"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned, shame creeping over her again.
His hands wouldn't stop. They massaged her inner thighs. They swept up and down her pantied twat. They gently massaged her flat tummy and squeezed her tits and moved all over her flaming, yearning body.
"Be a part of this, Chris," he whispered again, pressing his warm, wet lips high on her inner thigh. "I don't want you telling me afterwards that I fucked you, that I forced you. I want you to be able to say that we did it to each other."
"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned again, jittering all over, squeezing her thighs around his hand as he slipped his finger inside the legband of her panties and swept it up and down through the silky, drenched meat of her pussy-gap.
She knew what he wanted. She hated him for it, and yet she felt another emotion besides – a kind of grudging admiration. He wasn't going to let her hide at all. If she wanted to be fucked right now, she was going to have to make a positive move, take a step away from Carl's memory on her own.
She weaved her hips and ass around in circles, making her clit brush against the tip of his finger. She began to gasp. He chuckled softly and removed his finger, and she knew he'd caught her again, unwilling to let her come in such a sneaky manner.
"Ahhhhh, my God!" she gasped. "All right – all right!" She yanked her skirt up her slim waist as high as it would go. She lifted her hips, raising her tight, round ass-cheeks from the cushion. She put her hands at the sides of her slim hips and slid them downward.
Her fingers slid under the waistband and pushed. The panties foiled down her hips. They slid off her pussy-mound, baring the honey-yellow curls over it.
The nylon clung to her sticky, soaked pussy-lips and tugged gently. She lifted her legs, bending her knees. She rolled the panties down the slim, trim, long legs and let them slip from her fingers to the floor.
"There!" she gasped, lifting her head enough to look at him through hooded eyes. She put one leg over his head and rested her foot on the floor, opening her cunt to him shamelessly. "Ohhhhh, God, there! Fuck me! God, fuck me!"
Logan looked at her spread pussy. He saw the parted lips, bloated and drenched, soft and silky on the inner surfaces, pink with heat. He saw the sparse thatch of hair over her twat, and his prick pounded at the way he could look right through the covering, as if it weren't even there.
Her pubes hid nothing. Rather, they were like frosting on the delectable meat of her honeyed cunt. If her face looked young, then her cunt was even younger – like a little girl's freshly sprouting patch of fuzz.
His prick throbbed and beat. He licked his lips and stared fixedly at the sight of her youthful twat, and he scooped his hands under her naked ass, lifting her hips high.
"Ohhhh, Logan!" she gasped.
He fairly dove at her cunt. His tongue was already thrusting between his lips when his face came against her twat and his tongue speared into her gash and twirled.
"Ahhhh, God!" Chris cried, bucking upward, her cheeks tightening to hard knots in his hands.
His tongue slurped and twirled over her pussy. It darted into her watering cunt-mouth and stabbed deep through the slippery, silken folds.
"Ahhhhh – no! No! Ohhhh, don't do that, Logan! Fuck me! God, don't make me come like that! Don't suck… ahhhhhh, fuck me, hurry!"
Her pussy-mouth jittered and flapped around his tongue. Her cunt-petals sucked and pressed against his lips, returning his fevered kisses, his wild tasting of her musky twat.
He licked and slurped at her running pussy, his fingers kneading into the firm meat of her ass, his hands lifting her twat to his face and making her thighs spread wide and open.
Chris tossed and churned, her head whipping back and forth on the cushion. Her hands went to her crotch. She pushed at his head and moaned raggedly.
"Don't do that! Fuck me! Ohhhh, God, fuck me!"
Logan lifted. He watched her pussy-mouth suck and pulse and run freely. He shook his head with a short motion and blinked, as if coming out of some kind of momentary madness.
He took his prick in his hand and jacked it. He lifted his gaze from the ready, eager pussy in front of him and looked at the snapshot of Robin again. His cock throbbed to the point of eruption.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Chris cried, lifting up, her hand searching for his prick.
Logan snapped his head back from the picture. He grinned heatedly. He let her grasping fingers wrap around his prick and pull the pulsing shaft towards her open cunt.
"Ahhhh, in me – in me!" she gasped.
He leaned forward. She held the stiff shaft and, swept the pulsing head up and down her gushing gap, her hips bucking and jerking so wildly she couldn't get the broad cock-head into her shivering hole.
Logan let out a breath of air, somewhat like a sigh, and helped her, pressing forward.
"Yaaaaah!" she cried sharply.
She gasped and gasped. She felt her pussy-lips wrap around the wide head of his cock. She felt the pressure behind his hips as he bored into her cunt-tunnel.
She felt nearly virginal. It had been so long since a prick had stretched open her cunt-tunnel that she was incredibly tight around his shaft – deliciously, juicily tight.
"Oh, my God," Logan gasped softly, the sound of surprise in his voice.
"Ahhhhh, God, it's been so long!" Chris moaned under him, lifting up to meet his sliding thrust. "I didn't know my pussy would be this tight! Ohhhh, Logan fuck! Fuck!"
"For God's sake, Chris, you don't have to apologize!" he gasped heatedly.
He bore into her twat, his prick throbbing forcefully. He hadn't expected this. Not from a woman of thirty-five. Not from a baby-stretched mother's cunt. Not only did her pussy look like a little girl's pussy, it felt like one!
Slick and tight. Incredibly silky and smooth around his flaming prick. It quivered all up and down its muscular length. Her cunt-mouth gripped the root of his prick and squeezed reflexively, sucking inward, milking and shivering around his cock.
He lay against her. He felt the youthful trimness of her willowy body, the hardness of her tits. He pounded his hips against hers, and he felt pleased with the way she lifted her twat up to meet every stroke, whimpering and gasping.
He opened his mouth. He dove downward, mashing his lips against hers, sucking and drawing, making his tongue thrust between her soft lips into her hot, open mouth.
"Ohhhhh, God – God!" Chris gasped, feeling stuffed with his cock, feeling wanton and lustful with the way her thighs were wrapped around his hips.
Somehow, though, it was one thing to yield to his plunging, fucking cock, and another to feel his lips against hers and his tongue washing around inside her mouth.
That was like betrayal. She couldn't take that. Not yet.
She tore her mouth from his and turned her head to the side, not allowing him to kiss her and yet thrusting her twat up around his root and sucking along the length of his dick with her silken muscles.
She couldn't believe the sensations shooting through her body. She'd had no idea it would be like this again. She'd thought she would be able to control herself more than this, even after going without a fuck for so long.
But there was the sturdy beat of his hips against hers. She felt the pound and mash of his pubic bone against her straining, pulsing clit. She felt the long, stuffing run of his prick into her body, the withdrawal of it, the coiling of his hips for the next sliding run, and the way her pussy opened and accepted and hungered for more and more!
She felt her emotions climbing higher and higher toward that blinding peak. She felt the smoothness of her circling hips become jerky and quick with passion.
She knew suddenly that Logan had been right – that she had buried herself in some kind of hole, where it had been safe and secure with just the memories of Carl there.