"Sweaty" Part 3

"Sweaty" Part 3

by Julius

Copyright 2005

They sat in silence for a while.

"They say how long?” asked Matthew.

"Maybe forty-five minutes, said they're busy. Can you

wait that long?"

"I guess," Matthew said, his voice sounded doubtful.

Mitzi decided she couldn't wait that long and said,

"Come stand in front of me Matthew."

He got to his feet and moved round to face her. It was

almost dark now. She was sure nobody could see them,

shadowed by the big maple. Mitzi wasn't that sure she

cared. She put her hands on his thighs and slowly ran

them up under his shorts.

"You've got good legs Matthew, long and strong."

He shuffled awkwardly and she moved her hands to the

zipper of his shorts, found the metal tag on the

slider, lifted it and ran the zip down. It made a

soft, slow buzz as it moved. Matthew breathed in,

sounding loud in the evening air. She slid a hand into

his shorts and found his cotton briefs. She felt his

cock, stiffening under the soft fabric.

Mitzi ran her hands up his legs again and found the

waist band of the briefs. She slid them off his hips,

down his thighs until the crotch of his shorts held

them. His penis sprang out of his shorts to wave,

erect now, in front of her face.

There it was again, that lovely, strong, young cock.

Mitzi's heart seemed to beat in her throat. She felt

herself trembling. Taking his erection in her hand she

pressed her cheek against it and slowly turned her

head, moving her lips along the velvet of him.

Matthew groaned above her and she felt his hand in her

hair. Her tongue tip found his tiny slit and she gave

him a little, sucking kiss. She savoured the sweet

saltiness of his precum. Moving her mouth and his

cock, she painted her lips with his slickness. He

seemed suddenly too big for her hand and Mitzi felt a

yearning, a helpless wanting, she'd not felt in a long

forever. Mitzi was losing it.

The bright sign on the top of the car that slowed

opposite the the house was all that stopped her

fucking him right there, right then, on the lawn.

Matthew was fighting to get his zipper up. She prayed

he'd be careful as she went inside for her purse.

The pizza delivery guy held out the box and said he

was sorry he was late. His eyes never left her breasts

while she fumbled for the money and Mitzi glanced

down. The edge of her right areola peeped above the

bikini top, she was in danger of falling out of the

bra. The lad left with a big tip and a bigger grin.

The smell of the pizza drifted into her nostrils and

she heard her stomach growl, two hungers now. She

turned and reached for the door. "Let's eat," she said

over her shoulder to Matthew.

As she headed for the kitchen, swollen labia and worn

denim moved gently together; an exquisite torture. She

wanted to stop, to hold her legs tight together and

get control of herself. Mitzi wondered just how wet

she was down there. 'A pussy in torment,' she smiled

to herself. She and her pussy had been in torment,

ever since she'd first peeped in on Matthew that

afternoon.

They sat across from each other at the small kitchen

table and wolfed down pizza. Mitzi was on her third

beer and Matthew on his second. She felt a little

light headed and wasn't the least surprised to hear

herself say, though a mouthful of food, "You're going

to fuck me tonight Matthew."

Matthew choked and stared at her. His face was scarlet

as he struggled for breath or tried to contain his

embarrassment, or both.

"Will I be your first?" she asked softly.

He nodded, looking as if he wished she wasn't. He

murmured something that she didn't catch.

"That's wonderful, you can be my first ever virgin. A

first for us both, beautiful."

His eyes dropped to her breasts which rested, barely

in her bikini top, on the table. The longing in his

eyes brought a lump to her throat. He looked so young

and so desperate.

She took the last wedge from her half of the pizza and

gazed at Matthew. They should shower first she

thought. Her skin was moist and sticky, the evening

was nearly as hot as the day had been. She could smell

the musky, woman-scent of herself drifting up. Her

armpits were wet and, as if to underline the facts, a

drop of sweat trickled down into her bra. There were

still tiny pieces of grass on her forearms from the

mowing. Damn it, she was a mess - but oh god, so

horny. She squirmed on the chair and clamped her

thighs together as if to keep her heat from pouring

out.

She was too hungry for that cock, to go through

showering. Poor fidgeting Matthew was probably wishing

he could go jerk off in his basement. Perhaps not, his

eyes were fixed on her breasts and one hand was under

the table. She could see his arm moving slightly,

steadily. He was trying to comfort that lovely penis

of his.

She got up from the table and closed the blinds and

leaned over the sink. It had to be now, she had to

have him. She'd die if she waited. "Fuck me Matthew,

just like this." She reached for the snap on the

waistband and slid the zipper down, her shorts fell to

her ankles.

Mitzi turned her head to watch him. He fumbled with

shaking hands at his own shorts and presently they

went down. The briefs followed and she stared at his

waving penis as he struggled out of his tee shirt. He

was beautiful, she thought.

He bent and fumbled with his shorts and produced the

condom. It must be the one he'd had in the basement

that afternoon.

"No," she said, "no don't." Stupid she knew, but

surely this sweet virgin ........

Matthew came and stood behind her. She unsnapped her

bikini at the front and her bosom poured out, free.

One heavy breast in each sink. She inhaled her own

body odour and waved her ass at Matthew.

His hands rested on her hips and she reached awkwardly

down and back, between her legs. As if sensing what

she wanted, Matthew flexed his knees. She found and

grabbed his cock and he groaned in real pain as she

bent him down. She couldn't’t believe how hard he was.

Dipping at the waist and going up on her tip-toes to

raise her ass, she brought his cock-head to her eager

wetness. Instinct took over and he thrust. Through her

fist, into her, up and in, in one blissful plunge.

That whole, sweet, hot cock, buried in her. Her pussy

had begged for it, wept for it; now he was hers, she

his. She was filled full, opened, pierced, impaled.

She wanted to weep with the pussy-stuffed joy of it.

Matthew stayed frozen for a short eternity. "God!" he

gasped, "it's beautiful. How can it be so hot in

there, so, so ,so ?" he hadn't words.

Mitzi clenched her pussy round his cock and just held

him, utter joy on her face.

"Oh fuck ...," he exclaimed, she knew no pussy had

ever done that to him. She delighted in his surprise.

Then he withdrew; so slowly she marvelled at his

control. In again - the long sweet slide of him. Out,

until just the head of him held her labia apart. She

wondered how it must feel to have a cock and to do

that to a cunt.

His next thrust was urgent, hungry. Now it begins, she

told herself, the ride. Mitzi and Matthew and Matthew

and Mitzi, for the next infinity they were one,

focused around the fusion between her legs. God but he

was splendid. He didn't come like a boy, he fucked her

like a man, driving her time and again against the

counter as she hung onto the taps and heard her

breasts slap against the stainless steel.

She revelled in the never-ending pistoning inside her.

She got wetter and wetter until she could hear the

wetness of their loving, between her legs. Sweat

poured off her. Wet thighs slapping against her wet

ass. He was bruising her, she knew, against the edge

of the counter, but who cared, this was the first fuck

of his life.

She sensed his approaching climax as his fight for

breath got louder and then, the lights began to go on

inside her. Matthew hooked his fingers over her hip

bones and began pulling her onto him to meet his own

frantic plunges. Dear God! He was almost lifting her

off the floor. She could glimpse her breasts swinging

and jostling in the sinks. A moment of near-hysteria

caught at her as she imagined the way she must look.

"I'm ... going ... to ... come ... I'm ...going ... to

... come," one word per thrust, forced from him as he

sobbed his way to orgasm.

Mitzi was coming too. Her belly seemed to coil and

compress. Her whole being rushed inwards towards her

clutching, cock-sucking pussy. She was coming. She

began begging him to fuck her, which was silly, all

considered, but she begged anyway. Fuck her he did -

harder and harder. She felt sweat running, trickling

down her arms, over her breasts. She was going to die

she knew, this was too much for her. She was going to

die of fuck. She .......

His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt the

ripples, through his entire body it seemed, as he

flooded into her time and again.

Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cock

and then - she was turning inside out. Their orgasms

seemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumed

them both.

Matthew humped at her after he'd finished, as if to

prolong this first, sweet madness. She squirmed her

exhausted, wet body under his, as if trying to nurse

the last drops out of him with her suckling pussy.

Then they were done. They stayed there, crouched,

coupled, because there was no way to fall. Her draped

on the counter, him draped on her. They mumbled

breathless, happy nonsense and sweet superlatives. His

cock was slow to soften and she revelled in its

presence, wanting to hold it, keep it in her forever.

Finally, Mathew sank to his knees and wrapped his arms

around her legs, his cheek against her thigh. She

pushed herself upright and turned within the circle of

his arms. Mitzi looked down at him and knew he'd look

up.

He did and she saw him lick his lips, "Thank ...."

She cut him off, "Don't you dare thank me Matthew! I

did you no favours. I wanted it."

He smiled, "Okay, but..."

"I know, I know," she sighed

"Is it always like that?" he asked.

"Should always be beautiful but not always quite so

hot,” she paused and added softly, “there's gentle

too."

He got slowly to his feet and stood uncertainly in

front of her.

She took his hands and made him cup them under her

breasts. "Kiss me Matthew."

She clung to him glad of his strength at that moment.

It was a clumsy kiss but it held them in the magic a

little longer.

Mitzi felt the tickle, the trickle as her pussy gently

wept his juices. The cooling warmth of it coursed

steadily down her thigh, to her knee. It paused there

until more ran from her and then she giggled as it

raced down her calf to her ankle.

He drew away and looked at her, "What's funny?" he was

afraid she was laughing at him.

I'm leaking Matthew," she giggled again, "I'm leaking

Matthew, Matthew."

"Let's go, we need to shower," she told him and took

his hand.

"We?"

"I'm not letting you out of my sight Matthew. We've

got to play some more."

Her pussy wept another cum tear down her thigh. Mitzi

had plans for Matthew's cock.

cont'd ........................