Holding her dancing hips, the man between her thighs forced his cock into her hot fuck-hole.
She heard the slurpy sound and felt her soft cunt-flesh being plowed apart. She kissed the man's mouth and let him suck her tongue.
"Cammy!" he moaned in a way that she recognized.
"Blake," she laughed, "you sounded the same way the last time my cunt squeezed tight around your cock." She bit her lip and contracted her cunt-muscles again. "Like this!"
"Ohhhhh, Cammy!" Blake gasped. "Yeah, it's me. Give you a little thrill, huh?"
"Ahhhh Blake, you're giving me a thrill right now!"
Tilting her hips, Cammy writhed to make Blake fuck her. He pushed his cock deeper, wallowing his swollen cock-tip against the satin smooth flesh of her young pussy.
"Oh, yes, ohhhhh Blake, don't stop! Uhhhh, fuck me, Blake, fuck me harder!"
In the darkness of the bedroom. Blake ticked her steamy cunt. Cammy dug her fingers against his back and groaned, her ass working steadily as her pussy was filled again and again by his big, hard prick. The sheets were already wet from her fuck-juices, and she knew that Blake was wild about the way her cunt-muscles felt when she squeezed down around him. She was learning to make the beginning of her cunt-hole grip him tightly at the base of his prick. She could hold him like that and when he pulled back, the tightness stripped him. "Jesus!" he moaned.
"Uhh, uhhhh, Blake, it's getting so good. God, it itches like crazy. Keep scratching my pussy, Blake, keep scratching!"
"The way your pussy squeezes me. Ohhhhh shit!"
"I'm gonna come, Blake!" Cammy cried. "Get it in good, cause I'm gonna come!"
Blake held her, his hands almost circling her tiny waist. His mouth opened around one of her tits, puffing her nipple deep. He licked her while he fucked her, his balls swinging hard against her body, his swollen cock-head rubbing her in places she'd never been touched before. The consuming pleasure went over Cammy's skin in waves. The yearning itchy thrills made her cunt ache with tension. Her clit throbbed and stuck up hard against Blake's thrusting cock-shaft.
"Coming, coming, c-c-coming!" Camilla cried, her body snaking and jerking, her heels hooked around the backs of Blake's thighs. He ground her down into the bed, his chest flattening her small tits. Deep inside her pussy she felt his cock-tip swell. Cammy knew his come was about to spurt!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'd better pull out," Blake gasped.
"No, I want your cock inside me! Leave it in. Spew your cum inside me!"
Blake twisted her around until one of. Cammy's legs was pulled high and the other straight out. She pointed her toes as her own excitement peaked, and the shivery ecstasy of coming made her twitch and cry out.
Cammy touched Blake's balls just as he began to unload his thick cum. She felt the hot spurts deep inside her pussy. His cum was being forced into her pussy, and some of it already leaked from the tight edges of her fuck hole.
"Ohhhh, yes, I want your cum inside my cunt. Ohhhh, I want it to stay in there so my pussy'll soak it up!"
"Baby… ohhhhh… yeah… damn!" Blake held her slender body as he pumped his hot cum deep. The slishy movement of his cock was lubricated by his cum now, and Cammy felt it leaking down her ass and smeared across her thighs. She moaned and bit Blake's mouth when he kissed her. She cried out again as jolts of pleasure made her arch her back, made her nipples swell.
"What a beautiful cunt!" Blake whispered, still fucking.
"You've got so much cam!" Cammy wiped her hand down between her thighs and smeared the hot, smelly stuff across her face. She liked the musky fluids that had mixed while they'd fucked.
At last Blake trembled and lay still, and they clung to each other while Cammy's cunt continued to tighten rhythmically, milking the last few droplets of cum from her lover's prick.
"What a fuck!" she sighed. "You shouldn't have tricked me like that!"
"You dug it," Blake said. "I know you did!"
"What if it had been someone else?" Cammy teased, "and I'd dug it as much as I just did?"
"It wouldn't've been me," Blake said, but he did look a little worried. Cammy smiled as she considered how fragile these male egos could be. Every man she'd had sex with so far probably considered himself the best lover ever. It was probably best to let them go on thinking that.
"So where's your wife?"
"Out shopping." He pulled on his skivvies and turned on the bedside lamp. "Cam we'd better clear out before she comes home."
"It's kind of late to be shopping. I thought she was always tired."
"She must've gotten peppy after sleeping all day."
"Now that I'm here, I was hoping we could spend some time together."
"We just did."
"I mean more than just some time in bed. Couldn't we go somewhere?"
"I'm busy, and besides my wife might see us."
"We could drive to Morriston."
"Don't have time." Blake tossed her clothes at her. "Call me up next week."
When she was outside walking again, Cammy had a moment of anger followed by a spasm of self-pity. Who did Blake think he was anyhow? He was one hell of a lover, but when ft came to being a gentleman, she couldn't give him very good grades. Didn't he appreciate her? Didn't he appreciate the fact that she was willing to give herself to him with no questions asked?
"If he wasn't so good in bed. I wouldn't even try to see him again!"
The next morning when she came down to breakfast, her father put down his paper and gave her a questioning smile.
"Well, how's your math coming along? Going to make those good grades you need?"
"I don't think you have a thing to worry about," Cammy said.
"For someone who was pretty far behind, you sure seem confident."
"I am." Cammy smiled, thinking of Mr. Anderson's promise. She'd worked hard for her grades all right, even if the labor couldn't be called academic.
"I'm so glad to hear that," her mother gushed. "I just knew you could make grades if you put your mind to it."
"Actually I set more than just my mind to it."
"How so?" her father asked. "What I mean," Cammy hurriedly said, "is that you have to throw yourself into any challenge. You have to give your all."
"Yes," her father said, nodding. "I see what you mean."
Cammy was relieved that he didn't see what she meant.
"So this new tutor you found really knows his stuff," her mother put in.
"Oh, yes!" Cammy smiled. "He really knows his stuff."
"And you've been working with your teacher, too," her mother added.
"Yes, after I got to know Mr. Anderson, I realized he wasn't so bad. The other evening he really gave me his full attention. He thinks I'll be making a very high grade in his class this semester."
"He was pleased with your ability to learn fast, I suppose," said Cammy's father.
"I guess so." Cammy had to look away. Though she'd enjoyed the little word game with her folks, she didn't think she could sustain it much longer. She was actually getting hot just thinking about sex while they thought she was telling them about her academic progress.
"Oh, by the way," her mother said, "Ralph has been calling. He said he just has to see you about something important."
"I'll bet."
"You like Ralph, don't you?" asked her dad.
"He's all right."
"He seems like such a nice, clean cut boy," Cammy's mother rambled on, "and these days that's a rare thing to find. Most boys are out to get girls to do things they'll be sorry for later."
"If you'll excuse me, please," Cammy said, taking her plate to the kitchen. She grabbed her books and sweater, said goodbye to her parents and went out the front door. She wasn't halfway down the block when Ralph honked and stopped beside her.
"Want a ride?" he called, opening the door on her side. Cammy shrugged and got in. Ralph gave her a long look as he slipped into first gear and roared off. "You don't look so worried anymore. The tutoring must be going pretty good, right?"