a close-hug basis, but she was giving it the old 'we're alone now, so you can fool around with me' accent. Yeahhhhhh. No matter how sure a man was of scoring, he knew a beautiful, intelligent girl loved the build-up preliminaries.
'You're a lot of young, vibrant girl, Mari,' he said, the firm roundness of her ass under the silky frock sending terrific vibes to his crotch.
'I think you can handle the tiger in me, though,' she giggled. She wet her full, red lips with a flirt of her tongue and snugged her crotch at his basket. He trembled, his prick stiffening up along his belly. He knew damn well she could feel it; there was nothing between them except his shorts and pants and her frock. He could detect no sign of even bikini panties, and she sure as hell wore no bra. The thought of her naked bod under that sexy frock tensed his cock.
'A she-wolf, huh?' he chuckled.
'Only when I see a guy I really like,' she breathed, her mouth close enough for his tongue. She trembled, her beautiful hard titties in the velvety, black bodice nuged excitingly into his chest.
Mari was wild with anticipation. All the pre-play niceties had been observed: dinner by candle light, champagne and dancing to dreamy music, flirting with him in the shadowy corners, feeling the delicious virile strength of his arms and body, and the huge lump in his pants, envious glances at him from Karyn and every beautiful chick in the place.
Twice on trips to the rest room she had dabbed juice from her cunt, because her frock would be spoiled by the outline of any garment underneath it. Including panties. He was enough to make any eager girl start dripping!
Oh, I'm ready to fuck right now! she thought, shivering. And he knows it! My pussy is all poached out; my clit feels six inches long! I never met a man who excited my glands this much! I bet he's fucked that red-head here and I just hate her! Karyn got turned on dancing with him, too. She said she was going to give her a date a real balling! She said she'd give her left tit to be in on a threesome with him and me. Sweet shiiit!
She arched her crotch in closer and slid her arms around his neck, tipping her head for a kiss. That party with Karyn and her young sister had been groovy; it had satisfied her for a while, but tonight was sliding prick night. And somehow she had to achieve the kind of victory she had been craving for years-a good solid orgasm with a hard, driving cock.
As his hands tightened on her ass, his tongue shot between her opened, waiting lips. The touch of his mouth, firm and possessive, sent sparkly thrills down to her tides and cunt. There was a special hunger in Ms being that brought her nipples and her clit into sweet hardness. She had become so used to turning on with girls, and not turning on good with Steve, the sensations were utterly as sweet as she had imagined they would be. Only better!
His tremor of interest, the hard ridge of his covered prick nestled against her belly, right above her leaking cunt, the slow caress of his fingers on her snugly-sheathed ass, whirled her senses! His big, thick tongue stroked slowly inward; she moaned into his mouth, her arms gripped him hard and she hunched at his crotch!
Oh, I'm going to come with him; I've been trigger-ready since we came in his apartment! But the real test will be when he slides his prick home! If he gets me off with his hands and mouth I guess that will please him, anyway! Ohhhh-damn! His prick feels simply huge! Steve said I had a good snug cunt, and he was only average- sized. A cunt can stretch, though. He'll get that big thing IN me somehow! All I can think of is fuck, fuck, fuck!
Carl Manders believed in striking when a pussy was hot. This beautiful, sensual blonde was famished for prick; she was saying it with her mouth and arms and cunt, and the only sensible thing to do was fill her pussy with cock. He unsuctioned his mouth from her trembling lips, eased her around and steered her toward his bedroom.
From The Mark he had called his part-time housekeeper, who lived in the same complex, and told her to prepare his pad for a party-black satin sheets and bright red pillows, soft lights and soft music. As he guided Mari into the big room, she uttered a pleased gasp.
'Carl, this is beautiful!'
'Great,' he chuckled, lifting her long dress in back, finding, as he had expected, only warm girl underneath it. His left hand rose to her tricky bodice, he inserted his fingers and captured a firm, warm, hard-nippled tit-tie. As he worked them out into the dim, seductive light, he trembled. 'So are these, Mari.'
'Ohhh-I want you to like me all over, Carl… '
Mari.was shaking with mounting excitement. She was proud of her high, prominent breasts, even though. they weren't as big as Karyn's. He had been admiring her titties all evening, and now he had them, bare and swollen, her pink nipples longer than she had ever seen them.
'Well, let's get some clothes off and see if the rest of you is as pretty,' he grinned, teasing a coral tittie- peak.
As wild as she was for his cock, as badly as she wanted to be tipped over and fucked, she appreciated this little flirt routine, his gentle hands, his consideration. A sweet glow was heating her entire being. She had known this only a few times in her life. Tamra could do it for her, and Karyn could heat her cunt, but no male had ever come close.
I don't want to be like Tamra, hung up on only girls, she thought, feeling his hand explore her ass and legs beneath the frock. I tried hard with Steve, but it just didn't work. But I'm going to make it with Carl! Ohhhh, yess!
He patted her ass, drew his hand back, stood away from her and began to undress. Quickly she untied the ribbon that held her bodice in place, caught the hem of her frock and peeled it over her blonde mane. Her first view of his lean, tanned body, white at the loins to show the outline of swim trunks, sent waves of achy lust through her being. And a little nudge of fright, too.
Jeeeeesus, his prick is as thick as my wrist and at least nine inches long! she thought dizzily. And not circumcised! If he can get all of that in me I'll lose my mind! It looks better than any damn dildo!!
Carl's cockhead tensed as he gazed at Man's beautiful bod. Like a smart blonde she had worn opera-length dark nylons under the frock, and in heels and nothing else she looked like one of those young, sexy chicks in a fold-out. Except that her lightly-haired cunt was expanded and wet with girl-juice.
He sensed her uncertainty, now. His big hunk of meat had scared a few dames, but unless a girl had some real physical impairment, there was always room for his prick in a cunt if the girl was properly aroused beforehand. And some of those very wealthy chicks, coddled and pampered by doting parents, had enjoyed very little experience. Mari was twenty-four, she had been married, so his body should not cause that much timidity.
He remembered one delicious young eighteen-year-old heiress he had dated at Las Vegas, and he had picked her cherry. Amazing. Plenty of girls nowadays knew what a prick was before they grew any hair on the pussy. Not that they could climax around a prick; too many broads did not know what an orgasm was at thirty, or forty.
Carl had been very lucky in his younger years, before he had struggled from near poverty to his present comfortable status. A close friend of his mother had come to visit one summer; she had been thirty-five to his fifteen. Lush and full-breasted, Emily had caught him alone at home one afternoon. She had coaxed him into the guest bedroom; she had very smoothly and efficiently taken his cherry, and during the next few weeks she had shown him how a woman liked to be fucked and played with. Her violent, bucking orgasms had damned near scared him, at first. Armed with his new knowledge and a supply of Trojans, he had started getting all kinds of pussy. Word of his big prick and his expertise had spread like wildfire through Westwood High; he had even fucked one of his teachers. And no Trojan for her; she had wanted the real thing.
His prick had helped his career, too. A frustrated, very wealthy wife of a very prominent California bigwig had loaned him the money to start his first insurance agency. She had helped escalate him into the airy world of real money; she had wangled some lush accounts his way, and at fifty-five she was still beautiful humping. The last time he had visited her big home she had brought in a curvy, young half-Chinese for a threesome. Beautiful.
Not that it had been his first sex-party with two chicks. At a beach party only a month before, after most of the other men present had taken too much liquor to fuck, he had wound 'up in a nearby apartment with three broads. When he was busy with one, the other two dames fucked. It was a new in thing, for him, at least. One of his younger male associates dated two girls most of the time. He did not want to get out of touch with modern
