The coed's wild ass

CHAPTER TWO

Tom was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump cheek. Even through the covering of the silken panty material the touch of his hands felt incredibly good. Lydia rocked her hips, feeling his cock ram into the softness of her belly. Her slacks were still wrapped around her ankles, keeping her knees and thighs together in a tight bind. The guide moved one of his hands slowly around her hip and dragged his fingers down her flat belly until he curled them around her panty-covered cunny mound. Lydia cried out in a choked whisper, standing on her tiptoes as Tom rubbed the wet material up between her swollen cunt-lips. Lydia rocked forward, then back, then forward again, bucking her hips so he would rub against her clitty shaft.

Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache. She felt every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with excitement as Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses.

"Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the darkened bedroom until she fell against the edge of the bed. Lydia sat down slowly watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down and removed her slacks from her ankles. She riveted her eyes on that long, horse-like prong sticking out like a spear from his flat, muscular belly while his hanging nuts tightened up against the fat dickroot with sexual tension. Finished with stripping the willing blonde, Tom moved up on the bed. He was all over her in an instant, pushing her shoulders down, licking her large stiff nipples with his broad tongue. He was a little awkward and hurried in his love-making at first. But that just seemed to add to the excitement raking her mind.

"Lydia," he moaned. His hipbones bumped hers. He was plowing the shaft of his cock up against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls and the different way the dome of his cock was shaped as it slid into the tight groove between her legs and thigh. Pushing her hands between their grinding bodies, Lydia reached down until she was where she guessed his cock was. She wanted to touch it, to hold and caress it between her fingers. Lydia curled her fingers around his prong, listening to Tom moan and feeling his body jerk from her gentle touch.

His dick was as hard as steel, and yet the skin moved easily over that hardness. The meaty head flared out and was spongy to her pressure. When she pushed her thumbnail gently into it Tom grunted and squirmed his hips. Then there was the hot, greasy sensation of pre-cum dribbling out from the piss-slit and coating her fingers. How she wanted that cock in her.

But she hadn't taken her pill this morning. She hadn't thought much about that sort of thing, having been sexually inactive for almost a year now. Oh God, what if she became pregnant? Abortion? Child birth? No, she couldn't let him fuck her no matter how badly she wanted to feel that cock forcing her outer labes back, crushing her clit-shaft, tunneling into her pussy.

But in spite of her silent resolve Lydia found herself fondling Tom's fat balls, feeling the shape of them through the leathery skin of his scrotum. She gently squeezed them, rolling them against one another. Tom's breathing grew shallow as he began kissing her neck, sliding his tongue down her shoulders, and still hunching his cockshaft up and down in her hip-groove. He started kissing her big titties again, laving them with coats of hot spittle. Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, rocking her hips back and forth to create a subtle friction in her pussy against her clitty. Oh, how good Tom's lips, tongue and teeth felt against her throbbing nipples. Her body shuddered with excitement. Her boobs jiggled and rolled against one another. Lydia's breathing became more and more labored, her head rolling back and forth over the pillow under her as she raked her fingernails over Tom's humping back. Her mind was whirling around. Should she let him get under the material of her panties. She could feel his fingers sliding under the elastic leg band of her briefs. If she let him get too far, she'd be caught up in the act, swallowing his dick up her twat and risking the chance of pregnancy. No, she couldn't.

"Don't!" Lydia cried as Tom's fingers clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound. He divided the bare crack and pushed deep. Lydia dragged in a choked breath, digging her chin into Tom's shoulder. He was pressing her down, forcing her deeper and deeper into that soft bed. She could hear the rope springs groaning under their combined weight as they rolled slowly in their increasingly frenzied fucking dance. She knew he wanted to get her panties off and then slide that meaty, rounded cockdome past her peeled back outer labes and into her pussy.

"Baby, baby," Tom whispered in her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue in and out of the hearing channel while he smoothed his hands down her body. His cock had slipped lower now until it was nearly under her cuntal mound. Lydia had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice. As Tom pumped his cock against the cloth-covered crack, she could tell where the dome of his dickhead was. It was shoving the silky material up between her cunt-lips. That new sensation was amazingly delicious. Lydia closed her eyes, sucked her top lip under her teeth and rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's cock. Her puffy membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.

She could guess the young guide was as excited as she. Droplets of perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face and upper chest. Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see Tom's eyes dance mischievously and excitedly in his handsome head while the veins stuck out in his powerful neck. There was a desperate kind of urgency in his movements against her body. The way he had settled quickly between her thighs, forcing them open with his knees, then pinning down her slender, sleek legs that suggested to the blonde he hadn't had sex in some time.

"Oh Goddd!" Lydia shuddered. The pulsing itch between her thighs was especially intense and good when the dickhead barely grazed her stiffened clit. It all felt so hot, wet and tight between her legs. Involuntarily she pulled her knees up slightly, gasping as she felt her fat outer labes unstick and open up under her wet panties. The velvety rub of Tom's thick cockhead was driving her crazy. She dug her fingernails deeper into his back, scraping the tough skin until she heard him cry out for her to stop it.

"S-sorry," she stammered, rocking her hips and slipping her hand down again until she touched guide's thickly veined cock-shaft and balls. She found the steamy drenched place where cunt-lips had been mashed to the side. "Oh, no!" she cried. Her panty crotch had been twisted aside, stretched into the groove between her thigh and one cunt-lip. Tom's dickhead was touching her pussy, his slick tip gliding up and down groove of her cunt.

Lydia shuddered as she thought of her resolve. Should she take a chance and let him fuck her in the pussy? Frantically the young blonde tried to pull the narrow band of silk back over her naked twat, but the soaked material slipped from her grip. Tom's cock gouged at her. He twisted her small body up against him, trapping her wrist between their sweaty bellies.

"Lydia," he said, keeping her from making any moves. His mouth was wet and hungry at her throat. Wet, hot and cold flashes of excitement rippled through her cunny and belly. Lydia felt herself burning up inside as Tom caught her head with both hands and smothered her protests with a long, tongue-filled wet kiss. She cried into his mouth, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut while the young guide fucked his hips against the resisting twat.

"Stop! Don't!" the blonde protested, tearing her mouth from his and twisting her head to one side. She felt the soft cotton material of the pillow nearly smothering her and she tried to push him away. But her strength had been sapped away from her by her increasing sexuality. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. A sob choked her. She should scream. But that steady sleek friction against her cunt-lips was consuming all her energy. She was terribly close to orgasm, something that against her will, had swept dangerously close to her.

"Lydia," Tom repeated. Whenever he tried to push against the soft mouth of her cunt, Lydia tilted her mound, making his dick slide up along her cuntal slit again. It slid over the pulsing clitty shaft sticking out from the top of her puffy, wet labes like a tiny finger. The room spun around her, growing blurry as her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head. Tom bucked his hips forward with a raspy moan coming from his dry throat. She could tell he was close to cumming. He was crushing her, brutalizing her with his fingers, clutching at her sweaty flesh with anxious fingers. Their bellies and legs slid easily over one another on a thick layer of mutual sweat. Lydia tilted her hips again and the swollen lobes at the underside his cockhead slid against her clit.

Oh God, she could feel the throbbing dickhead pulse against her clitty. Tom let it lay there for a second, the two sex organs throbbing and pulsing against one another, each dangerously close to sparking off into a mind-blasting cum.

"Don't fuck me. Please." Lydia gasped out. If he wanted to he could force himself into her and she could do little about it.

"All right, baby," he said after several seconds of thought. Before she had a chance to thank him she felt his hands slide down her sides until the fingers met under her back. He rolled her over quickly, forcing her legs further apart with his knees while his fingers curled along the backside of her elastic waistband. "I'm going to get into something. Damned if I'm going to waste myself on your belly!"

"No, don't! I've never done it that way before," Lydia cried, real fear growing in her now as she felt her panties peel down over her rounded ass-globes, scrape over her legs, then finally stop around knees. She felt Tom raise his body up. He was poised over her like a triumphant lion over his downed deer. She tried to get up but was pushed down by the guide.

Sobbing helplessly the blonde pushed her hands into the pillow and buried her face in the soft, downy material. In a second he was pushing the mauve-colored crown of his swollen cock against her small bunghole. "Please, you'll hurt me!" Lydia cried, squirming with discomfort as Tom held her down securely. She felt his strong fingers tighten on her hips, pulling her up toward him. Another choked sob escaped her parted lips as Lydia felt Tom reach under her and force her into a semi-crouched bitch-dog fucking position. Her titties hung down, pulling at her chest. Lydia felt her face flush with pain and shame as Tom pushed forward and down harder. A dull aching gave way to sharp pain as her sphincter reluctantly gave way to the guide's insistence. The pain radiated from her violated asshole up her belly to her chest. She suddenly had the urge to piss as the crown of Tom's cock disappeared into her bowls.

Crying out again, the blonde shook her head violently and clawed at the pillow until she realized she had torn the material with her fingernails. Her toes curled as an odd tingling sensation rippled over her flesh. Then when Tom plunged the first three inches of his ten inch prong into her ass Lydia shrieked, not caring who heard her. There was a second of agonizing, searing pain. Then her sphincter locked securely over the fat knob. A steady pulsing hurt radiated more strongly from her stretched shitter.

"Please, please," Lydia moaned into the pillow. She shook all over as if in a fever. Desperately her body tensed to resist the hot prong. Her ass jerked back and up involuntarily, screwing the jizz-packed cock in tightly. She felt her bowels full of that hot worm as Tom pushed another two inches into her ass. Scalding tears welled up in her eyes as she sucked in a lung full of air.

"You're tearing me apart," Lydia said in a choked voice.

"It's almost all the way in," Tom said huskily, ignoring her cries and pleas. "Now feel this." With a final lunge he plunged his swollen prong in up to his balls. Lydia stiffened breathlessly for a moment, a white fog of agony bleaching her mind of all thought and sensation. Her knees dug deep into the mattress and slipped on the sweat-stained spread. Helplessly she tried to fall away.

Then suddenly Tom slid his thick dong back to the tip of his cockhead. Lydia lunged forward, letting out her breath in a loud rush as she felt a sudden hot flash rip across her asshole. Strangely that flash tingled up to her clitty, reviving its former sexuality.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped as she felt her belly being filled and emptied over and over again while Tom increased the speed of his fucking. She was sick and breathless from the relentless pain in her bowels. To her shame and surprise Lydia also realized that the desire to piss earlier had become a reality. She was urinating freely down her legs from the excitement.

And yet Tom continued ramming her ass, plowing her rectal furrow with his cunt-splitter faster and faster.

"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted through parted lips as she felt Tom's hot pipe shove relentlessly into her body. She could hear the loud slapping of his fat balls against her bare ass. "God! God! God!" she cried.

Yet in spite of the pain and agony and shame, the heat from the fucking dick started to spread throughout her body. It radiated to her cunny, making it itch and tighten up as it had before. As if he realized what was happening, Tom slid his hand around her hip until the palm pressed down on the bottom junction of her snatch-lips. Lydia moaned, rolling her head from side to side as she felt him unstick her fattening labes with his fingers, then slide them up until they bumped against her unsheathed clitty. He was stroking that tiny sex organ with his forefinger, pushing it down, brushing it to one side, rubbing it against her furry cunt-lip until the primitive lust that had threatened to take her over completely had returned.

The pain in her ass blended into a strange pleasure. Lydia started squirming, rocking and waving her full asscheeks back and forth as Tom drove his steely dick home over and over again. He was sliding his hips from side to side, driving his cock from the left, then from the right, then up, then down, reaming out her shithole while his balls tightened and screwed up hard against his cockroot. He pushed his thumbnail into the head of her clit-shaft, making the young woman shriek with unspeakable ecstasy.

Pain blended with pleasure here. A long thin string of drool leaked from the right corner of her mouth as the blonde bucked against Tom's loving, stroking, caressing hand. Her knees stretched further apart. The warm piss against her legs cooled, providing a strange contrast to the furnace-like heat in her shitter and cunny. Lydia's body began to jerk wildly like a berserk puppet. She felt her cunt cumming. And then there was the steaming hot flood of jizz suddenly filling her rudely stretched asshole. She felt scaled and burned by that tide of cum. Frantically she urged her ass up and down the shooting pole, forcing more jizz into her.

As Tom finished dumping his spunk into her shitter and collapsed onto her back, forcing her on the bed once more, Lydia felt a slow, powerful rolling orgasm sweep over her pussy. She clenched her thighs hard together, rubbing the velvety membranes back and forth against the guide's still-stroking finger as another and then another wave of orgasm swept over her aching pussy.

Again and again the orgasmic shocks tore at her, forcing the blonde to gasp, cry out and shriek with an ecstasy she had never before experienced. The bed groaned as the two of them finished their mutual orgasm. The strength she had barely felt before had completely left her. Lydia lay motionless in bed, twisting her head further to one side for air as the final pulsing throbs of her climax died away, leaving only a delicious, all enveloping glow covering her flesh.

Tom buried his face in the folds of her hair, planting occasional kisses against her ear while he rubbed his hairy groin against her round asscheeks.

"Oh baby, for the first time you were great," he finally whispered.

"Please," Lydia said, wanting him to stop talking. Anything spoken would destroy the beautiful sexual glow she was feeling now.