Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

"As soon as I'm sure of that… well…" She shrugged.

"Look, just because you did a nude scene or two in a couple of pictures, that's no sign everybody thinks they can fuck you."

"Don't you?"

He smiled. "Probably."

"You really do want me, don't you?" She set her drink on the coffee table.

"Do bears shit?" He thought he saw something in her eyes, and then she threw him a curve.

"Want to watch some T.V.?"

Wiley looked at his watch. "It's too late for the Mickey Mouse Club."

She put on the T.V. anyway and returned to the sofa. This time sitting much closer to him. He pressed his hip against hers and she didn't move away.

Her face was close to his and there was a half amused smile on her ripe, full lips. "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked softly.

"No. Why? Should I be?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead."

"A very personal question?"

"Ask away."

"How many girls have you screwed, Wiley?"

"I don't keep records, Jennie."

"A pity. Girls have to."

"Not in these enlightened times."

"That's what you think."

"Why did you ask?"

She chuckled. "Because I'm thinking of adding you to my very small list."

He almost choked on his drink, then set it on the coffee table beside hers. "Well, it's about fucking time." He reached for her.

"Not too fast," she said. "I keep seeing us in bed. Are you shocked?"

"Terribly." Wiley put his hands on her waist, drew her close and kissed her mouth. Her lips were warm and moist. Her hands came up and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Touch me," she commanded.

He put his hand on a breast.

His shirt was open and she ran her hand over him, feeling for his nipples.

He squeezed her breast, then brought up his other hand. He now had both breasts to play with.

Her lips opened, and she started to moan. "I like that." She was squeezing his nipples, hurting them. "Put your hand inside my dress. Quick."

He slipped a hand inside her dress, encountered a bra cup. He managed to get inside the cup, and felt a large pointy nipple come to life.

"Do you have a big cock?"

"There's only one way to find out."

Suddenly her whole manner had changed. She was doing a flip-flop right in front of his eyes. The demure, innocent mask had dropped away and, in its place, was something of a whore.

"Play with my cunt," she gasped. "Get down and play with my cunt!"

Wiley liked the change.

He slid to his knees in front other and folded her skirt up over her hips. She took a long swallow from her drink as his fingers moved in small circles over her soft, warm thighs.

The drink slid out of her hand and her legs spread open. His hand worked down to the already dampening crotch of her panties. He cupped the mound of her cunt as her arms went around his neck and pulled his lips up to hers.

As he kissed her, he worked her panties down to her knees. Her ass lifted off the sofa to help him. When she was bare-assed, his hands returned to the vee of her thighs and started to explore.

He could feel that her cunt was small, smooth and not very hairy as his fingers dived into her pussy, working at her until he felt her moistness start and he heard cries of lust urging him on.

He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Without taking them off completely, or even pulling her dress off over her tits, he slipped between her legs. She didn't seem to mind fucking him dressed, so he guided his cock to the wettest part of her downy covered slit and began to push gently.

Her cunt was tight. He barely got the head of his cock between her cunt lips when she cried out.

"Easy! Oh, please, take it easy. What have you got down there, a tree trunk?"

"You can handle it," he urged, pushing another inch of his meat into her.

"Oh, shit!" she gasped. "I'm like a fucking virgin anyway. Maybe you better let me blow you."

He didn't want a blow-job. He wanted cunt… and this particular cunt had made him wait long enough.

He grabbed a handful of throw pillows and shoved them under her ass. Then he started his cock up her channel again.

She was moaning hysterically now, her fingers digging at his shoulders, trying to pull him into her. "Christ, you're big!" she gasped. "But I know it'll be heaven if you can get the whole thing in me. Keep trying, I'm spreading, I can feel it!"

As soon as his cock got a little slicker, he moved it back and forth in short, shallow strokes. Inch by treasured inch, his cock slid up into her. The walls of her pussy seemed to get tighter and tighter the deeper he fucked.

He was halfway there and he felt her pussy loosening up slightly as her hips began to rotate and pound up to meet his thrusts. He put on more pressure while she bounced up to meet him eagerly.

Slowly but surely he drove his meat into her tender flesh.

He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of pressure on all parts of his twitching prick, then he picked up her frenzied pace and began to slam into her cunt unmercifully.

"Jennie, honey," he said, "you are the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."

"And you are the biggest cock I've ever had," I she replied. "You're tearing me up, but I love it!" He was pounding into her, driving the spike of his cock clear up into her belly through her cunt. His balls were crammed into the crack of her ass, he was so hard against her.

She watched his face as it twisted, and felt him stretch as far as he could. Then he went rigid as an icicle. She could feel his buried prick throb and start shooting long, hard jets of warm cum into her.

"Ohhhhh," he groaned, giving a quick little thrust with each jet.

She gasped in delight, pulling herself hard against him as his cum licked its way into the depths of her pussy. The sensation was exquisite. She didn't want it to ever end.

After his cock had stopped spouting, he pistoned her slowly, letting it empty itself with diminishing surges and throbs.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "why did I ever let myself go so long without you? Don't stop fucking me, Wiley. Don't ever stop fucking me!"

He finished her off with his whole body shuddering and jerking cum into her cunt.

"Jesus, I love to fuck," he said, rolling from her. "I do, too. Oh, God, I do, too!"

"Then c'mon," he gasped, "let's get our clothes off and into the bedroom where we can get a good one!"

"You mean, you can get it up again right away?"

He smiled and put her hand between his legs. "It never went down."

They raced to the bedroom, trailing clothes.

Together they railed onto the bed and Wiley took her soft, yielding body into his arms. Her legs opened slightly and closed again, capturing his rigid cock between them in a vise-like grip. He slid one hand downward across the crack of her ass. The soft curling hair of her cunt caressed him, and her thighs worked steadily on the sides of his cock.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I think I love you, Wiley Morrison."

"I think I love you, too, Jennie Fields!"

"Then prove it!"

"How?"

She chuckled. Again it was that low, rasping sound in the back of her throat. "Silly. Fuck me! I mean, fuck me silly!"

She moved a shoulder and her breast seemed to leap into his mouth with a hot, frenzied eagerness. At first he played with the nipple, then he opened his mouth to suck as much of her luscious tit as possible into his mouth. Her breast was not only firm, it was hard… and very large.

Jennie began working her legs harder and faster, moving her hips forward and back now to force his prick up against her swollen clit. The motion excited him and he attacked the hard, thrusting tit even more ardently, biting and chewing the soft, fleshy globe.

"Oh, yes, suck it, Wiley," she gasped. "Suck the fucking shit out of my tit!"