Paul Mall: Driving Men To Distraction

He moved beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing her.

The action took her gaze away from his cock. It wasn't larger than when she had held it, jacking it off. However, now, knowing his thick root would soon he shoved deeply inside her body, it seemed to have grown.

She saw him through the uncertain eyes of a girl. His kiss took her attention off his size and redirected it back to his love for her.

Lovingly, his tongue teased around in the warm sweetness of her mouth.

He kissed her firmly, with apparent eagerness, but tenderly, purposely controlling his own need so as not to scare her.

At the same time, his hand moved to her chest, gently fondling the bountiful mounds of titflesh she sported. His palms languorously slid around their bulging contours, working upward in titillating spirals.

His fingertips found the rubbery points of her resilient tits and caressed them, working all sorts of fiery sensations within her, thrills that raced on a direct line to the waiting cleft of her loins.

Unhurried, he toyed with her mammoth breasts until they heaved in deep, labored breaths. Then he slowly let his right hand drift downward, over her fluttering belly, and into the dark strands of her pubic moss. He found the silk-fringed slit of her virgin pussy and ran a fingertip up and down its slightly parted lips.

Accustomed to his touch, her body trained to the feel of his hands over three months, she spread her legs wider for him. When her thighs opened, his delving finger slipped into the outer lips of her labia.

Thick, syrupy juices flowed from the well of her body. She was wet and ready, but being ready wasn't enough for him. When he entered her for the first time, he wanted her aching, every nerve crying out for the feel of his cock.

Upward, his finger tickled, finding the nubbin of her clit. He rubbed and rolled it tenderly. She moaned around the mouthful of tongue he fed her. Her hands slipped down along his chest and over the rippled muscles of his stomach. At last her hands found the rigid stalk of his prick. As she had done for three months, she began jacking at the unyielding wand of lust.

Using a soft, stroking motion, he slowly whipped at the fiery needs of her body. At the same time, her hands tightened around him, moving up and down. This was the way he wanted it. Everything was familiar to her. She knew the pleasure of his hands. He wanted her to associate that with the greater pleasure he could give with his cock.

Her moans were constant now, quick pants of arousal. She writhed beside him, her hips undulating in rhythm with his teasing finger. She was close, rapidly rushing toward climax. But he didn't want to finger-fuck her. For three months, she had been brought off by his cajoling fingers.

He eased his hand away from the tremulous groove of her sex.

"Ohhhh," she groaned in disappointment, her hips thrusting up trying to recapture his digit. Then she moaned what he was hoping for. "This! Oh God, Chance! I want this! I want you inside me."

She tugged at his painfully aching prick, urging him to mount her ready and willing body. He came atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Without directions, she placed the engorged crown of his glans at the mouth of her pussy, slipping it into the outer lips of her labia.

Her eyes, black and shining, gazed up at him. "Will it hurt?"

"Just for a second or two," he whispered in a reassuring voice. "Then it will never hurt again."

He watched her suck in a deep breath. "I'm ready. I want you and I want to feel you. Make me your woman."

He nodded.

His hips swung inward. Moistened by his own preseminal juices and the slippery fluids of her pussy, he shafted up into the quivering channel of her virginal cunt. There was a brief moment of resistance. Then her maidenhead gave way before the ramming strength of his cock.

"Oh!" She whimpered, her eyes clamped shut tightly. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open again and she smiled up at him. "Is that it?"

He grinned and nodded again. "I'm in you, all the way."

"It didn't hurt a tenth of what I was expecting." Her head lifted from the pillow and she kissed him. "Make love to me, Chance. Your woman wants her husband to make love to her."

"With you," he said, correcting her. "We make love together."

He eased back. She winced, still tender and raw from his stiff penetration. He stroked in, another wince. A third stroke, a fourth, a fifth. The winces disappeared and the voluptuous beauty under him sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

"It feels good!" She ran her hands down, caressing the balls of his ass. "It feels sooo good! Just like I knew it would."

It did. She was like velvet inside. The wet folds of her virgin cunt clung to the hard length of his cock. As he eased out the moist pinkness of her channel gripped at him, flowering outward. Then with only the swollen head of his glans within her body, he shafted down, turning the folds in on themselves.

"I was wrong," she crooned. "This is better than I imagined. I feel so full. It's wonderful. I feel like a… like a woman!"

"You are," he said, leaning forward and kissing her.

He moaned. Suddenly the sheath of her cunt tightened, squeezing around his lust-filled rod. The spongy folds of her quim relaxed and tautened again, eliciting another moan from the depths of his throat.

The beautiful woman under him laughed, her eyes flashing open with a glint of delight. I think my husband liked that." She emphasized her statement by squeezing down again.

"You know I did," he answered with an appreciative kiss.

Stroking in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, he accustomed her to the feel of him. Her tenderness completely vanished, as the lubricants flowed from her depths, bathing his hardness in their viscosity.

Slowly at first, working to a steady, even rhythm, he fed himself in and out of her body. She responded, her hips naturally taking up the tempo of his deeply probing prick. As he slithered into the welcoming channel of her love, her pelvis rose to meet him. As he eased back, her hips fell back on the mattress.

How long he kept up the ever-rising and falling motion of his hips, he didn't know. He was lost in the feel of her, consumed by his love for this woman who now shared his name and bed. However, she eventually pulled him down atop her so that his full weight crushed her into the bed. His arms no longer needed for support, he turned his hands to fondling and toying with her breasts, and finally running a hand down between their cores to the extended nubbin of her clit.

She came while his finger playfully cajoled that all-important point of feminine sensuality. While she rocked and tremored beneath him, he continuously shafted his cock in and out of her body.

"My God, Chance, that was wonderful," she said hugging him tightly when the last trembles of her climax passed. "I knew you'd be good-I knew it!"

"I'm only here to serve," he grinned. "Your pleasure is mine."

She shivered and thrust her hips up to greet the inrushing fatness of his prick. Her pelvis undulated, swirling him around within her.

"I think I'm in love," she sighed, squeezing down around him. "In love with this."

He jerked out and shafted back into the humid interior of her belly.

"That, my young lady, is called a cock."

"My husband's cock," she smiled dreamily. "And I'm in love with it. I could lay here the rest of my life, just feeling you move within me."

"That would be nice," he said, his mouth finding the arch of her neck and nibbling at it. She sighed, letting her pelvis rise and fall with the strokes of prick.

"Is it good… I mean… am I…" her voice was unsure, hesitant.

"Well worth the three months," he assured her. "And it will only get better."