Paul Mall - Driving Men To Distraction

He slid atop her body, his mouth covering hers again. Wedging a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she glided his cock to the throbbing mouth of her sex. His hips eased forward, slowly feeding the firmness of his presence into her belly.

Long and hard, he came into her. This wasn't the hungry rapist of the night before, or the teasing boy who had given her head. This was a man entering the body of a woman. She moaned, feeling his sex fill her, providing a satisfaction that went beyond verbal description.

Lovingly, she closed the folds of her vagina around his marvelously packing cock. She caressed the virile strength that began to move in and out of her. She savored the wonderful power of his loins, letting the steady rhythmic rock of his groin lead her toward the ultimate of pleasures.

He felt so hard and demanding within her. Yet, at the same time, he was warm and tender. She rocked her pelvis, striving to return the thrilling sensations he gave to her. As much as she had reveled in his rough treatment of the night before, this was the way he should have first had her. The loss of virginity, for man or woman, is a traumatic experience. Love and care are needed in each case to insure they receive the full enjoyment of sex. It had been an accident that their wild coupling had resulted in such pleasureful responses. Now she wanted to make sure, she gave him all she had to give-not as a ballfreak-but as a woman.

"Good," she murmured dreamily, lost in the fantastic sensations his slow-pistoning cock sent churning through her young body. "You're so good. Make it last-all day if you can. I don't want you to stop, ever!"

His hands cupped beneath the firm, apple-like mounds of her tits.

Gently, his palms caressed the sleek, perfectly rounded balls of flesh.

So warm and pleasing, his touch was like the brush of a feather, setting off new thrills within her.

For the first time in her life, she wished she had larger breasts. She remembered her brother's obvious preference for big tits and wanted to provide this young man with a similarly large pair of breasts. However, he did seem quite satisfied with the firm roundness of hers. For that she was grateful.

While he started to knead and squeeze his fingers into her tits, she swung her head around a bit, wiggling so that her mouth found the pebble-like point of one of his nipples. Using her tongue and lips, she taunted at him, delighting as the small morsel of flesh stiffened and stood rigid on his chest.

Suddenly, he rolled her to her side, her thighs sandwiching him as he continued to shaft in and out of her tight quim. Their new position allowed him easy access to their cores. His fingers found the slitted mouth of her sex and the extended bud of her clit. With no more than a few caresses, she came.

When she returned from her unbridled flight through ecstasy, she was once again on her back and he hovered above her, supported on his outstretched arms. His pelvis swung into her now. Their crotches met in wet, slamming sounds. His cock, hard and dominating, poled deeply into the welcoming recesses of her cunt.

"Yessss! Oh God, yesssss," she moaned, feeling a fresh rush of need, her body soaring toward another climax. "Goood. Sooooo good!"

She came again, skyrocketing higher and longer. Her whole body quaked and writhed under the unleashed fury of her desire.

But that wasn't the end. The magnificent man who rode atop her didn't seem satisfied with just bringing her twice. He didn't release the flood of semen boiling in his groin until she came three more times.

And when he did, she held him tightly, welcoming the spurting blasts of his release. Her hands soothingly caressed his back, shoulders and buttocks. Gratefully, she accepted the lunges and hunches of his body.

The clock on her dresser pointed straight up noon before they finally slipped from the bed to bathe together. Afterwards, Barry Cole proved himself to be somewhat of a magician in the kitchen, transforming a can of soup, a few left over potato chips, and a can of tuna into a very tasty casserole.

"It's not much, but it should make the steak tonight taste a lot better," he said.

"Steak? Tonight?"

"Yeah, I thought we go out shopping together. It could be fun," he grinned.

Cari agreed, remembering his earlier comment that he planned to stay another night. They did go shopping later, with Barry selecting two of the biggest, thickest sirloins he could find. They also found themselves in a small, dark theater showing two XXXXX-rated skin flicks. "I might be able to pick up a few pointers," Barry said as he convinced her to enter the rather shabby looking building.

Both films were rather uninspired performances, Cari thought, preferring the spontaneous performance Barry gave that night after their steak dinner. Much to her delight, he did spend the night.

And two days later, with mutual consent, he moved into her apartment.

And a month later, Cari Weston's red-haired, virgin lover asked her to become his wife.

She said yes.

"Damnit, Barry, you're not serious!" Cari stared at him, as he eased his '69 Chevy from the main highway onto a dirt road.

"Yes, I am. I thought the idea of getting away from town for a weekend at the lake would be nice. And since Dr. Charles offered to let me use his cabin, I didn't see any reason not to take him up on it," Barry said.

"But why did you invite Chance and Tanya?" She suddenly felt cold and frightened. For two months she had successfully avoided seeing her brother and his new wife. She wasn't looking forward to it now. Damn you, Barry and your surprises!

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Barry threw her a perplexed frown. "Chance is your brother, yet you act like he's some kind of social outcast.

Besides, he is my friend and Tanya is a hell of a nice girl."

"Don't I know," Cari shook her head. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. If you had an inkling of what Chance and I had going… She pushed the thought from her mind. She didn't like to think about it. "I guess I'm just being moody."

"Snap out of it, beautiful." Barry said. "We're almost there."

He rounded a curve and a small white cottage fronting a lake came into view. Chance and Tanya were already parked and standing beside their car. Cari shivered. She tried to calm herself, but it didn't help.

"We're lucky we live this far south," Barry said. "It's the end of October and eighty-five degrees. Perfect weather for a swim… or fishing."

"Fishing?" Cari looked at him again. "Is that what you and Chance plan to do?"

"Well, just a little bit," Barry grinned sheepishly. "Dr. Charles also loaned us his boat. We won't be gone long. Back by noon. Then I thought we could break the news of our upcoming wedding."

Cari didn't comment, but resigned herself to what was shaping up to be a miserable weekend. Barry's intentions were good, but there were too many things he didn't understand, things she didn't want him to find out.

Chance didn't seem too enthusiastic about the reunion either. He gave her a very brotherly peck on the cheek and a weak hug. He looked quite relieved, as was she, when Barry pulled out his fishing gear from the trunk and waved Chance toward the boat waiting on the water. Apparently he was as uncomfortable as she was, perhaps a bit embarrassed by what they had shared.

Damnit! Then why do I still want him! Cari was suddenly aware of old desires stirring within her. Chance was still a very desirable man. Did he still feel the way he once did, or had he completely buried their past?

"I don't know about you, but I thought I was coming out here to spend a quiet weekend with my man," Tanya said, interrupting Cari's disturbed thoughts. "I didn't think we'd be left to fend for ourselves."