Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

"Why don't you guys get out, and shut the door behind you?" Charlie spoke up, his voice stronger than before. A very good sign, Melinda thought. "We'd like a little privacy."

"Oh, hell, Charlie," one of them argued. "Can't we at least watch? I've never seen anybody lose a cherry before."

"Beat it!" he said. "If you want, to watch, go to the all night dirty movies. I'm not gonna tell you again." And something hi his voice seemed to suggest that he was quite serious. I'm turning him into a man, Melinda thought. He doesn't sound squeaky and boyish any more. So much the better for Charlie, so much the better fin me.

"Yes," she said, "we'd like to be alone." And with that she threw herself down upon Charlie, squirming, kissing his red face, oozing her tits and belly against his body until he began to thrust and buck within her almost automatically.

"Oh, the hell with it," one of the boys said. "Let's give old hand job Charlie his big break. He'll probably never score again anyway."

"Yeah. I wonder how much he's paying her. She looks like a hooker. I guess that's all he can get."

The door went shut and, a few moments later, she heard them going out the front door. Charlie's tongue was in her mouth and she was busy sucking it, but she let go and looked at him. "Don't worry about your friends," she said. "They're jealous."

He nodded, face beaming with newfound assurance. "They're not even my friends," he said. "Just my roommates. And I don't give a fuck what they think."

"Prove it, big stuff," she taunted, wiggling her bottom.

He took the hint and thrust up, cock frisky in her gate. Melinda sighed with pleasure and she reared back, back, until she was sinking onto the mattress and Charlie was lifting with her.

Now she was stretched flat out, and it was Charlie who reared up, straight-wined, but his cock was still in her and Melinda could look down her belly, sighting between the jelly-jiggly mounds of her tits and see his groin plumb against hers, the very root of his dong visible where it entered her cunt.

"I was getting tired of being on top," she smiled. "I'm not really a dominant woman. I like a man who'll put the blocks to me, show me that he's all man. Can you do that, Charlie sweet? Can you?"

"Try me," he sneered, full of newly-gained macho and so delightful to watch. Melinda lifted her legs and he caught them at the ankles, as he began to fuck in and out.

"Ohhhh," she cried, and one of her hands went down to rub her clit while the dick continued to move in her. The combination of hard-fucking and vigorous frigging sent shudders of hot cuntiness through Melinda and she writhed to meet him, her legs stretching and stretching and stretching, till she thought her toes must soon rub the ceiling.

"Wow," he gloated, "I've seen it in a lot of movies, Melinda, but it feels a million times better than it looks."

"Mmmm-mmmmm," she nodded, and even as she spoke she felt herself climbing, sooo high.

Her breath came harder and harder, and her tits ached. God, how long had they been fucking? Maybe fifteen minutes. And that didn't count the juicy little be-brave suck off she'd given him, when his resolve had failed at the moment for penetration. A long time. A sweet long time. Oh, someday this Charlie the young man would be a dynamite cocksman, and he'd have Melinda Stillman to think for it. Weil, he was pretty fucking good right now, and she kept on climbing, till the pound scorned to drop away beneath her feet and oh, God, instead of climbing she was falling, into an absolutely bottomless pit of sensation and stimulation and dripping, cunt-shivering excitement.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh… chaaarrrrrlllliiiieeee!!!" Her clit exploded beneath her thumb and her pussy was a million separate strands of raw flesh whipping and whipping around his cock. Melinda's head tossed from side to side, hair flying back and forth in her face, and her tits bounced, and so did her ass, up and down, into him, away from him, into him again, but this time as if she meant to eat his cock with her contracting, rippling pussy.

"Come with me," she begged shrilly. "Come with me, Charlie! Oh, Jesus, feel me coming? Oooohhh, I'm so wet, so hot, so Goddamned wet and hot… my cunt wants you, Charlie… put out my fires with your juicy cum… squirt, Charlie, squirttttt!!"

He had her by the legs, and it felt as if he were breaking them off when he rammed it up her. There was no stopping Charlie, not then. His cock swelled in her cunt, swelled till it felt as if he were ripping her apart, and for the my time in the boy's life he shot his seed up the snatch of a willing, horny woman.

His eruption was shattering. "I… I… I'm coooommmminnggg!!!" he moaned, as if she needed to be told. She could fucking feel it, each separate bloat erupting into her guts, coating the walls of ha pussy sheath with his hot, thick, sticky baby-making fluid. Oh, it was good stuff! She knew – she'd tasted it already, scooped it up with her tongue, shoveled it down her throat as the tingly flavor held strongly on the tip of her frisky pink tongue. But now it was blasting up her pussy, and that was good too, so good, so gooooodddd…

He jerked out of her, still squirting, and she felt hot cum splattering her belly. Oh, Christ, the way he looked now, his cock slick and greasy-white with jism, as if he'd just fucked a jar of cold cream. But it wasn't cold cream. She could feel it on her skin, leaking in a river from her tingly cunt. Mmmmm, it was hot stuff, blistering hot, soul sucking hot!

Melinda fought her legs from his hands. She rocked on the bed while he watched, astonished, and she grabbed him in one fist. God, the stickiness on her fingers, in her palm! She had to taste it again, to remember exactly how sweet this young-boy cream was.

"Aaaahhh!" he yelped. "Suck me, suck me, ooohhh, I'm still coming! Suck it all out of me!"

She was! His cock was in her mouth and that viscous jism kept on flowing, as if her body had without warning caused his own ducts to burst open. She felt as if she were sucking the very life from Charlie, but suck she did, her mouth a hot vacuum on his dick.

And she had a finger in heron pussy, the long nail scraping the delicate flesh. But she didn't care. Her finger in her twat, her thumb on her clit banging away, banging.

Oh, God, she must have come a dozen a times in machine-gun succession, tremor after tremor fluttering through her pussy, until her body a creamed for release from that inexorable cycle of pleasures. Charlie? How many times did he come? He'd filled her pussy – her finger puddled in the stuff, so thick and abundant inside – and by the time his cock went soft in her mouth, she was full there, a well. Cream coated her lips, dripped from her chin, and her tongue was oily with it. But ahhhh, she thought, it was worth it all!

They left the bed to piss a short while later, and he found a new kind of thrill when Melinda held his cock while he poured his urine into the toilet bowl. She made his dick jiggle about, so that he pissed quietly, on the john's inner wall, and then noisily, right into the bowl of water, and both of them were laughing like children. Even when she misjudged her aim and he pissed on his own toes.

"I have a solution for that," Melinda giggled. She dropped to the floor, lifted his foot, and licked him dry with her tongue. God, she thought, I've never done anything like that before. Not even with Neil. What's next? Letting him in my mouth? Somehow the idea titillated her. She pictured the yellow-brown stream that had issued from his cock, remembered the salty, curiously enticing taste of it on his toes, and found the idea not at all repugnant. Yesterday it would have been, but this was.

And then she sat on the toilet, very demurely, and emptied her own bladder. But it ceased being demure when Charlie put his right across the slice of her pussy and let her flow across him. He rubbed her while she urinated, too, and Melinda felt hot urges beginning to boil in her fucked-out cunt. "Don't," she said. "I'm not in shape to do it again, and you're making me too Goddamned horny!"