Chapter 8

Brent cupped his fingers industriously around my buttocks, then brought his tongue to bear against my pussy.

He started out with a few soft, slow strokes. They were getting-acquainted strokes, as he moved the action forward ever so slowly, intending to let things build at a gradual level.

But we were both much too hot to keep the action at a low level for very long. Before I knew it, he was permitting his tongue to work more speedily than before against my mound.

He drove his tongue quickly, stepping up the pace dramatically as he sent me into a surging whirlpool of passion.

He drove his tongue with whiplash consistency, sending it into every crevice of my mound, filling me with all kinds of wonderful burning sensations every time he came into contact with my mound.

He moved his fingers quickly from my buttocks to my thighs. He pressed the flesh firmly enough to give me the impression that he was firmly in command, which was just the way I wanted it.

I wanted this hot young man to completely take charge of things, and that's precisely what he was doing, driving his tongue even deeper into my love nest.

He kept flicking his tongue until the sparks were flying within me. The moisture began to surface on my mound, and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before I exploded my load into his mouth.

He kept driving his tongue, plunging his fingers ever deeper against my thigh.

"You've got the right movements," I told him. "Just keep going, honey. There's no way you can improve on what you're doing.'

My feet kicked upward several times under the steady tongue onslaught that he was generating. It felt great to have him consistently working his tongue so skillfully against my mound.

In a driving flourish of energy, he pushed me quickly to the brink of orgasm.

My whole body rocked, and I let out a huge sigh as the stream of passion-juice rocketed out of my pussy and into his waiting mouth.

I watched the expression of supreme exhilaration which fastened itself across his face as he industriously attacked my mound, going after the juices that shot out of my pussy.

"You're really a pro," I complimented him. "You know just how to excite me, and how to swallow my juices once I shoot them into you."

He released his tongue from my box, then worked his fingers against my thighs, crushing them against my flesh.

He parted my legs with great eagerness, then moved his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside my mound.

He twisted his body from side to side, then maneuvered nty body at a slight angle, where he proceeded to make his initial penetration.

I let out a gasp as he made his first entrance, and with every subsequent forward jolt of his penis, I felt that much better and closer to him.

There was no way that I could beat the feeling of physical rapport that I felt with handsome, young Brent as he kept pouring his passionate cock ever deeper into my inviting mound.

His cock muscles swelled against my vaginal walls, which were so eager to surrender to the impulses of his searing forward thrusts.

I liked to watch the supercharged way in which his buttocks flared back and forth as he pounded his prick into my willing hole.

My joy hole was alive with energy from the dynamic forward penetration that he consistently made. He clutched my buttocks firmly and convincingly as he kept up his driving movements, plunging into my mound.

He loved what he was doing, and I liked his penetrating movements. He exercised just the right tempo, not going too fast nor too slow.

Spiritedly he kept up the movements, sliding his cock ever deeper into my already moist pussy, which was ready to overflow with excitement from the erotic energy that he was bestowing on me with his splendid penis.

"Keep pumping," I encouraged. "Keep up the pace you're maintaining. I really like it. I love the electricity you're generating with your tool. Keep sending it into me. That's it, darling, you're doing it just right, you're really making me come alive with excitement. I love what you're doing."

His fingers flipped from my buttocks down to my thighs, then to my ankles. He moved the fingers upward then toward my thighs, keeping up his blistering pace as he drove his tool ever deeper into my mound.

With scintillating passionate skill he kept on rocking his body back and forth as he pumped his penis into me.

He moved ever closer to climax, putting everything he had into his brisk strokes.

"Keep on pumping," I encouraged. "I like your pace, honey. Oh, are you ever pouring your cock into me. I know you're going to shoot fast. I know you can't hold out much longer. Oh yes, I love it, I love every bit of it."

He finally let his fingers work their way toward my breasts. He twisted his fingers resolutely against my nipples.

At first his finger movements hurt a little, but I became sufficiently adjusted to them; I enjoyed the sensations.

He teased my nipples with swift strokes, and as he kept up the finger action his cock moved into the final stages of the fuck.

I could tell from the swift, convincing manner in which he pumped his penis "into me that he was not far from unleashing his white juice into my mound.

On the other occasion he had orgasmed in my mouth, and now he was all set to explode his cock juice in my mound.

I was all hot inside, and knew that I too would be orgasming. I felt that the moment would arrive at just about the point in time at which he would be shooting.

I thrust my body upward to meet his every dashing forward stroke. His fingers were now sliding down my legs.

It was quite a double sensation, feeling his fingers moving down my legs while his cock kept on spearing my pussy with relentless energy-

At long last I found myself unable to contain my orgasm, and it began to spill out of me. I could see that my orgasmic experience caused Brent to become that much more excited.

It pushed him ever closer to climax as he sent his surging cock flaring into me several more times.

He rocked it convincingly forward, pushing and plunging it as he moved into the last few strokes.

"Get set!" That was all he said.

Those two words said it all, and several moments later he clutched my thighs as his body began to shake. The stream of white orgasmic liquid shot out of his rod.

I felt the joyous sensation of the white, spurting liquid coming into contact with my pussy.

I luxuriated in the delicious glow of his orgasm, and I felt every bit as good on the receiving end as he must have felt when he unleashed his juices into my waiting pussy.

He heaved a sigh of relief as he released his now limp penis from my mound.

"I guess I took about all the juice out of you," I exclaimed.

"I guess so, for the time being," he said.

"I know. There's no way you can keep a good man down for very long."

"I hope I proved that I was a good man to you, baby."

"You proved that, my dear," I assured him, reaching out and patting him on top of the head.

I got up slowly from the bed, putting my clothes on.

Brent lay watching me as I dressed. I could tell from the admiration he had on his face just how much he truly thought of me.

"You know, I sure wish I was old enough to marry you," he said.

"Some day you'll make a lucky girl a wonderful husband, Brent."

"But I really want you, Joan. We really click together."

"I know we do, but that doesn't mean that things can go on forever. You'll find another girl that you'll click with too. I'll guarantee it."

"I'm not so sure," he shook his head, a little dejectedly.

"Don't feel bad, Brent. We just had some beautiful sex."

"I feel bad that you have to leave the room. I wish that you could stay here with me all the time."

"That's a sweet thing for you to say. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that."

"I really mean it. You're a great girl, Joan, you really are.

"There's nobody that I'd rather hear a compliment like that from."

I kissed his lips with great feeling, then left the room.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him, but it was just as painful for me to separate from him as it must have been for him. If I ever revealed the extent of my feeling, I know that it would only have made the developing entanglement between us all that much more complex.

I only hoped that when Brent and I separated, as we must, that we wouldn't both wind up brokenhearted.

I found out that there was such a thing as communicating a little too well in circumstances that are less than ideal. I knew that Brent would never be a permanent part of my life, but the more I thought about him, the more I found myself wishing that he could occupy such a pedestal.

I learned as a result of that experience that I was not the type of girl who could engage in casual affairs. When I truly put out for a man, there were all kinds of torrid emotions that came with the involvement.

It was an inherent part of me.