Chapter 4

He would part her ass cheeks and let the edge of his hand idle between them. Then his searching fingers would ignore her anus and slip onward towards her cunt there to be ordinary and not very insistent-He didn't know how she sometimes longed to have the cherry-hued rose of her bottom toyed with, investigated and even penetrated, if only by the tip of his finger, much less his cock.

Sure enough, his hand parted her bottom cheeks and dipped down towards her cunt, brushing accidentally in paddling her quivering anus.

"Sorry!" he muttered.

She could have killed him!

She stiffened as the edges of his fingers parted her gush and slid lengthwise along the soft moistness of her furry groove.

The tip of his forefinger found, more luck than judgment, the erected tip of her clitoris. She closed her eyes and shuddered with delight as he pressed the tiny helmet and stroked it softly.

"Faster!" she moaned.

His finger darted to and fro over her burning bud until her thighs were writhing and she was moaning in ecstasy.

Suddenly, before she was really aware of what he was doing, he turned her, seizing her almost roughly by the hips and swinging her around. He swiftly bent her forward before she had any chance to resist. For a moment she tensed, fully expecting to feel the bit of his knob against the pleated ring of her bottom.

"Keep still!" he muttered.

He had one hand in front of her, his fingers parting the hairy lips of her delicious cunt. The other hand she could feel groping excitedly between her thighs at the back. She felt the burning touch of his swollen knob at the lush portals of her mossy grotto.

So this was how it was done! This was a stand, yes, response to the fierce delight his tool aroused in her!

It thrust aside the spasm contracted walls of her love soaked vagina and whipped every nerve of her body into an orchestra of screaming lust. As the root of his member ground hard against her clit she gave an extra yelp of abandoned joy. She reached behind her and pulled his thighs hard against hers, as if to drag his throbbing cock even deeper into the now deliciously sticky maw of her writhing, pulsing cunt. Bent forward as she was, she could see his balls as they swung between her thighs.

She pushed her ass back violently in time to each frantic thrust of his loins and was rewarded with feeling the soft thud of his balls as they beat against her thighs.

In and out of her pulsing nest surged his cock, on the outward stroke allowing the cunt lips to close to the size of the very tip of his knob and then driving it back into her until his hair bumped hard against her hairy pubes and her cunt was stretched around the thickness of his prick base and almost all of the root of it to his balls was dipped into her soft, sweet wetness.

She moaned and shrieked as he drove his shaft in and out of her burning quiver, his balls swinging thoroughly to bump against her hair halfway up the triangle. She writhed and twisted, rubbing her fiery cunt against the hot rigidity of his cock, seeking to extract every last bit of sensation from the piston-like strokes with which he was riddling her.

Barbi arched to meet him as he suddenly gave a moan of ecstasy. Her ass drove hard against his pants-covered belly. He gave one last mad, burning thrust that sent his cock up into her like a blazing rocket and then she felt the swift torrential gush of his come as it was flung up into her by his orgasmic spasm.

For a moment she couldn't believe it.

"Don't finish! Don't finish!" she screamed. "I haven't come yet. Oh, Tom, make me come!"

She wriggled her cunt around his cock, but it was already softening rapidly.

He gave one or two more feeble thrusts into her and she plunged her ass backward to try and engulf the last remaining stiffness of what had been a moment before a burning lance deep in her vitals.

But it was useless. One of her mad backward thrusts drove the pitifully limp prick out of her gash and although she madly tried to scramble it back with both hands there was nothing left to re-penetrate her gaping ass.

She wheeled on him in a fit of fury.

"You bastard!" she screamed. "You useless, sexless, impotent bastard! You can't even finish me when you've got me this far!"

Her hands were almost tearing at her cunt, her fingers, two together, driving into her hole as she tried to frig herself to the climax denied her by his premature ejaculation.

He looked at her in horror and remorse as he watched her fingers clawing and working at her cunt, fingers gray with his sperm.

"Get out!" she shrilled.

His limp penis hanging dejectedly from his gaping fly, Tom turned and stumbingly left the bathroom.

Barbi turned and swiftly sat herself on the bathroom stool. She pushed out her legs stiff before her, her hands worked dexterously between her thighs, now wet with his love juice. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

A dark tent! A rough blanket under her silky ass! The hard white pencil-like prick of a boy darting in and out her hot twat. "Oh, make me come," she cried out loud.

In her ecstatic fantasy she could almost feel the surge of the boy's hard young loins as he pressed his cock inexpertly into her burning ring.

She thrust out madly with her feet and her ass left the stool in a spasm to delightful torment. She was rigid for a moment of pleasure.

Then slowly her ass sank down again to the stool and her hands slipped down from between her shaking thighs. A shuddered gasp dribbled from her lips and she slowly bent her knees in relaxation.

She looked at her wet fingers and then slowly wiped them on a towel.

Her own love juice mingled with her husband's hung like gray pearls on the black hair of her cunt. She slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the bedroom.

The expression on her face was hardly pleasant and might have shocked her could she have seen it. It was the expression of a woman who would stop at nothing rather than ever relive the last few moments again.

She rested the heel of her hand on the moist hair of her ass and closed her eyes.

"Tomorrow he'll be gone," she murmured.