pressed back in. Once again, he opened her, spreading wide the taut tightness of her bowels. Then back he pulled, vacating her back tunnel. Then in, packing her with the swollen bulk of his prick.
She moaned now, soft and aroused. The gentle pistoning of his manhood was creating new waves of sensual thrills for her inexperienced body.
She relaxed as he drilled ball-deep into the heated confines of her ass, then squeezed down with fantastic tightness as he pulled back.
Without further directions from the raven-tressed goddess kneeling before him, he increased the tempo of his in-out strokes. She accepted him, wantonly welcoming the deep-probing shafts of his manmeat.
Her body began to move, hesitantly at first, then with growing fervor.
As he poled into the burning socket of her ass, she thrust back, swallowing up the thick, swollen root of his sex. She rocked forward, sliding off his meaty rail as he pulled out. Within moments, their rhythm matched perfectly.
'You're doing it!' she groaned, pleasure in her words. 'You're fucking my ass!'
He was. No longer were his strokes slow and easy. Now he was drilling long and hard into the welcoming pocket of her rear channel. His need for this woman seemed insatiable. The three months he waited for her now seemed more than worth it-a feeling she apparently shared.
Reaching down around her slim waist, he ran a hand to her crotch. While he slipped a finger up into the wet cleft of her loins, his thumb gently caressed the nubbin of her aroused clit.
The reaction was an explosive mixture of love and lust. She bucked back, impaling herself on him. She jerked forward, sucking at his prick with the mouth of her rear. At the same time, he poled in and out of her wanton ass. He finger-fucked her, playing with her clitoris with each drilling stroke.
Higher and higher, they whipped at each other. Together, they met the rush of their need. She came first, whimpering and moaning with unbridled abandon. Her body quaked and trembled.
Gratefully, he released the burning flow of his groin, blasting a fresh load of come into the fiery pocket of her ass. His legs quivered and shook as the fountains of pleasure spurted from his testicles.
With her arms and knees finally collapsed, neither of them cared. The union of their bodies had been too exquisite for any complaints.
Together, they clung to each other, man and woman, husband and wife, lovers.
'Beautiful,' she whispered, pleased and satisfied. 'I feel like I'm all yours now-your woman, your wife, your mistress, and your whore.'
He kissed her. In the past twenty-four hours, she had become all those things to him.
Chapter 8
Damn, you, Chance Weston! Cari felt her frustration mounting to the breaking point. You had no right leaving your little sister high and dry like this!
The trouble was, she wasn't dry. She was wet, hot, and very much in need of a man. For a girl addicted to sex the way she was, the past month of cold turkey had been sheer hell. She had done her best to forget about her brother, to put their life as lovers behind her. She had avoided him, refusing his and Tanya's invitations to come over to their new home for dinner.
In fact, she had done her best to completely forget about sex. Until tonight, she hadn't even allowed herself a date. Then she met Barry Cole earlier in the day and accepted his proposal for dinner and a movie.
She met Barry on campus and wasn't sure why she said yes to the young, red-haired man. Perhaps it was because he was an old friend. He and Chance had always been close, best friends back in high school. Then she had been the little sister who had always been a pest to them.
However, today Barry's reaction to meeting her had been more than enthusiastic. They had talked a bit about old times, then quickly outlined what they were doing on campus. Barry was presently working on his doctorate, supporting himself on the less-than-prosperous wages of a student instructor. The more they talked, the more she realized he might be a temporary solution to the problem she had developed over the past month. At least she had hoped so.
At the moment, the problem looked far from being solved. They had gone to dinner, then a movie, and despite all her efforts to make her desires known to him, he hadn't invited her back to his apartment. He did, after much cajoling on her part, agree to come up to hers for a cup of coffee.
So far, coffee was all he had shown any interest in-that and polite conversation, ranging from student-faculty relationships to politics.
Interesting conversation, she admitted, but she didn't want talk now.
She wanted action.
As she sat there on the sofa beside him, two cups of coffee settling heavily on her stomach, she toyed with the idea of reaching over and grabbing his crotch, squeezing his cock and pleading, 'I can't take it anymore. You've been driving me mad all evening! I'm yours! I'll do anything if you'll just plow my pussy with this wonderful cock!'
She didn't. If he couldn't feel the pressing invitation of her thigh next to his and the lingering caress of her hand on his shoulder and neck, he probably wouldn't get the message if she unzipped his fly, pulled his prick out and began sucking it. For some reason, Barry seemed to be on a completely different wave length.
Maybe he's afraid of putting the make on his best friend's sister? She puzzled over the problem. Other friends of her brother hadn't been bothered by that. All of them had tried to get into her pants. Some had succeeded. Maybe he doesn't like girls? Then why in hell did he ask me out?
'You know, you've really changed from the days when I used to come over to your house for cookies and milk after school,' he said, moving an arm behind her, letting it rest on the back of the sofa. His fingers brushed at her shoulder. 'You've grown up, Cari. You're really quite a beautiful woman.'
Finally! He's finally going to make a move. It's about time!
She scooted closer to him, her thigh pressing warmly against his. She fluttered her eyelashes and looked innocently into his eyes. 'It happens to the best of us, growing up, I mean. I was afraid you still saw me as Chance's kid sister.'
'Well, I guess… I mean… this afternoon I did,' Barry mumbled.
'But tonight, as we've sat here, I realized…'
Suddenly, his head darted forward. His hand tightened on her shoulder, while the other hand lifted her chin. His lips met hers.
He hasn't got the smoothest style I've ever seen, but it's a beginning!
She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inward. She accepted the tantalizing flicks and caresses of his exploring oral digit. He seemed a bit awkward, but his eagerness more than made up for it.
Displaying her approval, she melted against him. She arched her back, firmly rolling the twin peaks of her tits against his chest. At the same time, she slipped a thigh between his legs, rubbing it against the stiffness she found hidden there.
At least that proves he isn't turned off by girls!
And she wasn't turned off by him. Her month of celibacy was about to come to an end-thank God! She felt the juices flowing within her. The cleft of her loins ached to feel a man within her once again.
'Mmmmm,' she crooned as their lips parted. 'That was nice.'
'Yes, yes,' he mumbled, pulling away from her. His hands released her shoulder and chin. He glanced at his wristwatch. 'It's one o'clock. I didn't realize it was so late. I didn't mean to keep you up. And I've got classes in the morning. I've got to be going.'
Before she could say a word, he stood and quickly walked to the door.
For some reason, she couldn't shake the image of watching the retreat of a scared rabbit.
'Goodnight, Cari. I'll see you around campus,' he said with a hasty glance back over his shoulder. 'I apologize for keeping you up so late again.'
'Barry,' she said. He opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind him. '… Barry, wait…'
She couldn't believe it. He was gone. One minute he was making a pass, and the next she was sitting alone on
