Four years later.
"Since we're going to be working together on this case, Mr. Hopkins, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me about yourself," said the beautiful young American girl sitting across from him. Her bright pink lips were very full and sensuous, and her dark eyes sparkled with teasing promise.
Her name was Elizabeth Morris.
Prickteaser! That was the first word that occurred to Frank as he studied the features of the young girl who had been assigned to work with him in the puzzling wartime venture. But there was no doubt that she was a very appealing young woman. Beneath her thin white blouse he could clearly discern a well-filled white brassiere which came to two steep points, and from her manner he could tell that she was proud of her full figure. The restaurant table concealed the lower half of her body, but he had previously noted her beautifully rounded hips and full, shapely legs.
"There's really not much to tell," Frank replied quietly, his voice giving no indication that he was aware of the understatement he was making. "Since I was a pilot, I went into the R.A.F. the minute the war started. I was assigned to a fighter pilot base designed to protect London and the south of England."
The girl was listening quietly, her eyes beaming with admiration that girls often displayed for fighter pilots. Frank had seen that look often back in England. He remembered his last sexual conquest before leaving for the States. For some reason he could no longer recall the girl's name. She was a member of the Women's Auxiliary Air Force, and the two of them had been trapped in a sudden and completely unexpected air raid.
They embraced suddenly, impulsively, instinctively, their mouths and tongues meeting. There was no time for them to remove their uniforms.
Frank's hand slid up under her thick WAAF skirt, over her cobwebby black stockings and toward the elastic of her directoire knickers. He slipped his finger under the elastic and up to the top of her stockings. The touch of her warm bare thighs sent quivers up and down his spine, and her small hands began working to release his suddenly pounding manhood from his fly.
Moving up her velvety thighs, Frank's fingers soon found the deliciously warm, waterfall of feminine juices. As his fingers separated her plump cuntal lips and explored the wet interior, her small hand closed tightly around his pulsating, blood-filled penis. The girl hastily removed her knickers, and with her uniform skirt up to the waist, lay back with her girlish charms exposed in the framework of her black garter belt and stockings. Frank quickly mounted her and plunged his painfully throbbing cock into her wet wonderland. The spontaneity of it all and the danger of the air raid more than made up for the lack of foreplay, and the two of them climaxed together in a joyous celebration of life.
Frank could still vividly recall how she had tenderly wiped him off afterwards with her silken knickers.
"To stay alive in the Battle of Britain," Frank continued his narrative,
"you had to be either lucky or good, or a little bit of both. I was lucky but I wasn't so good. After I got shot down, I figured the war was probably over for me. Then Intelligence came up with this operation in the States, and here I am."
He left unsaid what his dinner companion already knew. His former pupil, Erica Schmidt, was alleged to be a Nazi spy operating in wartime Washington, D.C., and according to the briefing that Frank had received she had apparently successfully compromised a high U.S. official.
Frank's mission was to find her and, if possible, use her as an unwilling double agent to transmit false information to the enemy. The mission was complicated by various factors, one of which was that Erica had apparently undergone an operation to disguise her identity. Another factor, which he didn't like to think about, was the possibility that she would recognize him first and take steps to eliminate him.
"And how do you propose to go about this operation?" Elizabeth asked, taking a cautious look around to see that no one was listening. "I was told that you have some special qualifications for the job, but apart from that I'm completely in the dark."
"I don't think we should talk here," Frank told her. "Perhaps there's some place we could be alone."
Elizabeth's eyes lit up with promise. "We could go to my apartment," she told him. "It's within walking distance."
Outside the restaurant, Frank was keenly aware of the sharp click of her high heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing black patent leather spike heels and pointed toes and, despite the hosiery shortage, sheer dark brown nylons. He had noted earlier that her stocking seams were perfectly vertical, and emphasized the swelling curvaceousness of her full calves.
Her apartment proved to be small but comfortable, and also quite well furnished for a working girl. Elizabeth smiled at him as she switched on the lights. "Housing conditions being what they are, I'm lucky to have my own place," she told him.
"Quite nice. Quite nice," Frank observed quietly, taking a quick look around.
"Sit down and I'll bring you a liqueur," she suggested.
Frank seated himself in a comfortable chair, and watched her curvaceous bottom jiggling under her navy blue skirt as she disappeared from the room. She returned in a moment with the drinks, and placed them on a small coffee table in front of him. Picking up his drink, Frank pretended not to notice as she seated herself across from him and crossed her shapely legs with a flash of nylon.
"Now tell me what you're planning," she told him. "And what part I'm supposed to play in it."
"There are seven girls sharing an apartment," he told her, naming a location a few blocks away. "All of the intelligence people are sure that Erica is one of those girls, but they don't know which one. Now I'm told that there's room for one more girl in that apartment, and that's where you come in. We can arrange to have you meet one of the girls and sign on as an additional roommate. Now, what kind of a cover story do you have?"
Sipping lightly on her liqueur, Elizabeth was leaning back comfortably and slowly swinging her free leg back and forth. Her blue skirt had started to ride up, and Frank could catch a glimpse of the darker portions of her stockings.
Suspecting that she was deliberately teasing him, Frank tried hard not to notice. But the irregular sex life imposed upon him by the wartime conditions left him continually susceptible to feminine charms, and he could already feel the initial stirrings of a potential erection.
"I came here in nineteen-thirty-eight when my uncle was elected to Congress," Elizabeth told him. "I was his secretary."
From the way she hesitated before pronouncing the final word, Frank wondered if mistress might not have been a more appropriate description of her duties.
"He was defeated when he ran for re-election in nineteen-forty and went back home," she continued. "However, I stayed and took a position with the Bureau." A sudden flicker of a smile crossed her face as she spoke, as if she had at that instant become aware of the stimulating effect she was having on her English visitor.
"Well, you'll have to work out some kind of a story," Frank told her, not bothering with the details. "Make them think you're a new girl in town or something."
"Okay, But how do I go about finding out which one is Erica, assuming she's there?" she asked. "Why can't you just pick her out yourself?"
Frank shook his head. "No, they've shown me pictures of all the girls and I can't pick her out."
"Then why did they bring you all the way over here?" Elizabeth asked.
"It seems to me that she'll recognize you first and put some strychnine in your tea."
"There's always that danger," Frank agreed. "But I was sent here because I could recognize things about Erica that others couldn't." He spoke slowly, obviously trying to speak in the most discreet fashion possible.
"She obviously had a face lift, but there are other areas of her body that…"
"So it's that way?" Elizabeth interrupted as she suddenly grasped the true nature of the relationship between the headmaster and his former pupil.
"Yes," Frank readily admitted. "And I know what things get her going, what things turn her on. For example, she has certain Lesbian tendencies that can get the best of her under certain circumstances."
Elizabeth's cheeks suddenly flashed a bright crimson. "You don't think that I'm…" she fumed.
"You may have to pretend," he told her. "But Erica has an even bigger hang-up. Nothing turns her on like a good hot spanking!"
For a moment Elizabeth looked at him in an uncomprehending manner, as if she were waiting for him to finish the punch line of a joke. "So what?" she finally asked. "You just can't go around spanking girls…"
"I have a plan," Frank told her quietly. "One that I think will work."
"Let me get another round of drinks and then you can tell me about it,"
Elizabeth told him, giving him a brief glimpse of white thigh as she uncrossed her legs to get up.
Frank watched her leave the room, noting from the way that her provocative bottom jounced under her skirt that she was obviously wearing a garter belt rather than a girdle to hold up her stockings. By this time he found himself with a firm erection that was becoming difficult to conceal. Elizabeth returned with another round of drinks and, seating herself, crossed her legs with little attempt to control her skirt. Her stockings ended a little more than half-way up her thighs, revealing carnation-white flesh that contrasted vividly with the black suspenders of her garter belt. The stocking bands were wide, about a quarter of the length of her entire thigh, with two distinct shades melding into each other.
"All right, tell me your plan!" she told him, giving him a candid downward glance that indirectly informed him that she was aware of his erection.
Swinging her leather-clad foot back and forth in a thoroughly distracting fashion, Elizabeth listened first with disbelief and then with almost unconcealed amusement as Frank outlined his plan to her.
"It'll never work," she told him when he had finished. "These are grown women. In their twenties. They'd never agree to something that wild."
"Yes, they will," Frank told her confidently. "If necessary, we can tip off some of the girls so that they can pretend to go along with it."
"Well, we can try it at least," Elizabeth agreed.
The business portion of their meeting obviously having ended, there was a brief silence as each waited for the other to make the next move.
"Now that business is over for the time being, perhaps it's time for some pleasure!" Frank told her.
"Perhaps!" Elizabeth smiled, flashing a seductive glance at him.
Frank quickly moved to a seated position beside her on the couch, his bulging erection quite apparent. Elizabeth slipped her slender arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers in a long, lingering kiss. Her full, sensuous lips tasted sweet and receptive, and she gradually opened them so that their tongues could meet. With a quick, darting movement, she skimmed the warm tip of her tongue around the inside of his mouth.
"You're a very attractive young woman," Frank told her, his hand brushing against her sheer nylons as he began pulling up her navy blue skirt. She made no attempt to stop him and in a moment her skirt was up over the darker bands of her stockings, revealing white thighs and garter belt suspenders.
"How do you like these nylons?" Elizabeth asked, extending her legs together so that he could view their entire length. "They're really hard to get."
"Well, why don't you leave them on while I make love to you?" Frank suggested with a smile.
"Okay!" she agreed, her amused laugh indicating that she had no objection to accommodating such a harmless fetish. "But you'll have to take off all your clothes!"
"Fair enough!" Frank agreed.
As his pretty hostess sat watching with her skirt pulled up over the tops of her stockings, he quickly began peeling off all of his clothing.
After removing everything else, he stood facing her as he removed first his slacks and then his shorts. As he straightened up after discarding his shorts, Elizabeth's eyes widened and flashed with undisguised pleasure at the sight of the blood-engorged and rigidly hard cock.
"Mmmmmm, that's enough to make any girl's mouth water!" she exclaimed, impulsively leaning forward and planting a moist, warm kiss right on the sleek crown. Grasping the elongated trunk with one hand, she quickly skimmed her warm pink tongue over the entire head. "You don't know how hard it is to get good prick these days, honey!" she told him, punctuating her remarks with hot, eager kisses down the base of his aching masculine shaft. "Even in Washington there's a real manpower shortage."
More than a little dismayed by her total capitulation before his rigidly upright, pounding manhood, Frank took in a deep breath and held it as her pretty mouth worked its magic on him.
"Love it! Love it!" Elizabeth went on, turning her head from one side to the other so that the smooth head could brush against her soft, feminine cheeks. "So hard and so big!"
Without further ado, the comely young brunette began disrobing. His steeply erect spear throbbing with virile anticipation, Frank watched as she quickly kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her pretty face was quite flushed with an appealing mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
The blouse quickly came off to reveal a tightly packed white brassiere that stood out vividly against her pink flesh. Standing up, she unfastened her blue skirt and quickly stepped out of it, revealing feminine curves outlined in trim white panties and full, shapely, stocking-clad legs. Attired only in her matching white panties and brassiere, black garter belt and dark-brown stockings, she paused for a moment to allow him to inspect her alluring feminine curves. A teasing smile on her hotly flushed face, she kept her eyes riveted on Frank's stiff, hotly pulsating lance.
Frank watched intently as she reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. Slowly, she pulled the straps from her shoulders and permitted her full ripe breasts to spill from the cones of the brassiere. The two pink tips, slightly uptilted, stood out vividly against milk-white flesh as the two mounds quivered with their newfound freedom.
"Jeez!" Frank muttered hoarsely, a remark precipitated by the fact that he had suspected that there had been at least some padding in her brassiere.
Elizabeth hooked her slim fingers into the waistband of her white panties and began peeling them downward. Frank could feel his blood-swollen cock aching with erotic tension as the triangular tuft of luxuriantly brown hair, filmy with feminine dew, came into view. The heavy growth of brunette foliage permitted only a teasing display of her pink, sensuously full cuntal lips as she stepped out of her panties.
Completely nude except for her black garter belt and tautly suspendered, dark brown stockings, Elizabeth stood in front of Frank with her arms opened. Her voluptuous body was a lush mixture of feminine curves and contrasts, her narrow, almost tiny, waist emphasizing the lush fullness of her breasts and hips.
"Still want me to leave my stockings on?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Yes," Frank replied tersely. "C'mere."
Elizabeth stepped forward and their bare bodies melted against one another in a warm embrace. Her soft hands around the back of his neck, the vibrantly warm and obviously highly sexed young woman eagerly pulled his head down to her upturned face. Her mouth was open and their tongues quickly met, flicking and stabbing against one another with little darting movements. Frank's pulsating, rock-hard prick was pressed tightly against her smooth tummy, while her voluptuous, satiny breasts were nearly crushed against his hairy chest.
As their tongues skimmed the insides of one another's mouths, Elizabeth sighed eagerly and submissively in his arms. One small hand slowly came down the side of his masculine body and came to rest on his pulsating, blood-inflated manhood. Her slim fingers worked down to his scrotum, gently cupped his sperm-laden balls for a moment, and then slowly journeyed upward in a provocatively teasing manner, ending with a firm squeeze. The squeeze became progressively more tight and demanding. It was all too apparent that the gorgeous young brunette was simply starved for cock!
At the same time, Frank's hands slowly moved down her warm, smooth back, massaging the tender flesh and pulling her even closer to him. Moving downward, his hands firmly cupped her satiny smooth, girlishly plump buttocks in a firm grip, squeezing and kneading the soft, resilient flesh. How he would love to spank that delightfully feminine bottom of hers! And perhaps he would get that chance, he told himself. Slowly, he slipped his right middle finger into the crevice of her buttocks, and traced a course downward to the small, pink hole. Elizabeth quivered and moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he slowly inserted his finger into the narrow channel. Her warm, feminine body wriggled convulsively and pressed even closer to him.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Frank told her, momentarily breaking the tight embrace in which they had been locked.
In the small bedroom, Frank quickly stretched out in a supine position on the bed. When she saw him in that position, Elizabeth knew at once what he wanted her to do. Her eyes fastened on his turgid, rock-hard bone and swollen sac of red balls, the shapely brunette stretched out at right angles to his body. Brushing her hair back so that it would not fall down over her eyes, she reached out and grabbed his hot, hard man-meat in a tight grip. Her pink tongue moistening her lips, she leaned forward and kissed the sleek crown hungrily right on the blunt opening.
"Such a beautiful cock!" she murmured quietly but with obvious agitation. "I want to kiss it and suck it and love it! Oh, let me suck it! I want to get it all the way into my mouth! And then I want it in my cunt!"
The lascivious words were accompanied by excited, emotional kisses up and down the full length of Frank's hotly pulsating maleness. Her stockinged legs were open and he could see the telltale feminine honey oozing from her thick, sensuously full pussy lips. The rich brown pubic hair which partially camouflaged her coral groove was glistening from the heavy dew, and he could clearly sense the steaming heat that was obviously beginning to build up in that feminine temple.
"Oh, I just love the taste of it!" she exclaimed. "So virile and masculine! I want to eat it so bad!"
Eagerly but gently, she cupped his swollen red balls in one palm and leaned down to lick them with her warm, pink tongue. The voluptuous brunette tongue washed them all over, even opening her mouth and sucking each individually inside her mouth in a teasingly playful but highly provocative fashion. As Frank watched closely, she continued caressing him in this manner until both organs were coated with her warm, sticky saliva.
"That's the way, baby!" Frank told her. There was nothing like a talented fellatrix to remind him of how much he had been missing lately.
Even at this early stage of the game, his hot, rigid shaft was aching painfully for release and his pelvic muscles were automatically moving back and forth with quick, somewhat jerky movements.
Next, Elizabeth began to move her eager mouth up the rigid, almost frantically sensitive underside of his stiffly erect penis, nibbling and kissing the tense muscle in an avid, adoring fashion. Although her brunette hair, which had become slightly mussed, was partially obscuring his view, Frank could clearly discern the blissful expression on her brightly flushed face. As she worked her way up to the mushroom-shaped, purplish-hued crown, she discerned a trickle of cum trailing down from the small opening. With a quick stab of her warm pink tongue, she lapped up the salty virile fluid and Frank could see that she thoroughly enjoyed that masculine taste in her mouth. Forming her bright, pink lips into a pretty oval, she slipped them down over the tip of the massive head and started sucking him into her mouth.
"Oh, wow, that's the way, honey!" Frank told her. "Now let's see how much meat you can get into your mouth!"
He watched as more and more of his pounding masculine tool began disappearing between her pink, sensuous lips, and could feel her tongue busily at work with tantalizing flicks and stabs. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression of dreamy contentment on her face despite the obvious strain of having such a thick piece of virile man-flesh in her mouth. Every nerve in his frantically throbbing prick was twitching spasmodically, causing him to groan with pleasure and from time to time arch his back up off the bed.
"That's the way to make it grow, baby!" he told her, his hoarse tone of voice reflecting his pleasure.
With several inches of rock-hard, masculine meat jammed into her oral cavity, Elizabeth paused to let herself get used to it. Her salivary glands were doing double duty, constantly bathing his pulsating virile organ with their warm, soothing juices and also forcing her to swallow quite audibly from time to time. Her voluptuous body, its pink white flesh contrasting vividly with her black garter belt and dark stockings, was constantly in motion with cat-like, sensuous, coiling movements that were thoroughly provocative to watch.
"Go ahead and suck it for me, baby!" Frank spoke in a semi-whisper, watching her closely and immensely enjoying the visual as well as tactile pleasures of having a warm, wet feminine mouth surrounding his almost-painfully aching cock.
He watched her lips pulling out into slick pink ridges as she began moving her comely mouth back and forth on his pulsing manhood. Each time she tried to get just a little more of that thick slab of meat into her mouth, she invariably succeeded although the strain of working it in so deeply was becoming quite apparent.
"Oh, wow!" Frank exclaimed, watching her lush breasts jouncing seductively as she swayed back and forth. "That's getting it in deep, baby! Real deep!"
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned from time to time, the purely animal noises revealing sheer sexual pleasure and total involvement.
The sucking movements became progressively faster and the penetration correspondingly deeper. To his dismay, Frank suddenly felt his oversize penile crown sliding from the roof of her wet mouth deep into her throat. Jesus, she's swallowed me up completely, he thought to himself!
Looking downward, he could see her bright pink lips brushing against his dark pubic hairs, and could hear her gurgle as she swallowed a large accumulation of saliva. "Beautiful, baby, beautiful!" he told her, reaching down to run his hand through her dark brunette hair. "I didn't think it was possible for a gal to get seven inches of cock in her mouth!"
With the thick slab of virile meat penetrating into her throat, Elizabeth lay almost motionless for a few moments. Frank could feel and observe her pink lips nibbling on the base of his pounding shaft, and could feel her slippery tongue busily at work with little snake-like movements. She was having some problem breathing, and he could feel her hot breath against his aching balls as she exhaled.
Without discernibly moving her head, she began sucking once again. Frank could clearly hear the gurgly sound of feminine saliva being drawn inward, and could see that her pretty cheeks were fully collapsed. With her natural sexual talents, what a match-up she would make with that little bitch, Erica! Frank could easily envision the two of them with their lush bodies tangled in a hot, wet sixty-nine, their pretty faces plastered lasciviously against one another's pussies!
"Okay, baby, I think it's about time for the main course!" he told her abruptly, pushing her head back with one hand.
His throbbing saliva-coated penis slid from her mouth with a lewd plop, and she hastily brushed some excess saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. Breathless and hotly flushed with excitement, the comely brunette quickly crawled up beside him and stretched out in a supine position, her arms and stockinged legs opened invitingly. Her rose-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly, and she continually arched her back in a feline manner.
"Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me!" she begged as he grabbed one plump, resilient breast in his hand and squeezed it hard. "Please! Please! Don't make me wait!"
Frank leaned forward to press his face against her voluptuous breasts.
"Is cock really that hard to get around here?" he asked, a little dismayed that a girl so attractive could be so horny.
"Yes!" Elizabeth admitted. "Especially when you're as… as oversexed as I am!"
Frank buried his face against her melony breasts, and rapidly began kissing and tonguing them all over. Roaming all over them with his eager mouth, he at the same time kneaded and massaged the two heavy mounds with his hands in a firm and sometimes almost rough manner.
"Ouch! Oh! Ow!" Elizabeth cried out, although it was quite apparent that she found the vigorous massage quite stimulating. "Ow! Please, not so rough!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.
Despite her protests, however, Elizabeth's sexual involvement quickly reached a new plateau of excitement. Her ripe, plump breasts became hard and incredibly sensitive, and her entire body writhed with the pre-coital movements of a young woman who was simply starving for man-meat. Her stockinged legs were upraised and thrown wide open at the knees, leaving her pink cuntal lips and sopping wet bush lasciviously on display.
"Fuck me, please! Please! I need it so bad!" she begged. "Please, fuck me!" Her small hand clawed excitedly at his throbbing, saliva-slick member as she spoke. "Please, I'm just dying for it!"
"Really need it that bad, huh?" Frank tormented her, his hand grasping one nylon-clad knee and moving slowly but firmly up to her bare thigh and then to her wet cuntal opening.
Elizabeth squirmed girlishly and gasped as his fingers separated the thick, juicy lips of her vulva and explored the wet interior. A cascade of wet feminine honey inundated his fingers as he slid two fingers past her tensely humming clitoris and into her vagina. Impaled on the two probing fingers, the highly aroused brunette twisted and writhed with sexual torment. Clutching and grabbing frantically at his pounding, brick-hard prick, she began breathing in a loud, deeply passionate manner.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged in a distraught, almost tearful fashion.
"Please! Fuck me! I need it so bad!"
Frank rolled over and mounted her between her outstretched stockinged legs, maneuvering so that his bulging blood-filled cock was directly aligned with her dripping, steaming hot pussy. Elizabeth's hand slipped under his hard masculine body, grabbing the thick stiff muscle to escort it inside her. Her velvety soft, squirming body felt delightfully feminine and submissive under him, and he could feel her stockings brushing his bare flesh as she excitedly hooked her legs around him. The immense cockhead fitted between the slippery outer folds, and Frank drove forward with a forceful thrust that sliced her vagina open like a hot knife cutting through butter.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth cried out exultantly as she felt the rigid, thick organ dilating and completely filling her tight pink tunnel.
Frank thrust forward as hard as he could, completely uniting their sexual organs in an almost brutal thrust. Resting on his knees and elbows upon her recumbent body, Frank could feel her delightfully wet vaginal walls clinging tightly to his throbbing, rock-hard shaft. Her lush smooth feminine body was hot and tense, and he could feel her twisting with instinctively sensuous movements as the rigid blood-filled cock penetrated to her very nether depths. Feminine juices, as if bubbling from some magic inner fountain, bathed and lubricated his massive pleasure tool with their pungent fluids, leaving it as slick as grease.
Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!" Elizabeth begged. "That big meat feels so wonderful between my legs!" Her voice was almost distraught, and he could see that her eyes were widely dilated with sexual abandonment.
Timing himself carefully to obtain the maximum gratification for both of them, Frank begin thrusting back and forth astride her magnificent body, driving his aching prick deep into her tightly stretched cunt. Her smooth arms and stockinged legs wrapped tightly around his naked, thrusting body, Elizabeth began moving her hips around under him with expert movements. She was breathing quite heavily and he could feel her steeply erect breasts tormenting his bare chest as she continually arched her back and twisted around under him with feline movements.
"Harder! Harder! I need it so bad!" she pleaded between loud gasps. "I don't care if it hurts!"
Frank progressively increased the tempo and she could feel his heavy, bloated balls slapping against her with each forward thrust. His pelvis was pressed down hard against hers, and each surging stroke tantalized her highly charged clitoris with an almost-electric jolt of raw, physical pleasure. Her own expert thrusts threw her gorgeous buttocks up at him, working his wildly pounding prong even deeper into her wetly clinging little pussy and then furiously milking it for its magic juices. Their bodies felt glued together in a wild medley of tantalizing physical sensations.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth gasped. "Just keep fucking me like this! Don't ever stop! It feels so gooood!"
Thoroughly lubricated by her bubbly feminine juices, Frank's blood-distended, painfully aching prick slid back and forth inside her hotly clinging vagina at a progressively faster rate. Flinching and gasping each time the bone-hard shaft penetrated to her cervix, Elizabeth squirmed wildly and clutched frantically at his wildly surging body. Her nylon-clad legs coiled upward and she began kicking at his hips with her heels, forcing him to plunge even deeper into her hotly burning, totally vulnerable pussy.
"That's the way, baby!" Frank told her. "Turn on! Let yourself go completely!" What a sexpot! he told himself. How I'd love to have her and Erica in bed with me for a session of three-way sex!
"Ow! Ooooohhhh, harder! Harder!" Elizabeth cried out, sheer sexual pleasure mixed with a tinge of masochistic pain as the thick hard rod drove relentlessly back in her twisting, frantic cunt. "Harder! Harder!
Make it hurt!" she pleaded. "Ouch! Oh! Ooooohhhh!"
As the dizzy pace threatened to get completely out of control, Frank found himself ramming back and forth with powerful, punishing strokes that thrust his painfully aching cock in to the hilt. Elizabeth gasped and shuddered with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain each time he slammed his weight downward against her, and responded to each thrust by throwing her hips upward to maximize the penetration. Feminine juices bubbled from her blistering hot cunt and seemed to glue their lewdly welded bodies even tighter together.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oh! Ohh!" Elizabeth tried to speak but was too breathless to get the words out. "I'm cum…"
"Let yourself go! Let go!" Frank exclaimed although he was almost as breathless as she was.
The incredibly ticklish, intense sensations in his throbbing, nearly bursting penis began to overwhelm him, and Frank pumped and thrust with wild lunges that threw his entire weight down against his partner's voluptuous body. Despite the pounding she was absorbing, Elizabeth kept throwing her ass upward in response to his almost-brutal thrusts. He could feel her vaginal walls snapping at him with reflexive spasms, while at the same time her heels continued to beat a frantic tattoo on his upturned buttocks.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth screamed as her initial orgasmic release began to convulse her entire body.
Realizing that the two of them were about to explode together, Frank thrust forward as hard as he could and pinned her wildly squirming body under him as his bloated balls suddenly began emptying themselves with spasmodic spurts. Elizabeth emitted a shrill, almost-hysterical cry of sheer sexual ecstasy as she suddenly felt the steaming semen spewing deep into her twitching vagina.
"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" the overwrought young woman screamed, her long fingernails cutting almost painfully deep into Frank's bare back as she hugged him fiercely to her. Her violent orgasmic convulsions lifted them both high off the bed, and he could feel her vaginal walls frantically squeezing his bursting cock in an iron-grip, as if trying to suck out every last driblet of cum.
Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed on the bed afterwards in a tangle of arms and legs. Frank was in no hurry to disengage, and could feel the young woman's delicious young body still quivering and shivering with pleasure as they lay with their organs soaking together.
"That was beautiful!" she told him, her voice filled with gratitude.
"When I took this assignment, they didn't tell me you were such a stud."
As Frank's limp penis oozily exitted from her dripping cunt, Elizabeth quickly grabbed it and spread the excess cum over her fingers. With a teasing smile on her face, she began licking her fingers one by one in a manner that left no doubt that she thoroughly relished the virile, salty taste of cum. "Mmmm, is that delicious!" she told him, smacking her lips with satisfaction.
"Yeah, that's right," he told her. "Let's live it up tonight because we may not get the chance when we get started on this operation."
"Okay," Elizabeth agreed. "Do you still want me to keep my stockings on?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"I think you know the answer to that!" he replied.