Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

He could feel the heat from her aging body against his flesh, and even though her breasts were not as firm as they had once been, they were still full and soft against him. He put one hand around one of her soft, full globes and squeezed gently at first, then harder, pinching the nipple into erectness.

"Yes… yes… Frankie… yes," she whimpered, tingling from his touch.

She moved on her knees between his legs so that she could reach underneath him and pull his hips up closer and deeper into her mouth, and he could fondle her breasts at the same time.

Her bony fingers slipped under his buttocks and she ran her fingers into the crease of his behind, prodding and pulling in an effort to find the tiny elastic hole of his rectum.

"Agggghhhhh," he moaned as she pulled apart the fleshy cheeks of his buttocks and slowly moved close to the minute aperture. He was in such a state of passion and need that it didn't matter what she did, the pressure that was building between his legs was the only thing that mattered to him.

His hands tightened their grip on her soft, ripe breasts and she wiggled against him, knowing that her need was as great as his. She had wanted Frankie for a long time, so she wanted to make it last as long as possible. She knew that he would cum if she continued her mouthing of his erect, pulsing phallus, so reluctantly she pulled her mouth off of him and ran her tongue up his body and bit quickly and sharply at the base of his throat.

He pulled her up on him until she was lying flat on top of him, her thighs lying against his stomach and pubis. She could feel his hard, jerking manhood prod into her flesh demanding satisfaction, so she pressed her body even further and harder into him and kissed him passionately, running her tongue over his gums and thrusting it deep into his throat. He sucked greedily at her tongue as she rocked against his body, driving spasms of lustful joy through his whole being.

"Cynthia… Cindy," he moaned softly, completely oblivious to the fact that it was Gypsy who was on him and not Cynthia.

Gypsy took her mouth away from his and was about to say something or just get up and leave him when she felt his fingers reach down between their bodies and begin to caress the soft down of her pubic mound in an effort to find the bud of her clitoris. Her own need was so great that she decided to let the fact that he had called her by the wrong name pass over. His fingers were manipulating her roughly until her clitoris was hard and pulsing with desire.

"Ooohhhhh, yes… yes… yes, baby," she crooned, nibbling at his neck and ears. "Do it."

He worked his fingers in a frenzy, trying to get her to such a point that she would raise her thighs slightly and he could slam his rock hard penis deep into her with the first plunge. His hardened, throbbing rod ached from want and lust and he had to have her.

"Raise up," he ordered hotly, pulling at her thighs insistently.

"Not yet," she murmured softly, knowing that she was driving him out of his mind.

"Yes… yes… now… NOW!" he commanded again, this time shoving one thick finger harshly into the warm, clinging walls of her vagina.

"Oh God," she groaned at the sudden intrusion, but pushed her hips down harder on this impalement. She wriggled on top of him, feeling the thickness of his finger deep inside her and his fingernail scraping lightly against the wet, throbbing walls.

"God what you do to me," she whispered thickly.

"Get on top of me… now… now," he ordered her again, but this time she raised her hips slowly and poised herself directly over his upstanding, jerking, thick rod. He went to pull her down onto him, roughly, with one deep, cruel plunge, but she balanced herself with her knees and her hands on his shoulders and eased herself down slowly until she could feel the angry red knob of his manhood tease the tender, hot lips of her vaginal passage.

"Just a little… just a little," she whispered. "Just a little at a time."

He could hardly stand his frustration, but allowed her to lower herself onto him a little at a time, feeling the clinging, wet walls of her hairlined pussy close tightly around his thick, pulsing rod as she eased down on his body.

"Oh yes… you feel so good, so good inside me," she groaned.

"That's it… that's it, baby do it to me!" he gasped, his breath coming rapidly and unevenly.

"I'm going to fuck you… fuck you until you can't remember anything else," she said.

Then with one final lunge she lowered herself completely down on him and she could feel the very end of his rod rubbing-inside her.

Slowly she began to rotate her hips on top of him, feeling every inch of his erect, jerking penis move inside her, filling every inch of her. Her movements became faster and faster until he felt that he would explode any minute. She bucked up and down on him, digging her knees into the side of his chest, holding him tightly.

"Ooohhhhh yes… yes…" she moaned, feeling the well of her orgasm about to overflow. "I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum… fuck me… FUCK ME!"

He tried to raise his hips off the mattress on the floor, but she was slamming into him with such force that it was impossible.

"Oh do it… do it," he commanded hotly. "I'm going to cum too!"

She could feel his prick becoming even thicker than before and she knew that he was about to spill into her any second. She felt the tightness and tenseness between her legs quivering and began to let loose as she pushed down on him with all her strength.

"Here I cum," she groaned, her head tossed back, her teeth clenched and bared like a wild mare.

As her own contractions wracked out, she could feel him jerk hotly inside her, filling her with his flood of sperm.

It felt like they came together for hours before she rolled off the top of him and onto the floor beside him. Other couples were making love at various spots in the room, but no one seemed to notice or much care what the others were doing, but each group or couple was wrapped up in their own little orgy.

"Frankie," she said finally, "are you going to go away with me now?"

She looked at him afraid to hear his answer, but her eyes pleading pathetically.

"You know I can't do that, Gypsy. I've had a ball with you tonight, but that's as far as it goes. You know that I love Cynthia."

He could have told her anything, made any excuse, but she didn't want to hear that he was in love with another woman.

"You're going to be sorry one of these days, Frankie," she threatened, "Mark my words."

"Let's not start that again, okay?" he said, annoyed.

She didn't answer, but got up and went into the other room to get dressed, her stomach churning from his rejection.

Frankie lay there for just a few more minutes and then decided to go back into the living room and see what was going on. When he got there Al had left and Cynthia was still passed out on the floor, sleeping soundly.

He knelt down beside her and touched her hair and face thinking how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have a girl like her.

The party continued for several hours, but he let her sleep, knowing that she would probably have one hell of a headache when she awoke. He smoked several joints and then lay down beside her. It was about four in the morning when he woke up and reached out for her. She curled up in his arms like a baby and kissed him on the cheek.

"So… you're awake," he said, half-surprised.

"I've just been resting, darling," she murmured. "What time is it?"

He looked at his watch and told her, watching for the look of surprise on her face.

"How long have I been asleep," she asked. "Seems like I've been floating on clouds for hours."

"I should think so. You've been passed out for over five hours. How do you feel?"