the way for him.
Hard and deep he plowed into the spongy interior of her cunt. The elongated cones of her tits swayed like fleshy pendulums from her chest, moved by the force of his reaming thrusts. He jerked outward, only to throw his cock back into the heated socket of her cunt.
Harder and harder, he poled into her open body. Releasing the holds on her ass, he leaned on her back, reaching around and capturing the swinging cones of her breasts in his palms. She groaned deeply under the unexpected feel of his hands.
Lying there atop the kneeling girl, he taunted her neck and shoulders with a series of light nips and soothing kisses. Meanwhile his fingers kneaded into the pliant flesh of her tits. Squeezing and molding the dangling cones, his fingers scissored around the fat, extended nipples and tweaked. She groaned again as she was stirred by the strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
Back and forth in counter-tempo their hips rocked. As he shafted inward, she thrusted up to meet him. As he eased back, she slid from him, allowing his cock to drive back into her pussy. Again and again, he knifed into her body, only to find that she was ready and willing to accept him no matter how hard or how deep he burrowed into her steaming recesses.
Relinquishing one of her tits, she slid a hand down over her quivering belly and dipped a finger into the gash of her pussy. He no more than nudged the fattened nubbin of her clit and she went wild.
She bucked and hunched, completely abandoning herself to the demanding needs of her lust. Back and forth she rocked, fucking herself on him as much as he fucked her. She grunted and groaned as she received his offering of stiff, hot prick time on time again.
Responding to her fiery wants and the consuming flames of his own loins, his pelvis leaped to the task. In and out he rammed her cunt, pistoning like some berserk jackhammer, while at the same time he fondled the super-sensitive bud of pleasure there at his fingertip.
Higher and higher they rose. Harder and harder their bodies worked, striving to get and take as much pleasure from their union as possible.
When she came, it was in quaking violence, her groaning more of a grateful cry of release. Wave after wave of pounding ecstasy was unleashed within her body. She was completely lost in the contractions and expansions of a universe of sensual delights.
Slamming himself forward, he entrenched the aching stalk of his manhood deep into the quivering folds of her cunt and came. Hot and thick, his seed spurted into her young pussy. His balls churned and churned, releasing gallon upon gallon of sexual cream. His body shuddered and trembled beneath the intensity of his climax.
Like a chalice of lust, her tremulous channel of sex accepted every drop of his sperm and semen. Then the orgasmic contracting folds milked at his shaft, draining any of the pearly fluids left in his throbbing cock.
Somehow she managed to lower herself to the carpet before her arms and legs collapsed. Moving with her, he lay there on her back, savoring the ebbing pulses of pleasure that still coursed his throbbing shaft.
Neither of them moved, not wishing to break the deep satisfaction of their mutual climax and the carnal delights they had shared. Not even the moist trickle of his overflowing seed, which tickled down the soft, white interior of the blonde's thigh, wetting the rug under her, could disturb this moment of bliss.
Chapter 5
A moist tongue-tip flicked teasingly against Neal's ear. He swatted at it as if it were a fly.
Kari laughed, 'Come on, don't go to sleep on me.'
'Leave me alone, girl,' he moaned. 'That was terrific. Now all I want to do is just lay here.'
'I know,' she kissed his cheek. 'But I don't think your mother would like it if you didn't pick her up at the airport.' His drowsy eyes opened and he rolled to his back staring up at the beautiful blonde beside him. 'Your cheeks get this blushing glow after we make love. Did you know that?'
'So do yours,' her fingertips brushed over his cheeks. 'Come on, Red Cheeks. We've got to get a move on.'
'What time is it?' he groaned in protest.
'Exactly one hour before you mother's flight arrives,' Kari smiled.
'It'll only take a half hour to drive out to the airport,' he answered.
'But we've got to get cleaned up,' she nudged him with a hand. 'I don't think your mother would understand us greeting her plane in the Dude.'
'Don't think the airport fuzz would be too understanding either,' he grinned. 'Okay, you win. Let's take a shower together.'
'All right, you're on,' she nodded as she stood. 'But remember, we're taking a shower and we don't have time for anything else.'
Reluctantly, he agreed.
Showers had never been so much fun. Despite the restriction he had agreed to, it didn't hamper him from bathing that voluptuous body of Kari's, or enjoying the sensations of her hands on his body when she returned the favor. Somehow they forced themselves to interrupt the delightfully different method of bathing they had discovered and stepped from the shower. Toweling each other dry, they quickly dressed and hurried to Neal's car with less than twenty minutes before Marta Winter's flight arrived.
The quilt-work patterns below slowly took the forms of farm fields and roads, as Marta Winter gazed from the jet's window. If she strained her eyes toward the front of the plane she could barely make out the outlines of the town they were approaching.
Home, she sighed to herself with a mixture of comfort and regret. The comfort made her feel all warm inside; the regret brought a flush of guilt to her face.
Each year since her husband's death, she had grown to look forward to this yearly trip to Chicago for the fashion convention. The city gave her a freedom she could never find at home. What with raising a son and her work at the department store, she rarely found time for herself. But while at the convention, she was on her own. She wasn't absolutely free of her responsibilities, but after the required work she had time to herself. And that time usually was taken up by men. Perhaps a salesman she had met at the convention, or perhaps someone in the hotel bar.
She wasn't the type of woman a man could normally pick up and the type of man she attracted usually wasn't looking for a pick-up. Whatever happened just happened. This time it had been a young college professor driving cross-country to a new position at a small school out west. His first name had been Jeff. She had never learned his last, even though he stayed over in Chicago three days to continue what had started to be a one night fling.
Not at all the Marta Winter when she arrived home-the prim and oh-so-proper Marta Winter. She had to be. In a small, Midwest town, the atmosphere was too conservative for her to exist any other way. Even to date men caused rumors and going to bed with one would be her ruin. 'Loose women' weren't suitable employees. At home, she had a job and a son to protect. So men and sex were neatly tucked away until next year's conventions and she was out from under the eyes of the town's hypocritical moralists and gossips.
This year would be harder to forget. Jeff had re-taught her the desires of the flesh. Young and virile, he knew her better than she knew herself. He was without inhibitions and had no hang ups about his male ego. For four nights, he had awakened and satisfied every yearning within her. Jeff would definitely be hard to forget. Not that she wanted to forget him, but she would out of necessity.
The warning light flashed on above her and she fastened her seat belt. Glancing out the window, she watched the runway and ground come up at her. The plane jolted and bounced again before getting all its wheels on the ground. Then there was the sharp breaking and the taxiing to the terminal building. With one sigh of regret, the last she would allow herself, she rose from her seat as the departure ramp was pushed against the plane, then rose from her seat and exited-the prim and proper Marta Winter once again.
Neal and his latest girl friend, Kari Mason, were there waiting for her as she walked into the terminal. There were the usual welcome home kisses on the cheek and a quick barrage of trivial occurrences during her week's absence. No major problems, but she expected that. Neal knew how to handle himself. Even if there had been
