her breasts as the nipples were smashed tight against his chest.
'God… I can't wait, Baby… I've got to fuck you!' he hissed, and suddenly she felt his hand moving beneath her dress between her thighs, even upward beyond the tops of her nylons, over the soft hot flesh of her creamy smooth inner thighs. She couldn't… didn't want to stop him. Slowly, she spread open to his exploring hand. She felt its gentle warmth pressure against the sheerness of her panties at the delicately pouting mound, lurching spasmodically at the contact. She lay back into the corner of the seat, pulling him atop of her.
'Christ!' he gasped. 'Is it all right, Baby? Please… I don't want to do anything wrong…'
'Wrong…? Darling…' she whispered, taking his face between her hands and kissing his mouth with a warm, wet, open lips. 'Y-You couldn't do anything wrong to me tonight.'
'God Almighty,' he groaned.
She felt his hands, both of them now, moving over her hips in search of the waistband of her panties. Everything… all, was being done in unbroken continuity; she felt like a young girl being seduced for the first time by her one true love. She was wild with the pleasurable excitement of it, knowing that she would die if he ever stopped now. She whimpered and lifted her buttocks to help him as he rolled the snug little bikini briefs down over her hips and along her thighs until she was free of them. She spread her legs wider and he slithered half onto the seat and floor between them. His mouth sought hers, his tongue probing wetly between her lips; she sucked on it gently, letting her body flow upward into his in the darkness.
And then, he was kissing her eyes and nose and ears and neck, gradually moving down away from her toward the naked heat smothering her loins spread so receptively before him, her dress bunched around her waist, her belly tingling with the thought of the rapture to come. She moaned aloud as his hands slid beneath her buttocks and his mouth kissed and sucked at the soft smooth flesh of her belly… ever moving downward… into the light entanglement of her silken, pubic hair. Tenderly, he nipped and lewd sensations bathed her.
In his two hands he held the magnificent cheeks of her full rounded buttocks. His thumbs curled down between her legs and lay on either side of the soft hairlined flanges of her cunt. God, how he wished he could visualize with seeing eye this delectable sight. She moaned in anticipation… Christ, she was so young and lovely… taut, smooth and warm… he was going to go out of his mind if he didn't take her soon.
Tenderly, he pressed her thighs wide, wide apart and Laurie felt him haunching there; her breath shortened until she whined as she sensed his skilled fingers spreading the fleshy, light hair-covered lips of her vagina open, and the cool air seeped in against her there. She waited breathlessly until his tongue suddenly flicked into her, the wet tip licking teasingly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly. She felt his thumbs lowering and then he pressed the opening of her vagina wide apart; once more she held her breath while his tongue trailed down through the moist throbbing slit… and suddenly shot into the hot, raw flesh of her pussy.
Laurie squirmed uncontrollably at the sudden, wet contact, automatically reaching down to run her hands through his hair, locking behind his head to pull his face hard into her crotch. She felt his tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and she moaned and cooed aloud to him.
'Oooohhhh… it's beautiful, Darling… beautiful. Harder, my precious. Do it harder for me!'
'No,' he said abruptly, raising his head. 'All of that's later. I only wanted you to know what it means to me… how much I love it… and you, tonight anyway.'
'Ooohhh… yes, Darling,' she gasped. 'I understand. Tonight's our night, isn't it? Yes… yes… let's not do anything to spoil it. That was beautiful, Lover. But now… come up here and fuck me. Hurry!'
He whimpered, himself, and moved up over her on the car seat, loosening his pants and freeing his rock- hard prick. He crawled above her face and kissed her. She tasted, her own self on his lips and tongue, causing further sensations of delight to spiral through her.
'Christ,' he said. 'You're so young… so Goddamned young. Just a child… beautiful and delicious.'
'I'm your child tonight, Byron… young, excited, and wanting to learn about love,' she answered truthfully.
'You have a husband,' he hissed.
'Not really… just a boy who's all involved now. Part of this is for him… I think. Tonight, before it's all over, we'll know…'
'It's all insane,' Byron said. 'You know I have a wife and children back in Rio Lado. You understand that, don't you?'
'I understand even more than that… even more than you know, Byron, Darling,' Laurie whispered to him. 'You'll be the next Governor of this State… please believe me. I know what I'm saying. Before this night's over, it'll be settled… I'm certain of it. But right now, Darling… love me, will you?'
'Oh shit!' he blurted, crawling up over her.
God, she wanted it so bad… and then it came… the smooth round head probing, slipping up between the spread lips of her hungry vagina… up and down… up and down… separating entangled hair, insinuating, seating itself… until it slowly, delectably, moved into her… up and up and up… almost never ending… filling her to enchanting capacity.
Momentarily, he rocked above her, allowing her to acclimate to his presence inside her palpitating cunt; he used short, baby strokes at first, and then her body reacted of its own volition. Slowly, as he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Laurie sensed her whole being responding willingly and she squirmed and writhed beneath him.
'Darling,' she rasped once more. 'Oh Darling!' She lost herself in the increasing long, raking, pistoning movements of his plunging cock… ever, ever digging into her as if he were trying to bury the lower half of himself inside her. Dear mercy, her vagina seemed all-consuming, incredibly canaverous and naked, the pressure already rising to the boiling point, a pinnacle she couldn't wait to achieve.
'Fuck!' he blurted. 'It's too much… too much! My balls'll burst!'
'My sweet… my lover… my darling,' she whimpered in agony, and then she convulsed beneath him, clinging to him as if she were in the middle of the ocean going down for the third time, crashing her crotch up against his driving rod of iron flesh… the flood sweeping over her, up from her loins and thighs toward her breasts in a mad, mad release, the excruciating, agony of bliss blowing the breath from her like a gigantic fist striking her in the belly. She screamed.
Once, twice, three times, she gave forth her cries of animal ecstasy, jerking convulsively under him for a long time while his gasps grew hoarser and hoarser, his strokes slower and more forceful, until he breathed one, long low exclamation and, his prick penetrated her womb and she clasped her arms around him passionately, holding him while he shot a stream of hot, white sperm into her eagerly, anticipating and receptive loins.
They lay for a long while, then, smoked a cigarette before straightening up and going inside.
Somewhere along the way, unbeknownst to him where or when… only that it was positively so… Phillip had become obsessed with the ideas that he was playing the puppet. Even as she sucked ravenously at his lust- hardened shaft the thought besieged him, a puppet, like her husband… 'Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with…' that even his genitals were no longer his own, but completely possessed by her… this lovely blonde creature who had bewitched him as long as he could remember. He lay on his back watching her haunched between his spread legs, her long silken hair teasing at his belly and thighs, her pink-tipped hard-nippled breasts swaying and dancing as her head bobbed up and down over him. An uncontrollable chill stiffened his body as he thought of what she was doing, and he watched the elasticity of her lips around the wet, sensitive flesh, feeling the warm moistness of her mouth and tongue… her tongue that was laving the underside of the sensitive head of his prick imprisoned beyond her ovaled, sucking lips.
He couldn't contain the occasional groans emitting from deep in his chest, yet even in his ecstasy he suddenly realized that whatever sorcery she had once held him with, the spell was broken, her charisma gone. It struck him as an abrupt awakening, seemingly telegraphing a jolting shock through his whole nervous system. He gaped down at her lust-contorted face with the protruding lips descending nearly the entire length of the wet, glistening staff of his cock, her hands dropping to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of his hair-covered balls affectionately, while the other pinched gently with thumb and forefinger at the base of the pulsating organ. Then, she began to suck steadily, rhythmically, up and down and with a little twisting motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke, flicking its tip maddeningly in and around its tiny orifice and causing him to tense his loins and raise
