Chapter 4
As Gil lay there on his back, he observed Betty's enticing snatch.
He'd sucked it twice to climax, and he was getting to feel as if he knew it quite well. He reached out slowly and soothingly with his right hand, allowing his fingers to maneuver slowly inside her pussy. Ever so slowly he began, but after a few strokes he started to finger her more swiftly than before. His fingers kept on clutching and grabbing against her hot mound, and after a few more swift finger strides, he removed his finger tips from her snatch.
"Climb on top of me," he smiled, extending his legs accommodatingly, then reaching out with both hands and sliding his fingers up and down his cock. "Just run your pussy against my cock. I'd like for you to control the action for a little bit. I'd enjoy holding onto your hot buttocks while your pussy moves back and forth."
"That sounds pretty good."
"Of course. We'll really enjoy it. Just fling your body on top of mine."
The longer that Betty watched her attentive lover maneuver his fingers up and down his cock, the more desirous she became to please him. After all, she could still feel the brilliant sensations that he had supplied for her as his tongue maneuvered briskly against her snatch. She could never forget them. Gil was making her extra happy. Now she could endure her husband Phillip a little more easily. She was receiving all kinds of satisfaction from Gil.
She glided her body on top of his. She pushed her moist slit downward, letting it project toward his cock. She pushed and shoved it against his hot dick. Back and forth she ground her hips, heaving a sigh as she rode him.
It made Gil feel good to receive that tugging sensation that she supplied as she pushed her body downward, letting his penis make forceful contact with her mound. As she kept on directing the action, moving her hips swiftly back and forth, he reached out and grabbed her hips. His fingers clutched against them several times, after which he ground his fingers against her ass cheeks. He clutched and grabbed at her buttocks, and all the while she kept rotating her body, enjoying every solid stab that he sent her way. Betty liked the unique type of position in which they were involved. It took a little bit of inventive imagination, something that her husband Phillip had so very little of. She kept on swinging her hips back and forth, enjoying the grinding stabs and movements as she pushed her pussy against his cock.
"That really is nice," she said. "I like the way I'm grabbing at your cock."
"I thought you'd like that. Keep it up for a little bit more."
"With pleasure," she laughed.
The longer that the physical contact continued, the quicker that she flung her hips back and forth gracefully while he stabbed his cock inside her pussy. He began to fling his hips forward, doing everything he could to make contact with her mound. But in that particular position, she was the controlling influence, and she enjoyed every bit of what was developing. Her pussy kept on pushing back and forth as it ground and stabbed. She tightened her cunt muscles, then tensed her legs in an effort to give Gil as much in the way of tight sensations as she could.
He reacted to every stab, his hips gliding back and forth as his cock ground deep into her mound. A few captivating cock strokes later, she removed her pussy from his cock.
As she sprawled out on the bed, twisting her hips and extending her legs, she reached down with her right hand and maneuvered her fingers inside her pussy. She stroked until she was once more on the verge of orgasm. Gil was getting such a thrill watching her that he just sat there on his knees, enjoying the sight before him as she moved that much closer to a satisfying orgasm. He could hear the sounds of her gasping, and as her body kept twisting and turning, the juices finally bolted from her pussy. She heaved a loud sigh as they spilled from her snatch.
"Very good," she said, nodding eagerly. "That was what I wanted. Now I'm ready for even more. I want you to attack me. I want you to drive your cock inside my mound. Really give it to me. Go off inside me."
Gil grinned. He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers against her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, letting his finger tips tweak gently against them. He then applied more pressure, grinding his stabbing finger tips against her hot nipples. He removed his fingers from her nipples, then let them slide around her breasts. He loved letting his fingers clasp forcefully against her firm tits. A few finger strokes later, Gil removed his fingers from her breasts. He pushed his body forward, letting his warm chest come into contact with her tits. As his chest made squeezing contact with her breasts, Gil reached down with both hands and slid his fingers against both legs. He held onto her thighs sharply, and all the while his chest kept dancing and shoving against her tits. He enjoyed the stabbing friction that developed between them, and soon Gil was completely aware of just how badly he would need to drive his sharp, enlivened prick inside her pussy.
A few timely strokes later, he removed his chest from her tits. He got ready to slam his cock forward. He was set to push and plunge it into her mound. His fingers clasped against her legs for a few more seconds, after which he reached out and grabbed at her hips. He held on, and as he did, Gil got set to let his thundering cock push forward. He blasted away literally, driving his hot steely tool toward her open, waiting mound.
"Shove it inside me," she said. "I was waiting for something beautiful like this. Penetrate inside my pussy. Really give me a good fuck."
As her hips danced and swayed, Gil threw his cock forward. He blasted it with eager rapidity as it pushed inside her mound. Ever so eagerly he let it come into steady contact with her snatch. He pushed and shoved his penis into her mound, working it with great desire inside her pussy. A few timely strokes later, Gil knew just how closely he was moving. For that reason he deliberately slackened off. He slid his cock a little slower than before. He wanted to see to it that his brilliant movements continued for as long as they possibly could. Gil was confident of getting as much in the way of beautiful sensation as possible as a result of his swift fucking stabs inside her pussy. So he learned to control the levels of pressure. Whenever he would feel the itchiness accelerating in his balls, Gil would make it a point to stroke more slowly than before as he wielded his cock inside of his lover's snatch. He kept right on plunging his cock, but he slowed up the pace every now and then, seeking to make certain that he did not go too far too fast. Since he was receiving such brilliant sensations from every plunging stab that he deposited inside her box, he was determined to see that the action lasted for a while.
His cock kept on grinding, pushing and plunging against her hot snatch. She tightened her cunt muscles, doing all that she could to provide her lover with great satisfaction. Since Gil had won her heart completely through his inspired efforts, his lover was doing all that she could to reciprocate, grinding her hips back and forth and shoving her buttocks ever so eagerly as Gil kept up his steady, decisive cock stabs.
A few strokes later, Gil found himself once more on the verge of orgasm. He kept grinding his cock deep inside his lover's mound, pushing it against her hot nest, enjoying the tight sensations that she supplied.
As he worked himself ever nearer to that grand moment of climax, he reached out and grabbed her hips. He held onto them, and all the while her whole body trembled while he fucked her. He kept blasting and pushing with his cock, sending it spiritedly forward as he asserted it with hot blasts and shoves inside her mound. A few moments later, Gil knew he would be there, and for the moment he was determined to make this the best possible fuck he could receive as he slid his penis back and forth resolutely inside her pussy well. He kept driving his tool sharply inside her pussy, letting it work against her pussy lining, slamming his peter into her hot snatch as he blasted away and pushed himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm. A few hot, grinding stabs later, he could feel the passions beginning to build in his balls. So he kept up his fervent stabs, propelling himself forward at a swift pace, driving his tool into her mound. He kept shoving and stabbing, pushing hard with his cock, blasting it eagerly inside her snatch as he worked ever closer to the big moment. Soon it would be blast-off time, and the droplets of stirring juice would shoot from his tool and into her mound.
While Gil kept up his fervent pace, he reached out and grabbed his lover's breasts. He held onto them, clutching hard and fast, and all the while he was that much closer to pushing his way to a spirited orgasm. He kept blasting with his tool, driving it sharply forward, slamming it relentlessly inside her hot pussy. As her hips kept grinding, and as she sturdily reacted to every steady cock stab that he sent her way, Gil found himself ever nearer. He could feel the hot agitating juice circulating inside him. He knew just how closely he had pushed himself to that great moment. As he kept fucking her, driving his tool into her hot mound, pushing his penis savagely forward, Gil looked down and observed the way that his balls were expanding. He could see that the onrush of juice was making its impact felt. Pretty soon he would be in an uncontrollable state of excitement. At that point the juices would just have to unleash themselves from the end of his stirring pecker.
Gil kept right at it, blasting hard and fast with his cock as he shoved his tool deep inside his lover's mound and pushed himself ever closer to orgasm.
He kept on fucking her. His hard cock kept on spinning and surging as he propelled it forward inside her snatch. A few seconds later, the juices were ready to shoot. The hot liquids started to spill from the end of his dick. The juices began to gush finally, and as they did, his whole body twisted back and forth. He kept right on blasting forward, driving his dick inside her mound, sending the prolific juices into her pussy.
While in the midst of all of the passionate turmoil, and as Gil kept on plunging his fingers against her breasts, the juices started to shoot from her snatch as well. Her hips danced and she heaved a sigh as Gil kept hanging onto her breasts, his body jerking back and forth as the droplets of penis liquid continued to shoot from his hard dick.
"What a fuck," Gil said, "what a beautiful fuck. Damned, what screwing. Baby, what a tight box you've got. Just keep twisting. Keep churning your body. This is so good. What a nice screw."
He kept on gasping and sighing as the spirited juices continued to spill from the end of his dick. A few strokes later Gil removed his cock from her mound. He got up slowly from the bed.
"I guess I'll sleep well tonight," he smiled. "This is enough exercise to last me a month."
"Thank you so very much, Gil. I needed it badly. I didn't realize just how badly I did need it until I actually got it."
"I guess we both received plenty of satisfaction," Gil smiled wearily as he tucked her under the chin.
"I would say so."
He stood before her next to the bed. He dropped his head downward, then let his lips push against hers.
The thing that hurt both of them most was the knowledge that they would probably never be able to make it again. It would be too big a risk, one that neither one of them could afford to take. But they would be able to carry with them always the fond memories of the one time that they did get together and enjoy a stirring fuck.
Betty watched as Gil began to put on his clothes. She quickly took the cue, easing her body upward from the bed. As she slid on her panties, Gil looked over and smiled at her fondly once more.