He sucked in air greedily. "That's the hottest thing I ever heard anyone say, ever. Will you say it again, Miss White?"
She closed her eyes tightly. "Please, Rick, baby, jack off on my titties."
"Tell you what," he said, his words nearly tumbling out one on top of the other. "Lie down on the floor and let me sit on your tummy. I won't sit heavy on you. That way I can… Wait a minute – I have a better idea! Would you like to jack me off? Let it fly on your tits, I mean?"
Edna got off the chair and lay down on the floor quickly. Once, she was flat on her back, her bare tits standing straight up, she closed her eyes again and waited for him to mount her. She gasped when she felt his bare flesh, which meant he had quickly removed his pants and undershorts. Sighing, she waited for him to adjust his position and then… she felt him slapping her tits with his cock again, as he had done previously. This time the effect was even more startling, for she felt "trapped." She was on her back, he was above her, sitting on her belly lightly, holding her down with one hand pressed against her right shoulder as he continued to slap her tits with his rock-hard tool.
"Oh, I like that so much," she murmured. "How nice to be beaten with a cock."
He sucked in air audibly. "I never saw anyone like you before in my life… you must be the hottest woman alive."
"If I am, it's because of you, Rick. You make me this way." This wasn't altogether true, for she had been devastatingly hot many times with many boys, but she did have a certain special feeling with Rick.
"Would you like to kiss my cock?" he asked after a few moments of tit-slapping. "I like it when you wrap your hot lips around the end and then go all the way down on it."
"If you don't want to jack off on my tits, now, Rick, I'll be glad to suck you off. I want to do everything I can to please you."
"And that's the same way I feel about you," he blurted. "That's because I think you're so great."
"Slide up a bit and stick your cock between my titties. Hold them together and make a kind of cunt out of them. Then I want you to poke your prick between my lips. With my tits and my lips I think I can induce you to go off in me, dear."
He laughed. "Induce me to go off! Doesn't take much inducement. All it takes is for you to let me touch you, Miss White."
She enjoyed hearing him call her Miss White. She was so accustomed to this in school so that when he addressed her in this same way while slapping her tits with his cock, it made her feel wonderfully sinful which, in turn, was deliriously satisfying to her.
"Place your cock between my titties now," she told him as she held her tits together. When he rammed his cock between them, she held her tits tightly together and as the end of his tube poked at her lips, she thrust her head forward as much as possible, her lips parted, her eyes open for the moment. As soon as she had her lips wrapped about his hot, rubbery tool, she again closed her eyes and allowed him to tit-and-lip-fuck her.
Ah, it was wonderful!
The taste of his prick was pleasant, thrilling, exhilarating. The way he pumped in and out of her mouth through her titties was excitingly wild and unorthodox. Edna liked things to be unorthodox, things having to do with sex, especially. She despised things that were run-of-the-mill and ordinary. Thrills were what she was after and at the moment she was receiving them in abundant amounts. What a pity it was that a boy could not have two cocks so that he could use one in each end of a woman at the same time.
While her thoughts were so directed, he astonished her pleasantly by yanking his cock from her mouth, drawing it back through her tits and lowering his body down on hers so that he was now aiming his tool directly at her cunt. He immediately began to stab at her pussy lips frantically.
"Put it in, put it in, Miss White," he begged her. "I just got to have it in your cunt." He did not stop his stabbing movement but kept on with it as if obsessed.
She tried to grasp his poking cock but her saliva had made it slippery and each time she clutched at the darting tool, it slipped from her fingers. In desperation – for she wanted his cock in her as badly as he did – she grabbed him by the hips and using all of her strength as well as urging him to stop the movement, she managed to get her hand about his cock long enough to steer the head inside her cunt. When he felt the heat of her inner body enveloping his prick, he moaned and thrust forward in the manner of a bull in the field topping and servicing a cow. Edna gasped as she felt the long, hard, male tool shoot into her inner recesses. She spread her legs wide, the better to receive his batterings, for this was what he was presently engaged in doing – battering her cunt relentlessly. His cock was darting into her and flying out with such speed and friction, that she groaned with delight at the heavenly feeling it produced against her sensitivities.
"Oh, you bad boy, you," she moaned. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, you bad, bad boy, you." Saying this, she grasped him by the cheeks of his ass with all her strength and was gratified by hearing him cry out from the pain of it. "Come now," she went on, as if she were talking to a child in school. "Miss White wants you to please her. Miss White likes to have your hard rod tucked inside her aching cunt. Miss White insists that you blow off your hard rod into her aching cunt. Do you hear me, boy? Do you hear me?" She had no idea why she was talking in this manner, but later she thought it must have been because of her extreme passion, the kind of extreme passion that nearly drives a person out of his mind.
The boy kept on with his cock pumping, his prick going deeply into her cunt with every stroke and not once did he relent on the speed or depth of strokes. The friction of his rubbing cock deep within her was enough to really drive Edna out of her mind, and perhaps it did for a while, for later she realized that she had never before had such a wildly gratifying experience. This could have been a form of insanity, the temporary kind, the wonderful, sexual kind.
"You're a hot piece of ass, Miss White," the boy muttered thickly in her ear. "You've got the tightest, juiciest cunt I ever fucked."
She was pleased at hearing this. "And how many cunts have you fucked, boy?" she asked.
"Fucked a few, fucked a few," he muttered back at her. "You got the best one, though. Your cunt seems to be trying to jack off my cock when I fuck you. Jesus… you make me hot, Miss White." As he said this, he began to run his tongue over her forehead in such a way that she thought she was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of such a move.
"Oh, my God," she murmured. "I've had a lot of 'em on top of me, but I swear none have been as good as you, baby." She returned his wet kissing acts by running her tongue over his chin and finally his lips. Instantly their tongues came together and rubbed against each other, like two wildly excited animals. Edna had never before encountered this much passion in a boy.
"I like to fuck your cunt, Miss White," the boy above her struggled to say in her ear, in between the swipes at her skin with his slippery tongue. "Fucking you is the greatest sensation in the world."
"Oh, yes, fuck me, dear boy. I agree with you. fucking with you is the very best."
He thrust his hands under her ass and grasped her there just as fiercely as she was grasping the cheeks of his own ass. It was as if the two of them were trying to rip flesh off each other's butt, so great was their need of each other. "Pump your cunt, Miss White," he grunted. "Pump your cunt over my hard-on. I want you to jack me off with your twat."
Edna was slowly but surely losing her reason, she felt, the way this kid was treating her and talking to her. His cock seemed to be constantly growing, though she knew, of course, that this could hardly be true. A boy's prick had to stop swelling at some point.