storm of tingles, even a few pulses of life in my overworked cock.
The tip of her tongue lightly licked about the base of my cock, drawing along the smooth skin and through the tangle of hair there. I felt an urge to move with it, to fuck the air or something, but I also wanted to go to sleep. It was near morning, I could only hope for a couple of hours at best. Why didn't I tell her to get the hell out of my room? Because her bps had just closed over my knob, that was why.
How delicate she was. Her lips quivered about my cock flesh so subtly that my cock expanded in order to get a tighter grip on itself. Slowly, holding the base of my dick with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over it, going down, down, until she kissed her own fist. Only then did she let go, and my cock rested heavily on her lower lip. She moved further down, taking in more cock than she'd been able to days earlier. Had she been practicing with a broomstick? I had to open my eyes wide to see exactly what she was doing. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared between her bps. It wasn't easy for her, she strained and sweated, and once she almost gagged, but she did it! The whole damn thing went down into her mouth and lodged in her throat. In spite of her discomfort, her eyes shone with pride. 'That's a terrific trick,' I praised her. 'How did you learn that?'
'The gardener said it was okay if I practiced on him.' I'll bet he said it was okay. She repeated the trick over and over, making me so hard that I forgot about sleep. I had a new ambition now: I wanted to fuck this little cocksucker! Her pussy shone with its gravy now, and when she moved abruptly it made a smacking sound. I would bide my time, let her do her magic on me until she'd been lulled into a false sense of security, and then WHAM! Up her like a rat up a drainpipe! A few more minutes… just a little more of her delicate mouth-fucking, the warm bath of spit regaling my cock, the soft, slippery flesh of her mouth as it brushed against my cock, the lolling, mercurial tongue, the tight constriction of her throat muscles as she overshot the mark, all those little things made me quite patient. She was so good, so loving, and when I watched her do it she thrilled me even more with her obvious enthusiasm. She licked and sucked that cock as though she'd always wanted one of her own. And as she made love to it her slender young body writhed over me to offer her pussy to my mouth. This was my chance to prepare her for fucking. I licked her cunt up and down, inside and out, wetting her, bringing out more of her sap, relaxing her muscles. How tight she was; how tight they all were, these young girls. Even when I only had the tip of my tongue inside her the muscles gripped at it sternly, forbidding it to go any deeper.
She almost made me blow my wad at one point. Hurriedly I lifted her off my dick and held her suspended in the air until it was all better. She squealed and made desperate attempts to get back to her favorite lollipop, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead of putting her down in the same position I turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. That surprised her but she soon fell into this new aspect of the game of love, sticking her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my cock at the same time. Slowly I maneuvered her cunt closer to my dick. She didn't suspect anything at first but when my knob nudged her hole she was alerted. 'No, don't spoil it,' she crooned into my ear.
'I must,' I said in the same kind of voice, and at that moment I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down over my driving cock. She was too startled to scream. Instead she said: 'Oh!', with a sharp intake of breath and astonished eyes, and then it was too late. Her carefully oiled and pampered pussy opened wide and admitted the full length of my cock. If there was a hymen in the way neither of us noticed it. Perhaps she was into horseback riding.
'Is that all?' she asked, more amazed than ever. 'My mother told me it was worse than getting your appendix taken out!'
'Your mother was telling you little white lies,' I said, releasing her so she could sit up over my cock. That made her bend my cock back a little, just enough to put severe pressure on it and to allow me to experience the soft firmness of her moist insides. She tried to move up and down but she was too inexperienced to do it with any success. I helped her out by seizing her about the waist and jerking myself off with her whole body. She liked that. Her head rolled about and her hair went everywhere, her tits bobbled and wobbled, and her whole cunt was getting more stimulation that it had ever had.
'That's so nice!' she sighed. 'Don't ever stop, Joe, I want you to do this all night and all day, and… Ooooooooohhhhhh! I love it. My body's on fire!'
'I knew you'd like it,' I grinned. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock into sheer madness. Periodically I had to stop moving her about just to comply with her request for a good, long fuck, but I knew it was all in vain. She excited me too much, I wanted to ravish her, not simply make love. The steady motion of lifting her and lowering her turned into a violent shaking. I had a good grip on her and shook her like she was a martini in the making. Now she lost control. Her cries were turned into warbles by the motion, her tits quivered rapidly, and her head looked like it was about to fly loose. Her cunt was like a machine especially designed to make males sexually independent. After a while of brinksmanship, I pushed her down further over my cock so that my pubic bone gnashed into her clitoris, and now my cock moved inside her like the clapper of a bell. She rang loud and clear. Sobs and giggles erupted in abbreviated forms, she couldn't control her voice box any more than the other box. Juices poured down over my balls; she was climaxing subliminally. Her hands tried to massage her tits to even up her passions, but she had to give up the attempt. After that she let her arms swing loose, giving her the appearance of a Raggedy Ann doll in the hands of a violent child.
When she started to choke and turned a bright red I made her lie down flush on my body, then rolled us both over so I ended up on top. At once her legs flew up into the air and her pussy opened wide to let my dork drive in so deep that it almost came out of her throat. There was less erotic friction on me now, what with the relaxed muscles and the excess of fluid washing about in her cunt. It sounded a little like butter getting churned. Slurping, exploding air bubbles, digging deep, slamming my bone into her clitoris, biting at her little tits, I was doing everything to leave my mark indelibly on this girl's mind. A bit harder, a bit to the side, that was it, her cries told me I was on the right track. She seemed to be gargling now. Her face was twisted in an expression of ecstasy that approached pain. Her mouth was wide open to take in all the air she could, but it wasn't enough. 'Oh Joe! give me a break! Please! Oh Joe! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh Jesus!' Her words came out in bits, as if my long downward thrusts were expelling them from her throat. And I fucked harder just for her, giving it to her from all angles, savaging her, ravishing her, making the best of her while I had her.
My cock, numb from probing pussies on overtime, stopped taking pleasure in the silken massage of Martha's cunt. It remained hard, but even that wasn't necessarily a permanent condition. It was one of those moments of saturation, the kind of lapse for which one had to maintain a reservoir of sexual fantasies and I had run out long ago. Only one thing to do. My hand crept up under her ass and parted her cheeks to grovel down into the split. Her asshole was sensitive to my touch and she jumped a little when my finger first tried to enter. But whether she liked it or not was not my business. It gave me the fillip I needed, that extra surge of lust and passion that took me out of apathy and dumped me squarely on the straight. There was the finish line, hung with banners and vanes. I could feel my balls contracting for a final surge. Martha seemed to sense it. Her cries became more desperate, more searching, she didn't want to be left behind. Neck to neck we galloped along the fence, sweat flew off us, we drooled and snorted, fucking like fiends- not far now, my insides were boiling, the crowd was on its feet and cheering, together we thundered over the line, blowing semen and unleashing a wash of juices, crying and grunting, clawing at each other, and then everything was quiet again.
'Phew!' I said, getting off her and wiping my brow. 'That was good. I'm glad we finished in time to see the sun rise.'
'God, yes! I can't believe how much you made me cum!' Her eyes sparkled and her tits still heaved with excitement. 'Can we do it again soon? Please?' I nodded in agreement but truthfully I knew that it would be awhile before my dick would get hard again!
To avoid her question, I lit up the cigarette, but it tasted like low-grade shit. It was morning, five o'clock to be exact, and my mouth had been sorely tried. When the smoke curled back against my palate, it retaliated by popping little blisters and perverting my taste buds. I ground the cigarette out and lay down on the bed. 'Hey, on your way out leave a message with the butler, will you? Tell him to wake me at eight o'clock on the dot.'
'Okay.' She kissed me on the cheek and darted out of the room, still naked, and trailing sperm. What a sweetheart. Suddenly I felt nostalgic for the days of feudalism, when barons could maintain junior harems without aggravation from the law or parents. But why should I complain about the present? I was buried in twat! Ah, a few days more… and then? At that point I fell asleep.
