Frank Levy: One bed family

He blinked at her.

"I heard you tossing around and came out to see if you were all right."

He blinked again, closed his eyes and then opened them again to stare at her. He was still deep in sleep. Then he seemed to become aware of her and the fact that his cock was lying naked and hard before her gaze. He pulled up on one elbow and pulled the sheet over himself, turning his hip so that his hard prong went out of sight. He was pale and uncertain, his eyes peering at her from under his lashes. His mind was still fuddled with sleep, and he didn't know what to make of the situation.

"I've been looking at you in your sleep," she said with a smile. "I hope you don't mind."

"Why do that when you…" his voice trailed off, leaving the thought unspoken.

"You're a very handsome boy," she said. "You are beautiful to see."

"Don't tease me," he muttered, and turned his eyes away from her.

Her hand stroked his leg where she had placed it. "I don't mean to tease you, Sam. I'm sorry if I made you unhappy."

"It's not your fault. It's mine, but please go away," he whispered, still not turning to look at her.

"I want to stay, Sam. Wouldn't you like me to stay with you?"

He turned slowly back to look at her. His eyes glittered like black diamonds. "You mean it?"

"Yes," she whispered. She hadn't intended to come here, to get into his bed. She had known him only hours, but it seemed like they had been lovers already, lovers separated by a foolish quarrel that was now behind them. Something about him gripped at her heart. And the powerful mixture of man and boy in him attracted her with an enchanting force. She wanted to touch him and feel him possessing her. She wanted to wipe out the unhappiness that was in his eyes and to see him in triumphant sexual passion shared with her. She wanted to enjoy him.

She stood up from the bed and unbuttoned her nightgown from throat to hem. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide down her body, standing naked and pale in the moonlight by his bed. For a long moment, she just stood there and felt the caress of his eyes traveling over her naked flesh. Her nipples were tight and hard and terribly sensitive in the night air. Her pussy was moist and soft, ready for him, eager for him to take her.

Then she lay down on the bed beside him, face to face. She put her hand out and drew his head to hers. His lips were as full and soft as her own. He kissed her clumsily, his lips pressed shut and his breath coming in rapid pants. She slipped her tongue between her lips and thrust it into his mouth. His mouth opened with a gasp, and her tongue shot in, rolling across his and tickling at the roof of his mouth. Then she invited him to come with her into her mouth, and sucked his tongue between her teeth.

His hands were roaming over her body at the same time, feeling the soft pillows of her tits and the warm, firm mounds of her womanly ass. She pushed the sheet off him and claimed his throbbing cock with her hand. He was so very hard and eager, dripping pre-cum and jerking in her grip. She moved her hand further down and cupped his balls in her fingers, rolling the heavy weights around in their bag and tracing the shaft of his prong back behind them. He was shaking and trembling with lust.

He reached for her pussy with his hot hands, but she pushed them away. "Easy, slowly," she said. "We have all night." Her lips were so close to his that they brushed together when she spoke. "Kiss my breasts," she murmured.

He attacked them like a ravenous child. His hands were rough and fumbling, and his lips sucked so hard on the points of her nipples that it was almost painful. She stroked the back of his head, and he became more gentle. His touch was inflaming her. His hard prong was pressed into the soft flesh of her belly, and be threw one leg over her so that he could get even closer to her to urge his need on her.

She raised her own leg under his and opened up her cunt to him. She reached down and took his hard tool in her hand. It was so large and so hard that she could hardly bend it. He slid down further in the bed so that his cockhead was up against her clit. She stroked herself with it, using his prong to frig herself and bring herself up to the level of lust that already gripped him.

His cock knob was as hard and smooth as glass and very slippery with the juice that he was pumping out and the cream that coated her cunt lips. She moved slowly, playing his cock over her twat like a blowtorch over soft metal. She softened and melted under his fire until she could hold off no longer. Her clit ached with the sex-need that had been building in her for hours.

She pushed his cockhead down to her cunt mouth and eased herself toward him. He responded too eagerly, thrusting his hips toward her, but she kept hold of his hot shaft and forced him to go slowly. She let him into her a bit at a time, parting her pussy with his spear, letting herself open up with bliss as he went in and in and in. She rocked her hips forward when he was all the way in and they were belly to belly, face to face. She pressed her clit against the root of his belly and frigged it on him while his giant fucker stretched her cunt as tight as it would go. He was so deeply inside her, filling her as she had never been filled before. She began to tremble and shake with the approach of her orgasm.

She clamped her pussy muscles on his dong and milked him with the sucking movements that she had learned to perform. His breath was ragged and harsh in her ear as he absorbed all that she was doing to him and striving to make him feel. His hands came up to her breasts and held them firmly. His ass began the movements of the old dance, pulling his prick out of her, and then ramming it back home again, thrusting so deeply into her that she felt all of the insides of her body stirred with him.

She kept her hips cocked so that her trigger was forced down tightly to the broad back of his shaft. He stroked her clit with each fucking thrust. She was wide open for him and wet. She squeezed her cunt muscles down on him as he pulled out and thrust her pussy back at him to meet his entering strokes. They were moving faster and faster now both of them letting go of all restraints and running together toward the climax that they would share.

"I'm cumming, Sam, fuck me harder, harder with your big cock, ram it, jam it into me, deeper, cumming, cam off with me, inside me, fuck your jism into me, oh, fuck me, fuck, now!!"

She gasped and shoved her twat at him, quivering as the crest of the wave broke and crashed over her, swirling and drowning her in hot passion. She clutched his head to her tits and thrilled as he clutched them back. His ass was slamming his prong into her in spasms of lust, lust as she was tightest on his shaft as she got off, she felt him swelling and jerking with the force of the flood of cum that he was pumping into her. She wasn't so much aware of it as she was of the perfect union of their climaxes. Their bodies melted and mingled in their orgasm, pussy twitching and squeezing on pulsing, gushing cock.

She let her leg down and his, put her hand on his ass and kept him in her. Her cunt was still twitching and nipping on his semi-hard prong. They lay quiet, kissing a little, but saying nothing to each other.

His mind spun slowly in a sleepy daze around and around the same thoughts.

The incredible body heat of her cunt was stiffening up Sam's cock, and he made it twitch and jump inside her as an indication that he was ready for more. She smiled and squeezed her cunt muscles on him.

"Let's do it another way this time," she whispered into his ear, blowing her warm breath in and making him shiver.

"Whatever you want, Miss Cindy," he panted.

She giggled. "I think you can call me just Cindy, don't you think?" She squeezed her pussy on him and ground her hips around in a circle, sucking and pulling on his hard prong.