Jon Reskind: Little eddie_s mother

And he felt, his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. Cautiously, his eyes went to Lily's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants now, smiling through half-parted lips as though hypnotized by its growing hardness.

"You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't you?"

"No, no," she protested, feeling as if her brain were reeling. Had she heard him correctly? Yes, yes, of course she had. How dare he talk to her like that. Had he taken leave of his senses? Or was it just that he was a promiscuous scoundrel, like she thought. Yet her cunt ached for him, for any cock, and she felt she desperately needed him to fuck that ache away. And his talking to her like that wasn't making it any easier to say no. For God's sake, didn't he have any morals at all. Didn't he?

The handsome man leaned close to her, and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. He touched her knee, lightly, but his fingers seemed to burn through her skin. "Well, Lily?" he demanded. "Wouldn't you like me to crawl up between your widespread legs… wouldn't you like me to fuck you? Wouldn't you really?"

"Carl… Stop it… stop it! I'm only human."

"And so am I, my love," he moaned. "I know your cunt is on fire right this instant, and you know the only thing that can extinguish that fire is a big, hard cock spewing cum all over it. I have a big hard cock loaded with cum, Lily. And I know you want it in you."

Then he reached out and brought her hand in contact with his thorbbing, pants-encascd hardness.

Lily felt as if she had no power to resist, so overwhelming was this searing contact with his heavily throbbing penis. And she began to stroke it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes slowly, teasingly. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm now as she moved closer to him, unable to resist any longer; her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already lust-swollen prick.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he went on, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want me to fuck you, Lily, you want me to fuck you!" And it was true! Oh God, she did want him to fuck her. Oh God, how she wanted his cock fucking deep up inside her wide-split cunt walls.

Suddenly Carl's mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue flailing deep into her mouth. Lily's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked back and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing. Carl's hand came up and found her desire-swollen breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the loose blouse, exposing her naked tit with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the glans on the hard tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness.

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent breast, his cock was jerking almost out of control. Christ, he knew she'd be a beautiful fuck, but he had no idea he'd uncovered such an amazingly hot-blooded woman.

But suddenly she pulled away from him as the full impact of what she was doing struck Lily's mind like a fist. My God! she thought wildly. Suppose Eddie came back, suppose he saw me here with Carl… No, no, I can't allow that, I have to control these crazed emotions… damn, damn, why had he come here, why had he aroused her so much, why had she had any of that Goddamned grass of his…

She wrenched away violently from Carl, pulling her mouth from his, and taking her hand from his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a brilliant crimson partially form shame and partially from her intense arousal. She averted her eyes, panting raggedly.

"What's the matter, baby?" Carl breathed heavily beside her. And then: "Are you worrying about your son? Is that it? Well, you needn't. If he's gone off with Cindy, he'll be gone for enough time… plenty of time, love."

"No… no, he might come back…"

"He won't come back," the roughly handsome man whispered in his mesmeric voice. "No, relax and admit that you want me to fuck you as much as I want it. It'll be good, Lily, darling, it'll be so wonderful…"

"No!" she shouted at him, jumping up from the couch. "No, Goddamn you, Carl, I can't, I can't!" Her heart was hammering violently in her chest, and she was aware of the wet moistness still seeping hotly out from her aroused cunt lips. But she had to compose herself, had to find a way to get Carl to leave. She went to the window, staring out blankly for a long moment.

Then from behind her, Carl's voice whispered, "Lily, my love."

She turned, gathering her courage to say what had to be said, but when she saw him, the words froze in her throat. He had stripped off his clothes and was naked now, his thick, blood-raged cock shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from its blind eye.

He reached out gently and began to undress her and she stood there unable now to protest, until finally she stood before him completely naked.

When he was finished he stood back and looked at her appreciatively. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the early morning sunlight. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples now hard and distended from desire. Her long, slender legs, satiny smooth in their tanned splendor at the inner thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cunt mouth.

"Carl…" His name choked past her swollen throat weakly, but that was all. She couldn't say anything else as he stared hungrily at her beautiful nakedness and she saw his cock pulsating madly again.

Slowly, slowly, Carl lifted his hands, his eyes fastened on hers, and began to slide his palms up and down along her silky, softly curved sides, then up to cup her firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, as if they were a wonderful offering of the flesh. Then his hands stroked her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of his fingers were just touching the seal-brown fleece of her pussy hair. He held them there for a long moment, teasing her hotly pulsing clitoris while his own cock was screaming now to throw her to the floor and fuck her.

Slowly, his hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through the soft, downy curls of her cunt, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When he reached it, he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the softly glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny clitoris. He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice.

"I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like it's never been fucked before."

"No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But he just continued his incantation.

"I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and then I'll push your legs back over your head and…"