He nudged with his cock again and again until it started up the slit of her cunt, but her panties, down, around her knees, wouldn't let her legs spread enough to let the cock-head in.
Finally, he pulled her knees back and she slid down on her stomach. When he grabbed her hips, she helped him roll her over on her back.
She stretched out and raised her legs slightly while he pulled her panties off and left her completely naked. His breath came in short jerks while he rose and knee-walked around on the bed toward her feet.
His eyelids seemed to droop when he looked down at her cunt, slowly opening before him while she swung her knees out, spreading herself before him.
"Honey, n she said softly, "work on me… please."
He knelt between her thighs as she slowly spread her legs, opening her outer cunt-lips before him. She continued sliding her legs until they were splayed straight out, knees bent, legs down flat on the bed.
Joe reached out awkwardly and grabbed her creamy thigh and slid his hand up to her pussy. Looking at the dresser mirror, her outer cunt-lips were open to his fingers as he pushed them in, trembling slightly.
She turned her hips slightly to help his fingers through the outer fold. He found the inner cunt-lips and slipped his fingers inside, his thumbs remaining between the folds as he rubbed up and down the short distance from the back edge of the lips up to where they grew together over her clit.
His touch was rough but it made her cunt tingle. She stretched her arms back over her head as she lay back and felt good while Joe handled her. Her hips started rolling as she made her body undulate up while he rubbed down.
While she lay back and watched him manipulating her tender flesh, she felt like she could stay this way all night. He might be awkward but his fingers were gentle. She could spend her life with her thighs spread flat, just rolling her coot up against his strong gentle hands.
Then his movements turned harder and his fingers worked faster. She turned from the mirror and smiled up at him. Encourage him now and I've got him, she thought. She rolled her hips up faster to keep in step with his hands.
As his fingers worked faster she found her ass rocking up from the bed. She whimpered and whined and started breathing faster. The tingle changed to a delightful ache.
She tore her eyes from the mirror and looked down at his cock. It was hard as a steel shaft and pointed directly at her cunt. While she watched, a drop of pre-cum fell from the head.
"Honey," she said, whining while she spoke, "take me. Take me now… please.?
He rubbed her cunt-lips a few more times, then he ran his hands out on her hips. While she writhed slightly, he drew her toward his cock which was still pointing at her belly. His hands were hot on the soft flesh of her hips while he dragged her along on the sheet, thighs splayed straight out to the sides.
He had his knees positioned straight under him, and he dragged her so her cunt came straight onto the head of his cock. The wide-open outer cunt-lips passed over the head and her soft inner lips pushed open around the hot intruding cock and clenched down tight around his prick as he lifted her onto him, bringing her cunt up onto his cock.
When she saw him stop drawing her up and he braced his loins for the drive, she pressed the sides of her knees down hard on the cool sheet and started a wave motion, undulating her back, her hips, her little blonde mound, her cunt. Flowing in a long whip-like motion, she drove her cunt up and met his driving groin as he pushed all the way into her and stopped, his balls resting against her ass.
She let her ass move down while he drew his cock back and up, poised for the next assault. When he started back down, she drove up at him, her cunt slamming hard against his groin.
The next blow was still harder as she matched his force and the ache spread throughout her cunt. Her whine broke off as he slammed the breath from her and left her hips quivering from each blow.
She braced her back and slammed her cunt back up at him and matched his force with her own strength. Again and again, they pounded together, faster and faster, harder and harder. Now her ass never sank back to the bed.
The blows from his groin slowed and he slammed harder each time as he got closer to coming. Sensing his end, she raised her cunt and held it there, taking his pounding, blow after blow.
Then he slammed down hard and stayed there, his groin quivering against her as his jism spurted hot into her cunt. She held herself up against him, receiving his cum. When he started to go slack, she let herself down with him.
She put her arms over his ass and held him down on her when he started to rise. They stayed that way until his cum stopped flowing, then she let him up a little.
When she felt his cock start to slide out, she held him tighter and said, "Honey, work on me with your hands, just a little more."
He smiled and let his cock slip out and took her coot-lips in his fingers. She held her crotch wide open for him and leaned back and closed her eyes while he kept the nice tingle going for her. It was with a feeling of contentment that she smiled at him and rocked her coot up against his hands while he worked on her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda stopped brushing her long blonde hair when it gleamed brightly. She took her time choosing her wardrobe and getting dressed. The sheer stockings stayed in place nicely with the little red garters that went around her legs and the color went well with her black high-heeled shoes. The thin pale-yellow panties almost concealed the slit of her cunt. She toyed with a lacy bra and then put it back in the dresser. Satisfied, she wrapped a silky black robe around herself and tied the sash up tightly around her waist.
Her preparations that day had gone flawlessly. When she'd called Dave to cancel their lunch date, he was disappointed, but when he learned the. reason, he was very helpful. The visit with the lawyer had proved informative and very interesting. Victory was now within her grasp, if she played it smart.
The doorbell rang and she paused at the phone first to complete her preparations. Then she went to the door and peeked through the fish eye. Satisfied, she released the night chain and swung the door wide.
"Come in, Max," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Well, this is a change, Mrs. Cuyler," Max said as he sauntered in with his two small notebooks in hand. "You're looking beautiful."
"Thank you, Max. I imagine you're more interested in the bedroom though."
She strutted ahead of him, making her hips grind as she walked. When she glanced back, Max was following closely, looking intently at her ass.
Inside the bedroom, she turned to face him.
“Well, Max, was I a good little girl today?"
"Pure as snow, Mrs. Cuyler," he said, tapping his notebook. "For all you did wrong today, you could be studying for the clergy."
"Then what's the purpose of this visit?"
"Oh, let's just say it's on account."
"What would you do if I refused to fuck you?"
He tapped the notebooks again. "You know how it is, Mrs. Cuyler. When you have two notebooks, it's easy to use the wrong one. That's how it is, but we aren't here for small talk."
He took the sash of her robe in his hands and untied the knot. Spreading the robe wide, he looked long at her body, nodding approvingly. She shrugged out of the cloth and let the sleeves fall off her shoulders and arms.
"Mrs. Cuyler," he said slowly, "you are stacked."
"I'm glad you think so," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Now what would you like to do to me so you'll remember to use notebook B?"
"Well, first I'll prevent you from being overdressed."
He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her panties and slipped them down off her hips. They fell to the carpet and she stepped out of them.