Following two unsuccessful marriages, Grace Raymond had the definite idea that her life needed a change of pace.
One hobby that Grace had pursued passionately during both marriages prior to their termination points was that of skiing, which she eventually became good enough to excel in.
When her second marriage ended Grace decided to move to the thriving ski area of Sleepy Valley, where she was able to secure a position as a ski instructor.
She hoped that the clean fresh mountain air coupled with the spartan athletic life would be just the ticket to make her forget about her marital failures and enable her to at least make a brand new start on a new life.
A number of Grace's students were teenagers, and some needed a good deal of confidence instilled into them, something that Grace was quick to impart to the best of her ability.
Don Dunne was a tall, shy teenager who needed some psychological bolstering, and once that Grace began to take a strong interest in him, she found that she was developing a passionate desire toward him sexually.
At first Grace attempts to resist her strong sensual impulses, but finally her inhibitions break down, and ultimately her desire to see young Don progress sexually exceeds even that of wanting to see him develop into a fine skier.
When Grace finds out just how much pleasure she can derive through letting herself go with a handsome and willing student, her inhibitions begin to vanish as she sees other opportunities evolve.
Eventually Grace discovers that a ski community can become a very romantic area when the people and the opportunities appear present virtually all the time.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
My second marriage had broken up and here I was, at twenty-five years of age, trying to pick up the pieces of my twice-shattered life.
I had first been married to the football hero at the high school where we were both attending. It was one of these marriages that, if Hollywood had been writing about it in a movie, it would have worked out just beautifully. Something like Love Story. I was the queen of the junior prom and my husband was the captain of the football team in All-League.
He made All-League in things other than football, I found out much to my dismay after we got married a few months after we both graduated from high school. He turned out to really be an All-League jerk, kind of an all-purpose idiot who wanted to do nothing more than fuck me and get drunk. When it came to trying to get a job or get ahead in any way, all I could get him to do was visit the local bar, and that only posed additional problems.
The second time I married I decided I would go the stability route. After all, I had married the football captain, a regular Greek god type, and that had been a collosal failure. So I decided that next time around I'd go for security. The guy I married had plenty of money all right, and I got to see some of it every now and then, but that was it. I just got to see it. As far as prying any of it loose from the tight-fisted son-of-a-bitch, there was never any prospect for that. He just wasn't having any of it. And I wasn't getting any of it. And since that was the big reason why I married him, for security purposes and because I figured I'd finally be around somebody who had attained some level of prosperity, when that theory exploded so did the marriage.
So at twenty-five there I was, still a very pursued girl, but kind of getting tired of it. Usually the guys that would chase me were guys that gave me a pain in the ass. Either they were big money men who wanted to entice me with a few trinkets like my second husband had done, or else they were worthless slobs like my first husband. There just didn't seem to be any in between where I was concerned.
The one thing that I had developed an affinity for with both of my husbands was skiing. Since my first husband was an all-purpose athlete, he took up skiing along with certain other athletic endeavors, and he was very good at it. He got me interested in the beginning, by giving me my first instructions and coaching me along as best he could.
Since I told you that my second husband had some bread, he liked to visit some of the classy ski slopes throughout the world. One of the few things he ever did for me was to take me with him to the Austrian and Swiss Alps for some skiing. I found out once I got over there that it really wasn't all the noble gesture I had cracked it up to be. I could see that he was trying to make points with some of his colleagues in business by showing them what a gorgeous young thing he had latched onto. I guess it did the bastard's ego worlds of good.
At any rate, I got pretty good at skiing by the time that my second marriage came to an end, and so, when I was looking for a change of pace and wanted to get away from the rigors of city life in San Francisco, I decided to visit an old haunt of mine that I had skied in many years before and just see if maybe I could line up a job for myself as a ski instructor. I figured I might as well be in the outdoors and enjoy myself to whatever extent I could. I figured that it couldn't hurt my morals, at any rate.
So I got a job at Sleepy Valley, situated not far from Lake Arrowhead. The guy who was one of the top ski instructors there was somebody that I had known from years before, and he immediately gave me a job, feeling particularly sorry for me after I told him my plight about having just experienced the break-up of my second marriage.
One of the first persons that I had to instruct was a very shy, tall, but quite handsome young man by the name of Don Dunne.
Young Don had enough in the way of athletic ability. He was really a very well coordinated young fellow for his age, but what I had to do was to instill some confidence in him. It appeared that he had been put down quite a bit at home by his father, who was a big achiever. As a result he had an inferiority complex, idolizing his father and carrying with him the impression that he wasn't worth one hell of a lot.
I set out to change Don's mental attitude, since I figured that that was far more important than teaching him the fundamentals. He could pick up the fundamentals, I reasoned, provided that he had the right mental attitude, but without that he was through as far as learning to ski or anything else was concerned.
After I had taken him out on about the second or third time, I got on him a little bit, riding him gently, but staying with it none the less.
"If some weak gal like me can do this, certainly you ought to be able to," I would chide him.
"You're not weak and you've got so much confidence, so much ability," Don said. "I'm sorry, but I just can't seem to do what you can."
"Come on now. You haven't even tried. Remember that I've been doing it for a long time, but I was at the point where you are right now. Where I was falling all over myself. Let's give it another try."
So young Don gave it a try. My heart went out to him as I saw him slide around there on his skis in the snow. He twisted around a small tree, then landed on the seat of his pants. I tried to laugh the whole thing off, but I could see how humiliated he felt. There was no reason for him to, since it happens to the best of them.
"Come on now, a little fall isn't gonna make that much difference," I said. "The important thing is that you're getting into it. You're trying. You keep that up and the confidence will develop. And as the confidence develops you're gonna become a good skier. Just take my word for it. Give yourself a chance."
"You're just like that football coach I read about," Don shook his head as he got up from the snow.
"Who's that?"
"This guy that they had at Notre Dame years ago," he said. "His name was Knute Rockne."
"I've heard of him. It's quite flattering for you to even mention me in the same breath."
"I heard he was always trying to get the most out of everybody, and he did a pretty good job of it. Well, that's what's happening here. You're doing your best for somebody who just doesn't seem to have the talent."
"I'm not gonna hear any more of that," I snapped. "Look, now, I don't waste my time. I've been giving you my conscientious best for a long time now, and here you are, just moaning and telling me how bad everything is. So let's forget all about that negativism."
The lesson concluded and we walked back up to the top of the slope. I looked at my watch and recognized that my regular workday had come to an end. The sun was beginning to rapidly fall and I loved the beautiful sunset that I observed over the mountains in the distance.
I was beginning to realize that I was starting to get drawn toward this young man, Don Dunne. He was proving to be quite a challenge for me. I actually believed that if I could just start him on the right track and teach him how to ski, that I would be helping to fill the obvious void in my own life.
My reasoning was as follows. Young Don needed his confidence bolstered, and therefore I viewed skiing as a vital area in which he could prove himself. If he could just conquer his shyness and fears by learning how to ski, then I felt that he would be able to accomplish a good deal more in other areas. Also, by throwing myself into an active pursuit like trying to help young Don, I wouldn't be constantly bemoaning all of the problems in my own life.
I was standing just a few yards away from the cabin where I stayed. As I looked at Don, I could see that he looked a little bedraggled, and his confidence could use some additional bolstering.
"How about coming into the cabin with me?" I said. "You can warm up by the fire and I can fix you something to drink."
"Gosh, I should be going home," he gulped, a little surprised at my gesture.
"All right, Don. I'm gonna take it personally if you don't even come in and socialize with your ski instructor. I wanted to talk to you about some of the mistakes you've been making. I'm gonna see to it that you become a good skier, whether you realize it or not."
Don was taken aback by my aggressiveness. Even I was a little surprised that I would be reasoning that strongly with him to get him to come into my place.
"Okay, I guess I can stay for a little while," Don said.
Once that Don stepped into my delightful little cabin, his nervous eyes darted around the room.
"Have a seat," I told him.
Don sat down ever so stiffly on the living room sofa, watching me as I promptly started a fire in the fireplace. As the logs began to crackle, I walked into the kitchen.
At first I was planning to give young Don nothing more than some hot chocolate, which I would join him in drinking. As I stood there and reflected, however, on what I was going to do, suddenly I decided that it would be a good idea to fix both myself and young Don some rum. I felt that it would warm up his insides as well as my own, and, it would also loosen him up a little.
As I began to pour the rum, I could hardly believe what I was doing. It wasn't my intention to corrupt a young teenager, but things were just seeming to fall into place, and as I finished pouring the rum, my heart began to pound with accelerating tension. I could hardly believe what was coming over me as I walked back into the living room, holding two glasses in my hands.
I handed Don a glass, watching as he took his first sip. He immediately began to couch.
"What is that?" he asked startledly.
"It's just a little rum," I smiled. "Don't let it worry you, Don. It'll warm up your insides."
"Gosh, I thought you'd fix some chocolate, some coffee, something like that."
"So did I, but I noticed that the rum was out here. I thought it would relax you. Have you ever had any alcohol before?"
"No, never."
"And how old are you?"
"I'm fifteen."
"All right, then it's about time for you to start," I winked. "Not that I'm saying you have to become an alcoholic or anything, and not that I'm recommending, but it would just be nice for you to have a little something to drink. Something to warm up your insides. Sure enough, I think it would be good for you."
"I don't know. I really don't. My folks have always talked against me drinking."
"At least finish the glass with me. I don't want to drink alone."
While Don and I sipped our rum, I began to talk to him about his shortcomings in skiing and how he could best overcome them.
When he finished his rum, I sensed that he was feeling a lot more relaxed. He even began to smile a little and the smiles were not pained such as they had been so often on those rare occasions when he had smiled on the ski slopes.
I belted down the rest of the rum. I thought about giving him another one, then decided against it. I recognized that I was already taking a big chance by first of all bringing him into my cabin, then secondly, providing him with a drink. I could lose my job and my reputation for resorting to such conduct, and if I got him a little tipsy, his parents would no doubt immediately smell a rat and would ask some questions, after which I would be in big trouble.
I finished sipping my rum and then decided to walk over and join him on the sofa. It was amazing the way that things were just seemingly falling into place, step by step. I don't know, in reconstructing it all now, it just might be that I was turned on with him in the first place, and I just was looking for every excuse under the sun to extend the relationship. But for whatever reason, there I was, sitting next to him on the sofa. I stared down at his crotch, observing that it seemed to harbor a limp cock. It was my fond desire to do something about that.
Generally speaking I was the pursued party and it was the men who ran after me, so I was donning a completely new suit of clothes when it came to young Don. It all began with me sympathizing so greatly with him, and now, here I was, looking down at his crotch, wishing that he had a huge erection for me.
"Don, I'll bet the girls at school really like you," I looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Ohhh, not so much," he shrugged uncomfortably.
"Why not?"
"I guess they think I'm too much of a square."
"You're just a little shy, that's all. Besides, it probably would take a more mature girl to understand you. Maybe somebody like me."
The kid looked over at me at that instant and looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. His eyes practically popped out and he gulped so hard that his Adam's apple swelled almost to the next county.
By that time I was mesmerized by this young guy, and I had to do something about it. My arms reached out and instinctively wrapped around his jacket. As I held on tightly, I pushed my lips forward, allowing them to soar ever so dramatically as they pressed sharply against his lips.
Our lips remained locked for a few moments, after which I removed mine from Don's. By then I wanted to push my tongue forward, to let it slash and twist as it made its way inside of his mouth.
Very shortly we were asserting our tongues with great swiftness, letting them twist and slide back and forth. It made me feel good to notice just how Don was reciprocating. He might have been an extremely shy and fearful young guy at the outset, but now things were beginning to fall into place with him as he matched me stroke for stroke, while our energetic tongues continued to pierce and twist against one another.
When I finally brought the French kissing to an end, I longed to reach down and unzip his trousers. By then I was starting to feel more fearless than ever, and so the trembling fingers of my right hand reached down as I unzipped his trousers.
I worked my fingers inside of my handsome young lover's trousers. I reached into his shorts, then made a grab for his cock.
When I yanked it out, I observed that it was now starting to grow. The torrid kissing that I had subjected him to had caused him to feel the same kinds of wild anxieties that were stored up inside of me.
CHAPTER TWO
Don's body began to quiver, his legs kicking slightly from side to side as my fingers methodically pressed against his cock.
I let my body slide down between Don's legs. I got a good view of everything from my knees there on the floor, looking up at his restless penis and balls. The faster that my twirling fingers went to work as I glided them against his now-hard and lengthy cock, the greater the fascination that I felt for him in every respect, and I knew that I would have to taste this handsome young fellow.
"You're so good," I told him. "Don, I want to take off your pants."
I removed my fingers from his hard, rigid prong and then made a move for Don's belt. I undid it, then began to pull down on his trousers. The harder that I yanked, the closer that I came to taking off his trousers, until I finally succeeded.
My next move was to reach out and make a grab for my lover's shorts. I pulled at his snowy white briefs, sliding them impatiently down his legs and off of him altogether.
Now I was staring up at his twisting ass, which demonstrated the internal restlessness that he felt throughout his now supercharged body.
Asserting my fingers quickly, I reached up and made a grab for his firm, excited buttocks. My fingers pressed and slid as I let them twist with great joy and feeling, allowing them to connect ever so rigidly against his buttocks.
"Ohhh, does this feel good," I said. "I really love this kind of screwing. Ohhh, is this fucking."
While my fingers clutched and twisted at his ass cheeks, I pushed my tongue forward, allowing it to make its initial entry inside of Don's anus.
I had been hypnotized by the way that he had ever so skillfully moved his buttocks back and forth, and so now there I was, eager to push my tongue inside of his ass-hole.
My tongue went to work with quick, sweeping strides. If there was one thing I wasn't going to do, it was to move my tongue slowly. It was my fervent desire to assert it as rapidly as I could as I pushed Don ever closer to a wild and thrilling climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I don't believe it," Don exclaimed. "Nothing could feel this good. Ohhh, ahhh, Grace, you're so good. Ohhh, your tongue is so nice. Come on, keep slicing with it. Ohhh, press it inside my ass-hole."
My long, shimmering strands of black hair kept bouncing around as my head bobbed rapidly and my tongue kept on working, determinedly sliding its way deep inside of his ass-hole. By then his whole body was rotating back and forth with great desire as he heaved deep sighs, receiving every quick, solid tongue jolt that I eagerly asserted.
As my tongue kept on moving swiftly inside of his ass-hole, I moved my fingers from his ass cheeks and let them go to work against his long cock. My flaming fingers worked with great desire as I pushed and pressed them against his hard, throbbing phallus. The more rapidly that my fingers made contact with his piercing prick, the quicker that my tongue worked its way high and deep inside of Don's ass-hole.
"Ohhh, ohhh, it feels so good," he said. "It all feels so good. Ohhh, ahhh, I've never had anything like this before. Ohhh, I've never felt his way before. Ohhh, does it feel nice."
When I ultimately removed my tongue from Don's ass-hole, I let it sink eagerly against his swollen testicles. My tongue worked quickly against his bulging ball sacs, sliding with great rapidity, driving eagerly as it kept connecting with his hot balls.
"Ohhh, ahhh, ohhh, I love it," Don exclaimed. "This feels so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, it really does."
My tongue kept on moving brilliantly, driving with great sharpness as it kept on connecting with his balls. All the while my piercing fingers worked up and down the full length of his long, highly inspired cock.
When I removed my tongue from his scorching testicles, I decided that it was time to allow it to go to work against his huge, erect phallus. I wanted to pry loose every droplet of semen from the end of his itchy cock.
"I'm sucking you off now," I told him. "Honey, you're gonna watch me swallow your stuff. Ohhh, yeah, I'm really gonna swallow it. You've got a nice load of juice stored up inside there. You're gonna let it pop. It's all gonna pop into my mouth. It is, it really is."
My tongue went to work with great conviction, moving slowly but solidly against the tip of his pecker in the early stages. I wanted to accomplish something and I was determined to make certain that he received as good a fuck as it was possible for him to get.
Feverishly my tongue kept on jerking around the tip of his steaming spear for a few moments more, after which I then started to extend the pace, driving it up and down the full length of his hot, sizable member.
"Ohhh, that does feel good," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, come, Grace baby, ohhh, you're gonna bring me off. Ohhh, ahhh, I feel these sensations. Ohhh, ohhh, do I ever."
While his body kept on rocking, his hips twisting back and forth, I held on tightly to his balls, letting my tongue soar eagerly as it worked its way up and down his lengthy, inflated cock.
A few pulsating stabs later, I knew that I had pushed my lover to the brink of a wild, ecstasy-ridden orgasm. The juices would soon be toppling from the end of his fiery, spraying cock and into my mouth.
"Ohhh, it itches, ohhh, it itches," he said. "Hold onto my balls. Ohhh, hold onto them."
Finally the great volcano unleashed itself in the form of a wild, thrilling orgasm. My lover's ass cheeks jostled back and forth, bouncing up and down on the sofa as the spraying droplets of his thick pecker fluid shot from the end of his hot organ and into my mouth.
"Ohhh, come on, ohhh, baby, you're so good at it," he complimented me. "Ohhh, how good it felt."
Oddly enough, I wasn't ready to stop at the end of one orgasm. I just had to have this handsome young man again, and to prove to myself that I could bring him off twice in a row.
My throbbing tongue pushed forward once more, this time working its way inside of his ass-hole. My steaming tongue kept on working, driving explosively, working its way deep inside of his anus. I could see just how eagerly he was responding as I kept up my tickling movements, driving my tongue inside of his responsive ass-hole.
"Ohhh, ahhh, ohhh, it feels so good," he said. "Oooh, ohhh, it feels so nice. You're driving your tongue so nice. Ohhh, I can't believe what's happening to me. There's so much sensation. Ohhh, I feel good."
While my burning tongue kept on positioning itself deep inside of my lover's burning ass-hole, I reached out and grabbed hold of his balls. My fingers worked sharply, asserting themselves with stinging passion as they kept on pushing against his testicles, and all the while my tongue continued to drive and slide as it worked its way deep inside of his ass-hole.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I can't take much more," he declared.
"Ohhh, this is too much. Ohhh, what wonderful action. Ohhh, you never stop. You can keep this up forever. Ohhh, ahhh, do I like it."
When I released my tongue from my lover's ass-hole, I then let it go to work against his balls. I knew that if I just entertained Don with a few scorching stabs against his testicles that he would soon be brought to the very brink of orgasm, and at that point the juices would just have to explode from the end of his blazing tool and into my mouth.
It was a funny thing. I would have thought that his first orgasmic explosion would have been enough for me, but that didn't turn out to be the case at all. As a matter-of-fact, quite the contrary. I felt an even greater urgency to taste him some more, to receive the benefits of a second delightful dessert following quickly on the heels of the first.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me, suck me," Don called out, gasping loudly.
His hips and buttocks kept on twisting and twirling, and as they did, I reached out and grabbed at Don's ass cheeks. The tighter that I squeezed, the more determined I became to receive the hot drops from the end of his long, flowing cock.
I put my tongue to work quickly, letting it assert with bold desire as once again my shimmering black strands of hair moved quickly from side to side as I unleashed my tongue furiously, letting it drive up and down Don's still-erect, still-steaming peter.
"Ohhh, I can't believe this," Don said. "It's just too good, Grace. Ohhh, just too good to be true. Ohhh, your tongue is so good."
While I kept up my unrestrained tongue onslaught against his fervent spear, my fingers worked sharply against his balls. The tighter that I squeezed, the more rapidly that his explosive buttocks would twist from side to side while I kept up my burning crescendo of activity against his hard, itchy phallus.
When I picked up the pace even more, driving myself frenziedly, pushing my tongue up and down his blazing stick with every bit of determination that I could arouse within me, I knew that we were on the thresh-hold of another beautiful experience. The stirring droplets of his hot, white semen would once again be shooting from the end of his lengthy prick and into my mouth.
"Ohhh, go ahead, keep doing it," he gulped. "Ohhh, I love it."
My stirring fingers worked against his balls several more times, holding on sharply as I prepared to receive his avalanche of thick, white juice. A few sturdy strokes later, the droplets of his volcanic fluid started to explode from the end of his hard, itching penis and into my mouth.
He didn't even have to let out a loud sigh, even though he did. I would have known what was happening just from the way that his body once again began to rock as it bounced up and down on the sofa. All the while the thick, torrid drops of his white joy stream kept on shooting into me, splashing inside of my mouth.
"Ohhh, I'm off, I'm off," he said. "Yes, that feels so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, it really does. Ooooh, what a feeling.
I finished the last few drops of his orgasmic juice, then released my tongue from his peter.
All was still now, and once again Don returned to the position he knew best that of the fearful young man.
"I guess I'd better be going," he gulped.
"Don't be embarrassed about what happened," I smiled. "Just make sure you don't breathe a word of this to anybody."
"Don't worry," Don said.
He reached down and grabbed for his shorts, slipping them back on. Then he ever so quickly he reached down and grabbed for his trousers, which he also put back on.
Don got up and walked toward the door. He seemed to be in some kind of daze. I knew what was happening to him. He was having difficulty fathoming just all that he had done with me. It was just too much for him to believe.
"So I'll see you the day after tomorrow, Don, on the ski slopes," I smiled, trying my best to put him at ease.
"Oh, yeah, I'll see you then."
"Thanks for everything, Don. And you're improving. Believe me, you are. You're gonna be a good skier by the time you get through."
"Thank you," he replied.
The tall, young teenager opened the door, then closed it behind him.
CHAPTER THREE
Even though I had acted very boldly during the course of the sex act with my handsome, young partner, I too had misgivings after he left.
It began to disturb me to think that I had done something that would have to be classified as outright molestation of a youngster, if not close to it. I kept on thinking about that, and it really bothered me. Occasionally I would tell myself that he was fifteen years of age and had a certain physical maturity about him, and hence I shouldn't consider it molestation. Then I'd think about it some more, and I would come to the conclusion it was, since he had been a young fellow who didn't know all that much about what it was all about but had soon been steered into the course of sexual activity by none other than dear little me.
When I met Don two days later for our next lesson, I was a little fearful at the outset. I knew that I couldn't betray myself or Don by making it appear that I was lacking in confidence, since I had done everything that I could to try and make him more positive by bringing out the best in him. So I kept thinking about it, just wondering what I would do, and just how I would handle this whole thing.
My final conclusion was to just pretend as if it didn't happen. So I did my best to just coach Don once more on the final points of skiing, and to do everything that I could to instill more confidence in him.
He was a little bit on the apprehensive side himself at the start, but once I began shouting a lot of encouragement to him, Don actually got into high gear and did his best.
When the lesson ended, and as we were walking down the slope, he looked over at me. It was one of those piercing stares that caused a person to melt, and as I returned it, I recognized that I was in trouble. Deep trouble. The kind of trouble that could only be resolved through engaging in some sex activity.
So I stood there, my knees practically knocking as I looked into his face, not knowing what to say to him. Even though only a few seconds actually passed, it was one of those occasions when you would swear that it was more like hours.
"I was wondering if you were gonna ask me over to your place again," Don finally said in a soft tone.
"Why, Don, I can hardly believe you're for real," I suddenly burst into laughter. "You know, the scared little boy is growing up awfully fast."
"Isn't that what you wanted to see happen?"
"Yes, it certainly was."
By that point I knew damned well that I couldn't bring myself to tell him that it had been wrong for me to seduce him. I could see just how much he was developing, and as he became that much more of a man, I became that much more attracted to him. It was funny, because I was attracted to him before, but in a different way. Prior to then it was more or less a kind of helpless feeling that permeated within him, and it was more out of pity than anything else that I was motivated so strongly to want to have sex with Don. But now things were becoming different, and as the situation continued to evolve, I found myself feeling great waves of sensual thrills inside of my pussy.
We walked briskly into my cabin. As I locked the door behind us, I observed Don already beginning to take off his clothes.
"I love you," he sighed.
My heart started to pound thunderously. It appeared that my emotions were running away from me. I was the type of person who always thought I was capable of exerting a certain measure of self-control over my actions, but now I was beginning to see just how helpless I could be when confronted with certain situations. My whole body was alive with great excitement and ecstasy as I looked over at my lover, who was quickly removing his clothes. Once that he got off his trousers, I observed his huge, bulging crotch. There would be no problems as far as getting him solid and erect. No problems at all. He was all set to engage me in as wild and as vigorous a type of sex as I wanted.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," I told him.
He tore into the bedroom all bare-ass naked and hot, panting like a stud horse going after his favorite mare.
Once that we were in the privacy of the bedroom, I immediately began to remove my ski clothes. When I got down to my panties and bra, I could see that he was licking his lips with wild anticipation. Even though my new lover might not know all of the intricate nuances of sex, such as my two husbands did, there was a certain purity and naivete about him that caused me to feel a greater measure of excitement in his presence than I had even in the presence of my first husband, the Greek god super-stud football hero.
Ever so patiently, I stripped off my panties and bra. I deliberately slowed down the action at certain points, hoping to get him as excited as I could just through watching me.
"Honey, we're gonna have quite a time of it," I winked. "Let's really get into it. Let's really enjoy it. Let's have ourselves some real wild sex."
By then I had flung my panties aside, and now I was kicking my legs back and forth as I lay on top of the bed, panting loudly, seeking to arouse my lover as much as I could.
It made me feel good to think that here was an occasion when I would be able to take my lover through the nuances of lovemaking. I was his ski instructor, and now I would be instructing him in the fine art of lovemaking. I knew that if he just listened to me, he would become every bit as talented a super stud as he could become a good skier under my tutelage.
"Just do what I tell you, honey, because I guess you need to be coached a little," I said. "You practically told me that you hadn't had much experience."
"That's right, but I'm sure eager to learn. And once I learn, you're not gonna be sorry. You're gonna like having me around."
"I already do," I told him. "So come on, honey, just glide your beautiful naked body into bed with me."
As soon as my excited lover thrust his body into bed with me, I threw my arms around him. Holding on ever so tightly, I pushed my lips forward and let them explode against his. That had been the opening episode of our first lovemaking session. My tongue reached out and slid its way inside of his mouth. Back and forth our tongues ignited, pushing and twisting as we loved the beautiful action that we were supplying for one another.
When I removed my tongue from his hot, energy-laden mouth, I reached down and made a grab for his buttocks. My fingers tingled ever so sharply as they came to grips with his hot ass cheeks.
"I love feeling your hot buns," I sighed.
"Ohhh, you can blow me any time you want to," he said. "You can shove your tongue up and down my cock. Ohhh, I like that so much."
"Let's get into something else first," I laughed. "Go ahead, just push your tongue down against my ass-hole. You remember the way that I sucked your ass. Okay, you can suck my ass-hole the same way."
"I hope I can do a halfway decent job of it."
"Of course you can. Come on, just put your tongue to work. Really let it move inside of my ass-hole. Come on, honey. Really glide it. Start out slow, then let it build."
Proving to be as enticing a target as I could, I extended my trim, lovely legs. I could see that he was enchanted by the beauty of my naked body. That was nothing new. Scores of men had been. But what made this different was that I was teaching a young man all about the finer points of making love, and as his tongue pushed forward, sliding its way inside of my ass-hole for the first time, I did my best to provide him with as much in the way of extra-curricular excitement as I could.
My ass cheeks wiggled back and forth, moving slowly from side to side as Don let his tongue pivot and slide soothingly inside of my ass-hole. He was beginning slowly, just as I had instructed, but I knew that he was gaining confidence as the sucking continued.
"Keep that going," I said. "Darling, your tongue's pressing so beautifully. Ohhh, I do like that. I like the strokes you're making. Ohhh, keep on stroking me. Yes, lover. Ohhh, grind your tongue inside my hot ass. Oooooh, ahhh, I really do love it. Come on, stroke me real good. Push your tongue even faster. Come on, really start sliding it. Ohh, push it inside of my ass-hole. Come on, ohhh, really stroke."
As my hips glided back and forth, I watched with great pleasure as my now erotic young lover began to master the art of ass sucking. His tongue kept on carefully pursuing my anus, driving back and forth, wielding sharply as he propelled it deep inside of me.
"Ohhh, that I like," I said. "Ooooooh, ohhh, come on and work it. Really move your tongue. Drive it aggressively. Come on, plant it as deep as you know how. Ohhh, come on, suck my ass-hole. Ohhh, come on, just move your tongue. Come on, really push it inside of me."
By then his tongue was making rapid-fire impact inside of my rectum. While it twisted and slashed, I could feel the wild waves of anxiety in my pussy. If there was one thing that I needed right then, it was for my lover to reach out and slide his fingers eagerly inside of my love pit.
"Put your fingers to work inside of my snatch," I sighed. "Come on, keep up that ass licking. Ohhh, grind your fiery tongue inside my ass-hole, baby. Finger me at the same time. Come on, just drive your fingers inside of my pussy. I like feeling those sensations. Come on, ohhh, do I like that. Come on, finger my mound."
While the swift, blazing tongue movements continued inside of my ass-hole, I got my vigorous lover to slide his fingers inside of my snatch. At first he ever so slowly stroked my thick, black pubic bush. While his fingers tingled and tantalized my pussy hairs, I began to anticipate the moment when he would begin to drive his fingers inside of my wet, aroused, pink vagina.
"Come on, push your fingers in my slit," I sighed. "Ohhh, come on, just move them. Come on, ohhh, stroke my hot mound. Ohhh, play with my pussy. Ohhh, stroke real nice. Come on, baby, play with my snatch. Eat out my ass-hole."
Pretty soon Don began to do such an extraordinarily good job with his combination of ass sucking and finger stroking that he pushed me to the brink of orgasm. I knew that the juices would just have to shoot from my pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, here I go," I exclaimed loudly. "Oooooh, baby, I'm juicing on your fingers. Ohhh, right in your hand. Come on, start tonguing my mound now. Push your tongue into my pussy. Baby, you're gonna bring me off. Your tongue is gonna do it. Press it inside of my hot organ. Go ahead, blast away, just bring me off."
Ever so assertively, he removed his tongue from my ass-hole and his fingers from my recently exploded vagina. His tongue went to work inside my dewy, moist love slit. He worked his tongue with carefree grace, letting it determinedly slide as it worked its way inside of my moist twat.
"Ohhh, you're gonna bring me off," I sighed. "You're gonna do it again. This time you're gonna do it with your tongue. Get ready, baby. I'm gonna give you a nice bust in the mouth. Ohhh, you're gonna swallow it. Ohhh, ahhh, come on, ohhh, swallow it."
As my hips manipulated ever so eagerly and as I shoved my hot body back and forth, I felt the quivering waves of anxiety in my snatch as I moved that much nearer to the state of a wild orgasm.
A few quick, twisting strokes later, I was off. The juices started to catapult from my organ and into my lover's mouth.
"Oooooh, oooooooh, ohhh, it's so good," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, ohhh, baby, that's it. Ohhh, you're so good at it. Ohhh, so gooood. Ohhh, suck it. Yes, suck it out of me.
When he removed his tongue from my vagina, I knew that it was time for us to move on to the next stage of the act. Since I felt that Don could still use a little confidence bolstering, and inasmuch as he had asked for a blow job earlier, I was determined to give it to him.
Don threw himself down, landing on his back, his twitching legs spreading themselves eagerly open. Soon I buried my tongue inside of his ass-hole. As it twisted sharply back and forth, I reached out and grabbed at his balls. My fingers tugged with great sharpness and strength, driving against his balls as I kept on sucking his ass-hole.
Before I knew it, my tongue was instinctively driving against his balls. I kept on working my tongue quickly, letting it catapult back and forth as it slid ever so searchingly against my lover's hot ball sac.
"Ohhh, ohhh, can you stroke," he said. "There's nobody like you, Grace. Ohhh, nobody."
My thundering tongue finished its work on my lover's scorching balls, after which I then let it commence sliding against his hard, determined trigger. While my tongue moved vigorously against his cock, I slid my fingers back and forth time and again against his balls.
His rocking, supercharged body kept on twisting and sliding as I moved my tongue against his dick, pushing him that much nearer to the state of an exciting culmination of the act.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I'm gonna shoot it off," he said. "Ohhh, darling, come on and swallow it. Ohhh, ahhh, you want to swallow it. Every beautiful drop. Ohhh, ahhh, ohhh, here it goes."
I braced myself, then ever so delightfully began to tackle the hot, desirous droplets of his flaming pecker fluids, that started to bolt eagerly inside of my mouth.
"I don't believe it, ohhh, ahhh, how can anything be this good, oooooh, so goooood," he sighed. "Grace, ohhh, you're catching every drop. Ohhh, ahhh, ohhhh, I love it."
Once that I finished swallowing the last few drops of his load, I began to contemplate the next step in the act.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now that I had sucked my lover to orgasm, I wanted to give him a chance to bury his steely rod deep inside of my pussy.
If ever I concluded that anything would provide Don with complete confidence in the realm of sex, it would be completely taking charge of me. and driving his thundering, hammer-like organ deep inside of my vagina until every drop of his thick, hot juice had shot from the end of his arsenal.
"Reach down and play with my pussy," I whispered encouragingly. "Come on, darling. I want you to finger my snatch. Just run your fingers against it. Get me good and excited."
Recognizing that I couldn't take much of that kind of action without juicing, I stretched out on my back, remaining ever so poised as he pushed his fingers forward and allowed them to manipulate their way inside of my hot snatch. My whole body twisted with great desire and joy as he kept on working his fingers inside of me, letting them move with scorching impact as they ground inside of my fleshy pit.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," I sighed. "Ohhh, come on, you're really doing it. Come on, keep touching me."
Every now and then his fingers would slide against my love button, and when that happened, I would practically have to jump a foot. He kept up his quick, graceful, decisive finger strokes until the juices were ready to shoot from my mound.
A few quick thrusts later, I heaved a deep sigh. The juices were exploding from my mound and into his hand.
"Ohhh, I've gone again," I said. "Okay, baby, now I want you to fuck my pussy. Come on, just grind your cock inside me. Really stroke with your pecker, darling. Really move your cock. Slide it, ohhh, really let it slash."
Don reached down and grabbed at my thighs. He held onto them ever so firmly, and as he did, I watched him shove his hard, energy-filled pecker forward, and as he moved it toward me, I was getting ready to receive his quick, decisive thrusts.
"Ohhh, come on, just fuck me," I said. "Don't go too fast in the beginning, baby. You want to just take your time. Let's let things build. Ohhh, this is so wonderful. Yes, ohhh, just let them build. Let them build real nice: Ohhh, ahhh, come on, fuck me. Yes, ohhh, really fuck me.
His hard, stirring rod kept on manipulating sharply as he slammed his meat inside of my tight box. He had started rather slowly, but before I knew it he was pumping hard with his lightning rod, letting it slash its way deep inside my furry pit as he pushed ever nearer to the state of a wild orgasm.
I liked the way that his cock was continuing to assert itself. Through his bold, aggressive action, he was pushing himself that much nearer to the state of a glory-filled orgasm, when all of the juices would commence to shoot from the end of his flaming, liquid-filled tool and into my pussy.
"Come on, keep ramming it into me," I said. "Ohhh, honey, what a stroke artist you are."
While my buttocks twitched from side to side, the juices were about set to explode from my gooey pit. I heaved a deep sigh as I watched the juices begin to explode from my organ. All the while my lover kept up his quick, brisk pace, driving his dagger-like organ ever so deeply inside of my mound as he kept up his hard, slashing attack.
"Ohhh, come on, shoot your rocks off," I said. "You've gotten me off, baby. Now it's your turn. Ooooh, ohhh, slide your cock in me. Ohhh, honey, come on and fuck me. Ohhh, fuck me."
His thundering spear kept on relentlessly attacking me, driving ever so deeply inside of my tight mound. His lengthy prick impaled itself inside of my searing hole as he pushed that much nearer and, ever so ultimately, finally reached the point of a vigorous orgasm.
"Ohhh, ohhh, it feels better than ever," he told me as the juices started to topple from his organ. "Ohhh, baby, this is good. Ohhh, it's all you said it was and more. Ooooh, ohhh, what a nice fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, do I love it. Ohhh, ahhh, ohhh, this is screwing, ohhh, baby, this is great screwing."
My rocking body kept on twisting as I smiled brightly and watched the searing drops of his thick, hot fluid continue to spray from the end of his joy stick and inside of my mound.
When he removed his cock from my snatch, I desired yet more action from him. It seemed as if the better I got acquainted with Don, the more of a sex glutton that I became.
"Honey, I need you," I said. "I need some more of you. Ohhh, let's fuck some more. Ohhh, I want you to charge with your cock. This time I want you to plant it deep inside of my mouth."
I stretched out on my back once more, pointing toward my open mouth.
At first Don just looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face. He couldn't quite comprehend just what was happening.
"I want you to just push your cock inside my mouth," I said. "They call it throat fucking, darling, and we'll both really enjoy it. I'll love getting fucked by you, and you're gonna love slamming your cock into me. Didn't you really love fucking my pussy?"
"You know I did," he smiled.
"Okay, this is just a variation of that. This is a nice throat fuck. You're gonna push your pole inside of my mouth. If s just like a pussy fuck. You'll love it, I can guarantee you'll really love it."
"Okay, then we'll get into it right now," he said. "-Just clue me in if I make any mistakes."
"Don't worry so much about making mistakes," I laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, you're a terrific fuck."
"You really mean that?"
"Darling, I wouldn't be saying it otherwise."
"That means a lot for me to hear you say that."
"Okay, so let's not talk about it anymore. Let's get into the screwing. Come on, drive your peter inside of my mouth. Really push with your hot dick. Come on, baby. Ride me with your cock inside of my mouth just like you rode me with your cock inside of my pussy. Move your body back and forth. Let's really enjoy it. Let's love every moment. That's the only way to do it, baby. That's the only way to make love. That's the only way to do anything. The right way."
In an instant he shoved his stiff, still very hard torpedo toward my mouth. I opened it with a sense of great expectation, waiting for it to be filled with his long, hot spear, which I knew would soon be poking its way inside of my mouth.
Back and forth he started to slide his cock, but it didn't take him long before he was able to rigidly assert himself in the boldest possible fashion. His hot, stern organ kept on driving ever so deeply, slashing its way to the base of my mouth.
This was what I would call throat fucking in its best tradition. It was very rare for me to actually ask for a throat fuck. My first husband had enjoyed it very much, but I was usually inclined to say no whenever he would ask, and on the few occasions that he did it, generally it was against my wishes when he had simply managed to overpower me.
But this relationship seemed to have all kinds of facets and dimensions. His hard-charging tool kept on slashing its way deep inside my mouth, grinding hard and fast as he promptly pushed it that much deeper inside my mouth as he moved that much nearer toward yet another wild and beautiful climax.
"Ohhh, just keep it up," he sighed. "Just keep that beautiful mouth there. That's all I need. Just a target. Baby, you're a beautiful target."
As he relentlessly pushed himself that much closer to the state of a wild, ecstasy-filled orgasm, he reached out with both hands and moved his fingers methodically against my breasts. The quicker that his fingers asserted against my tits, the harder he throat fucked me as he pushed himself that much closer toward yet another great climax.
"Ohhh, I'm about off again," he smiled. "It's so great being around you, Grace. Ohhh, you're quite an inspiration."
Once more his fingers dug in ever so sharply against my firm bazooms. He held on tightly to my nipples, and as my breasts became taut and tight, he wiggled his buttocks more frenziedly than ever as he pushed his stiff, pole-axing cock ever so deep inside of my mouth as he waited for the hot juices to begin to spray from the end of his long dick.
A few quick, abrupt movements later, the searing drops of his thick, white penis fluid started to shoot from out of the end of his long stick and into my mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm there again," he sighed with great excitement. "Ooooh, ohhh, I'm shooting all the time. I can't stop it. Ohhh, when I'm around you, ohhh, it's so great."
When Don removed his cock from my mouth, being the glutton that I am for sex, I sensed that he was more than up to giving me yet another wild fuck.
My fingers reached down and started to sharply employ themselves against his still agitated peter. My fingers kept on moving, sliding briskly, driving gracefully as they worked back and forth against his long, rigid prick.
"You're gonna fuck my pussy again," I told him. "Come on, honey. Let yourself go. Fuck my mound."
It was becoming increasingly easier for my lover all the time to let himself go. All I had to do was just spread my legs and twist my butt a few times. Pretty soon his hard, energy-laden cock was once again driving ever so relentlessly inside of my pussy, sliding and slashing as he worked his way toward yet another climax.
"Ohhh, push it inside me," I said. "Honey, ohhh, are you ever a great fuck. Come on, just screw me. Ohhh, keep screwing. Slide it in my box. Ohhh, come on, really slide it, darling. Ooooh, I like that."
While my hips rocked ever so responsively, I watched as Don kept driving his hot pole deep inside of my snatch. He was only a few strokes away from juicing. Every time that he would propel his hot dagger deep inside of my mound, I felt that much better all over.
"Ohhh, I can't keep it up anymore," he sighed. I've just got to shoot. Oooh, ohhh, ahhh, it's all spraying. Ooooh, what a feeling. Damned, ohhh, do my balls itch. Ooooh, ahhh, they really itch, ohhh, they itch like mad."
His hips kept on rocking as I watched the stirring deluge of his thick, hot cum that kept on splashing from the end of his lengthy, responsive cock and into my waiting vagina.
"Ohhh, what a screw artist you are," I said. "Once you get started, Don, there's just no holding you back. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, I guess that's true," he said. "Now that I'm hooked up with you, that is."
"I've been instructing you in two areas."
"Yeah, but this is even more fun than skiing."
CHAPTER FIVE
The day following my second episode with my student, Don, I was on my way back to my cabin during a break, when all of a sudden a familiar voice called out to me.
"Where are you going, Grace?" the voice called.
Even before I turned around I knew that it belonged to pesky Charlie, the broad-shouldered, sandy-haired Adonis who construed himself to be God's gift to women. I guess it was precisely for that reason, because of his cockiness and the fact that he felt every woman should fall in love with him just as a matter of personal right, that it tended to drive me the other way.
Charlie had been trying for along time to get me to go out with him. He had labored long and hard, and it seemed as if the more diligently he would try, the more determined that I would become to turn him down.
"How about having a cup of coffee?" he asked.
"No thanks, Charlie."
"Damned, you're a real snob. If I didn't think you were such a nice gal, I'd assume that you personally had it in for me or something."
"Maybe you're just not my type, Charlie."
I guess the reason why Charlie really rubbed me the wrong way was that in so many ways he reminded me of my first husband. I could just see Charlie starring for his high school football team and getting his pick of all of the pretty girls. He was the type of guy who would date all of the cheer leaders, either simultaneously or at different times. It bothered me that he was now pursuing me so hard. It had been my intention to get away from the Charlies of the world, since I was convinced that they weren't going to do me any good.
"Don't take anything personal, Charlie," I said. "But, on the same token, I'd appreciate it if you would leave me alone."
"So you can spend some more time alone with your new special student?" he looked at me with an expression that indicated part sarcasm and part humor.
Immediately I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Just what do you mean?" I asked.
"Come on now," Charlie laughed loudly. "I'm talking about young Don Dunne. You mean, you're gonna tell me that there's nothing between you two other than skiing lessons?"
I guess that even though I was determined to tell Charlie there was nothing between us, my expression immediately gave me away. I turned chalk white, one hell of a lot whiter than the snow on the ground, and my body was even trembling as I just stood there looking at him.
"You're a lying son-of-a-bitch," I finally exploded.
Charlie burst into laughter again, only this time he laughed even louder than before. It was terrible what was happening to me. The guy had me going to pieces emotionally while he was acting his typically super-silly self, very confident and on top of the situation.
"If what I was saying didn't have a strong ring of truth in it, you wouldn't have gotten that mad," he told me. "You might just as well admit it, honey. Look, I'm not saying I necessarily hold it against you, mind you."
"Look at the way you go after the students that you teach," I snapped. "Of all the people to be talking about somebody else. Gosh, you're always running after these good-looking girls around here."
"I try and draw a distinction, though, between the ones who are adults and the ones who are kids," Charlie chided. "You apparently are a little more sloppy at making distinctions. Anything that I've done is something that's out in the open, something that I'd never hide. You can't say the same thing."
"Charlie, you're a damned liar," I snapped angrily, trying once more to fake him out.
"You're gonna have to do better than that," he chuckled. "Listen, you finished up your last lesson with him two times this week, and then you took him to the cabin. I saw you both times. And it was quite a while before you let him out, at least the second time."
"Who are you, the National Observer?"
"I just happened to be in the area, and I was going to have a beer just when I saw you two go inside. Then as I was leaving I saw him leaving. I'm not knocking it, honey, I'm just telling you that if the wrong person would ever find out, well, gosh, you could be in a peck of trouble. I think you realize that."
"You can't prove a solitary thing," I snapped.
"Let's put it this way. Nobody can prove what went on inside of there, but I would say that it's stretching the rules of propriety just a wee bit for an adult female ski instructor to be inviting a young kid who's still wet behind the ears into her cabin not once but twice. I think that if we explained just the way it is, things would look bad enough to where you would be in a terrible predicament. Let's be honest about that."
"What's your point?" I asked, becoming terrified over the way that things were developing.
"I think that maybe we ought to have a cup of coffee and get better acquainted," Charlie smiled. "Honey, you're one of the few women who has been able to resist my combination of virility and personality. I can't get over it, but I know you couldn't resist for very long if we got just a little better acquainted. So let's have that coffee."
"You don't care how you get attention, do you?" I frowned, frustrated in a way that I never had been before in my entire life.
Here was a man who was literally handcuffing me and forcing me to keep his company because of the fact that he had a potentially damaging piece of evidence that he could use against me at a future time.
"Come on, let's have the coffee," he smiled. "I take my kicks whenever and however I can get them."
After several cups of coffee, Charlie boldly reached down underneath the table and copped a feel of my right thigh.
"Your legs are very well put together," he said, "along with the rest of you."
"Please remove your hand from my thigh, Charlie, or I'll let out a scream."
"I don't think you will," he shook his head. "I think now that theingredients are definitely there for a beautiful friendship. I don't think that you're gonna give me any guff anymore. As a matter-of-fact, you know what we're gonna do right now?"
"What?"
"We're gonna get the hell out of this place and we're gonna go to my apartment. It's a lot quieter there. We'll sip a little wine, then let things take care of themselves."
My head spun dizzily as I got up from the table with Charlie. I felt so terribly helpless. There didn't seem to be anything that I could do, other than to accept his coerced invitation. After all, if I crossed him at that point in time, I knew that he would have liked nothing better than to blow the whistle on me and destroy my job and maybe me along with it.
We got into Charlie's green Triumph sports car, then rode to his apartment, which was situated about a mile away.
The apartment house overlooked a beautiful stretch of scenery, magnificent trees and mountains occupying the distance.
We went inside of his neatly furnished apartment, after which he turned on the lights, then dimmed them for romantic effect. He flicked on his eight-track stereo tape system, out of which some soft, romantic instrumental music began to play.
"All the comforts of home," he winked. "You're gonna like me, honey. I'm determined that you are, and once that I set my mind to doing something, then it gets done."
"You sure are certain of yourself," I said.
"Of course I am. Why the hell shouldn't I be? I figure that I can get just about anything that I want, provided that I want it bad enough."
Moments later Charlie returned to the living room with two glasses, into which he had poured some wine. He gulped his down quickly, and after I finished mine, he was all over me.
I'll have to say one thing about Charlie. He was anything but subtle once that he felt he had a victim for sex in his grasp. His fingers reached out and slid their way inside of my ski outfit. Pretty soon they ever nimbly found my breasts. His fingers twisted sharply against my tits, and my body spasmed back and forth under his quick, gliding finger thrusts.
When he removed his fingers from my tits, Charlie got up from the sofa.
"The bedroom's in here," he said matter-of-factly.
"You just aren't used to anybody ever saying no about anything, are you?"
"The word doesn't exist. Maybe temporarily, but never permanently."
Once that we got inside the bedroom, I watched as Charlie quickly and confidently removed his clothes. The soft music continued to filter through the air as he slid his shorts down his legs, then off of him.
The moment that I got my first look at Charlie's long, erect cock, I was beginning to see one of the reasons why he had such great confidence in himself. It was a proud and forceful-looking member, so thick and long, so all-conquering in its presence.
"Okay, now I'll get your clothes off," Charlie exclaimed.
He dove sharply and quickly inside of the bed, gasping and panting as his fingers went to work, briskly and confidently removing my clothes from me. In a very short period of time, he had my panties and bra off, following which point he was ready to engage me in some brisk and determined sexual activity.
Charlie pushed his piercing tongue forward, allowing it to begin stroking as it worked its way against my left breast. He would push with his tongue sharply and rapidly against my left breast, after which he would then let his tongue scrape boldly and assertively against my right boob. The faster that his tongue connected with my breast, the more that I realized I couldn't really hate him anymore. Maybe I hated what Charlie stood for, the cocky, aggressive braggart who thought that the girls of the world all owed him a living. Yes, I hated that image completely, and that was what turned me off Charlie right from the start. But the one thing I had to admire him for was his sheer animalism in the act of sex. His fingers kept on swarming against my warm, jutting breasts. The quicker that he propelled his fingers against my firm tits and nipples, the more glorious that I felt all over.
"I want inside of you," he said. "I'm gonna push my tongue inside your joy pit. I'm gonna shoot the juices out of your pussy. Then I'm gonna really go after you."
Maintaining his brisk air of confidence, Charlie reached down and grabbed at my thighs. He moved his fingers every bit as nimbly and eagerly against my thighs as he had my tits just a few moments earlier.
While his fingers sharply connected with my thighs, he pushed his tongue forward and let it aggressively assert itself inside of my already wet and agitated vagina.
Charlie was such an excellent stroke technician that, even though he had enticed me to his apartment through a stroke of blackmail, I still couldn't restrain myself under the circumstances. His tongue kept boldly slashing, twisting sharply as he pushed it deep inside of my love pit. He would let his tingling tongue tickle my pussy hairs, after which he would then assert it inside of my pink vaginal walls.
"Ohhh, that does feel good," I gasped. "Ohhh, it feels great. Come on, keep your tongue going. Ohhh, work it inside my snatch."
While his fingers kept on sliding soothingly up and down my legs, he kept on pushing his tongue that much deeper inside of my mound. The more rapidly that he blasted away with his quick tongue, the closer that he pushed me to the state of an ecstatic orgasm.
A few quick, methodic tongue strokes later, the juices started to shoot from my organ and into his mouth. My twisting buttocks rocked more eagerly than ever as I watched his tongue bury itself in my snatch. Ever so determinedly he kept on working his tongue, driving it inside of my hot pit as he swallowed the last few droplets of the orgasmic juice.
After he had finished swallowing my pussy load, he got set to drive his cock inside of me. His fingers reached down and caressed my thighs, after which his fingers sank against them, piercing sharply. While he held on tightly to my thighs, he drove his fervent cock forward, letting it blast its way inside of my fur pie.
I loved the way that he took charge with his stinging dick, driving it assertively, letting it move back and forth as he whipped it inside of my pussy.
Doing the best that I could to reciprocate, I tightened my pussy walls, flinging my hips back and forth as my lover kept up his decisive pace, driving his stirring cock back and forth as he worked it that much more deeply inside of my snatch.
"Ohhh, you're gonna get my load," I told him. "Ohhh, ahhh, what fucking."
"I told you, you'd love it," he grinned a wide, toothy smile. "Ohhh, what a pussy you've got. I knew you'd be a good fuck. Damned, what a gorgeous body. Ohhh, am I gonna keep fucking you."
His hard, determined organ kept on slashing, driving deep inside of my wet pit. A few quick, decisive strokes later, the juices started to spray from the end of his organ and into my mound.
"Ohhh, I'm off, I'm off," he said with an air of celebrated triumph. "Damned, ohhh, keep sliding your hips. Yes, ohhh, really slide them. This is fucking. Damned, ohhh, what a screw. Oooooh, what a glorious screw."
When he removed his cock from my snatch, you would have thought that Charlie had just conquered Mount Everest. I never saw a more confident smile in all of my life.
CHAPTER SIX
Charlie was not the type of man who was about to give me any rest at all.
As soon as he finished driving his cock inside of my pussy and exploding his juices, he shoved his stirring member forward, pushing it toward my mouth.
"You're gonna suck me off," he said. "Come on, take care of me. Suck my long dick."
My fingers reached out and grabbed hold of Charlie's balls. I squeezed his testicles with great earnestness, and as I moved my fingers back and forth against his hot, hairy nuts, I must say that I was catapulted into a state of that much greater sexual excitement.
My pussy felt like it was ready to explode again any moment. He kept on wiggling as I worked my fingers against his testicles, letting my fingers grope and stab as I moved them against his balls. The harder that I squeezed, the more excitement that I imparted into him.
Charlie's sweaty loins dangled back and forth as I moved my fingers several more times against his balls. When I finally removed my fingers from his searing testicles, I moved my tongue downward, letting it sharply approach his bulging ball sacs.
"Ohhh, that's the way to do it," Charlie said. "Your tongue is really on cue."
His body kept flaring back and forth as my tongue went to work on his balls, scraping against his wild, exhilarated testicles. While my tongue kept on sweeping with great desire, I reached out and grabbed for his cock. At first I held onto the tip of it, after which I then started to drive my fingers up and down the full length of his hot, joy-ridden stem.
"Ohhh, come on, keep burying your tongue in my balls," he told me. "That's what I like. Ohhh, this is sucking. Ahhh, that's what I call a great suck."
The faster that my twirling, twisting tongue made its impact felt against his hairy, sweating balls, the more quickly that I also addressed my fingers to the task at hand, letting them grind and thrust as they worked their way up and down his steaming pole, which I knew wasn't that far away from the point of a wild, stunning climax.
"Come on, tongue my pecker," he finally said. "Go ahead, ohhh, you're gonna bring me off that way. You're really gonna slide your tongue. You're gonna suck. Ohhh, honey, are you ever gonna suck. You're gonna do it to me. Yes, your tongue is gonna do it to me.
While his body bounced around ever so flexibly and fluidly on the bed, I made the swift transition from Charlie's balls to his cock. My tongue worked with staggering speed and desire as I let it catapult sharply up and down the full length of his sizable, scorching rod.
"Come on, just bring me off," he said. "Ohhh, ahhh, it's all gonna spray out of me. Come on, just suck me. Ohhh, suck me."
My tongue kept on gliding, moving with great speed and diligence as I pursued his cock. The faster that I drove my long, wild tongue, the closer I pushed my lover toward yet another blazing orgasm.
"Ahhh, a few strokes more, that's all I need," he told me.
His fingers sank against my hair. He clutched and held on ever so tightly to my hair, moving his fingers with probing grace as my head bobbed up and down.
"You've got beautiful black hair," he said. "I liked your hair right from the beginning. I love your pussy hairs, too. Ahhh, come on, keep up this tonguing. Yes, just drive your tongue against my dick. Ahhh, ohhh, you're gonna have me off. Ohhh, here it goes. Ohhh, damned, ohhh, I'm shooting. Yeah, the stuff is all splashing. Ooooh, ahhh, what a feeling. Damned, ohhh, I love it."
While his body kept on rocking with unrestrained desire, the stirring droplets of his thick, white cream began to engulf my mouth.
It was a thick, wild load, and I was determined to bring every droplet of his gooey onslaught under control. While my twisting tongue worked ever so determinedly, I inadvertently lost a few droplets, which sprayed out of the left side of my mouth. But I still managed to hold onto the rest of the load as I gulped hard, going after his cock juices.
"Ohhh, ahhh, what a suck," he told me. "Honey, you really know how to bear down with your tongue. Yeah, you're good with your tongue. To think that you were so reluctant to screw this way with me before."
When I removed my tongue from his still-hard and erect peter, Charlie pushed his tongue forward. This time he took dead aim on my ass-hole, letting his tongue grind solidly as he worked it back and forth inside of my anus.
"Ohhh, that's good," I said. "Honey, ohhh, I like that stroking. Your tongue is so good."
I couldn't get over just how much of a wild man Charlie was when it came to sex. He knew no restraints, and after a few more moments of quick, explosive tongue action, he released his tongue from my anus and began to slash with his right index finger, allowing it to shove ever so sharply as it worked its way inside of my ass-hole.
My whole body twitched with great desire as he finger fucked me. I loved his resilience and determination. Even though I might have hated certain things that Charlie stood for, particularly the fact that he had threatened blackmailing me, I couldn't get over the way that he was able to perform in bed.
His explosive finger stabs practically brought me to another orgasm. At the time that I was panting helplessly, Charlie removed his finger from my anus.
"Now I'm gonna ass fuck you," he said. "You've got such a cute ass. Ahhh, I'm gonna conquer it. My long, stiff dick is gonna do the job. I'm gonna really push it inside of your ass-hole."
It always did scare me to get ass fucked. It was one of my first husband's favorite pleasures. I usually argued with him to whatever extent I could, and sometimes I would succeed, but he would always get his way if he was drunk enough. When he had enough to drink, he had a mean, nasty air about him where I wouldn't attempt to challenge him on anything.
So now Charlie was flinging my legs over his shoulders. As he clenched his fingers tightly against my thighs, he started to pump his stirring dick forward. He slashed with it ever so sharply, letting his steaming rod make its impact felt inside of my anus.
"Ohhh, what an ass," he said. "Damned, this is a good, tight fuck. I really love slashing with my cock. I love screwing with it. Ohhh, what fucking."
His hard, hammering spear kept on working diligently as he pushed and thrust with it, letting it slash ever so deeply inside of my ass-hole. The harder that he pushed with his flinging stick, the greater the amount of pain that I felt. Yet after awhile I was inclined to completely disregard the pain. I was enjoying so much the wild, determined ass fucking that he was providing me with that everything else was either blotted out or reduced to insignificance.
"Ohhh, what a fuck," he kept repeating. "Damned, just keep twisting that glorious butt. Ohhh, ahhh, I love fucking it. What a butt. Ohhh, what a beautiful ass-hole."
His surging spear continued to slash inside of my ass-hole. Even though Charlie was setting a quick pace, he never reached the point where he lost control of himself. His penis stabs were always methodical and every time that he landed with his solid dick inside of me, he pushed me into a greater state of wild ecstasy as my ass-hole kept on responding to his quick, stiff stabs.
A few burning penis thrusts later, the juices were ready to explode from the end of Charlie's itchy cock.
"Ohhh, ahhh, here I go," he said. "Ooooh, ohhh, what a fuck. Damned, ohhh, it's all shooting out. Ooooh, baby, let it all hang out. Yeah, let that beautiful butt of yours slide. Ohhh, I like that."
It wasn't until Charlie withdrew his cock from my ass-hole that I recognized just how painful the experience had been. He had had me in a total hypnotic state. All he had to do was just jab that piercing dick of his inside of my ass-hole and there I was, caught totally within his spell.
Once that Charlie started fucking, he turned into a perpetual whirling dervish. He reached down and grabbed hold of my buttocks, letting his fiery fingers fling ever so eagerly as he pushed them against every crevice of my ass flesh.
There was something truly decisive in the way in which he grabbed hold of my buttocks. He held on tightly for a few more strokes, then reached down with his right index finger and buried it ever so assertively inside of my ass-hole. The quicker that he shoved his tight finger up between my buns, the more acutely aware I became of the fact that he was undoubtedly grooming me for another wild ass fuck.
"Ohhh, what a gorgeous ass-hole you have," he sighed. "I just knew that we had to get together. Yeah, we had to. It was inevitable. So here we are, and I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole, I'm really gonna do a wild number with you."
"Ohhh, you're a wild man," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, the way you're pumping your finger up my ass-hole."
"You're damned right. I love flinging it up between your buns. I love slicing with my finger inside of your ass-hole."
His finger pumped and pushed a few strokes longer, after which he then released it from my anus. By then Charlie was all set to let his plunging cock take care of the rest.
"Here we go," he said. "Ohhh, I really want to fling my fleshy tool."
Charlie threw my thighs over his shoulders, then embarked upon his wild penis onslaught. His sturdy pecker worked back and forth as he let it pump up between my buns and into my rectum. The harder that he probed with his pulsating peter, the deeper that he speared me as he propelled his way ever closer toward another climax.
"Ohhh, what a tight ass," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, do I love shoving my cock into it. Ooooh, ohhh, let your ass cheeks move. Come on, move them real nice. Oooh, ohhh, if you only knew how my cock is itching right now. Ohhh, my bulging balls aren't that far from exploding."
All the while, he kept on burying his frenzied pecker that much deeper inside of my ass-hole. His searing, dagger-like rod kept on confronting me sharply as he let it pummel inside of my ass flesh. Once more I was feeling those wild, stabbing pains, but I didn't mind it. No, I wouldn't mind any of it, as long as I was getting ass fucked in such a convincing fashion.
Charlie's fingers slapped against my buttocks and thighs as he kept up his relentless assault on my ass-hole. A few quick, razor-sharp stabs later, the flowing droplets of his flinging juice started to spurt voluminously from the end of his hot pole and into my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, what a fuck you are," Charlie said. "And to think you didn't dig me. Okay, baby, now you're really getting it. A great screw. Just tell me who's gonna give you any better fuck than this."
When Charlie turned his cock loose of my ass-hole after he finished juicing, he patted me on top of the head, then kissed my lips. I had to say one thing for Charlie. Maybe he was a bombastic braggart, but the son-of-a-bitch was sure good at backing up what he said.
The only thing I really had to worry about from him at that point was the information that he had in his possession, information that could destroy me. Of course, I wasn't thinking about his blackmail move at that point. No, I was still too stunned from all of the wild fucking that he had provided for me. It seemed like it would never come to an end.
"How about it, do you think I've got a good cock?" he asked grinningly.
"I'd say you do."
"Some people are all heart. I'm all cock. And I'll tell you something. You chicks like it better that way."
"You claim to be speaking for all of us."
"Damned right. At least all the ones worth fucking."
CHAPTER SEVEN
I could hardly believe just how quickly and emphatically I could find myself making love to Charlie.
The guy had been downright repulsive to me before, but once that he got me alone in his bedroom, no matter how difficult the circumstances, he really was able to get the job done. And I was more than happy to reciprocate.
What with my life changing in so many different respects, I was happy that the following day after my interlude with Charlie, I had only one lesson during the afternoon, and that was with Lurene, a good-looking society woman from Los Angeles who had a condominium in the area.
Lurene's husband was a prominent executive for a major paper company, and he spent a good deal of time traveling. Whenever he would be gone for any exceptionally long period of time, Lurene would quite often visit her condominium, where she would just relax and ski.
That afternoon Lurene enjoyed the skiing more than usual. Not only that, but I noticed the tremendous progress that she was making.
"You're really getting into it, Lurene," I told her as we approached the end of the lesson.
"You're helping me quite a bit."
"I'm helping you, but I can't take all or even most of the credit," I told her. "I've got to admit that you're the one who's getting the job done, and you're doing a very good job of it."
Lurene insisted that we ski longer, extending the lesson. Since I didn't have anybody else to take care of that afternoon, I was more than happy to oblige her. For one thing, it was loads of fun skiing with her. She had a tremendous degree of enthusiasm and vitality that she demonstrated that afternoon, and it was great to just throw caution to the winds and have a good time.
When the skiing finally came to an end, we stopped next to a small hill. Lurene pointed in the distance. "See that place over there," she said. "You mean that cute little white house there."
"That's right. That's my condominium."
"So you've finished close to home," I laughed. "Yeah, do you have any more lessons today."
"No, not a one."
"Then how about me fixing an early dinner for us? I'd enjoy having your company."
"But it isn't even four o'clock yet," I told her.
"You know, when I get away from the city, I actually enjoy having dinner at an early hour," she told me. "At home so much of our night life is tied in with George's work. Well, it's nice when I'm here to just be able to concentrate on exercise and relaxation. It's so wonderful having dinner at an early hour, then being able to go to bed after watching an early movie. I always feel so good every morning when I draw the drapes and look out into this beautiful setting."
"It is nice," I said. "I know I've felt a lot healthier since I took the job here."
"That's right. You were telling me you were divorced."
"Yeah, not once but twice," I shook my head.
"Well, don't let it get you down. Just one of those things. You know, despite what might appear on the surface, my marriage isn't a bed of roses. As a matter-of-fact, none of my friends have marriages that they would call a bed of roses. It's just the way it works out."
"I guess so," I said. "I would have thought yours was a good one."
"Enough of that," Lurene smiled. "So how about making it for dinner?"
"Give me a chance to go home and change, then I'll be right with you."
"No, there's no need to worry about that," she shook her head. "The atmosphere is very informal in my condominium. Just come as you are."
"If you say so."
Lurene proved to be a perfect hostess. Once she got back to her condominium, she took off her ski outfit and slipped comfortably into a cheery yellow robe. She asked me if I wanted to change into a robe, but I declined. I was just as comfortable in my ski togs, sipping the wine which she poured for both of us.
She prepared a filet mignon, which we enjoyed as he looked out into the approaching darkness. It was lovely just looking out that window in the comfortable warmth of her condominium.
When we finished having dinner, we went into the living room. Lurene began to talk a lot more boldly about her marriage, and the fact that she could not quite relate properly to her husband.
"George is off on another wave length," she announced as she sipped an after-dinner liqueur. "You see, darling, he's so tied up with business. He hardly knows that another world exists. As for me, believe it or not, I really do like the simple things in life. Ohhh, I do like to travel to beautiful places in Europe, but when I do I enjoy staying at a nice quaint place that reflects the local atmosphere, then talking and dealing with the country folk. That's what I really like."
"Yes, I suppose that would be fascinating," I said. "Of course, I've never been out of the United States."
"Oh, but you will, though," Lurene said.
"How do you know?"
"I just have a feeling. You're a beautiful young woman and everything's gonna break properly for you in time. Just be patient."
When Lurene fixed her beautiful blue eyes on me, I must say that I was impressed. She probably wasn't any more than about two or three years older than I was, but yet it seemed like she was worlds ahead of me in experience, at least in some respects.
Not only did she have gorgeous blue eyes. Her dazzling blonde hair projected a radiance that was then transmitted throughout the rest of her lovely, well proportioned body. Lurene was the type of woman who always believed in staying in good condition. I addition to the skiing which she did regularly, she also played a lot of tennis and swam, doing whatever she could to maintain good health.
As she finished sipping her liqueur, she looked in my eyes and said quite searchingly:
"I have so much more in common quite often dealing with a woman like you, rather than talking somethin over with George."
"You'd rather communicate with somebody like me?"
"Yes, and at every level. You see, darling, i sophisticated society, people just come out and say whatever they think. Do you mind if I'm completely candid with you?"
"Of course not," I said.
All of a sudden my entire body began to tense, couldn't quite conceive of what she was going to say next, but I had a feeling that it was going to b something very crucial and illuminating.
"I'd like to have sex with you right now," she said calmly.
My heart began to pound and my eyes dropped with embarrassment. I could scarcely believe what I was hearing from this beautiful, high-classed woman, who was married to a highly prominent business executive. It was just too much for me to fathom.
"You've got to be joking," I said.
"No, I'm not, and furthermore you know I'm not," she shook her head. "You know that I want you. You can tell it now by the way I'm looking at you. And I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't really mean it."
"I don't know," I replied. "I can't say. I honestly can't say. I'm just too confused."
"Haven't you ever made love to a woman before?"
I paused for a long period of time, then decided that I would answer honestly.
"Yes, it happened twice," I said. "It happened when I was in school. It was a very lovely girl and we were pretty close. A few times we just got to fooling around in her room. It was no really big deal, but there was some feeling there."
"Then you know what I mean," Lurene said.
Lurene walked slowly over toward the chair where I was sitting. She reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide sweepingly through my hair. As she touched me, thousands of tiny little shock waves vibrated throughout my entire body.
When she finished running her fingers through my hair, she then reached out and slid her fingers over my face. She loved touching my smooth, warm skin, and the longer that she did, the greater the waves of intensity that began to sweep through my stirring vagina.
"You know you want it," she said. "I can tell it by the look in your eyes. I'm a very attractive woman and I know it, and you're a very attractive woman and you know it. There's no reason why we shouldn't get our bodies together to please one another. Just let yourself go, my dear. Yes, completely let yourself go."
When Lurene removed her fingers from my face, she reached out and began to take off her clothes. When she let her robe drop to the floor, I gasped, recognizing for the first time that she was wearing nothing beneath it.
"You wanted this all the time," I said. "I mean, right from the beginning."
"Yes, I plead guilty," she nodded. "I have wanted you. I don't see anything wrong with it. It's very natural, in fact. And I had a hunch that you'd want me, too."
As she stood before me, her gorgeous, naked body on full display, I took in her beauty. My eyes focused on her gorgeous breasts and her long, trim legs. The longer that I stared at her, the more drawn I realized that I was becoming.
"You're quite beautiful," I said. "As a matter-of-fact, you're very beautiful. Very, very lovely."
"So are you," she smiled.
Ever so demurely, my lovely hostess turned and walked out of the room. I knew what she was doing. She was walking into the bedroom, and what's more, I was in a bold and experimentative enough mood to join her.
By the time that I arrived in the bedroom, I observed her stretched out in the middle of the bed. Lurene's legs were spread ever so sensuously, and I got a good look at her vanilla-covered mound. As I looked at her blonde pubic thatch, I couldn't help but get even more excited at the prospect of having sex with this beautiful woman.
She watched as I ever so instinctively began to remove my clothes. I thought back to the invitation that she had extended after I arrived. She had wanted me to put on a robe. Yes, I thought, I had been very naive not to read more into such a suggestion. Lurene had wanted me right from the outset, and had approached the dinner invitation with that thought in mind.
I climbed out of my ski togs, then drew a sensuous sigh from Lurene as she watched me standing before her in my panties and bra.
"Yes, you sure are built," she said. "You take very good care of your body. You can be so proud of yourself, my dear. Yes, you can be very proud of yourself."
I quickly removed my panties and bra, after which I decided to stretch out in the bed. I moved my body ever so slowly inside of the bed, deciding to let her take the initiative at least in the early stages.
My mind shot back to that occasion almost ten years earlier when I had had sex with another woman. Lovely young Sally was one of the campus beauties at the high school I attended, along with me. The year that I was prom queen, she was named head cheer leader. And so we had secured the two top awards between us for girls in the entire school. At least where sex appeal was concerned.
Sally had wanted to be a lot more aggressive than me. I had actually been a little uptight about the whole relationship, and she had had to take the bull by the horns and steer us into the act of lovemaking.
Now, as I got set to engage in sex with another woman, I thought back to those occasions with Sally at her house, when her folks were gone. I remembered how she had ever so daintily removed my panties, then had slid her tongue down between my legs. Her tongue had worked ever so swiftly and aggressively, driving back and forth as it worked inside of my snatch. I recalled how wild a pussy suck she had given me, right up to the point where I had exploded.
So now there I was, in the presence of another beautiful woman, only enough years had passed in the interim to where I now felt as if I could properly adjust to what was happening.
Lurene was on me in a flash, throwing her arms around my body. As she held on tightly, she pushed her lips forward, gliding them against mine.
But Lurene did not spend all that long kissing. It was obvious that she had much more on her mind. A quick, fiery tongue kiss followed the lip kiss, after which she then reached out and grabbed hold of my breasts.
Her fingers darted ever so superbly, moving in brisk, well-coordinated strokes as she kept on sliding them against my breasts. The faster that her fingers stroked against my hot tits, the more rapidly that my entire body instinctively reacted to her quick efforts.
"Ohhh, that does feel good," I said. "Darling, ohhh, what nice finger movements, ohhh, you've got good technique."
Soon her tongue was slashing away against my breasts. Lurene moved it at a swift pace, driving it with great joy and desire as it kept on pushing and thrusting against my breasts.
When she removed her tongue from my tits, Lurene was set to drive it against my mound.
"I want to bring you off," she said. "I'm gonna really plant my tongue against you, honey."
Lurene's tongue swept up and down my left thigh a few times. When she finished sucking my left leg, she did the same thing to my right, and her brisk movements caused my whole body to become supercharged as I flipped back and forth, responding to her quick, energetic tongue thrusts.
When the thigh sucking had been completed, she then pushed her tongue forward and let it position itself in the direction of my pussy.
"Ohhh, your tongue action, ohhh, you're too much, Lurene," I told her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lurene's tongue manipulated swiftly as she slid it inside of my vagina.
I liked the fact that from the very outset she attacked me with great briskness. Her tongue kept on stabbing, moving swiftly, asserting itself with great vigor and desire. The quicker that she plunged it inside of my snatch, the closer that she pushed me toward the state of a wild orgasm.
"Ohhh, keep it moving," I sighed. "Ohhh, come on, honey. Baby, really give me a suck. Ohhh, keep your tongue plunging. Really pump with it. Oooooh, ohhh, suck me. Yes, just suck my mound. Ohhh, come on, drive it, drive it inside my snatch. Oooooh, ohhh, you're gonna bring me off. Your tongue's gonna do it. Ohhh, come on, stroke me real nice."
While my hips flung back and forth ever so wildly, Lurene reached out and grabbed at my thighs. Her fingers moved back and forth, stroking with great desire as she kept on driving her relentless, pounding tongue ever deeper inside of my vagina as she pushed me that much closer.
I couldn't help but think about just how much I was enjoying the way that she was coming on. It made me notice in particular my response, which was a lot less inhibited than it had been when my lover Sally had gone down on me years before. Lurene and I were clicking beautifully, and every time that I positioned my cunt ever closer to her tongue, driving my body forward, I would be shoved that much closer to the state of climax.
"Ohhh, here we go," I finally sighed. "Oooooh, ohhh, it's shooting out of me. These juices. Oooooh, ohhh, honey, you did it with your tongue. You did such a job of it. Darling, ohhh, did you ever suck me."
When Lurene removed her tongue from my mound, I desired to launch into some wild sucking of my own. I wanted to reach out and start sucking this beautiful woman who had done such a magnificent job of propelling me into such a great state of agitation.
I pushed my tongue forward, letting it work its way inside of her ass-hole. The one thing I wanted to do was to jar Lurene right at the outset, to let her know just how much I could enjoy her and the extent to which I would be willing to let myself go as a means of getting her agitated in every way.
My little surprise ploy did cause her to heave a loud sigh and manipulate her body sharply as she reacted to my quick, probing stabs.
"Ohhh, that's so good," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, your tongue is doing a beautiful job of it. Ohhh, baby, you really know how to ass suck. Ohhh, ahhhh, come on, keep sucking me. Darling, baby, you're coming on now. You might have been scared in the beginning, or least nervous, but you're not anymore."
While my tongue kept on stroking, driving deep inside of my lover's searing ass-hole, I reached down and grabbed sharply at her buttocks. I held on tightly, stroking with my fingers, enjoying every stroke that I delivered with my sweeping tongue, which kept on driving with exhilarated joy as it worked its way inside of her anal passage.
When I removed my tongue from her ass-hole, I reached out with my right hand and began to move my fingers searchingly inside of her pussy. I wanted to make her juice, to drive my fingers with stimulating joy until the juices shot from her mound.
"Ohhh, that feels awful good," she said. "Bring me off this way, baby. Ohhh, I can shoot so many times. I can shoot like crazy. I go wild when I get this kind of action. Baby, keep it going. Just keep your fingers sliding. Ohhh, push them around inside me. Push them against my clit. That's it. Ohhh, you're touching my love button. Ohhh, ahhh, I love it."
As my fingers ever so soothingly stroked her love button, she kicked her legs back and forth. She heaved a deep prolonged sigh as the juices started to shoot from her pussy.
"Ohhh, I'm off," she announced. "Baby, you did such a good job. Ohhh, what action you're giving me."
Ever so relentlessly, I made my next move, driving my tongue toward her left breast. I submerged my tongue against her tit, letting it drive ever so quickly, permitting it to soar as it moved back and forth. When I released my tongue from her left tit, I let it go to work against her right, repeating the same quick, dazzling action.
When I removed my tongue finally from Lurene's breasts, I knew that it was time to get to work inside of her vagina. Her whole body was scorching with desire. Her hips and breasts quivered as she prepared to receive some quick, stimulating tongue strokes from me.
"Come on, go down on me," she sighed. "Ohhh, you want to suck me. You're gonna do it, darling. Ohhh, you're gonna suck me right now. Just move your tongue. Ohhh, move it real nice. Let it probe inside of my snatch. Baby, ohhh, I know you want me. Do it. Come on, do it right now."
I looked down at her quivering thighs, then made a grab for them. As I held on tightly, I pushed my tongue inside of her box, allowing it to spin and stab as I worked her to an almost instant orgasm.
"Ohhh, wheeee, I can't take much of that," she said. "You've got me so hot already. Ohhh, ahhh, do I ever love it. Your tongue is so good. Ohhh, drive it, ohhh, drive it real nice. Oooooh, ahhh, I like this tongue action. Come on, baby, let your tongue sweep. Let it all hang out. Ohhh, yes, yes, yes. Just tongue my snatch. Ohhh, move your tongue around, let it move. Really let it slash. Push it around inside of my pussy."
My tongue kept on faithfully and excitedly manipulating its way deep inside of her box. As I pushed and slashed with it, I drove her ever nearer to the state of a glorious climax.
"Ohhh, here I go," she sighed. "Oooooh, it's all shooting out of me. Ohhh, I'm shooting, shooting, shooting."
I hardly even was aware of the fact that this was the first time I had ever sucked a girl to climax, that is, until I was finished. But once that I recognized it had all become a beautiful reality, I was then ready to go back to work with my tongue anew. I was willing to do just about anything that Lurene wanted me to do.
"Let's sixty-nine this time," Lurene smiled. "It'll be just great letting our tongues go. Just letting ourselves match each other stroke for stroke."
"It does sound delightful," I said. "Let's do it right now."
"Of course, my sweet."
The next thing I knew, my beautiful lover Lurene was sitting on top of me. I had her lovely crotch just a scant few inches away from my face. I picked up a whiff of her beautiful womanly scent, then prepared to let my slashing tongue go back to work once more.
"Let's really get into it," Lurene said. "Darling, I'm gonna work my tongue inside your box."
As I watched, Lurene's head dropped dramatically as she pushed her tongue downward toward my mound. Pretty soon she was burying her head in my crotch as she splendidly began to assert her tongue back and forth as she let it whip and slide inside of my vagina.
"Ohhh, that's very good," I said. "We'll have a real blast. I'm gonna stroke you now, darling."
Instinctively, I reached up and grabbed for my lover's buttocks. I held on tightly to her ass cheeks, then began to grind my tongue ever so searchingly as I worked it inside of her dewy love slit.
Our tongues kept on working with great desire, twisting back and forth, eagerly and relentlessly driving as they connected sharply with each other's mound.
The faster that we simultaneously went to work with our probing tongue activity, the closer that we moved toward orgasms.
I knew that I couldn't take much more of that kind of high-level sucking. After all, my beautiful lover was extending herself to the fullest, driving her tongue back and forth with every bit of desire that she could possibly implant into herself.
A few quick, resourceful tongue thrusts later, I was off. The juices started to pour from my pussy, and as they did, I even more relentlessly applied myself to the sucking at hand as L drove my tongue wildly inside of my beautiful lover's box.
A few moments later, the juices started to bolt from Lurene's pussy. My tongue went to work sharply, driving back and forth, slashing eagerly as I sought to corral every droplet of her orgasmic explosion.
When we removed our tongues from each other's box, we longingly embraced. It wasn't until then that it fully dawned on me all that I had done. Up until that point, I had thought of female lovemaking as something very strange, and had been inclined to pass off my affair with Sally as just an immature stunt on the part of a school girl. But now I could see that I was able to get turned on with a woman just as well as I could with a man.
I kept looking into Lurene's beautiful blue eyes. It was really something just how far I was beginning to extend myself sexually and, furthermore, I was reaching the point where I was learning to love it in just about every respect.
"You were great," Lurene said, "once you overcame that initial hurdle. I sensed that it was there, and it's there with a lot of us. It was there with me once, but I knew that if you just stuck with it. Well, I knew you'd like it."
"You were right."
"Baby, I just sensed that we were made for each other. I haven't had this kind of rewarding sex with many women. Usually it's just something sensual, but with you I felt something more. A beautiful bond."
She looked into my eyes, and before I knew it, she was running her fingers through my hair. As she did, she pushed her lips toward mine.
CHAPTER NINE
It was absolutely gratifying to see the way that young Don Dunne was maturing under my guidance.
Even though I had sought to bolster his confidence through the skiing lessons, the thing that really triggered a change in him was my aggressive sexual technique. As a matter-of-fact, once that he started relaxing and asserting himself more in sex, he found that Skiing was that much easier.
Late one afternoon following the conclusion of our lesson, we went straight back to my cabin. I was eager to put him through some new paces, and he was every bit as eager to respond to the occasion.
As we lay stretched out naked in bed, I at first showered several rapid-fire kisses to his lips. That ignited him to the point where he sought to reciprocate, letting his lips plunge thunderously against mine several times in quick succession.
When the kissing came to an end, I told him what I wanted.
"I want you to really give my ass a workout," I said. "I want you to do a beautiful job of fucking it. You're up to it, honey. You've got what it takes to do anything sexually."
"Thank you, Grace."
"You can start out by sucking my ass-hole," I told him.
To make myself look that much more enticing, I began to wiggle my hips back and forth. When my buttocks started to gather momentum, moving rhythmically, he felt a sense of determination, which was written all over his face. He reached down with both hands and gripped his fingers against my scorching ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, you've got tight ass cheeks all right," he said.
"Come on, baby, and start running your tongue inside of my ass-hole," I told him. "I really want you to let it go. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, just plunge your tongue inside my ass. Really give me some good action. Come on, pepper me with your hot tongue."
He licked his lips for a few moments, then decided to start sliding his tongue inside of my ass-hole. I kept on working my ass cheeks back and forth, doing everything that I could to excite my lover in every way.
"Come on, just work your tongue back and forth," I exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Ass suck. Ohhh, really suck my ass."
His burning tongue was quick to find the mark, driving back and forth quickly as he kept on winding it around inside of my anus. The more rapidly that he tongued my ass-hole, the greater the level of excitement that we both felt. It was absolutely blood curdling to constantly receive those quick, piercing tongue jolts that he kept on asserting with his flashing tongue, which propelled me ever closer to the state of orgasm.
"Ohhh, while you're tonguing me, reach up and finger my cunt," I said. "You've got to bring me off that way, sweetheart. Ohhh, ahh, I like that. I want it. Ohhh, I want your tongue strokes. Ohhh, come on, tongue me, finger me. Ohhh, do it both at the same time. Baby, I really like that action. Ohhh, ahhh, just keep it moving. Keep your tongue moving. Keep your fingers moving."
Don reached out with his left hand and allowed his fingers to slide their way inside of my organ. I enjoyed the quick, fiery finger thrusts that his twisting fingers generated inside of my snatch. The quicker that he moved his fingers around inside of my slit, the closer that he moved me toward yet another orgasm.
"Ohhh, finger me just a few more times," I said. "Baby, ohhh, that did it. Ooooh, you're touching my love button. Darling, ohhh, there's no way I can take much of that. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm shooting."
Once that the deluge of pussy juice landed in Don's hand, he removed his fingers from my organ and continued to work his tongue with thriving rapidity inside of my anus. I liked the way that he found the range, making certain that he covered every erogenous zone of excitement with his quick, blistering tongue. By then I knew that he was primed and ready to provide me with a wild ass fuck.
"Come on and finger fuck me now," I finally said. "You've done a good enough job with your tongue."
When Don released his tongue from my ass-hole, he looked at me ever so quizzically.
"What should I do now?" he asked.
"Just run one of your fingers into my ass-hole. Poke it nice and fast. Good and hard. You're gonna get me ready, and then you're gonna fuck my ass. You're gonna fuck my ass-hole wildly. You're really gonna sere my ass-hole."
I thought back to Charlie and the wild, uninhibited ass screw he had given me. Charlie was the kind of man who would force himself on you in any way that he had to, and his only objective was that of scoring in the realm of sex.
As I lay there, I watched as Don moved his left index finger forward. He pressed and pushed with it, letting it slide inside of the outer edges of my ass-hole.
At first he concentrated just on the outer edges, but the longer he continued to drive his finger inside of my ass-hole, the deeper that he began to press and push with his finger.
"Ohhh, shove it into me deeper," I cried out with ecstasy. "Really plunge your finger, darling. Ohhh, poke it inside my ass-hole. Ooooh, ohhh, drive it. Drive it good and hard. Work it fast. Really shove it into me. Ohhh, press it inside my hot ass."
The faster that Don drilled me with his fervent finger, the deeper that he imbedded it solidly inside of my anus. All the while, I reacted eagerly, my hips and ass cheeks swaying as he sustained his brilliant, fiery pace.
"Okay, you can take your finger out of my ass now," I said. "I want you to fuck my ass-hole. Come on, honey, I want you to really pour your cock into me."
When he had finished removing his finger from my anus, I got down on all fours. I was preparing to receive his quick, assertive cock thrusts inside of my ass-hole, after having been thoroughly satisfied and entertained by the way that he had shoved his finger inside of my ass.
I got down on all fours and began to wiggle my buttocks. As I kept on wiggling them, I could see the way that Don's eyes were glowing wide with great interest. He wanted to sink his sturdy pecker inside of my ass-hole, and I was ever so eager to give him that opportunity.
"Come on, pour your cock into me," I said. "Baby, just start out at your own pace. Work it nice and slow at first if you want to, but I want you to really start hammering it into me. Once you get rolling, I want you to fuck me with everything you've got. I really want you to push your hot stick deep inside my ass-hole. Are you with me?"
"Yes, very much so."
"Then let's get into it, my darling. Come on, give me a great ass fuck."
Don's fingers reached out and glided around my buttocks. He pressed them ever so sharply against my hot ass cheeks. By then Don was all set to promptly assert his sturdy pole inside of my ass.
"Ohhh, let's do it," I sighed. "Baby, run that thundering cock of yours inside of my ass-hole. Really press it. Ohhh, push with it, honey. Come on, you can glide it into me. You can really give me a good workout. Ohhh, fuck me. Yeah, fuck me with your hot stick."
Don started out slowly for a few strokes, but not for long. I had had a feeling that once he got into it, there would be no holding him back and he would pierce his penetrating tool inside of my anus until every drop of his burning juice had expired from the end of his dazzling tool.
He kept on hammering sharply, just like I wanted him to, and as he did I tightened my ass muscles and every now and then I gritted my teeth. I enjoyed the way that his hard, stiff, ever-so-erect prong kept on working inside my ass-hole. The harder and sharper that he slashed with his cock, the closer that he moved to the state of a stimulating orgasm, when all the juices would topple out of the end-of his sturdy spear and into my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, fuck my ass," I sighed. "Baby, grind your hot pecker into me. Ohh, ohhh, fuck me."
His fingers kept on working, driving sharply against my ass cheeks. The more firmly that he let them clutch against my buttocks, the closer I could tell that he was moving to the state of climax as he kept on slashing with his solid spear, driving it superbly inside of my ass-hole as he moved that much closer.
"Ohh, do it to me," I said. "Ohh, baby, you're gonna make be bowlegged and I'm gonna like every bit of it."
By then Don had completely picked up on what I wanted. While his body rocked and his punishing pecker kept on slashing inside of my ass slit, he reached out and ever so gratuitously began slapping my buttocks. I loved the crackling sounds of his fingers pressing against my flesh, and while my buttocks continued to wiggle, I could tell that he was edging his way ever closer to climax.
"Ohhh, here we go," he finally sighed. "Oooooh, ohhh, here go the juices. Ooooh, they're really pouring out of me. Ooooh, ohhh, here they go. Ooooh, baby, this is really fucking. Damned, ohhh, this is my kind of screwing."
The final few droplets of his jissum ignited from the end of his prick, and when he removed his sharp spear from my ass-hole, he went back to gently massaging my ass cheeks.
"I could go for doing that again if you're up to it," he said.
"Up to it!" I laughed. "You can do this to me all night long, honey. Come on, just push your pole inside of me.
Really let yourself go. Ohhh, you did it once and you did a beautiful job of it. Fuck me again. Yes, my ass is waiting for you."
Before Don went back to some more decisive ass fucking, though, he wanted to go through the whole routine with me, starting with the finger fuck. As his finger pressed sharply and deeply inside of my ass-hole, gripping against my rectum ever so solidly, I heaved a long, loud sigh.
"Ohhh, you're really fingering my ass," I sighed. "Baby, you're really doing it. Ooooh, you're coming on even stronger than you did the first time. I like that. Ohhh, I like the way you're pushing your finger around. Keep pushing it real nice, baby. Ohhh, keep slicing it inside of my ass-hole. Give it to me. Really jolt me with it."
His finger kept on slashing, twisting assertively as he ground it hard and fast inside of my anus. The faster that he pushed his finger, the more rapidly that my flexible ass cheeks and hips glided in rapid concert with his flowing crescendo of movement.
When his piercing finger was finally released from my ass-hole, I felt his firm, decisive fingers once more gripping at my buttocks. Did it ever make me feel great to know that this was somebody who was only a short period of time earlier a very fearful young man.
But now he waa completely taking charge of things, holding onto my buttocks as he got set to pierce my ass-hole with his flaming, determined dick.
"Just glide your cock inside me," I exclaimed. "Come on, pump it into me, honey. Ohhh, do it as fast as you want. Yes, just grind your cock. Ohhh, plant it in my hot ass. Really slice with it. Ohhh, honey, go ahead and really pump. Ohhh, push your prick, shove it into me."
He poked his hard, diligent dick forward, letting it once more commence to slash inside of my ass-hole. I could sense right from the outset that this ass fuck would be much shorter than the first one. It wasn't that the first one had been a marathon by any matter of means, for in fact it couldn't be, considering just how hot we both were. But this was going to be an even more rapid fuck as he kept on driving his hard, sturdy pole ever so hotly inside of my ass-hole, slashing with it, letting it tug and thrust as he moved that much nearer to the state of a steaming climax.
"Ohhh, you cock's burning up and so is my ass-hole," I said. "Come on, keep your dick grinding. Ohhh, ass fuck me. Ohh, what a sodomizer you are."
Tightening my ass cheeks ever so responsively, I kept on receiving his stiff, determined stabs. While he continued his rapid-fire ass efforts, he once again began to slap at my buttocks. His fingers kept on slapping against my warm, invigorated flesh as he pushed himself that much nearer toward yet another state of illuminating orgasmic ecstasy.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna be off," he said. "Here we go, ohhh, bombs away."
He delivered two more crackling stabs against my ass, after which the stirring droplets of his thick, profuse joy juice began to spray out of the end of his throbbing phallus and into my ass-hole.
When he removed his shot-gun prick from my ass-hole, he quickly shoved his finger inside of my anus once more.
"Ohhh, I like that," I said. "Honey, there's not stopping. Are you gonna ass fuck me again?"
"If you can hold up under another one."
"Oh, yes, I certainly can," I nodded. "Baby, come on, just push your finger inside me. Ohhh, really excite me. Come on, darling. Ohhh, excite me real nice. Your finger can do such a good job of it."
His finger soon propelled me into a tizzy of sensual ecstasy. Sweat began to pour profusely from my entire body, and I began panting ever so hungrily, desiring some more sex from him.
When he withdrew his finger from my anus, he reached out and curled his fingers around my buttocks. Soon that beautiful thrusting motion was felt once more as he detonated me with his savage spear.
Sure it hurt like hell being ass fucked. And there were even those points in time when I would feel guilty, like I was really doing something wrong and was leading this young man down the wrong path, but most of the time I was just too busy enjoying myself to think about anything like that.
My swerving ass cheeks kept on gliding, propelling themselves eagerly as I did everything I could to make myself as enticing a fuck as possible for this young hulk of a man, who was dominating me with his thundering pecker.
"I told you, you could do it," I said. "You're such a good screw, honey. Ohhh, come on, just stab me with your hard cock. Ohhh, ohhh, I knew you had it inside of you to be a great cocksman. You're a great skier, too. Ohhh, to be great at anything. Screw me, ohhh, screw me."
His fingers began to pepper at my ass cheeks, and soon enough I recognized just how close he was to the precipice of orgasm, when the drops of his thick, white semen would splash from the end of his erect stick and into my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, cream inside me," I gasped excitedly. "Baby, ohhh, I want to feel the cream in my ass-hole. Ohhh, you're gonna do it. Ohhh, ahhh, you're gonna do it."
I listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing as he kept on pumping away, letting his savage cock grip and stab inside of my ass-hole as he penetrated that much more closely to the state of orgasm.
"Ohhh, here we go," 'he announced. "Ooooh, ahhh, here go to the juices. Ooooh, baby, ohhh, the stuff's spilling out of me. Ooooh, what a fuck. Ohh, Grace, it's like heaven screwing with you. Ohh, your body's the most. You're the most. Oooh, ahh, you're so beautiful. Ohhh, so very beautiful."
When he removed his prick from my ass-hole, I felt about as elated as a woman could. After all, this fearful young guy had been turned into a roaring giant.
CHAPTER TEN
Bright and early the next morning, I met Charlie on one of the ski slopes.
I had just finished a lesson and he was getting ready to start one of his own. As I moved past him, he called out to me.
"Hello, Grace honey," he said. "Hang on a second. I want to talk with you."
I stopped, watching as he moved closely toward me, sliding ever so easily in his skis. When he came to a stop, he grinned ever so cheerily.
"I haven't seen much of you since that night we got together," he said. "I've been sort of busy."
"I know you have, like with young Don Dunne," he burst into laughter. "I saw you two love birds going to your cabin yesterday afternoon."
"You do see everything around here. You are the National Observer."
"You don't need to worry," he laughed, "just as long as you're nice to old Charlie. And I must say that our relationship really did get off on the right foot the other day."
"So what's up, Charlie?" I asked impatiently.
"I'll tell you what's up. I'm having a little party over at my place later tonight," he said. "Thought you might just like to drop around and have a drink."
"What time?"
"Around eight. How would that be for you."
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Good enough, baby. Then I'll see you tonight at eight."
As Charlie skied away, retaining his usual confidence, I began to wonder just what he would have up his sleeve this time. I expected another wild sex escapade with Charlie pumping it into me with everything that he had, which was a good deal, to say the very least.
That evening I arrived at Charlie's place at eight o'clock. As he opened the door for me, he was wearing his trousers and nothing more. He was naked from the waist up and was wearing no shoes, and had a can of beer in his hand. From the wild grin on his face and the bloodshot eyes, I could see that he'd had a good deal to drink.
As I stepped into Charlie's apartment, I heard loud laughter from a couple of men.
When I reached the front room, I could see two huge men standing there completely naked, sporting tremendous erections. They both had tree trunk arms and legs, along with hairy chests and legs. They both looked about as virile as two men could, and just seeing them there shocked the life out of me.
"What's going on here?" I asked Charlie. "Maybe I've come to the wrong place."
"like hell you have," the dark-haired man laughed. "You've come to the right place, Grace."
"Grace, baby, I said I was having a party," Charlie said. "This here ugly guy is Rocky. That's his friend, Ted."
Ted had light, curly hair, and smiled ever so engagingly at me as he executed a nimble little bow. "Pleased to meet you," Ted said. "You're every bit as bitchin' as old Charlie said. And when Charlie raves, usually Rocky and I stand up and take notice."
As for Charlie, he could hardly wait to finish undressing. He undid his belt, then slid his trousers down his legs. I found out soon enough that he was wearing nothing beneath his trousers, and as his hard, sturdy cock popped free, he reached out with both hands and began to let his fingers glide back and forth as he worked them up and down the full length of his hard, firm organ.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Charlie pointed the way.
"Whoopee," Rocky said.
"These friends of mine are lumberjacks," Charlie exclaimed. "I guess they look the part, don't they?"
"I would say so," I replied. "And they look like pretty horny lumberjacks at that."
Both Rocky and Ted burst into laughter over my remark.
"Yeah, you'd have to say that, honey," Ted said. "But just hurry up and get those clothes of yours off. We want to get into the screwing as fast as possible."
"Do you want a drink?" Charlie asked as I started to peel off my clothes in the bedroom.
"No thanks," I replied.
"Our cocks will give her plenty to drink," Rocky winked, triggering more laughter from the men.
Even though I was keeping my cool outwardly, inside I was seething over what Charlie had done. It wasn't so much that I would dislike fucking with these two huge lumberjacks. As a matter-of-fact, they were so virile and forceful that I was looking forward to it. What bothered me was that Charlie would pull such a cheap stunt. Apparently he considered me somebody he could just wrap around his little finger and use in any which way, and that was the part that made me burn like hell.
When I finished stripping off my panties and bra, I observed two panting lumberjacks moving toward me at the same time.
Ted made a quick dive between my legs, reaching out and grinding his solid fingers against my thighs. It felt for a second like he was going to take my legs off he used so much force on my thighs, but, then again, Ted had very strong hands.
While he held on tightly to my thighs, Ted shoved his tongue forward, allowing it to make its first quick, sharp impact inside of my ass-hole.
I loved the way that Ted's sturdy tongue went to work inside of my anus, driving solidly, twisting and turning as he worked it with great passion and joy inside of my anal passage.
While that was happening, Rocky threw his body forward. He drove apart his legs, letting them come to rest on both sides of my head.
It was plain to see what was going to happen. I was about to get it and receive it right at the same time from thee two extremely horny lumberjacks who, I was certain, would end up turning me every way but loose before the evening rolled to an end.
I kept looking at Rocky's ever-threatening dagger, which he was pushing ever closer to my mouth. It was a long, hard, thick prick, ever so hairy, just like the rest of him.
"I'm gonna feed this into your mouth," he laughed. "I'm gonna pump it inside of your ass-hole, honey. I'm gonna really stab with it. Ohhh, am I ever gonna slash with my cock. This is gonna feel so good, ohhh, so very, very good."
His hammering spear made its way inside of my mouth for the first time. I gulped hard as he rammed with everything that he could muster, driving his peter forcefully as he slashed it back and forth, propelling it deep inside of my mouth.
While Rocky overwhelmed me ever so spiritedly with his hard, sharp stick, his friend Ted continued to make rapid headway with his tongue as he let it continue to twist its way around inside of my ass-hole.
A few sturdy ass stabs later, Ted released his tongue from my anus. By then he was ready to let it promptly and properly assert inside of my vagina, and I was ever so ready to receive every quick, crackling tongue stab from him.
When I felt his warm, red tongue sink its way inside of my pussy for the first time, my whole body came un-glued as my buttocks rocked back and forth. Ted knew just how to excite me with his snatch sucking, pouring his tongue into me, letting it ever so occasionally scrape against my clitoris, which caused me to feel enormous earthquakes of emotion throughout my whole body.
"You guys are really giving it to her," Charlie called out his laughing encouragement. "Come on, guys. Keep pouring it into her. Really do the job. Ohhh, you guys are really giving it to her. Come on, keep up the screwing. Yeah, just keep it up."
While Ted's tongue kept on fervently sliding inside of my moist nest, he pushed me that much closer to the state of a wild orgasm. A few thrusting stabs later the juices started to pour from my pussy.
As that was happening, Rocky kept up his decisive cock thrusts inside of my mouth. He kept on pouring his hard, determined peter ever so deeply into my mouth, pushing and stabbing as he drove himself that much nearer toward yet a wonderful climax.
When Rocky moved to within a few seconds of orgasm, he reached down and made a grab for my breasts. His fingers tweaked at my nipples ever so sharply, and then, as his hips rocked, I knew that the thundering orgasmic fluids would start to splash from the end of his towering arsenal.
"Ahhh, swallow my cock juice," Rocky told me. "Ooooh, ohhh, it's all gonna splash. Yeah, it's gonna splash out of me."
As he rammed his dagger forward, letting it blast deep inside of my throat, I felt his thick droplets of volcanic fluid. The semen kept on spraying, splashing into my mouth in a seemingly endless fashion, engulfing me.
"Ohhh, ahhh, it's so good to be in your mouth," he said. "Ooooh, ahhh, what screwing. Damned, ohhh, do I love this kind of a screw."
He removed his cock from my mouth, then stretched out on the bed as he watched Ted continue to enjoy himself.
Ted moved the scorching fingers of his right hand inside of my vagina, permitting them to twist and turn inside my moist nest for a few more moments, following which he removed his fingers from my snatch.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck your pussy," he said. "Ohhh, the stuffs all gonna shoot out of there. Ohhh, what a nice snatch you've got. I've eaten it, so now I can fuck it."
"Come on, do it," I sighed in a hoarse tone. "I'm ready for you guys. I'm ready for anything."
"I told you this girl had a great attitude," Charlie said. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna have to be getting into this action pretty soon."
"We'll let you fuck with her," Rocky chuckled.
"Awfully generous of you two guys," Charlie said, "considering it's my party and my place."
"We think so," Ted said.
Ted's fingers worked their way inside of my sweltering vagina. I listened to the squishy sounds of his fingers continuing to make contact with my hot organ. The faster that he fingered my nest, the more excitement that rippled through my whole body. I began to anticipate even more eagerly the moment when Ted would send his hard, driving cock ever so deeply inside of my snatch.
"I like what you're doing," I sighed. "Come on, Ted, baby, you're really sticking your fingers inside of me. Ohhh, I like that. I like it fine. I like the way you're doing that."
The faster that his fingers moved inside of my snatch, the closer that I found myself moving toward climax. The juices were ready to spray from my pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I can't take it anymore," I said. "Ooooh, honey, ohhh, you're bringing me off. What a feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, it's so nice. Oooh, it's so great. Ohhh, the juices shooting like this. Ohhh, ahhh, I love it. Yes, ohhh, I love it, love it, love it."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The big moment was at hand as Ted was all set to start thrusting his dick inside of my pussy.
He reached down with both hands and grabbed hold of my thighs, parting my legs with one swift tug. By then he was ready to move his cock sharply inside of my snatch. He had done a good job of warming me up and getting me to that point through his fervent finger efforts, and now all it would take would be a few quick, stiff cock jolts and I knew he would be off.
His dangling fingers moved back and forth as they raced against my trim thighs. As he continued to hold on tightly, he jackknifed his stirring cock forward, allowing it to slash for the first time inside of my pussy.
As his prick made its way inside of my wet, electrically alive orga'n it felt good and tight.
"Ohhh, pump it into me," I sighed. "Oooooh, ohhh, honey, you really know how to fuck me. Ohhh, just slash your racing cock around inside of my snatch."
He kept hoisting his hammering rod inside of my mound, and the quicker that he maintained his scorching pace, the closer that he moved toward the stimulating moment of climax. His thunderous pecker kept on making superb contact with my mound, and all the while he was propelling himself that much nearer to the state of a wild and agitating climax.
"Ohhh, just keep it moving," I sighed. "Ohhh, come on, hammer me with your dick. Ohhh, ahhh, plunge it inside me. Really shove it. Ooooh, come on, blast me with your cock. Ohhh, drive it inside of my mound."
He kept pushing his way that much nearer. A few rifle-like strokes later, he was off. I juiced right at the same point in time. It was one of those beautiful occasions when everything jelled.
"Oooooh, ohhh, I'm juicing, too," I declared. "Oooooh, ahhh, we're shooting. Ohhh, we're shooting like gang busters."
Our whirling juices meshed as we finished up the fuck. When he withdrew his hot, steady spear from my pussy, he was all set to go to work with his cock again. He was ready to propel his hard, flinging organ inside of my snatch for a second time in rapid succession.
"I want you again," Ted said. "I can't get enough of your tight cunt."
"Then just go to it," I told him. "Ahhh, slash me with your cock."
Ted moved his fingers soothingly against my furry snatch for a few strokes. He let his fingers connect with my matted snatch hairs. The quicker that his tantalizing fingers worked against my wet pussy hairs, the more intrigued and excited I became at the prospect of once again being fucked by this hot man who was ready for pouring of his blazing juices inside of me.
Ted propelled his cock forward again, letting it drive ever so stirringly inside of my organ. He kept slashing with his peter, letting it make its sharp impact felt inside my pussy lining.
"Ohhh, I've got to juice again," I declared. "Oooooh, ohhh, the stuff is really shooting. Ooooooh, ahhh, ahhh, baby, ohhh, it's really splashing. Ahhh, ohhh, ohhh, it's shooting. Ohhh, how nice."
His hot, ramming organ kept on maintaining its scorching pace as he pumped and slashed with it. By then he was just about on the verge of another blazing, desire-filled climax.
Soothingly his fingers moved up and down my hips, and I could hear the sound of Ted's hard breathing as he kept up his grinding movements, letting his pecker dart and slash inside of my cunt.
I could also hear the sounds of his agitated penis scraping against my wet snatch. I kept flinging my hips back and forth, awaiting that moment when the semen would spray from the end of his dick.
A few quick, blasting strokes later, the drops of his thick juice started to splash from the end of his mammoth, jet-propelled dick.
"Ohhh, I'm off," he sighed. "Oooooh, ohhh, it's all shooting. Ooooh, what a feeling. Ohhh, I'm off again."
When Ted removed his stimulated dick from my pussy, Charlie moved on the scene. I could tell from the way that his racing fingers were working sharply up and down his steely, mammoth tool just how eager he was to get into the act.
"Okay, I want you to go down on me," he said as he threw his body down on the bed, landing with a thud.
Ever so carefully I watched as Charlie reached down with both hands and began to grind his fingers up and down against the full length of his supercharged, spirited penis. The more rapidly that his fingers approached his fleshy member, the greater the amount of excitement that I felt throughout my whole body.
It felt tremendous as I kept on working my fingers up and down my lover's excited rod. The quicker that my fingers plunged against his dick, the faster that his body would twitch as he reacted to my jolting finger stabs.
"I like that," he said. "Come on, just finger my rod. Ohhh, unleash your fingers. Come on, move them even faster."
Charlie looked over at his friends, Rocky and Ted, smiling eagerly. Charlie knew Rocky well enough to recognize just what he was doing at that moment. Not only was he getting some good finger sensations against his cock, he was also loving every moment of the ego enhancement that he derived from the way that my quick, thundering fingers were making their way up and down his long, blazing cock.
"Ohhh, suck me off," he sighed. "Ohhh, come on, you can start grinding your tongue. Yeah, grind it whenever you want to. Ohhh, come on, move your tongue. I want you to move it real nice."
My tongue slid forward, beginning to assert quickly as I drove it from side to side, letting it whip against his balls. That caused him to heave deep sighs and to grin ever so broadly as he reacted to every quick, dramatic tongue thrust.
"Ahhh, work your fingers up and down my dick," he said. "Suck my balls. Ohhh, come on and bring me off. You can do it, honey. Your tongue can do it. Ohhh, stroke, come on, stroke fast."
While my tongue kept on grinding against his balls, my fingers worked even more scorchingly than before as they made their way up and down his hard, thick stem. At first I had concentrated on the tip of his cock, and that had excited him tremendously, but now I was doing even more, letting my tongue slash against his balls while I fingered the full length of his huge, diligent dick.
"Ohhh, you're gonna bring me off," he repeated. "Come on, so start sucking my cock. You've gotten me excited enough now. So come on, baby. Just push your hot tongue. Drive it up and down my pole. Ooooh, ohhh, I want it. Ohhh, how I want it."
My tongue began to lash and connect with his rigid phallus as my head bounced up and down. The swifter that my tongue maneuvered against his lengthy dick, the closer that I moved him toward yet another momentous instant of dramatic ecstasy.
My fingers kept tugging and prying at his balls while my tongue worked fervently against his dick. A few quick, captivating tongue thrusts later, I could sense that the juices were just about ready to catapult from the end of his cock.
His whole body kept rocking, and he heaved a loud, thunderous sigh as he shoved his penis ever deeper into my mouth.
"Ohhh, I'm off, I'm off, I'm off," he declared with great joy. "Oooooh, ohhh, do I like it. Ohhh, the juices, ohhh, they're all shooting. Yes, ohhh, I love this kind of action. Ahhh, oooooh, what fucking."
When I removed my tongue from his still-hot and erect prick, Rocky jumped on the scene.
"Of course," Ted exclaimed.
Rocky reached down and cupped his fingers around my buttocks.
"I understand you're a good ass fuck," he said. "Okay, honey, I'm gonna stab you with my prick."
"Fuck my ass," I called out to him. "You can blast me as brutally as you want. I'm equipped to take it. You just ask Charlie."
"She's so right," Charlie chuckled. "Yeah, we're really gonna have at it. This is gonna be just a beautiful fuck."
Charlie took dead aim on my mouth one more time. He extended his legs, letting them come to rest on each side of my head. I sensed that something big was in store for me, and that he was all set to spiritedly blast me with his quick, throbbing instrument. He wanted to drive it hard and fast inside of my mouth.
"I liked the way that Rocky throat fucked you before," Charlie said. "So now I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna blast with my dick. And while I'm doing that, my old friend Rocky is gonna fuck your ass-hole."
"Right on," Rocky laughed.
Rocky squeezed my buttocks so hard that it hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to in any way reprimand him. No, I loved the pain, right along with the pleasure. In fact, it was difficult to tell the difference.
When he removed his fingers from my buttocks, he reached out and grabbed at my thighs, hurling my legs over his shoulders. His fingers held on tightly to my thighs as Rocky prepared to drive his quick, assertive cock forward and into my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna really fuck you," Rocky sighed. "Here we go, ohhh, am I ever gonna blast you with my cock."
Before Rocky got a chance to stick his peter up my ass-hole, my other friend Charlie had already gotten moving. He sliced his stinging dick forward, letting it slash its way inside of my mouth.
My jaw was starting to get sore from all of the blow job action, particularly when you consider that this was the second time in a matter of minutes when I had been throat fucked. But I loved every bit of it, having my head jarred back time and again as Rocky's roaring cock kept on taking charge of the action, slipping and slashing as it worked its way that much deeper inside of my throat.
While all of the penetrating mouth fucking was continuing, my friend Rocky was beginning to unleash his spirited prick inside of my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna really do it," he said. "I'm gonna let my sliding cock go to work. Oooooh, ohhh, what a tight ass. It is great fucking."
Rocky's peter kept on dominating me as he allowed it to slash back and forth. The harder that it drove up between my buns, the closer that he moved toward an ecstatic climax.
While his devastating, razor-sharp dick kept on gliding inside of my ass-hole, Rocky kept on moving that much nearer toward the inevitable moment of climax.
He pummeled me savagely with his cock, and I could feel the stinging impact throughout my whole body. I loved it all the same, though, just reeling under the steaming, dynamic thrusts that he kept generating inside of my ass-hole.
It was just a question of who would shoot first, Charlie or Rocky. Both of them continued to maintain an exhilarating pace as they kept on pushing their peters to the ultimate.
While the stirring cock action continued, Ted egged them on from the sidelines.
"You guys are really something," Ted said. "Keep it going. Keep up all that beautiful action. That really is great. Ohhh, it's really something watching it."
A few stirring strokes later, the juices began to pour from Charlie's rousing spear. His hips kept on rocking as the juices stampeded inside of my mouth.
"Ohhh, you're as good a fuck as ever," Charlie complimented. "Honey, ohhh, I like that kind of screwing. Ooooh, ohhh, what a nice fuck."
While that was happening, Rocky was pushing himself that much closer to the stinging moment of orgasmic satisfaction. He kept on driving his stiff spear ever so deeply inside of me, running it sharply up between my buns and into my ass-hole as he drove himself that much nearer to the state of a stinging climax.
Several hard thrusts later, the juices started to pour from the end of his volcanic stick and into my ass-hole.
"Oooooh, ohhh, can you fuck," I exclaimed. "I really love the way you poured it into me, honey. Ohhh, did I like that."
By then Ted was ready for some more activity.
"I want in your ass now," he said.
Rubbing my buttocks, Ted held onto them for a few strokes. He shoved his fingers against my thighs, which he hurled over my shoulders. By then Ted was ready for action. His sharp, stinging spear began to attack my ass-hole as he drove it superbly forward inside of my anus.
The more rapidly that he twisted and turned his cock, the closer that he manipulated himself to a beautiful orgasm.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna shoot it off," Ted said, "and, furthermore, it's not gonna take all that long."
His driving, thunderous spear kept on attacking me, pushing and twisting as it moved with great tightness and desire inside of my ass-hole.
A few stirring, twisting peter thrusts later, the juices were all ready to pour from the end of his explosive cock. He heaved a deep sigh, then watched as the juices began to catapult from the end of his mammoth joy stick and into my twisting anus.
"Ohhh, another nice ass fuck," I said. "I really love them. Ohhh, what a crowd you guys are. You're as horny as they come."
The three men looked at each other and laughed. One thing about it. They knew that they were in the presence of a damned sexy woman.
CHAPTER TWELVE
My relationship with Lurene continued to flourish.
Whether I had a lesson with her or not, I often spent time with her. She would call me up and invite me to lunch or dinner, and sometimes we would drive into Palm Springs if I had a few days off.
On one such occasion, we basked in the warm delight of some mineral waters in Desert Hot Springs, situated just a few miles away from Palm Springs. We created quite a bit of turmoil as we lay around in our bikinis, but we didn't let any of the guys make headway. After all, we weren't there to fuck with other people, we were there to fuck with each other.
When we left one afternoon following a number of instances in which men had tried to get to know us, my friend looked at me and smiled from behind the wheel of her Cadillac.
"You know, those guys would absolutely flip if they ever thought we were doing it with each other," she said, "and that was the reason why they weren't getting to first base."
"I guess what they don't know isn't going to hurt them," I chuckled.
We had ourselves a delightful dinner in town, then rode back to the motel room. By then my dear friend Lurene was an extra-horny girl.
Lurene reached down and made a grab for my thighs as soon as we both had completed the act of stripping. Before I was even ready for it, she began pushing her tongue inside of my pussy. Ever so stirringly her tongue kept darting back and forth, working wildly as she implanted it inside of my moist nest.
"Ohhh, you're really giving it to me," I said. "You're burying your tongue in my twat, darling. Your tongue is working so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, I like the way it's slashing. I like the way you're working it inside of my mound. Come on, ohhh, keep fucking my glory hole.
Keep pumping your tongue inside of my snatch. Come on, just bring me off. Your tongue is working so nice. Ahhh, ohhh, come on, let it slash. Let it slide inside of me."
While my body instinctively rocked under the tremendously stirring impulses generated by her tongue, Lurene kept on driving her tongue fervently inside of my mound. She would toy with my love but-ton, then let her tongue extend itself throughout my velvety valley of sensation.
A few quick, timely tongue strokes later, the juices were all set to pop from my scorching pussy and into her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm off," I said. "Darling, ohhh, keep sucking. Yes, ohhh, drive your tongue into me. Ohhh, what a fuck."
When she removed her tongue from my mound, I was all set to work my tongue inside of her hot slit. But before I got the chance, she reached into her purse and pulled out a little surprise object.
It was a pink, flesh-colored cock-like object. She switched it on, then began to shove it toward my snatch.
"I just bought this vibrator at a novelty store about a week ago," she said. "I wanted to show you just how much fun I could provide for you with this thing. I'm gonna really let it slide, honey. I'm gonna work it inside of your wet twat."
"How's it gonna feel?"
"I'll just let you be the judge."
From the moment that she first plunged the vibrator inside of my hot love slot, my body was thrown into a turmoil of sexual electricity.
Lurene knew just how to generate her pace, letting the vibrator shove and twist as it worked its way inside of my mound. The quicker that she shoved it with agitating joy inside of my glory hole, the quicker that she propelled me to the state of a stirring orgasm.
"Ohhh, just keep it going," I said. "You're so right, my dear. Ohhh, it feels good. Come on, keep shoving it in me. Ohhh, stroke me real nice. Baby, ohhh, stroke me. Keep up this nice pace. Oooooh, ahhh, do I love it."
She kept on wielding the vibrator with decisive force. A few quick, determined strokes later, the juices began to pop from my pussy.
"Ohhh, you've got me off," I said. "Of course, it wasn't really that much of a feat. I was so turned on."
"I'll get you turned on again," she told me. "I'm gonna drive this thing inside of your box."
She shoved the vibrator forward once more, letting it move its way anew inside of my tight, agitated twat. The faster that she hammered with the vibrator inside of my wet, determined pussy, the quicker that I was steered toward yet another orgasm.
Lurene smiled beautifully, enjoying what she was doing to me, continuing to push and plunge the vibrator with devastating joy and desire as it worked its way inside of my mound.
"Ohhh, this is good," she said. "It's extra good for you. I can see that."
She blasted me with the vibrator a few more times, and by then I could take it no longer. The juices just had to start spilling from my pussy.
When all of the beautiful activity was at an end, she handed me the vibrator.
"Come on, do me with it," she said.
Her hips twitched nervously just anticipating the first few strokes of the vibrator, and as I began to shove it toward her snatch, I started to feel a great empathy toward her. It was really something just how closely I could coordinate my own feelings with lovely Lurene.
I began to pump away with the vibrator, letting it slip and slide ever so deeply inside of her scorching pit. The quicker that I manipulated the twisting vibrator inside of her organ, the closer that I moved her toward the state of ecstatic bliss when all of the juices would splash from her snatch.
"Ohhh, just keep it up," she encouraged me. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, drive it inside my twat. Come on, really shove it. Oooooh, ahhh, go ahead. Yes, ohhh, come on, keep it up."
The piercing vibrator continued to make its rapid strides as I shoved it inside of Lurene's moist, ever-invigorated twat. A few quick strokes later, she could hold out no longer as the juices started to shoot from her snatch.
"Ohhh, ahhh, it's so great to be off," she exclaimed. "Ooooh, ohhh, the way you shoved that thing into me. What a feeling, ohhh, what a nice feeling."
Once that I switched off the vibrator, I knew what I had to do next. I had to just drop my head down between Lurene's curvaceous legs so that I could tackle her hot box with my long, steaming, ever-nervous tongue.
With promptness, I reached down and grabbed at her legs. I entwined my fingers around them, then pushed my tongue downward toward her open, available box.
"Come on, darling, just tongue me," she said. "Ohhh, move your tongue real nice. Baby, ohhh, just let it slash inside my pussy. Darling, really drive it. Ohhh, what a tongue you have. Oooooh, you're working it so sensitively. Slice with it even faster."
My tongue kept on driving at a rapid-fire pace as I pushed it back and forth, letting it twist and slide inside of her hot nest. The faster that I worked my tongue, the closer that I pushed her toward that inevitable moment when all of the searing juices would be unleashed from her cunt and into my mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, come on, keep sucking," she said. "Ooooh, you do have a nice tongue, baby. You do know how to stroke with it. Go ahead, ohhh, blast away with your tongue. Keep blasting. Ahhh, keep driving it. Keep, working it. Ohhh, let it slide. Ohhh, press it, ohhh, push it inside my pussy."
A few decisive strokes later, she was off. The juices poured from her organ and into my mouth.
She remained as acutely restless as could be, and after I had swallowed her juices, she threw her body on top of mine. While her hips wiggled, she shoved her scorching snatch toward my pussy.
Before I could even adjust to what was happening, Lurene was supplying me with some great pussy friction as she let her cunt slide back and forth. Ever so promptly and quickly, she let her pussy continue to make great contact as it worked its way against my snatch.
"Ohhh, that feels good," I said. "I've never experienced anything like this before. Ooooh, this is a wild sensation. It feels nice. Ahhh, I like it."
All the while, my attentive lover kept on flipping her body back and forth as she slid her clitoris on top of mine. When our love buttons collided, we both became jarred as our bodies flung with great electricity. The longer that the stimulating friction continued, the more inevitably I moved toward climax.
"Ohhh, I can't take it anymore," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, ohhh, the stuffs just shooting out of me. Ohhh, this is a gusher, darling, ohhh, it's really a gusher."
All the while, as her hips kept gliding, I could see that Lurene was also manipulating her way toward a wild orgasm.
A few seconds later the juices shot from her mound, and after she removed her body from mine, we took positions opposite from one another, facing each other's pussy.
"Let's sixty-nine," Lurene winked.
"Why not? Boy, you sure did teach me the ropes on that last move."
"There's nothing like two lovers going clit to clit," she laughed. "So let's get working, honey. Let's really start sucking. Let's move our tongues real nice. Let's bring each other off."
With steady determination, we planted our tongues inside of each other. They rolled and twisted, working methodically and gracefully, driving with steaming desire as they kept on spinning and slashing inside of each other's box.
The quicker that we stroked inside each other's nest, the closer that we moved toward a beautiful climax, when we would share the blissful joys of great lovemaking.
A few stimulating tongue strokes later, the juices started to bolt from my pussy. As they did, they also started to shoot from my lover's box.
Our bodies kept spinning in an earthquake of wild emotion. We held on tightly to each other's buttocks as we shot our juices inside of each other's mouths.
When the wild sixty-nine came to an end, Lurene still had an urge for additional screwing.
"I want to go down on you again," she told me.
"Honey, you never quit."
"No, I don't. Not when I'm around somebody like you."
Sure enough, Lurene once more went for my snatch. Her tongue tickled my love button a few times, and that was enough in itself to propel me almost to the verge of a wild, desire-ridden orgasm.
Her tongue kept on sweeping, moving with great earnestness, driving and slashing as it worked its way inside of my torrid nest.
"Ohhh, come on, keep stroking it," I said. "I can't believe this. Ohhh, what wild action. Suck me. Baby, ohhh, suck my box."
I shoved my snatch upward so that she could get at me more readily as she kept up her quick, throbbing strokes. Her tongue kept on working, driving with piston-like impact as she shoved me that much nearer to the state of an intriguing orgasm.
"Ohhh, ahhh, here we go," I said. "Baby, ohhh, thank you for another beautiful suck. Ooooh, ahhh, the juices are really splashing. Ohhh, they're spraying out of my pussy. Darling, ohhh, do I like it."
Lurene's fingers ever so intelligently glided up and down my thighs as she stroked them, all the while going after my droplets of flowing pussy juice.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After I finished getting it on with all of those super studs, I became even bolder in my sexual outlook.
There was a young man who was vacationing in the area with his folks. His name was Tom and he was about the same age as my friend Don Dunne. From the moment that I looked at young Tom, I knew that I liked him, but I wasn't quite ready to go out on the limb at that point.
The longer our association became and the bolder that I began to grow because of my numerous sexual encounters, the more convinced that I became that perhaps this young man could become a conquest of mine.
When we finished a skiing lesson one day, we were sitting over on a distant ledge. We were resting, and as I stole a glance at Tom, I recognized just how much I really wanted him.
It seemed that even though we were out of doors and he wasn't expecting anything of the kind, that I just had to follow through on my instincts and provide him with some sexual stimulation.
I reached out quickly with my right hand, allowing my fingers to grab hold of his fly. As my fingers pressed against the zipper, I tugged downward on the fly and unzipped his pants. When I reached inside and grabbed his cock, I noticed just how terrified a young man I had in my presence.
"Ohhh, what are you doing?" Tom asked startledly.
"Relax, I'm gonna give you some pleasure. Don't get shook up, baby. You're gonna enjoy it. You're certainly gonna enjoy it. Now just take it easy. Take it real easy."
"I don't understand this."
"You will in time."
I dropped down to my knees there in the snow, reaching out and lunging for his cock. As my fingers pressed up and down his peter, he dropped down into the snow and began gasping.
Even though Tom had been too excited to get much of an erection in the beginning, once that my fingers began to steer up and down the full length of his cock, he soon became erect. Back and forth my plunging fingers slid as they kept on working against his sturdy member, rotating with grace and beauty as I kept up my steady flow of determined action.
"I'm gonna suck you off," I told him, "and you're gonna enjoy it. You're gonna enjoy my tongue action. I'm gonna press my tongue against your prick. I'm gonna really do it."
But before I launched into the actual sucking, I reached down and started to slide my tongue against Tom's balls. My tongue scraped against them, and the quicker that I launched it, the more eagerly he reacted to my movements.
Pretty soon Tom's whole body began to twist and sway from all of the determined, burning tongue stabs that I kept providing for him. As my tongue kept on slicing and twisting, I drove him much nearer to the state of climax.
My sweeping tongue moved against his balls a few more times, after which I then started to grind my tongue against his cock. Up and down I worked my tongue with sturdy precision, manipulating it gracefully as it made its way along the full length of his fully agitated prick. By then Tom was gulping and gasping, his wiggling body quivering in the snow as I kept on working my tongue up and down his steady lightning rod.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I don't believe it," he said. "I've never had a sensation like this. Ohhh, ahhh, it's a great sensation. Ohhh, ahhh, what action," he said. "I don't believe you. Ohhh, I don't believe this. I can't believe any of it."
Now that I had sucked him to one eager climax, I decided to go back to work with my tongue and bring him off again. So I reached down with it and allowed it to race back and forth anew as it splashed against his balls. The more quickly and assertively that I drove my tongue against his testicles, the louder that he began to gasp as he responded to my quick, forceful efforts.
While my tongue kept on probing against his hot nuts, I would assert my fingers up and down the full length of his hard dagger. My fingers would pump and push as I let them squeeze against his fleshy dick, and all the while my tongue would continue burying itself in his scorching ball sac.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna have to shoot again," he said. "Ohhh, I just don't believe this."
I hardly believed it myself. My head kept swimming as I worked my tongue against his balls, following which I decided it was time to turn my tongue loose against his prick.
If I had thought that my tongue had raced previously, that was nothing compared to what I was just about to do. My tongue kept on working, driving up and down his hard, steady phallus as I worked him ever closer to the state of a stirring orgasm.
"Ohhh, ahhh, suck it off," he said.
I liked the way that my responsive lover was getting acclimated to the act of sucking. While my fingers kept on gliding and clutching against his balls, I looked forward to catching another full load of juice, which I knew would spurt from the end of his razor-sharp cock.
A few stimulating tongue jolts later, the deluge began to hit. The stirring drops of his hot, white fluid began to race from the end of his cock and splash into my mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, what sucking," he said. "Ooooh, ahhh, Grace, I don't believe you, I don't believe you at all."
That was the start of another beautiful relationship. Following that afternoon, I just spent most of the evening relaxing. I knew that I had another lesson with Tom scheduled for the next day, and I was determined to be poised and ready for it.
When our next day's lesson ended, I invited Tom up to my place. I knew that he would accept, and that he would certainly understand what lay in the cards.
After we got completely nude, I observed Tom's eyes virtually begin to pop out of his head as he looked at my naked body. I had had guys react that volcanically before, but it really seemed nice just looking at this sweet kid staring at me that way, ever so eager to provide himself with as much in the way of sexual enjoyment and thrills as he possibly could.
While I lay there on the bed, spread out on my back, mass cheeks gliding to and fro, I figured that it was time to start conveying instructions to this young man. I had done a good job of instruction young Don Dunne in the art of fucking, and now I was determined to enjoy every bit as much in the way of success when I dealt with this handsome young guy.
"Come on, Tom, and just run your tongue inside of my ass-hole," I said. "You can do it slow at first if you want to, to get warmed up. But the longer you suck me, the quicker that I want you to probe with your tongue. Just work it real nice. Pump your tongue real nice inside of my ass-hole. Come on, honey, you can do it. You know how to excite me."
He pushed his tongue inside of my ass-hole, letting it wiggle slowly, but soon starting to speed up the action.
Pretty soon he began twisting and turning his tongue, letting it slide ever so methodically as it worked its way around inside of my ass-hole. The faster that his thundering tongue got the job done, the more quickly that my entire body would rock as I reacted to his quick, stimulating movements.
"Ohhh, go ahead, keep it going," I said. "Reach out and grab a feel of my ass cheeks, honey. You'll like that. Come on, move your fingers real nice. Let them slide over my buns. Ohhh, do I ever like that. Hold on real tight."
While Tom continued to let his tongue connect sharply with my ass-hole, he reached down and grabbed at my buttocks. His fingers held on ever so securely as his tongue raced, driving spiritedly, working solidly inside of my anal passage.
"Okay, turn loose now with your tongue," I said. "We'll go on to the next phase."
When my lover turned his tongue loose from my ass-hole, I pointed down toward my pussy.
"Come on, just start tonguing my snatch," I said. "Better yet, Tom honey, kiss my cunt. Come on, drive your lips against my pussy a few times."
Tom pushed his lips forward, allowing them to collide ever so sturdily against my snatch. That caused my whole body to rock and sway in dramatic response to his movements.
"Ohhh, that's it, you're really making my cunt itch," I laughed. "So come on, honey. Slide your tongue again. This time start sliding it inside of my mound. Baby, come on, cunt suck me. Yeah, really cunt suck me.
His tongue began to move superbly inside of my wet slit. The more rapidly that he pressed and pushed with it, the closer that he drove me toward a spirited, determined orgasm, when all of the juices would surge excitedly from my snatch and into his mouth.
"Go ahead, ohhh, suck me good and fast," I exclaimed. "Darling, you know how to do it. Ohhh, your tongue is beautiful."
A few quick, sturdy tongue efforts later, the juices just had to bolt from my pussy. They splashed with great joy, spilling from my mound and into his mouth.
"You really did it," I said. "So now I want you to put your cock to work."
He looked at me with determination in his eyes. I could see that Tom was learning fast and that he was ever so willing to provide me with the utmost in physical excitement.
"Go ahead, start fucking my pussy now," I said. "I gave you a couple blow jobs before, and you juiced real nice. So come on, honey, and hump me."
In order to entice my quick-learning lover that much more, I reached down with my right hand and started to glide my fingers soothingly inside my organ. My fingers worked with great joy as they uninhibitedly pushed inside my mound. Every once in awhile I would allow my fingers to graze against my love button. When I removed my fingers, I got set to receive some quick, decisive cock stabs from him.
"Come on, drive it into me right now," I told Tom. "Ohhh, I'm ready for it. Honey, ohhh, am I ever ready. Just pump with your cock. Drive your prick inside me."
He hoisted his long, savage cock forward, permitting it to drive its way inside of my pussy for the first time. He kept on sharply wedging his joy stick inside me, working it back and forth, grinding it with smooth desire as he catapulted himself that much closer to the state of a steaming climax.
"Come on, just ram me with your dick," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, come on, pummel me. Darling, fuck me. Ohhh, fuck my snatch."
As my body rhythmically bounced from side to side, my lover kept up his quick, decisive thrusting stabs. The harder and more savagely that he entered me with his stinging prick, the closer that he progressed to the point of a wild climax when all of the juices would start to spray from the end of his fleshy dong.
While he fucked me hard and fast, I reached up behind him and with trembling fingers, slid them up and down the small of his back. I could tell that he enjoyed the way that I was touching him, and as he kept on hammering with his rock-hard, authoritative prick, Tom drove himself that much nearer to the state of a wild, enthralling climax.
"Ahhh, keep fucking me," I said. "Ohhh, hammer me with your prick. Baby, ohhh, are you slashing with it."
His thundering organ would not be able to maintain that kind of feverish pace for much longer. A few quick, jolting stabs later, the drops of his thick, volcanic fluid began to shoot from the end of his long pecker and into my mound.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm off," he said. "Ohhh, what screwing.
When he removed his long spear from my snatch, Tom looked down once more at his still-responsive organ.
I decided I would do my part to keep him pepped up and alive, so I grabbed hold of his long stick and started to move my fingers up and down the full length of it.
"Ahhh, that feels real nice," he said.
"I love holding on to your long prick," I smiled.
"Keep moving your finger," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, I like that finger action."
I kept on wielding my fleshy fingers against his solid organ for a few moments more, after which I released them. By then I stretched out one more time, extending my legs, flinging my hips from side to side ever so restlessly as I got set to be fucked again.
"Come on, just keep your cock screwing me," I said. "Darling, go ahead, really grind with your dick. Ohhh, give me a nice fuck. Come on, really cut loose with your pecker."
While my hips kept on angling from side to side, my intense lover pushed forward with his cock. By then I could see that he was most certainly learning his lessons well.
He kept on firing away, slamming his huge, erotic member inside of my vagina.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna be off," said.
My vibrating pussy kept on gyrating as I reacted to his quick, stirring, ever so commanding cock stabs.
A few hurling, twisting, forthright dick thrusts later, the steaming droplets of his thick, white juice began to sail splendidly from the end of his member, splashing out of it and into my waiting snatch.
"Ohhh, you've done it to me again," I said. "You really are some kind of fuck, sweetheart. Ohhh, you're good, ohh, you're so good."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was reaching the point where one thing above everything else was giving me a thrill.
Even more than developing someone in the art of skiing, the thing that I was getting to really enjoy was the act of taking a young man in tow and just putting him through the paces when it came to wild and exhilarating sex, and such was the case with Tom. Don had been brought out step by step until he had become an astute lover, as a matter-of-fact, a veritable powerhouse in the sheets. It was now becoming equally apparent that Tom was learning through my instruction, and now he was coming out in new and different ways.
After another skiing lesson, I had him accompany me home. We jumped into bed together after very little in the way of conversation. After all, when we were that horny and that aroused about the prospect of immediate sex, there was nothing that could conceivably hold the two of us back.
The first thing that I wanted to do on this particular occasion was to instill an awareness within Tom about my ass. I must say that I've got a very cute one, and when I put my mind to it, I can entice my partners no end. This was my objective with Tom, getting him so ass conscious that his entire sexual emphasis would be directed toward that sensuous area of my anatomy.
"Grab hold of my ass cheeks," I said. "Come on, Tom, honey; you've got to be as uninhibited as hell. That's what it takes to make a great lover. You've got what it takes. All you've got to do is reach inside yourself. A little positive application, honey, can go a long way."
Ever willing to please me in every conceivable facet, my dear friend Tom reached down with both hands. His fingers solidly gripped against my buttocks, twisting back and forth as he let them turn and slide. The more rapidly that he worked his fingers, the more decisively that he applied them to my ass cheeks. He squeezed ever so sharply, letting his fingers push methodically as they worked their way against my hot butt. All the while I was being transported into that much more exhilarating a sexual state.
"That's it," I said. "Now you can go one step further, Tom. You can suck my ass cheeks. Just get that rifle tongue of yours ready. Push it against my butt. Ohhh, just slide your tongue against my ass cheeks, baby. Let's really do it. Let's really get excited."
His quick, surging tongue completely reacted to my pleas. Tom let his tongue race back and forth as he worked it solidly against my left buttock. The quicker that he emphatically let his throbbing tongue go to work against my butt, the faster that my whole body began to twirl in instinctive reaction to his grinding tongue maneuvers.
"Ohhh, I do like that," I said. "Come on, grind your tongue against my butt. Do it faster. Sink your tongue, honey."
While Tom's tongue kept on racing back and forth as it manipulated against my left ass cheek, he reached down and allowed his fingers to maneuver methodically against my thighs. The faster that his fingers raced against my warm, excited thighs, the greater amount of excitement that rippled through my whole body as his steaming action continued.
"Now you can work your tongue against my other ass cheek," I told Tom. "Come on, baby, just that same kind of motion. Ohhh, am I ever excited. Your tongue can do such a good job of it. Ooooh, honey, come on and grind it."
While his tongue worked in an even greater crescendo of wild passion, twisting back and forth as it slapped against my right ass cheek, my whole body was in such a state of agitation that I knew I had to get sucked even more. I needed more of it and I needed it more quickly, and Tom was just the guy to supply me with all of my needs.
"Quick, start sucking my ass-hole," I cried out. "Darling, come on, ass suck me. You can do it. Come on, do it fast. Ohhh, fast but not too fast. Just give me the right motion. Your tongue can do it."
His tongue began to jackknife back and forth, twisting quickly and decisively as he pressed it up between my buns and inside of my anal passage. The quicker that his throbbing tongue went to work inside of my ass-hole, the greater the excitement that continued to surge within me. My legs twisted ever so responsively, reacting to the sharp, jolting tongue strokes that he kept on planting inside of my scorching anus.
"Come on, keep drilling," I said. "Your tongue is so good. Ohhh, keep stroking with it. Yes, ohhh, do you know how to stroke. Is your tongue ever good. Ohhh, can you ever move it."
His tongue worked with fervent dedication, pushing and slashing as he worked it all the way inside of my ass-hole. By then I felt that he was sufficiently conditioned to move onto the next step, in which he would let his racing cock start to spear my ass-hole.
"Turn loose," I said. "You can stop right now, Tom baby. We'll go onto the next step. Ohhh, can you ever fuck me."
When Tom released his tongue from my anus, he watched as I got down on all fours. I prepared to receive some brisk, determined ass stabs from this handsome young guy, who was ever so willing to pursue me in any way.
In order to excite him that much more, I moved my ass cheeks back and forth. The quicker that I let them twist and turn, the more excitement that raced within my entire body. I was all set to be fucked by him, and I wanted to make certain that his steaming peter did the best job possible.
Every time that I looked back at Tom, I saw his eyes trained ever so closely on my ass cheeks. He was ready to sink his hot, determined pecker inside of me and let it slash with great fervency until the juices poured from the end of his spear.
"Okay, fuck my ass-hole," I sighed. "Baby, just take that big stick of yours and ram it up between my buns. I want to feel that. Ohhh, I really want to feel your long dick inside of me."
He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He let his long, flaming pole slide ever so quickly and assertively inside of my ass-hole. His dick danced back and forth as he established his surging pace, letting his tool ever so hotly glide inside of my ass-hole. The quicker and more determinedly that he slashed with his flaming organ, the closer that he pushed himself to a dramatic climax.
While Tom kept on assaulting my ass-hole, he reached down with both hands and let his fingers grind against my buttocks. It felt so good to have his fingers slashing against my ass cheeks as he fucked back and forth, asserting his hard, stirring stick as he moved himself that much nearer to the state of a magnificent orgasm.
"Keep up the fucking, ohhh, fuck me," I sighed. "Baby, I'm gonna keep grinding my hips. Ohhh, I'm gonna keep flipping my butt. Your cock can do it. Ohhh, what a gorgeous cock you have."
Tom kept slamming his hard, steady spear as deeply as he knew how inside of my twisting anal pit. Every time that I felt the surging stabs of pain, I felt that much better. Yes, as ironic as it might sound, the pain proved to be one of the most joyful single aspects of the whole ass-fucking experience, and as he kept on finding the range with his stirring peter, he pushed himself that much closer to the state of orgasm.
"Ohhh, I can't hold on much longer," Tom exclaimed.
"You don't have to. Come on, baby, Just keep slashing with your cock. Keep driving it inside me. Ohhh, really push it. Push your hot pole inside my hot ass-hole."
A few hurling, determined peter strokes later, the droplets of his fiery fluid began to splash from the end of his dick and connect with my ass-hole.
When I began to feel those warm, inspiring droplets of cock fluid splashing against my anal passage, it made me feel that much better all over. I loved being fucked like that, and this was beautiful, the act of receiving all of the hot juices from the end of his determined dagger.
"Ohhh, it's so great fucking you," he said. "You've got such an ass-hole."
"You've got a wild prick," I told him. "Okay, keep hammering with it. Ohhh, hammer it nice and hard."
He kept up his decisive attack with his flaming member until the final few drops of his floodtide had evaporated. By then he was looking at me once again, by the expression in his eyes wanting to know just what I had in store for him next.
"You can do that again, as far as I'm concerned," I told him. "What a cock you've got, baby. I like the way you grind it. So come on, honey, and fuck my ass-hole. Really get your cock moving. Push it hard and fast. Ohhh, do I ever want you to screw me."
Without waiting for any further cues, Tom reached out and gripped at my buttocks. He pinched them even more sharply than he had before, after which he got set to shove his huge, rapid-fire pecker inside of my ass-hole.
His cock lunged forward as he heaved a deep sigh, rotating his hips back and forth as he pummeled me even more sharply than he had on the first occasion. The more quickly that he slashed with his blazing cock, the closer that he moved toward yet another orgasm.
I loved receiving his quick, forceful strokes. His grinding spear kept up his consistent attack. His hard, hammering phallus continued to slash and twist as he moved himself ever so close to yet another orgasm.
"Ohhh, you've got such a beautiful ass," he told me. "Ohhh, keep grinding a little, honey. Yes, Grace, baby. Ohhh, let's make it as good as we can."
While my buttocks wiggled, I felt acute waves of pain inside of my ass-hole. All the while my astute student Tom continued to hammer away, and soon the thundering white semen started to splash from the end of his dick.
"You can move to the head of the class," I told him. "Oh, yes, baby. In skiing or in fucking, you're a winner both ways."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Charlie was one man who wasn't about to let me forget him.
One afternoon when neither one of us had any lessons, we went skiing together. We wound up at his apartment after it was all over. The result? Well, I suppose you could guess the ultimate result, but before we got around to that, he fixed us some steaks and potatoes, which we enjoyed with some burgundy wine.
When it was all over, we went into the living room. He played some very soft and rhapsodic music on his eight-track tape as we lay there petting in the semi-darkness.
Quite naturally, Charlie being anything but shy, was willing to take the initiative from the outset. The son-of-a-bitch. He might have been a blackmailer and everything else, but when it came to igniting me, he had a certain charisma that could get the job done and he was every bit aware of it as I was. He also knew just how much I enjoyed screwing with him.
Before long, we were rolling around there, right on his soft living room rug. From the sounds of his heavy breathing, I could tell just how close this sexy character was to getting untracked.
He pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to position itself inside of my mouth. With great determination, his tongue relentlessly pursued my mouth. He worked it back and forth, letting it twist and glide assertively as he ran his fingers simultaneously through my hair.
When the French kissing had concluded, Charlie reached down and immediately started to remove my clothes. His fingers moved with great authority as he got me down to my panties and bra, then really went to work.
"Ahhh, you look so good," he panted. "Good enough to screw. Good enough to eat. Good enough to do anything with."
He removed my bra, then went to work on my panties. He slid my panties down my legs and off of me, then stood back for a moment and admired the beauty of my naked body.
In another searing instant, he was lying down next to me. His fingers reached out as he quickly removed his own clothes, then his shorts and T-shirt.
Now he was lying there bare-ass naked next to me and I could feel the developing sensations in my warm, agitated loins.
"I want to finger your snatch," he told me.
I could still hear those sounds of heavy breathing as Charlie reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to begin swiftly asserting inside of my vagina. I liked the way that his fingers soothingly manipulated inside of my nest. Charlie would let them ooze ever so slowly against my clitoris, and the longer that he put his fingers to work, the greater the excitement that I felt throughout my whole body as I heaved loud sighs.
"Ohhh, you're gonna bring me off," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, baby, I like those finger movements. Come on, just keep grinding. Ohhh, keep working with your fingers."
His fingers kept slicing and twisting, working determinedly as they slashed inside of my moist and receptive nest. He knew what he was doing. Charlie wanted to bring me off quickly, deciding that I would be even hornier after that objective had been accomplished.
A few quick, determined finger strokes later, the juices were about set to shoot from my pussy. Once that I heaved a loud sigh, I knew that they were ready to pop. They shot from my organ and into my lover's fingers.
"Ohhh, I'm off, I'm off, I'm off," I sighed. "Baby, ohhh, do you know how to do it.
Charlie wasn't about to let up for a second. He had brought me off one time with his finger approach, and now he was all set to do it again.
His stirring fingers reached out and moved downward toward my mound once more. He let them quickly twist and plunge as he worked them inside of my wet, determined vagina.
"Ohhh, are you ever getting me worked up," I sighed breathlessly. "Honey, you're so good at that. Keep your fingers working. Ohhh, stroke my mound."
Never had I seen Charlie any more determined to totally dominate me. As I thought back to the young men to whom I'd given such guidance, I had to contrast what happened in sex with him very sharply with what had happened with them. Charlie was a more experienced guy, and I was able to gain quite a bit of insight from him, which I could later pass to people like Don and Tom.
His fingers kept on rifling their way inside of my snatch. He would ever so torridly move them against my matted pubic hairs, then would allow them to dig ever so deeply inside of my searing love nest.
"Ohhh, I'm about off," I sighed. "Come on, just a few more of those nice strokes, baby. Oooooh, you're touching my love button, baby, ohhh, I can't take any more of that."
His roasting, determined fingers kept on pushing their way inside of my wet, turbulent snatch. When the juices bolted from my organ for a second time in rapid succession, he removed his fingers from my vagina.
"Here we go, I'm gonna fuck you again," he said. "This time I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue."
Charlie dropped his head down quickly between my legs. His fingers worked up and down my shapely thighs, and as they did, he moved his tongue forward. Charlie let it converge against my pussy, letting it slide back and forth as he worked it ever so solidly inside of my tight, desire-ridden twat.
"Baby, you're bowling me over," I sighed. "Your tongue is just overwhelming me. I love the way you're doing it. Ohhh, first you fingered me off, so now you're sucking me."
I kept watching him as he buried his tongue ever deeper into my hot hole. The faster that he worked it, the greater the amount of friction that surfaced throughout my whole body as his burning tongue kept on driving, twisting sharply inside of my throbbing nest.
Several quick, methodical tongue strokes later, the juices started to shoot from my pussy and inside of my lover's mouth. I watched as he swallowed every drop of the orgasmic fluid, then released his tongue from my snatch. He looked down at his lengthy, hard organ. He was all set to move his fingers against his stinging spear. Up and down he pumped and pushed with his fingers, letting them spiritedly slash against his grinding, excited peter.
He worked his long, hot pole forward, dropping it downward toward my mouth.
"Just open and open fast," he said," 'cause I sure as hell haven't got all day. I've got to fuck your mouth. I've got to make the most of this."
I admired the character's balls. When he had something he wanted to do, he'd just come right out and tell you and he would make no bones about it. Charlie sure wasn't the kind of guy who would ever apologize for fucking you. No, he'd just tell you what he expected and you were expected to follow along according to his guidelines.
His fervent, sailing spear asserted itself quickly inside of my mouth. He kept on driving it with ringing, thunderous assertiveness. While his sharp stick kept on grinding and twisting ever so deeply inside of my mouth, he reached down and ran his fingers up and down my back.
"Ahhh, this is quite a nice fuck," he laughed. "Ohhh, I'm gonna be off inside your mouth. This is my kind of screwing. This is a fuck, a beautiful fuck, a great screw."
He kept peppering away with his hard, fluid-ridden organ. He attacked me solidly with it, driving it into the base of my throat, then finally commencing to gush inside of my mouth.
His jet-propelled ass cheeks kept on twisting as Charlie watched the stirring droplets of his thick, white semen continue to splash from the end of his hard, diligent organ and into my mouth.
When Charlie removed his cock from my mouth, he reached down and moved his fingers against his cock. He pressed and tugged with his fingers a few times, then looked down at my waiting vagina, which he was ready to drive his dick into next.
"Ahhh, here I go," he said. "This is gonna be some fuck. Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck you real nice."
Charlie hurled his cock forward, letting it make its initial sharp impact inside of my pussy. My whole body ground back and forth and my pussy muscles tightened as I did everything I could to contribute to the overall sensations that he was receiving from his solid cunt fucking.
He let his fingers caress my thighs as he worked his cock feverishly, slashing it deep inside of my hot mound as he pushed that much nearer.
All it took was a little friction and I was ready to juice again. I just couldn't take any more of his quick, assertive strokes without having to juice.
"Ohhh, ahhh, here we go," I said. "Baby, ohhh, keep on fucking me. Yes, keep sliding your pole inside of my mound. Ohhh, do I love it."
When I had gotten off, Charlie had propelled himself all the way to the verge of an orgasm. I could hear from his heavy gasps just how closely he had moved to that point.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm off," he finally announced. "Ohhh, it's all shooting out. What a nice feeling. Damned, ohhh, this is fucking, ohhh, hot, great fucking."
When he removed his hot prick from my mound, he looked down at my pussy once more. Again he was ready to drive his stimulating stick inside of my pussy until all of the juices shot from it once more.
He heaved a sigh, then got right back into the thick of things, his thundering cock asserting itself sharply and boldly as he pressed and slashed with it inside of my mound.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm gonna be off," he said. "Oooooh, when I'm around you, ohhh, I can't stop fucking."
His smoldering cock kept on driving inside of my raging pussy. I shot my juices once again, heaving a deep sigh. A few strokes later, he was all ready to explode.
"Ohhh, look out, look out," he said. "Ohhh, I'm off again. Damned, ohhh, what fucking. Ahhh, what a cunt you've got. What a gorgeous cunt."
After the session on the rug ended, my dear friend had a suggestion for me.
"You don't have to go out into the cold night," he said. "You're welcome to stay here. How does that grab you?"
"Well, I think that would be good," I said. "I just hope I won't be in your way."
"You'll always be in my way, at least your cunt will," he laughed. "If ll always be getting in the way of my long prick.""
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Since I had had such vigorous exercise the night before, I naturally had a very good sleep that evening.
I awakened with Charlie's fingers clutching against my hot butt. He kept on pinching at them, and then finally I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Boy, you're some kind of screwing artist," I said. "I really can't get over you. It's like you're perpetually on vitamins."
"I'm on top of the world," Charlie said, "as long as I've got somebody gorgeous to fuck with."
He removed his fingers from my buttocks, then slipped his right middle finger toward my ass-hole. Pretty soon he had sufficiently ignited sparks inside of my anus through his quick, twisting finger stabs. The more rapidly that he slid his finger inside of my ass-hole, the quicker that my entire body moved as I twisted my legs back and forth, reacting to his quick, asserting finger strokes.
"Ohhh, finger my ass," I said. "Do whatever you want. Ohhh, baby, can you ever fuck."
His quick, decisive finger fucking continued for a little while longer. When he released his finger from my ass-hole, he reached out and made a grab for my legs. He shoved my legs upward and over his shoulders. By then he was ready to launch into some spirited, decisive activity. Charlie wanted to unleash his quick, energetic cock inside of my ass-hole until all of the juices had shot from the end of his long, responsive tool.
"I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you," Charlie said. "Ohhh, what an ass you have."
Pretty soon he had commenced to sink his steady and swollen member inside of my ass-hole. It was incredible the way that that guy permanently seemed to have a hard-on, at least around me. His long tool kept on moving, slashing forward, driving as it made its way up between my buns and into my ass-hole.
"Ahhh, I'll be off soon," he said. "You can't beat this kind of fun. Ooooh, ohhh, what screwing."
His stiff, penetrating dagger kept on slashing as he worked it that much deeper and more intensely inside of my receptive ass-hole. A few hot, commanding strokes later, the juices were all set to thunder from the end of his long, ever-so-ignited pole, which was ready for anything.
"Ahhh, what an ass," he said.
His fingers curled around my buttocks as he held on tightly, watching the fervent droplets of his flaming phallus fluid as it shot out of the end of his stiff dagger and into my ass-hole.
"Ohhh, did you ever fuck me," I said. "Honey, what a screw you are."
Charlie decided to go right back to work. As a matter-of-fact, he never even took the trouble to release his cock from my ass-hole after that first orgasm. Instead, he was set to launch into another wild episode of fucking, when he would slash with his flaming peter inside of my ass-hole until all of the juices had sprayed from the end of his solid instrument.
His swift, decisive stick poured its way drivingly inside of my anal passage. He kept on hammering sharply, rutting with hit hot, volcanic organ, sliding and slashing with it as he pushed it ever deeper into my ass-hole.
"Come on, keep up the fucking," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, what a way to wake up in the morning."
"What a great early-morning exercise," he laughed. "It sure as hell beats jogging, skiing, or anything."
His fingers reached out and began to slap against my buttocks. All the while his thundering, torpedo-like rod continued to connect as it worked its way up my ass-hole. A few stirring, devastating peter thrusts later, the juices all started to pour from the end of his hot member and into my ass-hole.
When Charlie removed his cock from my ass slit, he jumped up and began to walk briskly into the bathroom.
"Let's take a shower," he told me.
Once that we got inside of the shower together, Charlie had all kinds of stimulating activity that he wanted to engage in and enjoy with me.
He reached out and grabbed a bar of soap, letting it probe its way inside of my ass-hole. The quicker that he shoved the soap high and deep inside of my ever-so-receptive anus, the more eagerly that my hips would thresh back and forth.
"I like that, ohhh, I love the motion," I said. "Baby, ohhh, this is so nice. Ooooh, ohhh, I love it."
He kept on connecting with the soap, driving it solidly and eagerly as it slashed inside of my ass-hole. The quicker that he moved it, the more excited that my mound became.
"Damned, my cunt's itching," I told him.
When Charlie removed the soap abruptly from my ass-hole, he then let it go to work inside of my wet, determined cunt. I watched as the soap suds began to accumulate around my hairy mound. The faster that he created friction with the soap, the more eagerly that I responded to all of his decisive activity.
When he removed the soap from my snatch, he reached inside of my vagina with his right hand. His fingers moved quickly as he let them detonate my pussy.
"Ohhh, keep it going," I said. "Come on, drive your fingers inside me. Ohhh, you'll have me off."
A few hot strokes later, the juices did begin to shoot from my snatch.
When he removed his fingers from my organ, he handed me the soap.
"Just jerk on my cock with the soap," he said. "I want to feel it when you run it up and down my prick."
Charlie wasn't all that eager for me to move the soap along his cock for very long, since he knew that that would push him to the brink of orgasm in no time. He kept up his fervent activity, grinding with the soap, driving it up and down the full length of his long stick.
When I finally removed it from his cock, he took it back again. This time he gave me a quick jolt by reaching out with it and letting it drive up between my hot buns.
"Ooooh, you're really goosing me," I said. "I like that. Ohhh, ahhh, that's good."
He kept it up for a little while longer, then finally released the soap from my ass-hole. A few moments later we were out of the shower, ready to go back into the bedroom.
We threw ourselves down on the bed, preparing to drive our tongues at a great clip. As we threw our bodies across from one another, we pushed our tongues forward, letting them manipulate against each other's hot, determined organ.
The faster that we let our slashing tongues go to work, the more quickly that we pushed each other to the state of climax.
Our fervent tongues kept on working sharply. All the while we were driving ourselves ever nearer to that intriguing moment when all of the juices would flow.
I absolutely couldn't withstand any more of that kind of wild pace. As his tongue kept slicing against my vagina, the juices finally started to spray from my pussy and into his mouth.
He swallowed every delectable drop of my orgasmic fluid, then prepared to unleash an onslaught of his own stored-up load inside of my mouth as I kept on sucking his steaming pecker.
A few strokes later, he was off, the thick, white fluids of her fervent pecker juice spraying ever so voluminously out of the end of his hot tool and into my mouth.
When the sixty-nine ended, Charlie jumped up promptly from the bed.
"Let's have breakfast," he said.
I figured that once breakfast had ended, we would get dressed and go to work. But Charlie had other ideas. He figured that we could hump some more.
"Sit on top of the table," he said, after clearing away the breakfast dishes.
"You've got to be nuts," I replied.
"What's that got to do with it?" he grinned. "Whether I'm nuts or not, I know that I want a wild fuck. That's what I'm gonna get and I'm gonna get it right now."
His fingers reached out and stirringly began to assert themselves against my pussy. Charlie touched my love button a few times and that caused my whole body to quiver as I sat there on top of the table.
If ever I had been in the presence of a Bex maniac, I was with one at that moment with Charlie. My whole body vibrated with every touch that he supplied, and after he had finished fingering my mound, Charlie was set to drive his quick, solid tool forward inside of my snatch.
"Come on, Charlie, I guess you might as well do it again," I said. "I don't know what keeps you going. But come on, honey, really screw me. Ohhh, fuck me."
Charlie's hard, sturdy instrument made its way quickly inside of my twisting vagina. I kept bouncing up on top of the table, heaving deep sighs as Charlie slashed with his cock, letting it pole-axe its way ever deeper into my vagina as he pushed himself that much closer toward yet another beautiful and illuminating orgasm.
The swifter that he fervently asserted his sizable stick deep inside my receptive twat, the closer that he moved to his objective. Finally I could not withstand any more of that kind of wild, captivating action. The juices started to shoot from my pussy. As my hips kept rocking, his thundering member continued to drive forward, slashing with great brilliance as he pushed his way that much closer to a magnificent climax.
"Ohhh, I'm about off," he said. "Ooooh, ahhh, what fucking. Come on, keep bouncing up and down on that table. I like to fuck in different ways, in kinky, wild ways. Ooooh, ohhh, this is it."
As his body trembled, Charlie reached down and grabbed at my thighs. He held on tightly, then heaved one last deep gasp as his wiggling body pushed forward one more time. His sinking, thundering dick kept on driving its way inside of my pussy as the droplets of his volcanic fluid shot from the end of his hot dick and into my mound.
When all of his juices had shot, I looked down as he pointed toward his cock. Then he looked at me and smiled.
"Get down there on the floor," Charlie said. "Let's do it one more time before we get ready for work. Suck my cock."
"I can sure see why you're not married," I said. "What do you mean?"
"Who the hell could ever keep up with your pace?"
"That's true. Maybe that's why I have all kinds of different chicks. I'm the kind of guy who isn't oversexed. I'm just a maniac. Oversexed isn't stating the case strongly enough."
"That's for sure."
"But enough of that kind of talk," he laughed. "Let's get into the fucking, honey. I really want to enjoy it. I want to have a great screw."
I drooped down to my knees, then reached up and began to squeeze at his ball sac. The longer that my fingers clutched at his warm, hairy testicles, the more that they began to bulge. I could see just how much more excited he was becoming with each and every quick, pressing stab that I asserted with my solid fingers.
Charlie's body began to twitch with every quick, forceful massage stroke that I supplied with my fingers. When I figured that he'd had enough of that type of activity, I removed my fingers from his balls and let them begin to slide up and down his turgid, explosive organ, which was ever so ready to spill its juices inside of my mouth one more time.
He was such an incredible specimen that I was determined to give him the best that I could possibly provide. And that's just what I gave him that morning. I fingered his balls and cock, and then I quickly brought my tongue down over his torrid spear, sucking and slurping at his stick until he gushed another load. I loved the taste of his cum as I gobbled down every gushing droplet of his steaming load.
"Ahhh, baby," Charlie gasped, "what a suck that was. What a cock sucker you are. You know just how to give a guy a great cock suck."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I naturally was as sore as hell that day at work following all of the wild fucking that my dear friend Charlie had provided for me.
My cunt was sore and my ass-hole was sore, but nonetheless, I made the most of it and finished my day with a lesson with Don.
I could tell that Don was a little morose, and I couldn't get over it. Several times I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't say anything.
Finally when the lesson came to an end, he suggested that we go to my cabin, so that he could talk with me.
When we arrived at the cabin, I asked him if he wanted something to drink. He shook his head gravely, then began to speak.
"There's something I have to tell you, Grace," he began. "This was my last lesson with you today."
"What do you mean, Don?" I asked. "Have I done something to offend you?"
"Of course not. You've been just great," Don said, beginning to sob.
"Then what is it? Please, tell me. I want to know."
"I'm going to be moving with my folks. They're gonna be moving to San Bernardino for good. My dad got a job transfer."
"I'm so sorry. You mean, I won't be seeing you again?"
"No, I guess not."
"I'm so sorry. We've had a beautiful relationship together."
"I know we have. Well, it was really hard to say good-bye, but now that I said it, I guess I'd better be going."
Just as Don was about to get up from his chair, I instinctively made a move. Propelling my body forward, I landed on my knees, then reached and made a grab for his zipper. I tugged downward at it, pulling it down, then reaching out and grabbing hold of his cock.
My fingers ever so sturdily made their way up and down Don's cock. At first it had been limp, since he had been upset over having to tell me good-bye. But as my fingers kept pressing and pushing against his hard, responsive organ, his whole body responded.
"Ohhh, I like that so much," he said. "You can always excite me, Grace. Ohhh, do I love it."
My fingers kept on working up and down his thick, bulging tool. As they did, I also set my sights on his balls. My tongue tickled them in ever so tingly a fashion, working from side to side in a swirling whirlpool of ecstasy.
Once that Don's body began to twist back and forth, I knew just how much headway I was making with my quick, emphatic tongue strokes and my ever so assertive finger stabs. The faster that my fingers worked up and down his hard, bulging peter, the more rapidly that my tongue would employ itself with swift, determined accuracy as it gripped against his balls.
Before Don even had to say anything, I knew when to slide my tongue against his steaming dick. Even though I was crying on the inside over the fact that I wouldn't be able to fuck him again, I was determined to give Don one last beautiful lesson, something to truly remember me by, a great fuck that would make me stand out in his mind as long as he lived and no matter how many different women he screwed.
My tongue worked with steaming desire as it slashed up and down Don's hot, assertive pole. The swifter that my tongue drove as it made its way up and down his captivating spear, the closer that I moved him to the state of a glorious and thunderous climax. I wanted his every ecstatic drop of pecker juice that would spray from the end of his rangy cock.
"Ohhh, just suck me," Don cried out. "Baby, ohhh, Grace, honey, drive your tongue up and down my prick. Come on and suck me off. It's so good. Ohhh, your tongue is so nice. I like the way it's driving. I like the way you're pumping it up and down my dick."
While my tongue kept up its sweltering activity against his hard, grinding organ, I moved my fingers against his balls. Every now and then I would reach out and squeeze them good and hard, and whenever I would resort to that course of action, his whole body would move back and forth in uninhibited, swirling desire.
Several quick, jolting tongue strokes later, the juices were about to shoot from the end of his hot stick. At long last I then began to feel the first few drops, only a prelude to what would follow.
His cock lunged instinctively forward, and at that point the hot, lengthy droplets of his stirring semen began to spray ever so volcanically from the end of his peter and into my mouth.
"Come on, swallow all of it," he sighed. "Go get every drop. Ohhh, ahhh, suck it out of me. Yeah, suck it, baby."
When he removed his prick from my tongue, I decided I needed to have him fuck my mound. He watched as I quickly wiggled my way out of my clothes, then dropped my panties down my legs.
My legs twitched as I moved my buttocks back and forth, showing him my eager, desire-filled cunt, which I wanted him to explode his stored-up juices inside of.
"Come on," I sighed breathlessly. "Baby, come on and get me. Just poke inside of my pussy with your hot tool. Baby, come on, you've got to grind it inside of my snatch. Oooooh, you can fuck me. You know how to do it. Ohhh, stroke, ohhh, fuck my mound."
While my body began methodically wiggling, my lover reached out and pushed his probing peter forward.
I observed the way that his legs and hands were trembling. Even though he still had what amounted to a very sad expression on his face, I could tell that he was agitated enough to want to get his rocks off inside of my gooey nest.
"Darling, fuck me," I begged. "I need it from you. Ohhh, you're so good. You're always such a great screw. Baby doll, ohhh, you've got to slash it inside of me.
He looked down at my wiggling butt once more, then reached out and grabbed it. While his fingers held on, probing sharply against my ass cheeks, he moved his hot, flexible tool forward, letting his prick slice its way inside of my snatch.
His hot, dagger-like organ worked ever so quickly as he moved it inside of me. The faster that he drove his hot, flailing pole inside of my vagina, the closer that he worked his way to the state of a wild and blistering orgasm, when all of the stirring cream would spill from out of the end of his grinding stick.
"Ohhh, come on and fuck me," I sighed. "Baby, ohhh, do you have a nice cock. Baby, blast hard with your pecker. Ooooh, slice it inside of me."
His hard, earnest peter continued to gracefully slash its way inside of my snatch. The faster that he moved it, the closer that he pushed me toward a beautiful orgasm of my own. Pretty soon the juices started to spray from my pussy, and once that happened, that provided my lover with even more in the way of incentive to get his own rocks off.
I loved hearing the sounds of his heavy, volcanic breathing as he pushed his steadily driving dick that much deeper inside of my wet box. A few well-timed strokes later, he could hold on no longer. The juices just had to pour from the end of his hot, assertive dick and into my pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm off," he sighed. "Ooooh, ohhh, baby, what a great fuck."
When the screw ended, my beautiful teenage lover began to put on his clothes. He broke down in tears as he looked at me.
"I'm so sorry," Don said.
"So am I, dear. Are you gonna continue to take skiing lessons?"
"I don't know," he shook his head.
"Keep it up. You were doing so well at it. I just wish you could keep on taking them from me right here."
Don turned his head for a few moments, then fastened his eyes on me.
"I hate to say this, but my folks are pretty skeptical," he said. "I think that they might suspect there's something going on between us. It's nothing that they can prove, but they're skeptical."
My heart sank.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"They've said a few things to me about it."
"like what?"
"They were just talking about how they can see that I have been so tired when I came home, and there were just certain things that they sensed. I got jumpy and all. My mother said that there was something going on between me and somebody, and she pinpointed it to the times when I was gone. So she wondered about the ski lessons and all, since I'm gone for quite awhile then."
"Have you said anything?"
"I never would," he assured me. "I don't know. It's just that I felt under such great tension."
"I'm sorry I made you feel so tense."
"It's not your fault."
"It is in one sense. I was responsible for getting you started."
"Yeah, but I never had to go along with it," he said.
"But I made it all look pretty enticing. I've got a lot of appeal, and once that I really put my mind to something, I can often get my way. I really wish you the best, Don, and I can see now that as much as it hurts, it's all for the best that we won't be seeing each other again."
"Maybe that's true," he said. "I'd sure hate to see you get in trouble over me."
"I feel the other way around about it," I smiled tenderly. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you because of something that I did when I got carried away."
We exchanged one last, tender kiss, after which Don left. I went to bed immediately and cried most of the rest of the night.
For the next several days I was brooding so badly about Don that I didn't want to even think about sex with anybody else. My friend Tom propositioned me after one lesson, but I lied to him and told him that I had to go someplace, which I really didn't. As a matter-of-fact, I was intending to go straight home.
The one thing that really began to concern me, along with the fact that I was still brooding about Don, was that I stopped seeing Charlie around. One afternoon I asked one of the other ski instructors about him. This tough, gray-haired man by the name of Mike looked at me with surprise.
"You mean, you never heard?" Mike asked with disbelief.
"No, what happened?"
"He got fired last week," Mike said, "and the son-of-a-bitch really deserved it. I heard that Mr. Downs really read him the riot act."
"Why did Mr. Downs fire him?"
"He was having an affair with one of his students, and it was a married woman," Mike said. "This man, the husband, that is, was becoming very suspicious about what was going on. He couldn't understand just what was happening, and so he finally just approached his wife on it one night. Right out of the clear blue sky. He told her that she'd better level with him, because he'd lived with her for a long time and he knew enough about her mannerisms to tell when she was leveling and she wasn't. As a matter-of-fact, that was how he was able to tell there was something wrong in the first place."
"So she leveled with him about everything?"
"Not right away," Mike said. "It took quite a bit of talking before she finally did level. She was in tears by the end of the whole thing, and so was the husband. He went right over to Charlie's place and told him off but good. Charlie tried to calm the guy down. Can you imagine. He even had enough nerve to ask him if he wanted a drink. The guy left and then went to see Mr. Downs. After that the roof really caved in."
"So where did Charlie go?" I asked.
"Who the hell knows," Mike shrugged. "Who cares? All I know is one thing. Wherever he goes, he'll make trouble. That's the kind of a son-of-a-bitch he is."
As Mike skied away, I realized that I had to change my course of action. Yes, as much as it would hurt me, I would have to tell Tom that we couldn't ever have sex again. I was going to have to hold my emotions in check before I would up like Charlie.
