She knew he was close, but somehow he managed to withhold the gushes of his lust until he brought her off. Gratefully, she came, doing her best to give his prick the tender loving care it deserved while she shook and trembled in the throes of her release.
Then when the last contracting spasm of her pussy passed, he came. She welcomed the hot, scalding blasts of come that jetted into her face, splattering over the carpet of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth.
She drank down the opalescent spurts of his semen, sucking and milking at his cock, trying to take every last drop. She thrilled as his swollen pole jerked and bobbed in her mouth. She reveled in the lusty groans she pulled from the depths of his throat. She had returned pleasure with pleasure, the secret of a good lover, as had he.
Before the exquisite delight of her mouth turned to pain, she slipped her caressing lips from his rod. As she raised her head, his eyes met hers. He grinned and opened his arms to her. Accepting his invitation, she scurried up to his embrace.
They kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. The sexual flavors they still carried in their months mingled, exciting her. Their warmth, the feel of skin on skin, sent fresh waves of desire trembling through her body.
I've been a month without a man and now I can't get enough of this one.
I wonder what he thinks? After all that time without knowing a woman's body, he must think he's fallen into the bed of a nymphomaniac!
'You dig it, sex I mean,' he said, more of a statement than a question, when they parted.
'Everything about it,' she answered. 'I'm what those writers of sexy books call a ball-freak. I dig men and I like to ball. Shock you?'
'Should it?'
'It does some.'
He didn't answer immediately. She felt a bit of uneasiness. Had he just realized that there were other men, and boys before him? Did it bother him? Was he one of those men who still felt a woman was a whore unless she retained her virginity until she climbed into the marriage bed?
'I don't know why it should. I like it.' He looked at her, that serious expression on his face again. 'I can't believe anybody else won't.
You're completely free about it. That's good, really. You give…'
'And take too!' She emphasized her remark by reaching down and giving his cock a firm squeeze. My God! This man's still hard!!!
'You know what I'm trying to say. The worst thing I could possibly think of is going to bed with a woman who felt like she was allowing you a privilege by letting you into her bed,' he said. 'Does that make sense?'
'In the same way this does, men who feel they're God's gift to women turn me off,' she answered. Her fingers explored the rigid mass of his manhood, still unbelieving.
'What!' He shot up, bouncing her onto her back 'You mean, I'm not?'
He tried to keep a serious expression, but maintained it for only a split-second before he laughed, and she joined in.
'You're crazy,' she managed to say. 'Absolutely crazy!'
'It's your fault. You drive me out of my mind,' he said with a wide grin. 'You're delightful! It's impossible not to be a bit wacko when I'm around you. Your touch turns me into a madman.'
'I've got a serious side too,' she said, somberly. 'Though I admit I usually keep it hidden.'
'Hmmmmm. I'd like to see that side of you, too. I'd like to know everything about you.'
'Good, because I feel very serious right now,' she replied. 'Barry, I want you. I want you to make love to me, long and passionate love.'
He gazed at her, his eyes a caress in themselves. 'That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me.'
His hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned down and kissed her. There was no hint of his roughness of the night before, and their playfulness of a moment ago was replaced by tenderness. They embraced, holding on to each other for what seemed like hours. Their hands and fingers lightly caressed, exploring their bodies.
'You really want me, don't you?' he whispered as his tongue and lips kissed down the arc of her neck.
'Yes, I really want you,' she said, understanding what it was like to discover that someone actually found you sexually attractive, desirable.
'It's almost impossible to believe. If you weren't here and I weren't holding you in my arms, I'd think I was having the most beautiful dream of my life.'
'I'm no dream. I'm a girl who very much wants a man named Barry Cole to make love to her.'
He slid atop her body, his mouth covering hers again. Wedging a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she glided his cock to the throbbing mouth of her sex. His hips eased forward, slowly feeding the firmness of his presence into her belly.
Long and hard, he came into her. This wasn't the hungry rapist of the night before, or the teasing boy who had given her head. This was a man entering the body of a woman. She moaned, feeling his sex fill her, providing a satisfaction that went beyond verbal description.
Lovingly, she closed the folds of her vagina around his marvelously packing cock. She caressed the virile strength that began to move in and out of her. She savored the wonderful power of his loins, letting the steady rhythmic rock of his groin lead her toward the ultimate of pleasures.
He felt so hard and demanding within her. Yet, at the same time, he was warm and tender. She rocked her pelvis, striving to return the thrilling sensations he gave to her. As much as she had reveled in his rough treatment of the night before, this was the way he should have first had her. The loss of virginity, for man or woman, is a traumatic experience. Love and care are needed in each case to insure they receive the full enjoyment of sex. It had been an accident that their wild coupling had resulted in such pleasureful responses. Now she wanted to make sure, she gave him all she had to give-not as a ballfreak-but as a woman.
'Good,' she murmured dreamily, lost in the fantastic sensations his slow-pistoning cock sent churning through her young body. 'You're so good. Make it last-all day if you can. I don't want you to stop, ever!'
His hands cupped beneath the firm, apple-like mounds of her tits.
Gently, his palms caressed the sleek, perfectly rounded balls of flesh.
So warm and pleasing, his touch was like the brush of a feather, setting off new thrills within her.
For the first time in her life, she wished she had larger breasts. She remembered her brother's obvious preference for big tits and wanted to provide this young man with a similarly large pair of breasts. However, he did seem quite satisfied with the firm roundness of hers. For that she was grateful.
While he started to knead and squeeze his fingers into her tits, she swung her head around a bit, wiggling so that her mouth found the pebble-like point of one of his nipples. Using her tongue and lips, she taunted at him, delighting as the small morsel of flesh stiffened and stood rigid on his chest.
Suddenly, he rolled her to her side, her thighs sandwiching him as he continued to shaft in and out of her tight quim. Their new position allowed him easy access to their cores. His fingers found the slitted mouth of her sex and the extended bud of her clit. With no more than a few caresses, she came.
When she returned from her unbridled flight through ecstasy, she was once again on her back and he hovered above her, supported on his outstretched arms. His pelvis swung into her now. Their crotches met in wet, slamming sounds. His cock, hard and dominating, poled deeply into the welcoming recesses of her cunt.
'Yessss! Oh God, yesssss,' she moaned, feeling a fresh rush of need, her body soaring toward another climax. 'Goood. Sooooo good!'
She came again, skyrocketing higher and longer. Her whole body quaked and writhed under the unleashed fury of her desire.
But that wasn't the end. The magnificent man who rode atop her didn't seem satisfied with just bringing her twice. He didn't release the flood of semen boiling in his groin until she came three more times.
And when he did, she held him tightly, welcoming the spurting blasts of his release. Her hands soothingly caressed his back, shoulders and buttocks. Gratefully, she accepted the lunges and hunches of his body.
The clock on her dresser pointed straight up noon before they finally slipped from the bed to bathe together. Afterwards, Barry Cole proved himself to be somewhat of a magician in the kitchen, transforming a can of soup, a few left over potato chips, and a can of tuna into a very tasty casserole.
'It's not much, but it should make the steak tonight taste a lot better,' he said.
'Steak? Tonight?'
