Paul Mall: Driving Men To Distraction

"Alone at last," Chance said, pulling the beautiful girl into his arms and holding her tightly to him. "I've been waiting for this all night.

At last the lecherous old man has the lovely young virgin in his clutches. And let me warn you, my intentions are all dishonorable."

"Chance, you're awful!" She smiled, weakly trying to escape his embrace. "You shouldn't tease me like that. It isn't…"

His mouth covered hers, muffling the last words of her sentence. His tongue rushed in, taunting and teasing around within the sweetness of her mouth. She felt so damn good against him. Her tits, large and firm, were like luscious pillows just right for a man's hands and mouth. Her pelvis, melted against his, naturally and perfectly. He shoved his hips against her, giving her a full feel of his aroused cock. She shivered at the touch of the long hardness still hidden in his pants.

"… nice," she moaned in a breathless gasp as their lips parted.

"You can say that again," he replied, pulling her back for another long, lingering kiss. The nine days that separated him from finally having this girl's body seemed like nine eternities.

Her arms were around him now. Her pelvis undulated against the rigid rod of his sex. She knew damn well what she was doing to him-to herself-yet, he had never been about to break down the mental wall that commanded her to wait for the marriage bed.

"Nine days," she mumbled when their mouths drifted apart once again.

"Nine more days."

"We don't have to wait those nine days," he whispered. "We've never had to wait. I love you, you love me. Mary's gone, and your bedroom is right through that door. All we have to do is…"

"Chance, don't, please," she said shaking her head. "We've waited this long. Now all that's left is nine days. We can wait. I promise you, after that, I'll make up for the past three months. You'll never be sorry you married me. I promise you that."

He nodded, giving in to her as he had for the past three months. Nine days!

She kissed him, hard and long. There was a passionate woman hidden behind that thin sheath of virginity, he had discovered that a long time ago. Tanya wasn't afraid of sex, she wanted it, as much, if not more, than he did. She just had this hang up about her maidenhead and nice girls giving it to their husbands on their wedding night.

"We can use our hands," she suggested as they separated again.

"Do you want that?"

"You know I do. I feel like I'm about to come apart inside."

He knew what she meant. The pressure for release was growing in his loins, as it always did when he was around this black-haired temptress.

Their mutual masturbation session would have to suffice, as it had for three months.

Kissing her again, he moved her toward the sofa. They melted down atop the cushions, their hands fondling and exploring. Their tongues dueling over and around each other with increasing alacrity.

"I love you. God! You don't know just how much I love you!" Her lips were on his ear, taunting and teasing.

His fingers managed to open the buttons of her dress, slipping it over her shoulders enough to expose the braless pillows of her large tits.

White and creamy, topped by sleek, black-brown cherries, they seemed to shimmer as he tucked his head to one of them, nuzzling and sucking at its titillating form.

At the same time, he worked a hand up under her skirt. For moments, he fondled the soft, smooth interiors of her thighs, delighting as she shivered and trembled with excitement. Then, his hand rose, slipping under the elastic band of her panties and wiggling a finger into the waiting lips of her virginal cunt.

By then, she had managed to free his trousers, scooting pants and jockey shorts down around his knees. Her fingers were busily taunting the rigid shaft of manhood she had liberated. She also paid close attention to the aching testicles snuggled securely against his scrotum.

There was no problem finding the beauty's clit. it was large and extended, waiting for the intimate caress of his finger. At least four or five times larger than Cari's tiny pea-size clit, the girl's point of passion seemed to swell and expand as he lightly fondled it. Unlike Cari, the girl found no pleasure in the rough handling of her clit. For her ecstasy came with a light but steady touch.

However, she was fully aware of the fact his cock didn't need the same tender treatment. Her hand clamped around his rod in a hot, tight fist.

She jacked at him, knowing that he liked it that way. If anything, their three months had taught her a cock wasn't a delicate china doll.

For that, he was grateful.

They both were excited and needy. It didn't take more than a few minutes to bring her off, writhing and moaning in his arms. And a few moments later, he was spewing a thick spume of man-come, unleashing the desire contained in his groin.

"Just lay here, I'll go get some tissues and a wash cloth," she whispered as the last pleasure spasm passed from his prick.

He watched her rise and pull her dress back over her shoulders, then quickly disappear into her bedroom, knowing before she got to the bathroom she would stop to discard the panties she now wore-panties that were fully dampened with the flow of her own feminine juices.

Cari was waiting for him when he arrived back at the apartment. She was wearing a light blue negligee, one of those long, flowing robes of diaphanous material. She was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa in a very seductive pose. The sheer fabric of her negligee left little to his imagination, though it did increase the erotic effect of her pose.

There was something about almost bare women that seemed ten times more sexy than naked flesh.

"You're home earlier than I expected," the frosty-haired blonde greeted him.

"And I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" he said. The gown was perfect for her. It complimented her deep blue eyes and provided the correct background for her waist-length blonde hair. "And I thought you might be hungry and like an early morning snack," she replied, shifting one of her long, supple legs. For the first time he noticed she was wearing panties beneath the negligee. The covered mound of her sex made it that more alluring. "Does a couple scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast, and coffee sound good?"

"Sorry, but I'm still full from dinner. Tanya and I had a steak."

"Steak? While I had to settle for a bologna sandwich?" She smiled, noticing the lingering gaze of his probing eyes. "How about some coffee then?"

He shook his head. She wasn't wearing a top beneath the gown. The firm little globes of her breasts were clearly visible to him. The fabric of the negligee clung to their ripe form, making them sleek and shining.

It was more than obvious to him why she had chosen her attire. He had told her about Tanya's and his sex life-or lack of it. Now, little sister was making herself available to help ease big brother's frustration. He loved her for it.

"Well, I guess if you don't want anything to eat," she said with another little coy smile, "we should turn in for the night. I'll sleep in here on the couch. I won't want to compromise your virtue now that you're about to become an old married man."

He chuckled, then shook his head. "If I remember correctly we both compromised each other's virtue a long time ago. It's a little late to start worrying about that."

She turned her head from him, eyes downcast.

"Hey, baby sister, what wrong?" He quickly stepped to the couch and sat down beside her. "Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, no, it's just me." She wiped at her eyes. There were tears there.

"I just can't stop thinking about it. We've had five years together, but in another eight days it will be all over. We'll have to start acting like every other brother and sister."