He waited there a moment, on the threshold of her vagina, teasing the inner and outer labia with the end of his cock. The teasing drove her wild, made her want his cock to continue on its way into her hungry body.
"Don't stop there! Let me have all of it!" she screamed, bearing down on his cock with her vagina as he drove into her until the taut skin on his belly met the ends of her buttock cheeks.
Once he was fully inside her, he crooked his right hand under her left knee, too, and lifted her left thigh up so that he was holding her legs in his hands, at the knees, her vagina impaled on his cock. In that position he was able to control the movement of her crotch on his massive erection as well as thrust his cock in and out of her. She was his willing prisoner, and it was exhilarating to both of them.
Her lust grew as he held her legs rigid and bounced up and down on his toes a little, so that his cock joggled in place in her cunt. He didn't move in or out of her by so much as a fraction of an inch.
"You're good, you know that?"
Kay breathed her compliment out as the friction of his cock against her blood swollen clit sent thrills through her body. She wanted his cock to storm in and out of her, wanted its huge hardness rubbing forcefully against her clitoris to give her even more pleasure.
"I bet you want more, don't you, big tits?"
"Yes, yes, yes!!"
Kay wanted him to make her come. How big and strong his cock was!
"Bang me all you want. As hard as you can."
He had begun to comply with her fevered desire, arching his hips and drilling his ramrod in her dripping cunt. In and out, in and out, in and out. He teetered on his feet.
With a cry of joy, Kay flung her head back, tossing it from side to side. His body, except for his cock in her, was too far away from her for the total delirium that she craved. She wanted to hold his sturdy body tightly against her own body, her breasts gloriously crunched against his chest, her arms holding him to her in a grip of steel.
"Hold me so my cunt can go riding up and down on your big prick!"
His eyes glittering even more lecherously, he continued to hold her by his hands under her knees, but he helped her to an upright position by leaning forward aver her so that she could grasp him around his neck. She swung her body up, in front of, and parallel to, his rugged frame, so that her cunt was sitting on his still magnificently hard cock. She hugged her hot body close to his big chest began joggling up and down on his tool as she clung to him ecstatically.
She hung onto him like a bulldog as she went on pumping herself on him, now slowly, now rapidly, until they were both obsessed with the need for orgasm. She uttered soft little sighing moans that seemed to keep time with the up-and-down plungings of her vagina on his enormous flagpole of a cock.
Every nerve ending in her vibrated with the beauty of what his dick was doing to her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls clutched and unclutched at his hard tool as she slid up and down on it. She pressed her face to his and smothered his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, with slobbering, torrid kisses. The love-juice dripped copiously out of her hole, all around the circumference of his cock. It fell on the wrinkled skin of his scrotum as his bag of testicles, every now and then, slapped against her cunt-lips.
Her eyes were dilated with passion. Her hair was a filmy mass of silky, black strands, flying all around his head as she pitched her head this way and that in her excited state. Her body was perspiring freely, as every duct in her body produced perfumes to bind the two of them together.
Gasping for breath, scarcely aware of her weight as she bounced about in his arms, her cuntal sheath enveloping his turgid cock, he began taking short steps around the desk as she held onto him in her spasms of riding desire. His eyes goggled and his body was aglow with the pleasure he was getting from having his cock going in and out of her. Her young body was pure delight to him. The touch of her skin on his, the sleek lines of her figure with her slim waist, long legs, beautifully shaped thighs, delightful handfuls of buttocks, her firm, full breasts, her adorable, black-haired and slightly protuberant mound of Venus.
"Don't move for a few seconds, babe!" he groaned between pants. "I don't want to come yet!"
They both relaxed for a few moments and let their breathing return to normal. Green's cock refused to go down and he was aware of a sensation of pain in his bloated cock. He had to come soon or he thought he'd do himself an injury.
He immersed his steel-hard cock in the soft wetness of her vagina. Only a few strokes brought them to fever pitch again and before she could announce it, she came all around him. He was borne upward on a tidal wave of tingling sensations as her cunt tightened around his cock. He could feel his balls knot in his scrotum, causing his cock to swell even more. Seconds later his cock stiffened more and jerked spasmodically as he winged it in and out of her at incredible speed. His semen began spurting through his long shaft and up into her womb like lava from a volcano.
"I'm coming! You gorgeous cunt! I'm giving you everything I have! Pull it all out of me! Drain me! Don't stop! Ride me, baby! Ride me! Kill me with the joy of it! Oh, Jesus! It's so great!" He clung to her for dear life and she continued sliding her vagina over his cock until the organ, its climax over at last, began to droop and quickly fell out of her.
He staggered back and almost fell as the impact of his climax left him drained and limp. He managed to step back a few feet to the desk and rested his buttocks against the edge of it to steady himself, for the first time beginning to be conscious of her weight as she hung onto him. From where he was sitting on the edge of the table, her back was to the mirror, but he faced it over her shoulder. It was a beautiful sight.
"Kay, for a girl who works nights and is on her feet all the time, you certainly aren't sleeping well," commented her mother at the breakfast table the next day.
"I'm just nervous about getting married, that's all."
"Well, you'd better stop thinking about it. Davey won't want a haggard-looking bride. You'll have plenty of time after you're married to think about it."
She noticed Kay was about to say some thing. She felt her daughter's hesitation – she needed a little reinforcing. Kay was obviously under some strain.
"Look, honey, Davey's a wonderful boy. Your father and I were talking about him last night. We both agree you are getting a fine young man. He's the same age your father was when we married; believe me, you've got a rosy future. Sure, there'll be difficult times, but as long as you approach every disagreement with good will and a lot of patience, it'll work out fine. I don't have a worry in the world about you."
She kissed her daughter lovingly and proceeded to clear away the coffee cups.
Kay appreciated her mother's efforts to make her feel better, but it didn't help, it only increased her anxiety. How could she confide in her mother that she was sleeping around to gain experience? After the traumatic night with Davey she was afraid she'd lose him without some skill in bedroom activity.
That night at work she avoided Green whenever possible. Fortunately, there was a regular customer, a cab driver, who kept her busy whenever she had a moment to listen. She liked him. He was reserved, even though it was quite obvious to everyone who bothered to notice that he was on the make.
The inevitable question was asked around one o'clock, a half hour before she was off duty.
"Kay, would you like to have a cup of coffee at my place after work?"
He said it and swallowed hard; asking was no easier for him than for her. It was so obviously a pick up.
Kay studied the cab driver. He was lean and pleasant looking although she wished he would go to a different barber, his hair was atrocious. His face, however, was pleasant and his youthful enthusiasm appealed to her besides, he was gentlemanly. He was a change from the usual customer at The Pit Stop.