He bent down and licked each firm point, then drew one into his mouth.
Lily's hand squeezed his wadded cock and balls. He feasted on her titties, licking circles around the nips, suckering onto them, pulling, then yawning and trying to swallow an entire, soft, plump, luscious cone. He fisted it, hardening the flesh, nibbled and sucked.
Lily moaned, "Oh-h, Sonny, that's so good!" Her hips squirmed about and her legs scissored, rubbing each other.
He teased her tit ends with soft, wet kisses.
She said, "Your cock is growing."
He glanced down and saw the head protruding from her fist. As he watched, she kneaded and tugged it. The stem was fattening. She gave it a slow, squeezing, jerk-off action.
He was amazed at the eager growth so soon after he had come.
He said, "Gosh, it's getting up. Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"You silly ass, why do you think I'm pulling it?"
He grinned and raised, climbing over her leg. As he did this Lily's thighs spread slowly, like lightly gilded white wings. He gazed at her pussy, the wet-matted hair and the ovaled lips exposing the pink length of her slit, the raised, slim inner labia, the darkness of her hole. She pulled at her knees, turning up her buttocks, showing her asshole pucker in its whorl of dark hairs.
He looked up her belly to the conical rise of her pretty tits, then to the dark eyes smiling at him.
"Come on," she whispered.
"It's not quite hard."
"Let it harden inside me." She grasped it. He levered forward. She squeezed his limber cock against the vertical trough of her cunt, lubricating the length of it. She nipped the head down into the mouth of her vagina. He pushed. It was not yet rigid but it slid in. Her fingers walked up it, drawing inward, forcing cock into her hole.
He lowered, rested on his forearms, his chest touching her nipples. His cock sort of uncoiled then, and slid up her cunt.
Lily giggled. "It just shot right into me!" She wrapped her arms about his shoulders. He felt her heels press his buttocks. Her mouth sought his. As they kissed his prick filled out and became solidly implanted in her belly.
Her cunt pulled at him, squeezing quirkily at his stem.
He said, "There, is that your, what you call it, sphincter?"
She laughed. "You're learning, you stupid prick. Did you think that all I've got in my crotch is a hole? Here, feel this."
A soft, wet gulping washed his cock, sort of sucking it.
He grinned. "I guess because girls haven't anything that shows, guys think they're just splits to stick it into."
Lily's response was a stronger cunt sucking. Her heels dug into his ass, nudging him in deeper. A rocking movement, began, a rhythmic heaving. Ending each roll, Lily said, "Oh-h, good!"
He felt calm, aware of every curve and dimple of her body, of her titties forever changing form under his movements, of her hot belly, of his loins weighing on her mound. She had called it a cushion. It was also the fulcrum on which they balanced. He lengthened his strokes, delighting in the squishy way his cock sludged up her curved vagina. His loins slipped into the moist spread of her cunt lips, flattening them.
She mouthed his ear and whispered, "I won't call you a dumb prick any more. Instead, I'll say darling.
He chuckled. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, knowing that he loved Lily. He had been a dumb prick for not having done this long ago.
"Darling," he whispered.
Her hips had begun wrenching through short arcs each time he shoved in. The suction was much stronger, the pull of his hot cock a delicious caress. He surrendered to this sweet gulping. He gave her vigorous but unhurried thrusts. to work on. He lost track of time and place. Her father was supposed to come home in two hours. Even if they fucked that long and got caught at it, he would not care.
She said, "Put your hands under my behind. Hold me up."
She arched. He slid his hands down and clutched her plump buttocks. She gave a grunt of satisfaction as he lifted her, snuggling firmly into her crotch.
Gosh, his prick seemed to penetrate a yard this way.
Lily squirmed on the length impaling her.
She choked, "Darling, I'm starting to come. Shoot off in me, huh?"
"Lily, I'm in no hurry."
Her arms vised on his shoulders. "But honey, I want it. Just fuck me so hard that you come. Shoot my cunt full of your jism. Huh?"
Bowed over her, as though lifting a great weight, he hipped in, bucking high, smacking loudly in her open spilt, giving longer strokes, his scrotum flying and thumping her ass.
"Aggh!" she cried. "Sonny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His cock was an iron immensity whipping in and out, as big as his Forearm and fist, driving into her sucking hole, emerging to cooling air, and then, as he grunted, plunging in full length.
Her feet were braced on his back. She had arched up and was hip-jerking wildly, crushing her twat lips on his loins.
He gave a shout of joy as he slammed in. His glee, his love for Lily, were too much to express. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue to her throat.
He rooted frenziedly in her cunt.
He began flying then. His body whipped like spring steel, smashing the tremendous bulk of his cock into her.
He went rigid. Lily shrieked and stopped dead for a split second while his balls climbed up into his cock and squirmed through. He lunged and his nuts shot off, spewing into her.
She whacked at him, her cunt milking in uncontrolled, gulping seizures.
His second shot seemed to blow holes in her. She collapsed.
He cried, "I've got more! Lily, are you over the top?"
"I'm over two tops," she panted. "Honey, I'm coming again. Give me the rest of it."
He slammed in. Lily screeched and hammered at him and clawed his back. Her hips were swinging through huge circles, winding up until they exploded in voracious cunt gulps sucking his semen.
His testicles were empty but he fucked on, driving Lily over yet another peak of orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
At the office Kit escaped her lust for Sonny through work. The boss had heaped her desk with reels of tape to be typed up, stacks of documents for photo-reproduction, and wads of memos. He had already taken the bag of golf clubs he kept at the office and headed for the country club.
Her job was largely a matter of organization, having a girl Photostat the documents, routing the tapes through the typing pool-later she would correct the spelling and send the stuff back to be retyped-making phone calls dictated by the memos, and filing it all away.
She kept an eye on the office's trysting ground, the water cooler.
When she saw Don Whitlaw head for it she abandoned work, fluffed her hair, and set out on the prowl.
Sauntering toward him she felt her cunt lips squish together. She was as randy as a cat on a rooftop.
Don was a grinning, lanky, disjointed, floppy haired guy with melting eyes.
He said, "Here comes Mrs. Pretty. Hello, Mrs. Pretty."
"Pretty what?" She knew what they called her.
"Knees," he said. "Mrs. Pretty Knees."
She filled a paper cup with ice water. Tasting it, she made a wry face. "Lousy beer, huh?"
"As beer, it is watery." He was looking at her breasts. She wore a yellow summer dress with thin shoulder straps, the bosom scooped out, a garment she had chosen for his delectation. He leered at her cleavage. "Mrs. Knees, you sure are pretty."
"But thirsty. This being beer season." She knew Don was a beer drinker.
"Well! The boss is off for the afternoon. And Barney's Bistro has suds on tap."
"Let's split this scene," Kit said.
Her plan to seduce Don Whitlaw ran into nothing but snags. They were no sooner ensconced on barstools at Barney's when a guy from the shipping department appeared, saying he had guessed from their departure that the big boss had left for the day.