He fell into an easy rhythmic motion, his hands gripping her smoothly flaring hips to control the violent pace, and he too stared in awe at the glistening pussy that seemed to be perfectly made for his rigid penis. On the long instroke his pubic hair would entangle with the thin dark wisps of her sparsely growing pubic curls, his cum-heavy balls slapping into the deep crevice dividing her ass-cheeks. Leaning back, he could watch the pink flanges of her tightly gripping cunt roll outward with his withdrawing penis as if wanting to hold on, keeping it from ever leaving her hungering cuntal depths. The sight was exhilarating, and the lust-crazed young teenager drove his cock deep into the very core of her loins on the verge of exploding with his growing need.
Susan was grinding back and forth beneath his long hard thrusts, her knees lifted up and out wide, spreading her vulnerable young cunt to his will. Her deep throaty groans became louder and louder, and she pulled at his waist with her hands, seeming to plead for her final and complete submissive debasement.
"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard like that! Fuck me!" she chanted, the lewd lust-inciting words intoned to each of his frantic yet rhythmic strokes.
There were so many things he wanted to do to her while he had her like this, numerous images of sexual fantasy filling his brain so quickly that he didn't know where to begin, and the thoughts of those pleasures were so intense, he knew he was destined to finish before he ever really got started. She was just too arousing, too animalistic in her sexual frenzy, and he was unable to contain himself any longer.
"God… going to cum… I'm… uugghhh!"
He jerked his hips forward with hard urgent thrusts, the swollen, blood-filled head of his cock buried deep in her burning cunt, and he gasped again and again as he struggled to hold back his boiling sperm another second. An electric sensation at the tip of his deep-sunk cock sent pleasure signal after pleasure signal up the turgid length of his thickly distended shaft, and his balls released the heated cum with swift reply.
Groaning, Kevin shoved his full quivering length into her wide-splayed cunt as the sperm dashed wildly through his heavily jerking young penis, and he groaned again as the first shattering burst of thick male cum shot out with tremendous force from the dilated tip and splashed deep into her receptively waiting vaginal channel. She was ready for it, and she shoved her hips up to meet his forward lunge, locking him tightly against her pelvis with the backs of her calves wrapped serpent-like around his hard-driving buttocks.
"Oooohhh! God, lover! Give it to meee! Give it to meee! I'mmm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
The soft wet walls of her spewing cunt seemed to ripple crazily up and down the full length of his jerking cock, flash after flash of her orgasm exploding from deep in her naked belly. Her sensuality was all consuming, and Kevin felt the overpowering sensations might last forever. She squirmed and writhed against his squirting, swollen cock, gasping and moaning alternately as the thrills of her own orgasm racked through her luscious young body, and the combined juices of their mutual climax dripped slowly back out around the thick base of his penis, soaking their tangled pubic hair with its warm, clinging stickiness.
What a way to go… What a beautiful fucking way to go! Kevin thought, realizing that his cock was half-hard again, trying to put the images of young Susan Hatton out of his mind as he neared the entrance to the apartment building. His date had ended abruptly after his still jerking young cock had pulled from her satiated vagina. She had hurriedly buttoned up her sweater and pulled her skirt down, and without speaking had slid behind the wheel and started the car. A bit confused by her actions, he had held back saying anything until they were close to his sister's apartment, and then he had simply asked her to drop him there. She had said something earlier, but he'd paid little attention to her. He was totally overcome by his own reaction to the evening, and since he would be returning to Santa Maria after the Christmas vacation, he doubted there was much chance of seeing Susan again, anyway.
When he entered the apartment grounds, he stopped for a moment to look at the building, dark against the night sky, and as he'd expected, everything around him looked different. Everything looked different to the young teenager now that he was no longer a virgin. But the most important element of his adventures that evening was that they held out the promise of other, more daring experiences, and he made a mental note to keep that fact foremost in his mind. By doing so, he felt certain that even the Christmas vacation might prove to be as exhilarating as tonight.
CHAPTER FOUR
The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's radio her sole companion. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary. Add the facts that she had slept restlessly the previous night, had left much later than anticipated, was now traveling over an unfamiliar road, and it was not hard to understand that the blonde schoolteacher was slightly irritable as well.
It was an exhausted Donna Howell who finally stumbled into the lobby of the Ahwahnee Hotel, inquired about her family, and dutifully followed the bag-toting bell captain across the terrace, over a rough-hewn bridge, and up to the door of a large, single story cabin tucked under stately pines in the shadow of the towering main building.
And it was a bubbling, stretch-pants and ski sweater clad daughter who answered the bell captain's knock.
"Mom! There you are! We were worried." Donna smiled a greeting to her daughter, then followed the bell captain inside. Her eyes widened in surprise at the handsome man who rose from his chair and followed the now empty-handed hotel employee back to the door, filling it with a single crisp note. Donna's mouth must have been gaping open because when the stranger turned, his eyes suddenly crinkled with matching incredulity.
"Mom. This is Ward Murdock," Sheri said cheerfully.
Donna was too stunned to speak. Good God, she thought, he's nearly my own age!
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Howell," he replied expectantly.
A short, but definitely awkward silence followed. Finally Donna managed a crisp: "Mr. Murdock." Then, swinging around, her eyes challenging Sheri's, she asked: "Where's Kevin?"
"He met another boy," Sheri answered, "who's staying at the hotel and they've gone over to the Camp Curry ice skating rink with the boy's family. He said not to worry, they invited him to dinner, and not to expect him back until nine."
Donna was too stunned to think clearly, but sober enough to wonder what was happening to her close-knit family. First this strange older man and then Kevin not being here when she arrived. The exhaustion of the day caught up with her, and she suddenly felt giddy. Stretching out one arm, she steadied herself against a nearby chair.
"You look tired, Mrs. Howell," Ward Murdock said pleasantly. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"A drink?"
"Ward makes excellent martinis," Sheri interjected. "And just wait until you see all the groceries and things he bought us."