"Much fatter," he answered, beginning to stroke my thighs way up under my dress. He was touching me high up on the outside of my leg just below my hip bone. I knew I shouldn't be letting him do it, but it was beginning to feel good to me and deep down in my drunken mind I.thought, "May I can do it with him. Maybe I can get the kind of wild new thrill I'm in need of. If I suck his cock for him."
Then I felt his fingers steatlthily creep around to the inner side of my leg. It was right near the crotch of my pantyhose and if I'd been wearing regular panties instead of panty hose he could have just slipped his finger under the elastic and I would have felt it playing in my hairs. As it was, he could only rub me across the tight material that covered my pussy and let me feel the pressure of his finger in the tight crack. And that's just what he did. Soon I was feeling a good solid warmth an around between my legs.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself. "If this keeps up I'm finally going to wind up getting myself screwed. And I'd much rather have his prick in my mouth than between my
legs."
By this time Larry wasn't bothering to talk anymore, he was just giving my pussy the old once over through the thin, mesh material of pantyhose. It felt so good I didn't try to stop him at all. In fact, I began sliding up and down slowly on the bed in rhythm to the movements of his skillful fingers. When he felt me doing this he rolled over on his stomach and I heard his shoes hit the floor. I couldn't help what I did next, Diary. I was getting such a good feeling from his fingers that I let my legs out real wide apart so he could play with me better. When I did that he knew I was going to let him do more with me, and I guess he was hoping it would be a lot more. I wasn't consciously thinking at the time how far I would let him go, but I wasn't considering stopping him at any certain point, either. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy it as long as it kept feeling as good as it was.
I even stretched my foot down and pushed off my shoes, just as he had done. When Larry heard them hit the floor, he hunched up closer to me and reached his hand way up to where the top of my pantyhose were. He wriggled his finger underneath and started slipping them down. 'The Elastic made them tight on me but he managed to get them pulled down below the part of my body he was most interested in and it didn't take him long to do it. Then he placed his finger right at the top of my crack
and started fooling around with the little nubbin at the top. I was fifteen before I found out that was called the "clit," Diary, but it wouldn't have mattered whether I knew the name or not. When Larry touched me there I felt myself getting hotter between the legs than I could even remember for a long time. I guess it was because he was so soft and gentle about it.
Then I felt a hand go to work on my tits. First he just rubbed his hand all over the front of my dress and played with them a little bit by pinching them lightly through the material. Before long I felt the buttons of my dress being undone and I knew I was about to feel his fingers on my bare flesh. When he'd made me naked above the waist by completely opening my dress and letting it down to my waist, I thought, "Oh well, why not?" and I raised myself up off the bed and slipped my dress off over my head. That left me lying on my back below Larry with nothing on but my black net brassiere and my sheer black pantyhose, which were already down around my knees.
For a minute he raised up higher so he could get rid of his own clothes. Then I felt the touch of his nakedness on my stomach and legs. It was then that he started talking again.
"Oh, baby, I can't wait to see those giant tits of yours," he breathed. "I've got to get my hands on those big knobs before I go out of my mind,"
I would rather he have kissed me some but he seemed so intent on having my tits uncovered that I let him have his way. He reached behind me and tugged feverishly for a few minutes. Once I heard him mutter under his breath, "How the hell does this damned catch work, anyway," but he soon discovered the answer and as a result I found myself staring up at him as he took in the sight of my whole body naked before him. The only thing left was my pantyhose hanging down from my knees. I reached down with my hands and tossed them off myself.
When he saw me do that he started talking like a mad man. If I'd been sober I might even have been afraid of him, I think.
"What a hell of a body you've got on you, honey. I'll bet you need fucking bad, don't you? How do you keep from thinking about anything besides screwing with a shape like that. Jesus Christ! I need a mouthful of something before I slip you the rail."
Then he darted his head down and filled his mouth with titty. He sucked on it and then started licking me all up and down my stomach. His tongue even touched my navel. But he was back up my front with his tongue on my other tit just a few seconds later. He sucked my nipples and licked me so much that it was like getting a bath. My body began to feel very turgid and heated. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I could feel him all the way from his head to his feet. He was rubbing my legs in long, slow strokes with his feet while be continued to slurp noisily on my tit.
"What a set of knockers you've got on you, baby. Tits this size should be illegal!" he gasped between slurps.
By this time I was beginning to feel better than I ever had in a long time. Because be had taken his time with me and only gradually worked on my naked body, I was starting to feel a hot wetness between my legs that I hoped to God was the beginning of my first climax. But I knew I needed his prick in my mouth before I could come.
As he bounced his head from side to side, going from one tit to the other, I could feel the heavy weight of his cock beat down on my pussy mound. I was so drunk from his bora-bora and so hot from what his hands and lips had been doing to me that I reached up and whispered in his ear.
"Larry… Larry, do it to me. Do it to me now. Oh God, won't you stick that hard cock of yours into my pussy!"
He complied at once, but as soon as the head of it touched me between the legs I realized that I wasn't ready for it. I was hot all right, and I was even wet down there-but somehow I seemed tight. So tight that he couldn't seem to get it in at first. It wasn't how I thought it was going to feel how I'd hoped it might feel. But he kept prodding me with the tip of his tool until at last he was able to put it in. It split me between the legs like a chisel breaking a bag of rice. It wasn't exactly painful-just quick and deep. Too quick, I guess, for Larry, because he started pumping away like a jackhammer before I hardly had time to get my ass set solid on the bed.
Even at that, it felt damned good. I tried to show him that I wanted him move slower by gripping my arms around his back in slow, I rhythmic hugs. It slowed him down a little but then I felt his tongue on my titties again and it seemed like he was getting so hot he might come off in me any minute. The worst part about it was that I was beginning to Work up a good movement that I felt might be bringing me to the brink of a great orgasm.
Suddenly Larry seemed to know what I was doing. I was overjoyed. He slowed down his movements and I lay waiting for the feeling of climax to start building up in my pussy. I like it much better when I suck a guy off, but what the hell-experimenting around is fun.
Just then, Larry pulled himself up in bed a little to kiss me (I thought!) and all at once I felt his cock slip out of me as limp as a rag. The bastard had already come!
I couldn't believe it. He hadn't been pulling himself up to kiss me at all-he'd only been lifting himself off so he could take his soft, dripping dick out of action. And he did it just when I was beginning to think I might have one chance in hell of coming. I was
frustrated, to say the least. I wanted his stiff dick in my mouth, and he had gone and shot off before I had the chance to suck it.