Chapter 6
"Absolutely amazing, kid." He flicked his tongue at her throat, tracing out the fluttery racing of her blood in the great artery of her neck, and on down, until his tongue touched a nipple, teasing it, pushing it in and out, circling it, until Peggy wanted to scream.
She arched herself back, seeming to pull away but actually thrusting her bubbles right at him, pushing her little pelvis against the thrust of his dong. He held her, one hand behind her shoulders, one cupping the roundness of her ass, moving her in a gentle, slow rhythm up and back, against him, while his tongue played exciting tricks around her nipples.
He turned her around, so that once again her back was to him and his dong beat a slow tattoo against her little bum. One hand played with her bubbles and every now and then his tongue touched the back of her neck, stirring the tendrils of her hair.
The hand on her bubbies shifted. His other hand came up and the first trailed off, down her stomach, to her pelvis and fleetingly played at her little slit. She felt herself getting weak. Her legs didn't want to hold her. She sagged back against Jim's chest and was surprised to find it bare.
He had taken off his shirt-and undershirt if he had one-and the hairs of his chest tickled her back until she pressed tight against it, feeling the heat of his body. Jim lifted her, setting her astride one knee and somehow managed to slide out of his trousers. Underpants.
Girl and man-naked together!
And something terrific and exciting about to happen!
This was what she had dreamed of, wasn't it? Then why so much disquiet, so tight a chest, so frightened and rebellious a stomach? She tried to tell herself, inform her body-"This is what you expected. This is fucking...."
She looked down her body, between her little bubbies and could see her stomach, a few creases where she sagged against Jim-and down there, between her legs, peeping from under her little slit, the reddish-purple bulb of Jim's prick! Her body took over for her, moving back and forth, sliding on the head of his prick, seeing it wink in and out below her cunt.
Peggy shut her eyes, squeezing out all the sights of body and prick, concentrating on feeling: the slow, rhythmic motion of Jim's prick sliding along her slit, the slight movement of Jim's body against her back, the touch of his hands tracing their way across her breasts- with one of them edging down toward her cunt.
That one seemed to hypnotize her, sliding smoothly across her stomach, tracing out the sensitive creases between stomach and rounded legs-and going into a slow dive down toward her slit. Subtle fingers played across her mound-and one tapped at the entrance slit, the lips of her cunt. And she could feel her own cunt answering that knock, the lips swelling and folding back. That was allowing the head of Jim's prick to touch right inside her cunt, bringing a deep, shuddering gasp from Peggy.
She had to stop this! It had gotten out of hand. The dream had turned into incredible reality! Into an emotional splurge that shook her, literally shook her body.
With an effort she turned in his arms, throwing her legs so that she straddled his knees, her bubbies jutting at him. He supported her back with both hands while he kissed her breasts, teasing the nipples until they were stiff with passion, with excitement, sending thrilling shivers down through her body.
And Jim's prick was facing directly into her cunt, her little opening cunt. That big bulb pushed at her, plowing into the little slit.
Peggy gasped and then, with a last minute of sanity-if her actions could be considered remotely sane-she thrust herself away from him.
With his prick no longer jammed against her cunt, she could catch her breath, speak again. "Please! You said you wouldn't! You promised! Not for real! Please! I don't mind if it's only a pose-but please, not for real!"
Jim caught himself, grinned ruefully and nodded. "Only a pose. Okay, kid. That's the right form of sublimation. I wish I could think up one as good for what I'm doing." He picked her up, holding her against his hot, scratchy chest, her legs dangling on either side of his prick.
He walked her across the studio, dodging loops of cable and ladders and light standards, to a bedroom set-up and laid her gently across the bed, her legs dangling off one edge, her head flung back and rolling from side to side in denial of her own excitement, denial of all the mad, whirling chaos in her body-all the heat and excitement that seemed to concentrate in her cunt.
She wasn't really aware that Jim had left her for a moment until the lights flared on, washing the room, turning her body a startling white before the eyes adjusted and the pink and amber of her flooded back. She squinted up into the lights, seeing at least three cameras aimed at her. Three?
Jim was back, bending over her, his face looming large above her. "The cameras are remote controlled. I can handle them from here-"
His chest looked broad, formidable... his stomach a vast field of pink-brown-and down here... Peggy peered down her nose, along the whole length of her body, and saw his prick, the reddish-purple ball of it close to her little cunt, the shaft pulsing and shuddering as he leaned over.
Peggy tried to close her legs but he was between them. Then he stepped back, letting her bring them together, hot, shivery, excited. He leaned over, kissed her breasts and slid his tongue down the length of her body. He looked up, just before he closed his mouth over her little slit. "I'm going to kiss you-right in your pussy. It will be exciting but don't let it frighten you. It's just-a pose. You'll hear the cameras click."
Jim traced one of her creases down to her cunt and slid his tongue into her slit, teasing it, touching her clitoris and running his tongue across the lips of her little box.
She felt the strength seep out of her legs and they fell slowly open, until Jim could get his head down between them, thrusting his tongue deep into her slit, teasing her clit, stroking the lips of her vulva. Peggy bucked and arched as his hands slid up her body, caressing her breasts, fondling her nipples, squeezing them gently, and stirring her whole body into a frenzy of desire. Without knowing it, without even hearing her own voice, Peggy was pleading with him, begging him to thrust his shaft into her cunt.
Jim half stood, half knelt before her, adjusting the height of his prick to her cunt... and thrusting with his bulb.
Peggy gasped, feeling that huge thing pressed against the lips of her slit. It would never go in! Never! Not without splitting her wide open, not without tearing her flesh.... She was about to scream a protest when she realized that big head had already slipped in, and her cunt was closing around it, gulping at it. Dimly she was aware that somewhere, off, cameras clicked. But right then her full attention was on the astonishing things that were happening to her cunt.
So this was fucking! It was wonderful! Except that she had to correct herself. This was posing for fucking. There was a difference that Peggy understood but couldn't explain.
Jim bent over, kissing and caressing her breasts, her little bubbies with their pink-amber nipples, adding more churning emotion to the excitement down at her cunt and far up in her belly as Jim relentlessly pushed his prick deeper... deeper... deeper...
Peggy's hands clawed at the air, muscles of her arms and legs twisted and twitched. Her stomach felt as if a great hot rod was being thrust up it... up it... up it.... Oh, God! He couldn't go any farther... and there was one last thrust-and his prick slid over some knob way up her cunt and into-where did it go? Just in.
She could feel his whole shaft, the special excitement at her cunt, the lips seeming to move of their own accord, pulsing and sucking at this monstrous thing thrust into her. And her pelvis worked, setting up a rhythm that Jim happily matched, so that his prick slid in and out, riding on the juices she knew she was pumping into her passage, all along it.
His prick was buried deep in her, so deep she could feel his pelvis tight up against hers, spreading her legs, stretching every bit of her, so that now her whole body-skin, muscles, even her bones, seemed to be responding. And building to something immense, something totally outside her experience....
Peggy clawed at Jim's shoulders, trying to pull him closer. She even reached down for his buttocks, trying to shove more of that shaft up her cunt...
And then it happened. She had been feeling the growing tensions, the tightening of every nerve, the tenseness of every muscle-and now...
Far up her passage Jim's great bulb rubbed against the walls. His shaft pulsed and drove -and was suddenly still on one final, deep thrust.
Hot juices exploded into her, so deep she could fancy she tasted their hot saltiness. And her own juices let go, her nerves exploded into white, soundless explosions, blinding behind her eyes, tightening her chest beyond the point of breath-and then-wondrous release!
Complete. It was something complete. An action that had a stirring beginning, an immensely exciting middle and-completion. Satisfaction.
Peggy slumped on the bed, whimpering with the release of it, shuddering a little as Jim's prick slid out of her little cunt. She smiled tiredly up at him. "I think I'm going to like- posing."