Laurie Benson moaned low as she felt the hand moving up the inside of her thigh. The way he gripped at her flesh made her quiver with lust. She knew the hand slowly groping for her fleecy-furred snatch was only a taste of things to come.
She gently reached out and found Jack's erection. The cock bounced and bucked under her grip. His prick was nothing exceptional and he wasn't the greatest in bed, but she was horny and anything that would ease the sexual tension she felt would be good.
Anything.
"How's that, honey?" he asked. "Like the way I'm stroking along your leg? The way you feel, it's… super!"
"Hmmm, yes, it's nice. Real nice. But move your hand a little higher. Um, oh god! Yes, there! Feel how wet I am!"
She wished he'd get on with it. Foreplay was fine to get her turned on, but when she was already hot…
"Christ, you… you're already wet! Your cunt's frothing over already and I haven't done anything yet!"
She refrained from answering. She didn't like fucking in a cheap motel room but it was the best he could do. Being a teenager was a drag. And having a seventeen-year-old boyfriend was a drag, too. He didn't have his own apartment and could hardly take her home to ball. At least Jack could afford a motel room, even if it was a sleazy hole like this one.
Fucking in the back seat of a car was more frustrating than it was satisfying.
And she always ended up with a kink in her neck. At least in a bed she could throw herself into the screwing and enjoy the hell out of it.
As much as she could with a lousy lay like Jack, at any rate.
She felt a shiver pass the length of her body. It started at the top of her head and surged all the way down to her toes. The movement of his hand on the silky flesh of her inner leg was doing it-that and the tight grip she had on his cock.
The way his prick jerked around she was certain he was almost ready to cum. She didn't want that to happen. Not yet. Not until he got inside her and fucked her needy cunt a few times.
But he wasn't the most skilled cocksman around.
She thought back to the college stud she'd fucked for several months. His prick was a good eight inches long and inside her it felt like a telephone pole. Even better, he knew exactly what to do to bring her off the maximum number of times.
One night while they'd fucked in his backyard under the stars, she'd cum nine times. Maybe ten. She'd lost count.
With Jack, she was lucky to get off once.
"God, I love looking at you! You're so lovely!" the boy exclaimed.
Looking into his eyes, she could see he was being honest with her. There was no denying she was a hot bush, a really foxy chick. Her tits weren't the mounds of flesh some sported. She wasn't stacked like any of the cheerleaders. But there was no reason for complaint.
Like one of the guys had told her once before he had fucked her brains out, anything more than a mouthful is a waste.
She had a little wasted titflesh but she thought it added to her appeal. A tiny waist seemed to emphasize her boobs and the flare of her ass. And the girl knew her long, trim legs were enough to give a statue a hard-on. Male eyes turned, to watch her walk as she strutted up and down the hall in school.
All she wanted right now was to feel a cock-not eyes-on her snatch. The hollowness between her legs was driving her wild with lust. It had been an eternity since she'd felt rigid cock driving hard into her cunt.
Twitching again and wiggling down a little into the hard bed, she let her legs drift wider open to give the teenager a better yew.
"See anything you like?" she taunted.
"Damn straight!"
"I hope it is," she said. She tugged a little at his prick and said, "Yeah, it's damn straight. And hard. And just a teeny bit cold. I know a nice, warm place for it."
She pulled him hard enough to make him yelp but he moved his prick, his lovely, steely-hard fucking tool, closer to her twat.
"There, right there!" she urged him on. "Fuck me!"
"I, ummm, god, I can hardly keep it in!"
She felt his prick bucking like a wild bronco in her grip. The guy was going to cream all over her like a teenager getting his first piece of tail. She'd been in the sack with him enough times to know how excited he got, how uncontrollable his passions were.
"Calm down a little. Just feel all you want. I'm not going anywhere." She mentally added, and I doubt if I'm going to cum, either!
She sighed as he began exploring her lush body. His mouth closed on one upturned tit and he sucked. The pressure on the nipple sent a, spike of joy into her chest. His tongue teased her nipple until it was a hard, red pebble of pulsating heat.
When he began gently nibbling on her tit, she abandoned herself to the feelings rampaging through her. Maybe she could get off on the way he was sucking her boobs, feeling her legs, pressing his hairy chest down into her softly yielding body.
She reached out and pulled his head down firmly into her tits. The teenager got the message that she wanted more of his mouth all over her luscious knockers.
He began licking and kissing and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.
The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a prick deep up her cunt, fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was better than nothing.
He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh of her tit before starting a spiral down the slope of her boob. When he finally reached the base of her jug, he buried his face in the deep canyon between her tits. The motion of his tongue back and forth between her boobs caused her breath to quicken.
Inept as he was as a lover, he was reaching her. He was stimulating her and making her come alive.
But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand stroking her inner thigh wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that "more" was his cock!
She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her cunt was wide open. He pressed firmly down into her, his cock far away from the blood-engorged pussy lips so hungrily awaiting his prick.
"Go on, please, oooooh! Your tongue's nice but I want more! I want that gorgeous cock of yours! NOW!"
He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree trunk.
He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together firmly.
By now, the girl was frantic with lust. She'd do anything to feel his cock driving hard and deep into her belly. Her tongue stabbed out and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in erotic acrobatics. She let her tongue glide back and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.
This didn't seem to spur him on. She began darting her tongue in and out of his mouth in a mock-fucking that would surely give him the idea of what she so passionately needed from him.
Whether this did the trick or not, she didn't know. All she cared about was the tremors passing into her gut when she felt the blunt nose of his prick pushing against her pussy lips. This was what she wanted!
She tried hunching up to take him full length into her cunt. Somehow, he managed to elude her. He was going to fuck her in his own way, at his own convenience.
No matter that she was being driven insane with lust, with need for cock. He granted her only about an inch of his prick. And it felt like heaven to her.
She squirmed back and forth savoring the inch of, cock inside her cunt. It split her sex lips apart enough for her to feel, really feel, cock. Using well-trained muscles, she clamped down on his length with those pussy lips. Her cunt was like a lewdly grinning mouth trying to swallow his fuck stick whole.
A tiny whimper was all she heard from him. She couldn't speak because he had finally rammed himself full length into her. The cock buried in her steamy cunt bounced around like a thing gone insane.
The very motion of his prick against her delicate pussy walls was enough to make her groan with pleasure. It was so good having a prick in her cunt again.
Now, if he'd only fuck her!
The boy seemed to have ideas of his own. He moved his hips in a slow circle, grinding his crotch firmly against hers. She felt the juices oozing from her cunt and lubricating both their groins. A tiny trickle of the thick oil tormented her as it ran down the inside of her milky-white leg. The way his cock moved inside her wasn't enough.
She had to have more.
"Damn you, ohhh, dammit! Fuck me, will you!"
"I… I'm trying to keep from blowing my wad. It… it's real hard since you're so goddamn sexy!"
She should have taken it as a compliment. Instead, it angered her. She wanted him fucking her, not trying to play games.
"Get it on, man, get it on! I need cock and lots of it-and I want it fucking me!"
He gritted his teeth and began a slow back and forth motion. She screamed with joy as she felt his cock slipping from her cunt. The vacuum built up inside her threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. The fit between her well-oiled cunt walls and his throbbing cock was better than any piston and chamber.
When just the head of his, cock split her pussy lips, he started forward again.
She shuddered in reaction. The tingles in her body became more intense. She knew that she'd soon be aflame with lust. There would be nothing in the world that could help her then except long, hard, deep fucking.
As exciting as it was finally getting the teenager's prick inside her, the girl felt a curious split in her view of the scene. One side told her this was great: this was her body speaking.
The feel of the quivering cock drilling into her twat set fire to her loins.
She shivered with lust. The bucking cock twisted around inside her tight quim and sent lightning bolts of carnal electricity zinging along her nerves.
The other part screamed that something was Jacking: this was her brain.
Her body was responding in the ages old manner of a woman being fucked by a man. She loved the sensation of the cock slipping back and forth in her seething cunt. But there had to be more. She wasn't emotionally wrapped up in this lovemaking. She felt neglected in-spite of the youth's prick telling her the opposite.
She couldn't really respond to his rhythm. She just let him rock back and forth, fucking her at his own speed. Her body was soon drenched with sweat. She was responding instinctively but her brain was separate, distinct, wondering what was missing.
The only explanation she could come up with was that Jack was dull. His fucking lacked a certain excitement. Her body was all hot and ready for his cock, but he failed to arouse her mentally. He was a bore. He did nothing to bring out her hidden desires, arouse the innermost self. She was going to have to point him in a different direction or she'd be doomed to not only the missionary position with him but constant frustration.
Even if she got off on this, she'd feel robbed mentally. That was almost worse than not getting screwed at all.
"Jack, darling, please wait," she said, her hands pushing against his shoulders.
"Huh? Wh-what is it?"
He was confused. He'd been concentrating so hard on not cuming, not making a fool of himself her eyes, that it took a second for him to readjust to anything other than the steady fucking.
"Pull the bureau over next to the bed."
"What the hell for? I'm balling you and you want the goddamn dresser next to the bed? What's with you?"
She felt his cock slowly deflating insider her cunt. He hadn't cum. This distraction had robbed him of his hard-on. Nothing more.
"I want to watch us fuck in the mirror. I want to see what it's like if I could get up and watch-and still have your wonderful cock fucking me!"
"That's sick." He sounded disgusted.
"No, it's not. I think it's wonderful! You can look, too. Imagine the sight of your prick spreading my pussy lips and digging in deep up my cunt. Wouldn't you like to see that-and do it at the same time?"
"No. Besides, it's too dark in here."
"So we turn the lights on. You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" She smiled and reached down between his legs. Gripping his limp penis, she began massaging it until he had a burgeoning hard-on again. His cock was throbbing with renewed lust for her. She knew he'd do what she wanted. He desired her more than anything else in the world.
He'd want to please her. If, for nothing else, just to get his rocks off in her cunt.
"Dammit," he snarled. "Okay, I'll drag that mother fuckin' thing over here so you can watch." He grunted as he pulled the heavy dresser close to the bed.
Under his breath he kept up a steady stream of curses. He was obviously not enthused with this new idea of his girlfriend's.
She came up with the damnedest things at times. He wondered what went on in that pretty head of hers. Actually wanting to watch! And to have the lights on, too. That seemed… kinky. It wasn't something he would, have ever done if it'd been left up to him.
Screwing was something done in bed with the lights off.
"There. Satisfied?"
"No," she said, smiling. "My poor little cunt doesn't have your huge cock in it any more. Come on and stick it back in. And then fuck me, fuck me harder than you've ever done before!"
This time his entry into her cunt was faster, harder. It jolted her and rattled her teeth.
This was more like it! She wanted it rough, quick and-as brutal as he could give it to her.
Even better, she had a perfect view of everything going on in the bed. Her snowy-white legs were spread wide. She could see his fierce red cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips. As the cock disappeared into her cunt, she felt the broad head pushing apart her cunt walls. The sight, the feeling, those were a double turn-on for her!
"Yesssss," she hissed from between clenched lips. "That's It! Let me have all your cock. NOW! Fuck me good!"
He did.
Watching in the mirror gave her as big a thrill as actually feeling his cock pistoning back and forth, lucking her with rutting strokes so totally different from his usual fucking. She had the mental stimulation that had been lacking before.
Her body sang a song of lust, of carnal joy. And she watched every thing he was doing to her.
She could see herself lifting her hips off the bed to meet his inward stroke.
The way her sex lips parted, grinning obscenely and sucking in his cock, made her breath come faster.
As it did, she watched her tits rising and falling. They bounced around like succulent Jell-O on a plate. The hard red nipples were cherries just waiting to be popped into an eager mouth.
When he actually began sucking on her tits again, she was close to her orgasm.
The wetness of his mouth all over her boobs added to the feelings damming up in her body. The gentle sensations seeping down into, her chest from his mouthings collided with the liquid fire she seemed to be breathing.
It mixed and produced intense excitement. But this was nothing compared to the wild fires lit in her belly, her cunt. The long prick fucking her had finally brought out her deepest hidden desires.
The way his cock stretched her virgin-tight cunt made her certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin. He'd never screwed her like this before.
Maybe she should have gotten him mad at her before this. She didn't care. He was really drilling into her, their crotches meeting with a wet slushy noise every- time he plunged deep into her cunt.
And she could watch it all. She could see her ass tensing and rising off the bed to meet his thrust. The way his balls bounced around to slap wetly against her ass was almost worth everything.
"That's it, that's iiiiiiit!" she screamed. Her body was thrashing around on the bed, pinioned by the throbbing spike of cock up her cunt. The way his mouth moved relentlessly all over her jugs told her he was nearing his own cum. It wouldn't be long.
She came with all the power of an avalanche smashing down a mountainside. She could barely focus her eyes on the mirror to watch his cock reaming her twat out. Then she dosed her eyes and shrieked, "AAI1III1EEEEEE!"
Her entire body was tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the release, both emotional and physical, that she had craved so.
As she drifted down from her sexual high, she felt his cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her cunt. The warmth of his jism pushed her own desires back up the slopes toward another climax but she never arrived.
He spent himself before she could get off again. He kept his prick inside her.
She could feel it slowly growing as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her, it might as well have been as thick.
Laurie realized how lousy Jack was in the sack. But he'd been better than nothing at least he'd given in to her and she'd been able to watch the screwing in the mirror. That added a new dimension to sex. She was glad she'd thought of that.
She was pulled out of her dreamy post-fucking haze by Jack's voice, "… I don't know why you ever talked me into this. Perverted. That's what it is, perverted. Actually balling with the lights on, for Christ's sake!"
She started to say something to him, then stopped. Jack was such a drag. Laurie didn't really much care what he thought about it. He'd been good-or at least available-when she needed sex.
It was time to look for someone more exciting.