Before long he was searching with his lips down her body, sucking her hardened rosy nipples through the shadow of black nylon, fondling the lower cracks of her ass, rubbing his head excitingly against her belly, finally on his knees, reaching up for the zipper and plunging it down into the nest of her crotch. Obligingly she parted her thighs, feeling the strain on their slender fronts as she turned them out, still rocking to the music in her head, the playing album now finished and off.
His head nuzzled deeper into her crotch and inexorably she felt herself being pushed back toward the couch, though only half aware of the cooperation she was affording him. Maniacally she swung her lissome body until the lashing ponytail beat on her shoulders and her cheeks. Moving forward after her on his knees the man clasped her thighs and, digging his fingers into the crevice behind her, pulled her apart until she felt she would split there. Even through the delirium of her passion she was conscious of relief when at last her calves hit the edge of the couch and she fell back onto it. Impatiently he caught hold of the edges of the flimsy garment and pulled it apart, exposing her fresh lush breasts to his gaze and hands.
He held one each in his hot, sweaty palms, roughly caressing them, squeezing her aroused, ardent nipples between finger and thumb so that she almost cried out, except that the torture was insanely wild and invigorating. Lust consumed her and she flung one stockinged, nyloned leg over the back of the couch and let the other fall to the floor, splitting herself into a limber V the better to accommodate his gaping, gnawing mouth and strong-licking tongue. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby…" he gasped, slobbering wetly about the smooth cream satin of her inner thighs, between whiles sinking his teeth gently into her taut, whitened tendons as they pulled out from her as if into the soft tender meat of a drumstick. As he moved his head slowly up her arched, upward-thrust bare belly, she caught at one of his hands in her own and pressed it down from her heaving breast, sliding along her panting flanks until he palmed her quivering cunt, and he insinuated one finger between her craving lips and rubbed his thumb on the hard node of her clitoris until she jerked and jerked again, sucking with her labia to draw him into her, hungry for her helpless hollow to be filled.
Presently his teeth and hand left her bobbing, tormented nipples, though the hand at her cleft continued to twist and tease her. In a brief flash of panic Maryon thought that he'd decided to stop, and for the first time realized that she was hopelessly, helplessly lost to the gusts of desire, and animal instincts overrode all other considerations with her. But then he was back. She knew at the back of her mind that he must have stripped off his pants, for against her face she felt the hot hard stick of his prick and the wet soft bags of his balls as he straddled her head. Reaching dreamily for him with one hand, she rubbed his parts about her cheeks, smelling the sweaty incense of him, pulling him down to run her nose along his length, then taking the loose skin of his testicles between her tiny teeth until she could suck the dangling fruit into her wide-open mouth, swilling his nuts deliciously in her swollen cheeks.
To her blurry, slitted, near-sighted vision his cock was massive, magnificent, marvelously long and broad. Positioned as she was under him, she couldn't get it into her mouth however she twisted, so she contented herself with kissing it wetly, running her twinkling, lascivious tongue along its length, licking butter from a corncob. Bending her slender neck a bit, she could see a pearl of moisture at its red, distended tip, and lovingly she curled her tongue up around to pick it off his cock-head, savoring the liquid nodule of nectar. As if her laving tongue had provided the lot touch to his fuse, Jim abruptly jumped around on her, and, removing his rampaging hand, at last laid the head of his tool at her portal's lips. He reached for her hand and placed it on him. Instinctively she grasped it, squeezing its pulsing palmful and thrusting up with her hips bravely to encompass with her sadly cunctated little cunt-lips his broad-domed driving rod.
Taller than she, he could no longer nibble on her trembling tits, though with the hand that did not support him he roved her breasts like a pirate with a chest of gems, and in her ear, as meantime he bit her lobe, she could hear him through her own red torrent of tingling blood incoherently mutter how he'd give it to her, how he'd fuck Lois, how he'd been saving for his screw, how Lois would now get what had long been coming to her, how he'd make her whimper for him and quit her whining at him, but he was not completely unaware that it was not her mother under him, Maryon realized as a thin blade of rationality cut down through her raging emotions for a second, for often, as he eased his prick heroically into her juicy tightness, he would murmur, "Thirteen-year-old pussy; a thirteen-year-old piece. Thirteen-year-old pussy; a thirteen-year-old piece!" with a shade of amazement in his words.
Utterly abandoning herself to him now, Maryon began to respond to his stronger thrusts with twisting drives of her own, letting the new-found muscles of her hot, velvet cavern use their steel fingers to draw him in. All sensation in her ran from nipples and toes down and up to her pleasure-pain-aching loins and, reaching blindly down, she caught her dark-nyloned legs behind her knees and pulled them back and apart still more, wondering why she could not get the rest of him in her that she sensed kept his crotch from grinding on hers.
His thighs smoothly riding between the shallow, silky fork of her own, he began to piston harder, stronger, battering at some blockage within her that, finally, with a sharp pain that cut into her like the slice of a razor-blade, shivered and split. "Ooooowwwwwaaaaawwwwwggggghhhhhgggnmuuhhhhh!" she cried in shock, and withdrew her bouncing ass from him, pushing at his shoulders with fragile, frantic hands and pressing her high-bent knees against the powerful bones of his hips. But his new freedom of passage only served to lash his lust to further endeavors, and her sudden tight clamping on him seemed to encourage rather than dissuade his zealous zest. Now each plunging stroke and sticky part-withdrawal rubbed her raw, but at the same time it was exactly like scratching a nettle-itch, too tantalizingly pleasant to give up despite the consequences. And when his bludgeoning blows at last beat their way to the ultimate door of her desire and his slippery key sidled with oil on its grooves into her final, canaliculated lock the clean erotic delightful delirium her instinctive constrictions sent her into washed away all semblance of hurt. Her inner body hesitated with titillating indecision whether to shrink back from the bold bumblebee invading the tiny petals of her shockingly sensitive cervix or to fleetingly, flutteringly blossom about it.
Short quick shivers consumed her whole being as her vaginal fingers clutched and clung to his swollen thrumming member and then, all too soon, her balm-dam burst and floods of golden flaming sweltering sweetness flowed from her about him, more gloriously satisfying than anything her fiery fantasies and fleet fingers had been able to achieve. And still he rode into her, sshhhwacking up and down her tremorous tunnel so that the very sound of it drew more gushing gallons from within her, so that her vitals seemed about to be sucked out of her. Then as she lay there writhing, pinned it position like a dying butterfly, a hot hard stream shot through the sundered shards of her erstwhile honey's haven and first time Maryon knew the incredible impact of an uncontrolled creaming. She sucked in her belly and roiled her hips rapidly, gasping at the repeated jets that squirted into her deepest recesses, filling them to an overflowing that laid a layer of viscous liquid between his prodding prick and her wambling walls, and clenching herself desperately about him to contain the excess and squeeze him dry. Clench – squeeze – thrust – squirt… clench – squeeze – thrust – squirt… Clench – squeeze – thrust – squirt… there seemed to be no end to it… to him… to her… to the aching misty magic moment…