Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

She tossed and writhed, undulating against his stiff shaft, feeling her pussy contract around the base of his cock. Their breathing was erratic, and the water churned about them.

"Not long, not long… grind your ass, Wendy!"

She bounced on his cock, loving the savage prodding he was giving her. The angles of his entrance and withdrawal were forever shifting, giving her new and exciting thrills with each plunge as he explored every part of her pussy.

"Fuck me!" she panted, digging her heels into his ass, holding her upper body away from him, so that he could stick his cock more directly into her cunt.

"There, there, there, there, there!" The climax hit her, corkscrewing its way through her, the sheer strength of it causing her to claw his shoulders.

He unloaded his wad moments later, the hot sperm being trapped by the water-tight seal of their screwing.

He sucked air into his lungs.

"You are the greatest Goddamn fuck in the world."

"It's nice to be appreciated," she said.

For a young stud, he wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

Wendy wondered if she could be falling for him.

Just the aftermath of a good hard fucking. That's all.

"How about tonight? Will you go out with me tonight? We'll rent us a motel room, and try a few other things."

She nodded her agreement.

"Sounds great to me. But we'd better get dressed. I think we just gave the neighbors a good show. If I'm not mistaken, I saw a curtain move up there at the Hamiltons'."

"So they got a little X-rated entertainment."

"And if my father comes over here and finds us like this, 'X' will mark the spot all right. Where they buried you."

They dressed, and walked back over to Wendy's house.

"Don't forget tonight. I've got a few surprises for you."

"I'll bet you do," said Wendy. "I'll just bet you do."

Ron picked her up at seven-thirty and they drove away in his sporty blue Pontiac convertible. The wind toyed with her hair, giving her a wanton look, as though she had been tumbling in bed with someone.

"It's nothing fancy, but it's clean."

"Does it have a bed?" queried Wendy.

"Of course."

"Then what more do we need?"

"Bluntly put," he said. "But accurate."

She stifled an urge to reach across and take his prick out of his trousers and beat his meat while he drove. She would save it all for later.

Later wasn't long in coming.

Ron pulled into a motel parking space and turned off the ignition. It looked very, very private.

Just the place to get fucked.

They got out and found their room. Ron fumbled with the key, then opened the door. The light was a bit garish, and the bedroom furniture was in stark shadows. Dresser, chest, nightstand, and a huge bed, big enough for an orgy, thought Wendy.

Wendy exhaled her pent-up breath and stepped through the door. Ron closed it securely behind him.

"Well, here we are. Just the, uh, two of us."

Wendy arched her eyebrows. His voice had caught on that phrase. Why did he do that?

He smiled at her, a sickly sort of grin, rather sheepish.

Damn, he was making Wendy nervous.

"Well, darling. You promised forbidden delights and some surprises. I'm ready to see what the evening holds in store."

Ron licked his lips.

"Suppose we begin with a little striptease. Do you think you could get in the mood that way?"

"Ron, I'm in the mood anytime I'm with you. But you seem a little nervous. Maybe it'll help relax you."

She motioned him to sit on the bed, and then stepped away from him.

She licked her lips so that they glistened wetly, sensuously, and then tousled her hair.

Ron watched her intently. She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it over her luscious arms. Then she reached around her to undo her bra, clutching it to her when the clasp released the heavy load of her tits. She dipped her shoulders forward, letting the straps fall over them, then removed first one arm and the other, still holding her breasts trapped in the cups of her bra.

"This what you had in mind?" she said teasingly.

"Yes," he said hoarsely. His pants pushed out at her, as though his cock had noticed her with the same intentness that Ron's eyes held for her.

Pressing her forearm across her bosom to keep her tits hidden, she unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, letting it tumble down to the floor, to circle her ankles. She stepped out of it, then with twin flips of her feet, tossed her shoes aside. She had on only her silken panties and the loosened bra.

"Can you see my cunt hairs, darling?"

His gaze was on the dark triangle behind the silken panties. He licked his lips and dropped his hand in his lap, where his prick strained against the confining fabric of his trousers.

"Yes," he panted.

"Then you're looking at the wrong place."

She had slung aside her bra with one swift motion. He moaned at the sight of hertits standing high and firm, the stiff-pointed nipples stabbing accusingly at him.

"You're beautiful."

"Do you want me?"

"More than ever."

"How will you fuck me?"

"Hard. I'll fuck your cunt with all my might," he promised.

He took his prick out of his pants and began to stroke it.

"Will you eat me?" she breathed, her voice so low that he strained to hear it.

She turned her back on him. He stared at the ripeness of her quivering buttocks as she worked her ass in a slow circle. He could see the hint of her ass crack peeking from above her bikini panties.

"I didn't hear you, darling. Will you eat me, if I want you to?"

"Yes," he said chest heaving. He tugged off his shirt.

"Do I have a pretty ass?" She placed her hands on her asscheeks and massaged them.

"Exquisite."

"Will you fuck my ass if I want you to?"

"Yes. Yes, I'll do anything you want. Only hurry please, I'm hurting. My cock wants you!"

She slipped her hands between the elastic waistband and her hips. Then she arched her wrists and peeled her panties down over the succulent curves of her buttocks, letting them fall in a pile of wrinkled silk at her bare feet.

Then she bent over, and he could see her asscheeks point at the ceiling, and her cuntmouth snapping between her thighs. It gleamed wetly at him. He had never seen pussy from this angle before.

Through her legs he could see her face, her hair touching the floor.

"Can you see my pussy? Maybe it's not open wide enough?"

She reached through her spread legs, muscles tight at the back of her thighs. He had a muscle that was tight too, and it was beginning to throb and ache.

Her fingers found her tantalizing twat and pushed apart the swollen cuntlips. He could see the sprout of her clit craning outward, and the slick puff of her inner cuntlips.

"Jesus!" he moaned.

"Yes," she moaned. "Pray. Get on your knees, and come to me. Pray between my legs."

Ron sunk to his knees and waddled over to her, he reached up to caress her clit, to hold the sacred flesh of her ass, to lick the crack of her butt.

Her juices welled out of her juicy slit, and he tongued them from the gushing gash. Wendy moaned, as Ron was mouth fucking with his tongue, licking the tangy fluid as quickly as it gathered on the succulent lips of her pussy.

"Eat my pussy, darling. Is your prick hard?"

"God, yes," he answered. The answer was appropriate. She was like a Goddess, a fuck Goddess, and he was worshiping at her twat.

"Then fuck me. Fuck me from the rear! Stick your hard cock up in me!"

He rose to his feet and quickly stripped his clothes off. Wendy rested with her hands on her knees, her ass still pointed back toward him, her cunt still flowing in anticipation.

He touched his prick to the yawning hole, rubbed the head up and down her inviting crack. Wendy moved her ass as he did so, letting him anticipate what thrills she was going to give him when he poked himself balls-deep into her.