Ned Samuels - Hand maid

She'd kiss his lips, his nose and put her tongue in side the convolutions of his ear, until she could breathe right into his inside so that she sounded like a great ocean. She could hear the boy moan in deep desire, gritting his teeth and positioning his hips so that the broad would have easier access to his swollen manhood. Not so hard, is it, she'd reassure him, not expecting or particularly wanting a response.

She'd put her hand right under his jockies until his swollen, sweaty balls were in her palms and she was able to squeeze them to taste – squeeze them so that she could feel their soft consistency, and their heavy expectancy, filled as they were with hot, male come.

"Suck me, suck me!" he'd finally yell out in desperation. That's the way she liked her young studs, all hot and bothered and almost out of control in their desire, and yes, their dependency. This stud hadn't even had anything to drink – no scotch, no highball, no whiskey sour, no screwdriver – nor had he hit the weeds and pills – no downers, uppers, grass, hash, acid, nothing. Veronica leaned forward and gave him a body hug, pressing her tits into his chest, nearly driving him wild with pleasure, with the magnificent feeling of her breasts against him. He cupped them with his hand, twisting and turning the flesh, making the sides of her boobs pink and then red from the pressure of his lustful probing.

"Oh yes, rub them, rub them nice."

Encouraged, almost made with desire, the boy lowered his head and felt the left nipple with his tongue, turning his tongue, covering the cherry with his own saliva then sucking it into his mouth where he almost ate the organ, pressing into it with his teeth.

"You're too much," he added in between licks, thrilled with her form. My, he thought, there's nothing like this, fresh, solid, waiting to get it, waiting to get fucked even by a young, inexperienced cock like mine.

The boy took his hand and slowly slid it under the girl's waist band until he could feel the upper ridge of her panties, the band which hung several inches below her waist, then pressed his fingers against her abdomen – a white, smooth area which he wanted to bury his face in. But there were even greater pleasures below, and moving his hand lower as he took into his lungs breath mixed with the girl's own, he felt her pussy hair – thick, luxurious hair which curled and covered his fingers until they were almost buried in it.

"Lower, lower, go down lower on me until you stick your fingers in my cunt," she begged.

"You've got it baby," he answered, feeling older already, then made his words good, opening the lips of her pussy, pushing one, then two fingers inside until he could feel her inner organs, wet, juicy, a honey-pot of sex goodies. "You've got it baby," he repeated, feeling his cock grow even harder as he probed the girl's insides, making her groan with pleasure, making her beg for him to come inside.

"Listen," she whispered intensely, "Let's go over here where we can stretch out." She led the way, the boy watching her splendid ass, the swing in her hips, the incredible sensuality of her movements. His cock stuck proudly in front, a rammer of incredible proportions – six inches at least – a shaft which wanted more than anything to gain entry into that sweet woman, his balls hanging down full and swollen, his arms swaying at his sides as he increased his stride.

After a pause, the girl lowered her head, admiring the glans, the red rim around the top, the dark ring of skins below the glans, almost like a cock ring, the length of the proud shaft, the way it was slightly thicker at the base and hooked around the top, the way his balls hung underneath the cock, the way he looked, proud and tall. "Come on," he said, mustering his courage, "give it a good suck."

Veronica opened her mouth and put the cock in side, feeling the heat which radiated from it, almost burning into her like a furnace, like a sex furnace, filled with a heat which almost burned her mouth, then went deeper inside of her, down her pipes, into her inner depths. He started to undulate his hips a bit, to help her get more of his cock inside, to help her almost swallow it. He was amazed at the girl's enthusiasm, and, clutching at her shoulders, she was able to take the entire shaft until it disappeared entirely within her mouth before she released it, hot and glowing, covered with the saliva from Veronica's mouth.

He was so excited, he almost came, so he pushed back Vern in order to hold it in a while longer.

"Oh, kiss my tits," Veronica almost pleaded, "kiss them all over, cover them."

The guy leaned over her, then rested on his side, covering her upper stomach with his palm – which now sweated with desire – then pushing his fingers through her thick, brown hair. That's when, completely hot with passion, his cock just bursting at the seams, all the more straining enveloped in the rubber Veronica had slid on it, he slid his stem in side of Vern, slowly, relishing every second as he penetrated, taking in deeps gasps of air, his legs tightening and mingling with Vern's. Deeper he lunged, until he was inside, completely inside of her cavernous hole, buried in her pulsing pussy.

"Oh yeah, pump me harder, harder," she pleaded, her eyes closed and her brain swimming in passion, the passion of pure desire, of wanting her pussy fucked and his creamy jism shot inside of her hole.

"Baby, wait," the boy pleaded. "I'm gonna come; we better gear down." He took his stem out of her pussy, now wet with her pussy-juice, then pulled his body back and perched up on Vern's hips so he could get at her quim. She curled her legs around his back, pushing his head toward her until he only had to lower his head a few inches to slide his tongue inside of her pussy.

He began to taste her quim, salty, womanly, juicy pussy – the best combination of sensations he could imagine – then felt her thighs pushing against the side of his ears until he couldn't hear anything, only see her mouth open wide in a gasp of pleasure. He felt the heavy weight of her buttocks in his hands as he grasped them and looked at her huge mounds which were pushed up close to her very neck.

It was too much for the guy to take and he felt his jism rising in his balls and into the lower part of his cock, but not wishing to shorten the spree, he took his mouth out of her pussy, then lifted Vern's body upward toward his face so that he could give a little mouth action to her tits.

Veronica knew what he had in mind and immediately requested he go at it, pressing her tits together so they formed a massive cleavage. He buried his head between the spheres, then she pushed them tighter together, pressing into his nose and mouth, bathing him in her mammaries.

"Oh, baby, too much, too much."

"You like those tits, don't you… nice fat tits."

"Oh, baby," he said, "I want to eat those knockers, yeah, eat 'em up good."

"They're all yours."

"Man, when I used to serve burgers, I'd look at the girls, but I don't think any of them could have been like you."

Veronica could feel that she had the boy, completely swept him off his feet. She'd ride with this one all the way (at least in her mind) and might even see him again, fuck him again, suck him again and repeat all the ecstasy of this night. Compared with the other guys she'd balled he was pure stud: at least in the high school category.

"Come on boy," she urged, "fuck me again; I want your cock all the way in, all the way!"

"I can't wait any longer either; this is it, the big one."

The boy rammed his stem inside of Veronica, so hard and fast and sudden, that she opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes and cried out, "Oohh! Yes, all the way." – at least that's how Veronica wanted to imagine it.

Veronica kept her fantasy going, picturing the lad pushing from the hips, in and out, out and in, fast until his entire body was tight as taut rope, a dynamo of energy ready to explode in one great sex moment, the ultimate orgasm.