Dick St Martin
Virginia_s wet lips
CHAPTER ONE
As soon as they stepped into her little studio apartment and the door was closed, Virginia turned to the man. She'd met him in Tuesday's, around the corner on Third Avenue. He'd had all the moves and a good rap and he was certainly good-looking. They'd danced and he'd known just how to move his hips so his cock was rubbing her cunt-mound, sending little shocks of pleasure through her curvaceous body. She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. She let her purse fall to the floor and took a deep breath to accentuate the size and shape of her magnificent tits. Though not the huge knockers some guys seemed freaky about, they were larger than most, a full 36-C, and she liked going braless. As she inhaled, her fits heaved out toward the man and she suddenly realized that shewon't even know his name. He took the hint.
He moved toward her, reaching out with his hands at waist level, slipping them around her and pulling her toward him. His hips moved and again she felt the hard bulge at his groin rubbing against her cunt. Virginia put her arms up around his neck and crushed her fits against him. She ground her cunt against his crotch and felt his hands slipping down to her ass, squeezing and gripping the firm, spongy mounds of her butt through her tight jeans.
She turned her face up to him to be kissed, but he either didn't realize it or didn't care to. He tightened his grip on her ass till it was almost painful and then lifted her, her feet coming up off the floor. He was pulling her crotch forward, rubbing her cunt up and down against him. Virginia let go a long, deep breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding. He hoisted her still higher on him, and then she felt his belt buckle pressing the material at the crotch of her jeans back and against her swollen pussy-lips and clitoris.
"Uh, shit, yes," she groaned. Her head tilted back, her long, red hair cascading down her back to the midpoint. Her hair always seemed to draw men; she knew why. It was commonly believed that redheads were about as unwilling to fuck asminks in heat. Anyone using her as a test case would've found ample proof for that assumption.
He was tall, taller even than her own five foot eight, and he was powerfully built, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, the inverted triangle of his body emphasized by his form-fitting sports shirt and tapered slacks. She hadn't been able to make out much else about him in the dim illumination of Tuesday's; she really didn't need to. Everything she'd really been hot to know about him had been told her by his touch and moves and words in the darkness.
He turned, still holding her clear of the floor, and strode across the room to the little sleeping alcove. Virginia lifted her legs and slid them about his upper thighs, restricting his steps somewhat but letting her nib her wet cunt more effectively against him. She felt him bending forward, and knew that he was lowering her to his cock.
Her cunt was throbbing powerfully, even more urgently than it had when she'd left the house after work that evening. She'd found what she was looking for a man with a hard cock and a bad case of the hornies. She wanted to fuck, to feel that hard prick inside her hungry, red-fringed quim, driving in and out, reaching up into her belly. She wanted to feel him coming inside her, to feel hishot, thick fuck-juice splashing about within the depths of her insatiable cunt. She wanted to feel him slamming against her, fucking her, driving her up the walls with lust. And this was evidently the man to do it.
He was wasting no time. She felt his cock beneath her back and let her legs slip down from around his thighs. Her feet rested flat on the floor to either side of him as he disengaged her arms from about his neck. His hands slipped down her arms to her shoulders and then rested over her tits. He covered the firm, heaving mounds with his fingers and then squeezed them, hard."Hey," she gasped."Take it easy!"
"Uh… sorry," he grunted. He released her tits and concentrated on her nipples, finding them through the fabric of her top and pinching them between thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were already hardening when he'd done that, and now were swelling in earnest. He kept at it. Her nipples, when completely erected, were literally the size of half-walnut shells, something she'd been told was truly rare. Not just the little spike towers of her nipples erected, but all of her areolas as well. And all of that nutshell-sized blood-engorged flesh was supersensitive to the touches and caresses and kisses and suckings and even gentle bitings of eagermen and, a few times, women.
She put her own hands out and found the waistband of his slacks. Quickly, she pulled his shirttails out and began unbuttoning, then pushed the cloth aside to run her hands over his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and his broad, powerful chest.