Chapter 5
What awakened Mala, she was never exactly sure. She liked to sleep in a very short shortie nightgown, so full that it seemed naturally to climb up around her neck, above her boobs as she slept, so that she was essentially naked. The big bed was comfortable, exactly the degree of firmness she liked, the big pillows were perfect, the lightweight blanket and the smooth percale sheets lending their touch to luxury and sensuality.
"A bed like this almost seems to suck a girl right into sleep," she whispered to herself, just before she closed her eyes.
It must have been quite late, well after midnight, when she sat bolt upright in bed. She was not afraid; her entire approach to the world was one of inviting curiosity, and she generally returned to consciousness as though she were keeping an appointment for something pleasant and exciting.
Whatever remnants there remained of Jerry'? semen, along with her own regular flow of girl juice, had coagulated to form a light seal from he vaginal portal to the very top of her warm slit But in sitting up, the softly muscled cheeks of he lovely ass had spread, and this fragrantly glue protection had given up, sending a shiver of pleasure through her sleepy but sexually alert body.
She lay quietly, thinking that no one could get into her snug little domain, but then began to worry about whether she had checked the three doors, the main entry on the north, toward the big house; her service door at the back, on the east side; and the big sliding glass door of her bedroom, which opened on a small formal garden.
No matter how sexually experienced a woman may be, there is something degrading about the thought of rape by an unknown person and, while Mala Peters was a long way from a virginity, see was more free from the imagined despair and helplessness of a rape victim than she would have been at fifteen.
She was about to reach for her telephone and make a call to the local sheriffs office when there was a scratching noise at her bedroom's wide screen and she heard a whisper: "Mala! Mala, are you awake?"
She recognized the tall shadow against the moonlighted sward and unlatched the screen to welcome the big boy in, somewhat inclined to smile at his temerity. She had gone to sleep within an hour of dinner being over; it was her guess that Jerry, unable to get the scenes and smells and tastes and feels of the afternoon out of his boyish mind, had lain awake with an incipient hard-on which had finally sent him prowling in the night, a thirst for pussy.
She opened her arms as he came in, and felt the warmth of his body through his clothes. She was right; he did have a most authoritative hard-on, and she kissed him with one hand on it, then disengaged her mouth to say: "What took you so long? I thought you'd never get here!"
He giggled at the irony and sat on her bed beside her, putting his hand down between her thighs, into that warmest of places outside the body.
"You said you didn't want me ever to jerk off again," he said, "and from what I know of you, you wouldn't say a thing like that if you didn't mean it."
She pulled the drapes over the expanse of plate glass and once more latched the screen. She switched on a bedside lamp with a pink silk shade, the soft light giving a warm glow to her perfect skin. She stood between Jerry's thighs, put her arms around his neck, and whispered: "Feel me, baby. See if I'm ready enough for you!"
He groaned in startled ecstasy as his fingers went into the warm, slick flow from her cunt. And a few days from now, buster, you might get a bloody shock, she thought wickedly, wondering just how maturely this smooth-cheeked lad would react to such a fact of life as a female's menses. Probably wouldn't do too badly; he's taken everything in stride so far."
He was fumbling with his zipper with his other hand, keeping the first one busy in the softness, the lushly lubricated open part of her twat, and she whispered, "Let me!" and knelt before him, opening his fly, letting his big cock rear up.
She could not hold back a small cry of triumphant lust as the red head popped up on its hard supporting column, and she went down on it, open-mouthed, so hard that it shocked her with the jar against the back of her throat.
"Peel off, darling," she smiled, getting up. "Do you like my nightie? Or would you rather see me in the raw?"
He placed his big, boyish hands on her hips pressed them against her, then ran them up along the curve of her waist, his thumbs going into the softness, the rich firmness of the lower part of her remarkable breasts, a look of dazed happiness on his face. "I still can't believe it," he said in hoarse whisper. "I still can't believe I can have all this, all this wonderful stuff, whenever I want it.
Leave the gown on," he said. "It makes you look sexier. At least I think so. Listen, can I look at it real close? And then suck it?"
She helped him with his clothes, and they lay down together, laughing, moving into different positions just for the love of hugging and kissing and touching; touching with hands, legs, arms, eyes, lips, even complete bodies.
"This marvelous, unbelievable thing!" Mala crooned, holding the boy's cock to her breast, pressing its soft red head deep into the hot and sensitive flesh, pulling it away and up to kiss away the leaking drop of clear fluid in its little "eye."
"I thought you were kidding about getting it up four or five times in a day. Not many grown men can do that. Damn few!"
She pushed him over, laughing, and lifted one thigh quickly across his face, holding her pinkly dripping cunt open with thumbs and forefingers just at his mouth.
"Oh, wait!" she cried, and leaped off the bed to switch on a brighter light. "Oh, I can see this in the mirror!"
She opened herself over his eager mouth again, and by now she was so hot that a couple of drops of her cunt-ooze actually dripped from her spread-open lips. He strained his head up from the bed, getting a big mouthful of soft, slickly leaking cunt-flaps, and she felt the beat and wipe of his tongue in that super-sensitive area.
"Oooohh, baby, suck me good," she whispered, watching the action of his cheeks and throat muscles in the mirror, at last closing her eyes in deep ecstasy. "Suck hard," she murmured. "And then you can stick that great big beautiful hard cock in me, and fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me! OHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OHHHHHHHH! I'M CUUMMIIINNNGG!"
He had wrapped his strong young arms around her thighs, holding her off his face, holding her in spite of the wild leaping and jerking of her body as the powerful thrust of orgasm whipped her body from head to foot.
The cunt at his mouth, writhing so fiercely that her muscles seemed to be trying to swallow his tongue, was a sweet mine of taste and texture and savory, fuck-flavored aromas; the huge tendons in her strong thighs stood out where they joined the generously-haired cunt lips and belly. He knew just from his brief experience, that this wild storm would pass, and, when it did, he laid her softly on her face, then got up to turn off the overhead light.
There was enough illumination for him to see and engrave on his memory the perfect beauty of her trained athlete's body; the straight back, so subtly muscled that it would have been a sculptor's dream; the soft, warm curves of her buttock as they rose gently from her hips; the almost invisible fuzz of blonde hair at the top of the deep cleft of her ass. There was the headiest miasma in the world rising from between those perfect globes. Ripening fuck-perfume from this afternoon, the subtle girl-scent of good soap and fresh sweat, the earthiness that hangs around the daintiest ass-hole, the throat-clogging scent of a freshly heated cunt, turned out wide open by nothing in the world but the body heat that spreads the come-find-me, come-fuck-me odors that arouse every warm-blooded mammal.
The shaping of those gorgeous buttocks made a double curve just like the underside of her tits, the boy thought. They were bigger and firmer and had no nipples, but they surely were like tits. He wanted to say so, but he felt that this love of his was asleep, or resting after her powerful orgasm, so instead, he kissed, deep and hard, exactly where that compound curve intersected the sweet, straight line from the base of her spine down to her knees.
In that soft and scented cavern, his lips pressed against the open fullness, the wet hairs, of her cunt lips, and he sat up and grinned, baring his white teeth as he licked the lightly flavored cunt smear from his lips.
Carefully, he straddled her body just at its widest part, and fumbled his hard cock down into the dark intersection where he had thrust his mouth into the juiciness of Mala's pussy.
I never knew a woman was built this way, he thought. Cunt at the back as well as at the front.
He remembered some of the books and magazines he and his peers passed around from time to time. Shit, everyone knew about fucking dog fashion. How stupid can you get? This was just the same, only with the lady lying flat.
Not because he needed to help his cock into that wet slot, but simply because he loved the warm feel of that ultra slick juice, those tender folds of membranous tissue so sloppy with the fresh dew of love, he fumbled with his fingers as he eased into her.
He was amazed that his cock entered so well and so deeply, almost as much as if he were fucking her from the front, with her thighs raised. She was awake, too, and aware of what was happening, for her body began to heave and move, and he felt the powerful, sucking grip of those fantastic muscles inside her, and heard a throaty giggle of pleasure.
Exalted, he lay on her back, getting the most from this complete contact of warm skin on warm skin, supporting much of his weight on his elbows while his hands pushed under her, under her softly mashed down breasts, edging under their softness, finding the expanded nipples, pinching their hardness in a wild gust of heat that made his cock swell with cum-promise, made his balls suddenly seem tight and overly full.
"You doll," Mala whispered, and he could see the smile on her face, pressed against the sheet. "You're in me so deep! Can you feel that?"
She heaved up and rotated her ass in a way that brought a cry of joy from the pleased youth "I hit your womb," he panted. "Oh, golly, Mala, I feel like I'm clear at the end of your cunt!"
She worked her body gently, fucking up and down, her inner muscles laving and licking and drawing at his cock. "Let go of my boobs," she said hoarsely. "When I raise my butt, slide your fingers under my pussy, try to find my clit! Ooooh, baby! That's it! Now, just work your body around and around-against my butt, so that you aren't pulling in and out. That's it, honey, that's just wonderful!"
She rotated her ass slowly, in counter-movement to his.
"Jerry, darling?" she whispered. "Do you know what you're doing? Do you realize that you're fucking me soooo gooood! And holding back? Ooooooh, Jerry, that's wonderful!"
He laughed confidently. "The other two times, I was just too hot," he said. "But listen, Mala, I'm getting pretty hot right now."
"Which is best?" she asked, arching her back so that his cock slipped part way out, and dropping beck to the bed, so that he slid in again, jamming her cervix. "Fucking or cumming?"
He had begun to groan. "I don't know," he said harshly. "I wish I could fuck all night. But I want to cum, so bad that I can taste it!"
She was able to laugh, and her laughter eased him.
"Let me cum," she whispered. "I'll try to control it. Then, if you haven't cum yet, I'll have a surprise for you. Ohhhh! Don't SHOVE, baby! You don't HAVE TO! Hang on!"
There was no question that she was coming; Jerry could feel the long, swirling grip of cunt muscle, but somehow, it left him free, riding along, pressed hard against her ass, his cock enjoying the soft, wet, slippery turbulence of heat and sucking deep up her wildly shuddering cunt. And he was in control.
She was groaning, her eyes tight shut, her face pouring sweat, and his hands, under her soft sweating belly, buried in her moist hot slit, could actually feel her clitoris jerking out its heavy rhythm of orgasm, until at last it slowed and turned limp, disappearing under his probing fingers, until she cried out: "Stop! It's killing me!
He ceased all movement, troubled, but his cock near to bursting, continued to throb and tremble hotly inside her slack vagina, moving a little with every hard heartbeat. Her lips moved and he heard her whisper softly: "Get up, darling, and let me turn over! Don't go away, just take that marvelous cock out for a second or two. I want to see you, to kiss you! Please!"
He braced his body on his hands and arms as if he were doing a pushup, looking down along his sweated chest to look at his cock, now a deep red from his exertions. It was wet and slick and, as he looked, it gave a big throb.
His beautiful friend was turning over, her sweet body facing him, and she was smiling up so tenderly that he could have cried.
"Sink it into me, Jerry; just let it go in. Let me guide it. Oh, how perfectly marvelous it feels! There, baby. Kiss me!"
Her mouth was soft and sweet and girlish, her tongue soft, slippery, wet with her delightful saliva. He knew what she wanted; just to be in contact, and he sucked gently on her tongue and lips, moving his tongue lightly around in her cheeks, probing up along her gums, sucking, sucking, loving.
"Put one leg between mine, dear," she whispered, one soft hand on his forehead. "Now, the other. I want to lie wide open for a minute or two and let you fuck into me. Feel how slack I am? Feel all that juice pumping out?" She kissed him with the same gentleness, rubbing her mouth from side to side, giving him her tongue to nibble on.
"It's wonderful," the boy said simply. "A minute ago, I thought I couldn't hold it. But you helped me, didn't you?"
He arched his back so that he could kiss along her shoulder and upper arm, the wild acridity of sweat in her-haired armpit a shivery little treat, and he licked into the puff of blonde hair, his hair rising at the delicacy of sweat-salt. It made his strong young prick swell in an unexpected throb, and he made his body lie still against her belly, trying not to move enough to pull his cum-trigger.
She sucked on his ear and ran her two hands up along his smooth body, then down his back, fingering the crack of his ass, delicately probing in and down to his anus, then further on, touching the area where the hidden base of that long cock went up for its rendezvous with the prostate gland which shoots the jism. "Hold it, Mala," he pleaded huskily. "It feels so wonderful, so slick and hot, and my prick feels so great, don't make me cum! Not for a couple of minutes."
"Fuck in and out real easy, darling," she whispered. "Letting it lie in there and doing anything, you'll think yourself into it. There Ohhh! See what I meant by a treat?"
He laughed. "It's all a treat," he said. "Golly Up until today, all I ever did was think about it and jerk off and look at a few dumb pictures of cunts, of people fucking. Now, look at me! All of the real thing I ever imagined and never dreamed I'd get! Oh, Mala!" He kissed her with warmth and love, his young tongue going in around her, his cock quivering deep, deep up her cunt, its head nestling hard against her womb.
When he released her mouth, she held his head tenderly.
"Right after I cum," she said, "my pussy is soooo relaxed so slick, so full of juice that it's just like you were sticking it into a bowl of warm custard. It's good for you to be able to fuck and feel good, to enjoy being in me without getting the hard squeeze that makes you cum quick. But you can still feel it's me, feel my heart beat. And I can feel you, so big and manly, so hard and long and grown up, really giving me a fuck as good as the best I ever had."
"Oh, baby!" he crooned softly, "even your talk is making me feel like cumming! Let me pull out a little. Whew! That's so sloppy-hot, so good. And when I cum, what'll you do? Will you get off, too? I sort of feel selfish, cumming without you!" She bumped up at him playfully. "One of the nicest things a girl can ever know is just to lie quietly and let her lover pour his jism into her, especially when her cunt's all slack because he's nicked her so perfectly," she said. "I'll feel it all through my body. Up in my rectum, in my breasts, between my legs-down my thighs, I mean 'way up in my guts. Even in my mouth. I just wish you had two pricks, so I could have one in my mouth, one in my pussy, when you cum!"
"Do you want me to fuck real hard into you?" he asked. "I'm sorry to be such a dummy, but I don't even know how to get the most out of what you're giving me. Oh, Mala, you're so good!"
"Give me your mouth, my darling baby," she whispered. "Mala's baby, and Mala's big, big man! Big pricked fucking man! Oooohhh! Maybe I'll lie still and cum, too!" She kissed him slowly and softly, both of their tongues wallowing together in a soft embrace of love, and she thought: This boy knows more right now than most of the men I know!
She opened her mouth and let his tongue go, whispering into his mouth: "When you start to shoot that lovely load into me, just lie still and let it go, let it fill me up, let it run over just because you're so wonderful and grown up and strong!"
She was so hot that she could have turned or all her cuntal pressures and milked him dry of his semen, but she wanted him to have the ineffable experience of a quiet roll-out of his powerful copious young load. "Just think fuck, darling," she whispered. "Just think of how it looks up in me, right now, so pink, the walls of my cunt so loose and leaky, all that juice in me. And your juice, squirting 'way up inside me, flowing against my womb. Feel my titties with your chest; feel 'em with your hands! Ohhh, marvelous! Squeeze hard, hard! Oh, doll, that's it; there it comes!"
She felt his ass cheeks tense, felt his cock swell until it seemed twice as big, knew that this swelling preceded his first hot shot of his slick, rich semen, and then his entire body went rigid with the sharp, desperately pleasurable feeling of his seed bursting through the sensitive tube that pressed the lovely cum-nerves in his cock.
She could feel his hot outpouring of his spurting cock, even in her loose, slippery, deeply relaxed cunt; it was a sort of added heat where all her heat was concentrated, a burst of goodness and sweetness and deep gratitude that she was a woman and had this gift to give, and this gift to receive.
She allowed him to cum and cum and cum and cum, holding back her own sluicing, gathering, compelling fire, forcing her vagina to be quiet, while she kissed him, or rather, let him kiss her while he, glad to follow her instructions, felt all the sweeping, melting delight of an easy, complete, super orgasm.
When he had finished and lay on her with almost all his weight, his drained cock still large enough, still hard enough, she very gently began rubbing her mound against his, getting the rub of his weight, right through the cloak of her cunt lips, onto her ready clitoris. Also, very gently so as not to exert painful pressure on the tingling, sensitive nerves of his cockhead, she began to work those muscles around the aperture of her vagina, which got their joy from the resisting solidity of a hard tool.
She had only been a gasp away from a fulfilling orgasm for some time, and now, with her mind aflame, with her cunt almost turning inside out from the stretching, swelling throbs that had only stopped a moment or two before, she felt the power grow inside her, felt the burn and itch and tautness swell her clit, and it took only a very slight movement of her body, up and down, side to side to get the final, soft friction rub she needed to explode in a long-lasting, deep-swelling fire of cumming.
Their mouths were again joined, their kissing muscles tired and relaxed, but with all the erotic pleasure in lips and cheeks and tongues adding to Mala's long, slow, bursting heave of joy.
While she lay on her back, eyes half closed smiling in a warm haze of contentment, the strong young boy rolled off. "I don't want to mash you," he whispered tenderly, and she held him for a moment by his softening, slippery cock. He gathered that she still had one mild desire, and rolled so that his loins were at her shoulder so that she only had to make a slight movement to get his prick into her open mouth.
She sucked gently, moving her tongue all around the head, once more moving the foreskin back expertly, dabbling her way under and around the cord, licking up all the remaining taste. He took her legs and rolled her back, thighs high, and mashed his face into the well-used cunt, spread open by her position. But he was too tired and sated to do much more than root his mouth into the vein-streaked, passion-swollen labia, inhaling the rankly healthy odors of sperm and girl-juice and rubbed, sweated flesh.
After he was asleep, Mala moved him to the center of the big bed and covered him. She left the bedside lamp on so that she could look at his sweet, manly, beautiful young face, and trace the outlines of his body under the light covers.
She did not get up to drain his load and hers out of her well filled cunt, loving the wet feel of it, knowing her body would absorb most of it.
If he wakes up later and wants some, it'll be nice and sweet and juicy for him she thought.