Unknown - Wanting Everyone

When her eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure and looking as though she had slugged down three fingers of 100 proof bourbon, he hovered about her again, grinned. He kissed her, his lips and tongue still tasting of her cunt.

She didn't mind.

"You're one sensual woman," he whispered.

"And you're one hell of a man," she sighed, "I feel so warm and cozy-exhausted and drained. I could drift off and sleep for years."

"Not yet," he said. His hips pressed between the open invitation of her creamy white thighs. His cock rubbed up and down, taunting the lips of her cunt.

She trembled, a delicious shiver shooting through her body.

"I've still got two years pent-up within me," he continued.

"And I think it's about time I did something about it."

"So do I." Suddenly she didn't feel as sleepy as she thought.

"Fuck me, Phil Howard. Push that magnificent cock up into my pussy."

She reached down and grasped his thick cock, giving it a healthy squeeze. She smiled when he groaned, his hips quivering with need. Now she knew why he had pulled his cock from her mouth. He saved the aching load of his loins for her pussy.

Deftly, she guided the thick head of his prick to the waiting lips of her quim.

Inwardly, his pelvis moved, sliding his ramrod of flesh into the humid harbor of her belly. Her sigh of fulfillment echoed his moan of pleasure.

Melinda expected him to be like a turned-on jackhammer, pounding his cock into the soft, enfolding pocket of her cunt.

But he didn't move. Holding her closely, he simply lay atop the voluptuous contours of her body, bathing his prick in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt and twitched with eagerness, but he soaked in the luxury of her body-the first woman he had known in two years.

When he finally did move, he slowly pulled from her. A fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch, his thick shaft slid from the squeezing folds of her cunt.

He paused when the plum- like crown of his rod lay poised within the scalloped inner lips of her quim.

With a pleased moan he slipped back into the waiting heat of her belly. She accepted him, relaxing her pelvic muscles. Inward the swollen fatness of his rod moved, packing her with virile flesh. She moaned softly, fully delighting in the filled feeling within her body.

Boy, since that night she left Jace and Susan, her life had been filled with various boys all disguised as men by their years.

But this red-haired graduate student was most definitely a man.

His own pleasure stemmed from the pleasure he gave her. And he did give her pleasure.

Outward his fleshy piston of delight pulled. She clamped down with her firm pelvic muscles, squeezing. The pink folds of her quim gripped the thick offering of his sex, providing exquisite friction over that sensitive surface.

He moaned, smiling down at her.

She clung to him, her pussy folds following the outward motion of his rod. When he again reached the lips of her cunt, he eased back in, turning the folds of her twat in on themselves.

Then his throbbing lance delved ball-deep into the heated tunnel that gratefully sleeved it.

It would have been enough to have him within her at this moment. But that wasn't what he wanted. He slowly increased the tempo of his strokes, while he tucked his head to her chest and busily sucked one of the still erect nipples standing atop her young tits.

She moaned in a deep, lust-filled voice. Fresh arousal washed through her supple body. Her hips arched up and up in a constant pumping motion to match the demanding rhythm of his pelvis. Her hand caressed the boulder-hard tautness of his asscheeks, pulling him into her in an attempt to drive him even deeper into her edacious pussy.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a good fuck?" she whispered down to him.

His hips jerked forward, slamming every inch of his cock into the humid channel of her sex. The rigid stalk jerked and twitched with excitement. His lips slipped from the nipple they caressed and his head rose to her.

"No," he said, a broad grin splitting his face. "I don't believe anyone has ever told me that."

"Then somebody is a fool," Melinda smiled up at him, her dark eyes gleaming.

"Mr. Howard, you're one hell of a good fuck!"

His pelvis suddenly upped its rhythm, throwing his cock into her cunt in deep-grinding strokes. Her own body responded, meeting every ramming plunge of his prick.

She came quickly, lead by the commanding urge of his youthful strength. Before she could descend from the heights of carnal bliss, new thrills raced through her supine body. He still had not come. His dork still reamed the aching, quivering folds of her pussy in relentless vigor. The staying power of this red- haired man was unbelievable.

Pushing her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling and her feet rested flat on the bed, she changed the angle of his attack. Deeper his loveshaft drilled into the welcoming confines of her pussy. She wiggled a bit, mating her body around his stiffness.

It was a challenge now. She wanted to unleash the flood of sperm and semen she knew raged within his loins. She wanted to return the pleasure he had given her again and again this night.

She wanted to bring him, to feel his body shudder as he spilled his seed into the heated recesses of her belly, releasing the desires and lusts he had locked away in his body for two years.

"Fuck me," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard and deep."

Unbelievably, his tempo increased once more. Like a pike of pure pleasure his cock crammed its way into the yielding channel of her quim. She groaned, her own lust for this man growing with each thrust of his rod. She felt the mounting pressure of another climax within her. If she didn't do something, and quick, she would come once again, leaving his body unsatisfied once again.

Wedging a hand down between their sweat-slicked cores, she reached between his legs. There, dangling from his loins, she found the hairy bag of his testicles.

Her fingers closed around the weighty sac. Teasingly, she toyed with the kidney-shaped rocks within.

His groans mingled with hers. His balls shot around within the wrinkled confines of his sac. His hips hunched and bucked, plowing the furrow of her silk-fleeced cunt.

Harder and deeper with near desperation, he fucked her. She writhed and undulated under him, milking her cunt around the thrusting length of his manhood.

"Yesssss," she hissed out her delight. "That's it. Fuck me, fuck me."

In and out, out and in, his persistent prick reamed. Up and down, down and up, her hips matched each stroke of his cock. Her fingers constantly played with his balls, adding a fanning breeze to the flames she knew burned within his groin.

Higher and higher her own desire raced. And she came, whimpering and crying as ecstasy once more bathed every cell of her young, supple body.

Atop her, he stiffened, his body going rigid. His cock slammed in, rooting itself deeply in the clinging pink folds of her pussy. He groaned out, deep and long.

Up from his aching balls, the flood of two years raced. It seared up through the pulsing shaft of his cock. Outward it came, scalding the hypersensitive flesh of his glans. He blasted into her, unleashing the torrent of sperm and semen he had held back all through the night.

They came together, making it seem even more delicious to the raven-haired beauty who quivered and shook under his own shuddering frame.

He drained himself, emptying what seemed like a gallon to two into her cunt.

Only when that last twitch of pleasure left his cock, did his muscles relax and he sagged into her body, trembling with exhaustion.

She held him close, her hands lovingly fondling over his body. She felt his breathing deepen and knew he slept. She smiled, her own drowsiness drawing her toward sleep… but before she too drifted away, her gaze happened to move to the bedroom window. The pink glow of the rising sun beamed in. She smiled, fully satisfied.