Paul Mall - Driving Men To Distraction

"You wouldn't believe it, Professor Smith," she whispered coyly up at him. "My head feels like it's swelling."

She rolled her deep blue eyes to his crotch. His prick was growing, thickening, lengthening, its swelling crown jerking into the air. He might be talking with stuffy Professor Smith, but his attention was on her.

She leaned back down. Her pink, moist tongue curled out from behind her lips and ran up and down the underside of his awakening sex. She swirled and licked that flicking oral digit over the arrowhead shape of his glans, setting his stiffening stalk of manmeat to twitching.

Then she ducked down, her tongue delightfully toying with the hairy sac of his balls. The man above barely managed to moan a goodbye, and after three attempts finally settled the receiver into its cradle.

"I don't know whether I should tell you how damn good that feels, or turn you over my knee and spank you," he said in a deep, lusty voice, his eyes following her every move.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, sliding back to the top of his prick and sucking at his glans. She poked her ass into the air and wiggled it, as though challenging him to make good his threat.

To her surprise, he swung around and grabbed her ass. A movement that sent at least four inches of his now rigid cock shafting into the humid harbor of her mouth. Sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils, she accepted the ponderous burden and lavished it with a flurry of lapping licks.

However, he had no intention of punishing her rounded buttocks. He surprised her again by throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and tucking his head between her thighs. His mouth smacked firmly against the knoll of her pubis.

"For an inexperienced virgin, you learn quickly, lover," she sighed, sliding her mouth off his root.

"I'm not a virgin, you took care of that last night," he said with a wet smack of his lips. "I've now been transformed into a sex-starved young man who can't get enough of this delightful little pussy!"

"Ahhhhh!" Further comment was cut off as he rammed his tongue up into the hole of her quim. She replied appreciatively by swallowing up the full length of his prick and sucking at it hungrily.

Inexperienced he might be, but the red-haired man eating at her cunt had no hangups about pussy licking like some of the so-called studs she had met. Warm waves of need swirled within the core of her teen-age body, wiggling and tickling up into the intimate mouth of her cunt. He was eager to please, to return some of the pleasure she had given him last night.

And she was only too willing to provide him with a flourish of new thrills as she ate the thick pole impaled in her face. All those old familiar sensations came rushing back into her as she curled her tongue around his dork and licked. This was a man, despite his recent lost of his virginity. He was a man and she loved the feel of him, the taste of his virile slab of cock within her mouth.

Without any direction on her part, his tongue found the bud of her clit. Blasting tremors of ecstasy rocked the very heart of her soul as he feathered his tongue around the supersensitive button. Immediately, she drew him deeper, letting his prick slide into her throat as she sucked.

He got the message. He eased a probing finger into the quivering mouth of her cunt and pumped it in and out of her, devoting his tongue completely to the pleasure aching point of her clit.

She knew he was close, but somehow he managed to withhold the gushes of his lust until he brought her off. Gratefully, she came, doing her best to give his prick the tender loving care it deserved while she shook and trembled in the throes of her release.

Then when the last contracting spasm of her pussy passed, he came. She welcomed the hot, scalding blasts of come that jetted into her face, splattering over the carpet of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth.

She drank down the opalescent spurts of his semen, sucking and milking at his cock, trying to take every last drop. She thrilled as his swollen pole jerked and bobbed in her mouth. She reveled in the lusty groans she pulled from the depths of his throat. She had returned pleasure with pleasure, the secret of a good lover, as had he.

Before the exquisite delight of her mouth turned to pain, she slipped her caressing lips from his rod. As she raised her head, his eyes met hers. He grinned and opened his arms to her. Accepting his invitation, she scurried up to his embrace.

They kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. The sexual flavors they still carried in their months mingled, exciting her. Their warmth, the feel of skin on skin, sent fresh waves of desire trembling through her body.

I've been a month without a man and now I can't get enough of this one.

I wonder what he thinks? After all that time without knowing a woman's body, he must think he's fallen into the bed of a nymphomaniac!

"You dig it, sex I mean," he said, more of a statement than a question, when they parted.

"Everything about it," she answered. "I'm what those writers of sexy books call a ball-freak. I dig men and I like to ball. Shock you?"

"Should it?"

"It does some."

He didn't answer immediately. She felt a bit of uneasiness. Had he just realized that there were other men, and boys before him? Did it bother him? Was he one of those men who still felt a woman was a whore unless she retained her virginity until she climbed into the marriage bed?

"I don't know why it should. I like it." He looked at her, that serious expression on his face again. "I can't believe anybody else won't.

You're completely free about it. That's good, really. You give…"

"And take too!" She emphasized her remark by reaching down and giving his cock a firm squeeze. My God! This man's still hard!!!

"You know what I'm trying to say. The worst thing I could possibly think of is going to bed with a woman who felt like she was allowing you a privilege by letting you into her bed," he said. "Does that make sense?"

"In the same way this does, men who feel they're God's gift to women turn me off," she answered. Her fingers explored the rigid mass of his manhood, still unbelieving.

"What!" He shot up, bouncing her onto her back "You mean, I'm not?"

He tried to keep a serious expression, but maintained it for only a split-second before he laughed, and she joined in.

"You're crazy," she managed to say. "Absolutely crazy!"

"It's your fault. You drive me out of my mind," he said with a wide grin. "You're delightful! It's impossible not to be a bit wacko when I'm around you. Your touch turns me into a madman."

"I've got a serious side too," she said, somberly. "Though I admit I usually keep it hidden."

"Hmmmmm. I'd like to see that side of you, too. I'd like to know everything about you."

"Good, because I feel very serious right now," she replied. "Barry, I want you. I want you to make love to me, long and passionate love."

He gazed at her, his eyes a caress in themselves. "That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me."

His hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned down and kissed her. There was no hint of his roughness of the night before, and their playfulness of a moment ago was replaced by tenderness. They embraced, holding on to each other for what seemed like hours. Their hands and fingers lightly caressed, exploring their bodies.

"You really want me, don't you?" he whispered as his tongue and lips kissed down the arc of her neck.

"Yes, I really want you," she said, understanding what it was like to discover that someone actually found you sexually attractive, desirable.

"It's almost impossible to believe. If you weren't here and I weren't holding you in my arms, I'd think I was having the most beautiful dream of my life."

"I'm no dream. I'm a girl who very much wants a man named Barry Cole to make love to her."