R Finch - No longer virgin

Wendy ran her moist tongue in circles under and along the bulbous head of his erection, popped it wetly out of her mouth, her lips making sucking noises, then kissed and licked along the ever tightening shaft, back and forth repeatedly, finally covered the solid cap of flesh again with her mouth. Her small hand was working frantically, the warm flesh under her fingers sliding with her movement. His thick cock stiffened upright even more with a little jerk, throbbing, and Wendy could taste the clear fluid that heralded the approach of his ejaculation, could feel it spurting against her tongue. She licked at it, sucked on his twitching cock yet more fervently, wanted to taste the full measure of the sticky eruption.

Greg moaned again, squeezing her ass-cheeks, kneading them while working his fingers up into Wendy's slippery warm cunt, his palm flush against the plump bulge of her sopping pubic mound, cupping it. He was thrusting his hips with greater and greater urgency, was ramming his long hard cock into Wendy's mouth with hurried strokes that took him almost to the back of her throat.

Wendy's lips were tight around the driving shaft with her wildly feverish tongue and rapidly moving hand she was urging him on, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

She watched the fleshy pouch of his scrotum bouncing with each quick movement of her hand, considered covering it with a flurry of kisses. Then he was suddenly squirting thick viscous liquid against Wendy's pink tongue, twitching as he filled her mouth to overflowing with the pearly white warmth. She was swallowing it as best she could, sucking it from him, and felt his throbbing cock squirt still again, felt his thick semen running warmly down her throat, some of it spilling from her lips.

Greg stretched his legs out and Wendy kept sucking on his cock, her head bobbing in his lap, still licking and nibbling at it until he finally gasped, "That's enough, baby. You'll wear it out. I think you've killed me."

"Did you really like it?" Wendy looked up at him and smiled brightly. She said with a giggle, "That's the first time I ever gave a guy a blow-job. I've never even put a guy's cock in my mouth before."

"You sure could have fooled me," he said quietly, obviously pleased with her. "You didn't even choke when you swallowed all that cum. A lot of girls do; at least the first time."

"My God!" she giggled, touching her cunt. "I'm so wet I'm dripping down the inside of my leg! And my little cunt is tingling like mad!" She glanced at Greg. "It's like a really feverish itch up there, like a… tickling inside. I think what I need is a really good fucking with that huge cock of yours."

She had to laugh at his expression. "Just lay there and save your strength. When your cock gets all stiff and hard again, you're going to need it." And she finished undressing him, then crawled up beside him on the bed, began rubbing her warm thighs and breasts against him.

Greg pulled her to him, caressing her silky flesh. He pushed her tawny hair aside and began to suck and kiss her neck, his hands finding the heaviness of her round breasts. He tugged at one nipple with his fingertips, rolling it, and it hardened into erection, trembling. Wendy whispered to him, "If I sit on your face will you lick my pussy? Just until you're hard again?"

"I'll lick your hot little pussy anytime you want," he said. "Anytime, anyplace. Just name it and my tongue will be waiting for you."

"Here and now," Wendy laughed, then jumped up with a bounce and a giggle, straddling his face. She poised above him, almost squatting, one bare thigh on each side of his head, her small hands hanging tightly onto the headboard to steady herself. It must have been quite a view, she imagined, knew that he must have been looking up directly into the pink hole of her tight cunt.

She lowered herself slowly, then shivered deliciously when Greg's moist lips and tongue touched the glistening surfaces of her wetly gaping cunt. He sucked at the trembling cleft, with his hands around her full thighs was puffing her down to him, the flickering action of his probing tongue causing her to squirm on his face, her oily slickness running down his cheeks, the soft mat of her curly pubic hair crushed against his mouth.

Wendy pulled away from him with a little gasp and leaned forward slightly, pushing her slim hips down until his lips were enclosing the fleshy covering of her sweetly sensitive clit.

She started to move her hips slowly, still hanging tightly to the headboard, was pumping her pulsating cunt against Greg's mouth, the firm cheeks of her pert bottom parting with each of her outward thrusts. Her silky white breasts rose and fell with her steady motion, her nipples, taut and distended, flushed deeply scarlet with the lusty desire she felt throughout her loins, the flame of her passion beginning to kindle.

Greg put his hands on her buttocks and pushed her gently along, helping her. He sucked at her warm cunt steadily, mouthing it, with his tongue would every few seconds dart in circles at the tiny quivering stub of her clit, then would touch at it with his tongue, causing it to tingle.

Wendy's breathing was growing by degree more harsh, her movement gradually taking on an erratic urgency, jerking, the muscles in her smooth thighs straining taut. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, was concentrating on the keenly throbbing sensations Greg sent coursing through her with his quick tongue, on the sharply pleasurable spasms racing along her flesh.

Greg was sucking at her wet cunt with ever-increasing enthusiasm, was tonguing up into the palpitating hole of it, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her.

Wendy pumped her hips more quickly, swallowing loudly, then she felt the first pleasurable twinge of her climax jab at her, lightly, the merest touch of a feather. She was rewarded almost instantly with overwhelming convulsions of stabbing joy that caused her damp thighs to quake uncontrollably, that caused her pulsing, slippery cunt to clench spasmodically, the entire pink passage within closing tightly. She sat back fully on Greg's face with a shuddering groan, was overcome by the tremors of raging sensation.

After several long moments she straightened with a sigh, raised herself up, then glanced back over her shoulder and down along Greg's body to see how he was doing. Her exhaustion vanished almost immediately when her eyes fell on his stiff, thick cock waiting for her.

"Wow, you got hard fast!" she giggled, and sat back on his chest for a moment to catch her breath, trapping his hands beneath her warm buttocks.

Wendy giggled again, then began to move back along his naked body toward his cock. She felt the swollen crown of his throbbing erection just touch between the back of her thighs. She positioned herself carefully, mindful of the huge circumference of the shaft on which she was about to impale herself, and when she felt just the tip of his cock enter and wetly part the slick lips of her trembling cunt, she began to slowly draw him into her cunt.

An expression of rapturous pleasure crossed Greg's face as his twitching cock cleaved into her, and he raised his hips slightly, managed to wedge the entire fleshy glans and about two inches of the shaft into her glistening pink hole, the warm resistance of the tight passage holding her almost suspended in the air above him.

"Good God!" she murmured, bouncing her hips gently, jiggling and pushing, all the while with soft little whimpers and cries, inching his penetrating cock up inside of her, sitting back, raising up against when it began to fill her too quickly, then jiggling and pushing some more. "God, it's stretching me wide open!"

Greg swallowed hard, his breath already erratic.

Wendy slid down along the length of the pulsing rod, kept at it, watching as his cock disappeared entirely into the hairy opening between her thighs, as it was buried, finally, to the hilt in her trembling cunt.