David Crane: The family maid

Duke started to reach for her hand, supposing that, as usual, he would have to pull her hand down to his dick before she agreed to fondle him.

But the girl surprised and delighted him this time. She reached down of her own accord and folded her hand around his thick root. His pecker, jumped like a bucking bronco. She began to stroke it up and down.

They sat flank to flank, kissing again; he was finger fucking her and she wad pulling his cock. They moved slowly, neither in any haste to terminate the scene by orgasm.

Her hand had become much more nimble and talented than when she had first started jerking Duke off. She massaged his rod, and on the upstroke her thumb swept across the surface of his meaty cockhead. That head flared like a hooded cobra, the cleft gaping open as if ready to spit venom..

Duke writhed in passion. His mind was as hot is his cock. She hadn't demanded his handkerchief! That was a good sign. The first few times she'd pulled him off, she had insisted that he get his hanky out first and shoot directly into it, so that none of his spunk got on her. Later, she was willing to wait and mop her hand and forearm-and his belly-after his juicy climax. But now she said nothing about a handkerchief at all, and it elevated his hopes that at last he might be putting his cum in a place where no post ejaculatory clean up was necessary-namely, her steamy, swampy, juicy pussy!

Her fist skimmed down to his hilt, the heel of her hand pressed to his spunk laden balls, then skimmed up and pulled at the slab of his crown. Her grip tightened. She skinned him back so that his peckerhead flared tautly out.

Duke pushed her down onto the couch.

She didn't struggle!

He hovered over her, his cock looming above her belly and his hand frantically shoving three fingers in and out of her gash while she continued to stroke his prick.

"Let me put it in," he rasped.

"No," she said.

"Just for a second?"

She shook her head.

"Well… let me rub the head against your cunt, then. Please? I won't put it in… just the tip."

"I don't trust you, Duke."

He grated his teeth with frustration.

She was looking up at him, looking almost frightened-not frightened of Duke, but of her own desires.

She said, "You can rub it on my belly."

Well, that was something.

She drew her hand away. Duke wrapped his own broad hand around his shaft and began rubbing the smoking knob against her belly and belly button. He rolled it from side to side, then humped, pushing the lower surface along her silken flesh. I He moved higher; he pulled her dress higher. She didn't stop him. He touched the tip of his cock to her stiff nipple, watching her face. Her face contorted with lust. Duke whined and moved his cock around on her tit, then in between, stroking up her snug cleavage.

He moved back down, hard dick running over the curve of her belly like a travois.

His cockhead rustled in her pubic thicket.

"Oh, Duke…" she sighed.

Duke was vibrating with the sensation. He lowered his haunches and his cock slid along her vulva like a lever over a fulcrum. The underside of his stalk was in her cunt! He could feel the wet lips of her cunt clutching at his shaft. He began to hump. His cock wasn't in her, but it was running up at right angles so that it passed through her slot and across her clit like a log floating back and forth in quicksand.

Dolly was staring down in fascination. She saw the bloated wedge of his cockhead come rising from her crotch, dipping down, rising again. It was coated with a film of cunt juice from its repeated passage through her gaping hole. Dolly saw his dick framed in the converging contours of her round tits and rising from her plump bushy cunt mound.

A heavy drop of preliminary spunk oozed from his cleft and ran sluggishly down the sloping side of the purple slab.

Dolly gasped with pure lust.

Duke could have fucked her then. The girl was so hot that she could have offered no resistance at all.

But Duke had gotten carried away. It felt so wonderful to run his big dick up and down her crack that he started to do it faster and faster, plowing up with his bloated balls squeezing into her crotch, then ducking down so that his smoking cockhead dipped into the shallows of her pussy.

Her cunt was flaming.

"Duke…" she gasped. She didn't know what she intended to say-maybe she was going to tell him that he could put it up her hole; maybe she was going to beg him to-but she said only, "Duke," repeating it. And he grunted, lost in what he was doing. He pushed his cock up and the knob slipped through her slot like a big spoon, stirring her carnal cauldron, ran across her burning love bud and slid up into her pubic wedge.

He growled with the surging sensation. And then, as his peckerhead ran onto her belly, he shot.

His quicksilver cum jetted from his knob and skimmed over her belly and sped all the way up to splash on the heaving mounds of her tits. A trickle ran into her cleavage. She had gone wild, thrashing and writhing with passion. Duke pulled his dick back into her crotch and pushed up again, and a second great geyser burst from his knob, angled upwards this time. The creamy wad flipped through the air, turning ponderously over, and fell back on her belly and tits in a thick cascade.. Creamy drops bounced from her belly and thick rivulets ran down her sides.

She tucked her loins in, shifting, as if she were trying to get her cunt sheathed over his dick before he finished shooting but, in his frenzy, Duke noted none of this. His peckerhead plowed through her slot and hosed her belly a third time.

Dolly was awash with cum.

She was panting and heaving and thrashing; her legs were wide open and her ass was humping up and down and her cunt was steaming. But Duke was finished. His balls had been emptied in those transverse spurts and, although the girl was coated with thick scum, not a drop had gotten into her cunt.

And Duke, grinning sheepishly, sat up.

He figured she would be annoyed that he had come all over her like that, for he knew her as a fastidious girl.

He averted his gaze, afraid to see the way she was glaring at him-which was why he didn't see the pleading look on her face as she dashed her randy crotch up and down.

Duke was fuck ing his spent cock back in his fly, concentrating on the act to avoid looking at her. Which was why he didn't see her sigh with frustration, or see her hand creep down across her cum coated belly and dip into her crotch. Her fingers strummed the taut bud of her clit once, twice, three times-it was enough. Her body was wracked by the spasms of orgasm as she rubbed herself off.

By the time Duke worked up the nerve to look at her, Dolly was no longer squirming with need.

He said, "Err… sorry I got you dirty."

"That's okay," she said, surprising him. Her whole nubile torso, from tit to crotch, glistened with a film of cum.

"Boy! It's a good thing I came as soon as I did. I almost slapped it to you, there."

"Yes," she said-in a small voice. "A good thing."

Duke felt great. This was the furthest she had ever let him go. His cock had not been in her cunt but it had been rubbing around the outside, and that was good progress. In another few weeks, he might get in her!

Dolly didn't feel so great. She wasn't sure if she was glad that she was still a virgin or not. She knew that she had certainly wanted him to fuck her, as she seethed with passion; now that she had cooled, she found it hard to believe how great her desire had been. But she did know that if she ever let Duke go that far again, she was not going to stop him-stop him, hell! She could grab him, by the balls and drag his prick up her cunt whether he liked it or not.

So either they would go back to handjobs while sitting up vertical, or she would lie down and get screwed, and that was that.