Melinda stood in the shower, letting the warm torrent of water ease the frustration within her young body, still uncertain exactly what had driven Phil from her apartment. One moment the man's passion seemed to be flaring as high as hers. In the next instant, he left her high and dry.
Her sudsy hands crept down to the aching mound of her sex.
Deep within tingled the unfulfilled want for a man. She tried to ignore it, but her thoughts returned to Phil and her own frustration.
I damn well made it clear to him, she thought. He couldn't have misread my signals.
Thinking about what might have been did no good. It only increased her yearning for the young, red-headed man. Rinsing herself, she turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Grabbing a fluffy white towel from a rack, she stepped from the shower and vigorously rubbed the clinging droplets from her body.
First Robert, then Jace, followed by a small string of now faceless one-night stands, she pondered, and now Mr. Phil Howard.
Men, they're enough to give a girl an inferiority complex.
Carefully hanging her towel to dry, Melinda walked into her bedroom. She froze in mid-stride. Phil sat on the edge of her bed.
He was totally naked.
"What… how did you get in here?" Unaware of her own nakedness, Melinda's surprised gaze fell to the angry lance of cock jutting from the man's crotch.
"The door was unlocked," he said. "I just walked in. I thought about climbing in the shower with you, but decided this was nicer."
She suddenly became aware of her bare body. Phil's ravishing eyes hungrily moved over her nakedness. Like a young child, she suddenly had the urge to cover herself, feeling more than slightly embarrassed by the intimate invasion of her privacy.
"You seem terribly sure of yourself, Mr. Howard," she said.
"We're not back to that, are we? I thought I had talked you into calling me Phil?" His gaze halted on the firm, uplifted forms of her breasts. A definite mouth-watering sight, he decided. "And I'm not at all sure of myself. That's exactly why I left so quickly."
"What?"
"Two years without a woman, even one paid for," he said. "I don't think any man would be sure of himself. When we were on the floor, I was getting all the right signals, I wanted you. But nothing was happening. I panicked… the old male ego was in danger of being deflated."
Nothing looked deflated now, she thought. His cock stood stiffly at attention.
Fat and long, it throbbed and twitched in needy little movements. Clear drops of preseminal fluids oozed from the pinprick slit of its mouth.
His eyes followed hers. He glanced down at the rigid rod shafting up from his groin. A smile moved over his lips.
"I got out in the car and couldn't stop thinking about you," he said. "Things finally started happening. I rose to the occasion, so to speak. However the occasion had passed."
"And now you walk in here and expose yourself, thinking an erection will get you anything you want?" Melinda couldn't believe the nerve of this man.
"No, I came back to rape you if necessary," he replied casually. "Now, I realize I don't want you that way. And you don't seem to want me this way.
Can't blame a guy for trying, even if he is a bit too late."
Phil rose from the bed and walked to a chair where his clothes were neatly draped. He lifted his pants.
"No," Melinda found herself saying without thinking.
He turned to her, his eyes questioning.
Her confusion grew. Frustration and anger weren't conducive to clear thought.
What did she really want? Moments ago she was aching for this man. Now she was angry. Was it his sureness of her sexual availability? Was it her own ego getting in the way of what they both wanted?
"I don't know what to think of you, Phil Howard," she said.
"I do know you've got the most unusual style of any man I've ever met."
"Lack of style," he grinned. "But definitely bold."
A smile crept to her lips and she shook her head. "By all rights I should call the cops. You know that, don't you?"
"Yep," he said, dropping his pants to the floor. His gaze once more coursed over the supple sleekness of her body. "I also know I want you very much."
Two years, she mused, what was a man like after two years without a woman? A trembly shiver raced around in the warming recesses of her quim.
"That's easy enough to see." Her eyes emphasized her remark by once more dropping to his turgid prick. Again she shivered, wondering just what he was capable of doing with such a long- deprived prodder. "Stay, Phil Howard. I want you."
He crossed to her, eagerly sweeping her into his arms. While his mouth smothered hers, the stiff strength of his prick pressed against her belly. It throbbed and pulsed. She felt its virile strength, the power held within its long hardness-just waiting for her.
Her fingers crept downward to wiggle between their cores.
She shivered as her fingertips tentatively touched the thickness of his sex. It twitched and jerked. He moaned, thrusting his exploring tongue toward her throat.
His hands, at her waist, moved and guided her to the bed.
She sank down, lying on her back, his weight half on and half off her now totally willing body. His cock now pressed firmly against the silky flesh of her thighs. She felt his preseminal juices smearing over her leg.
His lips eased from hers and he pushed up to hover above her, balancing his weight on his elbows. His emerald-green eyes twinkled down at her, filled with delight.
"Melinda Tuning, you are beautiful," he whispered. "And, at this moment, I'm the luckiest man in the world."
She pulled him back to her. Her tongue leaped into his mouth, twisting and turning. She teased and toyed over his own tongue, then threw her oral digit back toward his throat. His jaws opened wide, allowing her to explore.
When they parted again, he rose back on his elbows. "I hope you haven't got hopes of sleeping tonight. I've never been a minuteman. And the way I feel right now, the sunrise will come before I do."
"Deeds, not words," she said, coyly smiling up at him. "A lot of men like to brag to a woman."
He grinned. "Fact, lovely lady. I'm stating fact."
His lips moved to her neck. She sighed, holding him close while his tongue worked its way up to toy over the delicate lobe of her ear. She wiggled under him, feeling those erotic surges that a real man creates within a woman, a man who cares about providing a woman with all she needs.
She didn't rush him. His lips and tongue slowly touched every inch of her neck and shoulders. Then he worked his way down.
Likewise, his mouth moved with deliberate languor as though each new spot of her body was to be fully tasted and explored before moving on to the next.
She moaned. He kissed into the valley between her breasts.
Tightly, she held him there for a long moment, enjoying the intimacy of his caress, the marvelous feel of his nakedness. She desperately wanted to feel that long, hard cock within her cunt, needed to possess its throbbing strength within her, But she didn't rush him, instead, she settled back to savor all the tingling sensations his slow taunting of her body created.
Tickling with the tip of his tongue, he spiraled up one of her tits inch by inch. When he reached the now-stiff crest of her nipple, his lips abandoned that warmly glowing peak without so much as a simple kiss.
Instead, his head rose, his eyes gleaming with an impish sparkle. He knew he was getting to her and enjoying the power of his sexual control of her body.
His head ducked back to her opposite breast.
Repeating his actions, he languidly kissed his way up and around her tits. This time, however, his mouth did not ignore the needy nipple topping her cone-like breast. His mouth opened, his teeth lightly nibbling at the, rubbery button.
"You fantastic bastard," she groaned, her back arching up, trying to stuff her tits into his face. "It's torture! You're torturing me with pleasure!"
He nodded in agreement and continued his delightful taunting of her breasts, moving from one to the other, then back again.
His hands joined his mouth. He sucked and squeezed. He licked and rolled. He nibbled and tugged.
White-hot heat burned within her thighs. It throbbed and grew, melting together deep within the heated core of her pussy.
Totally taken by surprise, she came.
She came, her cunt still empty and vacant. She came by his careful administration of her tits. She groaned out, grateful for this new carnal experience. All the times before, she had needed a man's cock within her or a tongue or finger on her clit. Now she rocked in ecstasy from the slow determined manipulation of her breasts. It felt so new and wonderful.
When the swirling pleasure settled in her mind, she once more became aware of his lips. They were on her flat belly, kissing downward. His tongue-tip dipped into the sensual well of her navel, playing there a moment and once more stirring passionate feelings within her body.
His breath wove through the soft down of her pussy, quickly followed by his weaving tongue. She shivered, knowing just where that oral digit was going.
Her wait wasn't long. Slipping between the wanton lips of her pussy, his tongue tickled into the heated channel of her quim.
With the same deliberate languor he had used on her tits, he ate her cunt.
In long, slow, laving swirls, he washed over the inner folds of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her. Up and down his tongue lapped, paying careful attention to the extended nubbin of her clit.
Unable to remain passive, she swung around, wiggling beneath his hips when they rose. Her mouth and hands found the swollen fuckstick they longed for. Trying to imitate his taunting slowness, her own tongue played up and down his dork and balls.
Then she took him in her mouth and sucked him deep into her throat.
His hips cautiously worked up and down, fucking her face, while his mouth busied the pink, juicy lips of her cunt. She felt him thicken under the luxury of her oral caresses. She detected the growing hardness of him, the urgent twitching of need in his groin.
She knew what was to come next-him! She could already taste the thick rush of his seed fountain into her mouth and throat.
Abruptly, his hips jerked upward, sliding his cock from her lips. She groaned-then louder. Before she could protest his action, his tongue homed in on her clit.
She writhed and twisted under him. Her hips hunched up and down, caught in the age-old rhythm of need. To accommodate her, he slid a finger into her vacant pussy.
Within moments, she came for the second time. Her body rocked and shook with an even more violent explosion of delight.
When her eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure and looking as though she had slugged down three fingers of 100 proof bourbon, he hovered about her again, grinned. He kissed her, his lips and tongue still tasting of her cunt.
She didn't mind.
"You're one sensual woman," he whispered.
"And you're one hell of a man," she sighed, "I feel so warm and cozy-exhausted and drained. I could drift off and sleep for years."
"Not yet," he said. His hips pressed between the open invitation of her creamy white thighs. His cock rubbed up and down, taunting the lips of her cunt.
She trembled, a delicious shiver shooting through her body.
"I've still got two years pent-up within me," he continued.
"And I think it's about time I did something about it."
"So do I." Suddenly she didn't feel as sleepy as she thought.
"Fuck me, Phil Howard. Push that magnificent cock up into my pussy."
She reached down and grasped his thick cock, giving it a healthy squeeze. She smiled when he groaned, his hips quivering with need. Now she knew why he had pulled his cock from her mouth. He saved the aching load of his loins for her pussy.
Deftly, she guided the thick head of his prick to the waiting lips of her quim.
Inwardly, his pelvis moved, sliding his ramrod of flesh into the humid harbor of her belly. Her sigh of fulfillment echoed his moan of pleasure.
Melinda expected him to be like a turned-on jackhammer, pounding his cock into the soft, enfolding pocket of her cunt.
But he didn't move. Holding her closely, he simply lay atop the voluptuous contours of her body, bathing his prick in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt and twitched with eagerness, but he soaked in the luxury of her body-the first woman he had known in two years.
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 loveshaft drilled into the welcoming confines of her pussy. She wiggled a bit, mating 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 hypersensitive 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.