"Uuuhh!" He found the erotic energy at last to reach for her pink nipple. He pinched it cruelly, but she only whined with pleasure and moved her tits closer into his reach. His hand flew from one to the other, relishing the way the hard nipples grazed his palm as they circled over him.

"You sure are excited, aren't you, Miss Pope! I bet your pussy's excited too!" He could imagine how hot and wet her eager twat must be. The thought made him want to screw. He felt a sudden irresistible urge to take control of her building sexuality… to thrust his cock deep into her moist cunt until she was mewling in ecstatic forgetfulness.

The boy wasted no time in converting his thought to deed. He pulled his cock roughly from her mouth as he sat up. She accepted meekly his decision to change the tempo of their lovemaking. She let him maneuver her around so her firm flaring ass became a bare target for his hard cock. He could feel her trembling with anticipation as he parted her ass-cheeks to make way for his rock-hard cock.

His cock-tip found the fleshy yielding opening to her cunt. At that moment, restraint totally abandoned Steve. He knew only that he had to feel his cock buried in hot wet pussy.

He thrust forward. "Uuuh…" Every time it happened, he could not believe how tight her cunt felt. The first wave of pleasure almost robbed him of his self-control. But he gritted his teeth and he hung on. Then he began to screw her.

Gwen always got particularly aroused when the boy indicated his sexual preference as masterfully as he just had. It pleased her to think she had brought him from shy and awkward to a confident skilled lover. She realized there were probably plenty of young girls around who ought to be grateful to Gwen for what she had taught him. But Gwen did not want to hear about them. When she and the boy were together, she liked to pretend there was no one in the whole world but just the two of them.