hard lump against her twisting, squirming pussy.
He pushed the T-shirt up to her neck and exposed the wonderful masses of tit. The jostling piles rolled warmly, enthusiastically into his hands. Neil pinched each nipple into puckered fire before closing his sucking lips over one, then the other. She lifted her back and pressed the meaty gobs into his face.
'Oh… Neil. I love the things you do to me. I just love it… ' she sighed.
He gave his hips a good, solid grind into her and reached down for the top button of her jeans. She was breathing deeply, her soft, flat belly collapsed down with each gasp. His hand slid easily under the waist of the pants. He touched her fine fur.
'Ohhhhhh…' she sighed.
Then she pushed him back. 'No, Neil, not here. Let's go in the bedroom,' she whispered.
Neil was quite willing. He rolled off her and she stood up. As he sat on the sofa and watched she walked to the center of the room and did something he never would have expected from her.
First she tugged the T-shirt completely off. As her arms lifted, so did her beautiful breasts. The rode high in the air like two fully inflated balloons. Her nipples were bright red and slick from his saliva.
Then she unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to her feet. She wore no underwear. She stood before him totally nude, breathtaking, splendid, flawless, and ready. As she stepped away from the pants her legs opened and he saw the pink skin of her tight pussy below the cap of blond, wispy hair.
She giggled over her brazen actions and turned around. Her backside was a high, proud pair of rounded pillows with a shadowed, inviting crack between. She scurried in all her nudity into the bedroom.
Neil didn't rush, but he didn't take his time either. He stripped himself down to bare skin and cock, picked up her clothes and his, then followed. When he entered her bedroom she was on her bed, on top of the covers, stretched out, brave, willing to meet her maker.
Neil dropped the clothes on the floor and lay down beside her.
'I'm ready,' she said. Her voice shook only slightly.
Neil put his hand on her breast and squeezed. His mouth went to the other one. She courageously reached down and circled his erect pecker with her fingers: He felt her steady stroke bring heat and tension into his column of muscle and flesh.
'Oh, Neil!' she cried. Her arm circled his neck and pulled him close, tight, her soft body melted against his. 'I want you so bad! Now! Just put it in me now, please… while I want it so bad…'
Her legs opened to a wide invitation. The pubic hair rode high, her pink snatch lifted and glistened with her own wetness. The flawless, smooth flesh of her inner thighs framed her cunt and the buns below with a creamy vee that led to only one place. Her in-sides, her dripping, begging insides.
Neil rolled on top of her and felt the fuzzy touch of her cunt hair. She tried to relax but couldn't. Her gasping breath was making her whole body tremble and shake with hot anticipation. Neil knew what to do. He damped his mouth over her ear, her so-sensitive ear.
Like the greatest surf a surfer ever witnessed, her body started to make waves. From her neck to her toes she was lifting, falling, washing, rising. It was a steady, consistent roll that Neil matched with his hips. His cock edged over the rim of her cunt hair and down until it brushed along the length of her gash.
He could feel her wetness coating his cock head, greasing it for the entry. Instead of applying any pressure he just waited out a rise of her hips. Without lifting himself she came up to meet him. His cock bead mushed into the now-red lips.
She lowered. So did Neil. She lifted again and felt the greater presence of his shaft. But she didn't resist or hold back. His cock head wedged inside her tight, squeaking-fresh pussy lips.
'Ummmmmmm,' she hummed. She was enjoying it.
Now Neil let his full weight press her down on the bed and hold her there. He pushed inward and felt the incredible resistance of her virgin hole. She began to whimper, to feel the first stabs of pain. He closed his ears to her cries and pressed deeper.
'Oh!' She swallowed her cry and lifted into him as best she could.
Neil shoved harder, deeper. His cock head felt the wall of unbroken tissue. She sucked air through her teeth as he paused. Then he plunged. His cock crashed down the wall and opened her cunt wide as it slid deeper and deeper. He kept a steady movement.
She didn't beg for him to stop. She opened her legs as wide as humanly possible and accepted his whole cock.., pain and all. He could see the stinging agony in her eyes but her mouth stayed tightly closed. She took his cock bravely, with courage and no hesitation… like a woman.
He withdrew almost all the way and felt her flesh grab tight around his cock head. She sighed, smiled, her eyes opened and beamed.
'We did it,' she sighed.
He moved in again, deep, completely. She took it, gasped slightly, grinned, and relaxed. As he pumped slowly she became accustomed to his filling rod, she began to respond to it instead of in spite of it. Soon her hips were lifting to meet his drives, then the rolling motion of her body returned. She closed her eyes again and increased her speed.
Neil never felt a cunt so tight in all his days of fucking. Her box was grabbing, sucking at every bit of his fire-hot cock. Each stroke was like entering a mass of soft jelly which collapsed around him. Then he felt her body start to jerk, rock, shake.
'Oh! Oh! Neil!' she cried.
Her hips blasted up into him with eager fury. She swayed and trembled, her mouth opened wide as she sucked for air. He felt the walls of her cunt grappling, pounding furiously all around his deeply inbedded pecker. Her climax vibrated down her thighs as they kicked on each side of his hips.
From that point on nothing stopped her – pain, fullness, nothing. She was a converted lover of cock. Her body rocked under him in every conceivable way to accept more and more pecker. She brought her legs up high and wide as he tugged up on her ass to plaster his hips on hers and send his cock to the deepest point yet.
The pain she suffered only aroused her more. She bit his shoulder, tears streamed from her eyes, she whipped her head from side to side and lashed his face with her long hair. Her eyes showed the total enjoyment of having herself stuffed with long, stiff cock. Neil pumped faster, harder. She responded faster, harder. Even though her coordination was unpracticed she managed to keep up with him. Her second orgasm hit as he was pushing her legs back far enough to lift her cunt high and open. His rod was pounding straight down, deep, far inside her delicate, swimming hole.
She bounced under him with total abandon, complete loss of inhibition. She was cunt, all cunt, and he was cock, all cock.
Perspiration was dripping from Neil's forehead. He was pretty well drained due to the last session with Miss Bailey, but he knew he could make it. His pecker felt numb, hard, insensitive, but her eager, thrilled reception of his cock was turning him on.
'Oh, Neil, I never knew it would feel so good. It feels… so great!' she moaned.
He dropped his meat deep inside her and she twisted to the side. As he lifted out she rolled to the other side. His thick cock head was scraping along each juicy wall of her ecstatic cunt. Her orgasms had evolved to a constant series of trembles and puckers in her slit. She was climaxing around each stroke.
He felt the length of his cock quiver. Like a divining rod, his pecker let him know the time was near. He slowed his strokes and concentrated on the kiss of her pussy with each entry. His balls let go. He felt the stream of semen pump along his shaft, then spew her virgin territory with the first plastering fever.
She felt it too. Her complete hole collapsed tight around his pumping cock to hold him inside, to never let the gushing hose free. They merged in mutual orgasms as his cock spilled on her crying walls.
They collapsed in each other's arms and lay very still as his cock slowly edged out, shrank away, rested for the second course.
It came in two hours. They slept again. Then Neil remembered doing it again in the darkness with warm bodies. It was a slow, relaxed screwing with minor climaxes but great satisfaction. They slept again.
When he woke up he was startled by the dim light coming through the bedroom window. It was morning! He had completely forgotten where he was. Christine was sleeping soundly next to him, this was her apartment… no, her parents! Neil slid from the bed and quickly dressed. He had no way of knowing if her parents were home or not
