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I spread my legs a little, letting Jim know that it was okay for him to delve deeper. I wondered if it was his first time probing a cunt with his tongue. Reticent at first, he sniffed like a puppy tentatively encountering something new for the first time, trying to work out what it is and whether he likes it. But when his tongue flicked against my clitoris, he saw and felt my whole cunt spasm appreciatively under his touch. Once he'd seen what his tongue was doing to me, he got a taste for pussy, and there was no stopping him after that. He darted all over my clit, then stiffened his tongue and gently inserted the tip into my pussy. My thighs were trembling on either side of his face. It was so intense I wondered if I might come there and then. While that would have been so easy and delicious, I wanted to come around his dick, to have that solid rod of youthful flesh inside me when it happened.

"That's so good, Jim," I told him, pulling him up by his hair. His face shone with my juices, and he looked pleased, like a kid who's just been given a gold star by a teacher he has a crush on. "But I'd like you inside me now."

I let go of Jim's hair, turned around so that I was facedown on the hood of the car, and eagerly anticipated his fleshy spear. The fumbling of Jim's fingers on his belt buckle bought me some time to calm my pulse and make furtive eye contact with Paul. His dick quivered in his fist, and he was stroking himself real slow, tugging at his balls. I know he always does this when he's trying to keep himself from coming, trying to eke out the pleasure, and I was satisfied that he was enjoying this experience as much as I was. I felt the soft warm tip of Jim's prick poking around at my thighs, trying to locate my opening. He jabbed at my ass, which felt delicious, and any other day I'd have loved more of it, but right then it was my hungry cunt that needed to be satisfied. I raised my hips a little, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and when I heard him gasp, I knew he'd seen the pink hole, ready and waiting for him. My tits were pressed down on the hood of the car, pleasantly squashed beneath me when Jim finally penetrated me. It was bigger and fatter than I thought-the first cock, apart from Paul's, I'd had inside me for years. I could hear Jim's high, tight balls slapping on his thighs and mine as he pounded my pussy, screwing his dick all the way in, pulling it out, skewering me again, until I felt overwhelmed with the fullness of it.

Confident now, Jim pulled me back by my hips, ripped his dick out of me mercilessly so that it tugged my tender flesh, flipped me over, and threw me back down on the hood. We were face to face, and I could see Jim's dick for the first time. His jeans were only down as far as his hips, and his cock was the crowning glory of an almost unbearably perfect body. Jim was like an ancient Greek ideal of male physical perfection: long, lean, and athletic, with hips that tapered in at the tops of his thighs. His cock and balls were the same light tan color as the rest of his body, his full bush the only patch of hair-even what I saw of his legs was smooth and hairless. For some reason I found this an incredible turn-on. I was enjoying the view too much to look at Paul, but I wondered what he was thinking as he saw the two of us. Was Paul horny for this fit young man, or for me, or for the dynamite combination of both of us?

Jim's expression was deadly serious. His hands were on the inside of my thighs, forcing them as wide apart as they could go. I knew he could see a dripping slit and an eager, erect clit both competing for his attention. He bent down to play with my breasts, not suckling or gently cupping them as a man of greater experience would have done but frantically shaking them, mauling them, transfixed by the way they moved like jelly on a plate. It felt exhilarating, but I needed him inside me. I reached up to Jim, placed a hand on each of those snaky hips, and pulled his pelvis toward mine, guiding his pulsing hard-on toward my sopping gash. He slid in easily this time, and penetration was twice as delicious and intense the second time around, because this way he was at just the right angle for the top of his dick to massage my clit. He banged harder at first but soon worked out from my moans and my reactions that the way to get me off-and to stop him coming too soon as well-was to exchange this pounding for a slow twist and grind of the hip bones. These gentle undulations did more to propel me toward orgasm than anything else. I felt the preorgasmic convulsions rock my body and I relaxed; it was going to happen.