Chapter 4

The pussy-sucking episode served to get Larry that much more eager for a good fuck.

He slipped his still anxious tongue inside my mouth, driving it harshly against my tongue.

As his tongue continued directing itself against mine at a breakneck speed, he moved the fingers of both hands against my breasts.

He would squeeze my breasts, then my nipples, maintaining a swift, active cadence of action.

The action reached a crescendo level, then he withdrew his tongue from my mouth.

"I've got to enter you!" he exclaimed.

I didn't even attempt to argue by that time, even though I realized the implications of the act.

His strong fingers reached out and clutched at my thighs. He parted my legs, heaved a sigh, then propelled his body forward.

I saw his throbbing member as it moved with swift decisiveness toward my waiting mound.

As he pushed his cock forward, entering my pussy, I thrust my body forward so that I met him hard.

He moved his cock steadily as he thrust it with anxiety inside my mound, driving and stabbing it at a swift pace as he continued entering me, letting his cock slide ever deeper inside my pussy.

While his buttocks twisted back and forth and he systematically glided his cock into my mound with steadiness, he worked his tongue inside my mouth.

His tongue darted and stabbed with purposeful excitement against my tongue as the action continued. He kept on pumping his cock, driving it into me now all the way, thrusting it eagerly into me.

My vaginal walls were moist with excitement, and my ass-cheeks wiggled every time his throbbing cock pushed into my pulsating mound.

We quickly learned each other's movements, developing a steady tempo which brought us toward the brink of orgasm.

Larry no doubt would have liked to prolong the action further, but it appeared that it was completely beyond him. He was too overcome by the excitement of it all to in any way slow down his pace.

His cock kept pumping with diligent grace as he effectively worked it into my mound.

We became enmeshed in each other's passion. I lived for Larry just as he, at that point, lived for me. We were desiring to provide each other with the greatest degree of excitement possible.

My buttocks kept on wiggling and my tits bounced up and down with effusive enthusiasm as he kept on pumping, stabbing his cock diligently into my mound as he moved closer to the ultimate resolution of the act.

He quickly withdrew his tongue from my mouth at this point.

"You sure can kiss," I sighed.

"How about my cock."

"It's beautiful. I love the way it's pumping."

"I'll be shooting my juices inside your pussy soon."

"Keep up the good work," I nodded.

His fingers moved with relentless zeal against my breasts. I liked the way his fingers would curl around the firm folds of flesh. He would then let his tongue drop down to my left breast, permitting it to slide effectively against my warm bosom.

He moved his tongue over to my right tit, moving it even more quickly than he had over my left.

His fingers kept on sliding against my buttocks. He loved holding onto my buttocks, since it helped him in gliding his penis with authoritative effectiveness inside my mound.

My passion pit was overwhelmed with anxiety as he kept on plunging his penis into my pussy.

"Just wait," he said.

"I was about ready to shoot," I declared.

"I'm not surprised. If these movements couldn't excite you, then nothing could."

He reached out and patted my buttocks several times, then gently spanked me, keeping up the slaps until my ass-cheeks reddened slightly.

But he wasn't about to hurt. me. He just wanted to sting me a few times and provide himself with some sensations at the same time.

The darts and stabs continued as he moved his cock with determined grace. He was moving ever closer to his triumphant orgasm, preparing to release the hot, white juices from his cock.

Once more he decided that it was time to allow his tongue to work effectively inside my mouth, so he moved it steadily and speedily toward me.

Our tongues locked, and all the while he kept pushing and pumping, driving his pecker with determination into my slippery vagina.

At that point I could no longer hold back the juices within me. My whole body gave way as I trembled as the juices spilled out of my pussy.

My orgasm seemed to spur Larry on all the more. As the tongues locked, it was as if he didn't want to let me go.

Larry's fingers, which had been clutching ever so diligently against my buttocks, began to go to work up and down my back. He clutched me from behind, eagerly, continuing to work his cock inside me.

The stabs were becoming faster and more pointed. I could feel a little bit of soreness developing in my vaginal walls, but that wasn't about to bother me at all. Not when I had a handsome young man like Larry delivering an outpouring of his youthful spirit in the form of his hot penis stabs.

His body rocked with savage movements. It was just like somebody was beating jungle drums. As he pumped his prick into me with everything he had, he heaved one loud, prolonged sigh.

As he sighed, the hot white juices began to spill out of the end of his penis.

I closed my eyes and basked in the delightful enjoyment of the episode, feeling the warm juices as they penetrated inside my pussy.

"You're there, oh, you're there," he said. "It's been a beautiful fuck!"

He released his cock from my mound, then looked down at me and smiled. He reached out and touched my face, running his fingers over my forehead, then my cheeks.

"I always want to remember you just like this," he said. "I'll have a lot more fucks, but I doubt I'll ever have one that I'll enjoy any more than I did this one."

He kept looking at me, the intensity never leaving his eyes.

"How about going down on me?" he said. "I could stand to orgasm once more."

I nodded, reaching out with my right hand. I ran my fingers up and down the base of his solid penis. It felt good to once more touch his warm, smooth skin.

I picked up the pace, developing my efforts until my fingers were pumping faster than ever.

"I can't take much more of the finger movements," he asserted. "You're going to have to start sucking baby."

I reached out with the fingers of both hands, titillating his balls. I reached out and squeezed them, then tugged gracefully at the smooth, silky surface.

The ball action caused him to wiggle wildly. His ass-cheeks bounced up and down on the bed with the same degree of excitement that I had just a few minutes earlier. It was heartwarming to me to watch him get that carried away.

As my fingers kept on tugging at his balls, my tongue went to work on the tip of his cock, which I teased with some slow movements.

But Larry wasn't much in the mood for slow movements. He was too far gone and much too overwhelmed with desire. He had to orgasm, and he wanted to do it with my tongue sliding up and down his cock.

My tongue began to gracefully take in the entire base of his long stem. My head bobbed as I kept up the frantic activities, driving my tongue up and down the full length of his enormous organ.

I drove it with great skill, pushing my tongue up and down the enormous length of his pole. All the while he was drawing consistently closer to climax.

"Keep going!" he exclaimed. "You're on the right track!"

I kept on exercising my fingers on his balls and my tongue on his cock. Larry reached out and grabbed my ass-cheeks.

He loved touching my warm, smooth buttocks-flesh, and as he pinched and massaged it I kept on sucking, moving him that much closer to climax.

About the time that his body rocked uncontrollably on the bed, causing a great commotion, making me fearful that somebody might hear us, the stream of white juice began to ignite from the end of his rod.

At first only a few tiny droplets entered my mouth, but eventually the deluge unleashed itself. He unloaded a load of juice which was almost as large as that which he had supplied my mouth the day before.

This time, however, I was successful in catching every drop of sperm that spilled out of the end of it.

I felt enormously proud of myself as I released my tongue from his cock.

I looked at him and smiled. It was a triumphant expression.

"I feel like taking a nap now," he said.

"Just relax, Larry. I don't think you need any more activity for the day."

"I could use more," he smiled, as I began to put my clothes back on.

"Maybe you could, but I wouldn't think of helping you. After all, I think I've exhausted you enough."

"You'd be surprised," he replied. "This stiff cock of mine goes a long way and can perform for long periods of time. The girls at my school don't call me Iron Cock for nothing."

"I don't want to hear any more about that," I said. "It just might make me jealous."

We both laughed.