Chapter 12

When we hit Jack's place, Lauri tripped him and beat him to the sofa, falling on it first and pulling him onto her. She gave a mad, happy laugh and started fucking her hips against his like a sex-starved old maid who'd found a burglar hiding under her bed.

"Give it to me, darling. Give it to me! All of it!"

"Right through our clothes?" he laughed.

"Yes. Who cares? Push a little harder. They'll tear. You'll see. No... wait a minute. I want Penny to see that cock you carry around. And Penny, don't get ideas! This is all mine!"

She whisked his slacks off him and held his stiff rod out for me to admire. And I did! He was built very, very nicely. But not as well as Andy, I thought. She ripped off her clothes, tossing them away like she intended to go nude the rest of her sexy life. Her pussy was all red and it looked very well loved, but ready for more.

"If you'll excuse me," she said, falling to her knees, "I can't talk to you any more. I expect an impediment in my speech any second now."

Andy just shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. "I guess we could come back and claim his body in an hour or so. I think she will have sucked him to death by then."

"No way. I'm too young to die," Jack laughed.

"Mmmmrnmphf," Lauri mumbled, her mouth full of hard cock.

"I think that means so long for now," Andy chuckled, seizing my hot hand. "Shall we?"

Naked together, in his bedroom, he suddenly grew serious. "So this may sound dumb, darling," he said to me, "but I have to ask. Is there anything I could do with you in bed that might be wrong?"

"I can't think of even one thing, Andy. I'm yours. Completely. I know you are a gentle, sweet lover. Anyway you want to take me, I'm ready."

We lay close together on the bed, kissing and running our hands over each other, almost like two hesitant strangers. We pressed tightly together, his hard prick slipping into my ready pussy so smoothly I don't remember exactly when it happened. It just seemed we were into it, easily, naturally, and fucking like we had known each other for ages and ages.

"You feel so wonderful in me," I sighed. "It's like my cunt was specially built just for you... and I feel like my whole being is making love to you. Not just my pussy."

"I know what you mean, Pen. And it seems this... affair... let's call it something, for the sake of a name... is getting awfully heavy, awfully fast. Is this what you want?"

"I don't know, Andy. This is all new to me. The emotions, I mean. Let's just fuck and not worry. If it's meant to be for real, it will be."

He drew back and looked deep into my eyes. "You are very sensible for a female," he smiled. "No offense."

"No offense, Andy. And no more talk, for now. Sit up, darling and hold my legs open. I want to see that cock of yours fucking me. Every stroke. Uh! Jeez, are you hard!"

He was every bit as talented with his cock as he was with his tongue. He had me hanging on the ropes in just a dozen deep strokes. The bed felt like it was tilting and spinning under me! "Aaaanrghh," I moaned. "Dear God! You are so good to me! Fuck me, Andy. FUCK ME!" My voice went right up the scale as he picked up the pace. I began to sweat like mad and dig my nails into his firm butt.

He reached up and punched my pillow into a tight ball so my head was held up and I could see his cock fucking me and fucking me into one big hot bundle of nerves. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly to him, spreading my legs wide. I could see my cuntlips folding in around his stiff shaft as he pumped like mad, coming up on his knees and lifting my butt right up off the bed. He was so strong he tossed me around like I weighed nothing at all, sweating hard and dripping perspiration on my heaving chest. The bed complained like crazy, moving around the room on its rollers like the floor was a huge sheet of slippery ice.

He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over, lifting me up until I was on my hands and knees. He slid into me from the back, going into my cunt so deeply I half fell down, hugging the pillow and moaning like I was dying. He slipped his hand under me. I felt his fingers rolling my clit around and around, sending a wild new sensation ripping through me. He got rougher, but he still never really hurt me.

His cock whipped out of me. I gasped in protest, but he silenced me in another second when he pulled me to my feet and jammed back into me, fucking me silly, standing up beside the torn up bed.

The pressure of my clit rubbing on his hard cock-shaft made me so damn hot that old red film began to make his perspiring face all fuzzy and blurry. My knees gave out and I would have fallen right on the floor if he hadn't caught me and laid me tenderly on the bed again. But his cock never left my cunt, and he never stopped stroking into my aching hole.

I was gone. Out on my back. My head rolled around with the pillow. My lungs labored and strained for air. I locked my ankles over his back and clung to him for dear life. I was limp as a rag doll, but my nerves were on fire! Every inch of my body was wildly alive and super sensitive to his touch.

"Now!" he gasped. "Now! Come with me, Penny. Come. Come! Come!!" I felt his cock stop its plunging. It held motionless and rigid inside me. He seethed to stop breathing. My eyes snapped open and I stared at his handsome face. Then I felt his cock start to twitch and jerk and throb. I heard a strange voice gasp. "Andy! Andy! I love you."

And that was the first time I ever heard myself say those three wonderful words to any man. I knew, way down deep inside me, it wouldn't be the last time. Not to my man. My lover!