'No, don't play games with me. I just want you to… to… '
'Yes?' he said before biting down hard into one of her thick brown nipples.
'Fuck me!' she finally shouted. 'Oh, Tommy, fuck me!'
Tommy smiled a broad satisfied smile. He had Barbara right where he wanted her. He had fucked plenty of women in his day, and many of them had demanded his cock. But he could tell that most of them were faking, trying to act like depraved sluts for his benefit. Barbara, on the other hand, was a different story. He could tell she wanted it bad. The way she was wallowing around beneath him, the way her chest was beginning to flush red, the way her lips trembled and her belly quivered-all these signs told him that she wanted to fuck in the worst way.
Knowing that he had brought a woman to such a thorough state of arousal was a tremendous boost to his ego. The team hadn't been winning many games in the past few weeks, so Tommy was spending more and more time taking his frustrations out on the women at school. He hadn't fucked a woman so needful of his cock since he let Judy, Barbara's roommate, suck on his penis at a wild beer party a few weeks earlier. He remembered how he had come in her mouth as she gobbled down his sperm while kneeling next to a shiny silver beer keg. Then she had begged him to fuck her. Dragging her off into the bushes, Tommy had done just that, much to the lewd delight of a gaggle of onlookers.
Through Judy, Tommy had met Barbara. She seemed like a much nicer, more intelligent person than Judy. Sure, Judy liked to fuck, but that seemed like all she wanted to do. Obviously, Barbara liked to fuck, too, but at least she seemed to have a brain in her head.
Gripping the swollen shaft of his cock in his large fist, Tommy teased Barbara by stroking himself a few times. A bead of juice appeared on the tip of his prick, signaling to the aroused young woman that Tommy wouldn't be long in coming.
'Please,' she gasped. 'Put it in me, honey. Now!'
Barbara was becoming desperate. Since she knew his orgasm was imminent, she wanted him inside her as soon as possible. She didn't want him to lose control at the last second and blast his sperm out across her belly. No. She wanted to be filled with his juices, overflowing with sticky white semen.
Aiming the head of his cock at her hole, Tommy thrust forward. The first few inches of his prick easily entered her. He held still for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the hot slippery flesh of her cunt.
Barbara wrapped her legs around his waist and then locked her ankles together. She squeezed her legs tight against his sides. At the same time, she kicked her heels into his taut buttocks, imploring him to drive more of his penis into her needful cunt.
'Awwwwww!' she moaned as Tommy thrust a few more inches of his shaft inside her.
Barbara felt as if she were being split apart. But she wanted more. Harder, she hammered her heels into his ass, demanding the full length of his cock.
At last, Tommy plunged his prick all the way in. Barbara couldn't believe how stuffed she felt. Her pussy was big enough to allow his cock inside, but her cunt-flesh was still stretched to the limit. Each time Tommy thrust into her, her pussy-lips were pushed back down into her hole. And when Tommy pulled back out, her lips were pulled out almost all the way, still pressed tightly around his shaft.
Soon they were fucking at a furious pace. Tommy pumped as hard as he could, and Barbara took all he had to give. They started sweating, and their bodies were coated with a glistening sheen of perspiration. The wetter they became, the louder their bellies smacked together.
Barbara wanted it to last forever, it felt so good. But she felt herself moving closer and closer to her release, and she knew that if Tommy kept it up, she would come shortly.
Then it seemed to her that Tommy's cock was beginning to swell up even larger in her cunt. When he began moving his hips faster while grunting loudly, Barbara could tell that he was about to come first. So she held on tight and tried to make him feel as good as possible, trying to make his impending climax powerful and satisfying.
Just when she thought Tommy was moving his hips impossibly fast, he stopped and held his cock deep inside her. He let out a loud groan, his face contorted with pleasure. Then the first spurt of his sperm came jetting out of his prick.
That was all it took to trigger Barbara's orgasm. The feel of his blazing juices oozing into her cunt-flesh started her coming in a big way. She clutched Tommy's body even tighter with her arms and legs as she began spasming.
Never before had the young football star experienced such a thrilling mutual orgasm. Knowing that he had aroused Barbara tremendously was one thing, but knowing that his own orgasm had set off her climax was the ultimate thrill.
Their bodies continued to slap together as they rode out their pleasure. They moaned and sighed, reaching a frantic peak and then drifting back down. When their pleasure was complete, they continued to hold one another tightly, kissing softly, breathing heavily.
'That was wonderful,' Barbara said, running her fingers through Tommy's hair. 'I'm just sorry that I'll be going back home next week, after finals.'
Tommy sat up for a moment, startled. 'But you can't do that, 'he said. 'We… we just met a few days ago. And… and… '
'I'm sorry, Tommy. But I have to go. My friend Regina is getting married and I have to be with her. You understand, don't you? Don't you?'
Dropping his head into her cleavage, Tommy began licking her tits absent-mindedly. 'No,' he mumbled. 'I don't understand.'
The weeks that followed were frantic ones for Barbara. Events happened at a mad pace. She went back to her hometown, stayed at the home of her soon-to-be married girlfriend, Regina, was offered and took a summer job on the local newspaper, and renewed one childhood friendship after another. She hoped she would not have to return to the Me Generation kooks of Los Angeles after the summer was over. She loved the little town where she had grown up, and was a bit jealous of Regina who had lived her entire life there and was soon to marry Greg, a boy they had both known since kindergarten days.
But just a few days into her stay at the Prescott home, Barbara realized that the day after the wedding she would be alone in the big house. Regina's parents were leaving on vacation and of course Regina would be on her honeymoon. The whole idea of staying on in Regina's house turned Barbara off. She considered taking an apartment of her own, but wondered if she could afford it. And that's when it happened. The newspaper's ace reporter was killed in a plane crash, and after a day of shock in the City Room, someone mentioned that the dead man's penthouse apartment and his houseboat would be vacant now, and, although it seemed a bit ghoulish, Barbara began to think about the possibility of taking over the houseboat herself. She became fascinated with the idea. The penthouse itself was, of course, out of the question. The rent was fourteen hundred a month! But the houseboat… perhaps she could swing that. After helping Regina that night with the final wedding invitations, Barbara thought about the idea long into the night before falling asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, after attending to her usual routine office duties at the newspaper (which included making appointments for Melinda, a fellow employee), Barbara dialed Ted's extension. Ted knew where the houseboat was moored. He thought she was crazy, but gave her directions anyway. After an hour's search, and being advised by the dock-man that she was the fifth person to inquire about the houseboat, Barbara finally found it.
It was not what she expected, somewhat of a disappointment. But more of a disappointment was the conversation she overheard once she boarded the old boat. Listening, she heard the argument of four men, an argument that told her that two naval officers had already rented or bought the houseboat, and that a civilian was still trying to outbid them, frustrated at their refusal.
She stood on the deck, as the civilian, wearing a rumpled-looking suit and a sour scowl, stomped past her,
