The blonde needed no spoken invitation. Her gaze focused on the needy length of prick, she slipped from the white artist’s frock she wore. Jace grinned, knowing he had won. Her reluctance crumbled and was replaced with desire.
His eyes watching her every move, the young artist quickly worked her blouse’s buttons free of their holes, then shimmied from a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Wearing only bra and panties, she stood before the naked man, enjoying the feel of his gaze caressing her bare flesh.
Taking a cue from his own methods, Susan tucked her hands behind her back and unclasped the three hooks of her bra. She admitted the halter was binding, but she saw the price other women her age paid for their braless freedom. The slight discomfort was worth keeping her breasts high and firm — a fact she was reassured of when her tits spilled from her bra. Pleased, she watched lace’s eyes widen while they watched the provocative jiggling dance of her breasts. His cock jerked and twitched in anticipation.
Easily slipping her panties down over the womanly flare of her firm hips, she let them fall over her long, coltish legs, then kicked them away. Jace’s attention now centered on the neatly trimmed patch of honey-blonde hair fleeced over the mound of her cunt. A quiver shot through her sleek, flat stomach — a shivery thrill at the thought of what would soon fill that intimate crevice of her young body.
In a trotting run, she crossed back to the naked man waiting for her beside the couch. His arms opened and surrounded her. Electric sensations coursed through her veins when naked flesh met naked flesh. Nothing in the world matched that moment when two willing bodies first touched. Well, almost nothing, she smiled to herself.
After one long, exciting kiss, Jace’s mouth left her lips. His head ducked to her chest and his lips captured one of the quiescent nipples sleeping atop her tits. New, shivery sensations fluttered around in the pit of her stomach. His tongue, like a moist little whip, taunted wetly around the flaccid button of flesh. She felt it come alive under his gentle ministrations. It fattened and grew erect, hard with desire. Then his lips and tongue performed the same service for her remaining nipple.
While he busied himself with her tits, she kept herself occupied with the rigid rail of flesh spearing from the forest of black hairs covering his groin. Her fingertips lovingly ran up and down the pulsing length of cock. So hard and demanding it felt. Yet at the same time it was so smooth and gentle feeling. Each time she made love with this man she was struck by the exciting combination of strength and tenderness that was a man’s sex. So delicious just to have it in her hands.
And beneath his erect pole hung the hairy bag of his testicles. Cautious of the pain she could bring to him, she gently fingered the heavy kidney-shaped rocks hidden within the dangling sac. His mouth sucked deeply at the pillow of tit flesh he mouthed in response. She thrust her chest forward, stuffing a bit more of her breast into his face.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” a gasping moan writhed out over her red lips.
A determined hand shot between her thighs and clamped firmly over the knoll of her pussy. Watery, her knees trembled while his fingers massaged the moss-covered mound of her sex. Again she moaned. He slipped a probing finger up into the heated tightness of her cunt.
Together they sank to the sofa where lace had posed but minutes ago with a near-naked Charolette. For a moment the image of lace mounted atop the model’s voluptuous body flashed in Susan’s mind. Still there was no jealousy at the thought of her handsome stud balling Charolette. Only fiery arousal washed through her body.
Allowing his kisses and his nibbling teeth to say more than he could ever put into words, lace moved from her proud, firm tits and lovingly bathed her neck with an exciting flourish of kisses. At the same time, he eased himself atop the waiting bed of her body.
The young artist glided the pulsating rod of flesh she caressed between her welcoming thighs. Thick and swollen, the knob-like crown of his cock nuzzled through the fleece of her pubic hair down into the outer lips of her cunt.
She moaned again, anticipation flaring to new heights. His hips tightened, his ass cheeks going boulder-hard. Then…
“Yessssssss,” she hissed in total approval.
Inward his pelvis pressed. Long, hard and drilling, his cock skewered deep into the liquid warmth of her body. She writhed under him — beneath the lancing invasion of his body.
“Good, so good,” she whispered into his ear. “I don’t think I will get enough of you if I live to be a hundred.”
Outward his cock eased, back until his cock-crown lay between the inner lips of her quim. His ass tensed. Inward he slammed, nailing her with every inch of his magnificent tool.
Her whole body felt the impact. Upward shudders of bliss ran through her frame. The inner liquid of her tits rocked; every bone of her body seemed to jar.
As his pelvis rose, he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In and out he pumped while his fingers rubbed to each side of her love-mound. She groaned, knowing what he would do next. She whimpered, not knowing when he would do it.
She felt like a puppet on a string beneath this man. His mouth and hands played over her body, and she moved to their every whim. He controlled her, commanded her with the constant pistoning of flesh within her belly.
He felt so wonderful within her. So big, and soooo long. Even when he teased by pausing with his glans poised in the mouth of her cunt, she felt packed. And when he pushed inward, the wall of her quim strained over the bulging fatness of his rod, their rippled folds smoothing under his ponderous size.
All the while, his hands and mouth never stopped. If he thought of Charolette, she couldn’t tell. His whole body seemed to focus on her, giving her, and her alone, his complete attention. In turn, every ounce of her awareness centered on this fantastic man who rode atop her supine body.
The expected unexpected came.
A fingertip slid between the slit of her pussy lips. Gently rolling the nubbin of her clitoris, he sent quaking shudders of bliss blasting through her. She groaned, her pelvis arching and humping to meet the forceful strokes of his loins.
She came, then came again in quick succession.
How this man knew her body. He realized that her pleasure came not as one long, seemingly endless eruption of carnal ecstasy, but rippled upward higher and higher through a series of small, constantly increasing releases. He now thoughtfully maneuvered her to each level of delight.
Running a hand down to their cores, she found the dangling sac stretching from his scrotum. The man atop her grunted and groaned. Like taunting feathers, her fingertips delicately toyed over the hairy ball bag. If he knew the sexual controls of her willing body, she too had discovered the secrets of providing him pleasures that heightened their couplings.
Deeper the adamantine rail of flesh plunged into the heated socket of lust between her creamy thighs. Expertly controlling her pelvis muscles, she squeezed down, clamping herself around the engorged thickness of cock. Again the man mounted in her saddle of pleasure groaned. Fiery friction, created by the tightness of her cunt, bathed over every inch of his manhood. She fit him like a custom-tailored glove.
Urgently now, his finger rolled the button of her clit. One atop the other, she came three times. Deep within her, she felt a tidal wave building. She writhed, using her free hand to pull on him, trying to draw his cock even deeper into the yearning interior of her belly.
Like a bull, he plowed his turgid rod into the pocket of her cunt. Close, she felt the tension building in his body. He perched on the brink of coming, yet exercising total control of himself, he held back the mounting pressure of his loins.