"Virginia_s wet lips" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Dick St)

CHAPTER TWO

Oh, shit, isn't he going to lap my cunt? Virginia moved her legs back and forth, getting her jeans past her knees, then kicked them off herself. He seemed totally unsurprised by her lack of underwear, but then, she reflected, the way her crotch had been soaked with pussy-juice, he probably had guessed it. Again she found his hands, and led them to her pubes. Her cunt hair was always carefully cropped, a bright, carrot-red line of curls clearly defined. His fingers moved uncertainly up and down in the folds of her soft, sensitive pussy-flesh, almost inadvertently giving her pleasure. Once his fingertips grazed her clitoris, and for the first time, she felt a surge of real excitement in her cunt. But that was it.

Up and down, up and down, up and down hekept fucking his prick in and out of her mouth.

Isn't that son-of-a-bitch going to eat my cunt? she wondered again. But she knew, far back in her mind, that she'd be lucky if he even played with her cut. This was a dummy, an asshole, and all he cared about was getting his own rocks off.

Virginia decided to get to work and get it over with before she lost her temper. She sucked his cock all the harder, putting her tongue to work with a vengeance. She opened her throat as much as she could, consciously fighting to relax it, and pulled his hips down still more. The head of his dick pushed into her throat and she felt his wiry crotch hair against her lips as she fastened her mouth about the base of his cock and alternately contracted and loosened her throat about his prick."Ohhhh, yeah, suck it, baby! Suck my cock! You like that, huh?"

Yeah, but I can't stand you, you mother-fucker. For endless minutes, he pumped and plunged his dick into her mouth and throat but didn't come. After what seemed like hours to Virginia, with her throat huffing and her mouth and lips sore, lie still gave no sign of coming. She managed to free herself of the hard cock, pushing him away from her face.

She took a deep breath and focused on his face and saw a shit-eating grin.

"I can hold it as long as you want, baby," he said, obviously proud."I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in that cute little pussy of yours." Evidently, he seemed to think that was doing her a big favor, from the way he said it.

Before she could say anything in response, he crawled over her and lowered himself between her legs. She felt the hard, wet spear of his prick against her thighs and then she felt him slipping one hand between them while nearly smothering her with the weight of his upper body on her chest.

He placed his cock-head against her gash. He didn't bother to spread her pussy-lips; but just worked the knob back and forth between them till it was lodged against her cunt-mouth, managing to cause her some dull pains in the process. By that point, without any real attempt at turning her on, Virginia wasn't sure there was any lubrication at all in her cunt.

He pushed forward, driving all of his prick into her cunt-hole with a singe lunge. Fortunately, the saliva she'd coated over his cock with her mouth helped ease the way and it wasn't painful. She tried to think exciting thoughts, hoping it would helpjuice up her cunt, and succeeded to some extent, anyhow. In and out, in and out, like some demented, unimaginative machine he pumped his prick in her pussy. There was almost no pleasure at all in the fuck for Virginia, and what there was came only when he quite accidentally managed to graze her stiff clitoris with the top of his cock-shaft. And even at that, it was only a relatively minor thrill to her.

Won't he ever come? she wondered.

As if he could read her thoughts, he grunted, "Don't-don't you worry, baby, cause I can keep fuckin' till you get your rocks off."She realized then that he wasn't callous or uncaring, just well-meaning and incredibly stupid. She also realized that he wasn't going to shoot his load and get his uninspired fuck over with until he thought she was coming. And finally, she realized that, like so many other times, she Was going to keep getting taken in by well-memorized, smooth raps from the guys she met in bars, only to get them in the sack and find out they didn't know their cocks from their assholes.

Virginia closed her eyes and began moaning in time with his lunges, gasping as if his cock felt good to her. She knew exactly how to sound; sheusually came three or four times with any given partner. She began hunching her hips up at him and murmuring obscenely how good a fucker he was, finally slinging her legs high over his waist and ass and pushing her heels into his butt-cheeks as she ground her cunt up towards him."Now, baby, now!" she whispered, making her voice urgent."Come with me!"

"Sure, babe!" he said, gloating. Virginia bore down with her full might on the muscles at the entrance of her cunt, tightened them powerfully about the plunging shaft of his cock. Distantly, she felt his prick swelling and jerking inside her hole and could only vaguely feel the jets of hot jism splashing home inside her cunt.

He slowed his jerkings and then stopped. Virginia let herself go limp beneath him, as if totally drained with a shattering orgasm, instead of merely being bored to the edge of tears. He went limp atop her, his weight crushing the breath from her lungs. Virginia got her hands against his powerfully muscled chest and prodded him to wakefulness.

"Huh?" "Come on," she whispered quickly.

"My, uh, friend will be here soon."

"Huh? What friend? Who?" He sounded vaguely suspicious.

"It's just an, uh, friend," she said, "but I don't want my, uh, friend, to find you here."

"What kind of – Hey, you mean your old man?" he asked, falling for the bait hook, line and sinker.

She made her eyes wide, forcing tension into her tired body.

"No, no, just, an, er, friend."

"Shit, man, why didn't you tell me you had an old man?" he demanded, quickly getting to his feet and hurriedly starting to pull on the natty clothes that had first attracted her to him.

"No, don't worry, he-I mean, my friend won't be back from work till one o'clock. What time is it now?"

"Holy shit, it's almost one now!" He went to the door.

"Dammit, babe, why didn't you tell me. Oh, shit!" He slammed out of the door, buttoning his shirt as he went.

Virginia lay in the bed, feeling his cum drooling between her pussy-lips, wishing for all she was worth that she could expect a considerate, tender, loving male friend to come see her at one o'clock in the morning. But none was going to, and she knew it. She was still horny, the more so for the partial arousal of the idiot she still didn't know his name who'd just used her cunt in place of his ownleft hand to get his rocks off. But she was too tired and beat to get dressed and go out again. She got up and went into the tub, hooking up the hand-held sprayer and lying on the warming porcelain. She adjusted the flow and temperature of the water with her feet, then flipped the control on the sprayer to its hardest setting. She took the shower attachment and held it over her cunt, shuddering as the hard spray hit her clit and her sensitive pussy-lips. Virginia slung her legs up high, her feet. planted flat against the ceramic tiles of the far wall of the tub, and deftly directed the sharp, stinging pressure of the spray at her gash.

The pleasure rose rapidly through her lovely young body. She began to gasp for breath, her magnificent tits heaving, her nipples hardening fully, aching with the throb of her hot blood. The muscles of her thighs quivered and her calves tensed. Her belly contracted and her ass-cheeks began to shake on the porcelain. The tub bottom was rapidly beginning to fill with water, but she was aware of it only as another warm, feathery caress, this time against the smooth crack between her butt-cheeks, lapping at her asshole as if it were a knowing lover's tongue lightly rimming her shitter. She began to jerk her cunt upwards, toward thespray, even as she forced the hand attachment of the shower down closer. She moaned, jerking, and her free hand spread her bloated cunt-lips and exposed all the hypersensitive inner meat to the hot water's sharp pressure. She had the attachment down close to her cunt and then she was forcing it between the outer lips of her succulent pussy. She tensed all over, pushing herself back from the wall with a sudden surge of strength. She pressed the shower attachment in her puffy gash, grinding it against her rosy pussy-flesh, trying to force it into her hole the way she wished a man with a good, stiff prick would jam his cock up into her copper-fringed twat. I've got to find a better way to get the men I want. There's got to be a better way.

There was.