Ray Strong - Overeager young stuff

Belinda continued stroking Barcone's balls with one hand and used the other to reach beneath him and squeeze his ass. He squirmed and wriggled as her cheeks hollowed, puffing on the cock she had forced into her throat. The flesh felt silken to her tongue, and now that she was sucking, she found she enjoyed it, too.

Barcone used both hands on Belinda's head now, shoving her head up, ramming it down, letting his cock squeeze into the narrow channel of her throat for a moment.

So this was what it was like, Belinda thought, her mouth auctioning the big cock as her head bobbed up and down at a fantastic speed.

"Come on, come on!" Barcone was yelling. "Suck harder, pull with those jaws, draw the cum right outta me! Suck, suck, SUCK!"

And suck she did, hollowing her checks and wrapping her tongue against the unbending cock.

She felt the head fill her throat again, and this time it was swollen to even greater size. His hands were almost breaking her neck they squeezed so hard, and now she could no longer move her head. His hands were forcing her further down as the cock sank deeper into her throat. And then hot jets of cum gushed down her gullet. Belinda swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

Her tongue kept massaging the underside of his cock, titillating it into blasting out more and more heavy gobs of sticky jism, coating the back of her throat as it slid into her gullet and down into her belly.

She sucked wildly, draining and slurping, taking every last drop he had to offer. His blasting cock finally shrank from the ponderous eleven inches to a shriveled noodle. It dangled in her mouth as she pulled on it one last time, sucking out the final bit of cum before releasing it.

"Am I finished with the lesson?" she asked.

"For today," Barcone nodded. "Hey look, kid, I'm sorry if I seemed rough. I don't know, there's somethin' about you that kinda brings out the animal in a guy. Shit! I was with a real masochist the other day, and I didn't hurt her half as much as I did you."

"Don't worry," Belinda assured him. "It was all in fun. I had a great time. I thought it would hurt a lot more, and I was ready to have some kind of crazy trauma. But you made it all good. Before the summer ends I'd like to come back for more."

"It's up to you, kid. You pass the word through Aphrodite, and I'll let her know when I'm free. I mean, I have work that needs taking care of."

They washed up and dressed, then Barcone kissed her goodbye and watched her leave. He smiled to himself, noting she was walking with somewhat bowed legs as she left.

He'd left her with one hell of an impression of himself. Whether or not it was a good impression remained to be seen. But he had definitely impressed her.

Summer vacation ended, and suddenly all the girls went back to school. There was no time for any of them to fuck around any more. Joe Barcone suddenly felt a vast emptiness. True, he had his work to keep him occupied, but it wasn't nearly enough. He was used to getting at least one tender piece of teenage ass – every day, if not more. Now he had been completely cut off. And to make matters worse, Margaret was working late at the hospital, which meant she came home too tired to do anything.

Even Francie, who had been coming by regularly for a good fucking, suddenly stopped coming. Aphrodite no longer delivered the newspapers, her place having been taken by some thirteen-year-old boy. And the only other pussy available to him now was Myrna Fraden, Shari's mother. And after having fucked Shari, who the hell wanted to go back to Myrna?

A week went by, and Sunday morning arrived. Joe woke up but didn't have the heart to awaken Margaret. She had worked until two in the morning. Even so, he looked down at her.

As if she felt Joe staring at her, Margaret opened her eyes.

"Hi," she said. "What's the problem?"

"I'm horny," was all he said.

"So am I," she smiled back. "Let me wash up and I'll be right back."

She got out of bed, went to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later still wearing her nightgown.

"Poor Joe," she said. "All the teenage girls are gone."

She was teasing him, and Joe knew it. Suddenly she smiled and hastily removed her nightgown, throwing it off to the side.

"I really need you now," he whispered, pulling her close.

Her erect nipples pressed against his chest, and he mashed his burning, yearning lips against hers. She responded quickly enough, letting him know the fire burning in him had aroused her as much as it always had.

He pushed her back and took hold of the warm, double-handful of her jutting tits, firm and rounded and in proportion to her tiny body. He pressed them with his fingers, pushing the nipples in, only to have them pop back out like buttons in a foam rubber pillow. Then he rubbed them between his tantalizing fingers, and the friction made her gasp. He heard her draw her breath in as the massage began to reach her.

Dipping his mouth to her rounded tits, he began kissing them, one at a time, then sucking on them. His teeth scraped lightly over their rubbery surfaces making them elongate ever more as blood continued to surge into them. His tongue licked lustily each time he held a nipple between his teeth, and he was rewarded by hearing Margaret moan.

His free hand played with whichever of the tits he didn't have in his mouth, the other hand already in the process of wandering down her body, traveling over her soft, flat belly, running lightly across her hips and thighs, then caressing the satiny inner thighs which she spread as though begging him to play with the mossy curls above and around her sopping cunt. Her hips lifted in a mute plea for him to dig his fingers into the hungry maw of her salivating pussy.

Ignoring the plea for the moment, Joe pressed his palm flatly against the red lips of her cunt, massaging it against the crack but in no way penetrating it. Still pulling at her nipple with his lips and fondling the other nipple with his fingers, he ran his middle finger up the length of her slit until it came to her clitoris. He began to give it special attention, rubbing it, and feeling it enlarge. It became large enough for him to hold between his thumb and forefinger, and he did so, rubbing it hard, feeling it stiffen. Still massaging it strongly, he let his middle finger dip into the lubricating center of her cunt. Then he moved his hand in such a way that he was actually jerking on the clit as his finger moved in and out of her sopping cunt hole.

Both of her hands had wrapped themselves around Joe's white-hot cock, and she began to yank on it in time to the way his fingers pulled at her vibrating clit. He was lubricating heavily now, and soon both her hands were completely covered with the colorless cock juice seeping out. His entire hardened cock moved between her palms as if they were the walls of a cunt. Her thighs pressed hard against his pelvis, heightening the pleasure both felt.

Joe's middle finger now pushed deeper into the yearning canal it had penetrated, moving circularly and touching the entire inner area of her cunt.

"Now, Joey-boy, fuck me now!" she begged.

More than willing, in fact almost overanxious to drive his hard cock into the depths of her quivering cunt, fearful he might pop his load in her hands, Joe prepared to mount her, but was surprised when she pushed him back on the bed and said, "No, Joe. This time you lay down and let me sit on your cock."

Joe let her roll on top of him, positioning her body directly above his upstanding prick. His hands reached, out and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pulling her down, impaling her prowling cunt on his stiff cock. As the rock-hard length of his prick squished its way into her hot twat, she quivered and quaked with sensation. It was a slow entry, designed to make her feel every millimeter of penetrating prick. Her eyes fairly bulged as a loud sigh escaped her.