Paul Mall: Driving Men To Distraction

Her earlier nervousness melted in the growing fires he ignited in her loins. Despite Cari's recent oral caresses, she felt every cell in her body crying out for this man, aching to feel him sliding into the willing gash of her pussy.

"Now," she moaned, tugging at the firm stalk of his cock. "Give me this … now."

Anticipation raged within him as he slid atop the voluptuous bed of her body. His balls were rock-hard and aching. His cock was a rigid spike of need and lust. He groaned as her expertly guiding hand eased his glans to the moist mouth of her belly.

Almost of their own volition, his hips plunged, shafting his swollen cock into the luxury of her hot, tight cunt. He skewered her, slamming every inch of his thick stalk up into the edacious tunnel of her love mound in one hard, grinding lunge.

"Aggarahhhhhh!" She lurched under him. Her arms flew around his waist, clinging tightly. The taut walls of her cunt squeezed down, molding themselves to the bulky contours of his drilling rod.

Big and thick, he splayed open her body and filled the wanton hole of her juicy pussy. That swollen difference of his shaft was very noticeable now. She felt stretched and packed. But there were no complaints; she loved it, showing her approval by undulating her pelvis, washing the spongy folds of her quim around the ponderous mass of him.

The flaming-haired man riding atop her supine body said a silent thank you to his future wife and her brother in the next room. Without them, this moment wouldn't have happened. Without them he wouldn't have known the fantastic sensations of burying his throbbing prick in the burning cunt of this seductive goddess.

The woman under him shared his gratitude. After twenty-two years of protecting her virginity, she had learned to love the feel of a man deeply entrenched within her body during her two months of marriage.

Now in the matter of an hour, she had discovered the pleasures of another woman, and the delight of taking a man, other than her husband, into her bed.

Surrendering herself to the man pressing down atop her, pinning her willing nakedness to the bed, she lost herself in the forceful lunges of his driving piston of manhood. Her hips rocked up and down, rhythmically accepting the meaty offering of his sex.

In and out, he fucked the tight slash of the woman's cunt. His cock was a searing wand of need. The clinging folds of her quim gripped at him, inciting a sexual friction that blasted down to his lust-laden balls.

Out and in, she welcomed the bludgeoning ramrod of desire that impaled her. She gripped at his buttocks, pulling at him. It seemed at that moment she was unable to get enough of him, unable to pull him deep enough into the wanton recesses of her body.

She lifted her knees toward the ceiling. Immediately, his lancing sword of flesh drilled deeper into the slippery sheath of her vagina. She bucked, thrusting her pelvis high to meet the slamming descent of his cock. She jerked back down, her rounded ass bouncing on the mattress beneath her.

Like a wild man, he rammed the adamant spike of his cock into the tender slit of her sex. His balls were afire. His temples pounded like a brass drum. Harder and deeper he reamed into the saddle of her supine body.

"Yes, yes, yesssss," she hissed in a wanton plea of need. "Fuck me.

Fuck me!"

He did. In complete abandon, he recklessly drilled and poled the steamy hole of her cunt. Deeper and deeper her body seemed to open to him, yet that fiery tightness remained, squeezing and gripping at his shaft.

Close! She was so close. Her nerve endings burned white-hot. Her thighs quivered and trembled. The aching channel of her pussy contracted and relaxed. She milked herself along his thick length, as though she was gobbling at his cock.

Higher and higher she soared on a one-way trip to ecstasy. And when she came, it was like a whirlwind of pleasure. She cried out, totally controlled by the pistoning prod of passion that so fully packed her writhing body.

His own will crumbled. No longer could he contain the hot lava aflame in his loins. He threw himself into her, rooting his throbbing cock in the hot interior of her quim. He groaned, jerking as that first rush of semen spurted through his length and blasted outward.

Again and again, fountains of lust spewed from the twitching head of his prick. Gratefully he emptied what seemed like a gallon or two into the willing tunnel of her cunt. Then, savoring the fulfilling and satisfying sensations that filled him, he lay atop her panting and heaving body.

"Good," she murmured, her arms and hands softly caressing his back.

"That was good. One fantastic way to get acquainted."

He kissed her and rolled from her nakedness before his weight became a burden rather than a pleasure. "One hell of a way to get acquainted!"

"We should do it more often," she said, snuggling closely to his body.

He smiled, once more agreeing with her. Her hand was weaving through the light-orange-red hairs of his chest. It felt soothing and relaxing.

"Do you think Chance and Cari are still in the other bedroom?" she asked, her hand drifting to his stomach, tickling at his navel.

"Probably, if I know Cari," he answered. "Why?"

"I was just wondering if I kissed that lovely cock of yours I could get it hard again," she said, rolling her dark eyes up to him. They flashed with a lusty glint.

His balls lurched within the confines of their sac. The mere thought of those luscious red lips wrapped around his dork sent fresh sensations of arousal through his groin.

"There's only one way to find out," he grinned, watching as she eased down toward his crotch and the sleeping length of his prick, still slick and shining with a coat of her own juices.

In another moment, he was watching those red, caressing lips, slide down, down along that same length.

Cari's gaze moved over the three other people sitting on the carpeted floor of the living room of the small cottage. They were as naked and unashamed as she was.

"Chance promised me a quiet weekend at the lake," Tanya was saying. "I never expected anything like this."

"I don't think any of us did," Chance replied. His eyes flashed to Cari and he smiled. "But, for one, I'm glad that it did. I feel a hell of a lot better now that everything is out in the open."

"You won't find me complaining," Barry said in a deep, breathless voice. He had just taken a bit over a joint of marijuana and was holding the smoke in his lungs. "Who wants the next toke?"

Tanya took the yellow stick and sucked at it, then passed it to Cari, who did likewise. She was already feeling a slight buzz, not a high, but a mellow floating feeling. As she exhaled, she passed the joint to her brother.

"This is giving me the munchies," she said. "Is anyone else hungry?"

Chance raised his hand while he inhaled the marijuana. Both Barry and Tanya nodded. "Soon as we finish this number, I'll get us something from the kitchen," Cari said. "I think there's some wine left and we brought a wedge of cheddar cheese and some crackers."

"How'd you and Cari get together?" Chance said turning to Barry. "You two haven't kept in touch, despite the fact we only live across town."

"Something we won't let happen again," Barry assured him, letting his hand run over Tanya's thigh.

"He raped me," Cari piped.

"What?" Tanya's black eyes grew wide. She feigned mock terror as she cringed away from Barry. "You beast!"

"Sort of raped her," Barry grinned, then briefly related the events of that first night with Cari. The young blonde noted he left out the fact he had been a virgin at the time. She understood. It had been hard enough for him to tell her. To admit it before another man would have been impossible.