The Young Governess by Phoebe Gardener Read Free Book Online Page B

God, yessss! yessss!” she hissed, her hips suddenly and slowly beginning to rotate beneath him. The tight, wet walls of her cunt contracted possessively around the hardness of his cock as though it were frightened of losing it. He groaned as he felt the muscles deep inside her belly answering the pulsating throbs of his steel-hard shaft. He could hold himself back no longer and began a slow teasing grinding in and out between her wide spread thighs. He could feel the tightness of her clasping around him like soft warm India rubber, the walls of her cunt holding to him with an almost animal desperation as he withdrew slowly and then thrust forward again to sink his massive cock deep back down inside the young governess.
    Her pelvis beneath him began a faster rotation now, her buttocks grinding and writhing down into the hardness of the ground with a sudden abandon that took him by surprise. Mewling sounds of passion and lust escaped her lips in waves of sound that he could not understand but that his body reacted to in the instinctive rhythm of intercourse that was as old as the hills. He levered up on his toes and dropped his hands down under them to cup the full quavering mounds of her buttocks so that he could fuck deeper down into her.
    “Aaahhhhhg! Ooooooooh!” She groaned and twisted her body like a wild animal under him. Thrusting her loins up at him as he ground down into her to take the whole of his expanding cook far down inside the warm hot sheath of her vagina.
    Kate rocked in a dream world of obscene and uncontrolled lust under his pounding body. She had never in all her life, not even with Alice, felt the way she did now with his huge male hardness buried to the hilt inside her. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks and the strength of his hands as they kneaded and tore at her tender flesh as a baker’s hands roughly knead dough. She struggled to open her thighs wider, to take him deeper, but she could not. He was sunk as far into her as he could go but she wanted more.
    “Fuck harder… oh, Sir Bradley, please fuck me harder,” she gasped as she felt him begin to thrust his massive hardness into her, now with longer and longer strokes. A strange dancing delight of fire was building far down in her quivering belly that drove her churning body on and on in it’s wild quest for the delicious sensation building and building in every pore of her sweating body.
    And then it came!
    Her muscles contracted tightly around his plunging cock and she cried out wildly thinking the end was here, but soon his strong rhythmic strokes set off another explosion of delight that she had never dreamed possible. Her buttocks rotated against the carpet like a helpless ship caught in the vicious waves of a driving storm. She arched her back taught, her head buffeting against the ground, her hair fanning out, her full quivering breasts pointing to the sky, trembling and swirling in jerking circles as she quickened her movements to meet the mounting urgency she could feel pulsating through the head of his throbbing rod sunk so deep inside her hungry vagina.
    It was gentle at first, preceded by a soft, inhuman gurgle from deep within his chest. And then he let out a might roar as he withdrew and held his quivering cock over her defenceless, vulnerable torso. Hot white jets of his sperm erupted, splashing the skin of her belly and breasts with a warmth and sensation beyond all description. She could not resist snaking a hand between her legs and coaxing her battered sex, jerking her own legs uncontrollably out in the air on either side of his as a great flash of erotic fire leaped up inside her and exploded in the volcanic eruption of another orgasm for, after all, this was the fulfilment of such great expectations, and the memories of Joss and Rosie came flooding back; finally all was resolved – she knew now what the butcher’s daughter had experienced that day in the