darted into the dip of my navel. As I lay watching his progress toward my pussy, his cock gripped in my hand, I was dimly aware that my other hand had replaced his lips on the sweetly aching nipple of my left tit and was trying to give it the same pleasure he'd given it. I looked at my tit. The nipple I rolled between my thumb and forefinger glistened wetly. It was red and elongated, more than twice its normal size; so was my right nipple. As his tongue licked the top of the line of hair that tapers into a thin red fuzz as it flows outward from the coppery red bush of hair that grows so thickly around my pussy, I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch my swollen nipple. I winced as a shiver ran down my spine. The sharp little pain was delicious. I did it again — harder!
His hands were stroking my nylons, my naked thighs. One arm was hooked around my leg. That hand slid slowly down onto my cunt. It stopped there. He rubbed me gently. I felt my cunt getting wet. I moved it against his hand. My fingers were moving on his cock, slowly jacking him off. His hand left my cunt. His lips took its place, kissing me. In the hair just above the slit. I lifted myself, trying to bring the lips of my pussy in contact with his mouth. He rolled away, first reaching down to take my hand off the hot hardness of his cock.
'I eat it better from the front,' he said.
And he was telling the truth.
He knelt between my wide-flung legs. The palms of his big hands felt rough as he bent low and slipped them beneath the smooth globes of my ass. His breath teased my pussy as he raised my ass slightly off the bed. It felt hot on the lips of my cunt. I raised my legs and draped them across his naked shoulders. My fingers clutched the sheets. His tongue snaked between the lips of my pussy.
My heels came down against his back as I felt his tongue spreading my slit, moving in and out, licking the lips of it, probing upward until I felt he must be reaching my belly. Then his head began bobbing slowly up and down as he moved his extended tongue the full length of my cunt. I helped him with slow movements of my pelvis. My heels beat a steady tattoo against his back, urging him on. His hands, cupping my moving ass, gripped tighter. My heart was pounding in my ears. I felt ready to faint. His mouth made a strange sucking noise between my thighs, a wet sound.
I could actually feel the tiny piece of flesh that was my clitoris growing larger as his greedy sucking drew it out from beneath its hood. He caught it between his lips. I felt his lips pull on it softly, release it and tug at it once more. I put my hands on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. The sucking noises from his mouth grew louder as I swung my hips smoothly into the motions of fucking. I moved faster and faster. I strained to hold his face tight against my cunt. I began to come.
It was like nothing I'd ever known. It was a violent sort of coming that caused every muscle in my body to knot and tremble violently as I locked my thighs tight around his head. And each time his rough tongue slithered across the sensitive flesh of my clit, I came again.
'Nothing like it for warming up a cunt,' I heard him say through the buzzing that filled my ears. As he moved up over my body, I raised my arms and legs to receive him. He was right. The countless orgasms that had shaken the inside of my cunt had only increased my desire for a feel of the cock he held poised near the gates of my cunt.
My pussy, my come, was a strange taste on his mouth as we kissed. Ignoring it, I sucked at his tongue and put my weight on my shoulders and heels, lifting my body beneath his. His hand went under me, into the small of my back. I felt the first welcome stab of his cock.
The lips of my pussy, warmly wet with a mixture of his saliva and my come, settled easily around the head of his prick. I clawed at his back. His cock moved deeper. I was filled with it. I knew I could take no more. I was wrong.
His muscular arms suddenly squeezed me so hard that the breath rushed from my body. A powerful thrust of his hips drove his cock inward with such suddenness and such strength that I felt his hairy balls swing inward to touch the tender skin of my ass. I heard myself begging for more — and found myself getting it.
We fucked with a passion that drained us completely and left us sweating and exhausted on the bed. It surprised us both, I think, and it was a long, long time before either of us spoke. I was in that half-sleep that follows fucking, one arm resting across my eyes, my other hand on his softened cock, when I heard him ask, 'Was I good for you, baby? Did I do you up right?'
'Mmm-huh,' I answered sleepily.
'Good enough for a repeat? Good enough to de serve a steady shot?'
I thought that over, really thought about it, then whispered, 'Yes.'
We agreed to give it another go on the following Friday.
That Friday night set the pattern for all the nights that were to follow. He prodded Mom into an argument. She slammed her way out of the house. He waited until he was sure she wouldn't be back, then came to my room… where I was waiting. We locked the door.
'Damn, but you're a gorgeous little piece of ass!' he said when he'd locked the door that first Friday night. I laughed at the hungry look in his eyes, then raised my arms high and turned in a slow circle. I was wearing my shortest gown, a bright aquamarine one that you can see right through, and there was nothing beneath it. My lifted arms caused the bottom of it to lift above the white twin swellings of my buttocks and my turning motion caused my heavy tits to sway. I laughed again as his arms went around me from behind, then asked, 'Little, did you say?' I ground my butt slowly against the hard on that I could feel through his pants. He kissed me on the neck.
'You're little where it counts — between your legs little and tight.' His hands were under my thin veil of a gown, moving upward to cover my tits, and I let my head hang limply backward. He kissed me once on the mouth, then said, 'I ain't been able to think of anything since the other night… Only how I was going to put it to you.'
'And all I've thought about is how I was going to get it.' I put my hand behind my back, found his cock and squeezed it, then asked in a voice deeper than normal, 'Well… how am I going to get it?'
His one hand slipped away from my tit, down to my bare leg, then moved up between the cheeks of my ass and touched my cunt from the rear, and then he asked, 'Does that maybe give you an idea?'
'It gives me sort of… backward ideas,' I said, then laughed as I turned to kiss him again. I helped him undress. My gown stayed on because he wanted it that way. He said he liked the feel of it.
And it did feel good against my naked skin. Static electricity caused it to cling to the dips and hollows of my body as he guided me onto the bed. It rasped deliciously against the smooth spheres of my breasts, making my nipples come alive, and I could feel the ruffled hem lightly touching me in a line across my buttocks. The hem slipped into the small of my back as I knelt on the bed, leaning down on my elbows.
The old man had his hands on my waist. I could feel one of his thighs touching the back of my leg. The mattress sank as he moved between my legs. I spread them wider. His hands moved from my waist down to the naked skin of my upraised buttocks. I could feel the sweat in his palms. As his fingers tightened on the big spheres of flesh — little — he had called me — plying them, kneading them, I lowered my face until it was almost touching the sheet my long red hair fell around my face. I clenched my fist so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms as I felt his stiff cock brush against my leg. I knew he was watching his hands work me over, deliberately being slow, and I wanted to scream at him to get on with it. I shifted myself backward, meaning to press myself against his cock. He moved at the same time.
He had moved back. His hands went to my upper legs. They held me. I felt his face against my ass. No — his lips! I closed my eyes as he planted wet, soft kisses on the bottom curve of one buttock, then the other. He bit me gently once or twice, then touched his tongue to the spot he'd bitten. His mouth moved closer to the center, licking, kissing as it moved. I put my head back down between my forearms. My titties swung beneath me, nylon teasing my nipples. I felt his tongue press itself into the smooth crack, very near my asshole. I purred like a kitten.
'He's going to eat it again from behind!' I thought excitedly. I tried to spread myself so it would be easier for his tongue to lick away the fire that was running wild between the lips of my slit. But I wasn't so lucky. Not this time. I felt his tongue move slowly — so damnably slow — upward. And his hands left my legs. I felt them go beneath me on the outside of my gown. They formed two warm cups beneath my tits. My ass was tickled deliciously by the hard hairiness of his belly. One hand left my tit. My breath rattled loudly in my throat as, an instant later, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me. Just the head. Guiding it with his hand, I suppose, he moved it from side to side, up and down, in small circles that were tortures from heaven. Each move of that cock brought a moan from my lips.
'Do it… Do it all the way m! Bang me with it. Bang me!' I pleaded through clenched teeth. I tried to push
