Chapter 3
Feeling her hands pressing down around his waist, Chuck froze, hoping against hope that the time had finally arrived. Everything she had done to him up to this moment meant shit, in light of what he hoped would soon be taking place.
And soon enough it did, for without another word she spun him over, opening her mouth and smiling with a look of delight and excitement. The boy was now lying on his back, his thick rigid cock arching up straight along his lean washboard stomach.
"My goodness, Chuck!" she exclaimed. "Does it always get this big?"
He blushed hotly and nodded his head, wishing he could draw up enough nerve to pull the robe wide open. He wanted to see her in all her lush naked glory, but he was both too astonished by the rapid turn of events as well as by her heated reaction to his nudity and his cock in particular, to make a single move.
But if Chuck wasn't able to enact his desires, Amy certainly was able to do whatever she wanted. And what she wanted at that moment was to ride the youngster's pecker, amazed and delighted by the size and thickness of his manly tool. It put Freddy's to shame and if Chuck was as well-hung as this, possessed of a little more than seven inches of amazingly thick man-flesh, she now had little doubt that his father would be far more equipped, perhaps possessing something she'd never enjoyed before, a good stiff nine-inch cunt-rammer.
So now, even as he lay there with his dick drooling pre-come and his eyes glazed over, staring heatedly at the way the outline of her jugs rose and fell, half-seen through the opening in the loosely tied robe, she deftly unbuttoned the top of his pajamas and he pulled it right off, baring his smooth and hairless chest, his muscles bulging out with definition and vitality.
"What a little stud you are," she giggled, sliding over so that she was now straddling the tops of his hairy thighs, resting on her knees and the backs of her legs.
Having never gotten this far with a chick before, despite his physical good looks, Chuck could only blush all the more. And as his downy boyish cheeks turned red, Amy slid her fingers down to the tie of her robe, unknotting it and pulling the robe wide open.
It was Chuck's turn to stare and stare he most certainly did, all eyes to the sudden and torrid display of pulchritude and lush femininity. "Do you like what you see, Chuck?" she whispered, eyeing him intently and delighted by his obviously positive and excited reaction to her nudity.
She slid her arms out of the sleeves of the robe and tossed it over the side of the bed, arching her back so that her tits rose out at him. His eyes moved up and down her body, his mouth dropping open involuntarily as he kept staring.
Never before had he seen a naked woman, except when he peeked at his sister, and once his mother, when they had stepped out of the shower and were drying off in the bathroom. But now, other than the magazines he bought which he used to jerk off with, he realized that he had never known a girl all to himself, alone with her.
And Amy, despite the fact that she was in her early twenties, still struck him as a girl and not a woman. Her narrow waist and flaring sensuous hips formed a decidedly provocative border around her pussy. It was to her cunt that he now directed his unblinking and unwavering gaze, all eyes to the triangular and fleecy mound of blondish pubic hair, sparse curls forming nearly a straight line across the top of the inverted triangle and then thickening and darkening over the visible major lips of her muff.
The hairs which grew over the lips of her twat seemed tipped with moisture, wet and tangled and pressed down along her barely dilated cunt furrow. There was a definition to her box he hardly remembered seeing when he'd spied on his sister, a meatiness that he found tantalizing and decidedly edible.
In fact, he was going to do just that, bend his head forward and pull her towards him so that he could feast upon the abundant musky liquids streaming down the walls of her overheated snatch, when she lifted her plump white ass off of his thickset thighs and got ready to angle her box down into position.
"You sweet darling must still be a virgin," she whispered hotly. Besides being turned on to Chuck on a physical level, the very notion of seducing the boy, of taking his virginity and thus his boyish innocence, only served to inflame her passions.
He lowered his head in shame, as if she had cursed him out and put him down as a person not worthy of accepting the gift of her body. But she smiled and pulled his chin forward, admonishing him with her blazing eyes.
"There has to be a first time. Even your father was a virgin once, in case you haven't realized it," she told him. She reached out then and wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick. He shuddered from her touch, pushing his hips forward and panting with excitement.
Just having her hold onto his cock like this was having the desired effect, getting him off in no time at all. She slid her fingers through the wiry thicket of black pubic hair, hair which was thick around his groin, merging with the hair along the inside of his thighs, but stopping abruptly right below his navel.
The rest of his body was smooth and boyish, though from the waist down it struck her as if another body had been grafted onto his torso, a body that was several years older, far more physically developed and mature.
What a shame he hadn't been balled yet, she thought to herself, determined to change the youngster's status, and derive considerable pleasure for herself at the same time. She held onto his meaty rod, marveling at his thick cock and the way the flesh was smooth and hot. And then she pulled it towards her, stretching it forward so that as she lifted her ass off of his legs, she was able to rub his circumcised and leaking glans right against her pussy.
He trembled and his teeth chattered as he felt her rubbing his cock head up and down along her narrow cunt furrow, lubricating it with her abundant sticky juices. Her cunt liquids mingled with his dribbly pre-come, coating the head of his pecker with a thin layer of viscous lubrication.
But it was the sheer fact of touching her cunt, of having his meat rubbing delightfully and tantalizingly against her pussy, that got him going. He panted, afraid of touching her, his fingers itching to reach up and press against her lush firm jugs.
As if she could read his thoughts through the look of sexual hunger reflected in his eyes and emanating like radiation from his entire body, Amy smiled hotly and let go of his cock, just long enough to take hold of his wrists and move his hands forward.
When she let go of them, he knew exactly what to do.
He clutched her jugs as if they were handles, giving him physical as well as emotional support. His palms rubbed briskly over each taut and swollen nipple and Amy moaned with excitement as she pushed herself forward, wiggling from side to side and trying to trap the glans of his virile young poker right inside the vestibule of her box, the entranceway that was her pulpy vulva.
Her clit was standing at stiff and rigid attention. Though she would certainly not have minded a good bout of cunt-lapping, she had her mind on more immediate concerns; the primary act, penetration, insertion, balling like two animals until they both came in a blaze of screaming shuddering glory.
So it was without further hesitation that she pushed her crotch forward. She trembled as his fingers grew more daring. He licked the tips of his fingers, reacting hotly and instinctively, as if to take care of her needs even as she attempted to take care of his own randy sexual appetites.
For as he rubbed her nipples with his moistened fingertips, she was attempting to cram the head of his pecker right into place. Chuck glanced down between his legs and held his breath, watching the way she was pushing her cunt forward, the meaty raggedy-edged outer flaps of flesh spreading slowly wide in order to press around the head of his dick.
"Just watch, learn from my lessons," she giggled, enjoining him to be as quiet as possible, lest his parents or his sister discover what they were up to. Something told her that no one would real ly be upset about it either but she still didn't want to take any chances.
After all, this was only her first night at the Clayton house.
But she was the kind of hot-blooded young woman who knew what she wanted and knew exactly how to get it as well. And Chuck was a most apt and willing pupil, eager to please, eager to prove to her that he was still a boy, even if he only was sixteen and a half, and a virgin at that.
But the latter category would not remain with him for too much longer, not the way Amy was working at it. She pushed nimbly and agilely forward and he gasped, straining and pumping towards the promise of fulfillment.
Her cunt lips spread wider apart and suddenly he was inside, flush within the narrow pocket that was the vulva of her cunt. He could even feel the button of erectile tissue that was her clitoris. Tender and swollen, it rubbed right along his pisshole, eliciting an immediately heated and deranged response.
"Oh it's so hot, so wet too," he whispered, looking up into her narrowed eyes.
But she had her eyes between her legs, not on his face, luxuriating in the pleasure which was coming back to her, the way her pussy was responding heatedly and instantaneously to the pressure and friction of his leaking and bulbous glans. The mauve-tinted head of flesh was filled with trapped blood and like the head of a mole it seemed to try to bury itself farther and farther inside.
"That's it, watch the way it's disappearing, right down into my pussy," she whispered, wideeyed and wildly aroused as the pressure increased steadily with each successive upward thrust of the teenager's hips.
Her muff grew hotter and then her vulva merged with her vaginal canal. The head of his cock seemed to nose about at the narrow entranceway, feeling its way inside with blind insistence and heated determination.
Amy pushed herself forward, still gripping his dick firmly around its hairy base. She held it nearly upright, angling and aligning her muff down so that she was slowly able to slide right down on top of his joystick, riding it like a fireman going down a pole.
Only this pole was made of flesh and blood, rather than molded steel. But it was nearly as hard as steel, or so it felt to Amy at the moment. She thrust forward and he whimpered, begging eagerly for more, savoring the way his cockshaft was now half-hidden from sight, the tightly stretched skin along his pole rubbing slickly and briskly along her vaginal walls.
"That's so good, the way it feels, so wet and so sticky, too," he panted, finding it hard to believe that this was all happening, taking place, and right in his own house, as well.
But it was happening, all right, and happening to him. There was no way to deny his raging excitement, both on a psychic as well as on a physical level. For one, he was no longer a virgin, tasting poontang as his friends called it, for the first time. And two, he was loving every minute of it, balling a girl several years older than him, a woman perhaps, and turning her on as much as she was exciting him.
There was certainly no lack of compatibility between them, none that could come to mind. Amy threw her head back and moaned, pushing down as the walls of her shuddering muff were stretched wider and wider apart.
"That's it, push up, watch and feel it moving inside of me," she groaned as he strove to fill her box with every last inch of hard and virile dong.
And fill it he soon enough succeeded in doing.
With a last strenuous downward thrust, a motion matched by Chuck's energetic forward lunge, the two of them were finally joined and coupled as tightly as nature and their bodies would allow. The entire length of Chuck's dick was buried inside of her pussy, luxuriating in the myriad sensations which came back to him through his raw and enervated nerve endings.
He could feel her cunt muscles rippling, clenching and then loosening their hold all along the length of his hidden cock-shaft. More juice streamed down along her vaginal walls to lubricate her trench and coat his slick pecker with slippery liquid. And as he pushed forward, panting and straining, the heat of her box made him grunt with excitement.
Their crotches were flush against each other, dichromatic-black hairs tangled with dark-blonde fleecy ringlets of cunt fur. He tweaked each stiff ruddy nipple and groaned with desire, watching the way Amy slowly lifted her ass off of his grisly thighs, his cock appearing and then disappearing as she pushed down and sat on his dick all over again.
"You're doing fine, kiddo," she told him, holding onto his shoulders for support as he now started to stab in and out, pumping forward, straining and rising up before her. She pulled her legs out from under her and stretched them out alongside his body, the two of them forming a boat that was hinged at the middle.
Chuck bit down on his lower lip, grasping her hands and intertwining his fingers with hers. They held onto each other for support and each time he thrust his hips forward, she responded by pushing back down and wiggling and corkscrewing her hips from side to side. "More, keep going," she told him, loving the way his cock was filling her, exerting pressure on her vaginal walls and making her juice up with an amazing amount of sap.
But what she wanted was the good old one-two, in-out and so even as they rocked back and forth and his eyes bugged out with delight, hitting into her pussy adeptly, watching the way the opening into her muff was stretched wide, her cunt lobes stuck around the sloping rounded sides of his pecker, she gently began to urge him over onto his side.
He kept his hose stuck down into place, filling her pussy as he rolled onto his side and she slid one leg back behind her and then another. Once she had succeeded in stretching out on top of him, Amy thrust her pelvis down and felt his dick ensheathed up to the hairy root.
"Now roll, keep rolling," she hissed between clenched teeth, trying to keep his cock in place even as they reversed their positions. She worked her vaginal muscles as firmly and tightly as she could, gripping his penis and keeping it buried deeply inside of her pussy as they heaved over and she felt herself rolling onto her back, Chuck moving eagerly to get into position on top of her.
He lay there, panting, pressing his lips against her mouth, driving the wedge of his tongue right between her lips even as he drove the wedge that was his hammer-headed cock down into her pussy. In this frontal position he was able to achieve maximum penetration.
And when Amy felt the head of his bulbous and blood-engorged dong gently tipping her womb and hitting against the very end of her vaginal canal, something few guys she had balled had ever been able to achieve as their dicks were never quite long enough to fill her to that marvelously complete degree, it triggered a whole new set of reactions;
She clawed at him, raking her nails over his back, scissoring her legs open and shut so that when she closed them as best she could she was able to trap his firm rounded and hairy scrotal sac, tickling and toying with it as if she was clutching it with both of her hands and not the muscles of her thighs.
"Oh it's so good. I can't hold back much longer," he whispered, rearing up and bracing himself. He pressed his palms flat on the bed on either side of her, dug his, toes down into the mattress so that he wasn't pressing his entire body against her nubile figure and then started to pump like the man, the stud she knew he would soon enough become.
He was a pony now, on the verge of maturing into the stallion she imagined his father to be. But even as a pony he had the moves and the more he worked on it, the better his technique became. He had a knack of spearing his cock straight down, then swaying and wiggling his buns from side to side so that he exerted a delicious pressure against her left vaginal wall and then the right side of her cunt.
And when he thrust down, his nuts tickled her buns. She spread her thighs even wider inside, holding onto his neck and shoulders and begging hotly for more. "You're gonna make me come. Keep going, again, again," she whispered, afraid to speak any louder lest the walls had ears.
But no one was up and about, no one was listening to their wild and lusty love calls. He drilled and hammered wantonly, a madman feeling his oats, savoring the fact that here he was fucking, and fucking an "older woman" at that.
And when Amy started to come, when she told him that she was creaming and getting off for want of a better way of phrasing it, he couldn't have been more delighted or proud of himself.
I made her come, he thought to himself, pounding even faster than before. He lowered his head, but instead of lashing his tongue across her knockers, kept his eyes glued between his lifted legs. He couldn't stop staring, amazed at the sheer process of insertion and penetration. Just the way his cock was sliding in and out, squishing loudly each time he plowed into her, added immeasurably to his pleasure.
When she started coming, writhing on the bed and lifting her legs to lock her ankles over the small of his heaving bucking back, he dug in and out with dog-like strokes. He jabbed as if she was a bitch in heat, heatedly and frenetically, gasping but unable to stop himself.
"Yes, pound it into me. Oh fuck me, fuck me harder, harder, Chuck," she wailed as her cunt burned and itched with unbearably delightful pleasure. She was coming and she didn't want the ecstasy of her release to ever end.
And if Chuck kept doing what he was doing at that moment, she knew that one orgasm would begin to merge with another. Cunt juice spilled down the walls of her undulating muff as if a dam had broken, releasing a virtual lake of oily spicy sap.
"Does it feel good?" he whispered, eager to please her, to prove to her that he may have been a virgin less than fifteen minutes before, but that now he was well on his way to learning his "trade," his sexual pyrotechnics and youthful and tireless skills.
But Amy was lost in another world. She nodded her head vigorously up and down, unable to speak as a low-pitched wail of ecstasy escaped her lips. She tossed and turned on the bed, caught up in volcanic and tumultuous forces and unable to control the spastic and convulsive muscular contractions which rippled throughout her body.
But even as she came, he refused to stop, nor did she even want him to begin to consider coming himself. He lit into her harder and faster than ever, his balls signaling his rhythmic downward lunges and plunging strokes.
They swacked like a fist between the upraised cheeks of her jiggling butt. With one hand, he pulled her up higher, forcing her to lock her ankles more firmly around the small of his back. And when he had succeeded in pulling her up even higher, he rammed down as if his cock was an engine gone out of control.
"I ... I can't stop. I'm gonna get off ... is it all right?" he moaned, shuddering with joy as her cunt walls rippled deliciously around his burning quivering prong. He lashed up and down like a speed-freak, one tireless hammering stroke after another. His dick was a piston which burned every inch of her pussy and seconds after she had succeeded in milking a second orgasm from her youthful and salacious pleasure parts, Chuck fi nally joined her in the pleasure of her wanton and voluptuous release.
There was no stopping either of them after that.
He heaved down and stiffened, his eyes rolling up for an instant to display the whites like the eyes of a dead man. But dead was the farthest thing from reality, for he was more alive to himself and to the moment than ever before in his entire life.
"Oh now, now Amy. Oh I can't, oh it's happening, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he cried out, groaning as he fell against her and began to shudder and tremble with delight.
His balls seemed to cool and contract. Pulled back high up inside his scrotum, they seemed to clench an instant later, triggering his lusty and youthful climax. She held him tightly as she felt his cock seemingly exploding, sending out the first virile rushes of pent-up semen.
His load shot out with thick bullet-like wads, creamy gushes of gism splashing hotly inside of her shuddering muff. She could almost feel his come splattering against her cunt walls. Her vaginal muscles responded and she clenched them over and over again, nubile contractions which succeeded in arousing him beyond belief.
They worked to nip and milk his tool of its abundant load of semen and Chuck could hardly speak or see straight as his muscular prong ejaculated six, seven and then eight times in quick succession. He was left lying flat on top of her, his body warm and coated with a thin liquid sheen of sweat, his breath coming in sweet hot gasps of joyous fatigue.
Gently, she massaged his trembling back with her hands, comforting him as if he had undergone a successful operation and the prognosis was definitely a positive one. "You were wonderful," she whispered, licking his ear and then blowing a draft of hot air which made him shudder and then giggle with nervous relief.
He had had countless visions of being unable to perform, for it seemed as if he'd been trying to lose his virginity for years, ever since he had been able to come at the age of twelve and a half. But now there was no doubt in either his mind or Amy's that he had what it takes to turn a chick on and keep her turned on, at that.
Weakly, his cheeks flushed with delight, he lifted himself off of her. Then, ever so gently, as if he was afraid to uncouple and pull his cock out from the warm wet bath that was the inside of her muff, he slid his half-limp dong slowly out into the open.
It plopped loudly out, trails of come and cunt juice sticking to the wrinkled sides of his detumescent cock. Come was already beginning to ooze down the walls of her burning muff and her cunt still throbbed insistently, as if she was up for another randy bout of virile and masterful balling.
But once seemed all that Chuck could handle, perhaps afraid of overstaying his visit, perhaps anxious to get back to his room before his parents discovered his absence, should they still be awake. But whatever the reason, Amy didn't mind.
Her plan had gotten off to a marvelous start and if Chuck was in any way representative of his family, she knew that her stay with the Claytons was destined to become an experience which would undoubtedly change her entire life, not to mention her outlook, her future and, most and best of all, her range of sexual activity.
And the latter, in particular, was the one thing that mattered more to her than anything else in the world. "This'll be our little secret, Chuck," she said, adding a moment later, "At least for the time being, understand?"
"Yes, Miss Witney ... I mean, Amy," he replied, blushing as he slipped off of the bed and picked up his robe. He kept his eyes glued between her legs, as if he just couldn't get enough of her box, unable to stop staring.
"You know that a man never brags about the women he's been with, don't you?" she went on. "Only boys do things like that, putting down someone they've made love to. I hope you won't betray my confidence in you, Chuck. I'd be very unhappy about it, and I know it would be impossible for us to do this again if you told anyone about what happened here tonight. Need I say more?"
"No, Miss ... no Amy. Of course I won't tell anyone. Jeez, I'm not like that. Besides, I ... well, you know I like you, even more than just a
... I mean, as a person," he said, fumbling and trying to find the proper words to express his feelings.
She smiled and pulled the covers back over her flushed and naked body, not wanting to douche or dry herself off. She was on the pill, needless to say. But even more than that, she wanted to fall asleep with her box filled with Chuck's warm sticky load. It was a way of staying turned on, or just about, all through the night.
Chuck tied the robe around his waist, took a final heated glance at her and walked to the door. "Well, good night, Amy. And ... and thanks, thanks a lot."
"Let me thank you," she was quick to add. "After all, fucking never works for only one person. It's a give and take, two people enjoying themselves, together."
He nodded his head and opened the door, closing it softly and gently behind him. Amy lay there under the covers. She shut her eyes and reached out mechanically for the lamp. And as she switched off the soft gleaming light, a smile crossed her lips and stayed there, all through the night.