slightly in and out of her rhythmically contracting cuntal sheath, perhaps an inch either way.
Abruptly, Frank freed his lips from hers, and he was kicking the confining covers off them.
'Christ!' he told her, 'I can't wait any longer! I've got to fuck you… right now!'
Then he knelt up above her as Charlotte turned over on her back, raised her knees high and spread her soft milk-white thighs obscenely wide to receive him.
In a way, Frank couldn't believe that it was all happening to him, as for a moment he drank in her nakedly curvaceous beauty, watching her writhe as she lay there in ecstatic anticipation waiting for him to enter her. Her breasts, full and ripely rounded, their nipples spiking out hard and pink as rosebuds above the slightly darker areolas, held his eyes for a moment before he lowered his gaze to zero-in on her splayed-open pussy between those tapered thighs, the moist coraline flesh of her cuntal slit glistening with her readiness and beckoning him closer. The soft curls of her jet-black hair surrounded it sparsely, and as he watched, her hands came down on either side, and with deliberate lewdness she slowly pulled her vaginal opening farther apart.
'Damn!' he gasped with appreciation. 'You're the most desirable woman I've ever met!'
Only a tiny mewling sound of expectancy came from her lips, as she churned her hips undulantly up toward him, letting her thighs spread open wider yet. Frank hesitated for a moment. He had the wild urge to plunge his tongue deep into her inviting cuntal mouth instead of his cock. God! How he would have enjoyed doing that to her… but at the same time, he knew that it was too late! It would have to wait for another time. His cock already throbbed achingly, demanding that he bury it deep in her to use it for its intended purpose.
'Oh, God, Frank… don't make me wait! Hurry! I've got to have that beautiful cock of yours inside me, fucking me hard… like you've never fucked before! Come on, darling! Shove it in me, and fuck me right now! Fuck me!'
Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she held her arms up to him now as her hands abandoned her pussy. He crawled between her thighs and lay half on top of her, his hands smoothing hungrily over the soft silkiness of her flesh, caressing her from the flare of her curvaceous hip to fullness of her mounding breasts; then his mouth searched for hers, as he kneaded and cupped, his fingers rolling her distended nipples to even harder erection. He kissed her deeply and hard, trying to do everything he knew to stimulate her further as his own lust grew, mounting with every passing moment.
Yet, he was stalling. There was an unexplainable fear in him, the fear of cumming too soon again. He was afraid that if he plunged his rock-hard cock into her now, before she was practically on the brink of her climax, he would ejaculate prematurely and fail her. Damn! I've got to wait a few more minutes… be sure she's ready!
He mumbled into her mouth, 'Charlotte, you're luscious. And I'm going to fuck you hard, just the way you want me to! But, I want to make sure you're ready!'
Desperately, he ground his sensitive cock-head down into the steaming crevice of her pussy, then made the swollen shaft of it lie like a huge log against her tender cuntal flesh to stimulate her even more. It came into maddening contact with the pulsing little bud of her clitoris, and he could feel her gyrate against him as mewling moans issued from deep in her chest.
The muscles of the brunette's lithe and agile body rippled under her pale white skin, and Frank gained the impression that for all of her womanliness there was a hidden strength in her beautiful body, a powerful readiness coiled like a strong spring for action… sex action. He felt the tensioned strength of the sinewy cords in her thighs, and he wondered just how strongly they would grip him when he finally did ram his cock deep into her yielding belly, driving it into her without mercy and fucking her with every ounce of strength he possessed.
'Oh, God you're torturing me, making me wait like this! Come on, Frank! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock inside me… in my cunt… fucking me!' Charlotte moaned pleadingly, as she bucked up against him in acute desperation.
The kiss was broken now, and it was now that he had to act, show her he was the man she expected of him. He heaved himself up above her and choked out, 'Okay, Charlotte, baby! I'm ready to fuck you, now!'
Reaching down between them, Jim Harding's wife gripped and guided the blood-inflated head of his cock to her impatiently waiting cuntal opening, moist and ready for his entrance. Her body trembled from head to foot with the intensity of her passion; at the moment his pulsating cock-head was there, poised at the opening of her vagina, she moaned with relief, her body arching upward toward him to claim his hardened male-flesh which still teased tantalizingly at the open mouth of her cuntal passage.
Poised above her on hands and knees, Frank groaned in the throes of his own passion as he felt the soft, silky hairs of her pussy brushing against the sensitive head of his penis. She was already gyrating in the lewd tempo of sexual coupling, and he was so aroused now, so far gone, that he had to fuck her, right then! He sucked in air, and with a grunt flexed his hips forward, driving his aching cock deep up into her. He felt the throbbing warmth of her vaginal opening stretch wide to receive him as the blood-filled shaft of his cock slid smoothly and effortlessly up into her slippery cuntal sheath, and it absorbed him completely, accepting his turgid rod of man-flesh deep into the depths of her white, trembling belly. His cock buried itself in her, his loins crashing hard into hers and his testicles below swinging forward to smack tight up into the narrow crevice between her buttocks. With a little moan of mixed pleasure and pain, Charlotte involuntarily squirmed her hips back and down into the soft mattress to escape the forcefully brutal entrance into her desire-inflamed cunt… Yet, she welcomed his animal-like thrust into her, for in the next instant she writhed up to him, expectantly, moaning, 'OOOoooh, Goddddd! Finally! I thought you'd never shove it in me… but you don't mess around when you do! I like it… I like it!'
Then she was moving, her hungrily clasping vagina milking him as it had before, while at the same time her gyrating hips were forcing his rock-hard cock-flesh in and out of her cuntal sheath. He held himself rigid above her, unmoving as she fucked up against him wildly, insanely. It was something he had never experienced, that of having a woman so hot and aroused that she was taking the initiative in sexual coupling and actually doing the fucking! Certainly his own wife Cheryl would never do that! She just lay there and let him do all the work. Sensations ran rife within him, and he was sure that he couldn't hold off for very long now. Again he could feel the slow searing burn of imminent orgasm. Damn it! Where's my control? I feel like I could cum… almost any second! It was a desperate, almost dismal feeling of impending failure! Even after she sucked me off once, already! Christ! It's like I've got a hair-trigger!
Frantically, he was moving then, as he tried to set some kind of concerted tempo with her. He began to thrust his rock-hard cock full length into the receptiveness of her hot, slippery cuntal passage, plumbing the very depths of her; at the same time, he could feel her cuntal passage moving on him, sliding up and down the pulsating length of his swollen rod of flesh, as she fucked back at him with all the strength of her pelvis muscles, her feet planted squarely on either side of him, thighs wide-splayed and her hips bucking up against him. She was arching her back off of the mattress by several inches, and it occurred to him inanely that it was almost like riding a bucking bronco.
And, inside her wildly moving cuntal sheath, he felt those contracting muscles sucking and nibbling at him like a second tiny mouth. It was pleasurably agonizing, as his sensitive penis, starved for such sexual delights, began to expand and jerk with the beginnings of his climax. He had the insane momentary feeling that his cock was caught in the maw of an insatiable sex-machine, which threatened to suck him inside out, drain him completely. His balls tightened until they ached, and he could feel the head of his penis expanding with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation, as he pistoned deep into her hotly slavering vagina.
Then Frank felt his loins constrict, and he knew that the dammed-up load of sperm was going to burst its confinement any moment now. God! He really was going to cum… already! His face contorted with the anticipation of his building orgasm, but he was frantic too with a sense of impending failure to bring Jim Harding's wife to the zenith of her climax. Christ! I'm almost ready to cum!
'Oh shit!' he said, disgust for himself and his poor performance all wrapped up in the one obscenity. 'I'm… going to cum! I… can't… hold back… any longer!'
'It's okay, darling! It's okay! Just keep on fucking! Keep on ramming your cock into me… as hard… and deep as you can… and keep it up… as long as you can!' Charlotte moaned up into his face. '… And, it'll be okay! I'll cum with you! I'm almost there… too!'
Deliberately, she pulled her thighs back until they were parallel with her body and mashed down against the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, which showed the blush of her passion. Raising her loins up to him now, and minimizing her own movements, she spread her thighs wide, scissoring them out to either side of the bed to make her clasping cunt an easy target for his deepest, lustiest, jackhammering thrusts up between her legs.
He felt it begin for him then, the combined pleasure and pain of the first jetting rush of semen beginning somewhere far back in his loins behind the base of his rutting cock.
