John Douglas - Wild cherry

"Just like on a desert island," I said, watching her put the bag on the couch and move toward me, her hips swaying. With slow, deliberate motions she began unbuttoning the thin blouse, unveiling the deep cleft between her thrusting young breasts and pulling the cloth aside to expose the high firm mounds with their succulent tips already tilted in the quivering strutting of passion.

I slid one arm about her slender waist and pulled her to me, palming one of those resilient breasts as my mouth closed over hers, drawing her tongue between my teeth and teasing it with my own.

Her hips ground their way forward to find the hardness of my cock, pressing it as if measuring its prodigious length with the insistent grinding of her yielding belly. Her hands moved up and down my arms, unable to find a resting place in her excitement.

My arm adjusted its position at her waist, permitting my hand to work the skirt up over the lush swell of her buttocks, baring her quivering ass to my caress. My palm moved over the velvet skin, grateful for the absence of panties, squeezing and fondling the firm globes and dipping my fingertips into the warm, slightly moist crease, edging downward until I found the taut stretch of her perineum.

Bending over her placed me in an awkward position and she realized it. Her hands pushed gently at my shoulders.

"Why don't we get on the bed?" she asked breathlessly. "Or the floor? And get out pf these damn clothes!"

Releasing my hold on her pliant body, I led the way into my bedroom, already loosening my shirt and unbuckling my belt. She took one look at the huge water bed and gave a little cry of surprised delight.

"I've always wanted to try one of these! But I never thought I'd make it the first time on one!"

She slipped out of the blouse and the tits jiggled as she forced the skirt down over the boyish hips and stepped free, standing naked and lovely for my eager inspection. Lust poured through my veins and shoved my cock against my trousers with a visible throbbing. Her eyes stared hungrily.

"Hurry, man! I want to see that fuckpole!"

Like Kitty, the girl was a delightful paradox. Although virginal, her vocabulary and responses were those of a seasoned swinger. But I was too damn hot to give it much thought.

I made sure, everything else was off before I slid trousers and shorts down and let my nine-inch prong smack up against my belly before settling down to a forty-five degree angle that pointed its slitted head straight at her tight-nippled breasts.

Before she could react to the sight, I took the single step and pulled her against me, shoving my prick into the yielding warmth of her belly, letting the physical contact add to the visual excitement until she was squirming with desire.

Together we sank into the undulating embrace of the waterbed, our bodies moving and sliding as the liquid shifted beneath us. I found the stiffened nipple of a dusky breast and fastened my lips about it, rolling its spongy tip with my tongue and sucking with long tugs that made her groan with pleasure.

Unable to reach my body, she dragged one of my hands up to her mouth and began kissing it, running her tongue between the fingers in wet, sensuous thrustings.

I raised my head to examine the tit I was sucking. The nipple was wet with my saliva, sticking up like a small brown finger from the dotted circle of her areole, swollen with excitement and anticipation.

I shifted my attention to the inward slope of her diaphragm, kissing the velvet smoothness with parted lips and darting my tongue against it until I reached the delightful indentation of her belly button. There I fastened my mouth about its small circumference and bored into it with a series of stabbing licks that made her ass bounce and wiggle with heightened passion.

She knew where I was headed and her slender legs parted in welcome, her hips lifting to offer the plump-lipped mound of her young cunt for my approval. My lips brushed the upper edge of her dark triangle and I caught a single curly hair between my teeth, tugging gently, but enough to cause her ass to jerk in involuntary response.

The sweet, heady scent of her sex filled my nostrils, its fragrance laced with the musk of desire, and I could see the glistening dew of her arousal on the dark red folds of its unexplored center.

"Turn around, baby!" Her voice was choked with emotion. "Turn around so I can reach you! God! What a man!"

The bed tossed like a stormy ocean as I turned about with my feet toward Mary Lou's head and I felt her fingers seize my cock, wrapping their warmth about its thickness and beginning a slow frigging motion that made me gasp with delight.

Her other hand gripped my hip, pulling me closer, and her moist lips began kissing my thigh, the tongue licking across the skin as she moved upward to where my heavy balls waited, eager to feel the caress of her mouth on their loaded spheres.

I duplicated her actions by licking the soft sweetness of her inner thighs, my chin teasing the curly hairs of her cunt as I neared the narrow cleft. Then, with a muffled groan, I surrendered to the impelling hunger.

My mouth pressed between the sloping outer lips and circled about the smaller opening, adding my saliva to her juices and tasting the youthful passion that bubbled from her aroused vagina. My tongue snaked through the resilient folds and into the hot entrance, broadening to provide the full effect of the penetration on the concentrated nerve endings which clustered just inside the delicious gateway.

She gave a hoarse cry and her thighs quivered, the muscles flexing as I eased my tongue in and out of her pussy, giving her a miniature sample of what my engorged cock would do when I forced its thick shaft into the narrow channel.

I felt her fingers bend my tool, altering its angle so she could slide her wet lips over the swollen head. Her teeth scraped gently past the flared rim and her tongue swirled in an oral caress that sent thrills zig-zagging through my belly like little bolts of ecstatic lightning.

Then she began sucking and the first pull brought a spurt of seminal fluid bolting through the length of my cock. She moaned again as her tongue spread the slippery mixture over my glans, bathing me in its heat and the skillful pressure of that knowing muscle.

I was eating her. Licking through the pliant folds of her pussy, I backtracked until my tongue found the thrusting bud of her lust-swollen clitoris. Her ass jerked when I flicked across its nerve-laden tip. Then, when I gripped it between lips and teeth and began polishing it with rhythmic suction, her hips danced in helpless delight, shoving the slippery folds of her inner labia against my nose.

Her lips were sliding up and down on my prick, taking the massive organ far back inside her mouth and letting the head rub against the soft wet heat of her throat. I expected her to gag, but she had already learned that trick of relaxing the muscles, and she managed to accept almost the full length. My balls swung against her forehead and her eyes as I hunched my cock in and out, fucking the delightful grip while I worked my tongue into her spasming cuntal lips and waggled the tip against her vaginal walls.

It was Mary Lou who dragged herself back from the brink of total surrender to cry, "Fuck me, Steve! Oh God! Please! I want this big cock in my pussy!"

The words were punctuated by a rain of wet kisses on the sensitive head and a licking of that delicate area that made me try to cram it back inside her mouth. It was only with a supreme effort that I managed to give her cunt one last lick and twisted my body about until I was on my knees between her upraised knees, feeling her fingers guide the head of my prick into the slippery furrow and fit the tip between the slimy folds I had tongued into shivering readiness.