He pulled out. She screamed in reaction. It felt as if her guts were following his cock out her cunt. When his broad-headed prick split only the pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips, he paused for a moment. Then he came rushing back into her twat.
She screamed again. Her cunt was small, almost virgin-tight. His huge cock split and stretched and spread her cunt in new and excitingly different directions. She thought she was being torn apart – and she loved every excruciating second of it!
As his crotch ground hard into hers, she clutched at his naked back. Her fingernails left bloody tracks. Neither of them noticed so great was their mutual lust. The only thing that mattered was fucking the hell out of this tight cunt. That was what they both wanted.
She was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. The salty tracks left were licked away by the youth as he continued to fuck her. His tongue pressed down on her cheeks, her closed eyes, her mouth. And all the while his cock mechanically moved in the well oiled slot of her twat.
'More, damn you, more! I want more of your cock!'
He began to change his fucking tempo. Short, quick strokes set her cunt on fire. The friction mounted rapidly and robbed her of the last traces of her self control. She came.
And it wasn't an easy come, either. Long days of longing were released by his driving cock. She let the tiny fires build into huge ones threatening to consume her entire body. As the orgasm blasted into her belly, spreading to her entire body, she rejoiced in it.
This was what she'd wanted for so long. This was the physical and emotional release that only a good fucking could give her. She came down from her sexual high only to feel herself being pushed back up to the brink of orgasm.
His cock drove mercilessly into her pussy. He touched every single nerve in her cunt. The fires of desire blazed inside her. The short strokes of his fucking cock lengthened; he began probing deeper and deeper.
Her excitement mounted. This was what it was like to be fucked by a real expert. She'd thought he was inexperienced… He was showing her a completely different picture. She hadn't believed he had this much ability.
Happily, she let go and fell head first into another climax. The huge, pulsating, throbbingly alive cock filled her cunt to overflowing. She was aware of nothing but that huge fuck stick reaming out her cunt. The juices squirted from her twat and ran down the inside of her thigh.
It tickled. And stimulated. She wanted more.
But through the haze of unbridled passion, she heard a car doer slam. Two voices, laughing, came closer. When the front door slammed, she panicked. Her mother and Jonathon had returned home, hours too early!
'Grant, wait, oh please! My mother!'
The teenager had heard, also. His face drained with shock.
'Christ, what do we do?'
'Under the bed. I don't think they'll check on me too close. They're too wrapped up in themselves.'
As the boy scuttled under the bed, Melissa lay back pulling the covers over her naked body, waiting.
Waiting and cursing her rotten luck.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melissa waited, her cunt hollow now. Damn! If only they had waited another couple hours. She could have gotten off a dozen times. She could have extinguished her rampaging, desires once and for all. Grant was fucking her like a stallion. He seemed tireless, like he could go on all night.
And that was just what she'd had in mind – all night fucking.
'Melissa?' came a soft voice. The yellow crack appeared along the edge of her bedroom door and her mother's head half poked in. Then, to Jon out in the hallway, her mother said, 'It's okay. She's out like a light. Let's really get it on, darling.'
'Yeah. Not every night we have a special occasion to fuck our brains out.'
'Oh, Jon!' the woman giggled like a giddy teenager.
The door closed. Grant peered out from under the bed. Seeing Melissa's hand dangling down near his mouth, he carefully sucked on one of her fingers. She jerked, then relaxed and said, 'Okay, guy. Come on out.'
Still sucking on her finger, wishing it was something juicier like her cunt, he edged out.
'My poor pussy is still waiting for your cock,' she told him quietly.
'What? With your old lady in the house? Christ, if she caught us!'
'She and her stud boyfriend will be screwing all night. They won't hear us. And if they do, they'll think it's only an echo. Mother dear thinks her one and only daughter is still a pure-as-the-driven-snow virgin.'
Grant laughed. This foxy bitch. A virgin? Hardly! And was he ever glad of that, too!
'I don't think we'd better ball with them so close,' he told her with some reluctance. He wanted to pick up where they left off. His hard-on was beginning to ache like the devil. Nothing could suit him better than to bury it back all the way up into her steamy hot cunt.
'Maybe you're right,' Melissa said.
His face dropped. Grant hoped she'd talk him out of his chicken-shit idea and invite him to climb back on and fuck the hell out of her.
'We can go into the back yard and fuck there?' Her words electrified him. In the back yard? It was so close to the sidewalk. And the street was just on the other side of the fence. With all those people going by, someone might see them screwing. Actually see him, the big stud, jacking the hell out of the most beautiful chick anyone had ever laid eyes on.
The idea suddenly appealed to him. What the hell? If anyone did see them they'd have to congratulate him on his good taste in women. And who would be looking at hint anyway? They'd be just like him, not able to get their eyes off the seductive beauty of the girl.
'Okay. Sounds really kinky to me. I think I like that.'
Melissa was surprised. Grant didn't strike her as the experimenting kind. And he'd agreed so fast. Was he that hot for her body? She hoped so. She wanted to feel that quivering cock of his driving hard and fast into her pussy again.
Nothing less would satisfy her. She had to get off a dozen more times to feel really happy. He'd made a good start only to be interrupted by her meddling mother.
Outside it would be different.
'Through the window, lover boy. The grass is nice and cool and I'm so Goddamn hot I can barely stand it!'
He virtually dived out the window. Feeling the grass, he rolled to sit upright, naked as he could be. Turning toward the window, he saw the girl lithely climbing out.
His cock threatened to turn cartwheels. Just the sight of her was enough to make him feel like erupting.
Her high, firm, young tits bounced ever so slightly. They were big, plenty big enough for his tastes. Certainly more than a mouthful, they were still small enough not to be floppy or sag at all. He liked that. He didn't like the women with the huge, ungainly milk bags. Every time they moved, it was a joke.
Melissa's tits were the work of a masterful creator. Just looking at them was enough to give him a hard-on. Her white tits seemed to glow with a light of their own in the moonlight. And the red nipples were tiny beacons calling out to him. They begged to be shoved into his mouth and sucked on.
The deep canyon between her jugs was hidden in shadow. Somehow that made her all the more seductive. The light played over her slender body and moved down past her trim waist. When he caught sight of her dark, furry bush, he had to really take a firm hold on his rampaging emotions.
That provocative pussy mound was gorgeous. And it was just slobbering in anticipation of having his huge prick shoved in between the gaping pussy lips underneath it.
The lewd, grinning cunt lips were flecked with silver spots. It was her oily inner secretions. She was wet.
