relishing the feel of it within her. She was aware, totally aware of the filling mass that packed her man-hungry quim.
'Tight!' he grunted, shoving himself even deeper into the hot socket of her need. 'You're so damn tight!'
She was glad. She wanted to be tight for him. She wanted her pussy to feel right for this mock-rapist that pinned her body beneath his muscular nakedness.
She lifted her arms, intent on hugging him close, but his hands grabbed her wrists, holding her arms outstretched on the bed above her head.
She felt bound, unable to escape him. The delightful feeling only added to the excitement of their coupling.
'Now, I'm going to fuck you, long and hard,' he whispered, his mouth at her neck, nibbling. 'Fuck this hot, tight pussy!'
His hips wrenched upward. The thick slab of his sex slithered from the innermost recesses of her cunt. She groaned, suddenly feeling empty and hollow.
There was an abrupt rush and the engorged head of his rod splayed open her vagina once again, filling her with the hot, hard cock she wanted so desperately. She moaned, reveling in the magnificent presence that penetrated her body.
'God!' she moaned. 'You're so big! So hard!'
'Just what you wanted,' he said, swinging his head down a bit so that his lips and tongue were in reach of her tits.
His mouth captured one of the warmly glowing peaks of her nipples. She arched her back, forcing the wanton flesh of her breast into his face.
He accepted her offering, licking and sucking ravenously. The whole mound of her tit seemed to swell, aching with a delicious swirl of sensations.
Up and down, his persistent prodder reamed into the gratefully welcoming mouth of her sex. She tried to tauten her vaginal muscles even tighter, trying to hold him securely anchored in the depths of her quim. It was an impossible task. Her own flood of slippery, lubricating juices made her love channel too wet for that. But it was a delight trying.
Up he rose, his spear-like javelin, pulling back like a piston of flesh. Her whole body seemed to flow with him. She felt the pink folds of her cunt cling to the rigid mass of his manhood, then fold back on themselves as he came plunging back into her open body.
It was good, so damn good. She wanted to show him just how good it was, to hold, or perhaps to wedge her hand down between their now sweatslippery bodies and tenderly stroke his testicles. But his clasping hands held her wrists tightly. The only thing she could do was to throw her pelvis upward, greedily swallowing each lunge of his cock, and groan appreciatively as she accepted the meaty pleasure of his lust.
Harder, he slammed into her. She felt his balls bouncing off the rounded curves of her ass. She heard the wet, sucking sounds of his cock gliding in and out of her body. The virility of the man now riding atop her was incredible. Each shafting of his cock was ecstasy in itself. He was so strong, so powerful. His unyielding spike of sex demanded her full attention, which she gladly gave.
Deeper, she wanted him deeper. She wanted him to reach out, slip his hands beneath her ass and hike her bottom into the air. But his hands were occupied, pinning her arms above her head.
She took care of the problem herself.
Pulling her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling and her feet rested flat on the bed, she formed a saddle for him. Immediately the angle of his entry was changed. He drove deep into her, opening recesses yet untouched by his probing prick.
She writhed and squirmed, whimpering little moans of pleasure. She bucked and hunched, wantonly receiving the ramrod of his bone-hard cock.
Faster his pelvis rose and fell. He fucked her with wild abandon. The power and need of his reckless ravaging of her body had never been hinted at earlier. She was surprised by his fierce lust, but grateful, wonderfully grateful.
Even with Chance, she had never experienced such consuming desire, such overpowering strength. She surrendered herself to this man, giving herself completely to the rhythmic plowing of his fantastic cock.
His tit-sucking mouth and his pistoning stalk of manhood were all she wanted. They were all it took!
Her thighs glowed, fiery balls of sexual heat. Swirling flames licked out, sizzling through the open nerve endings of her body. Bigger and bigger the balls grew. Hotter and hotter the intensity of her need flared. Then they met deep in the core of her body forming a nova of exploding pleasure.
A month without a man, a month of wanting and aching, a month of needing with absolutely no satisfaction was suddenly unleashed within her. Like a hurricane, the orgasmic sensations of her release swirled within her. She was blasted higher and higher, crying out the full pleasure of her climax.
She throbbed and trembled. She writhed and twisted beneath the man still poling atop her supine body. Wave upon wave of devouring sensations washed through her, freeing all the lusts and needs she had held penned up for the past month.
It seemed like an eternity before the last of her flesh tremors passed and she lay panting and exhausted under the red-haired mock-rapist.
However, he still had not slowed his furious plowing of her wanton cunt. Nor did he until she was lost amid the oblivion of another climax, and then yet another.
When her eyes fluttered open from the third rush of ecstasy, she felt his body tense. He threw himself into her, his cock spearing to the quivering depths of her pussy. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as his own lust rushed from his groin and flooded her quim.
His hands released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body, lovingly caressing his nakedness. Gratefully she received the hot gushes of his loins, thankful that he had chosen her as the chalice of his need.
She didn't know how long they lay there after the last quivering twitch of his cock passed. It was just good enough to savor the feel of him, his weight pressing solidly atop her. When at last his deflated prick slipped wetly from her come-filled cunt, he lifted his head and kissed her. There was passion in that kiss, but it was tender and gentle, containing the same gratitude she felt toward him.
He then rolled to his back and eased her into the hollow of his shoulder. She snuggled closely, enjoying the warmth of his body close to hers. Closing her eyes, she sighed, satisfied and sated. He's going to spend the night.
She drifted off into sleep, for the first time in a month, feeling very much a woman.
Chapter 9
'A Virgin!?!' Cari stared at the man stretched out beside her in the bed. The morning light suffused through the window bathing his nakedness. 'Are you trying to tell that last night was your first time!?!'
Barry smiled rather sheepishly and nodded.
'Come on, that line went out years ago,' Cari replied, knowing damn well he had to be putting her on. No man performs the way this stud did last night unless he's had a hell of a lot of experience. 'Barry, stop kidding.'
'I'm not,' he said in a soft voice. 'You were the first. I've never made it with another woman before.'
'Men?' she asked realizing he might be telling the truth.
'No!' He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. 'Men aren't what I've wanted.'
'Hey, you are telling the truth, aren't you?' She shook her head. It was unbelievable. 'You were a virgin.'
'A twenty-four-year-old cherry,' he said, glancing up and trying to smile. 'Funny, isn't it? Until last night, I never thought I'd lose it.'
'It's not funny at all. It's a waste! Do you realize there are a million or two women in this world just waiting for someone like you to walk into their lives.' She shook her head again, still finding it hard to accept the fact that the virile man who had mounted her last night had been a virgin. 'You're quite a man.'
She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a blush of pink creep into his cheeks. He smiled. 'And you're
