'Yeah, I know. You didn't want me touching you where you like it best. So I stopped. Isn't that what you wanted?'
She was silent for a long time before answering, 'In a way that's what I wanted. But I don't want you to stop everything.'
'Why should I get myself all worked up? Why should I get you all worked up?'
'Neil…' She held her arms out to him.
He faced her. 'Take off your blouse, Christine.'
She was shocked by his open request. She sat up and stared in the other direction.
He snickered and started the car. 'What are you doing?' she asked.
'Taking you home. You want to tease and play your way only. You don't give a damn about what I want.'
'Turn the car off,' she said.
Slowly, with shaking fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. In the darkness Neil was struck by the pure whiteness of her bra. By the enormity of the load it held so high, so proud, so firmly. She stared down at the floor and didn't move.
Neither did Neil. 'Now the bra,' he ordered.
A tear trickled down her smooth cheek She sniffed and remained motionless.
'Just your bra,' Neil said. 'Nothing else.'
Like a whipped child she reached behind her and unsnapped the bulging bra. With slow movements she cradled her breasts in her arms while removing the halter. At last she uncovered the gelatinous mounds and dropped the bra onto the seat.
Neil put his arms around her and kissed her tear streaked face until she kissed back. Her passion was much greater than before. A nervousness, an anxiety, had crept into her kissing and hugging. She had to realize that the breasts were now his to touch, to caress, to play with. She had given him the rights to her tits.
But Neil took his time exercising those rights. He was enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against him. Before moving a hand to them he unbuttoned and removed his own shirt. Then he lay on top of her and felt the heat of her nipples against his bare body.
She was breathing harder than ever before. His bare arms and chest served to excite her more than anything yet. He started at her neck with tiny, biting kisses and moved bite by bite lower and lower.
She was heaving her chest in the air by the time his lips circled her tight nipples. He went from one to the other, brought his hands into play, squeezed the giant mounds together and kissed between them. Her hips were swinging with abandon against his stiff cock. She was working her hot cunt along his bulging hardness, masturbating, dry-fucking.
He bit down hard on one nipple until her thighs went apart and he was encased between her legs. Her miniskirt was pushed up to her hips, she was grinding against him with greater and greater passion.
He took each tit in his hand and squeezed. His lips wetly kissed the underside of each one before moving down along her ribs to the flat plateau of her belly. He kissed the trembling flesh and felt her cunt pounding hard against him. He sucked at her sugary navel until her stomach muscles started to rumble out of control.
Then he moved lower, to the waistband of her skirt. She bucked up and his face, was engulfed with warm stomach. She was grinding her cunt against his chest, her legs spread wide apart, her juicy pussy bulging out to feel the wonderful pressure of any part of him.
She climaxed. With a shrill moan her legs wrapped around his back, she arched up, her cunt slammed hard against his chest, then moved to the solidness of his shoulder. She lost all control, her tits flopped back and forth, her stomach jumped and trembled, she rolled from side to side in released ecstasy.
Neil took the golden opportunity to reach under her and feel the full compactness of her grinding rump. She was wearing satin panties which slid easily on his hand as they felt the wash of her clamped buns jerking back and forth, up and down.
He managed to work his hand up to her crotch and massage the mound of her climaxing cunt as she swung freely in her heat. Her legs opened up and welcomed the delicious probe, the terrific pressure, the pleasure-giving palm.
He was about ready to pull her undies away and kiss her overflowing hole when she realized what was happening. Suddenly she knew he was in control, had her in a position from which she would never be able to refuse him.
'No, Neil! Please!' she cried.
He kept working his palm against the slick tissue under the satin, kept working at her willing box. But her unwilling spirit forced her legs together and she rolled until his hand slipped free of her thighs. She lay on her side, still breathing heavily, barely able to resist his joyous hand.
Neil lay behind her and pressed his moaning cock into the fullness of her rump. Her skirt was high on her waist and the roundness of her panty-covered buns shone with invitation in the shadowed light. She stiffened as his pecker snuggled between the buns as best it could.
Christine decided to allow him that. It was better, or safer, than what he was doing before. She held still, let his hands roam over her body to cup a breast, stroke her waist, calm her down.
Then she heard the zipper going down. In panic she made sure her legs were clamped tight together. But he didn't do anything, so she waited. Then she felt the fire-hot shaft settle comfortably against her shaking buns. Then it slid between to be hugged by the heavy, warm flesh.
'Neil, what are you doing?' she asked.
'I'm trying to get as much pleasure Out of this as you are.
She kept her mouth shut. He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her. She tried to pull it away but he held tight. Then she touched it. Actually felt it. Felt the sleek, taut skin of his cock as he brushed her hand along it. She tried again to pull away but it only caused her legs to open and he moved his pecker between.
His cock head was right up against her cunt. Touching. Getting her plentiful juice as it strained through her panties all over its fire-hot cap. She wanted to jump up but was afraid to move.
'Christine…' he whispered.
'Please, Neil, I don't want to go that far…' she said with a trembling voice.
Listen to me, Christine. I won't put it in you. All I want is for you to touch it, see that it won't hurt you. And, I want to touch you… that's all.'
She was quiet then. 'Is that all?'
'Yes.'
'Promise?'
'Yes.'
'Okay, then get it away from there… please.'
Neil rolled onto his back. His cock slipped free of the comfort of her clasped thighs and drooling box. He waited while she moved onto her back beside him. She kept her hands at her side.
He reached over and patted her stomach, soothed the soft flesh, slowly worked down to the pile of pubic hair pushing up against her Wet panties. Then he moved back and slipped his hand under the elastic waistband. She held her breath while his fingers stroked through the hair and down over the mound of fatty tissue to the delicate lips of her tingling, burning slit.
His fingers moved softly, slowly along the lips, driving them into spasms of unknown delight. Then it moved between, dug into the hole, pressed into the sleek flesh of her sweltering insides.
His other hand took hers and brought it back to his lonesome, pounding cock. She had never felt anything so curious in her life. Up until now she had only seen pictures of men's cocks. Now she actually had her hand lying on one of the odd things.
His hair tickled her waist, the tightness of the soft-skinned pole amazed her. Her fingers moved and she realized just how hard and stiff it was. Then she felt the spongy head, the rim of his glans, the deep crease running up to the small hole on top. The thing was like nothing she had ever felt before.
She lifted her head to see it. To gaze at this strange organ. It was magnificent. Even in the darkness she could make out the details, the bulging vein running from bottom to top, the patterned flesh, the slight bow and the funny sack of loose skin drooping down between his legs. She finally wrapped her hand around his cock to feel the thickness, the throbbing heat.
