance of delight. I didn't have to voluntarily tighten my cunt; it was shivering and clasping his prick with intoxicating surges. Each wild pound of my heart sent traces of joy through my whole being. A big, healthy girl like me just had to have it, ohh, have it ... ohhh have it; had to be filled, again and again and again!
A bright girl can tell when a man is sex-starved; Jud's tremors, the flexings of his prick, his harsh breathing were communicating like a magic salve. He needed me, fiercely. He had lived alone a long time. Now it was his turn to have the ultimate pleasure.
Even in my position, I met his virile thrusts; I rotated my hips, I panted unashamedly. I was intent on giving him all the voluptuous sensations that he hadn't had for many long months, and you know, by concentrating on pleasing him I had a whole bundle of extra thrills.
I knew I was going to make it big. He was just that kind of man; he was used to success, he knew how to make a girl come alive. I had never been so sure of anything in all my life. I was his woman, totally. Each honeyed throb of my pelvis, each sugary nuance of rising joy, shouted my victory.
The bed sighed a sweet, slow music; I was getting screwed as I had never been screwed in my whole life.
I was making out ... Ohhh, I was making out ... In and out ... in and out; a long pause, and then more, more, more. I was climbing a mountain in stages-one rich plateau after another-catching my breath before the next rise. The erotic tension grew. Stab, stab, stab. A long dreamy wait. Stab, stab, stab.
Ohh, he was so considerate with me, so gentle even when he buried it deep and let it soak for heavenly seconds. It had to end, though. I couldn't wait much longer.
His breath drew in, he quaked, his cock swelled and stiffened even more; the wild achy craving inside me ballooned to ecstatic heights.
This was it!
He gripped me and pounded into my depths. My passion erupted so completely-in my titties, in my pelvis, in my thighs-I suddenly knew the real, true meaning of going off.
I exploded all over the place. Sharp, wild clenchings greeted his virile thrusts; my pussy throbbed involuntarily, completely, utterly. I was on a high pillow, moaning and writhing like a savage, and the swell and beat of his come, as his juice spurted into my spasming cunt, made me transcend all my previous emotional experiences.
He collapsed on me, full length, and the hard weight of him, as I tightened my thighs around him, still bucking as the honeyed thrills continued, ripped a cry from my throat. Then I was lost in the ebb tide of my passion. My pussy still vibrated, my titties throbbed.
"Darling, I didn't think it could ever be like this," he panted gratefully, still buried in me, deep and warm and true.
"Ohh, I didn't either!" I cried.
He sighed. "We're pretty good, aren't we?"
I giggled, hunching. "The very best, honey!"
"Am I too heavy?"
"Ohhh, no!" I said, happily.
"You're going to stay all night, aren't you?"
"You couldn't drive me out, honey." I giggled. "Do you recover fast?"
A tensing of his lovely big prick gave me the answer I craved. My pussy throbbed right back, giving him an answer, too.