Chapter 6
His eyes almost seemed to pop out of his head as he listened to her confession, made doubly believable and so much more attractive by the way she stared down at his hard-on as she spoke!
"You have?" he gasped.
"It was a long time ago," she said hotly.
If only she could get up the nerve to tell him that she had been writhing only the previous night with her fingers deep in her cunt while she made vivid pictures in her imagination to herself of being raped by him!
Instead, she added, "I wasn't shocked when I saw what you were doing in your pants a while back. I was a little hurt. It seemed to so sad."
"Sad?" he asked.
"Yes, sad. There must be so many horny girls around who would be very upset to think that you had to do that, too, well, to relieve yourself, when you could have had a nice cunt."
Her attitude to what he had thought to be a dirty thing was reassuring him.
"Oh, I know that!" he grinned. "I once had a girl who did it to me. I hardly knew what she was doing when she did it, but she knew all right. She was very good with her hands."
"Really?" she asked.
She shifted her position slightly as she formulated the next part of her campaign.
At the very least, she knew he would want her to jerk him off.
"By the way," she started off, "you seem such a long way off sitting over there. Come and sit beside me here."
She patted the sofa beside her.
Gerry obeyed quickly and smiling.
"Yes, and it's not girls of your own age who might think it was such a waste of spunk to do such wonderful masturbation all by yourself. Older girls, one might say women, they might think the same."
It was this remark that first gave Gerry the slightest inkling that Barbi's interest in his sexual activities had anything but a strictly scientific interest. He looked at he: in amazement and wonder, not by any means fully understanding, but now vaguely aware that her interest in him was a little more than he could have reasonably hoped for. It excited him wildly.
He, in turn, chanced a remark. He didn't chance it to make a serious attempt to turn their relationship into a fucking one but for a sort of teasing, boyish reason, just to be sharp in the presence of a beautiful woman. If anything more came of it, he would be lucky.
"Do you think it was a waste?" he asked.
He wasn't even half prepared for her reply. Something inside her seemed to tense and snap exhilarating. For sure it was hot for her now.
"Yes," she breathed, "I do think it was a waste. All that hot sticky cream just to be caught on your pants! Oh, I know what boys do when they play with themselves! I bet you wouldn't show me how you do it out in the open."
He looked at her, his face stupid with amazement. She moved closer to him, ready for the kill.
"Jerking yourself off like that, I think it's exciting. Do you like doing it?"
"Yes, at "least, sometimes," he gasped.
"Isn't it better if you do it with a girl?" She stroked his face softly. "Or even go further?"
"I-I-"
She leaned away from him and looked down at her trembling hands. Barbi felt like the arch seductress.
"Don't tell me you've never really screwed a girl. You almost told me you had when we first met. I remember, if you don't."
"Well, I have and I haven't," he said slowly.
"What do you mean?" she snapped. "You have and you haven't? You either have or haven't."
"Well, I've, oh, I can't say it. Not to you!"
She smiled and sidled up to him.
"Do you mean that you haven't made love to them in a bed?"
"Well, something like that."
"How far did you go? Did you take their panties down? Did you get your hand in there?"
"Oh, yes!"
"like that, eh! You sound as if you're in the habit of going into the panties of every girl you meet!"
"Well, that isn't much, is it!" She looked at him. "In some circles, yes," she smiled.
"We don't think much of that. We do that all the time when we're petting," he said.
"What a happy circle you move in!" she continued. "People I know, Gerry, if they take a girl's panties off and she's got to let them do what they want. Even if it means fucking."
"I know that's so with grownups. It's dangerous for us, though."
There was a long silence. When she spoke her voice was silky with barely concealed passion.
"I know that if I let you pull my panties down, Gerry, I would want you to do more than pet me. You'd have to let all that lovely cream you wasted on yourself go right up into my hole, Gerry."
His jaw literally sagged, and his cock sprang up higher.
"Mrs. Wallace!" he gasped.
"Why don't you just call me Barbi?" she said. "We're friends, aren't we? We're talking about strange things for people who are not friends, otherwise."
She rested her hand on his lap. There was a fraction of a second of tense silence. Then she drew her hand away as if stung. Her eyes glittered into his. She could feel how close he was to coming.
"Again?" she laughed.
He wriggled uncomfortably, his hard-on stirring in his pants, and she laughed aloud, throwing herself back full-length on the sofa and tucking a pair of cushions behind her head. Her skirt was very disarranged and her legs showed to halfway up her thigh.
"Well?" she asked.
"Do you mean-" his voice faltered.
"Aren't you going to at least kiss me?" she laughed.
He licked his dry lips and looked at her doubtfully. She threw open her lovely arms. "Come on over into my arms!" she teased.
He moved along the sofa. Her legs were in his way and he felt like a damn fool.
"Get off the sofa, silly!" she said. "Kneel beside me on the floor. Then you can bend over me and do what you want. You can do exactly what you want, Gerry, with any part of my body."
The boy did as he was bid. He was so excited that he was actually going to shoot in her.
Barbi put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her.
"Sexy mouth you've got, you stud," she murmured.
She crushed her lips madly to his and held him in a passionate embrace for almost a minute. His hard prick throbbed against her.
When she released him the wild look in his eyes told her that her technique had made its mark. She could hardly wait to go even further.
"Kiss me yourself, now," she told him. "And you make sure you do it at least as well as when you're kissing those little girls in one of your petting parties."
He grinned mischievously and seized her roughly and expertly in his arms. Just as his lips were about to meet hers the smile faded from his face.
"Oh," he gasped, "what about Mr. Wallace?"
"He's a thousand miles away, you silly thing," she cried. "Kiss me, oh, kiss me all over!"
His lips sank down on to hers. She wound her arms tightly about his neck. Suddenly she forced his lips apart and sent her pert tongue darting deeply into his mouth in a passionate tongue kiss. He writhed momentarily in her grasp and then surrendered fully to the delight of the sensation, even responding to it with a lustiness that spoke well for his future ability to learn. She really meant heavy stuff!
She smothered his young face with kisses, making him giggle as she kissed his neck. Then, with a sudden flash of deep sexuality, she pulled his head down on to her tits, now naked to within an inch or so of her nipples.
"There," she said, "do you like it there?"
His face was warm and smooth to her throbbing tits. Poor, hairless, innocent young thing, she thought. He would become a man tonight!
She stiffened as his hp sought the crevice between her lovely tits, then she was herself.
"That's it, darling," she murmured. "Kiss me there. That does even more for me than seeing my legs does for you!"
She held his tousled young head down onto her plump, lush bosom.
"Aren't they big?" he whispered.
"Shush, to you!" she cried. "Be romantic! Tell me they're lovely and round and firm and warm and that kissing them drives you crazy!"
"It does drive me insane!" panted the boy, smothering them with kisses.
"The dress unzips at the back," she whispered.
He fumbled, His hands were shaking badly. "Where?"
"At the back and please hurry."
She arched her back and after a moment or so of fumbling he found it and slowly unzipped her dress to the upper line of her hips.
"That'll make it easier," she said.
She waited, expecting him to ease the dress down over her shoulders and thus uncover her tits. It turned out to be too much, too soon. In his inexperience he hesitated, looking into her eyes for permission, he seemed frightened.
She smiled and stroked his face. "I'm all yours tonight, Gerry," she said. "All yours to do whatever you want. Anything you've ever dreamed of doing to a girl I want you to do with me tonight."
Still he hesitated and it was some moments before he shyly cupped her quivering breasts, still in her dress, in his hand. She closed her eyes with impatience as he almost immediately withdrew his hand.
"Gerry, when I looked back there and caught you masturbating yourself, what were you thinking of then?" she asked, abruptly.
"Of you," he replied simply.
"Of what about me?"
"Of how you looked, of how you smelled. You were using a different scent then, weren't you?"
"I wasn't in front of a warm fire being undressed by a sexy young man then. As you were masturbating, what were you thinking about?"
"Oh, about your thighs. I saw your panties." This last came in a rush of confession. He blushed.
"Do you want to see them again?" she asked.
He nodded wordlessly. It was too good to be true.
"Then, you must be brave. Do nice things to me. You mustn't be nervous. You must do to me whatever you imagined you were doing to me while you were rubbing your lovely hard ock all by yourself back before."
"Oh, you don't know what I was thinking?"
"Tell me!"
"I can't!"
"Were the things you were thinking so terrible? I bet they weren't really."
Gerry licked his lips. His chin resting lightly on her chest, he looked up at her.
"I imagined that I'd had my hand up your clothes," he breathed.
"Yes?" she whispered, moving her warm tit across his face.
"I was touching your panties!" he breathed.
"Go on."
"Inside them!" Gerry cried, flinching as if expecting a smack across the face.
"It's almost as if I can feel you actually doing it now!" Barbi said, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
Her body was incredibly hot. She wished she could just tear the clothes right off him.
"Really! Do you mean it?" the boy cried. "I do, I do!"
"Well, I was touching your cock. I put my finger on the tip and tickled it."
"You haven't yet, but you will!"
"Everything I did you wanted me to do. That was important in my imagination."
"What else?"
"These were bare."
Softly he ran his hand over her jutting tits. She shuddered with ecstasy at his touch. "And they will be," she promised. "I was kissing them."
"Oh, show me how!"
He lowered his head and brushed her tits where they thrust creamy mounds from the now slack neckline of her dress.
"Gerry," she breathed. "Undress me! In the name of heaven, undress me and fast!"
His trembling hands fumbled at the shoulders of her dress and she assisted by wriggling her arms and slowly he was able to ease the lovely fabric down over her sloping shoulders.
A bubbling sigh of excitement passed his parted lips as the neckline of the dress slid over her rearing, brassiered tits.
"Oh, they're beautiful!" he gasped.
"Be patient! You're about to rip the clothes right off me," she smiled.
She sat up and raised her arm to allow him to slip the dress down her slender waist. She wriggled and it was a frothy heap of red around her haunches! Delicately she slipped her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up. Gerry was still kneeling at her feet.
"Well, pull it, you silly kid!" she cried, moving her lips and sending the skirt of the dress fluttering around his crimson face.
He put his hands to her hips. Slowly, voluptuously and as if he was consciously drawing the pleasures of the movement out to its last bit of delight, he pulled the dress down. It clung to her shapely ass as if reluctant to leave the hard, heaving surface.
He tugged to free them from the lovely flesh and the fabric slithered down her tapered thighs in an exotic rustle and lay in a tumbled heap about her feet.
Her cunt now was level with his face. He gazed in awe at the suggestive bulge of her hair and at the gleaming whiteness of her thighs, a striking contrast to the dullness of the little stocking tops.
Gerry suddenly threw his arms around her ass and pulled her violently toward him and buried his burning face between her cool thighs. She opened them slightly for a moment and then quickly closed them, holding his face between them while, with her head thrown back, she tensed every nerve to stop herself spilling her burning come.
"Oh, my darling!" she murmured, ruffling his hair with her hands.
"You're so lovely!" he groaned, nuzzling his lips against her thighs midway between her stocking and her cunt. "Oh, I could bite you!"
"Nibble me!" she laughed.
He played with the hard plumpness of her inner thigh with his strong, young teeth. She moaned in ecstasy and pulled his head against her thighs and worked " them against his cheekbones.
"Oh, you'll make me come!" she screamed. "Stop it!"
He did, as if she had really meant what she said. The boy was still so innocent.
She sat down on the sofa, shuddering with passion. His eyes smoldered as they sought the lush folds of creamy flesh that fell out from her bra. Her nipples were erect now and dimpled out the transparent lace of the bra into twin thimbles.
He sat on his haunches and gazed up at her. She looked at him for a minute and then reached forward and pulled his jacket down over his shoulders.
"Take that off. At least!" she whispered.
He quickly did that. As happy to be free of extra clothing as she was. She stroked his shoulders and fingered the back of his neck. He was so cuddly!
"It doesn't seem fair," she pouted, "that I'm here half naked and you're all dressed up like that. Here, let me do something for you."
She moved forward to the edge of the sofa. His prick was like an iron bar within his pants as his eyes caught a glimpse of her cunt hair at the edge of her skimpy panties.
"You're so lovely," he whispered.
"We're both lovely in that case," she replied, untying his tie.
Barbi opened his shirt with trembling fingers. She slipped her cool hand down inside his shirt. He wore no T-shirt and her hand briefly caressed his hairless chest.
"They're nothing like yours!" he grinned.
"Thank goodness," she said.
He wore a long shirt and she pulled it slowly from the top of his belted trousers. Gerry bent forward to allow her to pull the shirt from him. She tossed it aside and, hands on his shoulders, surveyed him.
"Oh, what you do to me!" she breathed. "I am so hungry for you."
His body, white and hard, looked very young and even strange to her without the muscle formations of maturity.
There was something else unusual about his chest, too. Of course! He was hairless! She smiled and violently hugged him to her tits. She smiled and violently hugged him to her tits. She kissed the top of his head, reveling in the clean, young smell of his hair, and then bent over her lap and began smothering his chest and arms with kisses, kissing him even up into his hairless armpits.
Barbi felt his hand at her left breast, cupping it with a feverish and exultant motion. She raised him from her lap. As his head came up she felt his hot breath on her thighs and she had a sudden almost overwhelming desire to rebury his head in her lap, forcing his mouth to seek out the hotness of her gash and whip her clit to a raging fury with his tongue.
The maxim 'All in good time' gave some patience to her actions.
"Take off my bra," she smiled.
He swallowed hard and put his hand to the front of it as if he would move the cups up over the heavy mounds that way. He had never actually done it.
"It undoes at the back, silly!" she muttered.
Gerry groped inexpertly at the back. The clasp parted. He gave a small cry of wonder as her tits heaved aside the filmy confines of the bra and stood forth, jutting and trembling like two white globes of well set vanilla pudding.
She smiled as she looked at his eyes. They were wide and blazing with excitement as he drank in the glory of the luxurious spheres as they stood out, firm and undrooping, beneath the black bra which now just hung from the shoulder straps.
Without saying a word he slipped the straps down her arms. It was strange but he was starting to feel more manly already.
Still he was momentarily overwhelmed by the gorgeous sight of her.
He dropped the bra on the floor and just stared at her tits.
Barbi laughed, and her tits juggled madly, gourds of cream surmounted by the lush cherries of her dull red nipples.
She pulled him to her again. He cupped one tit in his hand and washed the other with feverish kisses. Barbi stiffened as she felt his lips close over her nipple and flinched as his teeth gently gnawed its erect hardness. This was more than she could have hoped for.
His hand was meanwhile investigating the joys of the other tit. He weighed it and cupped it, letting the nipple sear the palm of his hand and then rolling it between his finger and thumb. Always again he returned to weigh it, raising it and then letting it again sink, as if amazed at the solidness of it.
Barbi felt his head hard to her, so that he could only breathe the soft scent of her tits and all the time her cunt pulsed with its longing to be filled with the throb of his burning young cock.
At last she raised his head and kissed him passionately on the lips, letting her tongue run around just inside his eager mouth. They were making progress now.
"You love my titties," she said, "but when you were playing with yourself it wasn't them you were thinking about. Take my panties down, darling!"
He leaned back while she stood up and looked at her in wonder, as if he scarcely believed that these wonders were happening to him. No girl he ever knew had a pair of jugs like the ones he was staring at now.
She nodded and smiled encouragement. In fact, she did everything but push her tit in his mouth.
"Pull them down, pull my panties right down. Then, everything you can see is yours!"
He dipped his fingers into the tops of her panties at either hip. For a second he had stage fright.
He swallowed once and then, his eyes fixed on the triangle of her bush which showed through the transparent panties, slipped them down her tapering, quivering thighs. The woman shuddered.
The soft, sensual sound of the silk lace sliding down the flesh of her thighs and then the sound of her stockinged lower legs was a sound he was destined never to forget. It was such a new thrill to him.
Gerry held her panties at a position just below her knees, the tops of them gripped so tightly that his knuckles showed white against the dead blackness of the material. His eyes burned as he absorbed the dark V slash of her cunt where it swept to the little crevice between her now-clenched thighs.
Barbi had closed her thighs because she knew that if he but so much as touched her there an immediate torrent of love juice would lessen for a time the delicious torment that she was now so willingly enduring!
From his position, his face was hardly six inches from her pussy, he could see every hair, every luxurious curl that clustered and made exciting the sweet mystery of what lay beneath.
He suddenly dropped his hands from her panties and swept them behind her, driving his hands fiercely into the burning chasm between her bottom cheeks and pulling them apart and bringing her towards him.
She moaned in torment as the edges of his hand sank into her bottom, tipping the puckered, pleated ring there and sending waves of tantalizing fury through every nerve of her body. Barbi looked down at his face as he buried his lips in the fur of her pussy, filling his mouth with the crisp curls and his chin hard on the soft plumpness of her beautiful mound.
"Let me step out of my panties, darling," she breathed. "I want to spread my legs for you."
He released her for a moment and she shook her hips. Her tits danced like mad white jellies and her panties slipped down, drenching her feet in a little wash of black, lacy foam.
She sat down again on the sofa, letting her legs fall apart. Gerry still sat at her feet, his eyes riveted on the new sight the parting of her thighs had offered to his gaze. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
There, nestling deep in the clustered curls, was the pink gash of her luscious cunt. Framed by the black hair of her triangle on the full-clefted curve of her plump bottom cheeks on the lower side, it pouted prettily, the lips parted just enough to show the glistening moistness of the softness within.
"There it is," she said. "What were you thinking of when you played with yourself. Look at it! What do you want to do with it now that it's yours?"
She put the first two fingers of her right hand between her thighs. He watched her, fascinated. Was she going to show him how girls masturbate?
She gently parted the lips of her vagina so that he could see further into its pink softness. With the forefinger of her other hand she softly tippled the tiny erect clitoris that sprang like a fairy pink acorn just inside the top of her slit.
"That's where it's nice to be touched," she said.
He stretched out his hand. But she stopped him before he got a handful.
"Later," she said. "I want to see more of you, first!"
Barbi sat up on the sofa and reached towards his belt. She fumbled with it for a moment and felt silly.
"It's as bad as my bra!" she laughed.
He helped her though and the belt fell to the floor.
"Stand up," she told him.
He stood up somewhat shakily and she began to unzip his pants, but it wasn't easy as they were distorted by the jut of his horn. She grasped it through the cloth of the pants and moaned with exciting pleasure. She smiled sensually as she felt him leap into rigidity. By then his pants were undone to the bottom, but Barbi held them up for a moment. She looked up into his eyes to tease him and then, with a swift movement, tore them down his slim legs.
"Oh, isn't it a beauty!" she gasped.
His prick jutted from the slit in his shorts like a long white bar of ivory, round and strongly curved, his knob a splash of crimson that showed off the virgin whiteness of the steam itself to exciting advantage. Her eyes blazed with longing.
"I better not touch it," she breathed, "or I'll put it in my mouth and suck you till your balls are empty."
"Oh, Barbi, I'll shoot a wad if you talk like that," he cried.
"Don't you dare," she warned him.
Carefully then, she pulled the elastic of his shorts away from his belly. Slowly she pulled them down, making certain that his quivering cock cleared the slit and the rest of the short. She swiftly cleared them down his leg and he stepped out of them. Now she ran her hands down the outside of his thighs.
"I have always thought a prick looked nice sticking from under a shirt," she said.
She slipped her hands between his thighs and gently parted them. It was too great a moment to be rushed.
The backs of her hands slowly moved up his thighs until they were near his tight balls. Suddenly she cupped them in her hands and he quivered into rigidity. Barbi moved his shirt aside and looked at his trembling cock.
"You've got a little bit of hair!" she smiled.
He looked down at his sparse bush and blushed.
"It's not bad, really. Some of the boys haven't got as much."
"I love every hair there," she said, putting her hand on his cock, gently bending it down and kissing the soft hair above it.
Her hand still cupped his balls. She bounced them in her palm.
"Aren't they full? Do they get soft when your spunk comes out? Because I know how to fill them up again."
He nodded.
"Just a little. I'm frightened it'll come out now if you're not careful."
"Will it come out if I kiss it?"
"If you kiss it?" he gasped, incredulously.
She didn't reply. Instead she lowered her lips to the red knob of the delicately curved penis. She opened them and took his prick firmly in her hand. Then, with a sudden movement, she took his hard prick deep in her mouth, her tongue laving his knob with burning caresses. With it she succeeded in revealing the swollen smoothness of the knob and the ridge at its base.
She toyed with it like that for a few moments until a fixity of gaze and shuddering warned her to be careful. Barbi couldn't dare waste his come.
"Put it in me, darling!" she cried.
He awkwardly lowered himself until his belly touched hers. Barbi writhed as she felt the warm touch of his balls on her inner thighs.
She slipped her hand between her thighs and took his hard, white cock to the hair-bound lips of her quim.
Now she rubbed the knob up and down the length of her gash for a moment and then carefully inserted him.
He lay poised for a moment, merely knob-deep in her, unsure if he could do a decent job of fucking him.
"Come on!" she cried, and slipped her hands around to the cheeks of his ass. An instant later she was gobbling his young cock down her throat.
The boy cried out in delight and buried his hands in her hair in a delirium of passion.
"Oh, Barbi, it'll come in your mouth!"
"Don't let it," she mumbled, his knob still between her lips. I want it up my twat for that."
"Oh, I'll try not to, but it won't be easy."
But as a precaution against this she contented herself with gently running her tongue over his crimson helmet while her hand kneaded his tight scrotum.
Suddenly she could bear it no longer. With a sharp cry she flung herself down on to the thick rug before the fire. Barbi was sure she made an entrancing picture lying there in her abandon, naked but for the garter belt that still encircled her waist and her stockings which still sheathed her shapely legs. She flung her knees up and opened her thighs wide.
"Come on!" she ground out from between clenched teeth. Shove it into me, stud. Shove it into me!"
Gerry didn't hesitate.
He moved over her hands and she caught him behind the knees.
They buckled and he fell beside her. Her hand worked over his stiffness savoring its hardness and its burning warmth.
"Get on top of me," she whispered.
He obeyed.
Gerry straddled her, a knee on either side of her. Now he was poised above her, his cock jutting up along the line of his flat belly.
Barbi helped him to be suitably inspired.
She took his cock in her hand and pressed the skin back over his mount.
"Isn't a cock terrific!" she gasped. "I always think it's prettier than a woman's sex!"
"I don't!" he said promptly.
She smiled and pressed the skin even further back on his penis and his eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt the burning drag of her twat on his throbbing knob. She had him shoving it to her now.
He drew it out again, instinctively allowing the end to work against her clit, and then plunged it in again till the very root of it was pressed into the gaping lips of her cunt, while his balls swung and smacked on her pouting ass cheeks.
"Oh, that's it," she shrieked. "Pull it out and work it against my lips."
He did as he was bid and was rewarded by the disturbing result of being only barely able to keep his cock in her, writhing and plunging and twisting as she was.
Gerry took the hardness of his knob almost out of her, then pushed it against the top apex of her lips and tormented her helmet of her clit with little pushes and stabs.
"Oh, where did you learn this, you little devil?" she cried, writhing and bucking under the treatment.
"The girls like it when I screw them like this, so I thought."
"Go on!" she yelped, driving her hot sheath up over his white hardness.
She was frantic that his lack of experience would bring an early orgasm. This, however, was sheer anxiety because he quickly proved he could manage very well.
She reached around his ass and pressed him down oh to her. Her thighs were wide and for a moment he sank right between them, deeper than before.
He cried out as his penis sank into the burning pink clit of his mistress, driving his foreskin back and subjecting his soft tenderness beneath it to the fiery caress of her contracting cunt walls.
She, in turn, threw back her head and a long moan of satisfied bliss dribbled from her lips as she arched to the first stroke of his long, slender lance. It was a dream come true for her.
Barbi still held his ass, keeping his prick in her, savoring every hot inch of it from his blood-gorged knob to the thick root. His balls felt like two huge hot nuts as they fell against her bottom cheeks.
"Oh, you're in me, at last!" she cried. "Now, fuck me!"
He tentatively withdrew his cock until only his knob nestled between the tight wet lips of her hairy twat. Then, with a violent heave of his hips he sent his burning lance deep into her pulsing cunt.
She groaned and arched to meet the fierce thrust of him. The walls of her cunt were thrust wide as his prick reached into the hot secret depths of her ring and softly tippled her very cervix.
Barbi contracted her belly and threw her stockinged legs up and around his waist, locking her feet behind him. He groaned with pleasure.
The contraction of her belly created a fierce suction and she worried that he might shoot too soon. It was ignorance on her part for the experienced woman delights in what are commonly called "cock virgins" for the very reason that excitement, tension and inexperience all combined to delay the orgasm. And so it was with Gerry.
In and out of her writhing twat he plunged, seeking out the deep softness of her tight places and making his sparse pubic hair kiss hers on every stroke into her. He was even better than she hoped for!
Anticipating each thrust into her to a fraction of a second, she reared her ass from the rug and arched her trembling body up to meet his descending fury. Her hands tore at his shoulders and then at his hips and then at his naked buttocks.
At each stroke end when their groins kissed there was a delightful smacking sound as his hard chest slapped her luscious tits together and made him frantically conscious of her nipples, digging into him like tiny, burning, fleshy daggers!
She was beginning to approach her climax, now, although in his own excitement he was unaware of this. Moaning in her mad abandon, she flung her haunches up to meet each surging drive of his flesh, savoring every inch as it pierced her throbbing cunt like a dagger of burning flesh.
"Faster!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Make me come!"
He hardly knew what this meant, or at least, was not really capable of knowing anything except the clinging walls of her cunt, sucking at his knob like a thousand hungry mouths.
He drove his prick into her madly now, almost with a conscious desire to stab her and hurt her with each furious stroke. It made him feel like a powerful man.
She began a regular sob, still bucking her cunt up to meet the bite of his cock. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown up and she pushed her pussy up to swallow all the prick he could offer her. Her tits slapped together and danced in a mad erotic jiggle.
The pace of their stroking had increased now until Gerry's buttocks were almost a blur as they flashed down between her writhing thighs. Then she suddenly gave a vivid scream that rang through the quiet house. It was more like a war whoop.
Startled, he momentarily paused in his stroke. But she yelled in anguish and gripped his ass, her nails sinking into the hard cheeks, and pulled him violently down onto her, causing his cock to rip into her with such violence that it seemed to stab into her very vitals.
Barbi gave a shrill scream of lust and seized his hips and worked him in and out of her for a few violent strokes, then her legs spread back to the rug. Her head fell sideways and her tits danced to her labored breathing. The moment became frantic.
"Shoot into me!" she moaned. "Come right up into me! I want to feel it all hot in me! Fill me up!"
Gerry worked himself into her all the way to his balls. The memory of the swift flush of her spunk as she had ejaculated, hot in his mind. He felt his balls tense and in a mad frenzy of movement he plunged his hot cock in and out of her burning wetness.
Suddenly he paused on an outward stroke, his knob just inside the lips of her hole. Then with a guttural sound, he sank his prick in her softness to the very hilt. Their hair kissed, his balls slapped her bottom and she reared to meet the gush of come that spurted from his rigid tool deep into the soft cavern of her nest.
She gripped his ass tightly as he furiously eased his prick in and out of her, squeezing the last of his spunk into her ravenous, dilated twat.
As his motions died in nothingness and he collapsed exhausted on her belly. She locked her hands around his buttocks. She softly wriggled her hips and her cunt soothed his burning horn with appreciative massage. After a long while they were calm enough to speak.
"Wasn't that sensational, darling?" she asked, softly.
He nodded. He couldn't talk, because he could barely breathe.
"Did you have a big come? It feels as if you did. I'm sticky with it. It's wonderful."
"Dynamite!" he panted. "I've never felt anything like it."
"Better than screwing your little girls?" she laughed.
"No comparison!" he smiled.
"I felt it come into me," she hissed. "It was like a jet of hot milk. When you take your prick out it'll come out and run down my things!"
"It'll be out in a minute," he said. "I can feel it slipping."
She held him tighter.
"I want it to stay in as long as it can. I shall feel lonely and empty when it's gone."
They kept their bodies together but slowly and regretfully his now-limp cock began to slip from the clenched, striving pussy lips of his lovely mistress. She held her thighs tight together but suddenly, with a soft sound, he slipped out of her hotness.
They smiled at each other and she kissed him passionately. Come was passing out of her.
"It even feels nice resting on my thighs!" she smiled. "Maybe it will grow again."
"I love you," he cried, kissing her madly.
"Do you?" she sighed. "I suppose I love you, or wouldn't have you lying naked on top of me with my legs wet from your love. But is it love, or do we just like fucking?"
"I love you," he repeated, kissing her hard tits and taking her nipples into his mouth and tickling them with his tongue.
She wiggled.
"I could most certainly love you," she said. "But you're young, there'll be others. I expect that it'll just be my job to teach you how to better screw those young cunts."
She kissed him.
"What would your husband say?"
She shrugged and they laughed as his balls slipped between her legs at the movement.
"Do you care what he'd say? Anyway, let's not talk about it."
"Is he cruel to you?" he asked.
"Of course not. Let's not discuss him!"
"All right, but-"
"Yes, darling?"
"I think it's getting hard again!"
She slipped her hand between them and felt his hot tool.
"Heavens, what a man! I think it is!" He blushed.
"If you play with it, it will get hard again," he said.
"Then I'll fix that right away!" she laughed.
She moved him off her and he lay beside her. then she took his warm softness in her hand and began to ease his foreskin back and forth over his knob.
"Yes, it's getting stiff again!" she cried in delight.
He smiled and dipped his finger into her wet pussy.
"Aren't you stick," he said.
"Most of it is yours," she laughed.
They played with each other for a few months, working up to the big moment.
Suddenly they were struck into rigidity by the sound of a door opening. They both sat bolt upright, Barbi's hand shot out for something to cover herself but it was too late.
There, standing in the door was Mary! Beside her stood a young boy of perhaps seventeen, dark and handsome, with a calm, insolent face and thick lips.
"Oh, no!" Mary gasped.
"Pardon us!" the boy said.
The maid was shocked, but the boy was laughing!