"Do you like my tits?" she cooed.
"They're perfect," he said, moving his hand faster, in longer strokes, on his cock.
Indeed they were beautiful. With the support of the bra gone they still didn't move, but stood out from her body in their rounded perfection. The areolas were heavily veined, pink and almost as large as the ends of the breasts they tipped. At their ends the nipples rose in hardness, twinkling at him, inviting his lips and tongue to taste their sweetness.
She kneaded them with her hands, pushing them together to form a deep valley of dark cleavage. Massaging the nipples, between her fingers, they grew even longer and harder. She tightened her fingers pressure until he could swear he saw a tiny droplet of clear liquid ooze from each nipple.
He was gasping now, the head of his cock glowing like an angry red bulb as it disappeared and reappeared from beneath his foreskin.
She carefully rolled her panties down and kicked them from her body, revealing the heavy, matted bush of her black cuntal hair. She stood with her legs just a little apart so the rounded curve of her tightly clasped cuntlips could be seen just under the heaviest part of her bush. Inside her cuntlips, the pinkness darkened and beneath them he could see the rounded bottoms of her perfect buttock. They gleamed white against the darker skin on the inside of her thighs.
He almost whimpered as he moved to her, his cock bouncing in front of his body, its length stiff and straight as it pointed toward her cunt. He groaned in desire as his hands roamed over her belly, her hips, then down across her thighs and up to her cunt. His cock jerked up and down between them, a silver stand of cum seeping from its head as he combed the thick hair of her cum-box with his fingers, letting the tips bask in its softness.
"Do you want me, David?" she sighed. "I mean, really want me?"
"It seems as though I've always wanted you," he replied.
"Then what about all those other girls? What about Lucille Cary?"
"Honey," he said, again riveting his eyes on the dark lushness between her thighs, "there's nothing like you… like this."
The thin hair-lined slit of her tight, virginal little cunt was barely visible beneath the softly tempting curls nestled up between her full luscious thighs. Marcy rolled onto her back, spreading her legs even further apart and exposing her entire cuntal area up between them.
The sweat of extreme excitement was forming on his forehead as the boy reached down just below her naked belly and teasingly flicked the tantalizing little bud of her tiny pink clitoris with his finger.
Then, experimenting further, he slowly drew the thinly hair-covered lips of her cunt apart, exposing the moist pink interior flesh and the entrance to her virginal cuntal passage. Below, he could see the tight elastic ring of her tiny, slightly puckered asshole.
"Take me, David," she said. "Go ahead! I'm ready… put it inside me!"
He was like a zombie as he lowered his cock closer and closer to her sweet pussy. His body was shaking so badly he could barely hold his weight above her.
Closer and closer the bulbous head throbbed toward its mark. She smiled as she watched. At last, she thought, I'm going to do it. I'm really going to do it. His cock is going to ram clear up in me.
And then his prick leapt and jumped, pouring sperm in great globs all over her belly.
"Oh shit, shit, shit," he said, rolling away from her.
She looked at the thick, creamy gobs across her belly and breasts.
She still hadn't been fucked.
But she liked it.
CHAPTER TWO
Even though Marcy had been totally frustrated, she was partially satisfied with the ability she had shown in submerging her fear and allowing him to go as far as he had.
She went right to sleep that night. And even though she slept soundly, the dream she had that night was equally as wild and sex-filled as the previous one.
The difference was that this time she was the dominant one, the aggressive one, the one who wanted the sex.
She welcomed the dream.
"Do you like it?" Marcy said, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, referring to the picture David held in his hands. It was of her, nude, lying on the bed with her legs spread high in the air. "You can see all the way up my cunt."
"It's ugly… it's obscene," David said.
Marcy didn't move. She was standing with her gorgeous legs spread, the muscles in them taut, as if she were acting as a barrier between him and the door in the event he anticipated dashing around her and out the door. He looked as if that was what he wanted to do.
"I think it's pretty," she said, "I wish it were alive so I could eat that pussy. Wouldn't you like to eat my pussy, David?"
"Of course not," he said, his hands shaking so much he dropped the picture.
She laughed heartily, grabbed her breasts and hugged herself. Her eyes watered with her mirth, but she stopped as abruptly as she had begun.
"Get undressed, David," she said, unbuttoning the thin sweater she wore, spilling her tits into view, the nipples long and hard, distended with the lust she seemed to constantly possess. She threw the garment down, grabbed her bare tits and sensuously kneaded them.
"You're crazy," he said. "I'm not going to bed with you."
Rut his cock was hard as iron and his balls ached. His tongue darted along his lips as he thought of the silken texture of her cunt, the bounciness of her big tits, her hard, high ass, clenching as he fucked cum into her.
She wriggled out of her skin, stood there in panties so thin that he could see the lush hairy mound of her slit. The silken material was wet with her dribbling juices, and as it pressed tightly into her crotch, the darker lines and folds of her puffy labia were visible, making him groan with desire to plunge his meat between them and experience the slick, luscious depths of her steaming cunt.
"Get undressed, David," she commanded, hands on her hips as she looked down at him where he squatted by the bed. "You want to fuck me. You want to ram your lovely cock up me. Now get undressed."
He found his hands working up his shirt, flipping the buttons open as his eyes were riveted to the lushness of the body he would soon feel warmly under him, wrapped around his cock.
She slid her panties off, baring her treasure completely. She opened her cuntlips with her lingers and displayed the sucking tunnel eagerly awaiting him, the downy pussy whose hot depths would suck out the cum from his balls.
David found that he had removed his shirt completely and that his hands, like animals with thoughts and ideas of their own, moved to his trousers, anxiously working at the zipper to free his stiff cock and get his balls out where she could lick and fondle them.
"Quickly," she said.
She flipped the dim light off.
"I'll suck you off first," she promised. "Quickly, David darling, I want to feel your dick in my mouth. Quickly…"
He could feel the flick of her tongue underneath the massive prick as it fucked into her face. Now and then teeth nipped the bulging mass of male meat, always on the verge of pain, and at the peak of pleasure.
It was good. His big fat prick plunging into her mouth was good and it was delicious. His cum was sweet in her throat. Her cheeks sucked in to make a vacuum and to afford yet another smooth, wet surface for his bulbous knob to brush against.
She made her mouth draw on his cock as if the flesh of her tongue were a pussy. She groaned with joy as she milked a stream of male juice from his bloated balls. His cock struck the back of her throat as her lips mashed into his curling pubic hairs.
She took all of his cock, stuffing it down her tight throat where she knew he would cum directly into her belly. She took her mouth from the head of his cock for a second. "Fuck me, dammit!" she yelled up into his contorted face. "Fuck my head… fuck my face… What the hell are you waiting for?"