Jon Reskind: The dog-lover

He began to caress her lushly ripened breasts in earnest then, as his eager tongue probed in and out of her opened mouth. God, his gentle touch felt so good on her! She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the low-cut front of her dress to slide inside her bra. The contact of his hand on her naked flesh thrilled Rhonda beyond recall, and before she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and slip the garment down over her shoulders. His deft fingers found the catches on her bra, unsnapped them, and she felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect nipples as her firm white breasts were fully exposed to Bob's hungry gaze.

He began to stroke her naked young breasts gently with his palms, rolling his hands over her perfectly-formed voluptuous mounds before bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking the taut, dark-brown buds between the thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them into a quivering rigidity. Rhonda moaned with increasing fervor as Bob's caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat; little shivers of arousal began to course through her, and she had felt a warm wetness up between her legs speeding from her excitedly throbbing cunt.

Even when Bob's head dipped down and his wetly heated lips encircled one of her erect little nipples, tongue swirling round and round the goose-bumped areola, Rhonda didn't feel any panic. Even though this was the first time she had bared her breasts to a man, or had their nakedness kissed, the thought never entered her mind that what she was doing might lead to uncontrollable passion. The young girl was with the man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy, and very excited as his gently sucking mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, pliant breasts.

But then, suddenly, one of Bob's hands left her ripely quivering breasts and moved on down to stroke her thighs where the hem of her dress had slipped up. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of her inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the dress still higher until the tips of his searching fingers were resting on her warmly moistened cuntal mound and the white silk of her panties were glistening in the pale moonlight which shone in through the car's windshield. Only then did Rhonda feel the first stirrings of panic for Bob had groaned and clamped his lips hard around her rigid nipple while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of her naked young breasts. The squirming young redhead felt confused, uncertain; she wanted to be rid of his moist warm mouth on her bosom, his lusting touch on her bare flesh – and yet she didn't want to be free of it. For a moment, she was undecided, and that was time enough for Bob to bunch her dress at her waist and begin caressing the smooth, flat plane of her exposed belly.

His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her panties almost before Rhonda realized what was happening, and suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic mound, sliding her panties from under her nakedly quivering buttocks. The moist heat of his palm pressed against her hair-covered pussy mound, and rippling waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young girl's mind completely of the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated his outstretched middle finger into the soft, warm cuntal slit up between her thighs, parting her moistly sensitive cunt lips and probing at the thin hymeneal membrane which gave mute testimony to her unsullied reputation. Meanwhile he was using his thumb to tweak the sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble out of her throat. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling his head down harder against her breasts even as her voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, "No, no, no!" over and over.

A whispering, unmistakable sound had filled the car at that moment – the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Bob's hand left her breast momentarily. Her eyes fluttered open in alarm and, in the moonlight, she saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering in all its awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her lust so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her; the sight of his menacing blood-filled cock decided matters for the terrified young redhead. She had to stop him right now!

"No!" she cried, trying to twist away from him on the seat. "Bob, for God's sake, don't! Wait a couple more months and we'll be married!"

"Please, baby, please," he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stoking the full length of his thick monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts to free herself became more panicky. Her aroused young fiancee was too strong for her, however, and before she could escape she had been forced back and down across the car seat. It was then Rhonda felt the hot head of his lust thickened penis touch her thigh, and she jumped from the electric contact of pulsating hardness against her fevered skin. Groaning in his uncontrollable passion, Bob began forcing her now tightly closed legs apart, and the frantically squirming girl could feel his great pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge being driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log. As he rammed it repeatedly against her partially opened thighs.

And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Bob put both of his big hands on her nakedly quivering breasts, squeezing them painfully before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, God, baby… Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum, honey. I can't help it!"

She felt his hotly throbbing penis begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy – another, and another, a whole series of eruptions that flooded her cuntal area and thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Bob had been mewling and convulsively, twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out on his wildly ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her…

Well that had been the beginning, she thought, as she now lay on the squelching, gurgling water bed, staring the famous Senator from Minnesota in the eye on the television set. What would you think, dear Senator, she silently asked the gesticulating man on the screen, if you knew I was laying her on my bed ready to play with myself? The thought was lewd, indecent and just too enticing to resist! Would you like to watch me? she thought as she flipped over on her back and let her hands roam over the hillocks of her curvaceous and golden tan body, the sixty-odd year old face in front of her transforming into that of her twenty-five year old lover now back in the Senator's home state of Minnesota. With a twinge of delightful irony, Rhonda found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night with Bob. And oh, how varied and wonderful had their sex life become since that virginal night! If you only knew, Mamma…

Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of mindless excitement, the same attitude of not caring about the consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy – to the feel of Bob's warmly pulsing penis inside her cunt, to the touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in the growing passion on the bed, and her wetly aroused cunt began to secrete its liquid excitement, moistening her panties as it had that night in the car. There was a tender aching lip between her legs, and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming too strong!