E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

He paused there at the bottom of his stroke, bathing in the wonderful luxury of her cunt. She was so hot and tight. The walls of her pussy squeezed at him, then relaxed. It was almost as if she rippled around him.

"Damn!" she groaned. "You feel so good!"

He did! This voluptuous woman made him that way. As he once more slithered from her body, his cock felt swollen to its limits. Each pulsing throb that jerked through his length heightened the consuming lust that burned in his loins.

He drove hard into her this time. His pelvis met hers in a loud wet slap. He ground down, giving her clit the full treatment it deserved. With equal alacrity he wrenched up and slammed down again, drilling into the sweet, honey crevice of her cunt.

"Yesssss," she hissed. "Oh, god! Yes!"

His rhythm was hard and deep. He ravished her. He poled into her body, fucking the tight slit of her cunt in almost brutal fashion. In and out he skewered, pounding that oozing gash between her thighs.

She accepted him, savoring each jackhammering thrust of his cock. Fiery lust erupted within her thighs. She went wild, allowing the rise of her lust to control every action of her body.

Her hips jerked and bucked. She threw herself on each impaling stroke of his cock. She thrashed and writhed under his weight. She hunched and groaned, swallowing up the massive inches of pulsing prick he fed her.

They worked together, whipping the passion within them higher and higher. They no longer made love, but fucked. Lust commanded them directed them, urged them. In and out, out and in his cock pistoned into the welcoming hole of he; pussy. Up and down her pelvis rocked as the quaking tremors of her mounting orgasm shuddered through her body.

Like a madman or a rapist, he filled and refilled the volcanic depths of her cunt with his burning wand of sex. His balls tightened and retightened trying to hold back the flood of sperm and semen that churned angrily within them. Deeper and then deeper he speared into her at a frenzied pace.

Nearer and nearer she soared toward the oblivion of sexual pleasure. She had lost herself to him and that driving cockshaft.

She no longer knew she was on her back in her own backyard. She no longer felt the cool grass beneath her or the light night breeze that caressed her nakedness. All she knew or felt was the man pressing down atop her and the ponderously fat prick he crammed in and out of her body.

Like flashing lights it started and like a torrent of colors it blasted through her. The throbbing of her thighs expanded and formed a ball of fire. It exploded, shattering her soul into a thousand fragments, reassembling them, only to send them flying on the winds of ecstasy once again. She came and she came hard and violent.

The woman beneath him went rigid. Her cunt contracted and squeezed at him. The tightness did nothing to help him withhold the rising demands of his own groin. Instead, it created a fantastic friction that seared over the hypersensitive skin of his glans. Still he fought to retain that agonizing moment or two just before climax.

In and out his cock shafted. The burning fire of his balls began to move. Inch by inch it forced its way up through the center of his prick. He clamped down, but there was no way of stopping it now.

Hot and thick, he jetted into her quivering cunt. He splattered the trembling walls of her vagina with the creamy fluids of his loins. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as he emptied himself into her, his balls drained of the lust he held.

They rocked together, locked in each other's arms. Their moans mingled in a chorus of deep satisfaction and gratitude. Their bodies trembled and quivered as the last swirling sensations of their mutual climax washed through them.

Then after the last of those sensations had passed and his cock slithered limply from her jism-oozing slash, he rolled to his back Drawing the still panting woman into the hollow of his shoulder, he held her there, just reveling in the nearness of her body.

Neither Kari nor Janice had ever intended on attending a movie. And it took no more than a few playful nudges and eager tugs on Neal's arms to convince him that their plan for the evening would be much more interesting and entertaining.

"All right," he finally gave into their whims. "But we'd best put up the front of going to a movie."

Kari nodded and her older sister suggested, "We just get into the car and drive around to the other side of the block. Then we walk back to our house."

"You realize the kind of trouble we're going to be in, if they ever find out about this?"

"They won't find out," Kari grabbed one of his arms and Janice grabbed the other, pulling him toward his car. Following Janice's plan, Neal pulled out of the driveway and drove around the block and parked. "What if they come over to your house?"

"That's the risk we have to take," Janice smiled. "It adds a certain spice to the whole thing."

"That spice could be an overdose of red pepper," he mumbled.

"Quit complaining," Kari chided. "Get a move on."

Following the two sisters, he climbed from the car and quickly walked around the block. Only the porch light was on in the Mason's home. Kari went to the front door and opened it, then waved Neal and Janice in after her. Suppressing their laughter, the three climbed the stairs and quickly walked back to Mitch's bedroom.

"Don't hit that light!" the redhead whispered to her sister. "It'd be a dead giveaway."

"Right," Kari chuckled, moving into the room and drawing back the curtains to the window. "There they are."

Janice and Neal edged to her side and glanced down. The man and woman sat on the lawn, sipping their drinks and talking unaware of the six curious eyes that peered down on them.

"This is better than I had expected," Kari whispered as she hugged Neal's waist. "That porch light lets us see everything."

"If there is anything to be seen," he answered.

"Oh, there will be," Janice mused aloud. "If I know Mitch, there will be."

"I don't know," Neal answered, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" Kari asked. "Does it bother you spying on them like this?"

"Yes, kind of," he nodded. "I wouldn't like somebody watching us when we… "

He suddenly shut up, glancing at Janice and then Kari.

"When we're balling?" Kari smiled. "Don't worry about Janice. She knows everything."

"She does?" he was unsure of what he had heard.

"Everything," Janice smiled. "Does it make you uptight?"

"Just seems a little strange. I mean having someone discuss my sex life behind my back," he shrugged.

"I don't know why," Kari said. "I know damn well you boys get together and compare notes on which of the girls are the best fucks and who's the easiest lay around!"

"Why shouldn't chicks do the same thing?" Janice concluded.

"No reason," Neal nodded. "I guess I never thought about it, that's all."

"Don't let your male ego get bruised," Janice grinned. "Kari's reports have been glowing."

"No exaggerations," Kari pushed up on her tip-toes and planted a kiss on his lips. "I just told her what a dynamite cocksman you were."

"Shhhhhhhh!" Janice abruptly hushed them.

The two followed her gaze back out the window. Mitch had taken Marta in his arms and was kissing her. It was quite obvious she was returning the kiss.

"Our dear stepfather is a fast worker," Kari smiled.

"You already knew that," Janice answered.

If Neal had heard her comment, it would have confused him, but he didn't. His attention was riveted on the couple lying on the grass below. A man and his mother, his mother in the arms of a man. He was fascinated. He had always considered his mother sexless, a neuter who had no desires of the flesh. He had never been further from the truth. His mother was a woman, all woman, which was quite easy to see as Mitch worked her blouse from her body.