She moved, helping him, standing to remove the dress over her head, revealing the budding womanliness of her, instantly, as she wore nothing under the dress. She was completely, gloriously naked… and he saw her as Athena, the Goddess of love. Indeed, she was love, incarnate.
All love resided in her. Marcy was love!
Dancing a few steps away from him, she moved to unheard music, her body shining alabaster, her long, raven hair swishing across her back, a few locks straggling over her shoulders to fall into the cleavage of her full, proud young breasts, her hips swaying, teasingly, back and forth, in imitation of sexual movements. Her rounding and tapered thighs moved with sure strength, and he watched the suppleness of her legs as they moved.
Don had to have her. Christ! He had to have her now! His penis ached, throbbingly, jerking against his pants, demanding release and relief.
He came off the couch and captured her in his arms to mash his mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and brutal. She melted into his arms and kissed him back with lips and tongue, searching deep into his mouth. Suddenly, he abandoned her mouth, and he was kissing her breasts, taking the nipples into his mouth, one by one, then moving down… down… he kissed her belly, stopping to probe into her navel. Then, he was at the vee of her loins, and he knelt to hold her around the hips while his tongue pressured into the top of her warm femaleness to search for the tiny bud of her clitoris in its warm little shrine of sex-flesh. He found it alive and quivering under his tongue. He licked and she exploded in rapture.
"Oh, yes, Don! Do it!" she murmured. "Lick me! Lick me good! Oooooooh! It feels soooooo goooooood!"
Inching backward, she leaned against a small table and spread her thighs wider, standing in wide-spaced stance, her buttocks resting on the edge of the table, half supporting her weight. Uncontrollably, her hands went to either side of his head to guide his face between her open thighs and encourage him. He used his tongue, hungrily, licking deep at her vaginal slit, the sparse, youthful curls of her pubic mound tickling softly against his lips. She pushed him away.
"Let's do it the easy way… on the lounge," she whispered, hoarsely, moving away from him.
Don got to his feet and followed her. She turned and reached for his belt, opened it and zipped down the fly of his jeans. Then, she unbuttoned his shorts to release his virile young cock into the night air, the cooling wash of it over his sensate flesh a new and different sensation. With hands on his shoulders she pushed him down flat on the garden lounge and positioned herself upside down over him, her glistening, coralline vagina inches over his face, her knees on either side of his head, as she knelt over him, her own face only inches above the hardened cock-flesh of him, spearing up into the air, massively above him, its bulbous head waving excitedly like a battle standard in the wind.
She lowered her loins slowly and teasingly to his mouth, and he used his hands to spread the soft fleshy lips of her young pussy wide apart. He clamped his mouth to the moist, now slightly pulsating mouth, the gentle movements of its own muscular nibbling action apparent to him on his lips pressed up deep between her open thighs, his tongue coming through them, now, to taste and savor, then to thrust and swirl into her cuntal opening, wildly.
The exquisite sensations in him, arcing in the nerves of his cock-head as her mouth slipped warmly and wetly down over the sensitive, throbbing flesh caused him to flex his hips to shove his member up to her. He looked down the length of his body, straining to see in the semidarkness through the arch of her breasts hanging down, soft and lush above his hard, flat belly. He could see the nipples, hard and erect, like small, ripe berries ready for picking. His cock was in her mouth, and she held the shaft of it with one hand while the other gently stroked and caressed his testicles in their soft wrinkled sac, below. Then, her lips turned in to cover the sharpness of her teeth, her mouth began to slide heatedly down his hardened length; down… down… down, encompassing him, engulfing him, slowly and continuously, until he knew that she would take it all the way back to her throat.
Don stared in utter disbelief as his thick, hard cock disappeared deeper and deeper up into her mouth and throat, her voraciously sucking lips working on him, suctioning him, as, inside her mouth, her tongue swirled and laved him. He flipped. Christ! There was nothing like it! It was out of this world! Out of sight… and still going away!
Her smoothly undulating young pussy came down harder on his face, reminding him of the mutual orality of the act, and he returned to the hungry, moist opening with renewed effort, using his lips and tongue both flow on the tiny erect bud between her legs. He sucked the tiny female phallus up into his lips, holding it while his tongue licked and caressed. He could feel the shock of it in her body, the gasping for breath around his hardened rod.
Then, Don remembered the first and only other time he had experienced oral sex. He had been at a pot party and was all toked up. Watching another couple who had, uninhibitedly, kicked off the sex scene by tearing off their clothes and making passionate love right in front of everybody, he had gotten aroused almost to the point of ejaculation. He had grabbed Betty Fowler, the youngest girl there. Even under the influence of the grass she had smoked, she had been unwilling to fuck, agreeing in stead to blow him, use her mouth to bring him to climax. She had been inept, he knew now, but she had tried… up to the point when his big cock had begun to spurt his cum into her mouth. She had gagged and made a big scene about it, causing everybody there to have a good yuck at her expense.
… But Marcy… Christ! She's an expert! She's taking my whole cock in her mouth! She'll probably swallow it… too! She hasn't gagged yet and my cock's halfway down her throat! Man! She really eats it… like it was an all-day sucker!
The building pressure in him told him that it would not be long. His cock throbbed and ached for release, the acid-like burning sensation of the held-back semen urging him to flex his hips, shoving his prick up into her mouth to counter her up-and-down movements, fucking it deeper and deeper into her oral cavern with the urgency of his youthful desire to cum.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned. "I'm ready to cum!" Her mouth moved on him faster and with increasing pressure and suction, her cheeks hollowing in and out, and a couple of times, she allowed her teeth to scrape along the hardened length of him, eliciting a sharp pleasure-pain that caused him to gasp aloud.
"Oh, Christ! That's the most…!"
It was there for him! His big cock, in her slaving mouth, exploded, spewingly, his semen, hot, white and viscous, spurting from the tip of his cock-head deep up into her mouth and throat, forcing her to swallow, voraciously. God! He came and came… and came, his sperm jetting from him in endless streams, it seemed to him. The sensations of release were exquisite; the rapture of them causing a high whine of pleasure to come from far down in his throat. Christ! She's pumping me dry!
As she licked and sucked at him and his jerking penis began to subside, the waves of muscle-relaxing euphoria of sexual release left him satiated, but he tried, manfully, to bring her, too, to climax, sucking and licking at her wildly gyrating cunt above him. Damn! Why doesn't she cum?
Events happened suddenly then. A light at the rear of the big old house was snapped on, its cone of light reaching out into the spacious back yard, but, fortunately, not out as far as the pergola where they lay in illicit sexual embrace.
Don froze. His heart pounded. He was scared. Good God! "Wh-Who…?" he strangled.
"Oh, God!" Marcy gasped. "It's my folks!"
She scrambled off him, groping for her dress. She was thinking fast. "I–I'll have t-to go in!"