Frank Seymour: Sensual Family Nights

The boy felt his heart pounding, blowing up inside his chest until his body was no longer big enough to keep all of it inside. His ribs ached with the power of his fucking, the blood rushing into that powerful pounding engine that was working at the end of his balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!"

His cock was too big for the rest of his body-it was bigger than the biggest cock he had ever seen, on the older boys naked in the swimming pool at the Y and in the high school locker room. It seemed impossible that all of that wonderful hot burning meat was part of him, was working to the rhythm of his hips. Some of those older guys liked to show off their hard cocks, proud Of what they could throw against a cunt-but right now Darryl knew that his prick was more than a match for the biggest of them. His cock would make any of them jealous as it reached now from his groin all the way through the girl's body to batter at her throat.

Janet sobbed. "Help me! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She felt his cum exploding into her, filling her with the wonderful juice of life-and now her body responded in turn, began to return measure for measure, juice for juice, the two life forces slamming against each other, filling the passage of her cunt and the shape of her womb until the liquids spilled over, spilled around the shape of the pulsating cock, and ran out across their joined groins. Her cum wet his balls as his juice wet her thighs, the two of them soaked with each other.

"What's happening?" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God! What a wonderful feeling! I'm in heaven! Fuck me, Darryl! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Christ! Oh, Christ!" He couldn't spare breath for the words but his lips shaped them anyway, hoarse grunts of pleasure, of triumph over her body.

They drove together one final time, the boy's cock pressed all of the way within the girl's cunt, the weight of his ass holding him within her, as the muscles of her passage rippled against him, draining him of the last droplets, moving the last of her cum by the shape of his cock. Her tits were crushed flat by the weight of his chest, the boy's chin digging against her throat as his ass trembled uncontrollably, the head of his cock pulsing even though there was no more to come from his balls. One final time they worked against each other.

And then they collapsed, drained, finished.

For several minutes Darryl lay, on top of Janet, each of them too weak to move, too drained of strength to separate. The boy's arms reached lifelessly along her body as Janet trailed her finger through the sweat on his back, then let her hands drop.

She moaned, and Darryl shifted his weight, moving his chest to her side. For several minutes his terrible erection remained stiff within the passage of her cunt, but the blood at last began to recede from his cock, the ramrod easing. He was still hard, although spongy now, his cock hurting terribly even though the most wonderful warm feeling filled his balls and his body.

The walls of Janet's cunt squeezed tighter as his shaft softened, creating a new pain for the boy's cock. With the detumescence came a shortening of his erection-length, the cockhead at last retreating from its farthest penetration. He softened further, and soon his meat was sliding across the juices that coated the walls of her cunt, lubricating his exit. His cock slipped out between her legs, the head touching two or three stalks of grass. The touch hurt sharply, and he shivered, rolling off her to lay on his back beside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She brought her arm down to touch him, found his hand and clasped it tightly. Their bodies moved closer together, touching along their entire length as they felt each other's heat, each other's sweat. She sighed again, and brushed her hair from her eyes with her hand, turning to look at him.

"We shouldn't have done it."

"Didn't you like it?"

He raised up on his elbow to look into her eyes. His hand moved to cup her tit, the girl writhing beneath his touch.

But she made no effort to push him away.

"Wasn't it good for you?" he insisted.

"… yes."

She had paused before answering, and the word was barely a whisper; but Darryl heard. He bent now to kiss her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He knew that she didn't regret his having forced her. His soft cock still ached where it pressed against her thigh, and he lay back, aware for the first time that his shorts were completely tangled about his ankles. He brought his knees up to his belly, reached to slip the shorts off, and kicked them aside. He kicked off his sneakers as well and lay back, now as naked as the girl.

Janet rested her head against Darryl's arm, looking down the length of his body. She saw the soft shape of his cock resting across the hair nest of his balls. She stared at his meat, trying to reconcile the softness with the feeling of the iron ramrod that had torn her maidenhead, filling completely the channel of her cunt. It did not seem possible that the two organs were one and the same!

Suddenly she was aware of their nakedness. "Somebody will see us!"

"Who? Ma's at one of her meetings, and no one's home in your house-I saw Liz go out with her swimsuit. We're as safe as though we were lost in the woods. Old lady Willoughby's as deaf as a post, and she certainly can't see through that big, old weeping willow. And on the other side, the Hansons have gone to Disney World for their vacation. So who's to see?"

He caught the girl into his arms, and kissed her full on the lips. After a minute Janet responded, turning until they were facing each other, their bodies pressed together along their entire length. She felt the boy's sharp toenails against her feet, the shape of his erected nipples pressing into the flesh of her tits and between her legs, the stiff-hot, soft mass of his cock and his balls, his pubic hair rough against the smoothness of her thigh.

She sighed, and reached down to adjust his cock until it was between her legs, then moved her hand around his back. His softness lay across the slit of her cunt, but it was not growing hard again. It was a good feeling, just to be laying together and feeling the shape of each other against their nakedness.

They were silent for several minutes, Darryl's hand moving across her back to feel out the tiny curve, and find the shape of her ass. His touch was feather-light, and made her tingle.

"You really never did it before?" he asked.

"Couldn't you tell? You got my cherry!"

He giggled. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? But haven't you fooled around at all?"

"Oh, maybe… a little. But I never went all of the way before."

"Was it worth it?"

"Do you think it was?"

"Yeah!" he said, happily. "It sure was!"

"Did you?"

"Huh?"

"… ever do it before?" she completed.

He was silent a minute before answering, then, "No. Oh, I looked up a girl's legs a time or two, pulled down some panties-but I never dared go all the way."

"I'm glad," she said, sighing, and snuggling against him. "I'm glad you waited for me-that it was the first time for both of us."

Her hand squeezed the muscles of his back, moved along his side to cup the shape of his ass, and then dropped into his crotch to touch his cock. She stroked the soft tube with one finger, feeling the heat that was still in it, then pulled away from him to watch her hand take him in. She squeezed him, and a drip of fluid oozed from the hole in the cockhead to brush against the heel of her hand. She touched it with a finger of her other hand, spreading the fluid over the glands.

"Does it feel good?"

He winced. "It hurts!" She squeezed him again, and he reached down to save his cock. "Don't!"

Janet released his cock and lifted the shape of his balls. She hefted the eggs one at a time, balancing them in the palm of her hand.