He fell across her, ramming his mouth, his teeth, his nose and his chin into the wet sweetness of her cunt. He shook his head from side to side, wallowing in her pussy, swallowing gulp after gulp of the river of juices that flowed in an unending stream from her body into his throat.
He tongued her cunt, her ass, her thighs, until she began groaning in delight and wriggled downward until she lay directly beneath him, her pussy straining upward to meet his throbbing prick.
Slowly he lowered his hips, watching her eyes glaze and her tongue dart between her lips as inch by inch his hard meat slipped into her sucking hole again.
When she was sure he was completely inside her, she wrapped her legs lightly around his ass and let her whole body erupt into a wrenching, bucking, twisting volcano of unbridled lustful fucking.
He joined in her ecstasy, matching the rhythm of his pounding hips with hers until he felt her body tense, her back arch, and her hips freeze as her orgasm ripped a stifled scream of total fulfillment from her agonized throat.
It was over quickly for both of them. Orgasm after orgasm racked her body as he spurted his juices in long, hot streams far inside her heaving belly. Spent, he rolled away from her, the blood pounding in his temples.
"That was good… the best," she said. "And I always want the best." She was rubbing her body, sighing and rocking back and forth gently, with two fingers still submerged in the soaking mass of her cunt.
He studied her, lying naked there on the bed, that same smile on her lips, her hooded eyes enticing him, telling him without words that this wouldn't be the last time for them. Her fingers worked in and out of her cunt with a slurping sound that screamed fuck, sex, cunt, cock, inside his head.
"God, you're beautiful," he moaned.
"I know," she said, and again, that smile.
"When?" he said, and stood, climbing awkwardly into his clothes.
"Tonight," she said. "I'll call you."
"I'll give you my… "
"I've already got it," she said.
By the time Barry got back to his own fifth-floor walkup, he was beat, but it was a pleasant kind of fatigue. One that came from the best exercise n the world… sex.
He flopped, fully clothed, across the bed, intending to set the alarm for his appointment, but forgetting. If the girl, Chile Day, was serious about the job offer, he wouldn't need the appointment.
What a name, he thought, Chile Day. It couldn't be real. But everything about her was real; really real. As he had been doing for the last year, after every chick he screwed, he compared her to Ellie, his ex-wife.
Inevitably, the comparison brought back all the memories of their three years together. As usual, his mind sifted through them and lit on just one. This time it was their first meeting.
It was, of all places, in the unemployment line. Barry was twenty-five then and not much caring about anything. He was half the time on a job, and half the time between them, collecting on the dole.
There was a couple of hundred people in the large room, most of them men, and all of them standing in lines. Barry got in a line right behind a tall, hippie-type girl who had the face of a fourteen-year-old and the body of a lot of woman.
He had only a glimpse of her body before he moved behind her, and his mind had a quick impression of huge fits jutting forward and, a lush ass jutting rearward.
As the line grew behind him he felt himself forced against the back of the girl in front of him. Her buttocks were as soft as silk and they gave resiliently under his pressure.
He tried to think about everything but the beautiful girl pressed against him.
He, thought about his life, the fact that it was going nowhere, and worse yet, the fact that he didn't seem to care. He wondered about what talents he had and realized that, outside of a bedroom, there weren't very many.
Barry's mind was jerked back to reality by the twitch of the, girl's buttocks.
He'd thought she would ignore the helpless pressure of him against her.
Instead, he now felt those heavy spheres jump against him. First the left muscle clenched tight and relaxed, then the right muscle repeated the action.
Barry tried to back away half a step, but she followed him. He couldn't back up any further because of the person behind him, and her ass pressed hard against his crotch. He felt his body responding, and she must have felt it, too. She clenched her buttocks together, and he felt excitement begin to boil in his loins.
If she wanted it that way, Barry was no man to argue with her. He returned her pressure, and she began to roll her hips imperceptibly from side to side. The line moved slowly, and by the time the girl was at the counter Barry was aflame with desire. He wanted to touch her with his hands and the only thing that held him back was the presence of all the other people in the room.
Then she was gone, and he was stammering his way through the questions The woman behind the counter looked at him sharply, thinking perhaps that he was drunk. But she let him sign for his check anyway.
He stepped away from the counter and saw the girl standing near the exit door.
Her tits were truly tremendous. They pointed at him like twin bullets as he crossed the room towards her.
The office was one floor above the street level, and above it in the building were a bowling alley and a couple of floors of offices.
The girl winked, at him as he approached and turned through the door just ahead of him. Out in the stairwell she looked back at him, grinned, and went up instead of down. Barry looked around, saw that no one was paying any attention to him, and followed her to the landing between floors. It was relatively dark here and they were out of sight from both the floor below and the floor above.
She was leaning back against the wall waiting for him. Her teeth gleamed and her eyes glittered with excitement.
Barry stepped up close to her so that the tips of her breasts brushed across the front of his jacket.
She slumped against the wall and her belly pushed out at him, her loins touching his bulging crotch. "You're really raring to go, aren't ya?" she said with a slow grin.
He grinned back at her and slipped his hand inside her open coat to fill it with her bloused breast. There was nothing but, warm, hard-tipped softness under that blouse and she gasped at the touch.
"Lonesome?" she said.
"Everybody's lonesome," he replied.
"But not everybody's hungry," she countered, slumping against the wall and pushing her belly out to him. "I am."
"You're a runaway, aren't you?" he said.
"Yeah… so what?"
"Nothin'," Barry replied, his eyes drinking in the huge swell of her breasts.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough," she said, taking his hand and slipping it inside her blouse.
"You're hot already, aren't you?"
"You're not exactly an iceberg, yourself," he said.
Her hand slipped between their bodies and squeezed him hard. "You got any money, honey? Like I said, Fm hungry."
"Hungry for what?" he asked. "Food, or this?" His hand tightened on her breast.
"Both," she said, returning his squeeze.
Her pink tongue fucked out from between her lips and ran around the outlines of her mouth, leaving behind a wet trail. Barry pushed himself closer, slipped one hand behind her to heft the heavy cheeks of her ass. Her skirt slipped over her skin, as he tightened his hand, and he was torn between the desire for this girl and his edict against paying for sex.
"I've got a place over on Clark Street… if you mean it, we can get some steaks…"
The smile she gave him was one of total relief.
He mashed himself against her full length and his fingers slipped back-inside her blouse. She ground her hips against him at the touch of his fingers on her naked skin, and he felt his hand tingle. Her skin was smooth and hot, her nipple pointed against his palm. Their lips met and her tongue drove into his mouth, setting fire where it touched him.