When he finally did move, he slowly pulled from her. A fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch, his thick shaft slid from the squeezing folds of her cunt. He paused when the plum-like crown of his rod lay poised within the scalloped inner lips of her quim.
With a pleased moan he slipped back into the waiting heat of her belly. She accepted him, relaxing her pelvic muscles. Inward the swollen fatness of his rod moved, packing her with virile flesh. She moaned softly, fully delighting in the filled feeling within her body.
Boy, since that night she left Jace and Susan, her life had been filled with various boys all disguised as men by their years. But this red-haired graduate student was most definitely a man. His own pleasure stemmed from the pleasure he gave her. And he did give her pleasure.
Outward his fleshy piston of delight pulled. She clamped down with her firm pelvic muscles, squeezing. The pink folds of her quim gripped the thick offering of his sex, providing exquisite friction over that sensitive surface. He moaned, smiling down at her.
She clung to him, her pussy folds following the outward motion of his rod. When he again reached the lips of her cunt, he eased back in, turning the folds of her twat in on themselves. Then his throbbing lance delved ball-deep into the heated tunnel that gratefully sleeved it.
It would have been enough to have him within her at this moment. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He slowly increased the tempo of his strokes, while he tucked his head to her chest and busily sucked one of the still erect nipples standing atop her young tits.
She moaned in a deep, lust-filled voice. Fresh arousal washed through her supple body. Her hips arched up and up in a constant pumping motion to match the demanding rhythm of his pelvis. Her hand caressed the boulder-hard tautness of his asscheeks, pulling him into her in an attempt to drive him even deeper into her edacious pussy.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a good fuck?” she whispered down to him.
His hips jerked forward, slamming every inch of his cock into the humid channel of her sex. The rigid stalk jerked and twitched with excitement. His lips slipped from the nipple they caressed and his head rose to her.
“No,” he said, a broad grin splitting his face. “I don’t believe anyone has ever told me that.”
“Then somebody is a fool,” Melinda smiled up at him, her dark eyes gleaming. “Mr. Howard, you’re one hell of a good fuck!”
His pelvis suddenly upped its rhythm, throwing his cock into her cunt in deep-grinding strokes. Her own body responded, meeting every ramming plunge of his prick.
She came quickly, lead by the commanding urge of his youthful strength. Before she could descend from the heights of carnal bliss, new thrills raced through her supine body. He still had not come. His dork still reamed the aching, quivering folds of her pussy in relentless vigor. The staying power of this red-haired man was unbelievable.
Pushing her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling and her feet rested flat on the bed, she changed the angle of his attack. Deeper his love shaft drilled into the welcoming confines of her pussy. She wiggled a bit, gyrating her body around his stiffness.
It was a challenge now. She wanted to unleash the flood of sperm and semen she knew raged within his loins. She wanted to return the pleasure he had given her again and again this night. She wanted to bring him, to feel his body shudder as he spilled his seed into the heated recesses of her belly, releasing the desires and lusts he had locked away in his body for two years.
“Fuck me,” she urged him on. “Fuck me hard and deep.”
Unbelievably, his tempo increased once more. Like a pike of pure pleasure his cock crammed its way into the yielding channel of her quim. She groaned, her own lust for this man growing with each thrust of his rod. She felt the mounting pressure of another climax within her. If she didn’t do something, and quick, she would come once again, leaving his body unsatisfied once again.
Wedging a hand down between their sweat slicked cores, she reached between his legs. There, dangling from his loins, she found the hairy bag of his testicles. Her fingers closed around the weighty sac. Teasingly, she toyed with the kidney-shaped rocks within.
His groans mingled with hers. His balls shot around within the wrinkled confines of his sac. His hips hunched and bucked, plowing the furrow of her silk-fleeced cunt.
Harder and deeper with near desperation, he fucked her. She writhed and undulated under him, milking her cunt around the thrusting length of his manhood.
“Yesssss,” she hissed out her delight. “That’s it. Fuck me, fuck me.”
In and out, out and in, his persistent prick reamed. Up and down, down and up, her hips matched each stroke of his cock. Her fingers constantly played with his balls, adding a fanning breeze to the flames she knew burned within his groin.
Higher and higher her own desire raced. And she came, whimpering and crying as ecstasy once more bathed every cell of her young, supple body.
Atop her, he stiffened, his body going rigid. His cock slammed in, rooting itself deeply in the clinging pink folds of her pussy. He groaned out, deep and long.
Up from his aching balls, the flood of two years raced. It seared up through the pulsing shaft of his cock. Outward it came, scalding the hyper-sensitive flesh of his glans. He blasted into her, unleashing the torrent of sperm and semen he had held back all through the night.
They came together, making it seem even more delicious to the raven-haired beauty who quivered and shook under his own shuddering frame.
He drained himself, emptying what seemed like a gallon to two into her cunt. Only when that last twitch of pleasure left his cock, did his muscles relax and he sagged into her body, trembling with exhaustion.
She held him close, her hands lovingly fondling over his body. She felt his breathing deepen and knew he slept. She smiled, her own drowsiness drawing her toward sleep… but before she too drifted away, her gaze happened to move to the bedroom window. The pink glow of the rising sun beamed in. She smiled, fully satisfied.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melinda and Phil stepped from the shower and playfully toweled each other dry. Naked and still laughing they walked into the kitchen, where Melinda cooked eggs and bacon for both of them.
“The life of luxury,” Phil chuckled. “I feel like a million.”
“So do I,” Melinda replied. “Last night…”
“This morning,” Phil corrected. “It’s 2 P.M..”
She smiled. “This morning was terrific. You’re really quite a man, Philip Howard. I was beginning to believe that there weren’t any men left in this world, just boys over the age of twenty-one.”
“You’ve got a way about you that brings out the best in a man,” he grinned, leaning over to kiss her. “This morning was something else. I could easily become addicted to you.”
She gazed at him a moment, seeing he was serious. “So could I.”
He kissed her again in reply, then rose from the table. “Now, I’d best get dressed and get back to Susan’s and Jace’s. They’re probably home from the city by now and wondering where I am. I didn’t realize my gallant rescue last night would lead to…” he paused, searching for the right words.
“A night with a ball freak,” Melinda said.
“I wasn’t going to put it that way,” he said.
“I know. You were going to say something nice… and dishonest,” she said. “I’m a ball freak, Phil. I like to get into bed with a man and fuck. It’s that simple. If a man feels that I’m a whore for doing the same thing he likes to do, then that’s his problem. I can usually sense the way he feels. If he’s got that hang-up, then I won’t see him again. I won’t let myself be stifled by a double standard that’s been plaguing this society since Victorian times.”