Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

One hour later she came into the bedroom. The table lamp was snapped on and she removed her clothing, flaunting her breasts before him. What was all this in aid of? Was she determined to arouse him with the body he no longer desired?

She switched off the light and got into the bed. But she kept away from him, sleeping almost on the edge. Now and then he heard her muttering, calling him a dirty son of a bitch.

Some time later, during the night, when all was quiet, the two people shifting about and changing positions found themselves close together, too close for normal comfort. He felt the nipples of her breasts tickling the hairs on his chest. His penis, curled in softness, pressed against her thigh.

"Do you know you are a rat?" she murmured.

He wanted to turn over, get as far away from her as he could, but his hands itched to grasp her lovely breasts. No, he warned himself, one screw will only end the distance I have placed between us and prevent my escape.

He did not answer her.

Jane's breath was warm against his face and he could feel the nipples hardening. "Did you hear me, you bastard?"

"Leave me alone, will you," he said. "I am tired and I want to sleep."

But even as the words left his mouth his penis had reacted and was straightening out, lengthening, becoming a stick that rested on her firm thigh. Her fingers were drawn to it and a fondling started. She shaped it, rolling the tip between her thumb and forefinger.

"I am still angry with you but I need this, so give it to me."

He was gone, grabbed by lust; he played with her young vagina, tickled the growth of pubic hairs and the pouting lips. She wanted him to put his head there and he did, without offering any arguments, licking the prominent clitoris, feeling it harden, and knowing as the bed sheets twisted that the girl's beautiful ass was revolving.

"You're trapping me, Jane, trying to ruin my life, but oohhh, am I wild for you now!"

His head went between her long, curving thighs and his nose rested in the soft downy hair. He flattened his hands on her out-thrust hips and did his work, licking her privates clean, shooting his tongue into the soft cave. As he expected she soon became insane and her fingers threaded into his hair to hold him securely.

Some noises left her mouth as the climax built up. She called his name, jerked spasmodically, went completely stiff and climaxed. "Ahhhhhh, ooooooh, you… yes you… dirty man… eating me like that! Aaaaaa!"

Hugh thought that there were fires burning under her skin, for she was terribly hot, as if she had lain out in the heat of the Sahara Desert and her pussy was steaming. The water coming out of that opening was boiling. But he brought her through another orgasm and rose up, satisfied that he was a man who had done a damned good job of cunnilingus.

"I thought I was going to die… I thought I should not live anymore. Oooo, don't fight with me, don't fight with me again, just bang me always."

"I am going to bang you now."

"Please! O please, please!"

"There is more to this game, so just relax for a bit."

He pushed her back, holding her until she was still, and swiftly pushed his face against her long, extremely rounded thighs. Her magnificent behind bounced as his tongue found the little button and dabbed at it. The clitoris, thus laved, grew, and again the vaginal lips parted. A drop more secretion oozed out and the girl, truly tired, started to gasp and roll all over the bed.

"Aaaahhhh, no! Oooooo, no! One moment, that's all I ask… ooooo stop, stop!" The orgasm tossed her about, possessing her like a narcotic, making her gasp and beat the bed and twist from side to side.

He got to his knees, looking down at the poor tortured creature, so ruined by cunnilingus. so near the verge of insanity. He seized his hard penis and aimed it at the slit he had just devoured.

On target! The instrument was engulfed in her boiling vagina, penetrated deeply despite the tightness that followed the orgasm. A deep push and he gained more ground. He seized her breasts and squeezed them as he leaned his weight atop her.

"Ahhh, all right, now I am giving it back to you!"

The girl moved even though she said she was fatigued. Her rump heaved against his downward motions, convulsing and twisting, her body arching violently under his. She started to shriek from agony and call for help.

"Quiet, girlie! Your parents!"

"Noooooo!"

He rode her in earnest, not caring that her body was awash with perspiration, dripping out of every pore, making her difficult to hold.

"I am tired now, darling. Oh! Oh! I do not think I can keep this up all night. One was all I wanted, one orgasm, not one hundred! Oh… ah – rrrrr – please stop it! Ahhh, my man, my strong man, stop!"

"Don't you want me to have pleasure too?"

Then come, man, come!"

The harder he tried the more elusive was his climax. He held tightly to her twisting buttocks and kept on with his vigorous strokes, keeping up a rhythm that should have been banned by any government concerned with sex.

"I… might…just… make… it!"

"Man, make it for heaven's sake! Ahhh, pity me, pity me! I am going to die in this bed!"

His lusts were suffocating but this young girl was too much to handle. It was difficult due to the manner of her agonizing twisting and writing. That marvelous body was soaking wet and too slippery.

Ahhh, damn it, damn it! As he drove between her thighs he told himself that he had to come! It was time for him to be sleeping so that he could rise early on the morrow and hunt for work and not thrust any more into this hot hole.

"Girlie… you do not know how I am trying."

"Ahhhhhhh, man, man! I am going to come again."

Her juicy young quim was wounded and her bottom became red. But she thrust her trembling legs up, heaving to meet each of his thrusts, gluing her loins to his, her rapid actions spurring him on.

His plunges were swift in his determination to arrive at the apex of glory. But she was the one who climaxed. Her vagina tightened deliciously around his hard tool until the skin was almost peeled off. He twisted his face from the hurt as that tight organ of hers contracted, the walls pressing against his bar.

And at last he came! The sensations of delight and pleasure derived from an orgasm left him worn-out, exhausted. And, still inserted in the girl, he lay on top of her, his face resting in her russet hair, his heart hammering.

"Get up!"

"I can't, I just can't."

"Man, do you think I intend to sleep like this the rest of the night, with your heavy weight pressing me down?"

"Can't you wait until I recover?"

"I've had more orgasms than you and I have recovered, so come on now." She gave him a nudge. "Besides, having your thing in me can get me excited all over again."

Oh, no, oh, no! Another round of sex was something he could not manage. Swiftly, Hugh pulled his penis out. A moment later he was snoring.

Once was not enough as far as Jane was concerned, and the night was not for sleeping but fornicating. At the hour when the sun was just climbing over the horizon she tackled Hugh again, grasping his manhood, squeezing and jerking it into stiffness. She whispered in his ear what she wished. His genitals were alive and burning but his mind was groggy. "Huh? Now?"

"Yes." She ran her tongue under his ear. "You are hard enough."

The matter was taken out of his hands so he sort of absently fingered the crotch that was already dripping wet. He felt the bed bounce and dip first on one side, then the other, as she contorted herself; and suddenly he was jolted. The bitch had slammed her ass right into his face, double-punching him with the thrusting cheeks.

Hugh blinked, his lashes batting against the smooth, hot-fleshed balls. He felt the wet bulge of hair brush against his chin. The odor flowing into his nostrils burned and he had to palm the cheeks, ease them away. In that moment his instrument was engulfed by hot wetness and her slurping tongue curled right around the base, cutting off the upward flow of blood.