Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

At once his manhood rose, blood rushing along it, swelling it to the proper portion. He leaned over her as she slid along the bed, smiling up at him. Her robust thighs were there for him to stroke, but when he attempted to part them she shook her head.

"Wait a bit." Fear of being chafed had the young brunette begging him to delay his entrance. "I am too dry inside, I think."

The only thing then was to pet and kiss and clutch each other in a hungry embrace. The girl twisted, teasing him, shifting her curved torso in such a manner that the balloons swung against his chest.

"You have marvelous breasts."

That is one thing I know. Lovely, aren't they?"

It was torture for him and the knob of his manhood trailed across her round, firmly fleshed thighs. She offered him her full mouth as his hands eagerly caressed the teen-aged curvaceous body.

"How could I have forgotten you?"

She was a dream, this girl, he kept telling himself. All silken and hard with that solid steel behind and those round, ripe breasts. Man, oh man, what an unbelievable body!

At last, after a long kiss, the girl gasped and told him she was ready. Her hand felt his pole, the fingers curled about it, the nails gouged the skin. She masturbated him slowly, to rid him of the first, hasty ejaculation.

"Then you shall be able to ride me well and for long."

"Stop that!" He pried her fingers away. "I am not a kid. Hell, girlie, I know how to control myself! You'll get your ride, and a long one it shall be."

"All right then, let us see."

A last hot passionate exchange of kisses, and his hands were traveling rapidly along her smooth shoulders, down to her slender waist, around to her buttocks, cupping the solid cheeks.

He pulled her closer and allowed her fingers to guide his joint between the slightly opened legs. He was only partially in when he heard her moan and felt the wetness of her slit on the tip of his penis.

"Ahhhhhhh"'

"What?"

"Sometimes… sometimes it is this way. Ahhhhh!"' Already her backside was in action, those shapely tanned cheeks revolving. Then he angled his body cushioning his face in her quite overwhelming breasts, and bore down.

"Now!"

"Ooobhh, not so hard!"

There was a slushing sound as his tool, invading the narrow passageway, drove whatever juice was there out. Man, did it feel good as those vaginal lips closed over the root of his penis!

"Baby, you are not only tight but hot!" He lowered himself even more, going down into the well of her privates where the oils bubbled. Then he could dig no more. He was completely sheathed.

Now the fun starts!

He gripped her rear end, spreading the cheeks apart as he started to rise up a bit. "I should have remembered a girl with a body like yours."

"Yes, you should but ooooo!"

The girl, so resembling a student with her flowing brown locks, unblemished cheeks and round light eyes, sighed. She closed her mouth over his shoulder, sinking her teeth into the flesh.

"Ow!"

"Ahhh, sorry, sorry. But sometimes I do not consider this work and then… I come! Often I feel nothing, no pleasure but you… ahhh, eeeee! That thing of yours, it fits into me so well… I know I shall come!"

She was talking on and on but he did not hear her. He was gone, completely out of this world, sent there by the writhing of her shapely young body.

Both of them now were in a savage state, uttering obscenities, working together, becoming halves of the same thing. A long kiss was held while she worked with her loins and he slid powerfully in and out of her.

The teenager climaxed first. She came, squealing like a pig racing around in the mud of a farm. He rode her all the more fiercely and as the first climax faded the second built up and she let out more squeals of raw, undiluted happiness.

"Move, move, girlie, because I am moving, do you hear?"

"I hear and… ooohhh, I feel!"

He sent his shaft steadily into the velvety well, letting her know the full power, stretching the walls of her insides. She screamed and screamed and could not stop screaming.

Her soft lips were all over his face. Her mouth pecked at his ears, cheek, eyes, her wet quivering tongue rasping on his neck. When the final thrust approached he went into an awful stroke, giving it to her without let-up.

"There, there, the finish, baby, I am approaching the finish line, so take it!"

The brunette did take it. She had no other choice. She continued to buck in spasmodic release, curving her shapely torso, blending completely with him as he increased his rhythm. Then, out of control,, she hooked violently upon the waves of the last orgasm.

"No! Noooo! Ohhhh, noooo!"

He was going to come, even as she was coming. His hands, holding the silken, high-rising buttocks, felt them clench and unclench. Then hot cream bathed his tool and trickled along both of her squirming thighs to the wrinkled bed.

Still squealing, she sent her long, round-calved legs up and around his waist to tighten the hold on him as he climaxed, shooting into her.

Hugh panted and jerked and convulsed and was finally stilled.

Afterwards he thought of his new job and realized that Maurier and the maid must have wondered what had happened to him. He left the bed, washed up at the basin and started to get into his clothing.

"I wish I could stay longer."

The girl smiled but kept her eyes closed. "It is all right. We may meet again some other time."

"Look, ahh…" Now came the embarrassing part. "The one thing we did not discuss was price."

"I don't charge for a game I enjoy so much." She opened her eyes and began to laugh at him. "You took me for a professional and I am not. I broke up with my boy friend two days ago and since then I've had no one to sleep with."

"You're not…"

"A whore? No."

"Did I meet you last year, aboard a yacht?"

"You did, but we did not sleep together. You went off with a skinny blonde who resembles me somewhat. I fooled you all along."

There was a promise to meet again and a somewhat confused Hugh left the laughing, beautiful girl behind. He staggered along the street holding his uniform, thinking life was controlling him instead of the other way around.

That evening Hugh sat in the kitchen dining on chicken and rice. The maid, who was named Claudia, sat opposite him. The two top buttons of her uniform were open and as she bent forward over her plate he could see the form of her breasts, round, milky white.

"My uniform fits perfectly," he said in an effort to draw the girl into conversation.

"Lucky for you it does."

"Why do you say that?"

Claudia pushed her plate away, reached for a package of cigarettes and stood up. "Because we are leaving here tomorrow and there would be no time for alterations."

"Where are we going?"

"Who knows? Tomorrow morning Mr. Maurier will let us know." She rested her full-fleshed behind against the sink. With her arms crossed over her breasts and the cigarette dangling from one corner of her wide, unrouged mouth she looked down at him. "Tell me, are you a straight man or what?"

He put down his fork and reached for his wine. The question did not surprise him because he had been expecting it. Undoubtedly any man who did not grab at her ass was queer in her estimation.

"How do you know you are not my type?"

"I am every normal man's type. With the body I have! Pah!"

He went on drinking. What a conceited bitch! The girl he'd had this afternoon was just as shapely. All right, this one had larger breasts, but so what?

Claudia said: "We have had quite a few chauffeurs; most of them were fairies."

"Did they get fired because they neglected to show you any attention?"

"No, not at all. You know how it is. Some lads crack up the car or have fights with the boss or steal things from him." She looked him straight in the eye. "You did not answer me. How about it, are you queer?"