E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

But the feeling lasted only a second.

Edging closely behind her, he gripped his cock and directed its turgid head to the upturned slit of her sex. Throbbing and twitching with his needy stiffness, he positioned himself there, poised before the scalloped inner lips of her pussy.

His hips jerked forward and he slammed every inch of his prick into the tight heat of her body.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned out long and loud.

Her whole body quaked as she accepted the thick rod he fed into her belly. He was big, at least as big as her stepfather. He filled her with his fatness, straining the gripping walls of her vagina. He wasn't as deep as when he was on top of her, or vice versa, but that knobby crown of his prick was touching places he had never touched before. And those places were whipping up delicious thrills that swirled and pulsed in her thighs.

He didn't move at first but simply knelt there, his cock burrowed securely in the haven of her body. There was no way to deny he dug the hell out of her mouth. But this was where he belonged. This was made for him. Hot and wet, she clung to his shaft, bathing him in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt marvelous, sleeved so tightly around his aching prick. And even more, she knew she felt good to him. Unlike the two other girls who had shared their bodies with him before Kari entered his life, there was no hint of shame in their love-making. This dynamite blonde dug sex and enjoyed pleasing him. That her body gave him pleasure only increased her own.

It wasn't a one-way street. She dug him and made no attempt to hide that fact. Because of that, each time he entered her was a new experience. Each time they made love, he sought new ways to provide her pleasure. In pleasing her, he pleased himself.

"Fuck me," she moaned back at him. "I'm your bitch. Fuck me!"

Taking hold of her ass cheeks once again, he slowly drew his cock from her. He paused as the swollen head of his glans threatened to slip from her, then shafted back inside the quivering mouth of her cunt. His pelvis slammed into her buttocks.

"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, that's it."

Again he dragged his swollen rod back and plunged back into the tight crevice of her cunt this time with so much force that he jarred her: nearly causing her to lose her balance. But she didn't complain. Instead, on his next thrust, her ass jerked back to meet him.

Her moans came constantly now, almost whimpering cries of pleasure. Her head hung from her shoulder, lolling from side to side. Her eyes were closed as she focused every ounce of her attention on that fat stalk of man meat pumping in and out of her desire-burning quim. She squeezed down with all her strength as that powerful piston of delight eased out of her channel of lust. Then, as he paused at the top of his stroke, she relaxed, opening the way for him.

Hard and deep he plowed into the spongy interior of her cunt. The elongated cones of her tits swayed like fleshy pendulums from her chest, moved by the force of his reaming thrusts. He jerked outward, only to throw his cock back into the heated socket of her cunt.

Harder and harder, he poled into her open body. Releasing the holds on her ass, he leaned on her back, reaching around and capturing the swinging cones of her breasts in his palms. She groaned deeply under the unexpected feel of his hands.

Lying there atop the kneeling girl, he taunted her neck and shoulders with a series of light nips and soothing kisses. Meanwhile his fingers kneaded into the pliant flesh of her tits. Squeezing and molding the dangling cones, his fingers scissored around the fat, extended nipples and tweaked. She groaned again as she was stirred by the strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

Back and forth in counter-tempo their hips rocked. As he shafted inward, she thrusted up to meet him. As he eased back, she slid from him, allowing his cock to drive back into her pussy. Again and again, he knifed into her body, only to find that she was ready and willing to accept him no matter how hard or how deep he burrowed into her steaming recesses.

Relinquishing one of her tits, she slid a hand down over her quivering belly and dipped a finger into the gash of her pussy. He no more than nudged the fattened nubbin of her clit and she went wild.

She bucked and hunched, completely abandoning herself to the demanding needs of her lust. Back and forth she rocked, fucking herself on him as much as he fucked her. She grunted and groaned as she received his offering of stiff, hot prick time on time again.

Responding to her fiery wants and the consuming flames of his own loins, his pelvis leaped to the task. In and out he rammed her cunt, pistoning like some berserk jackhammer, while at the same time he fondled the super-sensitive bud of pleasure there at his fingertip.

Higher and higher they rose. Harder and harder their bodies worked, striving to get and take as much pleasure from their union as possible.

When she came, it was in quaking violence, her groaning more of a grateful cry of release. Wave after wave of pounding ecstasy was unleashed within her body. She was completely lost in the contractions and expansions of a universe of sensual delights.

Slamming himself forward, he entrenched the aching stalk of his manhood deep into the quivering folds of her cunt and came. Hot and thick, his seed spurted into her young pussy. His balls churned and churned, releasing gallon upon gallon of sexual cream. His body shuddered and trembled beneath the intensity of his climax.

Like a chalice of lust, her tremulous channel of sex accepted every drop of his sperm and semen. Then the orgasmic contracting folds milked at his shaft, draining any of the pearly fluids left in his throbbing cock.

Somehow she managed to lower herself to the carpet before her arms and legs collapsed. Moving with her, he lay there on her back, savoring the ebbing pulses of pleasure that still coursed his throbbing shaft.

Neither of them moved, not wishing to break the deep satisfaction of their mutual climax and the carnal delights they had shared. Not even the moist trickle of his overflowing seed, which tickled down the soft, white interior of the blonde's thigh, wetting the rug under her, could disturb this moment of bliss.

A moist tongue-tip flicked teasingly against Neal's ear. He swatted at it as if it were a fly.

Kari laughed, "Come on, don't go to sleep on me."

"Leave me alone, girl," he moaned. "That was terrific. Now all I want to do is just lay here."

"I know," she kissed his cheek. "But I don't think your mother would like it if you didn't pick her up at the airport." His drowsy eyes opened and he rolled to his back staring up at the beautiful blonde beside him. "Your cheeks get this blushing glow after we make love. Did you know that?"

"So do yours," her fingertips brushed over his cheeks. "Come on, Red Cheeks. We've got to get a move on."

"What time is it?" he groaned in protest.

"Exactly one hour before you mother's flight arrives," Kari smiled.

"It'll only take a half hour to drive out to the airport," he answered.

"But we've got to get cleaned up," she nudged him with a hand. "I don't think your mother would understand us greeting her plane in the Dude."

"Don't think the airport fuzz would be too understanding either," he grinned. "Okay, you win. Let's take a shower together."

"All right, you're on," she nodded as she stood. "But remember, we're taking a shower and we don't have time for anything else."

Reluctantly, he agreed.

Showers had never been so much fun. Despite the restriction he had agreed to, it didn't hamper him from bathing that voluptuous body of Kari's, or enjoying the sensations of her hands on his body when she returned the favor. Somehow they forced themselves to interrupt the delightfully different method of bathing they had discovered and stepped from the shower. Toweling each other dry, they quickly dressed and hurried to Neal's car with less than twenty minutes before Marta Winter's flight arrived.