Richard Sharon - Diary of a Lover

It was working; she was thrusting her tongue far into my mouth, and I could feel her belly responding to the pressure of my leg, breathing in to meet it, and out when it went away. Carefully, I applied still more pressure against her, bumping her hard enough to move her body just a little, and, wonder of wonders, she started to pump herself slowly against "the pressure of my leg. I don't know if she was even aware of it. My hands on her back pushed in such a way as to encourage her to pump against me harder, and she did. I made her feel better and better, until she was sliding up and clown my leg and actually rolling her ass as she humped. I had succeeded in pushing Faye through into the never-never land of sensation, where thought is sublimated by feeling.

Now came the most dangerous part. Somehow I had to get my hand between her legs. I couldn't bring her any farther along until I could get her to the point where she was almost crazy with passion. I moved down my right hand to the left side of her ass and got a pleasant surprise. I couldn't feel it through my pants, but her humping had moved her skirt, a loose, pleated job, up around her thighs. I don't think Faye knew it, she was getting so hot, I don't think she knew much of anything. I turned up my palm and went over my own leg until I felt the bottom of her skirt. Every time she moved her ass up to hump, I would push her skirt bottom a little higher, being careful not to touch her leg. Finally, her crumpled skirt and slip were bunched up around my belly on the bottom, although the top of it was still covering her a'ss and the backs of her legs. I put my hand, palm up, on my side, and slid it over still more until it was on my own belly, palm up against her belly. I moved it slowly, putting no pressure on Faye, until I felt the elastic top of her panties hitting my index finger each time she slid forward on me. Then I put my left arm fully around her and held her tightly to me, kissing her as hard as I could. When she slid forward again, I slipped my hand under the elastic and ran it onto her clit. Gone were the days of searching, lost in folds of vaginal skin. By now it was almost instinct that brought me to the right spot,

"No!" she said with alarm, as I began to rub her clit. I caressed her back to reassure her. "Don't!" she said more weakly.

But my finger kept at her nerve buds, sapping her will and enveloping her in pleasure. "Please," she moaned… Then, "Oh," as I kept up the friction on her.

"Oh," again. And she took her arms from around my back and encircled my neck. She stopped kissing me and moved her face tightly into mine.

She began moving faster, and I let my finger go into the mouth of her cunt, which was very wet, to get lubricated, and then moved it up again onto her clit, to get that soft, slipper-sliding motion mat girls love so well.

When she began to moan in tune with her pumping I knew she was too far gone to put up a fight, and I wanted to suck her.

Using my left hand, I swiveled her until she was lying with her back against the back of the seat, so we were on our sides and my leg was free. I rotated my body until my face was on her belly, and I was kneeling on the floor of the car. Again, with one quick motion and before she knew what I was going to do, I rolled her pants down around her knees and put my head between her legs, getting my tongue onto her clit right away.

"What are you doing?" she moaned, "Oh, no, please, don't, don't, "

And then my tongue began loving in the silky, warm wetness of her. When I had her humping against my mouth again I knew I was home free. I got her panties the rest of the way off and spread her legs wider.

By now she was wild, with her hands rubbing my head, pushing into her. I unzipped my pants with one hand and freed my cock, which sprang out gratefully. Moving myself a little, I took her left hand and put it around my shaft. I'm sure Faye had never felt a man's cock before, but she started stroking it the second I put her hand on it.

By this tune her whole cunt was a wet mess, and my tongue had put her far past the point of no return. I shifted around again, lying next to her on the seat, kissing her and rubbing my rod between her legs. I had to reach down and put her top leg over my ass so that they would spread enough to let me get it into her.

But now my troubles started. I massaged her breasts through her sweater. She was moaning and panting so hard, and I didn't know if it was from the head of my cock rubbing against her slippery clit or from the new sensation in her breasts. I pushed her sweater up to her armpits, only to discover that she had on a full slip, and I knew there was no way I was going to get it off without possibly ruining the whole thing. I reached over the top of her slip and put my hand inside her bra, rolling her swollen nipples between my fingers. But the position was uncomfortable for my hand, and it didn't seem to be doing as much for her as I had hoped it would. The last thing I wanted was for her to cool off on me. I forgot her tits and reached down, grabbing my cock to insert into her. I found her cunt and began to push it in, but was met with tough resistance. Faye was, for sure, a virgin. As I pushed, trying to be gentle, the rhythm of her pelvic thrusts changed, and her face became contorted in pain.

"Oh, no," she cried. "Please, "

Worse still, I could feel her starting to dry up. I was about to blow the whole thing unless I did something fast, so I shifted around quickly and got my tongue onto her clit again. In a minute she was wet and thrusting hard into my face, faster and faster. She started chanting "oh-oh-oh" in a regular rhythm. I slid my finger into her cunt, and could feel her membrane on the side. The toughness and resiliency of it surprised me. I licked faster and harder against her.

Suddenly she stopped pumping. "Something's wrong!" she cried. "Something's happening! I feel… "

I kept licking at her, rolling my tongue around her bud to get her going again.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" she screamed, and tried to pull back my head. But I kept at her until I pushed her over the edge. She started pumping into me at a furious pace. Her legs began their involuntary opening-and-closing motion around my face, and in another second she was going off as I pushed down hard on her belly to increase the intensity of her orgasm. Her head rolled from side to side and her arms flailed, knocking against the steering wheel and beeping the horn.

She collapsed in a relaxed heap back down onto the seat. I ran my ringers through her soft, black pubic hair and kissed her belly, which was moistened with tiny beads of perspiration. When I moved back up on the seat to kiss her, she had one arm thrown over her face, and she was sobbing softly.

I'd been at her for almost two hours, with a gut-busting hard-on. My cock and balls ached to be relieved, but I tried to ignore it. "Sit up," I told her, "so I can lie down. Then you can lie on me and rest."

Dumbly, Faye did as she was told, leaning on me heavily and shedding her tears all over the shoulder of my shirt.

"Do you hate me?" I asked.

"Yes," she sobbed, then for emphasis added, "you bastard."

"For what? What did I do to you besides give you pleasure?"

"Y-you know what you did to me." Her voice was broken as she tried to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything to you, except give you the very first orgasm you've ever had. You didn't even know what was happening, did you?" She didn't answer. I don't think she even knew what an orgasm was, until she had one. "It was the best, nicest, most wonderful feeling you've ever had," I continued, "and here you hate me for giving it to you. You're still a virgin. I didn't put it into you. I didn't even satisfy myself, it was all for you."

"You tried, you tried to put it in," she said.