Chapter 8
Paul shuffled from one foot to the other, staring intensely at the beautiful young girl standing on the corner waiting for the bus. She was unable to see him even though he was standing less than five feet from her because Paul was inside the corner drug store.
As he paid for the paperback novel that he had selected from one of the shelves, Paul's mind occupied itself with trying to think of a way to meet her ... to talk to her ... to pick her up.
Even as he walked out of the store he had not yet formulated a plan of attack and then as luck might have it, the girl dropped a book directly in front of him. Instinctively he stooped down and retrieved it, smiling as he returned it to its owner.
"Thanks," the girl whispered, smiling.
"You're quite welcome," Paul returned. 'By the way, it's quite a good book, I've read it."
"Yes, I know. I just finished it myself and I'm returning it to the library."
"That's a coincidence," Paul lied. "I'm going there myself ... can I give you a lift?"
His manner was so friendly and so trustworthy that the girl didn't think twice and nodded her approval.
Within a few minutes the two of them were in Paul's car and headed for the library.
Paul could feel the excitement mounting within his body as he drove and glanced over at the young girl. She was a looker all right, long flowing black hair, dark eyes and a real pretty face. But it was her figure that mainly turned Paul on. It was almost unbelievable. Her breasts were large and their outline clearly displayed against the tight knit top that she wore. Her legs were long graceful columns, smooth and inviting and abundantly revealed by the brief mini-skirt that the girl wore.
"By the way, my name's Paul."
"Jean ... Jean Purcellie," she replied and Paul was aware that she was looking at him differently now. It was almost as if she were appraising him.
"Do you go to school, Jean?"
"Yeah, I'm just starting my first year in college and I'm really looking forward to it."
"That's a good attitude. And if you feel that way you'll probably enjoy it a lot."
"Oh, I intend to ... especially the social life."
"Oh?" Paul said, questioningly.
"Yeah, this is the first time I am away from home ... away from my parents and it's really great. I'm all on my own and I can do whatever I want to-and believe me, there's a lot that I want to do."
Jean's tone contained a hint of mischief but almost as if she were going to do everything that her parents would disapprove of just because they would disapprove of it
Paul was quick to pick this up and as he caught a quick glance at Jean's face he realized that she was intensely examining him now. Her eyes roamed over the whole of his body.
They pulled up in front of the library and when Paul got out he was surprised to feel his prick hardening beneath the tight material of his pants. He glanced down and saw that it was clearly outlined and when Jean came around to his side of the car her eyes riveted to that spot and Paul knew that she'd be a pushover.
"Well, we're here," he said, looking up at the library.
"Yes," Jean echoed, staring back and forth from Paul's eyes to his cock.
Paul held the door to the library open for her and as Jean walked by, her hand accidently brushed against his hardened prick.
"Feel like going for a walk?" she asked.
"Sounds good," he answered, following her rather closely behind.
Paul didn't know what was up but felt sure that it was going to be something to his liking, something pleasing and somehow he knew that there was going to be some hot action.
Jean led the way up a back staircase and down a long corridor, finally stopping at a small room which she entered with Paul following closely behind her.
She closed the door and slipped the latch to insure privacy and pulled down the shades on the window. Jean then moved up next to him. She was close enough for him to reach out and touch her-to grab hold of her tits and run his hands up her leg to that wonderful crack.
There was no doubt now, no question in either of their minds. Jean, who had started out to be so demure, so young and innocent, had turned out to be just another hot little number-just another girl who knew what she was after.
On an impulse Paul reached down and let his hand rest on her hip. She then eased her body down onto the long leather couch that was in the room. Paul joined her, allowing his hand to move down onto her knee.
She turned in his direction and gave him an inviting look and her body relaxed. Her eyes searched Paul's own torso and came to rest on the quickly rising bulge. It threatened to rip open his pants if he didn't relieve it soon.
"It's really nice to meet you, Jean!" Paul said, sliding his hand up under her skirt until he felt the warm flesh of her inner thighs.
"It's nice to meet you too, Paul." she answered, opening her legs wider and allowing his hand to slip underneath her warm panties and find the hot, quivering flesh of her womanhood.
"You sure warm up quick ... "
"That's right," Jean replied. "The moment I saw you step out of that drug store I knew I'd have to get your attention. That's why I dropped that book right in front of you. I had hot panties, man and I was ... really ready. All you had to do was look in my direction and flick your finger at me and I would have followed you. When I see something I like and believe me, I liked you-I try to get it"
Jean reached over and began to unzip Paul's slacks. Her hands were nimble and worked fast. In a matter of seconds he felt her cool fingers sliding into his pants and fondling his hot prick.
She hiked up her skirt and with her free hand began to edge down her brief panties until she lowered them down around her ankles. She quickly slid out of her shoes and then kicked her panties free.
The thought of having this groovy looking broad so turned on set Paul's loins on fire and he nearly broke the clasp on his dungarees as he struggled with the material. Finally they gave way and he pulled them down to his knees.
His prick bounced free and her eyes opened wide. She gasped:
"Man, that's some powerful-looking weapon you've got there. I'm not sure that ... that I'll be able to handle ...”
Paul worked his face into a pout.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure as hell gonna try," she continued.
He leaned back against the couch and dug his heels into the floor. His prick standing up straight and rigid and hard. Jean got the message and hiked up her skirt again even further, past her hips, spreading her legs wide.
She positioned herself so that she stood over him with her legs straddling his own. Paul hoped that she knew what she was doing and that she was good at doing it because, in that position, there was little he could to other than work her hips with his hands.
Jean slowly sank down, impaling herself on Paul's throbbing cunt humper. As contact was made Paul could feel her body begin to tremble and she was overcome by little spasms as she worked the length of his prick deep into her.
When she had about half of Paul's cock inside her he grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her down harder and faster. She seemed to wince with pain but pushed down harder onto him, loving every fraction of an inch that she got.
She arched her neck so that she could watch her pussy engulf the hard flesh jabbing in between her legs. Once it was all the way in her she removed her hands from his shoulders that she had been using as a support and leaned back. She placed her hands on Paul's muscular legs and allowed her full weight to fall on him. The whole length of his cock was pressing against the inside of her stomach and Jean squeezed her cunt muscles making Paul shiver with intense excitement
He stared down at her pussy and applied pressure with his hand, lifting her up. Fortunately Jean was cooperative and again Paul saw the length of his prick reappearing from the dark cavern of its confinement.
She picked up a steady rhythm easily and moved her body up and down, grinding her hot hole onto Paul's aching rod.
After the first few plunges it was easy for her. His size was no longer a problem. She started sliding up and down, riding him as if she had been used to getting his huge cock every night. She really went to town like some wild animal and ground her pussy harder and faster onto him.
Her hips beat out the desires that were stirring deep within them both and she became like some kind of wild woman and her twat bounced incredibly fast up and down the length of his shaft.
Her head started to roll around on her shoulders and her mouth opened. She-started crying to him to go faster. But there was little that he could do-everything was up to her.
Jean started to move her body with incredible speed. Then Paul felt her body stiffen and her movement stopped for a second before her body broke into intense spasmodic release.
Paul stiffened his legs and strained to shoot his load. Fortunately Jean's body continued to grind hard against him. Her love juices lubricated his prick and conducted their bodily electricity.
He couldn't hold out much longer, even though Jean had come and reached her climax, she still wasn't satisfied-she still couldn't get enough of Paul's hard cock into her.
But Paul couldn't think about her anymore. He felt the beginning of his explosions and made ready as best he could. He practically stood up as Jean made the final plunge onto him. He strained his body, forcing himself as hard and as deep into her as he could get.
He reached out, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her onto him. He shot ... shot for all he was worth, filling her with his hot cream.
All the strength drained out of his body and he felt his knees giving way. The two of them fell onto the floor, his prick still buried deep within her and Paul began to moan with the pleasure that he felt He lay there completely exhausted on the floor. Their bodies were still joined by his dong.
Jean eased her body backward, freeing herself from impalement on his prick. She then got up and disappeared into a small bathroom that connected with the room that they were in. After a few minutes she returned with a towel and began wiping at Paul's prick and balls. She did a thorough cleaning up job and as she started to walk away, Paul took a real good look at her.
She was some piece of ass and he could feel the desire willing up inside of him again. It must have been the way she fingered his prick as she cleansed it, but there it was, at full attention again, stiffening and pulsating with a mounting passion.
As Jean reappeared in the doorway again, Paul had reached the point where he was fully erect and needed to feel his stiff manhood disappear into the soft flesh between her legs.
"Come here, baby, I've got something for you ... " he said, bringing her hand to his fully erect prick.
"Boy, you don't fool around, do you?"
"Not when it comes to something like fucking ... " he answered her, "and with a twat like yours I could just go on and on ... stopping only for meals."
"And I'll bet I know what would be on the menu," she chuckled as he pulled her down onto the floor of the room, pushing her skirt up again.
Within a few seconds their bodies were molded again and moving easily against each other on the soft carpeting of the room. Paul reached down between the excited flesh and took his prick in hand, aiming it at her sensitive triangle again.
With a quick movement of his hips he stuck the tip into her again and pushed forward two or three inches, putting his hand around her back and resting it on her firm buttocks. He pulled her closer against him, working her farther onto his throbbing meat and feeling the sensation running through the head of his cock.
"More ... give me more," she begged, trying to grind herself even harder onto him.
He then slipped the rest of it past those sensual lips that were clinging onto his weapon.
Jean was moaning and squirming all over the place, reaching for him, clutching at his shoulders and trying to pull him over on top of her to let her have it good, but Paul liked the position they were in, lying side by side with his shaft buried deep within her.
He could move himself easily and still have an added pleasure in being able to feel her well-rounded ass with his hands.
He kept his eyes open and felt good watching her working out on his huge prick in a frenzy of pleasure. She was going crazy with his big cock.
Jean was certainly no virgin. Still, though, her twat felt good ... tight, as Paul pushed into her. He thought that he was probably bigger than anything that she had ever had before. Anyway, thicker, because she could feel her muscles stretching as he sunk deeper into her. He thought that he was probably longer too, penetrating deeply into some still virgin territory.
She was a young broad and though it was obvious that she was ripe and ready, she probably hadn't been around long enough to get many cocks that were as large as his.
His hips began working so fast now that Paul almost shot his second load deep into her but then he stopped dead in the middle of a plunge.
This was too good for him to end this quickly. He didn't want it to be that easy for her. He wanted her to beg him for more, to plead with him to give her the whole thing again and again.
As soon as Paul felt his balls settle again he started his race into her cunt, pounding deeper and harder into her. Her head was thrashing back and forth on the floor and she was murmuring things that he couldn't understand through clenched teeth.
Paul's body began to move out of control, almost as if his mind wasn't in control of it anymore. It pumped furiously at her, pounding and smashing and sometimes his cock slipping completely out. But with a steel wedge like he had it was easy to push back into her-driving her crazy with passion.
"Give it to me, let me have it all, all of that beautiful cock of yours," she whispered.
Paul didn't answer. He just kept screwing away at her churning, hot pussy. He began to feel his own resistance falling off again and he knew he was getting close now.
His hips began to pound against her harder, forcing him harder and deeper into her, giving her everything that she wanted, everything that she needed. This turned her on the way that she had never ... could never have been turned on by anyone else.
"All right bitch, you want me, you can have me," he cried out, pumping frantically into her, each plunge landing with a savage fury.
She began to cry out, to moan to scream with the pleasure of it all.
"Oh, my God ... " she shrieked. Her body then broke into wild convulsions. Each part of it seemed to move on its own. Her hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him to her tightly, trying to hold and possess him. Her head was thrashing to and fro, her hips still gyrated against him and her legs strained with the relief that she felt.
But there was no controlling Paul now. His own obsession with sex had carried him too far ... way past the boiling point that had been reached once already and now he could no longer stop, he could no longer control himself.
His last final plunges were violent with urgency. Then that feeling that he had worked so hard to obtain, finally started.
Deep in his balls, it started, working its way through his body and up the length of his throbbing cock. Finally it erupted, shooting forth his come.
Paul's body shook with the release and he rolled over on top of her, grinding his loins harder against her, forcing out every last drop of his manly fluid.
Jean whimpered underneath him but Paul was oblivious of her. He was lost in a world of his own-a world that no one could share with him. His whole being shook with ecstasy and he wished it would never end.