Nell Morrow - Her Peak Of Passion

She didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy. It was Carl, but yet it was as if she were in a trance herself.

She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cunt-lips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the ripples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. Jo was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it. Maybe something belonging to Carl, dream or not

Her ass-cheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of health and desire that crept all over her skin.

Carl had approached her now and was on his knees, his nose near her rear. Jo could see his reflection in the mirror. She started to jump away, then froze momentarily. She decided to pretend to ignore him.

She bent over slightly as if to examine her breasts more closely. She felt the tip of Carl's nose around the sensitive area of her thighs and crotch. Feeling the touches of his nose, even though it was cold, caused her to shiver with pleasure.

She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for his tongue, should he decide to lick her.

Sure enough, Carl's tongue flicked out and ran up the hollow of her groin and brought more shivers to her skin where it touched. It passed up the tender, trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light.

Now Carl moved around on his knees in front of her and she still pretended he wasn't there. She closed her eyes and acted as though nothing was happening, except in her own imagination.

Carl licked at her belly button as if trying to penetrate it, and then passed on, tongue licking, to the hollow between her breasts. When the tongue was lapping at the space between her tits, he moaned and squeezed her tits together firmly, delighting in the feel of that solid hunk of tongue her breasts were wrapped around.

Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her.

Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. It was still sore from Dale's working over, but she never really felt the pain.

She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as Carl continued to lick downward.

He reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch, his tongue parting her pubes on its silky path. She felt it move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and made her buttocks tremble. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed.

Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mineshaft of gold ore. The tip of Carl's tongue slid along the slippery folds of the inner lips and paused at the entrance.

She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage to go ahead and let the tongue fill her body with its fire.

She watched it all in the mirror. The effect was devastating to her desire. The wide tongue slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely.

Then the sucking motion began again, and she could feel the tongue jerking and lapping as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received and was begging for more.

Carl pushed farther and his tongue popped inside her. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the hot tongue. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over.

She realized, too, now, that Carl was real and not a part of her previous fantasy. He was giving her the licking of her life.

His tongue slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of his tongue; how could a tongue reach so far into her, she questioned, but her pussy only hungered for more.

She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that tongue all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.

At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to.

She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. Dale had screwed her until she thought she couldn't screw again and it was good. But this, well, she decided this was all together different. At the moment, she had a young boy's tongue inside her cunt. Soon she would feel his juvenile cock probing her depths. She shivered uncontrollably in anticipation.

She moved over toward her bed, trying to keep from arousing Jenny. She didn't want to share Carl. She sat on the floor beside the bed, drawing her knees up. She spread them widely and put her hands at her crotch. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror, because Carl was licking at it from her side. The sight thrilled her, and she suddenly wanted his cock inside her.

Patting her pussy, Jo motioned for him to fuck her.

He rose up and, catching her arm between his two hands, he made her feel his cock, now hard as a rock and hitting her in the side. She pulled him around in front of her again and pushed her titties outward so his cock would strike them as he pumped his hard-on against her flesh. She thrilled at the touch of the hard, stabbing sex object, briefly entertaining the idea of taking it in her mouth and letting him fuck her there. But, from deep inside her, a longing for it to be buried in her cunt welled upward, and she discarded the idea.

What an extraordinary sight it was to closely view a juvenile cock, all red and wet-looking, swollen into a mass of satisfying pleasure. What a great thrill also, to have that long wet cock fucking away at her titties, she thought. Jo found new strength and suddenly got to her feet, Carl clinging to her side frantically and continuing with his fucking movement. She dragged him to the bed and lay down on it, face down, her ass on the edge of the bed, and her knees on the floor.

Carl was on her instantly, clutching at the roundness of her ass in order to get a hold. Jo could feel his stabbing cock striking the flesh of her ass. God, his penis was so hard! It hit her with all the force of a hammer, actually causing a great degree of pain when it repeatedly struck her flesh. No matter, she figured, she wanted that stabbing prick inside her, so she enjoyed it in a perverse way. God, she wanted it inside of her. She waited with her breath held in for him to strike the correct spot. He {lid so almost immediately, wildly, frantically plunging his hard cock up her ass instead of her cunt, and doing it so roughly that she nearly passed out from the hellish pain of it. It was indescribable and frightening. Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill of her lifetime, and perhaps, the greatest thrill she would ever know.