The thick cock began stretching her tight little passage. She was all wet and seething hot inside.
Self-control was slowly slipping from her. There was nothing quite as important to her now as wild, totally abandoned fucking on his erection.
She dropped.
Both gasped as his cock shot powerfully up her cunt. The sudden intrusion all the way into her belly had been unexpected in its result.
The girl had thought it would be like having any other cock stuffed up her quim. It wasn't. This cock twisted and pulled her new, wonderfully sensuous new directions. It took several seconds for her cunt walls to expand and take his entire length.
Until then, they were both gasping with extreme lust.
"Goddamn, you're fuckin' tight!" he moaned. "I can't wait to get it really going in you!"
"You're filling me up! You're going to break me apart with that huge prick of yours. I… I never, ummm, oh! 'I never thought…"
"Start moving, girl, start getting that ass of yours in gear!" he demanded.
She obeyed. Her body demanded it as much as the youth pinned under her. Slowly swinging back and forth, she made sure her cunt was properly reamed out – by his buried cock. The broad arrowhead of his cockhead burrowed deeper and deeper up her twat as she squirmed around.
The waves of joy washing away from her cunt threatened to drown her. She was totally covered by sweat now. She could ~see the orange hands gripping her fits, orange rivulets of sweat running down her naked body. This strange sight turned her into a frenzied woman seeking nothing but total sexual gratification.
Her body rose and then sank back down onto his prick. Over and over, she repeated the maneuver. She was fucking herself with deliberate slowness.
Building up inside her was the pressure of unfulfilled sexual need. It would soon come crashing over her senses and she'd cum. Until then, she was going to make sure she got the maximum turn-on possible.
"That's the way," he urged her on. "My cock feels like it's on fire now. And your cunt's squeezing it to death!"
"Just like you're doing to my poor little fifties!"
"Little? Ha! They're just right for me. See?"
He squeezed down even harder. The rock-hard pebble of her nipple sprang out from between his thumb and forefinger. He took the marble in his fingers and began rolling it around. He repeated the action on her other boob. She was gasping, rolling it around. He repeated the action on her other boob. She was gasping, fighting for breath, trying to enjoy to the utmost the pleasure he was giving her.
"More, oh, shit, more!"
"Up and down you go, then!"
It was a strange sight, the two of them bathed in the orange light, locked together at the genitals, fucking madly.
Neither would have cared. They were too engrossed in the sensations filling their bodies.
The girl was totally possessed by the demon of lust now. She fucked herself with deliberate long, strong strokes. She rose until just the purpled head of the youth's cock spread her pussy lips. With the huge crown splitting her, tickling her inner sex lips, she'd twist and turn around a little, then simply relax.
Gravity did the rest. Her body came plummeting down around his steely prick like a meteorite falling from outer space. It wasn't exactly what she needed to stroke the fires burning in her body.
Faster and faster she repeated the action. Soon, they were working together. As she would come smashing down, he'd lift his hips up from the counter driving his cock skyward. His prick would spear hard into her cunt as she dove down.
Their crotches ground together in an erotic spasm, then they would separate again. The fucking was long, prolonged, hard-loving.
When the boy could no longer maintain his control, he groaned once, mumbled,
"Oh, shiiit! I…" and then fountained out his cum into her wanton cunt.
The first touch of his flaming hot jism set off her orgasm. She screamed and cried until tears ran down her cheeks. And she kept her hips working wildly up and down in a strong fucking.
Her insides burned with the flames of passion. The jolting of their bodies colliding sent messages of, pure lust all the way up her spine and into her brain.
Finally, the fireworks exploded in her skull. Her entire body was racked with her' cum. She screamed even louder as the ultimate human pleasure took control of her body and tossed her all around the impaling spike of his still geysering prick.
Then it was all over.
Panting, she looked down at the sweat-beaded face and laughed. The orange light gave it such a peculiarly bizarre aspect it was funny.
"You know how to make it different, Sid, that's for sure. This bit with the funny orange light really got me going."
"Hell," he snorted. "And all this time I thought it was my cock."
"Oh, it was, it was! But I get off on the little things, too. And your cock's anything but little!"
"Glad to hear that. If you're not doing anything tonight, how about you and me going to the dance? I think our unique abilities of fitting together, working in cramped spaces, and so forth, might be just the ticket."
"Why not? As I said, you seem to appreciate the little things."
Sid looked at her strangely, then laughed.
Laurie thought she'd found a winner in Sid. He appreciate her need for the difference in balling. He wouldn't be dull like Jack. She was certain of that.
CHAPTER FOUR
"God, Laurie," exclaimed Sid as he stood in the door of her house. "If you wear that to the dance, they'll throw us in the slammer for inciting a riot!"
"You like the outfit? I put it on just for you?" She almost laughed as she looked down and saw his hard-on through his jeans. It didn't take much getting Sid excited.
Sid wouldn't have described his condition in exactly the same way that Laurie would. It took damn little clothing to get him excited. And that was precisely what she wasn't wearing. Clothing.
The halter top left so little to his imagination his mouth was almost watering.
The twin globes of her fits bulged up and threatened to spill out of her top at any instant. The shirttails of the blouse had been pulled together and knotted just under her boobs.
And the flat, smooth plain of her belly was disturbed only by her deep, sensuous bellybutton. And Sid was definitely disturbed by that. He wanted to drop to his knees and shove his tongue into that depression, drag his tongue all over her stomach and then, and then…
He couldn't decide.
The skirt she had on was a micro-mini that barely covered her ass. He hadn't seen anything that short in ages and ages. It wasn't stylish. And he didn't give a shit. It showed off the girl's legs to the best advantage. Long, lithe, they flashed whitely in the dimness of the hail light.
As Laurie brushed against him going out the door, Sid noticed something else about her dress. He couldn't see the telltale line showing where her panties were. Any skirt that tight would have to reveal her undies. He could tell she wasn't wearing the panty-hose with the built-in panties. She wasn't wearing stockings of any kind. That was warm, wonderful flesh with nothing between it and his hand.
The thought shocked him. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all!
Just that thin halter top with her fits almost falling out and the skin-tight skirt barely covering her ass. That was it. And she was naked under the top and the skirt.
"You've figured it out, haven't you, Sid?" she said sweetly.