Ann Griffin - Skin summer

"She won't be back until this evening. She's at the pool and plans to stay there… until after supper."

He went on with what he had been doing, rolled her flimsy silks down her legs, baring her fur, which was also a golden blonde. His hands ranged over her thighs and hips, slid upward to her quivering boobs, then back to her thighs again, loving the smoothness of her girlish body.

She opened her legs to him without much prompting, sighed when he spread the lips of her vagina with his fingers. She leaned back against the couch, shivering as if it were cold in the room – when it was really quite warm.

He touched the inner wetness of her love box, slicking his fingers with her juices. He dipped further in, found that she was sloppy with her lubricants and as hot as he had ever seen a woman. He moved forward and stuck the tip of his tongue into her box, slid it over the silken texture cunt flesh.

"Eat me, please," she said, the words shallow and almost inaudible.

He licked the hair around her box until it was plastered down, then worked on her vagina, sucking and licking at the tiny clit which swelled and grew ridiculously large. He knew, this first time, he would have to give her so much that she would grovel for it from now on. She was about to be put through more sexual eruptions than she had ever had before and would very likely never have again. He tongued her mercilessly, liking the taste of her, until she popped, writhing and screaming like a little animal, her love box shuddering with pleasure.

She started to sit up, but fell back when she realized he was not finished. He tongued even more wildly than before, used his teeth in the gentle way he knew drove women nearly mad. She shuddered again, clamped his head between her gorgeous thighs, thrust her hole against his face, begging with her body to be eaten and eaten until not a drop of her was left. He complied, tonguing until he knew a third eruption was imminent. Then he pulled away from her. "I'm not even undressed, and you've made it twice," he said, grinning. "Finger yourself while I strip. I like to watch a good looking girl finger fuck herself."

She was eager enough to grant his request. She fingered herself, faster and faster until, he knew, she had climaxed yet a third time.

He moved in on her before she had a chance to come down. He pushed her backwards until she was stretched out, her lovely body glowing healthily, flushed from head to foot. He clambered onto her, brought his cock against her breasts and rubbed it gently back and forth.

She reached out and grabbed the organ, held it in two hands. "You're so big," she said. "Are you going to put it in me?"

"Try and stop me, gorgeous," he said.

"Will it hurt?"

"You've been fucked before?" he asked.

She laughed.

"Then," he said, "it won't hurt a bit. I know how to use it."

"Ram me, then."

Sam spit in his hand twice and lubricated the huge organ. Wet and red, it was the most obscene thing she had ever seen, and she cooed over it, urging him to hurry. He brought it between her legs, sank the burning tip into her. Before plunging in, he looked her over and asked, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," she said.

He slammed in to the hilt, his hands on her rocking hips, and drove his meat like a piston in a perpetual motion machine. Her fluids were pressed out of her love tunnel and made both their pubic thatches soggy with sex juice. She was a very tight girl, and he was amazed that she even encompassed his prick as well as she did. She was so tight that the sensations burst the length of his stick and not just under the burning head.

"I'm coming… again," she moaned as he drove her upward and upward into ecstasy. "Four… four… Goddamned… times!"

Her box clutched him, but he slammed her more, again and again, giving her no rest. All the sex manuals said women could have more than a single orgasm, an unlimited number. He meant to see what score he could rack up with this broad. "Let's get you on top," he said.

"You're not stopping?" she asked, her eyes glazed now, her lips slack as her mind grew numb and her entire existence centered on the slimy walls of her young cunt.

"No," Sam said, rolling and placing her above him, still impaled on his meat lance. "Now you can screw me."

She giggled. "I'd like that. You just lay there and let me fuck you."

She rolled her hips, sliding his prick around and around in her soup until she was once again mumbling and crying out, gasping for breath when she forgot to take it. He grasped her boobs, leaned up and took them in his mouth, one after the other, until they were wet and his saliva ran down her stomach. He clutched her ripe buttocks and pressed hard, seeking the erotic nerves buried deep in the sexy flesh. He found them and massaged them until she exploded with another climax.

They rolled back until she was on the bottom. He had thought he might not let himself ejaculate, but it had been two days, and the girl was good. It wouldn't hurt to shoot her full. "Do you take pills?" he asked, the words tight in his throat.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, shoot me full. It won't matter. Fuck your cream into me."

He obliged, slamming harder and harder, deep into her sweet wet warm hole.

"I can… feel your… balls slapping my… ass," she said.

He moaned as the hot load spurted out of his tool and splashed the insides of her. This last, tiny sensation must also have spurred her to a sixth orgasm. She thrust upward against him, as if she would chew his cock off with her vagina muscles, then collapsed backwards, exhausted.

He pulled out of her and sat up on the couch, staring down at her lithe body. He traced circles around her breasts, then down her belly. He moved his fingers gently over her love box, fingered her for a moment, then brought them out. She reached for the sperm-slimed fingers, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean.

"You've got the most gorgeous dick I've ever seen," she said, dropping a hand to his limp organ. "It's so thick I don't see how it fits."

"But it does," he said.

"Will you come back again?"

"What do you think?"

She smiled. "Maybe it won't be such a bad place after all." Then she burst out laughing. "I think you ought to know my name. It's Brenda Markwell."

He smiled at her. Now was not the time to go for money. That would be after he screwed her again. Then, if she wanted more, she would be generous. Of course he would be back. He would be back tomorrow. His type could never fail to return, either for fucking, or money. Returning for both was better than anything. Yes, he would indeed be back tomorrow.

Walker was beneath the shower for exactly twenty minutes. That was the maximum time he allowed himself, for any longer than that would be a damage to his body, not a benefit. He washed with soap, then lathered himself with skin cream and worked it in, rinsed it away. The last ten minutes, he stood in water as hot as he could bear, feeling his body rise to the challenge, the blood flowing faster in his veins. He dried himself thoroughly and went into the bedroom where he did a series of pushups, setups, toe touches, and deep breathing exercises.

He took good care of his body. He always had – ever since he had come to realize it was his greatest asset in life.

Sam Walker had been raised in a broken home. No one ever knew what had actually happened to his father, where he was or what he was doing. His mother did nothing to repair the rift in the family, nor did she attempt to make up for the love Sam lost by not having a father. The boy was often left to shift for himself while his mother went out for dinner with a variety of men who seemed responsible for most of the money that supported them. Often, she did not come home at night – or she came home with one of her companions.