Ginger Craft - Overripe

She looked at him. A warm tension of sexuality stirred the air between them. She could feel the heat creep through her veins into the dark pit of her quivering stomach, and her pussy swelled inside the lacy panties. The feel of her moisture there was good, wet and ready… always ready.

She smiled at him, invitingly, and ran her pink tongue over the slightly puffy lips, lips that glistened moistly. She arched her back deliberately, making her already firm, jutting breasts stab out even more against the thin sweater. His eyes burned at the twin points, and he licked his own lips in a nervous gesture.

"Well, honey… " she said throatily. "Here we are. All alone. No one but just you and I. I thought you wanted to make a pass at me. I thought you wanted me."

He took a stumbling step toward her.

Suddenly, Julie held her hand up, stopping him.

"Wait, darling," she said. "There's something I want to know first."

Mark froze, three feet away from Julie.

"What do you want to know?" he croaked, his hands half lifted and twitching spasmodically.

A wicked grin spread over her face. "I want to know how you see me in your mind when you jack off."

A flush came to his cheeks. "Aw, come on Julie… "

"No, Mark," she said, laughing softly. "I want to know. I really would like to know that. I think it's exciting for you to try and imagine me while you pull off."

"Aw, Julie… "

"Come on, now, Mark," she urged him softly. "Tell me."

She moved closer to him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Please, darling," she murmured. "I want to know all about that. Please, pretty please. Won't you tell me?" As if to encourage him, she took one of his trembling hands and placed it on her hip, letting it balance there.

"Aw, I can't tell you things like that, Julie."

Again she kissed his cheek, her warm breath sending shivers of pleasure through him. As she kissed him, she let the back of her hand brush over the front of his pants, pleased to feel the hard-on swelling there.

Standing close to Mark, Julie pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. She felt his hand on her hips trembling, and again she brushed at his prick. Finally she shoved her pelvis against him, and made tight rubbing motions on his cock, twisting from side to side.

"Do you see me naked?" she whispered huskily, wrapping her arms about his waist, shoving her lower body against his and leaning back. "Or do you pretend to remove my clothing piece by piece?"

"I… uh, you… you do it," he stammered.

"Oh, I undress for you, is that it?"

He nodded.

"I remove my blouse, expose my breasts?"

Again he nodded. He loved the way her lower body rubbed against his cock. He was so excited he was hardly aware that his two hands had slipped about her waist and down. He was now cupping the spongy cheeks of her ass, gripping tight, as if she would evaporate and he would be alone.

"Then what?" Julie whispered. "Do I take my skirt off? Or do I just lift it up and let you look? Oh, I know! I bet I hold my skirt up and pull my panties to one side, letting you see my pussy while you jerk that thing off!"

Mark was a bit tongue-tied; all he could do was nod and lick his dry lips.

Julie was tiring of the game. She wanted him to talk to her, tell how he saw her in his mind, the positions he placed her in, but the poor kid was too steamed up for that. The heat of her body swelled as she rubbed against his dick, her nipples rigid in desire. Mark, as though realizing where his hands were, slipped them back to her waist. Julie's legs trembled as a delicious sensation raced from her brain to her cunt, and she flexed the muscles of her ass, her pussy twitching. She looked deeply into his glazed eyes, and she writhed at his prick, a soft gurgling murmur coming from her throat.

"Don't be bashful now, Mark," she said in a low, soft voice. "Why don't you grab yourself a nice feel of something? Take hold of anything you see, what you've dreamed of holding. There isn't anyone here but you and me. Go on, darling… cop yourself a feel."

"Oh, Golly! Christ… Oh, shit!" Mark was far too excited to make any sense. "They're beautiful, Julie!" he said, gazing at the straining front of her blouse, pressing his cock hard against her lower body.

Then, roughly, his hands grabbed at her swelling breasts. He curled his fingers into the resilient flesh, squeezing and feeling almost brutally, with no gentleness or skill, just his overpowering enthusiasm. Julie growled hotly deep in her throat.

"You're not… not wearing a… a bra!" he gasped as his hands moved and probed her breasts.

"Of course not, honey!" Julie giggled softly as he pinched one elongated nipple. It wasn't a hard pinch, but firm. "Isn't that convenient for you?"

He dropped his right hand and shot it around her waist, sliding his palm from her back to her firm, swelling ass again. He cupped first one spongy cheek, then the other. He squeezed and fondled, felt and manipulated, pinching the curvy mounds as he had done so many times during his erotic jerk-off sessions. He wasn't able to really believe that at long last he actually had his hands on the very goodies he had longed for. During all those times jacking off, this is what he thought of most of all-getting his hands on her sweet, luscious body, to feel her up and play with her sugary breasts and oh, so lovely ass! Now that his dreams were a reality, his cock threatened to gush semen before he could do much of anything else; he was that excited.

He felt her warm breasts and ass with brutal enthusiasm, and with a great deal of inexperienced fumbling, causing Julie to whimper with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never been handled so roughly before. But she found, somehow, that it was exciting, and enjoyed his honest roughness.

She offered him her glistening half-parted mouth, and his own crushed down as if he were starved. His tongue slashed into her warm, receptive mouth, searching, exploring, tasting the sheer sweetness of her. Julie's tongue responded to his, plunging and darting and licking, tangling with his. His craving for her made the wild kisses the most violent she had ever shared. Julie's lips hurt as his mouth crushed them. As her tongue clashed with his, she slipped her right hand in between their squirming bodies, placing it against his swollen prick, bunching the material of his pants about the throbbing thing, her fingers tightening and relaxing. She felt of his cock with tight fingers, and with urgency.

As she fondled his swollen cock, his eager hands were still busy on her body. While they gripped at Julie's lush, perky ass, his fingers gathered the miniskirt, pulling it high, until it was wrinkled in his hand. Then he drew it to her waist, and his hands moved and touched her flimsy panties. He felt the warm hard-soft flesh of her ass-cheeks through the fragile nylon. Julie jerked at the touch of his hand, grinding her pelvis madly at his protruding prick while her hand continued to stroke it. It seemed to Mark that he could feel a definite imprint of her hard little nipples against his chest.

Julie, gasping with passion, stepped from him, her breasts heaving up and down. "Goodness, darling. You're sort of rough on a girl."

"Oh, God!" he moaned. "I can't help it, Julie… I want you!"

She took another step away, and her legs hit the edge of the long, deep-cushioned couch, causing her to tumble backward. She sprawled there, panties flashing provocatively at the shaking boy. He blinked his eyes, then threw himself atop her, pressing the very breath out of her lungs. His lips crashed down with cruel violence, his tongue thrashing into her moist mouth. They rolled and tossed there, arms holding one another in a tight embrace, both gripped in a wild, raging kiss of lust.