Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/radio.txt

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                      A SPECIAL REQUEST

               An Adult Fantasy by Dive Master


Jean had been waiting weeks for this night to happen.
Tonight she would finally get to meet the man behind the
voice that spoke to her each evening through her radio
speaker.  She had been fantasizing about how he must look --
his warm, friendly voice made her quiver each time he
announced the next special request and dedication.  Jean had
always liked listening to that radio station, and lately she
found herself listening to Chuck's show almost every evening.

Their friendship had started simply, she began calling
Chuck while he was on the air and asking him to please play
songs for her.  Chuck enjoyed her phone calls, and started
visiting with her each time she called in.  Jean learned that
Chuck was new to the area and hadn't met many people yet.
She found out that they had a lot of things in common besides
their love of Rock n' Roll music.  They both enjoyed dancing,
long walks along the beach, bottles of wine in front of a
fireplace, and of course, cats.  She discovered that Chuck
had ended a relationship before moving to Florida from
Washington, DC, and that he hadn't been dating anyone
seriously since then.

As the weeks rolled along, their conversations turned from
friendly chit chat to more playful teasings.  Chuck would
kid her about always being at home listening to him each
evening, and Jean would tease him by describing the sexy
little nighties she'd be wearing and what she'd be doing with
him if he were really there with her.  She found these
conversations highly erotic and most nights would have to
relieve her sexual tension before being able to go to sleep.

One night while she was on the phone with Chuck, Jean started
describing the negligee she was wearing.  It was a smoke-
grey, spider-web sheer silk teddy with spaghetti straps and a
lacy, plunging neckline.  The teddy stretched tightly over
her large breasts, and her nipples looked like hardened
cherries popping out through the diaphanous lace.  The silk
then draped down to her slightly rounded little tummy, and
then pulled tightly into the vee between her legs.  As she
described how she looked to Chuck, Jean began running her
hands all over every part of her body.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned as her fingertips traced a path down
her neck and in between her breasts,  "You should see how Hot
I look in this lace teddy tonight." Jean ran her fingers
along the v-neckline of the teddy and stopped to cup her
swelling breasts.

"Oh God, Chuck I'm so horny tonight.  I wish you were here
with me right now." Jean groaned with delight as her nipples
popped right out.  She crossed her arms over her chest and
tugged the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and down her
arms.  Her big beautiful breasts were now exposed and her
nipples hardened in the cool air conditioning.  Jean rolled
her nipples between her fingers and pinched them lightly.

The skin on her belly was exquisitely smooth, and Jean inched
her fingers down her body moving them closer to the source of
her passion.  Chuck could only hear her deep breathing over
the phone line, occasionally punctuated by a gasp or a moan.
Jean lifted her hips off of the bed and pushed the lacy teddy
over her hips and down her legs.  Laying there naked, she now
moved her fingers into the soft curls that covered her mound.
She told Chuck that her pussy was very hot and very wet and
her fingers felt as if they might be sucked up right into her
body.  Jean traced her fingertips over her pussy lips and
they began to part, as though she were opening the petals to
a flower.  She found her fleshy little love button right at
the top of her pussy lips and she teased her clitoris until
it was swollen to its full size.

She threw her head back against the pillows and cried out,
"Chuck!  That's the spot, lover.  That's where I want you to
kiss me!"  Her pelvis thrust up and down against the bed as
she tweaked and teased her clit until her entire pussy was
wet and glistening with her love juices.  Jean eased a finger
between her pussy lips and slid it into her waiting cavern,
one knuckle at a time.

Jean heard Chuck's voice through the radio speaker as he
announced another 20 minute music sweep starting off with
"Cream" by Prince and the Revolution, and she noticed that
his voice sounded a little shaky.  She grinned wickedly
because she knew they were both getting off on her little
show of exhibitionism.  Her free hand trailed back up to her
breasts and she began to touch and stroke them.  Her nipples
grew more and more excited as she worked over the sensitive
flesh.  Her hand moved from one tit to the other, never
leaving either alone and untouched for very long.

Jean tightened and loosened the muscles of her cunt around
her fingers, and she fucked her fingers in and out of herself
with greater and greater strength.  The harder and faster she
played with herself, the more excited she became.  Her long,
wavy, dark auburn hair was trapped beneath her and her whole
naked body was glistening with sweat.  She smeared the small
pool of moisture that had begun to collect in the valley
between her breasts across the swelling mounds.

She arched up to meet her thrusting fingers, taking three of
them inside of her body at once.  The fingers running in and
out of Jean's pussy were slick with her juices, as was most
of her hand.  Her cunt was awash with the creamy fluids of
her pussy and she used the thumb of that hand to rub her
throbbing clit.  She jabbed her fingers into her pussy to the
tempo of the song that was drifting through the radio
speaker.

"Yeahhhh!" she screamed.  "Do it to me now!"

Her body shuddered and Jean felt as though the top of her
head was about to explode.  The feeling of release was total,
and everything in Jean's world was momentarily blacked out
as she pulsed with her orgasm.

When her breathing returned to normal, Jean told Chuck that
she could wait no longer and that she had to see him this
weekend.  They made plans to go out to a rock club in town
for an evening of dancing.  Jean gave Chuck directions to her
apartment and told him that she'd have a little surprise
waiting for him.


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Jean had planned her wardrobe carefully for the evening.  She
had purchased a new lacy camisole, bikini panty, and garter
belt set all in peach silk and lace, and a new pair of sheer
black stockings and spiked high heels.  Over that, she would
wear her favorite short, black leather skirt and an off-white
silk jacket.

She settled into a warm bubble bath and began to fantasize
about her mystery lover.  The warm soapy water always relaxed
her, and Jean nearly dozed off amid the scented bubbles.
When the water had cooled down, she climbed from her bath and
began to prepare for the date.

It was nearly 8:30 when the doorbell rang, Jean's heart
skipped a beat when she realized that her fantasy was about
to come true.  She opened the front door and saw Chuck
standing on her porch.  He was nearly six feet tall with
broad shoulders and brown hair and hazel eyes.  Jean gazed at
his dark tan and his dazzling smile.  Chuck had dressed for
the evening in a white cotton sweater and a faded pair of
black brushed-denim jeans.  Their eyes locked, and a slow
smile formed on Chuck's lips.

"C-c-come in," Jean stuttered, then quickly blushed realizing
that her emotions had gotten the better of her.  Chuck handed
her a bouquet of long-stem red roses as he stepped through
the door.  "These are for you," he said.  Jean threw her arms
around Chuck and hugged him closely to her.  "Thank you so
much," she exclaimed and she crushed her big breasts against
Chuck's chest.  Chuck looked down into Jean's eyes and
lowered his lips to tenderly kiss her waiting mouth.

"I've been waiting for this night for a long time," Chuck
started, breathing deeply.

"Me too,"  finished Jean.  "Let me go put these beautiful
flowers into a vase with some water before I drop them," she
giggled.

As she turned to walk away from him, Chuck got his first good
look at Jean.  She was slightly over 5 feet tall with wavy,
dark auburn hair reaching halfway down her back.  Her hips
were encased in a short black leather skirt and she moved as
though she was gliding on two ball bearings.  Her legs seemed
long in comparison to the rest of her body, and their sleek
perfection was accentuated by the black silk stockings and
black spiked heels she was wearing.

Chuck followed her into the kitchen and watched as she bent
over from the waist to get a vase from a cabinet beneath the
sink.  He gasped as he watched her short skirt creep slowly
up her thighs and over the tops of her stockings to expose an
inch of creamy white skin, bisected only by the lacy peach
straps of her garter belt.  Jean turned and winked at Chuck
as she caught him peeping at her.

She stood back up with the crystal vase in her hands and
proceeded to arrange the roses.  Chuck noticed that her
fingers were very slender and her nails were just the right
length for a slow scratching session during a backrub.  Chuck
watched the rising and falling of her chest under the silk
jacket she was wearing and marvelled at the size and shape of
her breasts.  They were much larger than he first imagined
and they seemed to stand straight out with firm nipples
capping each snowy cone.  Jean turned to Chuck and he looked
into her golden brown eyes and down to her extremely kissable
lips.  She moved back towards him and stood up on tip toe to
wrap her arms around his neck once again and smother his
mouth with a kiss.  Chuck reached his arms around her waist
and pulled her closely to him.

Jean licked her tongue back and forth against Chuck's lips
and he opened them in invitation.  Her tongue came into his
mouth, exploring, seeking. . . She drew her tongue back, and
opened her mouth even wider, asking for him to come and find
it.  He chased after her tongue with his own and made love to
Jean's tongue with little swirling motions.  Their breathing
was coming faster and harder now, and her arms wrapped even
tighter around Chuck.  He dropped his hands down to her
buttocks and softly rubbed and kneaded them, pulling her
pelvis even closer to his.  His cock rubbed hard against her
moist pussy and she moaned with delight into his mouth.  She
finally broke the kiss and said, "We'd better get going
before I ravage you right here in my kitchen!"


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They arrived at the club and were ushered to a little table
in the corner of the smoke-filled room.  Chuck ordered a
glass of champagne for Jean and a vodka & tonic for himself.
While the waitress was gone, Chuck moved his chair a little
closer to Jean's and rested his arm across the back of her
shoulders.  She snuggled into the crook of his arm and rested
her soft perfumed hair against him.  He slipped his hand down
slightly from her hair to stroke her neck and her ear lobes.
Jean started to purr with contentment as the waitress
returned with their drinks.

They made small talk while the band took a short break.  Jean
dropped her hand onto Chuck's knee and raked her fingernails
up his thigh.  Chuck shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his
throbbing cock fought against the teeth of his zipper.  Jean
rested her hand on top of his crotch and cupped his growing
bulge.  "Oh my," she giggled coyly, "Am I the cause of that?"
Chuck could only groan with lust as she gave his cock a quick
squeeze.

The band returned and started up a set of Top 40 Hits.
Chuck grabbed Jean's hand and pulled her to the dance
floor.  "If we had stayed like that any longer," he panted,
"I would have cum in my pants!"

Chuck and Jean danced their way across the floor to a spot
where it wasn't quite so crowded.  Chuck's eyes roamed
hungrily over Jean as he watched her silky hair whip back and
forth across her face as she danced, her breasts swaying back
and forth to the beat of the music, her hips swiveling to the
tempo.  He could feel his cock growing even larger as he
watched the object of his fantasies gyrating right there in
front of him.  Jean was also noticing Chuck's reaction and
she found her nipples getting hard as she saw the bulge
growing in his jeans.  Jean opened the button on her silk
jacket and allowed Chuck to see her big breasts even
clearer through the lacy peach camisole she was wearing.

They danced for a few songs and were about to head back to
their table when the band eased into a slow, grinding blues
number and Jean pulled Chuck close for a slow dance he'd
never forget.  They came together with Jean's arms wrapped
around Chuck's shoulders and his arms around her waist.  Jean
thrust her breasts into Chuck's chest, and he could feel her
rock-hard nipples tracing little circles on his chest.  Chuck
lowered his face to her perfumed hair and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmm!  Toujour moi, if I'm not mistaken," Chuck whispered
in her ear.  "It's one of my favorites!"  He then flicked out
his tongue and tickled her earlobe before sucking it into to
his mouth and nibbling on her delicate ear and neck.

Meantime Jean ran her fingers through Chuck's hair and ground
her pelvis into his crotch in time with the music.  Chuck
moved his hands under her short jacket and rested them
briefly upon her waist.  Jean hugged him close to her as he
raised his fingertips up her sides till just under the
swelling of her breasts.  The lights on the dance floor were
dim and the pulsing beat of the slow blues song was matched
by the pounding in both of their chests.  Chuck reached up
and touched those magnificent breasts, his hands cupping
their creamy white firmness through the silk of her camisole.
Jean felt the moisture beginning to leak out of her pussy and
saturate her peach panties.  Chuck's fingers were relentless
and he teased at her hot pink nipples until Jean thought she
would cum right there on the dance floor.

"Oh God, Chuck. . . please take me home right now. . . I
can't wait any longer!"


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Back at her apartment, Jean settled down next to Chuck on her
big over-stuffed sofa.  She had loaded her CD player with 5
hours of music, lit a few scented candles around the living
room, and opened a bottle of champagne for them to share.
She tucked her legs up under her on the sofa and turned to
face Chuck.  He held her face in his hands and passionately
kissed her lips as his hands wandered down her neck to her
shoulders and then down the front of her chest.

Jean hopped up off of the sofa as a new song began on the
stereo.  It was that same slow grinding blues number that
they had danced to at the club, only this time Jean wanted
to give Chuck his own private little dance.  She stood a few
feet away from him and started swaying her body back and
forth to the beat of the music.  She ran her hands up her
sleek thighs and over the black leather of her skirt,  she
raised one hand up to her breast and she squeezed it just
inches from his face.  Jean grinned wickedly and spun away
from Chuck's outstretched hands to stand with her back to
him.

She gathered up her long auburn hair and piled it atop her
head.  She turned around slowly, bumping and rotating her
hips in Chuck's direction.  Jean shook her hair free, and
once again turned her back on Chuck, his eyes focused on the
black leather skirt that was restraining her grinding ass.
She let her hands drop to the hem of her skirt and she slowly
began inching it higher and higher until Chuck could see the
tops of her stockings.  Jean watched him over her shoulder as
she pulled the skirt slowly higher till it was bunched up
around her waist and he was staring right at her panty-
covered bottom.  Chuck dropped his hand into his lap and
began rubbing his cock through the fabric.  Jean watched his
hand rub back and forth as she let her skirt fall back down
her legs and then turned to face him.

Jean reached her fingers up to the single button holding her
silk jacket closed, and she toyed with the button just a
moment before releasing it and letting the front of the
jacket swing open.  Jean's hands raised to her shoulders and
she slowly eased the jacket off of her shoulders and down her
arms.  She walked cat-like towards Chuck and tossed the
jacket onto the sofa next to him.

Chuck sat mesmerized as he watched Jean's body moving right
before his eyes.  He could see her big breasts swaying back
and forth under the thin lace of the camisole, like two
puppies playing under a blanket.  Her nipples were sticking
straight out -- threatening to tear a hole through her
camisole.  Jean ran her fingers along her sides and up under
her breasts.  She squeezed them tightly making her nipples
stick out even further.  Jean licked her lips as she reached
one finger inside the neckline of her camisole and teased her
aching nipples.

With an evil wink to Chuck, Jean turned her back to him again
and let her hips grind in an exaggerated fashion as she
reached around behind her to unzip her black leather skirt.
When the zipper had been tugged down all of the way, she
reached up with her fingers and released the button still
holding up her skirt.  Jean's hands pushed the black leather
over her hips and down her thighs to puddle on the floor
around her high heels.  She carefully stepped out of the
skirt and bent over from the waist to pick it up, giving
Chuck the full view of her long legs and her heart-shaped
ass.  She was now dressed only in her peach-colored silk
camisole and lacy bikini panties.  Her long legs were encased
in black silk stockings which were held in place by a tiny
peach lace garter belt.

Jean walked towards Chuck, moving her body with the music,
and she tossed her skirt onto the sofa on top of her jacket.

"My, your cock certainly looks uncomfortable in there," she
said softly. "Perhaps you'd like me to kiss it and make it
feel all better?"

Jean kicked off her black high heels and sank to her knees in
front of Chuck and reached up to unfasten his belt and
release him from the tight confines of his pants.  She tugged
his jeans and underwear down his legs and gurgled happily as
his cock sprang free, waving in the soft candlelight.  Jean
pulled off his shoes and socks and finished pulling his pants
off of his feet, leaving him naked from the waist down.

Jean's hands ran up and down Chuck's thighs.  Her fingernails
left little white trails as she playfully scratched him.  She
pressed his knees further apart and allowed her silky auburn
hair to fall across his legs.  Chuck gasped at the feel of
her hair across his thighs, and he closed his eyes and leaned
back into the sofa.  Jean lowered her lips to his legs and
began to kiss and nibble her way up and down the insides of
his thighs.  She ran her hand slowly along the inside of his
thigh until she was at the base of his shaft.  She stroked
her hand up and down his cock a few times until a drop of
pre-cum leaked from the tip of his prick.

Licking her lips, Jean flicked her tongue out to catch the
little drop, and then encircled the head of his cock with
light, feathery little licks.  Her one hand was still
stroking his meat up and down while her other hand was busy
cradling his balls -- feeling their cum-filled weight.  Jean
kissed the tip of Chuck's cock and allowed the entire head to
slide into her waiting mouth.  Chuck groaned with ecstasy and
raised his hips up off of the sofa in response to her
exquisite cocksucking.

Jean used her tongue to coat Chuck's cock with saliva and she
slowly took more and more of his shaft deeper into her throat
with each bob of her head.  Jean continued to tickle his
balls with her fingernails as she sucked Chuck's prick faster
and faster, licking and slurping with every stroke.

Chuck looked down at Jean's head bobbing up and down in his
lap and he could see her lips swallowing his cock, and feel
the heat of her breathing on his thighs.  He could also see
her breasts swinging freely beneath the thin silky material
of her camisole, and feel their weight as they crashed
against his thighs.  The air was heavy with the smell of
Jean's musky scent, and Chuck knew that he would soon have
his tongue buried in her little honey-pot.

Chuck felt that familiar tightening in his nuts, signalling
his need to release, and he began to groan with each of
Jean's strokes.  She continued taking him deep into her
throat, tickling her tonsils with the head of his cock.  Her
tongue was swirling around his shaft.

"Jean. . . I can't hold back any longer. . . . I'm going to
cum in your mouth if you don't stop!"  She slowed down her
deep-throating action just long enough to pull her lips back
till just the tip of his prick was left in her mouth.

"Fire away, lover.  I want to swallow every drop."  She
greedily slurped his shaft back into her mouth and began
furiously sucking it up and down.

Chuck dug his nails into the fabric of the sofa and thrust
his hips up into the air.  He growled like an animal as his
hot seed rushed out of his prick and down Jean's throat.  His
cum kept pumping and pumping into her mouth, and Jean did her
best to slurp down every last drop.

She lay there at his feet for a moment with his cock still
between her lips and she felt it beginning to harden again.
Jean climbed to her feet and sat next to Chuck on the sofa.
She reached for her champagne glass and drank deeply.
Meantime, Chuck's breathing had returned to normal and he
placed his hand on Jean's thigh as he gazed up into her lust-
filled eyes.

"That was the most incredible sensation I've ever felt," he
said.  "For a moment there, I thought I was going to blast
off and join the astronauts in space!"  He kissed her deeply,
and tasted some of his own come still in her mouth.

"Now it's your turn to relax, and let me do some work!"

As Jean turned to set the champagne glass on the end table,
Chuck playfully pushed her back onto the sofa.  He moved
quickly and pressed his body against hers to hold her arms
outstretched over her head.  Jean groaned as Chuck began to
nibble down the length of her neck and across her shoulders
With his one hand, he held her arms over her head, and with
his free hand, he began to run his fingers over the soft
silky fabric of her camisole.  Chuck brought his other hand
down to join in the soft caresses of her chest, and Jean
shuddered uncontrollably as Chuck's hands moved across her
swelling mounds.  His fingers found her hard nipples and he
tweaked and tugged at them through the silk as Jean gurgled
with pleasure.

Chuck grabbed the bottom of her camisole between his fingers
and slowly began to draw the silk and lace up her chest.
Jean shivered as the fabric danced across her smooth skin and
she felt her nipples growing even harder as Chuck stared at
her snow-capped peaks.  Chuck pulled the peach camisole all
the way off of Jean's arms and tossed it onto the growing
pile of her clothing that was forming at the other end of the
sofa.

Chuck began kissing his way back down her throat and across
the top of her chest.  He continued his kisses down her
cleavage and paused only briefly to inhale the scent of her
perfume from between her breasts.  Chuck's tongue began
tracing little circular patterns around her breasts, and he
sucked her nipples into his mouth, nibbling lightly on their
cherry-red tips.

He moved his kisses down her chest and ran his tongue around
her navel several times.  Jean groaned as he plunged his
tongue into her navel and flicked it back and forth.  Chuck's
hands were on her hips, and his lips continued to travel down
across her swollen belly to the top of her lacy bikini
panties.  Chuck kissed his way across the front of her
panties and pressed his nose into the very center of her vee
as he began to kiss between her thighs.  Chuck's fingers
grasped at the delicate lace of Jean's panties and he slowly
pulled them down her legs and off of her feet.  Now clad only
in her garter belt and stockings, Jean lay exposed before
Chuck's hungry gaze.

Chuck stopped to pull off his sweater and Jean ran her
fingernails over his firm stomach muscles and down his strong
back.  Chuck used his hands to separate Jean's thighs and he
moved his head between them, placing her knees over his
shoulders.  His hands roamed freely across Jean's inner
thighs and he inhaled the musky scent of her arousal.
Chuck's thumbs began creeping towards the apex of her thighs
and his fingers parted the soft hair that was growing on her
mound.  When he could see her exposed lips, Chuck gently ran
his finger down their entire length.  Jean shuddered as she
felt her body opening to him, and Chuck responded by running
his finger tenderly up and down her puffy cunt lips in search
of her clit.  As the petals unfolded, Chuck's fingers began
to dance across her swelling love button, and Jean cried out
as a quick orgasm rushed through her.

Chuck replaced his fingers with the tip of his tongue and he
continued assaulting Jean's clit with his hungry mouth.  He
lapped the flat of his tongue up and down her love button and
then circled it with just the very tip.  He eagerly sucked up
her love juices as they poured out of her honey-pot.  Chuck
used one of his thumbs to ease apart Jean's pussy lips and he
began to slow fuck his thumb in and out of her slit while his
tongue continued slurping up her juices.

Jean's fingers tugged at Chuck's hair and she ground his face
against her throbbing clit.  Chuck rolled his tongue into a
tube and pressed it into Jean's waiting pussy.  She screamed
with delight as he forced his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Chuck's fingers took up the rhythm on Jean's clit and with
his free hand, Chuck reached up and began pinching at the
nipples on her breasts.

Chuck pulled her clit between his lips and drew it out long
and taut.  Then he flicked the end of it with the tip of his
tongue, loving the way Jean was bucking up and down on the
sofa.  Chuck zigzagged his tongue up through her open pussy,
feeling the walls of her cunt squeezing down on his tongue.
Chuck's pulse was pounding in his ears as he shoved his
tongue deep into Jean's slit and then wiggled it around
inside of her.  He made his tongue flutter against her outer
lips, and then run around her clit, touching her everywhere
that mattered as he brought her closer and closer to another
orgasm.

Jean moaned continuously, a soft mewling sound of pleasure.
Her pelvis moved almost convulsively, up and down, in
circles.  Chuck's tongue was moving feverishly, mimicking the
action his cock was throbbing and aching for.  Jean arched
her back and pushed her whole open, gaping sex up into
Chuck's mouth.  "Oh, I'm there! I'm coming!  I'm
commmmmmminnnnggggg. . . . oooooooohhhhhh!"

She locked her legs against Chuck's head, as spasm after
spasm rocked her pelvis.  Chuck felt the heat of her climax
flow into his mouth, her juices even more copious than
before.  He rode with her through her convulsions and spasms,
barely moving his tongue in her pussy as she slowly and
gradually came down from her climatic peak.

When Jean was still, Chuck raised himself up onto his knees,
his throbbing cock standing out over her belly.  It was
leaking pre-cum and a drop fell on Jean smooth stomach, just
above her garter belt.  She dipped her finger into it and
smoothed it over her skin.  Her hands then reached up and
clasped his cock, stroking it, lightly caressing its full
length.  She looked up at him and said, "I want it in me,
Chuck.  I want all of it.  I want you to fill me up."  She
spread her thighs wide open and guided his cock down to her
shadowy hole.  He pushed forward, nudging the head of his
cock against her moist opening.

With a gentle pressure, Chuck pushed his cock into Jean's
hot, soaking love channel.  He moved slowly, savoring the
pleasure of first penetration.  She was very tight, and her
pussy walls grasped at his cock as he slowly sank into her,
inch by inch.  Then, with a final thrust, he was all the way
in, buried to the very base of his shaft in her warm, wet
cunt-hole.  Jean wrapped her legs around Chuck and he
could feel the texture of her silk stockings caressing his
sides and his back.  Her arms encircled his neck, and her
mouth came against his, open, wet, and loving.

Chuck withdrew about half his cock and plunged it back to the
hilt in one sharp thrust, his balls slapping against her ass.
Jean gasped and drove her tongue into his mouth, imitating
the action of his cock below.  He then started to
rhythmically move within her, pushing his cock in and out,
twisting his pelvis, thrusting and withdrawing.  She took up
the rhythm, and matched him stroke for stroke.  Jean was
breathing hard and fast, and Chuck was beginning to gasp and
pant.  She started moaning and mewling with little soft
squeals.  The whole lower portion of her body thrashed about
and her legs pulled tighter and tighter around Chuck.  Her
arms clenched tightly around his neck and her tongue was like
a wild animal working in his mouth.  She was in a sexual
frenzy, and it was pulling Chuck to the feverish edge of his
own climax.

Jean came and came and came.  The walls of her pussy clutched
at Chuck's cock.  Her pelvic muscles spasmed and shuddered,
and each small convulsive movement transferred to his
thrusting, pounding cock.  Suddenly, his cock jerked, and
great gobs of juice jetted out, causing her pussy to
overflow, and the juices to leak out onto her thighs.
"Oh God, Yes!  Give it to me!  Give it all to me!" Jean
screamed.

Chuck's orgasm went on and on, and cum still spurted out.
Gradually, he came down to just the small, feeble spurts.
Then, just the feeling of warmth as his cock remained
trapped inside of Jean soaking in their combined love juices.
He collapsed on top of her, unable to stir, feeling as though
he was turned inside-out from the massive orgasmic surge.
They were both panting, gasping for breath.  Slowly, they
came back to earth, and Chuck rolled off of her and they lay
side-by-side, holding each other, fondling, caressing, and
purrring contentedly.