Chapter 9
"Oh, now I'm scared," Betti murmured, hiding her face against Robert's shoulder. His arm around her waist was very reassuring. She knew he would do everything just right, but she wished to hell now she was not a virgin.
It was Saturday afternoon. He had called her early and told her to slip aboard the Mary Jane if she really wanted a little more fun, and at one o'clock she had. It was a neat new cruiser he was supposedly taking out for a shakedown run. He had dropped anchor in a Wooded cove; they were together in the luxurious cabin, and this was it.
"If you're afraid of getting knocked, don't," he murmured, his fingers opening the front of her blouse. "I had a vasectomy years ago."
He asked me to wear something feminine and I did, she thought, shivering. But getting fixed is not what worries me! I'm already nuts about him, and this'll make things even stickier. I hate to be just another "piece of ass!" And I WILL be. He has a beautiful wife, and that Misti, too. But if I didn't want to get fucked I wouldn't be here!
"I'm glad of that," she giggled nervously. Somehow she had to relax, be sort of casual about it, but of course he would soon know she had never been screwed! A virgin at eighteen was almost ridiculous.
She wasn't as pretty as Misti or as sensual-looking as Maria, but he did want her or he wouldn't have asked. Maybe her responses, her violent climax on his hand the night before, made her desirable. He was old enough to be her father! She was just another silly girl after a sneaky fuck from a sophisticated man with strong glands who knew how to send a girl into orbit.
"Like your outfit, Betti," he said into her hair, his fingers slipping inside her blouse. Oh, it felt simply dreamy!
"After you called I went into town and bought it," she giggled. "The salesgirl said if I didn't score in this it would be my own fault."
He laughed. "You ought to wear skirts and blouses and nylons more often. "Didn't know you had such terrific legs."
"I was real slow growing up," she said. His fingers closed on her right tittie; she shivered again, held her mouth up for a kiss. He took her lips gently, his tongue flirting provocatively. They were seated on the edge of a wide bunk, her shorty skirt hem riding back along her thighs; she spread them as she had the night before, natch!
Oh, don't think about him fucking Maria and Misti! she thought. After all that, he must be SOME man. I loved it when Maria got me off, too-I can't hate her. Ohhhh, my clit's really burning! Ever since he called, I've been tingling all over,
As his mouth burrowed into her hungry lips, he spread the halves of her blouse, and how glad she was she had not worn a bra. Maybe she would around the office, at work. She had already decided to stop wearing Levi pants and boyish shirts on the job; dressing like a girl made her feel so much more feminine. And Robert might give her a few ass pinches!
He was so clever with her titties, stroking and playing until her nipples simply ached for his mouth. She didn't have a big pair, but he liked them! Now his tongue began that deep, voluptuous diving, and her tongue answered. Somehow he knew a girl needed plenty of mouth and tongue. The night before had been swift and volcanic, she had been over-stimulated by the trio scene, but this belonged to just him and her.
Oh, it was sneaky and wrong, but plenty of single girls went for affairs with older men they could trust. She had held his wonderful thick cock, climaxed deliciously against his hand. They were far from strangers! All those weeks of hoping he would notice her, dreaming about him when she played with her pussy, being so terribly envious of Maria ... that was behind her now. She had tasted glory in his arms; this time she was going to be competently and thoroughly fucked.
She reached for his cock bulge, squeezed it boldly, moaned into his mouth, her hips squirming on the resilient surface of the bunk. Oh, his prick felt good! Her clitoris was singing, almost like the soft music that floated from the hidden speakers.
He had not offered her a drink; she didn't need one, intoxicated by his nearness.
His mouth lifted. He leaned back and looked at her naked titties. Her skirt was back to her crotch. His eyes bored, his cock lump thickened.
"Very pretty," he smiled. "That salesgirl was right."
"Oh, I hope so!" she breathed, her heart thumping furiously.
Robert felt the sharp, heady fever a new pussy always stirred in him. He had wondered about her, the long clean lines of her bod, but Levi pants and mannish shirts didn't do much for him. Very bright and good at her work, with the mannerisms of a girl much younger than eighteen, she seemed more at ease around Maria than him. And Maria had sampled it first.
"But I didn't even undress her," Maria had said that morning. "You and Misti came home and she split. I did pop her fun gun, though."
"I think I'll try it," he had laughed. Maria didn't know he had gotten her off too.
"Haven't you got enough pussy around here now?" she had smiled.
Fuck that. A real man never had enough cunt. He had not exhausted himself with Maria and Misti. They had all gone to bed early and he was able to regenerate swiftly. He wanted to plant a big load way up in Betti's cunt-after he enjoyed her for a couple of hours or so.
Now, with Betti all gussied up, blouse open to show her sweet pear-shaped titties, nyloned shanks spread for his pleasure, an aroma of fresh young girl in his nostrils, he was sailing high. She was fondling his basket as if she owned it; her brown eyes were shiny, she was breathing unevenly. Delightful!
"Let's see your panties," he smiled, tweaking her sharp, light brown nipples. They were delicately banded with pale pink flesh, already tumesced. In a bikini she would be sensational.
"Oh, you teaser!" she giggled. But her hand drew away from his cock lump and she held back the hem of her shorty skirt. Bright red panties, sheer enough to reveal her pussy bush. The untanned thigh flesh between her nylon tops and her cunt mound offered a fine visual feast.
"Yes, very cute," he grinned. "Been letting your dates play around there?"
She blushed, hiding her face against his shoulder. Her right hand returned to his basket. A slow, eager lift of her hips, a tremble of her body, brought fuck sap out of his cockhead.
"I-don't have any boyfriends-young guys don't interest me, at all."
Maybe girls did, although he had seen none of them hanging around, either. Maria had made it far enough to bust Betti's cookies, and they surely would have fucked if he hadn't interrupted things the day before. Interesting.
"Well, a sexy chick like you needs some fun once in a while," he murmured.
"Oh, please-go ahead, Robert!" she breathed, trembling again. "I-haven't been around much, at all!"
"All the better for me," he murmured, gliding his play hand between her spread open thighs. He started at one knee and worked inward, enjoying every second of it. He kissed her throat, creeping his lips down toward her jutting, virginal-looking tits. Her hips lifted again, her shiver was very exciting. Her breasts arched forward, his fingers touched the warm smooth flesh of her thighs only inches from her pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed. "Oh, Robert!"
"I sure liked the way you went off yesterday," he murmured.
She shivered, leaning closer. He could tell his words bruised her a little. No with-it coed could be that naive. Lots of them said they hadn't had much experience, and he knew damn well she got her goodies somehow. No chick could get it off the way she had without practice. Well, most girls masturbated as often as boys, and some started younger.
He kissed between her titties, played with her thigh flesh and finally fitted his hand on her pussy. Wet along the slit of her pretty panties. She whined, hunched against his fingers, her legs spread farther, her grip on his prick lump tightened.
"Ohhhh, darling!" she breathed jerkily. "Ohhh-OHH!"
The leg-wide pose reminded him of Kim Lanton, highly provocative. Now that was a hot fuck. He could not be fortunate enough to find another young one so downright hungry for his prick. Betti's wiggles and trembles were heavy, though. He closed his lips on a perky nipple and pressed her cunt very tightly....
I'm coming! Betti thought. Oh, I knew when he started playing with me I'd do it! Better than yesterday, better than ANYTHING! Today it's just him and me, and it's wild and sweet and utterly romantic! My God! He liked the way I went off, and here it comes again!
Her tender clitoris peaked. It wanted to stab into his palm. Her nipple awakened to him, the deep rippling and surging in her pelvis reached a new high of intensity, the achy flood of her need pulsed in honeyed rhythm from her cunt! Maria had gotten her first, but Robert got her better! Coming for him was right, a girl should respond to a man.
Her hips lunged, her legs quaked, a sweet sense of belonging and deep caring flooded her senses. She didn't need any peeping or listening to turn on for him! Oh, he was Maria's stud, but right now he was her stud! Every girl should have a few flings; she had sat on her pussy entirely too much!
She cried out again as the sweeping aftermath claimed her body, rich nuances of utter joy and satisfaction. She didn't have to split, she had him all alone for a whole afternoon, and this was just for starters! Her first nipple kiss, her first real fun date. It was so damned good she felt tears in her eyes. Oh, none of that stuff, she had to be very grown up about him or she would spoil the whole
"Ohhh, Robert!" she breathed jerkily, sinking back on the bunk, her legs still shaking, her titties heaving. "You devil, you!"
"Very terrific," he murmured against her breasts, his fingers coaxing more after-tingles from her panty-hugged pussy. Oh, she felt so warm and cozy and wanted. He did like her responsiveness. She combed her fingers in his hair, hardly aware that she had lost her hold on his cock lump!
The hardest part now was not becoming too sticky and emotional, because she was just a "party piece," the frustrated office girl tumbling for the boss. It simply couldn't go any farther than that. Maybe when he got his cock in her he might be disappointed! She had no fucking experience at all.
"Want my clothes off now, honey?" she giggled, feeling more wetness leak from her heated pussy. Having him naked was what she really wanted, the way he had been the day before, her fingers on his huge, thick, long cock!
He patted her creamy cunt, nuzzled her breasts, and slid from the bunk. His dark eyes coursed along her bod. He removed his sport shirt and loosened his tight nautical pants, so very cool and deliberate she knew he had done this just hundreds of times. Well, what girl wanted a fumbling amateur!
"Just the panties," he grinned. "I like a girl with some clothes on. For starters, anyway."
"Some start!" she giggled. The gentle rocking of the cruiser seemed to add excitement. She closed her legs, squirmed out of her thin red bikini panties, suddenly very self-conscious. No one had ever seen her naked pussy! She tossed the panties aside and opened her legs again.
"Yeahhh," he murmured, gazing at her cunt. His tongue ran out, wiggling. Yes, he would want that, too! The way his tongue dived in her mouth....
Robert trembled. The light sprinkling of brown hair on her tutti would not hide the delicate, virginal-looking crevice, wet and swollen. No loose-lipped gash, as so many women had; this was eating pussy, man. The dark nylons, her opened blouse, the flipped back skirt, gave her a subtle touch of class, and her legs were as good as Misti's. The high flush on her throat tensed his prickhead. It extended almost to her sweet young-girl tits.
He lowered his pants and briefs in one motion, kicked off his boating shoes. Big Dick was really up there today. She stared at his cock as if she had never seen it before, a very good sign. Her legs spread, an expression of pure lust touched her well-contoured features. A very eager, good-looking cunt.
It would be almost a shame to run his prick into her until he had spent more time with her. He slid onto the bunk, crouched between her thighs, and slipped his hands beneath her warm, firm ass. Her eyes widened, she gasped.
"Ohhh, yes!"
It seemed impossible that nobody had ever fastened a mouth on her pussy, but every little movement showed it. Faking this kind of surprise and happy wonder just wasn't her style; she was entirely too naive about everything. The idea that he might even have a virgin was also incredible, but there was one sure way to find out....
Oh, he likes me this much! Betti thought, watching his head lower toward her tingling pussy. I wanted it the first time he kissed my mouth. I just hope I taste good for him! My cunt must be extra special! I need it ALL, and I guess I'm gonna get it!
His lips touched her labia. His hands gripped her rump very firmly. He lifted her hips, and the wiggle of his tongue up and down her crevice was so delightful she moaned her joy! Sting after sting of erotic sensation fanned through her entire pelvis. Her clitoris tensed and stiffened! As he kind of burrowed into her cunt lips, his tongue entering her vaginal mouth, shooting deep, he trembled and uttered a muffled sound of pleasure.
He knew the truth now! He was tongue touching her hymen, where no finger except her own had ever explored, and how excited he acted! Like he had a pot of gold in his hands. His tongue drew back, his lips moved to her upper labia, brushing into her clit, and he trembled again. Her little girl pecker flexed its utter fascination, the tingles quickened. It was simply beautiful!
"Ohhh, ohhhh!" she breathed, her tender spike responding once more. When she masturbated, she couldn't touch the very delicate tip, it was too sensitive. But his soft inner lips were just right on her sex bud. It felt like nothing she had ever imagined, the thrills were sweeter than anything....
It's there! Robert thought, shuddering. A cherry. Jeeesus fuck. I haven't punched one of those for ages. And here's a grown-up girl carrying it around, offering it up to me! Fine thick clit, really stands up there, man. She's been boxing herself all these years. A girl who can come as hard as she does has been practicing plenty.
The flavor of her pussy was delectable, too-faintly lilac, but mostly just girl. Everyone tasted different; her natural juices were like fine, rare wine, made for sipping, rolling around on the tongue. A pussy feast! Honeydew treats, all served up for him. He had heard that men past fifty broke the most maidenheads, and now he believed it.
Carefully he began to really eat. Her hands caught in his hair, her shivers of delight were all any man could ask for, and a whole lot more. She loved it. She was uncertain about how to hold her legs, but she was learning; her thighs opened more and started pulling back, her soft whimpers were the best music a man could ever hear....
Betti was transported, lifted to a sparkly height of sensual enjoyment. What she had read about oral sex simply didn't compare with vivid reality! The gentle sucking and kissing, the knead of his fingers, the slow, deep strokes into her vagina, were impossible to describe. U fucking was any sweeter than this, she would surely faint and fall over!
She was ready to come, her nerves cried out for it, but he was teasing and playing with her need, pulling extra honeyed tingles from her clit. She could prolong the fun herself, she often did when she was truly hungry, but having him do it was really heavvvvy! Her fantasy about taking his huge prick had not included this much delight He knew just what a cunt needed!
"OHH!" she panted, her titties coned so high she hardly recognized them. Like her clitoris, they were experiencing a whole new sex program. She wanted to hold them and increase her joy! Well, why the hell not! A girl's breasts were made for added pleasure.
She lifted her hands from his head, cupped her tingling boobs, caressed the nipples swiftly; her legs came back farther and suddenly she was past the waiting, the sweet suspense he had created ... she was COMING! The pulses started in her clit, then spread excruciatingly along her legs, up to her titties, back to her pelvis and broke furiously, like hammer blows deep inside!
"Owwwww!" she cried. "OWWW! Oh, oh, ohhh!"
Robert felt the sweet flexings of her clit between his lips, the lack of her legs against his ears, heard her fierce sounds of release, watched the rise and fall of her hand-held tits. Utterly terrific! Her head swung from side to side, the look of rapt delight on her face his reward for a pussy suck well done.
Her finishing crotch-lifts as the pangs of relief calmed her body were dramatic proof of his skill. The fresh flow of girl nectar slaked a basic hunger in his mouth and throat. Her pussy mouth twitches were very gooood. Some chicks were better eating than others, and Betti was near the top, man. He had been told several times that he nibbled cunt as well as a woman. He considered that a very high compliment.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, her legs dropping. "Oh, my God!"
He drank the new effusion of her need, nuzzled the silky hot crevice till her figure quieted, gave her clit a last little kiss, and lifted his head, enjoying the look of girlish satisfaction on her pink-cheeked face.
"Gooood pussy," he murmured, giving her ass a few more squeezes.
"Oh, you animal, you!" she breathed. Her eyes open, she gazed at him with wet-eyed adoration.
"You like it," he grinned. Never tell them just how fine it really is, keep 'em guessing a little. That way, they try harder.
"Ohhh, you can stay down there all day if you want to!" she breathed, shivering again, her cunt lifting. Her coral clit tip was now visible, she had a real hard-on.
"Don't you want to feel some good sliding cock?" he said, banteringly.
"Oh, I want it all, honey," she cooed, her fingers leaving her tits to stroke his hair and face. Her sex flush now extended to her cute boobs....
Betti gloried in her thrill of aftermath, the limp drained feeling of victory and accomplishment. Being held and loved was so right with him. Her years of being a skinny tomboy were over, she had grown up! He could feast at her cunt any time, she was info it now, even if she was just another name in his little black book.
He slid up at her right, his play hand cupping her swollen, leaking cunt. She could see his cock now, reached for it and held its naked hot bigness. Oh, it was like the day before, only five times sweeter! His shaft was simply slick with his clear fun juices. And still he was not rushing between her legs, intent on his own passion. He knew she was a virgin, he had explored her hymen with his tongue.
What she had heard and read about wedding night disasters, two young people fumbling around, the too-eager groom, the premature squirting, the disappointed bride with a sore pussy ... well, she had found a mature, knowing older man. When he finally took her cherry she knew it would be very excitingly right!
Now she had to be playful and not too serious, keep things on a fun level. She had to live for today, and to hell with tomorrow. Barring some awful development, he would never divorce Maria. Her daddy had put up some of the money for the marina! Being a bookkeeper told her that much.
"Think I'll be a good fuck, honey?" she purred, holding her lips over, squeezing his beautiful cock. Oh, how she wanted it IN! He laughed softly. "If you come around my prick like you did on my mouth, you'll be terrific humping."
"Well, how long are you gonna wait to find out?" she breathed.
"Let's see if it's really ready," he murmured, running a finger up and down her tender crevice. He was as gentle and careful with her flesh as she was herself. How strange to be eaten before enjoying his hand.
His finger slipped delectably inward, past her maidenhead. She moaned and hunched on it! Oh, dreamy! One thing she had never done for herself was push a finger or another object inside her vagina. Her fun zones were near the surface, her clit and urethra, her cunt lips. Not that she had saved herself, her sensations were just not far in.
"Ohhh," she breathed, lifting her hips again....
Robert trembled, his anticipation mounting. It was not a tight vagina, about average; his cock would be a fairly good fit in there-but she would never be as snug as Kim or Misti. No twitches or inner flutterings. He could not expect too much; nobody had ever fucked her or trained her.
"Yeahhhh," he murmured, pumping his finger a few times.
"Oh, that's neat, honey!" she breathed, tipping her crotch higher.
"Fine pussy," he said, closing his lips on her mouth. Her tongue leaped into his mouth. She stabbed it lustily, whining her pleasure. He thumb touched her clit. She shuddered. Maybe her deep-in cunt would respond around his cock. Might take a few dates. Her willingness would make the effort very worthwhile. Girls who wanted to learn could learn....
It's so different, having a hardness sliding in my cunt, Betti thought. It's what a girl is supposed to want more than anything, and I DO need his cock in deep-but so far it's just not as good as his mouth on my clit. His prick will make me ALIVE in there, I just know it! I want to be a really hot piece of ass!
The kiss ended, he drew his finger out of her cunt and crawled over between her legs! Oh, this was what a girl dreamed about, wondered about, and worried about, too. He had fucked so many girls. She had only one cherry; after that she would be competing in the oldest game in the world. This was where a chick bit the bullet-she was either a good fuck or a poor one!
Legs back now-she had studied different positions in a well-illustrated new book on the subject. People made fun of "missionary" pose as a regular thing, but she figured a man should dominate until a girl learned all the "ins and outs." After she was adept she wanted to try girl on top; it sounded and looked like real fun. Feminist leaders recommended it.
But he didn't try to mount right away! He sat on his knees and began to play with her pussy again. Oh, his cock was ready, her cunt was surely ready, and he wanted to fool around some more. He did like her pussy! He knew a cherry was in there, waiting. He was all she had dreamed he would be, very skillful and knowing. His hand fondled her tender labia.
His middle finger entered. She gasped and spread her legs farther. Neat!
"Ohhh," she breathed, that stiffness sliding deeper than before.
"Nnnnnnn," he murmured, pumping his finger, his thumb stroking her clit.
"Ohhh, wow!" she giggled. Don't get heavy. "That's-wonderful!"
"Pretty cunt," he smiled. "I want you to come real hard again."
"Ohhh, I want to come very hard for you, honey!" she breathed.
I was so worried about what to say, and it's easy, she thought. It feels better in there! I'm crazy about him, I can't help it. Whores open up and the guy goes in and they NEVER come with the johns. Some women NEVER make it with their husbands. God! I don't want that!
He tickled around her pussy. His cockhead moved closer as he leaned forward, took a pillow from the head of the bunk and slid it beneath her ass. Now his hips lowered. She watched the knob ease to her crotch, felt a tide of eagerness. The big glans touched her pussy and her lips began to open for it!
His eyes turned different. She sensed the beast in him, she expected that. He had been so patient with her. He had given her lots of fun, and it was his turn. His glans snugged in farther, her cunt flesh spread voluptuously! Thicker than three fingers, it was burning her vaginal mouth.
"Ohhh!" she whispered, her legs drawing back "Ohhh, Robert! Fuck me!"
She felt his manhood touch her membrane. He trembled, her pussy lips did a little exciting flutter! He hunched. A sting of pain trembled her legs, the huge man thing was oozing INTO her cunt! Nothing had ever felt like this.
"Uhhhhh!" he moaned, hunching again. His prick was there, She had it all! She was no longer a virgin. She was almost disappointed. Having him inside was wonderful, it showed she was desirable. Her cunt seemed to please him. She waited for the heaven she knew would happen when he started stroking!
"Ohhh, I love it!" she breathed, tipping her hips higher. "So big and long! It feels so gooood!"
He shuddered, his hands braced, his shoulders stayed high, and he began to fuck. She had flipped the day before, holding his prick, having him hug her cunt mound; she had gone ape on his mouth-but this was a whole new tingling thing entirely. On a scale of one to ten, how did she rate so far?
I HAVE to be a good piece! she thought. I wish my clit was into it more. I must not be holding my hips right. Oh, but it'll get better, a real man likes a nice long fuck! I've heard my parents do it for twenty minutes or more, lots of delays. Oh, his knob is really hitting deep!
Stroke, stroke, stroke-in fast and out kind of slow. His nuts felt dreamy on her anal area, dangling between her thighs. His uneven breathing matched her own, a sweet intensity about his movements. That huge shaft seemed to swell, his knob was larger.
Maybe she had read too much about fucking; maybe she expected the sky to fall! It was better; her inner flesh was clinging to his prick. The pillow made it awkward for her to lift up, but she tried it anyway. On his next thrust, she hunched back. He muttered under his breath, his eyes showed his pleasure, she tried again, again!
"Yeahhh," he breathed, his prick tensing in her cunt. But unexpectedly, he drew out! "You get on top, Betti."
He sank on his back. She gasped and crawled over above him, on her hands and knees. Her eager cunt swung downward. She centered it on his knob and slowly pushed it back up IN her pussy. Ohhh, it was much better! Her legs drew in at his sides, she rocked her hips in the primal rhythm, feeling his knob up even farther. This was her way to fuck!
She remembered the time she had made it by hunching on a pillow pressed between her legs; another time when she had held her right hand down there and asserted her strength on that. It was so much heavier this way! Now, she had to time things for his enjoyment and hers, too. It gave her a sensation of power, being this dominant. Maybe those feminists were right. They could do the missionary thing later!
His hands held her titties, played with her tender, peaked nipples. Her inner cunt was getting used to the new feel of cock. He even seemed more relaxed, some of that intensity was gone-after all, it was a big thing when a man punched a maidenhead. Now that she could really fuck without fear, she might try a few other guys! And a few girls, too. She would start on the pill or get-one of those IUD's. Girls were no problem in that area.
"Ohhh, am I doing it right?" she breathed, hunching again and again.
"Great," he smiled. "Get yours, I'm okay."
She felt her juices leaking down around his cock root, shivered and rocked her butt faster. He wanted her to come up there, he was going to wait for her! Maybe she wouldn't fuck any other guy for a long time; she wanted to learn how to fuck him!
Robert knew he had made tie right move, letting her top-ride. For a few moments there, after tearing her cherry, he had been tempted to lung and buck into his go-off. A girl with no experience deserved better than that. Even if she couldn't get her jollies around his cock, on her very first try, he knew how to pop her good, the potential was there. Somehow, her very delightful inexperience excited him; getting it first was a big turn-on.
She hunched in bursts, she knew that much, probably learned at home by listening to her parents. There was so much in books and magazines now about sex, a girl would be pretty stupid not to absorb a few essentials. The typical American girl, her sensations all around her clit and urethra, totally unaware that she could clench her cunt if she practiced enough.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" she breathed, finishing another series of thrusts. Her cunt mouth did a little twitch. She trembled. Before he tickled her clit, as he had for a lot of girls like Misti, he would let her give it the old college try, at least. She liked being up there, most girls did once they got the hang of it. Oriental girls expected to fuck that way.
"Take your time, have fun," he murmured. "Gooood cunt."
"Oh, your prick is where it's AT!" she gasped, bucking swiftly, her face taut with her effort. She hunched with more vigor, his knob striking her deeps at every eager bounce. He was good for a lot of pussy mileage lying on his ass. Give her a big E for effort.
"Come on, sweetie, you can make your pussy get off," he encouraged.
"Ohhh, help me, Robert! Please!"
He grinned, sneaked his right hand to her clit, and fit a finger on each side of it. She shuddered, her eyes rounded, her nipples hardened.
"Now, go," he urged. "Come off! Break your cunt!"
Betti felt the sweetness spread from her achy clit all through her pelvis. Oh, he knew so much about what a girl needed! This was going to do it! Her interior flesh even seemed more responsive, now. She started her thrusts again. Yesss! Yes, yes, ohhhh-damn! The hunger in her body, her achy longing was starting to unravel. Faster, faster! Oh, she was inching toward a new kind of erotic summit, almost ready to go off on her first hard wonderful cock! His words inspired her, she loved the dirty ones at the right moment and he knew when to say them. Her clit seemed to swell to double size; it tensed and suddenly she was making it.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh-OWWWWW!" she cried shrilly, her butt simply flying. She tried to say something real filthy, but the sensations were too utterly divine! Her clit exploded, the sensuous thrills shot along her quaking thighs, across her anus, up to her jiggling tits, and back to her cunt! A kind of deep-in shiver possessed her pelvis; her cunt mouth tightened in delicious amazing spasms!
His cock was calling and her pussy was answering the come call! She was whimpering and whining as the pounds of her joy throbbed from her clit, the hard tip of her sex! She tried to whip her butt in cadence with her pangs of release, but they were too fast! She was coming off on his prick!
"That's the way to fuck, baby," Robert said, watching her expression of delight, holding her titties snugly. Her long legs tightened rhythmically on his sides, her final thrusts were delightfully abandoned. A strong girl. A lot of promise here. He knew he would be dipping his wick in her again.
He drew her down, sliding his hands to her ass, firming her tits on his chest. The pussy mouth clenches were damn good for a first fuck. He enjoyed the drooling juices around his nuts, her shivers of after-fun.
"Ohhh," she panted into his mouth. "Ohhh, ifs so wonderful!"
She came better on my mouth, he thought, grinning. That's really her thing. Next time TU eat her right up to her climax and THEN run my cock in. I'll have a great time teaching her the fine points of fucking and coming. She'll go back to college this Fall with a degree in sex. Yeahhhh.