"Sure thing," Joe nodded.
"Besides, I need a favor from you."
"A favor?"
"Joe, I'm the only virgin in my crowd. Oh, I popped my cherry playing tennis a long time ago, but I've never been fucked. All my girl friends talk about it, and they tease me saying I'm from the old school of morality."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Come on, Joe. It's a well-known fact, most women today enjoy sex because they start learning about it at an early age. I mean, way back in Ma's time, when a woman was supposed to be a virgin until she got married, most women didn't know the first thing about sex, about coming, about anything. If they had good husbands, they learned. If they ended up with a stiff, they were left high and dry."
"Francie, what are you trying to say?"
"When you got back front the honeymoon, I had a long talk with Margaret. She told me everything, and I do mean everything. She's been telling me everything for a long time, now. And she told me how you made all the guys she'd known before look like nothing. So Joe, if I'm gonna have a good cock stuffed into me, I think it oughtta be the best."
"Come on, Francie…"
"No, Joe, I mean it. You see, when other guys try to touch me, I freeze up. I figure if maybe you did it, you'd break me down."
"Look, Francie, I think maybe you'd better go take a cold shower. We can talk about this afterward."
"Joe, I'm all tensed up. Please help me."
"Go take the shower first."
Shrugging, the young girl went inside and took a long shower. When she emerged, she was wearing one of Margaret's robes. The plea was still in her eyes, and Joe Barcone felt he was no longer able to refuse the girl. He reached for her, and she pulled away. When his arms finally surrounded her, she struggled, biting, kicking and hitting. But then Joe entwined his fingers in her hair and forced his mouth to hers, feeling her lips burn a kiss on his.
And the kiss was everything Joe expected it would be. She was a human volcano, erupting into life with a vengeance, letting him know he'd tampered with a girl who no longer was timid. Like a sword her tongue beat at his. Again and again the tongue lunged into his mouth only to be parried by his own expert sword of flesh.
Francie's fingers sank into Joe's neck while both his arms encircled her. Together they struggled furiously, each pushing, neither giving ground. He'd cracked the dam of her resistance and tons of emotion, like stored water, came seeping through. It was only a matter of minutes before the dam burst, and for the first time in more than ten years, Joe wondered if he'd be able to handle the onrushing flood of this woman-child.
"Oh my God!" she muttered, coming up for air. "What've you done?"
Deftly he began opening the buttons on her robe, exposing her tits, twin mounds of perfection. They were large and heavy, with relatively little sag for all their weight. Joe paid homage to their perfection, bowing and kissing first one tit and then the other, rolling the nipples in his mouth, between his hungry lips, one at a time. He nibbled and suckled each and stood up. He stepped back, the better to contemplate her superb body. Immediately conscious of what he was doing, Francie shut her eyes, feeling like an embarrassed schoolgirl, which she was.
"To think," he told her, "for all the time I've known you, you kept that magnificent figure waiting just for me."
"What are you doing?" she asked, opening her eyes as he began removing his clothes.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking off my clothes. It's difficult to fuck with one's pants on."
A few seconds later she felt his weight on the bed as he lay beside her. With a few quick movements he whipped the robe off her arms and from beneath her, flinging it off to the side. Then he turned her over, belly down on the bed, and rising to his knees, bent above her and kissed the nape of her neck. A thrill tingled down her spine, causing another shiver to course through her. His tongue seemed magnetized to her flesh as it moved down her back.
His fingertips had lightly pressed beneath her arms, and now slowly feathered their way to her curved waist. She responded to each fingertip, shifting left and right as they moved along.
His hands stopped at her hips, waiting for his tongue, then they proceeded to caress the rounded moons of her ass, parting them to allow his tongue to whip between the crevice separating them, and Francie responded by hitting him in the face with her ass as she bounced, unable to control her feelings.
He flipped her over, his tongue licking its way to her abdomen. Her head was cradled on pillows, and she could see what he was doing in the two mirrors across from the bed. Joe let his tongue wander from the dimple of her navel to the crease joining her right leg to her pelvis. As his right hand slid under her rump and rubbed her round ass, his lips traced the crease of her leg joint.
Now his face was directly between her thighs, and he was lost in admiration. They were firm, powerful, and with a curvature one rarely saw in younger women, much less in a girl of Francie's youth. They drew his eyes in until he came to their juncture – the tulip-shaped lips of her excited cunt. The large, outer cuntlips seemed to beckon to him. Slowly, uncontrollably, his head inched forward, planting kisses along her thighs.
Staring into the mirror, Francie saw what he was about to do and she froze in breathless anticipation. His face was drawing nearer to the creaming slot. She could feel his hot breath covering her cunt.
He decided to use his fingers first, bringing his left hand between the marble columns of her thighs, reaching out, and gently caressing her twitching pussy. They pressed, spreading the rich, pink lips, making the whiteness of her thighs seem all the more creamy.
Tentatively Joe poked a stiffened finger into her cunt, testing its resistance. The well-oiled interior engulfed his digit, and then a second, and finally a third finger followed. With his thumb he began caressing and massaging her tiny clitoris, watching as it slowly enlarged.
Now, he thought, and withdrawing his fingers from a cunt reluctant to release them, moved his head forward and let the tip of his tongue circle her snatch, splashing in the tasty juices flowing from her cunt. Gently he teased the inner lips of her pussy, causing her to leak even more lubricant.
Francie couldn't explain the feeling to herself. She stared at the mirrors, drooling at what she was seeing. And then his tongue plunged all the way into her burning cunt, and she could see no more as she locked her thighs around his huge head.
Joe sent the full length of his tongue into the tunnel of Francie's cunt, letting it circle and touch all the walls before coming out and slurping itself against her erect clitoris. He took the blood-filled clit between his lips, rolling it back and forth, causing it to enlarge to an even greater size.
Francie's cunt began to secrete in one long flow, feeling his tongue lap up everything as it twiddled around in the flaming depths of her aroused pussy. Her thighs gripped his head in a viselike hold, and his tongue responded to the pressing of her thighs on his bead by once again rimming her cunt and then sinking into its sucking center.
Never having experienced anything like this, Francie went completely out of control, bouncing wildly from side to side, moving his imprisoned head with her. Her ass began bouncing as his tongue voraciously licked her hot, flowing cunt.
Both hands were under her ass now, squeezing the delightful cheeks, caressing them, and steadying them. His finger slid into her tight asshole, and though she fought it, the pressure was too much, and it finally slid in. And once it was inside her ass, it wiggled, making her pleasure even more intense. The frenzied tongue snaking in and out of her boiling cunt and the wiggling finger massaging nerves in her asshole skyrocketed her to new, undreamed-of heights of sensation.