Ray Strong: Overeager young stuff

Not even his wife, whom he loved and adored, could throw as mean a fuck as the chick he was now riding. She was unequaled when it came to fucking.

He wanted her to climax, too. He wanted to know he was good enough to make this young snatch attain a total orgasm. He jammed his salacious prick into her with even greater energy.

She gripped him tightly between her clasping loins, trying to yank him ever closer to her, pushing his cock ever deeper and trying hard to keep it from coming out. How she loved the feel of the big cock in her frothing pussy. Through the flooding liquids both sex organs emitted she still felt the friction of his stiff prick as it jetted back and forth. As far as Aphrodite was concerned, this man was already superior to any boy with whom she'd fucked before, and if he kept it up much longer he'd soon drive her out of her mind.

Her legs crossed themselves behind his back, pounding on his spine, letting him know without words she was fast approaching her climax. Joe put all his weight on his elbows and toes, driving into her cunt with long, slithering strokes.

She spoke again, urging him on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't stop now! Ram it into me, slam it into me, jam it into me! Fuck, man! Fuck!"

She continued telling him what to do, becoming more obscene with each passing second, spreading her legs wide now, letting his full weight slam against her seething pussy.

Her eyes were rolling now, staring at the blank ceiling as her tongue hung out of the corner of her mouth. Her orgasm was crawling up on her.

"I'm there!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh God! I'm there, I'm there! Arrrrgghhh… eeeyahhhh… wowwww!"

The words burst from her mouth in a long, loud yell, almost smashing Joe's eardrums. Using her arms, she pulled her thighs way back, stretching her cuntlips to their utmost, stretching her simmering pussy even wider against his grinding pelvis. She writhed her undulating hips under him in a mad, uncontrolled dance of ecstatic passion, screaming out her climax.

Joe felt the burning, slopping juices of her climax flood her cunt as they poured around his cock. Aphrodite tightened her pussy around his hard meat, and with all the power in her body squashed him as her snatch spasmed, tightening around the pole of his prong. The pressure building in Joe's heavy balls finally became too much, and with a series of fast, short strokes, he urged the hot load to begin its journey.

Hot, sticky spurts of jism flooded her cunt, exploding from his cock into her hungry pussy in a never-ending torrent.

"Again," Joe whispered, still punching his cock into her.

"No," she told him. "I have something special for you."

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked, feeling his cock once again stiffen as his eyes ran up and down her fantastic body.

"I have lots of friends, all my age. None of them are built quite as good as I am, but they still have nice tits. And they all have hot cunts. None of them are virgins. No, wait… one of them is. But we'll get to her later. Anyway, these girls, like me, have been dying to be fucked by a real man. They're sick and tired of those high school guys. They want some real meat. The question is, how many girls d'you think you can handle?"

"How many have you got?" Joe laughed.

"Hey now, wait a minute," Aphrodite said to him. "I want more of that cock of yours. Just because I'm willing to share you with a few girl friends doesn't mean I get to lose out on more of the fun."

"Tell you what," Joe said to her. "You bring me a sample of some of those girl friends. If they're half as hot as you say, and I like 'em, I promise you, every morning, after my wife goes to work, you get the first fuck."

"I want more than that," Aphrodite said to him. "I mean, a guy as good as you are with his cock also knows how to use his tongue."

"Oh no!" Joe laughed. "You want to start gettin' fancy, huh. Look, kid. You want me to eat you out, you gotta suck me off, too. Dig?"

"Heck," she assured him. "It'd be a pleasure to wrap my lips around that cock of yours, assuming you suck as good as you fuck."

"Don't worry about me, chickie. You show me those dolls and I'll show you the balling of your life until it's time for you and the others to go back to school."

"You do that, and I'll bring you an extra-special treat. I'll dig up a virgin for you who I know for a fact is dying to be forced into fucking. She seems like a pure, innocent, sweet little doll. She has to keep that image, even to herself, but she'd give anything for someone to rape her. Like me, she takes the Pill. All the girls do. No one wants to risk getting knocked up today, not even those still supposedly pure."

"Enough talk, already. When do I get to see some of these little foxes?"

"I have to finish delivering my papers," she explained. "Then I can go home and call around. I know of a couple of sisters who'd be more than happy to meet you. Think you can handle two at once?"

"There's only one way to find out," he smirked.

"I'll have the girls stop by sometime this afternoon."

"Fine," Joe nodded. "If I don't answer the doorbell, tell 'em to walk right in."

"Will do," the blonde teenager nodded, getting up and quickly slipping into her shorts and halter. "And I'll be back tomorrow for more of that far-out cock, as well as some of your tongue."

"You deliver," Joe Barcone told her, "and I'll deliver."

"This looks like the start of one hell of a summer," she said as she walked out the door.

Joe Barcone had never realized it before, but what he really dug was young female meat. He was past thirty, himself. Once, in his teens, he'd had a lust for older women, but as he went through his twenties he began choosing women nearer his own age. And now, right after his thirtieth birthday, he realized he wanted same of that delicious young pussy.

Margaret was in her early twenties, and she had a real baby face. One of the reasons he had fucked into her in the first place was her girlish appearance, even in a nurse's uniform.

Man! That Aphrodite had really been something. She fucked like there was no tomorrow. But great as she was, she lacked Margaret's staying power. Margaret could have handled him for hours. He could see Aphrodite had been all pooped out when she'd left.

Well, what the hell! If she could keep her promise concerning her friends, maybe he'd finally have enough cunt to satisfy himself. It had never happened before, but there was always a first time.

He got dressed, went and had some lunch – a workout like the one he'd had with the teenage chick would make any man hungry – then went back to his desk to do some more work. He'd actually gotten quite a bit of work done before seeing the girl delivering her papers. He had been on a break when she had come to his door. That break had turned out to be the best break since meeting Margaret.

Returning to his work, Joe Barcone finished a set of plans and rolled them up, putting them away. Lord, but he was tired. He would rest for a while, then go take a shower.

He drifted off into a light sleep, the idea of fucking young, innocent things still on his semiconscious mind. It soon embedded itself into his subconscious, and he began dreaming about young pussy. Only in his dream, the young cunt weren't merely girls, but nymphlike fairies. They even had transparent wings growing out of their backs. There was a whole batch of them, but only two seemed clear. Neither had faces he'd ever seen, but one had black hair while the other had brown hair. The other nymphs were almost bodiless entities, though he could feel their presence, as well.

He was in a small cave with them. Running water trickled off to one side, and he could see their ripe, luscious young bodies dancing around him.

They were naked, all of them, though he could only see the two, clearly. Both had a perfect set of tits, small, but wonderfully contoured like the budding breasts of girls in their early teens. They had bright, pink, rubbery little nipples surrounded by equally pink areolas. Their little waists were so narrow he could easily fit his two hands around each one. And each of them had wide hips.