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Chapter 4

Word of Charlene's break-up with Sal spread quickly. But there was no sudden flood of interest from other boys. For one thing, examinations were starting and at Charlene's school, examinations were taken seriously.

For another thing, Sal was a popular guy in the school. No one wanted to hurt his feelings by leaping on her as soon as she'd put him off.

And finally, there was that problem which had plagued Charlene in her relations with the opposite sex for long years.

Charlene herself.

Charlene's stunning good looks and her somehow aloof aura literally scared off most of the boys her own age. To be sure, there were always guys who came up to her on the street and made blunt suggestions.

"Hey ba-bee! How'd you like to get your pussy sucked, sweet tits?"

She ignored the man in the hardhat standing knee-deep in a street excavation and kept right on walking. Sure, there were guys that came on to her. But they always came on to her like animals.

Too bad, too; he was kind of cute.

No, what Charlene was looking for was a man. Not a fumbling, uncertain boy, not an inexperienced kid, not some muscle-headed bimbo whose most suave approach was to follow her down the street making slurping and sucking sounds – but a man.

Like her mother's man.

Derek knows how to treat a woman right. She remembered what she'd seen through the partially opened bedroom door the week before.

Yes, like that.

She stopped into the pharmacy and picked up her prescription for birth control pills, then boarded the subway for home. She tried to push her social thoughts aside and psych herself up for the examinations to come. She had to hit the books and hit them hard.

At Charlene's school, examinations were taken seriously.

Her mother called her at five.

"Hi, Charly."

"Oh – hi, Mom."

"What's wrong, baby, having a bad time with the books?"

She wanted to tell her mother what was really wrong. She wanted to say, No, Mom, not the books – the boys. Too many boys, Mom, and not enough men. Not enough men with hot, knowing hands and talented, expert tongue and long, thick, hard cocks and the moves to use those cocks.

She caught herself, stopped that line of thought. What's wrong with me? I'm turning into some kind of nymphomaniac or something!

"Ahhh, you know how it is, Mom. Hate to be tied down to these dry old books." And mentally, she added: Especially when I'm sitting in such wet pants.

"Stick with it a little longer, Charly. Pretty soon it'll be vacation time. When you come back from visiting your father we'll go away for a couple of weeks."

"Sure, Mom. I'm just a little down."

"Well, I'm going to be late tonight."

"Big date with Derek, huh?"

Her mother's chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting predictable, huh?"

"You bet. But that isn't all bad. He seems like a nice guy." Meaning: He knows how to make a woman glad she's a woman.

"Um-hm. Well, don't you stay up too late with those books. You have to be fresh and alert for your tests tomorrow."

"Don't worry. Have a good time, Mom."

"Thanks, Charly."

Yes, indeed, her mother was going to get her share that night. But not Charly.

Damn!

She opened her math book and set to studying, assuring herself that she'd make up for the lost time and fun after exams.

"Time to get up, Charly!"

As always, her mother's voice was brisk and happy. Charlene opened her eyes and stretched her arms high over her head, savoring the feel of her bare breasts moving with her action.

"Are you awake, Charly?"

"Sure, Mom." She glanced over at the clock, feeling well rested and lazy.

It was nearly eight.

"Holy – hey, Mom -"

"I let you sleep. You don't have any exams till noon today. I'm going, now. Have a good day and don't worry – you know your stuff."

"Bye."

She got up and washed her face, then pulled on a light dressing gown. It was long and loose and feathery.

Charlene went down the stairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then sat down and stared out the window. There was the familiar older couple, taking breakfast on the terrace of their apartment and reading their newspapers.

And then she heard a sound.

Derek!

The sound was unmistakable: someone tossing on a bed.

So he's finally sleeping over. Wondered how much longer it would be.

The kettle boiled and she made herself a cup of coffee. She thought about her exam and how well prepared she knew she was for it. She thought about swimming at the health club after school. She thought about the visit to her father's that would come in a few weeks.

But no matter what she thought about, her thoughts always seemed to return to the same thing:

Derek.

And whenever her thoughts returned to him, she found herself with two vivid mental images. One was of Derek hovering above her mother as Charlene had seen them in the bedroom that night, with his hard, thick cock glistening with the secretions of her mother's pussy, plunging and diving, pumping up and down, in and out, stretching the wall's of her mother's cunt and – Stop it! she ordered herself.

But mixed in with that was another mental image, this one of Derek's lean, taut body naked in her mother's bedroom, gently undulating on the waterbed… naked, with his prick long and limber and lying limply along his strongly muscled thigh.

She tried to force that thought from her mind as well.

Exams today, she told herself with noble resolve. Exams – I wonder if he's got a hard-on?

She felt the familiar ache in her nipples, glanced down and confirmed with her eyes what her senses had already told her: they were stiff, swollen with blood. They stood out, clearly limned against the fabric of the dressing gown. And between her legs, her pussy was starting to throb with warmth. The tight little tunnel of her cunt was rapidly soaking with aroused juices.

Without consciously thinking about it, she raised one hand to her breasts and rubbed her palm across her nipples. She pressed hard, trying to massage the ache from them. She succeeded only in heightening the urge growing between her nubile hips.

I wonder if he does have a hard-on? It couldn't hurt to peek in and look – just look, could it? Of course not. No one would have to know.

She pushed back the chair and stood, the dressing gown moving with quiet sibilance against her smooth flesh.

She strode gracefully down the hall, leas lone and smooth beneath the dressing gown. She could feel the silky fabric moving across her buttocks with each step, moving like a feathery caress over her soft skin, arousing her still more.

It can't hurt just to look and see, she told herself.

She paused outside the door to her mother's bedroom. Her breasts heaved, drawing the material tighter about the luscious swellings of creamy tit-flesh, pulling the fabric back and forth over her stiffened nipples and causing the ache in them to grow almost unbearable in its intensity.

It can't hurt just to look.

She gripped the doorknob tightly, turned it carefully. The door swung ever so slowly inward, opening wider. She peeked through, found she could see his reflection in the mirror on the dresser, just as she had seen…

… Derek and her mother, locked together, joined by the fleshy pole of his hard cock, pumping up and down and in and out, faster and faster, her mother's labia drawn tight about his shaft and his prick itself gleaming in the dim light flooding through the window behind the bed, her mother's legs jerking and kicking high about him as she reached for yet another…

But that wasn't good enough. She wanted to look directly on it. That was important. That made a difference.

It can't hurt just to look.

She pushed the door open still wider and stepped into the bedroom.

He was naked on the bed – but his back was to her.

No – no – that's enough. It isn't meant to be.

But it can't hurt just to look.

She moved quietly, silently, across the plush white carpeting to the side of the waterbed. She was standing over him, daring to breath but little more. She looked down at his nakedness.

And saw it.

So that's what it looks like.

To Charlene, it was as though she were looking at a disembodied penis. Her eyes saw nothing else except his genitals. She stared at it, focused on it, examined it, took it in. His cock was long and limber and lean, just as she'd imagined. She'd half-hoped that he'd have a piss hard-on or an erection from a hot dream, but, she figured, her mother had probably drained him dry.

I would have.

She scrutinized his prick. It was almost as long, limp, as Sal's was hard. It wasn't particularly thick. There was a single large vein twisting slowly about the side to the underpart of the shaft, wending its way from just behind the smooth, meaty glans to disappear into his hirsute pubic rug.

She finally took her eyes from his penis, then – only to gaze at his balls. They were partially hidden by his position, but what she could see gave her plenty to look at.

His balls were a little bigger than Sal's, too – but there was something about them, something about the way the flesh of his scrotum wrinkled, something about the long, twisting hairs growing out of it, that literally screamed virility at her. She imagined those big balls producing semen, lots of it, gobs of it – and she imagined his balls jerking and jumping inside the tightened flesh of his scrotum as he came, sending hot spurts of creamy jism burning home inside a cunt.

She imagined it firing into her cunt.

And as she imagined it, her arousal increased.

Charlene felt the throbbing in her nipples as clearly as if it were for the first time, the yearning in her cunt returning with a vengeance to remind her of how unsatisfied she was. She rubbed the lips of her lightly haired slit through the dressing gown. She felt the fabric dampen, then become sodden beneath her fingers, then raised her hand to her nose and sniffed it. The odor of her own aroused sex turned her on even more and she returned the hand to its task. Again and again, the lips of her pussy were drawn tight against her protruding clitoris, sending thrills of excitement through her.

She suddenly realized that she was going to come if she continued.

She stared hard at his prick, imagining it pumping in and out of her own pussy, reaming out her own cunt – but such fantasizing was partially defeated by the fact that his cock was soft. It was difficult for her to imagine enjoying getting fucked with a limp cock.

What if I – touched it?

She knew, in the back of her mind, that touching his prick would be dangerous. For all she knew, he'd awaken – and how would she explain that to her mother?

But then another thought came to her: certainly her mother played with his cock while he slept. And she guessed that it wouldn't take much of a touch to make his dick stiffen and – Still rubbing her cunt through her dressing gown, Charlene leaned forward. Her breasts hung, full and ripe and firm against the fabric. Looking down the open neckline, she could see her thrusting tits all the way to the nipples. She could feel their weight as they swung slightly forward.

She put one hand out and very v-e-r-y carefully touched the tip of her forefinger to the soft flesh halfway down his shaft. Immediately, his dick jerked.

She snatched her hand back and watched. His cock swelled a little bit – but not fully.

All that with just one finger.

Again, she put out the hand. Again, as her finger came into contact with his penis she felt a shock of excitement course through her, as if along some magical conduit leading directly from her fingertip to her quim. And again, his cock jerked and swelled, though this time the growth was a bit slower.

Charlene paused, holding her breath, waiting to spot the slightest indication that he was awakening from his slumber. But as near as she could tell, he hadn't even noticed her toying with his cock.

She became more daring.

Now Charlene reached out and actually gripped the slight swelling of his cock just behind the depressed ring in the shaft under the glans with her thumb and forefinger. She could feel the urgent pulsations of blood through his prick as its swelling slowly resumed until, finally, Derek's dong was at full, raging erection.

Now that's a man's penis! she thought excitedly as her two-fingered grip moved very lightly up and down, back and forth a quarter of an inch at a time over his dick flesh. His cock stood up and away from his groin and his thighs, hard and reddish-brown, the glans looking swollen and virile. Slowly, she curled the other fingers of her hand about the throbbing length of rigid meat. Her grip was still restrained and light, but the excitement coursing through her veins was growing still more intense.

She stood there, one hand wrapped around her mother's lover's cock and the other thrust between her legs, massaging her swollen pussy lips through the filmy fabric of her dressing gown, bent over the waterbed. Her nipples were stiffened and aching with hot blood, yearning for a man's lips to suck them, a man's fingers to tweak them, a man's hands to fondle them, a man's mouth to suck them.

She pressed upward with the hand between her legs, urging herself closer to the orgasmic peak she felt rising within her lovely, nubile body. Harder, faster, closer – and then she was clutching at his rigid dick fiercely, no longer thinking of the dangers of the moment and what she was doing.

When he suddenly groaned and shifted on the bed.

Charlene froze, suddenly too frightened to do more than just stand there.

Derek rolled over onto his back on the bed beneath her.

Charlene didn't even have the presence of mind – or perhaps the will – to remove her cock-gripping hand… or so much as loosen her clutching grip.

"Cripes, Liz," Derek groaned, calling her by her mother's name, his eyes still closed, "don't stop, now. Suck my cock a little."

She swallowed, nervous. Suck him?

Charlene was indecisive, uncertain. If she went down on him -something she'd never done with a man before – he was guaranteed to awaken. On the other hand, if she didn't, he might awaken anyhow.

Either way, it meant trouble.

She began moving her fingers up and down over Derek's formidable meat again, hoping perhaps to whack him off and thus relieve the pressure in the man's big, hairy balls. He might roll over and go back to sleep again. He still wasn't fully awake.

Her hand quickened on his cock. Derek's hips were beginning to shift uncomfortably with her movement and she began to hope she might actually see his semen jolting from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, that she might even be able to – "Charlene!"

At the sound of his agonized, amazed voice pronouncing her name, Charlene jerked away from him and started backing across the room. Almost as an afterthought, she pulled her hand from between her legs.

But it was too late. His eyes were wide open – and fixed on her.

"I, uh, well – " she began, words stumbling out between suddenly dry lips. Abruptly, she turned and reached for the door.

"No! Don't go!" Derek's voice whipped at her, turned her towards him almost against her will. She looked at him, unable to keep her eyes from the iron-hard bar of cock flesh rising from his groin.

"Come over here, Charlene," he said quietly, commandingly.

As she half-stumbled towards him, barely breathing, his eyes caressed her delicious body through her diaphanous dressing gown. She approached him and he held out one hand towards her.

She watched her own trembling hand reach out, saw his fingers close on hers. He drew her gently closer till she stood beside the bed, looking down at him, her eyes as before seeing only his cock in all of its raging, swollen glory.

"Why did you stop?" he asked hoarsely. "That's not very nice, you know." As he spoke, he led her hand down, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her fingers brushed his thick pubic mat, then the flesh of his thigh – and finally touched his prick. She could feel the heat of his cock, the pulsing power in it.

"That would be prick-teasing," he said, his eyes on hers – and her eyes following the all but automatic movements of her fingers on his prick as he released her hand. "You wouldn't want to be a prick-teaser, now, would you?" he asked.

"No," she breathed, the word barely audible. She couldn't seem to concentrate on what he was saying, on what she was saying. Her thoughts would only focus on the ferociously swollen prick her hand was caressing and mauling and exploring at the juncture of his thighs.

His hand came up along her leg, lifting the dressing gown above her knees, to her thighs, his calloused fingers moving across the incredibly smooth, sleek flesh of her legs even as the fabric rose to expose them like a curtain being raised.

His hand was scant inches from the meeting point of her legs and the moist grotto between when he pulled it away. The dressing gown fell back into place. His hand moved over her again, this time molding her thighs through the fabric as it moved higher. His fingers were gentle yet firm as they found and softened the flare of her nubile hips, then measured the indentation of her slender waist. His hand roamed to her belly, so taut and flat, heaving with the arousal and promise of what was to come. She felt his touch, dampened and yet intensified at the same time as he ran his splayed fingers and palm upward. Easily, without dense transition, his hand was covering her left breast, savoring the full thrust of the firm mound of flesh. Her nipple was pebble hard. He rubbed his palm over it, slowly moving his hand over the spike point of turgid flesh in circling movements that whipped her lusts ever higher, ever hotter.

His fingers closed on her superbly developed tit even as her fingers tightened about his prick.

"Take it off," he told her.

"Yes," she murmured, eyes half-closed, but still fixed on his cock. She felt the potent, male strength of him through her prick-jerking fingers even as her free hand came up and loosened the drawstrings at the neckline of the dressing gown.

Derek's fingers moved between the heaving mounds of her breasts, gathering the material of the dressing gown. The dressing gown shifted, the opened neckline spreading wider. Her shoulders were bared, the glowing flesh exposed. The material was drawn lower. Her upper arms came into view, then the uppermost swells of her creamy breasts.

With a sudden movement of his hand, Derek drew the dressing gown down, exposing her upper body to her waist. Gently, he took her cockgripping hand in his fingers and removed it, then again drew the dressing gown down.

This time it fell freely from her luscious body, puddling about her ankles.

She stood naked, fully revealed to him.

"You're beautiful," he rasped, voice reverent. "Just beautiful."

His eyes took in her loveliness. Her flesh seemed to glow with her arousal, the normally luminescent quality of her complexion heightened by her lust. Her breasts, so large and firm, precociously developed yet taut with her youth, heaved rapidly, capped by her stiffened nipples. Her breasts were rounded in their form, and the sleek, smooth, swelling undercurves demanded to be kissed and laved.

Derek sat up on the bed, leaned his head at a sharp angle and licked his tongue along the perfect lower curves of her breasts.

Charlene shuddered at the fiery touch of his slick oral muscle. Her hand moved over his hard-muscled body, seeking his cock once again as she bent at the waist. The exercise-tightened muscles rippled sinuously over her belly and abdomen and Derek opened his mouth to suck one vibrant nipple inside.

Charlene moaned at the sensation. His lips concaved as he sucked. She felt his tongue flickering back and forth across the stiffened spike of blood-engorged flesh. Charlene brought her free hand up over the back of his neck and her fingers tangled into his dark hair, forcing his mouth forward, forcing more of her delectable breast into his avidly working mouth.

Derek brought both hands up to grip her tits. They filled his hands completely and more. He squeezed them carefully, testing the firm resilience of the wondrous mounds of flesh. Charlene's knees seemed to become rubbery beneath her as Derek pulled his head back. He pressed both of the creamy hillocks of tit flesh together and then took bath of her protuberant nipples into his lips at once.

"Oh, yes, yes, do that" Charlene hissed excitedly.

He lavished his oral attentions on both breasts for long moments, then released them. His hands went about her slim waist and drew her towards him. Derek shifted on the bed till he was sitting on its edge, his feet flat on the floor and Charlene standing between them. His mouth went lower on her, his lips pressing softly to her stomach and abdomen.

She shivered as his hands slipped down over the small of her back to cover her pert, firmly molded ass cheeks. His fingers dug into them, parted the hillocks of spongy flesh and forced her hips forward.

"With that lovely hair," he muttered against her abdomen, meaning the strands lightly furring her pubic mound and pussy, "it looks like you're on fire down there."

She was.

Charlene mouthed silent obscenities as she felt his chin nuzzle her aggressively thrusting pubis. His hands worked below her ass, down to her firm, quivering thighs. Derek let himself slip lower, slouching on the edge of the waterbed as he drew her legs still wider apart and forced her forward over him.

"I want to eat your pussy, Charlene," he breathed against the sensitive flesh of her upper, inner left thigh.

The touch of his lips there, so close to her slavering little pussy, sent a spasm of anticipatory tension rushing through her overheated form. Charlene thought she'd go out of her mind with the want of that intimate oral caress. Just the idea of having a man use his mouth on her cunt, on her labia, on her clitoris drove her into paroxysms of want. But the thought of having such a knowing and experienced man as Derek to do it -!

"Yes," she managed to whisper, "yes, do it, do it – suck it!"

She needn't have wasted her breath; he was going to get a mouthful of her delicious nooky if it was the last thing he did.

Her shins hit the edge of the waterbed frame. He kept pulling her forward. Her knees buckled. She knelt on the undulating surface of the waterbed, her legs straddling his head – - and the savory morsel of her cunny resting right in his mouth.

"Oh – oh – oh – " she groaned as his lips tightened about her labia. His tongue-tip moved up and down in the split of her slit, trilling over all the aroused nerves, sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through her. She grimaced with joy, half doubling above him, catching herself on her outstretched arms even as his hands slid up over her back then moved around to catch and clutch at the hanging masses of her tits.

Derek's tongue probed and explored all of the damp, slick sweetness of her cunt. Charlene thought she was going to die with the pleasure of it. She could feel the wet mouth separating her pussy petals and sliding up into the vestibule of her quim, spreading the constricted walls. His upper lip was moving against the ultra-sensitive tip of her protruding clitoris, rolling it about within its moist, fleshy sheath.

At the same time, she felt his hands fondling her luscious tits, his fingers toying with her taut nipples.

The sensations were roiling through her body, inflaming her already lust-fogged brain.

He moved his head beneath her, fastening his knowing lips to the bud of her clitoris. He sucked on the nubbin furiously, moving the tip of his tongue gently back and forth across it. The tongue-lashing gradually picked up in both speed and intensity. Soon, his oral extension was snapping over the tip of her clitoris as if he intended to wear it down to a blunt base and nothing more.

But the effect it had on Charlene was literally shattering. She jerked and shook above him, her slender hips moving spastically up and down.

He began alternating, first licking and sucking at her little pink clitoris and then bringing his lips back to fasten over her vagina. His tongue drove deeper up into her gash with every cycle until Charlene was certain he meant to scoop out her womb with his talented tongue.

And all the time, his fingers were squeezing and tugging at her tits as if he intended to milk them.

Suddenly, his hand moved from her breasts, went to her hips. Derek rolled her over, swinging himself above her. His head stayed between her legs as she ended up on her back with the long lower limbs stretched out over the edge of the bed and her heels rested far apart on the floor. Her legs shook and kicked as he continued to eat her out. Her hands went to the back of his head, tugging him forward as though she wanted to pull his head up inside her throbbing slit.

Derek brought his hands up to grip and spread her quivering thighs still more. He lifted her legs, slung them over his shoulders. Charlene felt her cunt opening before him, to him, welcoming each new invasion of his tongue up into her palpitating pussy. He raised himself, moved forward till her knees bent at his shoulders and her heels trailed against his back. As he pushed up over her, her thighs actually pressed up and crushed her luscious tits back against her.

And at the same time, his cock was being maneuvered slowly into place – into the place just vacated by his perpetually moving tongue.

"Am, fuck me, Derek," she breathed. "C'mon and fuck me!"

Which was precisely what Derek planned on doing – had planned on doing from the first time he'd caught a look at the daughter of the ripe woman he'd been cramming.

He was an expert, Derek was, well-versed and plentifully experienced in the art of fucking. He didn't need to use his fingers to guide his well-practiced prick to the gates of Charlene's burning cunt. A rapid, lithe shift of his hips, a sudden move forward and – presto! – the tip of his rigid reamer was pressing firmly against Charlene's blood-engorged little labia.

She heaved her hips up at him as well as she was able, eager and more to feel his thick dick sliding home into her well-oiled twat. This was what it was all about, the way it was supposed to be!

"Hurry up!" she gasped, shimmying her nubile hips to quicken the insertion. The movement wedged the lips of her cunt open against Derek's dong. He pushed forward – and she felt the thick, swollen nut sliding into the first, hot strictures of her gash.

"Oh, yesssss…" she hissed, feeling his cock head moving into the breech. "Yesssss, that's it!"

Derek kept on pushing, kept right on feeding the long, hard length of his dick up into her hungry body. Charlene responded with exciting little gasps and groans of pleasure, murmuring vile obscenities to urge him on. She could feel the shaft of his prick slipping between the tight lips of her slit, the head spreading the walls of her cunt far inside her heated form. It seemed to her that his cock was going to probe all the way up inside her and push her stomach out of place. And she would have welcomed it – for she'd never in her life felt anything as marvelously filling as Derek's delightful dork.

"More!" she begged. "More!"

She got it.

Charlene was bent nearly double, folded upon herself. Her calves were to either side of his dark-haired head, caught over his shoulders. His cock slid slowly into her, deeper and farther, finding new and wonderful pleasure charges to detonate with each additional inch of hard male meat fed into her. She'd never in her wildest fantasies thought it could be so incredibly good!

Derek drove the last inch forward, burying his cock inside her to the hairs and roots. Charlene could feel his massive, hairy balls swing up to brush firmly, damply, against the sweet, spread furrow of her pert little ass cheeks. The bony ridge at the base of his dick was pressing firmly against the tip of her distended clitoral nubbin, adding that pleasure to the others already swirling madly through her delightful body.

"Oh – gawd – yes!" she barked, giving her hips a vicious, twisting jerk upwards, trying vainly to get still more of his dick into her pussy. She bore down on her inner muscles, clamping powerfully onto the rigid shaft sheathed in her slobbering slot. Derek groaned at the sensation; it was as though her pussy were sucking at his cock, trying to milk it. Fighting the urge to loosen his load right then and there, Derek began pulling back.

Inch by inch, the length of his meat was withdrawn from her reluctant hole. Only the glans remained inside, stretching her almost hairless labia tautly, when he stopped the movement. He began swiveling his hips, working them in little semicircles that ground the velvetycovered steel of his knob against the nerve-covered inner edges of her pussy petals from all kinds of new and hitherto unimagined directions. The pressure on her cunt lips drew them back and forth over the sides of her clitoris.

Charlene thought she was going to go berserk if he didn't hurry and feed his phallic food back into her hungry humping hole – and hard! She groaned, pleading bluntly for the fucking she craved. Her hips jerked and shook beneath him – and still he held himself back.

"Please – fuck me!" she whirred.

"How, little hot box?"

"Hard!" she mewled – and jacked her hips up towards him by way of illustration. "Fuck me hard!"

Derek smiled down at her with more cool than he felt – and then drove the full length of his pulsating penis down and into her wide-open pussy with all the force and power he could muster.

"AHHHH!" she screamed, feeling the once-more tightened walls of her box cleaved open by his pile-driving prick-slamming. The force of the thrust actually drove her back on the bed a few inches and half winded her.

But before she could catch her breath, Derek was slowly corkscrewing his cock back out of her gash, letting her feel every marvelous inch of it rubbing and grinding against her tight quim as it backed out of her cunt grip.

And then he was slamming down on her again. This time her knees were driven back against her breasts with literally painful force. Charlene squirmed, trapped between the fire of the pleasures from his dick diving in her watery twat and the flood of sharp bruise pain in her tits. She spread her legs still wider despite her awkward position and then they were stretched out flat to either side of Derek's pumping hips. Her heels were barely on the edge of the waterbed frame, a shift in position provided courtesy of his pussy-pounding plunging into her body.

But now she was able to work with him, to respond to each and every nuance of his fucking machine motion up and down over her. Charlene felt like her cunt was being scorched with the friction of Derek's twatstretching prick moving back and forth so rapidly within the constricted confines of the narrow channel.

Faster, harder, she humped her slender hips up at Derek in time to meet every plummeting pussy-pumping downstroke of his loins. That ring at the base of his prick was grinding against her clitoral tip with every sword-burying slam of his hips and she was responding by jolting her own pelvis right back up at him.

She felt the orgasm rising within her, could sense the explosion approaching for the mature, experienced man reaming her cunt. His cock was swelling still more inside her, becoming yet more rigid, testing the holding power of her already well-strained cuntal walls.

"Yes – come in me, dammit – come in me!"

That was what Derek loved to hear – a woman begging for it. He'd already been beautifully amazed at the enthusiasm of her tight, fresh, almost hairless and all-but-virginal little cunt. She'd more than made up for her lack of experience with that enthusiasm – and Derek was already formulating plans to provide her with all of the experience she needed to develop her natural talents and well-evidenced proclivities into a full-fledged Class-A fuckability.

He felt the come rising in his balls, and then – "Oh, yes – yes – YES – YESSSSSS!" Charlene screamed as she came, unleashing the long-building passions that had been gathering all day -no, all week – inside her cunt. She came, came hard and strong and like she'd never hoped to, came with all the power in her taut, wellshaped young body – and came still more.

Her cunt fluttered and contracted rapidly over the length of the hard dick buried inside her, her hips shuddering and her sweet ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with vibrating-machine rapidity. The muscles of her long, shapely legs drew tight, the muscles and tendons at the juncture standing out cable-taut as her delicious labia strained to crush the thick meat pole stretching them.

And then she heard Derek growl like an animal – and felt him coming in her.

"Unh!-unh!-unh!" she grunted, feeling the force of each burst of ejaculate-load slamming home deep inside her. Again and again, jets of the thick, creamy jism blasted into her deepest cunt, spattering on and against the firewall barrier of her cervix. The copious flow scalded all of her sensitive inner places – and her orgasm abruptly peaked with volcanic violence.

Charlene arched up from the waterbed, bridging on her widespread legs and tensed shoulders. Her cunt clamped down on Derek's spasming dick as if she meant to tear it out by the roots and keep it inside her forever. Again and again, every explosive ripple of hot fuck juice traveling through the long tube running the length of the underside of his shaft was communicated to her sheathing vaginal walls with almost preternatural clarity.

Finally, she began to sink back onto the bed. She was spent, drained of all strength and will by the power and intensity of her coming. Still locked inside her quiet, Derek's prick gave a last few wrenching, if desultory, shivers. The dregs of his abundant juice dribbled from the end of his dong to add their quantity to that already deposited far inside her suckable sweet cunt.

Charlene's long, limber body undulated with last ripples of passion-echoing water beneath the mattress liner. Her legs still quivered, her arms still shook as she let her eyes close for a few moment's rest, vaguely aware that Derek seemed the ideal lover even at that moment, pushing himself off her all but inert loveliness to roll to one side, sparing her his weight on her chest.

Slowly, she drifted into the satisfied sleep of the sated.

But even when she woke nearly an hour later to find Derek gone, even as she douched the tremendous deposit made in her own little semen bank, she knew she wasn't.

Wasn't sated, that is.