MARIE (12 of 13 2/4)
FRIAR DAVE
"Do it," I demanded. "Just what you said."
He crawled over me and began madly kissing and licking all over my
breasts, pausing only to take one nipple or the other between his lips
and suck crazily, sometimes pulling his head up so he was tugging my
whole tit by the nipple. His tongue never stopped batting at the
nozzle, and I had a couple of mini-orgasms. I took one of his hands in
mine and led it down over my belly to my cunt and guided him in his
first explorations. I taught his fingers to find my clit, and once he
found it, he was fascinated by the effect his combined tit-licking and
clit-fingering had on me, which is to say, making me cum over and
over.
His finger found the opening and slid into my cunt, and he gasped,
"It's so wet and hot!"
I felt his cockhead throbbing against my thigh. It was leaving little
precum smears all over. I hatched a plan.
"C'mere," I told him. I took his hips in my hands and urged him to
crawl up over me while I wriggled down lower. His throbbing meat
caught momentarily against the underside of my tit and then sprung
free. My ankles were at the foot of the bed, and he was again on all
fours above me, but this time with his cock right at mouth level.
I gripped his thick, hard young cock and pulled him down till the
glans was in my mouth. It was a mouthful, too! I closed my lips on his
shaft and put my hands on his hips as I began sucking. I didn't want
him fucking that thick dick too deeply into my mouth. I needn't have
worried, though. I'd known he was close to cumming; I just hadn't
realized how close.
As soon as my tongue moved against the little ridge on the underside
of his glans, he groaned a warning that he was going to cum. And
almost instantly did -- a long, thick powerful flood that would have
overflowed a tablespoon and easily filled my mouth. I swallowed and
sucked a little more, and he did it again, moaning. I kept swallowing
and sucking as he shot five more of those geysers before they lessened
in quantity and force, and I kept sucking, milking him of the last
drops stored in those firm, virgin nuts. I moved my mouth up and down
a few times on his slightly shrinking shaft, and he sighed piteously
as I licked and sucked him dry. His cum tasted thick and strong and
somehow very clean. I drank him dry and wished for more.
My hands were still on his hips, so I urged him to roll to the bed
beside me. He leaned over to kiss me, hesitated, and then went ahead
and kissed me anyhow, right on my spermy, slippery mouth. I don't
think he cared for the taste, because he didn't try to tongue me, but
he went on kissing me till I broke it off. I smiled at him.
"Oh, Marie, that was like nothing I ever imagined! I mean, I tried to
imagine what it would be like to be inside a woman when I was jerking
off, and I imagined what it would be like to put it inside you, where
I had my finger. But I never dreamed anything could feel so good as--"
His eyes widened.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just -- " He closed his mouth and looked confused.
I thought I had it figured out. "I sucked your cock, so that makes me
a cocksucker, which is a bad thing, right?"
He looked sheepish. "Sorta."
"I liked sucking your prick. I wanted it. You liked me doing it, and
when I started, you wanted it. If that's bad, I don't give a damn. No
one hurt, and two horny people made each other feel good."
He nodded slowly. "I guess so."
"Besides, I knew you were going to cum fast the first time, and I
wanted to have you cum in my mouth because I have another new idea for
down there." I led his hand "down there" for illustration and put his
finger in me. I brought his hand to my mouth and licked the finger. I
tasted like what I was: a horny young woman who bathed before leaving
the house and douched regularly, which is to say, I tasted good.
I smiled at him, and the look on his face was first amazement and then
wonder. I didn't have to do Part Two. He put his hand back between my
legs, soaked his finger in my cunt and then licked it off himself.
"What do you think?"
"Different, a little sharp. Maybe I better try again."
He did and this time he arched one eyebrow and affected a British
accent. "An amusing little wine which shows great promise,
Moneypenney."
"Is it Bond -- James Bond?"
He laughed. "I'm not Sean Connery."
"And I'm not Ursula Andress."
He ran his hand over me, cupping it over my breasts and splaying his
fingers over my belly and then my thighs. "Ursula Andress would eat
her heart out."
"I'd rather have her eat me out," I blurted, and his eyes widened.
"You mean -- there?" he whispered. "I didn't know women did stuff like
that."
"Not all, but some. Some of us do. And like it a lot!"
"But -- how?"
"Want to learn? I was going to ask you anyhow..."
He brought my hand to his cock, which had -- bless teenagers! --
resumed its previous, formidable state. "I don't want to seem like a
stiff, but -- "
"Believe me, I have plans for that. But first -- ?"
"You'd really like that?"
"Believe me, Terry, what I'm going to teach you is going to make a lot
of women very happy -- and make you very, very popular with them.
Trust me?"
He nodded.
"Start by licking my tits again -- "
I got no farther because he had the idea. A quick study, my young
Terry was. And he not only mouthed my quivering boobs, he couldn't
stop running his hand over me, enjoying the feel of my smooth, barely
teenage body under its light, slippery sheen of perspiration. I came a
couple of more times, little orgasms, before his lips worked their way
down over my belly and abdomen. He diverted to my thighs, probably
stalling before the Big Moment, but I didn't mind. His tongue was
wonderfully energetic and wet and never tired of thrilling my flesh.
But finally he was kneeling with his legs to one side of me, and I
pulled my knees up and apart as he started kissing his way down into
the vee offered to him. His breath was like fire on my exposed cunt
lips and throbbing clit.
And then he stopped. "You'll have to help me find the right spots."
"I will, but you're doing fine in the search," I said throatily.
And indeed he was. His tongue went into the hollows between my thighs
and my swollen cunt lips. When he shifted from one side to the other,
his breath and sometimes the tip of his tongue just... barely...
grazed my labia and that tantalizing touch made me groan and buck. And
the juices just flooded out of me. I was so close to having a really
big cum, I thought I was going to shatter with the tension. I was
almost writhing -- almost, because I was trying not to twitch away
from his tongue!
He slid his hands under my butt and held me tightly and then lifted my
ass and pulled my cunt up to his waiting lips. He kissed my cunt and
then stuck his tongue inside, licking as much as he could. It felt
great, but it wasn't quite the thing I needed for the big blast. I
finally took my hands away from my tits, where my fingers had been
pulling and playing with my nipples, and grabbed the back of his head.
"Higher!" I growled, guiding him up toward the top of my cunt. "Lick
there -- ahhh!"
As soon as his tongue hit my clit, he knew that was the target. He
even closed his lips around it and sucked on it as he lapped at it. I
sucked in a long breath, noisily, and then I clamped my thighs on his
ears and arched and came, screaming. I came in one long, continuous
orgasm. I had never cum like that -- not when I was being double-
fucked at the party-cum-orgy on Kelly's Island, not even with my
sister or even with that bitch Susan, who was the best cunt-lapper I
knew. Maybe it was anticipation or the unplanned teasing or -- I still
don't know. All I know is that with Terry, I thought I was going to
die from the pleasure and intensity of my orgasm.
When I finally fell back and pulled his face away from my over-
sensitized clit, I continued to shudder with pleasure. I pulled him up
to me and grabbed him and kissed him. Again, he hesitated for a split-
second before kissing fully, and he hesitated before opening his lips
to my tongue -- and then he plunged in, and we kissed frantically,
passionately, me tasting myself and his cum on my tongue and him
tasting himself and my juices on his.
And more -- I felt what was nearly pain inside me. I wanted his hard
young cock in my cunt, wanted it desperately. I rolled him on top of
me, savoring his lean, young weight and the promise of his prick
pulsing against the insides of my widespread thighs.
"I want you inside me!"
I reached between us and gripped his rigid stave. It felt so hot! I
guided him up over me and -- I don't know why; I'd never done this
instinctively before -- I raised my legs high and wide as I guided him
to the opening.
As soon as his knob was in my labia, he pushed down and in, one long
stroke that hid his cock inside me completely. I groaned loudly and he
murmured incoherently as he pressed, as if to get in still deeper. His
cock was a perfect fit: stretching my cunt wide, just barely reaching
the end of my canal. His pubic hair ground into my barely furred pubis
and the bony ring at the base of his cock ground against my clit.
I wrapped my arms around his back and clawed at him as he began
humping me -- because that's what he did: hump me. He just banged away
in these short, desperate thrusts that were driving me farther and
farther up the bed, till we were both struggling with the logistics of
the headboard while frantically staying linked. I knew he wasn't going
to last long, sucked off or not, but it seemed to go on for a long
time -- and then he got ready to cum.
I can still remember feeling his balls lurch against my butt and his
cock swelling inside me, literally swelling, and then he jammed
himself so hard into me and against me that it almost hurt, and then
he was cumming in me. I could feel the lurch-lurch-lurch as the stuff
shot through his cock, and then, eventually, as he kept cumming in me,
I felt the heat of his juice beginning to suffuse my cunt.
And he kept cumming, more and longer than I'd dreamed possible. His
lovely young balls kept manufacturing loads of hot cum to flood me,
and even when it was filling my cunt and draining back out, he kept
cumming. Just the idea of it was making me cum, so my cunt kept
contracting around him and making his flow hesitate, and that made him
half-sob with pleasure and cum some more.
Finally, even he had to stop cumming. His cock stayed half-hard inside
me, and he started to collapse on top of me. I tried to keep us
connected as I rolled him to the side, but it didn't work and his
prick slid out of me. Followed immediately by enough sperm to father
several counties, if not countries. I was just starting to get enough
pubic hair for it to be visible; now it was matted. His cum and my
juices made my thighs glisten.
I got up on my knees with my legs spread and put my hands between my
thighs and started scooping and rubbing the runoff over my belly. It
made me feel so wonderfully depraved and slippery!
He reached over and his hand joined mine, only his roamed higher,
slicking my tits, too. My nipples were very, very hard, and he tried
to pinch them, but his fingertips slid off, and that felt good, too.
About five minutes of that, and I was ready to cum again, and he had
the equipment to handle the job, too -- his cock was fully hardened
again.
I climbed over him and lowered my cunt onto his dick. I settled down
easily, right to the hair, and sat back till my hands were on his
thighs behind me, and then I started moving my hips up and down,
slowly, savoring the feeling from that angle and the different way it
rubbed inside me. It was too bad we couldn't keep doing it that way,
but my arms were getting tired, and when I came down sometimes my butt
was mashing on his balls. The last thing I wanted to do was mash those
lovely balls!
I pulled off him, and we both groaned involuntarily. "I've got this
great idea," I told him. "Stand beside the bed."
He was young, fit and limber -- but at the moment, his movements were
jerky and almost uncoordinated. But he did what I wanted as I took his
pillow and doubled it over and slid it under the beach towel. Then I
lay with my hips on the pillow, and my tits squashed into the bed and
my feet dangling over the edge of the bed.
"Now step up and put it in," I said softly.
"In your -- your butt?" He sounded shocked.
I was shocked. "No! Where did you ever get that idea?"
His rigid prick was at exactly the right height. He nuzzled the knob
against my cunny and pushed down and in. Somehow, it felt tighter
inside me, and that made it feel all that much better. "My brothers
say that's the best, tightest thing in the world, that it makes girls
scream with pleasure -- but you feel so good in the right place!" His
hips had begun moving even as he spoke, and his hard abdomen was
pounding faster and faster against my upturned butt. His cock seemed
to be going even farther inside me, now, and I felt a strong cum
building.
Every time he pushed into me, his balls swung forward to brush my
clit, and that felt wonderful and gave me an idea. "Hold still," I
said. I managed to work my hand under me and back to my cunt and got
my fingertips over my clit. Then I closed my legs and said, "Fuck hell
out of me, baby!"
"Damn, it feels so gooood!" he moaned and then started pounding away,
long, hard strokes that plunged his fat glans far inside me. I was
rubbing and twiddling and started cumming like gangbusters. My vaginal
muscles were spasming almost constantly on him.
"Feels so damn good!" he wailed, his strokes getting shorter and
faster. I felt his balls against the backs of my fingers, and they
were hard and full. His cock was swelling inside me, and I was cumming
and cumming and screaming into the bed when he finally jammed himself
all the way into me and held fast, pouring his hot, copious teenage
cum into my clutching little cunt. He really let it go this time,
amazing me with his prolific load. I mean, it was his third time in
about an hour, and it seemed like there was more than the first two
times.
The load finally stopped -- the hose ran dry, so to speak -- and his
knees buckled. He was panting on the floor behind me and then he
kissed my butt -- two sweet little kisses, one to each cheek -- and
then he pushed his face between my legs and began licking my
overflowing pussy and my fingers. It felt really good, but the sheer
sweetness of the impulse just plain melted me.
"How much longer are we alone here?"
I felt him turning his face toward the nightstand, with the clock.
"About two hours."
"Get up here and hold me in your arms for a while, and let's see what
happens."
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