Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

She placed one of his hands on her other breast, rubbing his palm across the nipple until it stood out hard and eager. His other hand she shoved between her legs where the moisture was already flowing from her pussy like a burst dam.

"Want it again?"

"Yes, darling," she moaned. "Fuck me! I want this again and again and again! I want to feel this big fucking cock splitting me… cutting me clear in half."

It was all too much for him with her nude white tenderness rubbing his body. With his throbbing cock clutched in her hand. With her musky smell permeating the bed, the room, his nostrils. It made his head swirl.

She wiggled her body under him, spreading her legs as she moved. When she could feel his cock stiffen against her slit, she began working her hips, trying to force him to enter her pussy.

She pulled his head down and kissed him hungrily, her hot tongue sliding into his mouth.

His hands started working feverishly at her body, exploring all of her youthful charms under him, her hips began a mad gyration until his cockhead was directly at the opening of her cunt. She felt the slight pressure on her clit, and she renewed her attack, trying, almost desperately, to pull his pulsating prick deeply inside her.

He started moving his head down. He kissed her taut nipples, and massaged the swollen hardness of her heavy breasts with his hands. His tongue and lips caressed her belly and moved down to her thighs, quickly passing over the mat of hair at her bulging crotch. He forced her thighs apart and carefully kissed the insides of them both.

Then he moved his lips and tongue slowly, smoothly, back up the inside of her legs to her cunt.

He licked at the soft, tender meat, his lips plucking at the swollen hardness of her cunt. Her body was hot, and her slit, wet with juice, was like a volcano.

His lips were close to her sweet-smelling young cunt and he blew gently. The short kinky hairs quivered. The tip of his tongue feathered her cunt lips, first up one side and then down the other, never entering her vibrating cavity.

"Yes, yes… oh, yea, that's good! Oh, so good!" she panted. "Go ahead. Do me with your tongue first. Oh, fuck it feels so good!"

Her breath hissed between her teeth. She eagerly awaited the pleasure that his talented tongue would soon give her pussy.

Wiley turned his attention from her cunt hole to the hard little knob just above. He lapped and licked at it until her clit was stiff enough to be drawn between his lips. As he began to tongue the tiny little pleasure joint, Jennie immediately started to approach her come.

"Suck suck, suck!" she cried, ramming upward with her hips, shoving the full sweetness of her pussy against his mouth.

He reamed the slick walls of her inner cunt and nibbled on the small bud of her clit. The taste and smell of her young body changed to a heady flavor as her juices started flowing in a torrent.

Suddenly her back arched, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her. A strangled sound escaped her lips and she writhed through her orgasm.

But it was only the beginning – for both of them. "Now my cunt!" she gasped. "Fill my cunt up with your big, beautiful cock! I want it so bad! Fuck me, fuck me good… FUCK ME!"

She pulled his body over hers and pushed one of his hands under her buttocks. Her cunt was slick I and yielding to his probing fingers. The juices from her pussy flowed across his hand.

It was all his passion needed.

His cock rose between her spread thighs. She gripped the twitching dick, stroking and squeezing it.

His cock became harder and throbbed unbearably.

His meat leaped toward her cunt. He thrust into her, burying his prick until nothing remained outside her pussy. He lifted her legs to his shoulders so that every thrust of his hungry hips gave him the greatest penetration into her hole.

Her body responded in kind. She slithered and began a grinding series of gyrations that sent her whole body to an immediate peak of desperate fulfillment.

"Yes, darling, yes!" she cried. "I love it! Oh, God, I love it!"

"Oh, Jesus, I love it, too… I always will. And I'll always need it."

"Fuck me, Wiley… fuck me and make me come! Over and over and over! Make my pussy come on your big, fat prick!"

His cock throbbed inside her tight, moist cunt. Her hips seemed to be welded to his. Her voice became low and husky, in a growl that became a sound of pleasure mixed with pain as again and again he rammed to the very bottom of her hole with the hard head of his hungry cock.

"Don't stop, darling! Don't! Cut me up with it!" the voice said. "Oh, your cock is so good!"

Harder and harder, he sent his cock fucking into her tender cunt until their two bodies became one, hurtling through an eternity of timeless and weightless space.

She worked on his prick, using her hips in all directions at once, taking all of his cock with each thrust. At last he burst forth with his own flood. Somewhere in his consciousness he heard her say, "Don't save it. Let me have it! Let me have the whole fucking load… come in me… give it all to me!"

Her legs locked around him even tighter as the final, convulsive spasms of release took over their bodies at the same time. Wiley flooded her belly with his massive spurts of nun as she writhed her way through a spastic climax that left her limp and drained beneath him.

They lay side by side, silent for a long time.

Then he spoke. "It was good, baby," he said. "It was as good as I thought it would be."

"Was it good enough to come back for more? And more? And more?"

"You know it was."

She sighed. A relaxed sigh, deep with relief. "Good. Then maybe with you, I'll last longer than a one-night stand. To tell you the truth, I haven't been too lucky with men."

"Hey, Jennie, listen. I love you. In fact, I might even…"

The phone clamored in his ear and he rolled away from her to answer it.

"Shit," Jennie said, and went into the living room to get their drinks and cigarettes.

"Hello? Yes, operator. It's my brother in San Francisco," he said over his shoulder, not realizing that she had left the room. "Yeah, Mark?"

Jennie took her time fixing the drinks. In fact, she drank one and made another before returning to the bedroom.

"What the fuck?"

He was wildly pulling on his clothes and throwing others into a bag. "I've gotta go."

"Yeah, I know. You've got your nooky, now you got to go."

"I'm serious."

"So am I. You assholes are all alike – get it up, get it in, get it off, and get out." She swallowed half her drink.

"Dammit, it's important!"

"Dammit, so's my mental state! Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where the fuck are your going?" She finished the drink.

"San Francisco."

"Jesus Christ, that's halfway around the world."

"Just the country. I'll be back soon."

"How soon?"

"I don't know."

"That's what I thought, prick." She threw the glass at him.

He ducked and grabbed his bag. "Want to kiss me good-bye?"

"Fuck you!"

Eighteen hours later, Wiley Morrison was standing in front of a bank of buzzers and mail boxes. They belonged to an apartment house managed by Harry and Laura Fine in San Francisco.

He ran his thumb across the names, paused at "201 Ginny Monet", and went on until he found "Fine, manager".

He was about to push the button, when the door opened behind him. He turned and stared into the smiling, elfin face of a young girl. The face was topped and halved by a mane of red hair that looked as though it had just toppled from a T.V. screen commercial for some shampoo.

He didn't look at her body, but he could tell there was a lot of it beneath the too-tight sweater and the skin-tight jeans.

"Hello," she said. "You lookin' for a room?"