'Please,' he whispered with urgency, 'take off your clothes. I want to see your body. I want to see you naked.'
I removed his prick from my mouth and took off my blouse and bra hurriedly and slid down my skirt and panties, standing nude before him. As he let out a low whistle and his cock sprang out even further, I lay down on the bed and spread my legs far apart, my open, drooling cunt inviting him to plunge his beautiful cock inside me and fuck me as hard as he could.
When he came at me his cock was so hard that when it stabbed fiercely at my crotch it actually caused momentary pain. I grasped it firmly and steered his wildly throbbing cock into my juicy cuntlips. He thrust his prick all the way up to the hilt as I wrapped my cuntlips around the shaft tightly and clasped it in a frenzy of rapture.
He fucked me with lightning speed and a penetration that was complete with every sharp stroke. I had another series of quick little orgasms that left me gasping for air while pumping my cunt up and down on Tom's swollen cock as he suddenly came in a molten onslaught. I drained him of every drop. The length of time he required to cease squirting his cum into my cunt was almost unbelievable. As I moaned and groaned and rolled beneath his squirting cock, it occurred to me that he probably hadn't fucked since he'd been in the hospital, and it pleased me that I was the recipient of all that store-up jism that was gushing into me like a river.
Even though his hot offering eventually ceased, he continued to fuck me, his cock shooting in and pulling out of my cunt at a terrific rate.
'My God,' I murmured, 'are you going to fuck me forever?''
Tom's naked body continued to pump away at my clutching cunt, and in a very short space of time he was once again delivering a load of scalding cum into me. Again I had an enormously satisfying orgasm, and again I moaned from the excruciating pleasure of it.
But even this did not stop Tom. He seemed to pay no attention to anything other than the business at hand-his obviously insatiable lust to keep fucking, to once again bring the jism to the head of his cock and explode it within the gooey depths of my equally hungry cunt.
Although I was already satisfied, I was hoping he could once again manage to bring it off. I knew how difficult it was for a man to ejaculate three times in succession, but Tom seemed different from other men. He seemed to have an unlimited supply of sexual energy stored up inside.
Now I pressed my hands, palms downward, on his bare ass, the better to hold him place on top of my slippery, perspiration-drenched flesh. I wrapped my legs around his, hooking my toes underneath his calves for a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with my lips, I began to kiss him passionately as he fucked me with wild and reckless fury.
God, how wonderful it was to have this tireless love machine on top of my nude body, pumping a swollen cock like a piston on a perpetual-motion device in and out of my sex-starved cunt. This was what I had wanted so very much, and how fortunate I was to have this stud come along at just the right time.
'Oh, God,' I sighed, pulling my lips from his, 'are you really going to fuck me forever?'
He acted as if he hadn't heard my question, although actually it hadn't been meant as a question but more as a request. He placed his hands under my ass and clutched the cheeks there fiercely as he kept on with his furious fucking movements, his cock going into me deeply with every fast, brutal stroke.
'Tom, Tom,' I sighed again, my voice shaking, for I was having still another orgasm. 'You're going to kill me, fucking me this way. God, I love it!'
Tom ejaculated inside me for the third time at that precise moment, and I once again thrilled to the touch of his throbbing cock as it erupted, spewing out its load of thick, hot man juice.
'Oh, Jesus!' he cried, the first words he had spoken since I had steered his prick into my cunt in what seemed like ages ago, As his prick spurted once more, Tom shuddered, and then finally ceased to move in me. He lay still on top of me, his entire weight resting on me, for apparently he was too tired to hold himself up now after all of that fucking. I didn't mind, though, because I was very tired, too. It was nice having his hard body, naked and sweaty, on top of me. It was more than nice-it was heavenly. I wandered just how long his machine of a cock would remain hard inside me, and when minutes had passed and it showed no sign of growing soft, I sighed and patted his ass affectionately.
Finally, he gasped, 'I think I could fuck you all night, Honeysuckle.'
'Don't worry, darling,' I answered, 'when we're both back in the city you'll have your chance to make good on your boast.'
Two days later I checked out of the halfway house and was on my way back to the city, and Margot. As the bus approached the outskirts of town and familiar sights began to pop up outside the window, I started to feel vaguely depressed. I arrived at the bus station and took a cab to Margot's. I grew increasingly apprehensive as I drew closer to her apartment building. As I paid the cabbie and started up the walk, clutching my suitcase, I could feel my heart pounding. Then I grabbed hold of myself. Come on, Honeysuckle, this is silly, I said to myself. Margot can't get the best of you unless you let her.
Margot had said she would leave the front door open if she wasn't home. I knocked a couple of times, but there was no answer so I let myself in. How typical of Margot, I thought. Not only was she too busy to come pick me up, she was even too busy to be home when I finally get here after hours of riding on a hot bus and in a stuffy taxi.
Margot's apartment was standard for her. She had lived in four or five of them since Grandma's death, but it was almost impossible to distinguish one from another because they all reflected her plastic taste. They all looked like the inside of a Holiday Inn suite, with her little touches added here and there.
I wandered into Margot's bedroom and chuckled to myself when I saw her dressing table was a jumble of cosmetics and false eyelash containers, with blonde and brunette wigs thrown in for good measure.
Margot, despite her beauty had always been something of a slob, and I saw she hadn't changed. There were clothes strewn all over the bed, and underwear hanging from the bed post and lying on the floor. I also saw that her taste hadn't changed when I walked over to pick up a pair of panties that had fallen on the floor and discovered that they were crotchless, with pink lace surrounding the opening between the legs.
I didn't know when Margot was going to be back, and I didn't feel like watching television. Since there was nothing to read I thought I'd keep myself occupied by cleaning the place up. I gathered up her clothes and folded them, placing them on the bed. Then I went over to her dresser and opened the drawers so I could find out where the different things went. I didn't intend to snoop, but the fourth drawer I opened revealed something which I couldn't resist looking at. Sitting on top of Margot's panties was a stack of photographs, apparently taken with a Polaroid camera.
Maybe they're of her boyfriends, I thought. I wonder what they look like? As I picked up the photos and looked at them, I was shocked to see that they were pictures of naked men and women engaged in a variety of sexual activities.
'I didn't know Margot went in for collecting pornography,' I said aloud in wonder at discovering this unknown hobby of my mother's.
But when I looked at the pictures more closely, I discovered that they were not just pornography, but candid photographs taken of Margot herself in compromising situations with a number of different men and women. There must have been over fifty of these pictures, all of them with Margot and men and women in all possible sexual situations.
In a typical one, Margot was facing the camera, straddled across the torso of a faceless man with his huge cock inserted fully up her ass, while another man leaned into the picture licking her cunt. Margot's head was slightly turned so her mouth could receive the prick of a man leaning in from the side. I must say, she certainly looked like she was enjoying herself.
In another one there was just Margot and man who she had apparently just finished blowing, because his cock dangled under her nose and white gobs of jism dripped down her face, curling down from the corners of her radiantly smiling lips.
As I shuffled through the stack of photographs, it occurred to me that apparently Margot was part of some sort of swingers' group that got together for group sex and took pictures of their antics. Although the pictures were shocking, I had to admit that that sort of thing certainly was consistent with Margot's life style.
When I came to the last picture, however, I was totally unprepared for it, and found myself breathless. In this photograph she was on her hands and knees while a German shepherd mounted her from behind and was actually
