E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

His lips drifted from her and softly pressed against her neck. Shivers of warm delight suffused her body. She moaned softly, no thoughts of refusing him remaining in her mind.

"You've slept alone too long," he whispered as his hands gently lowered her to her back on the grass. "You're too handsome a woman to be with= out a man."

She didn't have time to offer a reply, even if she wanted to. His mouth once again covered hers, this time her tongue leaping forward to rush over his. His hands caressed the sides of her face for a moment, then drifted down along her neck, alighting on the bulges of her breasts. She didn't attempt to conceal the quiver of excitement trembling through her body.

And he didn't ignore it.

With a firm squeeze to her tits, his hands rose to the top of the white blouse she wore, working the first button free. Four buttons later and two snaps, her blouse and bra were tossed aside. Her breaths were deep and aroused as he pushed up from her and gazed down on the shimmering domes of her naked tits.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're a very beautiful woman, Marta Winter!"

"Not much of a woman," she shook her head. "Not during the past eight years."

"I plan to change that right now," he smiled, his voice assuring her that's exactly what he intended to do. Letting her watch him, he reached out and caressed the silk-covered pillows of her breasts. He made no attempt to disguise the pleasure he found in those resilient bans of flesh. His fingers worked and molded the pliant flesh of her tits, delighting in the low moans of arousal he brought from her sensually parted lips.

Her breasts glowed with a summery warmth, a sexual heat of desire. She felt the two buttons of her nipples come to life, fattening under the tender ministrations of his exploring fingertips. She felt swollen, wonderfully swollen, as if her tits were at least twice their normal size. She glanced down as he rolled her breasts up on her chest. They weren't, but they damn sure felt that way.

His hands released the white globes and allowed them to bounce back into their original shape. He tugged and pulled at them, reveling in their satiny feel as they squelched up between his fingers. And when he had played to his and her satisfaction, he leaned over and lightly kissed the rubbery bud of one of her nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh," her sibilant moan revealed the deep pleasure of that gentle kiss.

Then his lips closed around her nipple. His tongue flicked out and tauntingly swirled around the fleshy bud. She tasted good to him, the taste of a woman.

Hot flames of lust licked through her body on g direct line from her breasts to her loins as he sucked at that aching crest. Hard and long he sucked, awaking the burning flames of passion. She groaned, reaching behind his head and pulling him down, forcing him to accept more of her flesh into his mouth.

Willing, he responded to her needs, gobbling up as much of the succulent tit flesh as possible and then some. And as his mouth eased from that one peak, he dropped down on the other, busying it with a barrage of arousing sensations.

Simultaneously, his hands crept down the curves of her sides, his fingers tucking under the elastic bands of the slacks she wore and her panties at the same time. She lifted her hips a bit, helping him slide them down over her emphatically flaring hips.

When his mouth at last released the marvelous hold it held on her tit, he rose and immediately began to attack the buttons of his shirt while she peeled her slacks and undergarments from her legs, tossing them beside her blouse and bra.

Her body was a soft, glowing white in the dim light coming from the back porch. His eyes drifted over the shapely curves of her legs for a moment, then rose to the dark patch of her pubis. Her thighs spread lewdly, allowing him a full view of the womanly knoll of her cunt.

Quickly working his trousers free, he peeled away the briefs he wore. His cock, hard and rigid, poled from his loins like a lance of lust. He watched her own gaze drop to the throbbing shaft of his sex. Her eyes widened and her delicate nostrils flared with arousal.

She could take that, she thought as she stared at the thick stalk of his cock. He was big, not just long, but fat. And his balls dangled from his scrotum like large rocks held in a rumpled sac. She could take him. She could take him and love every inch of that magnificent pole of man meat.

Lowering himself beside her on the grass, he once more kissed her. His tongue drove into her mouth hard this time, with a sense of urgency. She responded, her own tongue flicking and circling his oral digit as it drove toward the depths of her throat.

At the same time, her hands languorously eased over his chest, taunting his sleeping nipples into stiff little pebbles, then drifting lower. Her fingertips found the throbbing shaft of his manhood, touching lightly, almost hesitantly. The surface of that erect shaft was so soft and smooth, covering the bone-hard firmness beneath. It was a combination that thrilled her. Lovingly she ran her fingers from the engorged crown of his prick to its hairy base. He jerked and twitched under her touch. Then jerked and twitched some more as she trickled up the ridged underside of his cock.

His own hands were far from inactive. Once more working their way to her hips, his palms caressed the satin-sleek thighs. Then one of those hands moved inward, weaving through the dark fleece of her pubis. He cupped the protruding knoll of her cunt and squeezed down lightly.

She groaned. He worked her as he had worked her breasts just moments ago. Her hands clamped around the solid prong of his sex, jacking at him with fervid lust. His own groan was as deep and desire-filled as hers.

Inward, he worked a finger up into the interior of her sex. The heavy flow of her aroused juices washed around his impaled finger. He felt her clamp down, squeezing the spongy folds of her vagina around him. As he tenderly began to stroke his finger in and out of her hot hole of passion, he ran his thumb up to the top of her pink slit, rubbing over her clit.

Tingling excitement coursed through her loins. In an involuntary action, her hips undulated in perfect rhythm with the finger that invaded her body. Where she had wanted him, she now ached. Where she had desired him, she now lusted. Her hands pleaded over the stiff rod of his manhood. She squeezed. She jacked. She pulled.

Answering her ardent summons, he rolled atop her. The slightly domed half-bowls of her breasts speared their hard nipples into his bare chest. She groaned, writhing a bit, as his finger slithered from the steaming recesses of her pussy. Her own hands easily positioned his prick at the trembling mouth of her cunt.

His pelvis thrusted.

"Ahharrgggaahh!" she groaned in abandoned pleasure.

He sliced deeply into the quivering recess of her quim. She squeezed down, holding him there within her. She could feel him, feel every throbbing inch of his fat cock. He had driven into the very soul of her desire. He packed her with brimming sensations of delight. He twitched and jerked and she could feel every minute movement of that ponderous prod.

His mouth covered hers and his tongue drove into the sweetness of her oral caresses. But her full attention centered on that pulsating spike of man meat that languidly drew itself from her body. Inch by packing inch, he eased from the burning heat of her belly. The resilient walls of her vagina clamped at him, attempting to hold that marvelous prick, but the oozing flood of lubricants within her did nothing to aid her. He slipped up and out, stopping with only the bulbous knob of his glans poised within the quaking lips of her labia.

Then that imposing plunger slithered back down into the open channel of her lust. Her hand tightened on the rock-hard cheeks of his buttocks. She pulled at him, trying to draw that gratifying column deeper.