To be young and to be loved! It was a marvelous thought, and an even more marvelous reality to Arden Smith, sixteen years old and married for just three days. She said it out loud, knowing it would please Joe who stood looking down at her.
"To be young and to be loved!"
Joe smiled at her. She was beautiful. Her pink-nippled breasts were full and firm, just right for her slender body. Her long, straight brown hair tumbled around her face. On her gently rounded young belly, the triangle of shining cunt hair was the same shade of bright brown.
But Mrs. Joe Smith, hot and craving between her strong thighs, in that deep and hidden young cunt, didn't think of her own beauty. She looked up at Joe, tall and muscular, his face ruggedly good-looking. And she looked at his thick cock.
"Oh, Joe," she cried. "I mean to be young and to be loved and to be a girl! Because if I weren't a girl, I wouldn't be loved by a guy with such a beautiful cock!"
And just seeing it hanging there between Joe's legs was beautiful and marvelous, too. She felt itchy and crawly-full of cum-juice, away up inside her pussy. It was leaking out now. She felt a tickling sensation in her cunt lips, a coolness down in the crack of her ass. She felt like a woman grown, not like a know-nothing sixteen-year-old kid. Like a grown woman who has been married for three days, lying naked and warm in a motel and holding up her arms to her husband.
He smiled down at her and one of his big hands stroked his cock and pointed it at her playfully. His face was craggy, his bare body tall and tough-looking. All muscles and bones. She was so thrilled at the sight of him that she involuntarily moved her entire body toward him as a sensual shudder went through her young body. She wondered if she would ever get used to being close to a naked man, a full-grown man with hair all over his muscular chest and legs and with a thick, dark nest of it around the base of his cock.
She reached for it spasmodically and he smiled and moved closer to let her hold it and look at it. It was unbelievable to find a girl of sixteen who had had no sexual experience. Especially such a beautiful girl and one with such a warm and naturally loving nature.
"Oh, wow! Is this ever something," she whispered, holding the handful of warm meat and soft skin to her cheek. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing a little faster. For a moment, Joe Smith was afraid she would try to put it in her mouth. He was relieved that she didn't. That was something he would teach her later.
She quickly edged over as he sat on the bed but she did not release his prick. He turned slightly and put his big hand between her thighs, laughing as she automatically pressed them together. He saw it for what it was, a young girl's natural defense against man... not a particular man, but against man, the despoiler of fair young maidens.
In a couple of heartbeats she relaxed and opened her legs, as unconsciously as she had closed them. His hand went up to the fine-haired softness of her cunt. His fingers slipped easily into the itchy wetness and drippy sweetness of her girlish vagina.
"Baby," he whispered, "you really are gorgeous! How much of this juice do you distill every day in that hot little hole of yours? A quart? I love it!"
He made a gesture that was at once comical and shocking and intensely hot-making to her. He put his shiny-wet fingers up to his nose and then to his lips. He sniffed appreciatively and then licked them!
"Joe!" she cried. "You kill me when you do that!" She turned her slender, strong young body toward him in a violent burst of love and desire. "Is that the next thing you're going to teach me? That husbands actually do kiss those nasty old things?" She was writhing against him, very close to a cum.
"Firecracker," he whispered softly. "Do you want it again? You trying to fuck me to death? That's the trouble when an old man marries a hot young kid!"
He rolled her on her back again, but she got part way up on her elbows and bumped her hips up and down in invitation.
He put his fingers into her again, into the flowing slickness of her thick-lipped, young twat. She squirmed and moaned with the delight and beauty of the hard sensuality of it. His two fingers were almost as big and brutally pleasing as his cock. He moved them in and out, making a softly sucking whisper as her cunt-nectar pumped out. Oh, Joe knew what to do.
She humped her entire body up as he hooked the fingers under her pubic arch, lifting hard against the softness of the interior pad of tissue. To Arden, half out of her mind with love and sensuality, it was a simply crazy sort of wonderful pain. But not hurting, not really hurting. Just a hot pressure that struck all through her.
Suddenly she rolled her body on his fingers and clutched at his hairy forearm as though trying to pull it deeper up her hot little pussy. Her eyes were wide open but focused on something far away, her breath coming out in sharply vibrant gasps that were like groans. She held his arm and shook violently for a few seconds while the young muscles inside her cunt worked and writhed and sucked on her husband's fingers.
When her body went slack it settled back on to the bed. Her ass had been four inches up off the mattress and she was panting like a long distance runner. She let go of her husband's arm and his cum-drenched fingers came out of her cunt with a barely audible sucking noise.
"Glee, Joe," she whispered, smiling tremulously, "I didn't know how ready I was. I was kidding about you kissing me there," she said half apologetically. "It almost drove me out of my mind. But you wouldn't really do that, would you?"
He was having trouble with his own breathing and his cock was as hard as it would ever get. "I'll do what I want when I want, Arden baby," he said hoarsely. "Roll over on your belly. There, like that," he said, and sat up beside her to look down into the moist cleft between her buttocks. He ran his hand over the twin globes, letting his fingers slide down to touch her pink, squeezed-in ass-hole.
He had made her cum on his fingers. He was moved intensely by her capacity for heat and love. There was a film of cunt ooze in the crease of her ass, proof of her generous inner flow. Her flushed young face was on her crossed palms so that she could see what Joe was doing. Once again he licked his fingers free of the lovely fluid distilled in her vagina. And once against the sight raised a fire in the young girl so that her body moved involuntarily.
"Open up a little, baby," Joe said, his voice still a bit ragged. "Get your legs wider apart. Yeah. Like that. Lovely!"
He put his hand along the smoothness and warmth of her inner thighs. He moved it up until his thumb touched her pouting cunt lips. A man surveying his own property. He liked what he saw. His big hand moved under her, into the fine hair on her softly padded mound. Where his thumb touched, the hair was sopping wet with her clear, slick cum-juice.
He moved his hand up until his palm rested on her round buttock. His middle finger moved gently in the ring of muscle that marked the entry into her cunt. She responded at once, moving her body from side to side.
"Hold still," he said.
He pushed inside the wet folds, pressing on her hard, girlish cervix. It was smaller than it would be when she was older and more sensitive. "I'm going to give you a new feeling," he said, and pressed hard against the firmly anchored mouth of her immature womb.
"Hey!" the girl said, sounding alarmed. Then she laughed and said: "That's pretty good. It's kind of like the way it felt a couple of times the night we married. What is it?"
He shifted slightly so that his rigid cock would not rasp against his leg. Not that he feared a premature ejaculation. Not even in this sweet little pussy, tight as it was with the resilience of extreme youth. But he liked the feel of mastery over a woman that came with long fucking. He was going to fuck her. A long time. A beautiful little piece! She deserved the best he could give her. He answered her question.
"That's your cervix, baby. The mouth of your womb. Where babies come from."
"I hope not for a while," the girl said, but her voice was tender. "I want to have your babies, Joe. But not until we've had all the loving we want. All the fucking." She shivered with anticipation. "Joe, are you going to fuck me now?"
Her voice was humble, a plea for his cock. Finger-fucking was wonderful but it wasn't the real thing. He forgot his momentary irritation at her mention of babies. Her asking for a fuck made him forget it.
"Get a pillow," he said. His voice was tense. "Put it under your belly. Great! Your ass is lovely, baby!"
"Joe," she asked, and her voice was frightened. "You're not going to stick it in my other little hole, are you? In my ass, I mean? I know you can if you want to, Joe. I'm your wife. But you're so big!"
Joe laughed and slapped her playfully on her rounded little rump. "You've been telling me for days that you intend to do everything you can to make our marriage a success. Suppose I'm queer for asshole fucking. What then?"
She wiggled her beautiful little butt and laughed.
"There you go," she said. "Pinning me down. Oh, Joe, I don't believe that any girl's really scared of that. Not with the man she loves. Go ahead if you want. I was only kidding." She gave her rump another twist. "I'll bet I'll love it!"
He got between her young thighs and his heart was pounding far harder and faster than he would have expected. The inner part of her cunt was plain to see. Heat had swollen her inner labia to such fullness that they pushed the outer lips open. The shell-pink convolutions, usually creased like the lips of her mouth, were now so filled with engorged blood that they were slick and smooth. They were a deeper pink, too. Almost red with the network of surface veins that crisscrossed all over the inner surface of her pussy.
He was about to tell her to raise her body when an old instinct gave her the same orders. As she raised her behind, the space between her thighs and her buttocks became much wider. Her cunt now seemed wider open than ever with the tiny darkness that marked the entrance into her aching pussy making faint, fluttering movements.
"God damn!" he groaned as his big tool went in a couple of inches and seemed to hang up. "Jesus, you're tight!"
She was making small animal cries and shoving back at him as if she were trying to nibble her way back up his prick.
"Push, Joe!" she choked. "Oh, God, honey! shove it in! Oh, you're so big! Ohhhh!" She shook as she had on his fingers, squirming like a hooked fish. "Oh, God! AAAaaarrrgggghh! I'm cumming! Oh, darling! Darling Joe! Fuck me, darling!"
Her body went soft and slack again and she fell to the bed, her hips and belly and cunt and thighs resting on the big pillow. Joe went with her, and his cock slipped in further as he felt the wet flow of new cunt-juice around it. She reached a smooth little paw back to pat his muscular ass and made happy little sounds.
"I feel you hitting my whatchacallem, Joe," she whispered. "My cervix. You were hitting it when I began to cum. Oh, that was a lovely one!" She wiggled her entire body, and her strong young ass went from side to side in a way that gave her husband's hard and sensitive cock a sweet massage.
He drew out and fucked back into her carefully but firmly, feeling the pinch of her womb's mouth as he passed it. He struck the end of her sheath and kept pushing. It would stretch, and this sense of raping pressure would be like sexual wine to his young wife.
After six or seven of these long strokes, Arden began to raise her ass to meet him, unconsciously twisting her body to give them both the maximum of pleasure. The head of his cock was tight with blood and bathed in the pain and beauty of imminent orgasm.
He raised himself so he could look down and see his long, thick column penetrating her cunt. There was enough friction so that each pull-out brought the upper part of her cunt's lining into view, pink and slickly streaming.
Each time he socked it back in, the thickness of his cock dragged this pink mass of lovely softness back in. With the final two inches, even her thick and hairy outer lips were forced into the gripping entrance. There was a delirious kind of pain involved for Joe as the tightness and pressure pulled his foreskin almost to the tearing point. He knew that a similar stab of lovely anguish was affecting Arden.
He could watch the joining only for a moment or two if he was to maintain control over his coming orgasm. The sight of the swollen young pussy with its pink softness being entered by his cock created such heat that he would have cum in another minute or two.
Sooner or later, he would be forced to such lascivious voyeur tricks to keep his erection up, even to cum. But for now it was sufficient to have this incredibly lovely young body so completely subservient to him and his desires. And to have this sweet young mind so anxious to agree with whatever kinks his needs might devise.
The girl was heaving back against him and her body was swinging from side to side in the same rhythmic twist as before. He was making her cum again and he marveled at the native heat in this child, so recently a virgin. Timing his stroke, he was deliberately driving his cock into her as she raised her smooth young ass toward him. With each thrust he experienced that solid jar as his cockhead struck her cervix and brought up short against the end of her vagina.
Her hands were clawing at the bed, not so wildly as before. Her voice was muffled by contact with the bed, but he could make out her plea:
"Fuck me, Joe, darling! Oh, Joe, it's so beautiful!"
From his position above her he could see that her soft but firm breasts were pressed out on each side of her and he shoved his hands under them. The pressure and pain of this mauling grasp made the girl scream into the muffling folds of the sheets and blanket. The sensation must have been sexually fiery for her body thrashed against Joe's sweated belly and his throbbing cock.
As he felt the flutter and kiss of cunt muscles deep inside his bride, Joe very carefully held himself in control. He moved his hard prick gently, grinding his body against the super-sensitized areas at the opening into her pussy so that he achieved a hard massage to every inch of her cunt walls. As he knew she would, she began to cum again.
This time it seemed more difficult for her, and there was a note of pleading in her inarticulate cries. Above her, Joe grinned in satisfaction. It felt wonderful to be in her tight little pussy, and it felt even more wonderful that he had the capacity to make her cunt exhaust itself with cumming on his masterful cock.
He stopped all motion and put his face down beside hers.
"How is it, baby?" he whispered. "How do you like Papa Joe's special rear-end fuck?"
The sweet young face turned toward his, streaked with sweat. Perhaps with tears. If so, they were tears of joy and completion. Joe was sure of that.
The girl was making kissing motions with her lips, and he moved so that their mouths joined. It was a sweet surprise. With a burst of action, she sucked his tongue into her mouth and wrapped her own around it. The caress was both tender and fierce, and Joe's entire body responded. He was always surprised to detect any tenderness in himself. But it was here, at this moment.
He relaxed and let her tongue take his, knowing how much it pleased her to hold any initiative in their screwing. His hands still held her breasts but with more tenderness. His cock continued to swell and throb in her warm and clasping cunt and he thought: She may be just a baby, but she's the hottest baby in California!
He was so anxious to get to another part of her education that he rolled on his side, keeping his cock in her and carrying her with him. Her body was against his but now it was in a spoon-fashion position. He was so much taller than she, over six feet by a couple of inches while she was perhaps five-six that his head was still even with hers even when she was fitted into the curve of his body. And his cock was long enough that it was deep inside her, nestled against her womb in this curved position.
"Joe," she whispered, "Joe! Is this all right for you? I got so excited I didn't even know if you were cumming." She put a hand behind them both and caressed his hard buttocks.
She let out a long breath and her body bumped suddenly against his.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I'm still trying to cum! Joe, is it all right for me to cum this much? Will it kill me? I just feel so cummy, so hot inside!"
She pressed his hand against her breasts, feeling the lovely and painful itch of sexual fire run from their tender sensitivity down to the more explicit heat in her pussy.
Her strong and slender young body shook wildly in a small aftershock of orgasm, with a reactive flurry of inner muscle in the slick darkness of her cunt.
She moved her hand to stroke her husband's face, and he grinned behind her back as he thought with a gut-deep pleasure of all that he would teach her.
"Arden baby?" he whispered. "Do you want to rest? Do you want me to take it out?" He had his face against her neck, and the clean smell of her hair and scalp was so sweet that he felt a rush of genuine affection for her.
"Little girl," he whispered fondly. It seemed extremely lustful that she was in fact a little girl and that he had his cock in her and was fucking her.
"I don't know whether I want you to take it out or not, Joe," she said seriously. "I feel that I really have all I need. And I don't want to kill you. After all," she said with a school-girlish laugh, "you were talking about being an old man."
She pulled his hand up to her mouth and kissed it feverishly.
"Oh, Joey, I'm the luckiest girl in all the world!" she cried brokenly. "To have someone like you to love me and take care of me! Yes, Joe, take it out! I want to kiss you!"
She moved away from him so that his dripping cock came out of her and she cried out: "Oh, it hurts when you take it out of me! It feels so empty!"
And then she was turned around and was all over him, kissing his face and eyes and lips. She was sobbing but it was a wildly happy sound. In an odd sort of way she seemed more grown up than he had felt. But also more of a child.
She began kissing him on the chest and arms and was kissing his belly and holding bis cock when he stopped her, pulling her up so that he could kiss her mouth.
"No hurry, baby," he said with a smile. "Let's save a few things for later."
She sat up and looked at him admiringly. Her body was absolutely beautiful, in such streamlined opulence that Joe felt for a moment that he might never get enough of her. "You're too much," he said.
She looked at him with all the love in her heart showing in her face. Looking at his big features which seemed so masculine and strong to her. At his dark hair, his dark eyes. And always she looked at his body, because its big-boned strength seemed to her to be the real basis of a real man. Her security.
There was a little bit of gray in the dark hair at his temples and in his heavy sideburns. If it weren't for that he certainly wouldn't look the thirty-five years which he was. Somehow, although it was more than twice her own age, thirty-five didn't seem so old to Arden any more. Once you love a man and especially once he's fucked you, his age doesn't matter.
The warmth in her heart made her come closer to him.
"Joe," she whispered against his face. "You didn't cum. Do you want to? Was it something I said? Or did?"
He felt lovingly of her breast, squeezing it out to a point and sucking on the nipple. "Don't be silly, hon," he said. "Eight times in three days is pretty good for a guy my age!" He put his hands around her, on the softly muscled ass.
"I still can't believe that a chick like you could live in California for sixteen years and still have a cherry," he said. "I mean, and be as hot as you are. When I saw you in that damned parade in Santa Barbara, I damn near creamed my tights!"
Cuddled against him, Arden laughed happily. "A lot of guys tried to date me, Joe," she said. "I don't know why I never liked any of them. But when you started walking along the line of the parade, and I thought it might be me you were looking at like that well, I felt the same as you did."
He let her go suddenly and stood up. "Let's get dressed and go out for a steak," he said. "All that action makes me hungry." he looked worried for a couple of seconds and said: "Have you talked to your folks since we left Centerville?"
She looked at him in amazement. "Of course not," she said. "Why would I call them?"
He stuck out his lower lip and turned his hands up, a gesture of mental uncertainty. "I don't know," he answered. "Maybe I was worrying that they might come after you."
"No way," she replied and laughed. "I left a note. 'I'm getting married,' it said. If my dad ever got his nose out of his books or my mom ever got sober, they might worry." She looked at him from under her long lashes. "What's to worry about, Joe?" she asked. "After all, we're married."
He was glad of it, too. He hadn't been lying when he said he had wanted her from the moment he saw her. The majorette uniform had emphasized the innocent sexuality that seemed to follow her like a cunt-pink cloud. To be sure, every California beach has a hundred or more slim and sexy-looking sprites in their teens, looking more naked in their tiny bikinis than if they were stark nude. But Arden had just the least bit more maturity in the size and shape of her thighs and in the inviting extra pound or two in her rump. There was just a bit more breast, not moo-cow stuff but enough size to call attention to their ripely curved weight.
He laughed aloud, suddenly feeling happier and more secure than he had in years. "You're goddamn right we're married, chickie," he said. "You're mine and I'm yours. And if I want to fuck you all night long, all the nosey daddies and mommies in the God damn universe can't stop me, right?"
She came to stand next to him, rubbing against him like a friendly kitten. "It's more than that, Joe," she said. "I can't go home. Ever. And they won't come after me." She looked up at him with so much love that he turned away embarrassed. "If they did, I'd kill 'em!" she said fiercely.
When they got in the Buick, Joe asked, "What do you feel like eating? Steak? Seafood? Mexican food?"
She was sitting on her left hip, her left leg curled under her. She had on cut-off Levi's, skin-tight. The swell of her thigh in the strictly juvenile attire reminded Joe that, for all the fun they'd had, he still hadn't cum. Not that it made that much difference to a man of thirty-five... one who feels as if he's been screwing constantly for three days. But it looked beautiful, and he laid his big warm hand on the firmness, near her crotch.
She put her hand on his. "Mmmmm!" she breathed. "How I love it when you touch me down there!"
He laughed, moving his hand back and spreading it over the smooth roundness of her belly. There was a quickening in her body, and the warm smell of hot young cunt was very close and exciting in the confines of the car. He thought of the pinkly dripping young pussy which he had deflowered only two nights ago, and his tongue hardened.
"When we get back from eating," he said, "I'm going to eat you! I'll suck up all that wonderful juice in your cunt!"
She stiffened and closed her eyes.
"Oh, Joe!" she cried brokenly. "I know you don't mean that! That's a terrible thing to do! But I love to hear you say it!"
He thought of her as she had been the first time he kissed her, the first time he held her in his arms. He had had a hard-on, and her tender belly had pressed against it. He had not known she was a virgin and had thought she was putting him on when she said, "Ooooh, golly! That's pretty scary!"
Now, knowing how hot she was, he still had to believe that, in her comparative innocence, she thought of cunt-sucking as a depraved act. What a pleasure to show her how much she would love a little depravity, once she got used to it!
Chapter Two
It wasn't a great restaurant but it was a good one. The management wasn't trying to pad profits by pushing poor quality. Nor by hiring cheap help. The chef knew his stuff. The steaks were exactly right, blood-rare for Joe, medium for Arden. Rare meat kept a man's balls filled with cum, in Joe's opinion. And that red-haired waitress was okay, too. What a pair of jugs! Probably a real red head, too. That low cut blouse that showed her body all the way to her waistline also showed that wonderful set of titties, and they were milky-white. Typical red-headed skin, with tiny blue veins making them seem just right for licking and squeezing.
"You should have let me get a hamburger, Joey," Arden whispered. "I don't need a seven-dollar steak."
"Shut up and eat, kid," Joe replied in gruff good humor. "I start work tomorrow, and I'll be making all we need. Oh, Miss!" he called to the waitress, giving her his best smile. "May I have my coffee heated?"
He watched her lean over a table to get a pot of coffee. The tiny skirt seemed to be right at her ass even when she was standing, and he hoped to see at least the strap of her nylon panties. He got another good look at those unbelievable knockers, fancying he could see the gleam of perspiration on their voluptuous surfaces. He wished he had his face between them, rubbing it from side to side. He would mash them with his cheeks, make those darkly pink nipples swell up and turn deep red. Then he'd chew on them until she begged him to fuck her.
He became aware that Arden was shaking his arm and the fantasy left him. The redhead was standing back from the table with her pad of checks in one hand, pencil in the other.
"The lady's asking if we want dessert, Joe," Arden said. The flashy redhead looked quietly amused. She knew damn well that Joe had been looking down to her navel, he knew that. To make her understand that though he might look but didn't need her, Joe put his arm around Arden and drew her close.
"If my little doll wants dessert, we'll have a little," he leered up at the waitress. "I promised her some tonight."
"Oh, no! Thanks just the same! I couldn't eat another bite, Joe, honest!" She looked up at the waitress, who gave her a big smile.
"Okay, honey," the woman said. "I'm sure if you decide later that you want some, your daddy will see you get it!"
She gave them both a wink and a smile and totaled up the check for Joe. "Man!" she muttered to herself. "That's a guy with his mind right up that kid's twat! A horny guy, all right!" She cupped one hand under her breast, inclined to feel a slight tingle, his look had been so hungry. "Whatever she's got, it hasn't used him up," she whispered, leaning over the table to start assembling dishes for the bus boy.
In the car, Joe was in a wonderful humor. "Nice joint," he said, and leaned down to kiss Arden, conscious of the perfume from her body. He fumbled her shirt open and laughed as her young breasts tumbled out, their nipples firm and hard.
"Hey, baby," he said huskily, kissing one of the grainy little lumps of darker tissue on her soft breast. "How come these little titties have a hard-on?" He sucked hard, making her body straighten out in excitement.
"That waitress had nice, uh, titties," Arden observed, glad that she had used the vulgar slang. It was what Joe had been trying to teach her. "Quit talking like a scared little kid," he had told her. "Say 'cock' if you mean cock. Say 'cunt' when that's what you're talking about." Even in such a short time, she was learning. It made her glad. Whatever Joe wanted was good enough for her.
She thought of something else. "All I meant about the steak was that I want to watch your money, Joe," she said in a small voice. "I want to be a good wife. You know that."
He had started the car and he had his arm around her, fondling the soft weight of her breasts.
"By God, baby, you're sure as hell acting like a wife," he said, still good-humored. "Noticing that I looked down that hasher's dress, and then saving my money!" he laughed sharply. "When I pass up a chance to look at another woman's body, I'll be too old to do you any good. Do you want that?"
In childish confidence, in joy that she was engaged in such adult conversation, Arden clung to her husband's arm.
"Look all you want, Joey," she said smugly. "Just as long as I know it stops there."
She thought of something else. "That was great, when you said to that waitress that we'd have a little, and that you'd promised me some. Oh, Joe, you and that sense of humor! You're so great!" She put her hand in his crotch and what she found there made her exclaim in joy.
"Joe, you want me to open up your pants and let him out?" she asked, her eyes bright. "Wow! What a hard-on!"
He eased his body forward, letting her get at his zipper, pleased that she was so avid for his cock, for sex of any kind. A good learner, for sure.
"Handle it easy, baby," he said. "We're almost home. I've got a treat for you!"
They stripped in a hurry, and Arden looked with wonder and delight at her husband's cock. Virgin or not, she knew enough to compare. On a couple of dates, the boys had tried to get in at least some heavy petting.-One had persuaded her to handle his cock and had shot off all over her. And on a couple of occasions, in the deep quiet of the night when her parents had supposed she was asleep, she had seen her father's tool in complete erection. See one and you've seen them all? No, sir! Joe's was big, big, big!
Suddenly, with her face flaming and her body turning to fire, she had the horrid idea that she wanted to suck it. To take it in her mouth, to get it clear down her throat if possible. To taste the rankness that made it smell so marvelous. And that was a horrid, perverted idea... Wasn't it?
She had her face screwed up tight, trying to swallow the flood of saliva that filled her mouth as she thought of that giant dick going into her mouth. Ugh! How horrible! And yet how incredibly marvelous to think of!
She knew, of course, that women did this, that high school girls did it and laughed about it in the locker rooms, in the toilets, with their panties down, sometimes, or naked under the showers after Phys Ed.
To hide the flush of guilt on her face as she wallowed in this sinful thought, she threw her arms around her husband's waist. Her face was against his crotch, her cheek pressing his hard peter against his belly. And the strong male smell of his sweated crotch and ass was simply devastating.
Thoughtfully, he removed her arms and got his hands down on her breasts. They were swollen and extra firm and her nipples were hard and three times as large as normal. Good. It was fantastic to have a girl this beautiful who had brought him a maidenhead. It was marvelous to have her so hot, in spite of her sudden fits of hampering morality. And it was ten times as much fun to own her, to have her so crazy about him, because that made it ten times more fun to force her to do the things her childish, stupid morality forbid.
He kissed her hard, sucking in the sweetness of her spit and the slickness of her tongue. He let her go for a moment to look into her face.
"Oh, God, Joe," she gasped weakly, "what do you want me to do? Oh, Joe, I'm so hot! I feel weak all over!"
She fell back helplessly on the bed, and her soft, young hand moved to her cunt. Her eyes were hazed over with the combination of guilt and lust that made fucking her so much fun for Joe. And now he would do something else. So simple, really. But to her it would be a very big thing.
"Lie on your back, baby," he ordered, his voice gone husky with the tension of a new rise of lust. "Get your legs way up, and now back to your shoulders. There, that's it. Put your hands under your knees so you can pull your thighs apart and hold 'em back!"
The girl groaned with the delight of making herself so open for her Joe. The warm room temperature felt chilly on the steaming inner lips of her young cunt, she was so hot and her twat was so spread apart.
"Joe!" she cried. "Are you going to get on top of me this way? Joe, I'm just like wide open! Will it hurt me?"
The musky, human scent of her sweet little pussy made Joe's nuts ache with desire. "I never get tired of fucking you, Arden baby," he said. And for this moment he meant it. She was so young, so sweet. And so tight!
He began to edge up on his knees, looking down into the pink rosette of her writhing inner lips, shining with their slick, sweet juice. Just below them he saw her tiny little hole, and its muscles were working so that it looked like a baby's lips trying to suck its mother's breast. Working, sucking. And from this baby hole, this pink and sucking little closure, the clear cunt fluid was oozing out to form a wet and sticky rivulet down into her asshole.
"Open your cunt and shut your eyes," he said, "and Papa Joe will give you something to make you wise!" There was a pulse beating all through Arden's responsive young body. Her breath was fast, her heart beat faster.
"I'm on fire, Joe," she breathed, still fingering her clit, getting her knuckles wet with the juice from her body. "Please, Joe, give me your cock!"
She had an unusually big clitoris, and one that did not "go into hiding" after a hard cum as so many clits do. It was straining at its thin, semi-transparent cloak of membrane, and it was sending electric messages of lust and desire to all the area around it and deep into Arden's body.
All at once, Arden strained her body up to where she thought her husband's hard prick might be ready to pierce her. She felt a hot, slick pressure on her tenderest spot. It was light at first, then very hard, and suddenly there was an inner pressure that was driving her mad with feeling. It wasn't like Joe fingering her clit or stretching her cunt with his hard cock. It was different, as if her pussy were being turned inside out. And she knew instinctively what it was.
She let go her legs, trying to get them down, trying to buck against his invasion, but now he had her by the ankles. He held her legs back, held her cunt open. And his tongue plunged into her over and over. It wasn't as big as his cock. It didn't stretch her tender pussy's opening. But oh, how marvelous it felt!
"Stop! Stop! Oh, Joe, you mustn't!" She was screaming as loud as she could but she couldn't hear it, and all at once she knew that her screams were all internal. She was locked in a deadly fear of punishment for this sin of sins, this horror of having her cunt sucked! Not even her mother, in her most brutally frank discussions of sex and its dangers, had ever talked about this.
And all the while that this confusion was stirring in her mind, she was picturing how it must look, her big and handsome husband with the distinguished touch of gray at his temples, with his face buried in her open pussy. Parting the long, curly brown hair. Thick lips working in her thick and hairy lips.
"OHHHHH! OHHHH GOD!"
He was sucking on the hole again, pulling her cunt walls together.
She had stopped beating on his head. The itch of cumming was beginning to grow. Between her cunt lips, around her clit.
"Why don't you bite my clit, Joe?" she tried to scream, but it was only a whimper.
"I'm cumming! I'm CUUMMMIINNGGG!" she screamed, but it was only a croak, and she let all her power go into pushing out her twat, trying to give it all to her husband's kissing mouth.
She felt sweat on her belly, felt the cunt-ooze flow from her sweltering hole. This gift, so horrible! Now it was so beautiful! Better than fucking. Better than heaven. Better than, than what? The heat of orgasm died down and her tenderness was a scream of pain between her legs. And between her cunt lips.
"Please, Joe," she begged, barely able to whisper. "Please let me get some rest!"
But he began to lick again, right against the tremendously sore and aching and loving clitoris. Right where it hurt the most and felt the best. And suddenly, beyond her powers to prevent it, even if she had wanted to, she began to cum again. And could not stop. But the waves were weaker now, although they shook her body as before. All she could do now was to cry and to roll her body in this daze of pleasure that had become too much for her. And in a wild dream of herself she saw and realized that she loved this. Sucking cunts was a beautiful, moral thing to do. Having Joe's tongue in her cunt, having him suck it until its achingly tender walls came together, was a gift of God. Fuck her mother and all her stupid teachings.
Her body gave a great, sighing shudder and she went limp all over, and Joe just as suddenly let go her ankles and let her aching legs come down. They were spread wide open, almost at right angles to her body. Her cunt was quivering with a deep response which she was unable to control. Her eyes would not focus, but at last she was able to make out Joe's face above hers, and he was smiling. All of the lower part of his face was shining and wet. My cunt juice, she thought with a twisted thrill of pride.
Her body gave a convulsive shudder, a spasm blended of lust and shame. All her life until she had met Joe she had been taught that her "private parts" were nasty. Now she was shaken with a desire to lick her vaginal fluids from the shiny face of the man above her.
"You sucked me," she said. "Dear, dear husband! Ohhhh!" and she trembled in a frenzy of lust. "What happened? Why did I faint? Why couldn't I stop cumming?"
Joe placed his big hand carefully over the hairy softness of her pussy's upper part, his thumb and forefinger on either side of the top of the slit. He closed them very gently until she felt their pressure through the soft pads of hairy tissue, the lightest possible pressure on her throbbing clit.
She was conscious again of every part of her body, of the tiredness in the muscles of her belly from the sweeping cum-waves that had tightened them. Of the fullness and aching glory of her breasts. Of the feeling of weight in their tender firmness, as though she was filled with milk. And especially conscious of the unbelievable sense of fulfillment in her cunt.
Her husband's fingers pressed gently on the outside of her cunt lips and the pressure was transferred to the chokingly sensitive soreness around her little bud. A soreness more glorious than any feeling she had ever known.
"I felt like I was shooting cum out of me just like you do, Joe," she whispered. Her hand was blindly tugging at his hairy forearm. To stop what he was doing? Or to urge him on? She shook again and arched her weakened body, screaming as a weak orgasm pumped from deep inside her. "Oh, Joe, it hurts me so to cum! Please let me stop! What happened?"
He bent to kiss her, his eyes moist with feeling.
"Series orgasm," he told her. "It's beautiful. Not many women ever know the sensation. You're lucky, baby!"
He held her warm, sweaty body close to him and she felt the immense hardness of his cock pressing against her hip. It scared her, but she was so proud that he had taught her something new about her body. And herself.
"When your body gets into that cum-groove, if a guy knows what he's doing, he can keep you pouring it on. Cum after cum. A man cums once and has to wait for another hard-on. If he fucks twice in an hour, he's pretty good. If he cums six times in a night, he's phenomenal."
He kissed the top of her head, the clean scalp, the shining brown hair. "Baby, you must've cum twenty times in twenty minutes." But the pride in his voice was for himself.
She laughed weakly. "It seemed like a million times. And like three hours," she said. The ache had almost gone away from her clitoris and she moved her thighs. The slight movement rubbed her cunt lips together and she screamed.
"Oh, Joe!" she wailed, her voice full of fear. "It's back! I'm still trying to cum!" "Roll over on your belly," he said. "I'll take your mind off your pussy."
Like any other obedient child, she did as she was told. But when she felt his big hands prying her buttocks apart, she began to thrash and protest weakly. "No, Joe! Don't put it in me! Please! I can't stand it!" Her voice stopped as though she had been shocked.
"Joe," she said wonderingly, "it's true, I don't think I can stand it. But Joe, you know what? I want it so bad!"
She thrust her clean, rounded ass up to him, and he snatched a big pillow down to put under her belly as he had done a couple of hours ago. "Relax, kid," he said in a casual voice. "Take it easy! I'm not after your cunt. This is just a little breather."
She was in such a state of shock that she could not have moved if she had wanted to, but a tremendous upheaval of feeling shook her as she felt his face pressed into the crack of her ass.
She was too weak to protest as she felt a warmth and wetness in that most hidden place where her shit came out, a place of undeniable nastiness. And yet Joe, whom she loved beyond words, wanted it.
"Don't worry, baby, this'll make you forget your sore little pussy," he whispered. "I'm rimming you, baby. I'm shoving my tongue right up you, right up your ass!"
She actually felt something incredibly soft and slick, but firm enough to penetrate her a little.
"It's dreadful," she whispered into the tense pain at her wrist, where her teeth were gnawing. "It's horrible!"
And as she said this, a new tremor shook her body. Like a cum but different. Easier, milder. The fever in her cunt lips, the terrible feeling of rasped abrasion, were suddenly bathed in an emollient fluid.
"Just my pussy juice," she whispered. But it felt like Balm of Gilead. And the cum tremors were so nice. So tiny and sweet. She raised her bottom to her husband's face, and tears rolled from her eyes.
"Oh, Joe, it's so wicked! And I love it so! I love it so! Ohhh!"
It was a faint little whimper, and in the humid, sweated darkness of the steamy valley between her ass cheeks, her husband smiled in triumph. He could feel the sphincter giving away, opening up, and he drove his hard tongue in as far as it would go, more than an inch, and felt it squeezed gently by his child bride's powerful rectal muscles.
In her love-sore cunt, licked raw and shaken with the almost unceasing fit of cumming, there would now be a soft glow. Nice and warm. She could stand a cock in it now, if the cock went in very slowly.
He gave one or two more long, sweet sucks at her clean little asshole. He drove his tongue into it more easily now, for it had relaxed and was enjoying his loving. He pulled away but kept his hand in the cleft of her ass. The shock of losing the feeling might make Arden tense again.
She turned dreamily on her side, her face bright with love as he drew himself up by her. He would have bet that she would have turned away from his mouth in disgust, seeing where it had just been. But she kissed him gently, her tongue going into his mouth as shyly as it had the first time they kissed.
"Joe, husband mine," she whispered, stroking his face. "I never would have believed that anything could be so sweet! I've been such a stupid little girl!"
She kissed him again and gently felt for his cock..
"All this time and my darling hasn't cum," she whispered. "Oh, Joe, you've been doing these wonderful things for me and I've let you hang. Teaching me, being good to me. Can I pull you off? Jerk you off? Do you want to shoot it on my belly or into my hair?"
He was deeply amused inside that she had not offered to suck him. No woman this hot could have gone through these three days and into this third night without a powerful impulse to get that cock lodged in her mouth. But Arden hadn't said it. It was that Puritan hang-up of hers, and he almost laughed aloud just thinking of it. What a wonderful thing to look forward to! Sinking his cock into her protesting throat, knowing that all the time she was dying for it! Teaching her to suck, forcing her to take his big balls in her mouth. Sucking them, taking his big load of cream into her tender belly. His cock, sore with its long lasting hard-on, jerked so hard that it warned him not to fool around.
"Baby," he whispered, "don't be afraid. I'm going to shove it in your pussy."
She started up, tried to get away, but he held her. Her soft, firm breasts made great handles. Squeeze and twist and make her flutter with pain and sensuality.
"I can't, Joe," she gasped. "It would kill me! Let me put it under my arm, or just between my thighs. Yeah," she said excitedly. "Hold my legs up and stick it between my thighs! You can see my cunt, and I can stroke the head of it as it comes out and points at me. And when you cum, it'll fall on my belly!"
You're dying to lap up some male cum and you can't bring yourself to say so!
Joe thought. She was so deliriously young, so naive.
"I said: 'Don't be afraid!" he growled. "Don't you think I know what's best for you?"
"Yes, Joe. Oh, yes. Of course. But listen, Joey, please listen," she pleaded. "I'm nearly crazy from all that, what did you say, you know, that serial orgasm. Honest! Please don't!"
He laughed and stroked her tear-streaked face. "I promise you it won't hurt. Licking your ass gave you time to recover. You're loose and relaxed. That tight little pussy of yours is so relaxed, it's like an old, old woman's." His voice was tender and seductive. "Put a finger in it, you'll see."
He could tell she was fooling around her cunt and suddenly her voice was excited. "You're right," she said. "It's all loose and soft and sopping wet."
"Sure, I told you. When I put it in, it'll just feel real good, simply because you are loose and wet and sloppy. And that's just what I want. I want to cum real easy, just get it started and lie still and let it shoot into you. Feel your sweet, soft little cunt all around me, not pumping, not working. Just holding my cock while I cum. How's that sound?"
"Oh," she breathed. "How simply marvelous. What a nice thing, Joe, that you can just let it shoot into me. And all I do is lie still. Oh, Joe, it'll feel wonderful. Just to experience every second of it. To feel each spurt. Come on, Joe, slip it into me. What do I do?"
"Just lie on your side, baby, like that. Now, put your leg over me. Way up, on my hip. See how that opens up your sweet little split? Does that hurt?" He felt very carefully for the opening into her body, for the aperture of her girlish vagina. Contrary to his promise, he knew her advanced sensitivity would shoot her right up the wall for a few seconds. By God, this was great.
"You're not kidding, doll," he laughed. "You're wet, all right. It'll go in slick as a gut. But hang on to me if it gives you a little pang right at first."
He felt her shake. She was crying softly. "Damn it, stop sniveling," he said. "I told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"
She inched her leg up further, opening her twat still more. "I don't care, Joe," she said. "I want you to have it the way you want it."
He eased into her and it was really miraculous, almost like he had promised. That tiny cunt, taking such a tongue bath, such a licking, twisting with a series of firecracker cums, was loose. At least by comparison.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked jovially. "Not like you thought, anyhow. God, it feels marvelous, so slippery and hot and closing in all around my cock."
She moaned softly, and he heard a grating sound. Damn it all, she was gritting her teeth! He lay still, his cock almost literally about to burst with the long-delayed orgasm. Thank God, she wasn't as tight as usual. This was good, he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.
"Baby, baby!" he whispered, enfolding her slight, smooth body with his big arms. "You're wonderful to me!"
"Joe," she whispered brokenly. "Joe! It feels all right. I like it. But it does hurt just a little bit."
He started to swear at her selfishness, thinking only of her poor little twat aching a bit, not thinking of him and what he needed. Then he subsided. After all, she was only a kid.
His cock felt so great, wrapped in those juicy-wet, juicy-Laos folds. He could feel the cunt nectar oozing out around his cock, even though he wasn't pumping into her.
The thought of that childish cunt inflamed his mind. On the surface, as he had seen it close up, licking it, it was a deep shell-pink, with the criss-cross of surface veins making it seem darker. Inside it would be the same, but with more folds and no lips. But a great deal more of that female lubricant, that sweet syrup of pussy. And that hard object that barely touched his cock now that she was so loosened inside would be her cervix, almost black with blood.
The fiery thoughts jerked at his gonads, caused a ruffle of nerves and muscles around his prostate. It made his cock, lying in that warm, slick bath of girl-cum, jerk in a long throb. He couldn't help it.
And in the tenderized cunt of the young girl whose body was taut with love and fear and cunt-ache it felt like a giant bar of hot meat, once more stretching her to unbearable size.
She began to leap on his cock like a frantic monkey, her inner muscles forgetting to be relaxed and loose. They clenched on his throbbing cock and jerked his nerves to a screaming height of joy.
With a fierce desire to get all he could from this cum which he had held back for so long, he held her so that her body could not move more than a half-inch. Held as she was, only the sliding, sweetly kissing muscles inside her twat could move, and they sucked up and down his jerking cock, milking his hot white seed out of him.
"I'm cumming, Joe," she tried to scream, but she was so weakened that it was a hoarse whisper. His jerking pole hit her young cervix time and again, and with each caressing blow her husband felt his semen flow into the youthful cunt, feeling its many convoluted surfaces stretch with the size of his load.
When all was quiet, he kissed her gently. "Don't cry, Arden," he whispered. "It's all right. I had to teach you. You have to learn, you know." He stroked his big fingers up and down the silken skin of her back, over the rounded little ass, feeling the luxury of her cunt slowly giving up its grip on his wilting cock.
"It felt so wonderful, Joe," the girl said humbly. "I'm sorry if I was a little fool. I love your cock in me. You know that." She kissed him tenderly.
They didn't get up. It was warm enough in the motel so that they needed no sleeping garments. Arden giggled, thinking of it. "I haven't worn a stitch to bed for three nights in a row," she whispered to herself.
She sat up and watched as Joe slept with his mouth open. His cock had shriveled down to a small mouthful. Gracious! There that dirty idea was again. But Arden leaned down close to it, sniffing at it. "It's got my cum on it," she said in a whisper. "I ought to be allowed to suck my own cum off it." She grinned, but she was just a bit fearful. It was a thing she wanted but feared.
The ache in her pussy was now just a pleasant warmth. Joe had been pleased that she could cum so much. Maybe he would want to fuck again in the morning before going to work. She certainly hoped so.
Arden woke up first, and when she saw that Joe's cock had gotten hard, was standing straight up, its dark red head glistening, she felt a twisting of lust deep inside her.
Her cunt was suddenly wet with a flow of cum-juice from the darkly clasping recesses of her body. Her breasts felt suddenly heavy and sensitive with the rush of blood. Her skin felt warm all over, a nice moist warmth.
She got up on her knees very carefully so as not to wake Joe. She felt like a lost soul, a vicious harpy who knew no Christian rules, only the dark and beautiful laws of sex. The big cock nodded as Joe dreamed his own lust-filled pictures of bright flesh and slick, slippery pussies.
She was on hands and knees when she saw in a mirror the hot and beautiful spread of her ass. It was unbelievably wonderful. Lustful, lascivious, the temptation of every saint who had ever lived. Sunshine made the room bright. Every detail showed. Just the shape of a woman's ass was marvelous, Arden suddenly realized. And it was easy to see why it seemed so large when the thighs were up close to her body. She could see her warm lipped pussy, pink lips shining through brown hair. Lovely! But the hair was not so brown. She reached back to feel, and could have cried aloud from sheer joy. It was dark from her cum!
The slick nectar that flowed so generously from her pussy had matted the soft hairs down all around her hole, all the way up the thick lips that protected her cunt so demurely. She raked her fingers in it. The dried cum came off in flakes, some not completely dry.
With a rush of boldness that was touching in its girlishness, she put the scratching fingers to her nose. It was like the combined fragrance of her cunt and Joe's cock. Her body burned with the thought. It was from Joe's cock as well as from her twat. The same cock now near her lips.
With wildly beating heart, because she could not help it, she opened her mouth and carefully slid it down over the brightly gleaming cock-head, barely closing her lips, just touching her tongue around the head ever so softly.
The rankly beautiful taste was exactly the same as she had raked from the dried-out hairs of her pussy. But ten times as rich, ten times as strong. It tasted so heavenly! It felt so delightfully smooth and warm and huge, touching her tongue and her teeth and the roof of her mouth.
She let her lips close around it, sucking with the utmost care and gentleness. But she wanted to suck it up by its strong and hairy roots. Wanted to go down on it so hard that it would choke her, gag her. Wanted to feel it hurting her throat as it had hurt her little pussy.
She moaned softly, and the sweet vibration woke Joe up. Slowly, just a bit at a time. And what he saw tickled him.
He was immediately aware of what was happening. And of what powerful passions must have moved his innocent wife.
The idea of her sneaking a suck at his cock while he was asleep was so sweetly lascivious that it made his tool jerk in her mouth.
Although she longed to feel his hot cream exploding in her throat, longed to taste the rankly beautiful cum as it shot from him, Arden stopped. She was dying for it, but not enough to expose this craving to Joe.
Quietly, she lay back on the bed, turned her back on her husband, and was still. Her pussy was on fire but she dared not finger-fuck herself. Not when Joe was so close to waking up. He loved her to be hot, but what would he think of a wife who jerked herself off?
Joe solved her problem for her.
He needed his energy for his first day on the job, selling houses for Seddon Company, but it wouldn't hurt him to go in there with a latent hard-on. When it came to buying a home, the woman usually had the say. And women sensed if a salesman was a real man or a dried-out old fart. It was a subtle thing, but Joe believed in it.
He pretended to awake, stretching, then turned to pull Arden to him. Her face was joyful, her kiss sweet and sloppy. He ran his tongue around hers and sucked hard. Her body flew against his, warm and smooth and soft.
Chapter Three
He held the kiss while his hand slipped down to her crotch, and she raised her thigh quickly to let his finger go into her.
As their mouths disengaged, she whispered: "Oh, darling, please fuck me! Now! I want it so!"
He felt the soft strength of her young pussy squeezing on his finger. It was slick with the flow from inside her. The thick and hairy lips felt wonderful. Even her thighs felt warmer and smoother than usual. But he knew his limitations.
"I've got to get to work, angel," he said regretfully. He didn't tell her that this was a piss hard-on, spectacular to look at, but inclined to fall in the act of fucking. So he kissed her and said: "I'll finger-fuck you now, and if I can get away around noon I'll come by here and we can fuck!"
The tide of passion in those young female loins was not hard to trigger. Careful probing in the slick depths of her twat brought her to the quivering brink of orgasm. And then with rare insight, Joe spread her thighs, opened her protective outer lips, and sucked with brutal tenderness on her clit.
The contact of his mouth brought Arden's body spiraling up off the bed, her hands clutched in Joe's hair, her breath no more than a hard croak. As the waves of orgasm shook her and wet heat flowed through her body, she screamed.
He held his big hands cupped under her smooth, warm ass until she had stopped shaking. His eyes were a few inches from her pussy. The fat outer lips were held open by his thumbs and he watched her clit throb and then throb less until it finally lay quiet. Like a prick that has shot its load of jism.
It was a marvelous sight, almost enough to make him put his piss hard-on to the acid test, but he was due at work. With real regret he gave his bride one gentle kiss on her shrinking little bud of nerves and gristle and got up.
He had no trouble finding the Seddon Company offices. The company was a big one, famous all over the west, and their signs covered the area. The new development where Joe would work was called Seddon Pines. He passed through an older subdivision with signs still up. Seddon Oaks. It was sold out, but Joe had a good idea that there were distressed homes in The Oaks, repossessed by the Seddon Company.
He found the general manager in the first model home in Seddon Pines, a happy looking man around forty, stocky, well dressed and red faced. The man came around the desk with his hand out, beaming genially.
"Larry Simon," he said. "And you must be Joe Smith. Glad to have you on board. This is my assistant, Ferris Whitney."
A lanky young man with bushy black hair shook hands with Joe and asked, "Can I show you around? Tell you what we're using in the pitch?"
"No thanks," Joe said. "I've read the brochures. You sell off these models, I take it. Just tell me when I'm on and when I'm up."
Simon laughed and put his arm on Joe's shoulder. "Smith knows the business, Ferris," he said. "That's why I grabbed him when I got the chance." He turned back to Joe.
"We've got eight per cent money on a five per cent down," he said. "Beats anything in Santa Vaca County. Old money, committed two years ago, when we opened Seddon Oaks. You're on two days, off two. Starting right now. We keep three men on all day, every day. If all three are busy, Ferris and I take the prospect, but you get the commission. Or whoever's up gets it. And you get a flat one per cent, okay? Just keep it quiet, though. Everyone else gets four hundred per house."
After Joe went out to look things over, Whitney asked, "How come the red carpet deal? Is he that good?"
"He's the best there is," Simon replied promptly. "Never loses a deal, they say. Never gets drunk, never gets sick, never takes a day off except his regular days. And baby," he said with a laugh, "since I'm getting one-half per cent override on every house, I'm glad to have him."
"Too good to be true," young Whitney said, but he smiled. "Must have some weakness. Is he a cunthead?"
Simon laughed. "Is that a weakness?" he countered. "Did you ever know a good salesman who wasn't a cunt-head?"
Ferris joined his boss in the laughter. "Well, Larry," he observed, "I'm a good salesman. And so are you! So you know I'm not going to argue with you!"
They were still laughing when Joe came back in, and Simon said: "I guess I put it in the letter all salesmen get three hundred a week draw against commissions. Here's your first week's check."
Joe took it carelessly, folding it and putting it in a pants pocket without looking at it. He said: "I met Mason and Sawyer down the line; they were showing houses. I guess I take the next callers, right?"
"Yeah. Mason's number one on your days, Sawyer's number two. Tom Mason, Jimmy Sawyer. Nice fellows. I've got some business cards ordered... ought to be here this afternoon. Until then, use mine and put your name above mine."
He called Arden at two and told her to order lunch sent in and she told him that she had already walked down to the fast-food barn at the corner and eaten. "Suppose I had come by with a hard-on?" he teased her. "What do you think I would have done, stuck it in the landlady?"
He enjoyed her ripple of laughter and said, "Baby, I've got a hard-on for you right now! But I'll be on here until six. Later, if I've got a live customer."
He got home about six-fifteen, in high spirits.
"I sold two houses today, my love," he said grandly. "It's like shooting fish. We've got the lowest priced financing in the county. And the merchandise isn't so bad, either. Here," and he thrust the check at her. "Take this and start a savings account. I'll have another for you just like it next week."
"Three hundred dollars!" she gasped. "I never had this much money in my hands at one time in my life!"
He looked at her and smiled. "There are guys in the world who'd cheerfully give you a thousand bucks just to spend the night with 'em," he said. "And I've spent three nights with you!"
She looked nonplussed for a moment, then laughed. "Then this is a down payment on the three thousand you owe me," she joked. Then she threw herself on his big frame. "I'd so much rather give it all to you, Joe!" she cried. "Don't even joke about me fucking another man!"
They drove down to Santa Vaca and ate at the Island House, to celebrate the great start on Joe's new job. Arden had never seen Joe drink, but tonight he ordered a bottle of champagne. He would have taken her to a night club but she hugged his arm and said: "My poor little pussy was left alone all day. And it wouldn't hurt you to get to bed early. You have to work tomorrow. I have to take care of my husband, don't I?"
And Joe, his mind gently rocking in lust as he thought of the voluptuousness of Arden's firm young body, agreed. So much for her to learn, so much for him to teach! Marvelous!
He had his face between her thighs almost before she could get her panties off and fall on the bed. She was sitting on the edge of the mattress and he pushed her over on her back. Her legs flew up and wide apart and when they came back they were across his shoulders.
"EEEEKKK!" the girl screamed. Her cunt suddenly blossomed under the wet strength of Joe's tongue. "Oh, my God! That feels so good! Joe, darling, suck me!"
She was fresh and rested from a day of quiet and her young pussy was literally hungry for anything in the way of sex. Just to have her thighs spread wide, have her husband even looking at her cunt, was a dream. To have him eating it, to have his wise tongue and lips tickling her clit, was divine.
Her voice was high and excited, and Joe looked up at her, his face gleaming with the juices from her flowing pussy, and said, "Hold it down, baby, we don't want to draw a crowd."
She tried to sit up, wanting to hold his head against her suddenly swollen breasts, but he butted her down, laughing, and sucked hard between the soft, slick inner lips. Their flow was a treat. He licked down them to her fuck-hole, and put his mouth over it. From her brief first experience of the night before, she knew what was coming. But this time she was waiting for it. Loving it. Wanting it so bad her boobs ached, her clit was about to burst, and her vaginal walls were rubbing together in a frenzy of excitement and lust.
The smoothness and warmth of her thighs was on his cheeks, her naked heels dug into his back. She was thrusting her reddened cunt at him while her hands tried to grip his hair. The taste of her young pussy was not as strong as he liked, but he drove his face and his licking tongue into her and up and down, from clitoris to asshole. When he sucked at the vaginal entry, he got a mouthful of rich juice and an explosive heave of her body. He was making her cum and he loved the feeling of mastery and maleness.
Her voice had been low, but he could hear her plainly.
"I'm so hot, Joe! Suck me, baby, suck me! Oh, Joe, thank you for everything!" She was thrusting at him fiercely and he felt the huge tendons on the inside of her thighs press on his cheekbones. "Oh, my cunt! Suck my cunt! Joe! Joe! I'm getting ready! I'm GETTING READY!"
Her voice was going up, but it was hoarse, now. She was unable to keep down her excitement, her randiness. What she was trying for was to tell him how much she loved his sucking, but without yelling it so all the world could hear.
He sucked carefully because he wanted to know exactly when she was ready to pop her nuts, ready to blow that big wad of passion and tension that was building in her cunt.
The sweet hot smell of cunt was all around him. It was one of the great pleasures of sex for him. An aphrodisiac, of course. But more than that. It was a part of the taste, even a part of the feel of a cunt.
His cock was hard, his nuts tightened against it. He was in a controlled fever, controlled enough so that he was watching for the first hard twitch of cunt muscle.
"I'm hot tonight, too, chickie," he grunted between swipes of his strong tongue up and down the dripping surface of her twat. "I could fuck all night!"
He was busy in the sensitive and leaking lips, his head bobbing up and down, the girl began to writhe from side to side, her warm, smooth thighs pressing alternately on the sides of his neck. "Ooohhh! Oooohhhh!" she groaned, and her clutch at Joe's hair became wilder.
He was ready for her when the first wave of orgasmic shocks wrinkled and closed the entrance of her cunt. His cock was as big as it could get, a good eight inches from hairy base to tip, and harder than Joe could ever remember.
When she began to scream her hoarse song of fulfilling lust, he stood up, his hands on her ankles, and plunged his giant prick into the slick mass of bloody-pink membrane. Down into her fuck-hole, deep down, grinding in real pain against her entire pelvic system, jamming into her guts. He could feel the powerful blow that he struck her cervix, for it jarred the nerve-taut end of his dick. He was grunting now in dog-like passion, his eyes red-rimmed, his mind filled with the hot picture of fucking they made.
"AAAGGGGHHHH! JOE! FUCK ME!" Her voice was hoarse and strained, her eyes closed. Her hands reached up blindly. Not finding her husband, she clasped her hands on her own tits, squeezing them until their empurpled flesh stuck out between her fingers in gorgeously hurting lumps. Her ass felt opened by force, her cunt was painfully crammed with the hard tool. A hard shock-wave of cumming shook her, then another.
"Ooohhhhh! Good Jesus! JOE! STOP! I'm cumminnnggg!"
His face was a grinning mask of lust. To make his wife cum, not for her pleasure but for his pride. To sock it into her, grinding the big organ against the tenderest flesh in a woman's body. To make a girl into a woman, a woman who is all feeling. And all cunt! What a picture!
He was slamming it into her bruised and dripping cunt even harder now. Even deeper. He was holding her ankles so hard that she would have screamed from that pain if she hadn't been screaming from the joy-pains of such a bestial fucking.
"STOP, JOE! Oh, please, please, please! It's too much! JOE! I LOVE IT, JOE! I LOVE IT!" and then, as her entire body shook and thrashed with an orgasm too heavy, too powerful, the girl went as limp as a sodden bag of boneless meat.
He was drenched with sweat and his big body trembled. His cock was still hard, aching with need, but he knew he could not cum in that sodden hole, stretched and battered until it lay loose and gaping open, its inner lips a deep red.
Without any feeling of brutality, only with the desire to bring his little baby-bride back into the present, into the fuck-life of now, he knelt and blew into the small, tenderized hole. The flesh shuddered but the girl did not move.
"Arden," he whispered, his saliva flowing as he looked at the reddened slash of relaxed membrane and muscle. "Arden! Wake up, doll!" And then, as she did not stir, he took a fold of the soft muscularity of her ass and gave it a pinch with all the brutality of his strong hands. She did not stir.
He sat down on the bed beside her. She was balanced on the bed, half on, half off. Her lusciously padded rump was at the edge, her beautiful legs spread wide with her feet on the carpet. She, too, was bathed in girlish perspiration. Like most modern girls who go for the natural look in all things, Arden did not shave the hair from under her arms. The two neat puffs of silken brown hair, so much like the hair on her pussy, were damp with her sweat.
In a minor spasm of desire, he leaned down and kissed those acridly fragrant young armpits, the sharp and biting odor and the salty tang giving him a quick thrill of lust.
He picked her up, her hundred and twelve pounds as nothing in his powerful arms. He moved her to the center of the bed, and arranged her legs so that her heels were up against the soft curves of her butt. In such complete relaxation, her knees sagged outward, almost down to the bed, making a perfect target of her girlish pussy. It was spread open as wide as if he pressed it apart with his thumbs, and he knelt playfully between her thighs, his face right down in her crotch.
"You smell better, now, baby," he muttered, grinning at the division of her lower body. A straight line, from the first opening of her slit right on down past inner labia and cuntal aperture, right to her almost hairless asshole. "Too much bathing," he said in a whisper. "Takes that good flavor out of Arden's sweet little cunt!"
He was where he could reach both her breasts without moving from his position between her legs, and he began to mold them in his hands, laughing as their swollen nipples came springing out between his thick fingers. With a gourmet's touch, he raked two fingerfuls of her cum-goo from the crack of her ass and smeared it on her breasts. They were hard with an inner excitement that persisted in spite of her unconsciousness. Or was she really unconscious?
Joe had fucked girls until they went into psychic withdrawal, unable to tolerate the pleasure that was too much for rasped nerves and raw pussies to bear. Oddly enough, none of them had ever resented that. On the contrary, they followed him like hungry dogs. He drew more cunt-syrup from Arden's relaxed and gaping vagina, and wiped it on the girl's nipples.
He put his hands down alongside her body, bending down to suck up first one tit and then the other, giving each the strongest suction he could.
There was no tremor of life in his young bride, but she remained warm and firm and tenderly structured for love.
The sweet, strong taste of her cunt's dew which he sucked up from her inanimate but warmly throbbing breasts gave him a comfortable feeling of male ownership. This was his girl, his wife, his cunt. To be vulgar... his meat.
He looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased. His hair was still neat. Except for being nude and having a gigantic hard-on he looked much the same as he had at work.
He rolled Arden over and her young beauty touched his heart. Her ass and hips and thighs, so perfectly proportioned for her height, seemed wider seen from this position.
With surprising gentleness Joe opened her legs as wide as they would go without hurting the girl. Her lovely little cunt, now closed by the pressure of her thighs and stuck together with the sweet mucilage from her inner cum-fountains, showed only a wet pink gleam between the sodden hairs.
Forgetting his hard-on, deeply interested in the powerful sex reactions of this girl, his wife, Joe Smith leaned down to kiss in the humid, strongly-flavored valley of her ass.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, kissing and sucking on the tenderly wrinkled asshole. He felt her body move.
Good! There was a spot where she was still conscious!
Joe opened the dresser drawer that had been designated as "his" drawer. With a cock the size of his, he was never without several lubricants for sexual use. And he never looked at his store of emollients without a slight throb in his dick. The power of suggestion in sex was one of its many lovely little side benefits. He looked at vaseline. Fine for tiny cunts, even for maidenheads. It makes a protective coating for torn flesh. He looked at cold cream, three different kinds. It was great for slow, easy dalliance. Such lovely, flowery fragrance! Mixed with the strong scents of cunt and crotch, such a heady blend of sensual aromas!
But he looked at his enormous cock, looking bigger and more dangerous than ever and he reached for a surgical jelly. The kind doctors use when they shove a finger up the ass of male or female.
He went over first and leaned down again to kiss between the plump globes of the young girl's ass, holding them apart to get his lips firmly over the clutching anus.
He sucked hard, deeply pleased that the tight ring of muscle opened slightly to let his tongue slip in. He pulled back, pressing hard with his thumbs, holding the virgin asshole open to show its pink lining.
Joe knew something that most men don't. The inside of an asshole is lined with the same slick membrane as a cunt. It is not as slick, because rectums do not distill the mucous juices that characterize the female sex organs. But that inch of muscle which protects the lower bowel is as slick inside and as sensitive as the tight inch at the opening of a pussy.
He licked dreamily, then sucked again. Using great care, he squeezed out half an inch of the clear, slick jelly right on the wrinkled center of his bride's asshole. Then, holding the tight aperture open with both thumbs, he watched with deep interest as it melted into the pink opening.
Now he put twice as much on the head of his cock and worked it back along his throbbing stem with quick strokes.
He knew from Arden's reaction that she was thoroughly alive in the nerve centers of her ass. Her unconsciousness was merely a retreat from a pleasure she loved too much.
"Baby, I was saving this for later," he whispered, his eyes alight with interest. "But I can't pass this chance!"
He laid the broad, dark red head of his swollen penis right in the target area, closed so neatly yet lying so helpless under his attack. He gripped his young bride tightly under her thighs, just where they joined her torso, so that his fingers met in the wavy hair on her soft cuntal mound.
The surge of sex need that rose in his cock was almost more than he could bear without shooting his big load out over her back. Pushing himself slightly upward and forward so that the line of his huge cock was at right angles to the curve of her body, he gave one strong surge, went in an inch, and drove painfully down.
If the passion/pain of too much hard fucking into a girlish cunt rendered too sensitive by a tongue-induced cum was a shock, this was an earthquake of mental, emotional and physical torture to Arden.
She had not been injured by the brutal fucking. She had loved it, deep down. A child may go into hysterics from too much tickling, but only because it is too intense a joy.
Lying apparently lifeless, the tender and sensitized young body had been in a state of extreme euphoria. A state of love. Young cunt swollen and pleased out of mind by the love of her strong man. Her husband. She had felt and loved his breath on the quivering petals of her cunt, his hands on her breasts, his powerful sucking there and the kissing and sucking and tonguing in her rectum. In a far away dream of near-virgin lust, she had felt gentle inner quakes of tiny, tiny orgasms. Each as fine as a hair on her pussy. Each as delicately pointed as a nerve end. The leak of cum-juice, the quiver of cum-nerves, the shivery slickness of darling Joe's lips and tongue, sending waves of love and desire right up into the mystery of her body. The sanctity of her bowels.
BUT NOT THIS MOTHERFUCKING TORTURE SPLITTING HER ASS!
It was like the pain of being torn apart by wild horses.
IT HURT!
It was a splitting brutality like the pushing head of an unwanted baby bursting from his mother's womb!
"Oh, HELP ME!" the girl screamed as her grinning husband gripped his powerful hand over her mouth to still her panicky shouts. "PLEASE! SOMEONE! HELP ME! GOD, I'M DYING!"
"Holler it out, baby!" Joe grunted, with the deep pleasure of successful rape flooding him. With the powerful sweep of orgasm beginning in his balls. He was letting her go, letting her pitch him high so that his shit-smeared dick came out to its tip. Then, with deep pagan joy he would slam it back in to the hot and writhing guts where it felt so goooood!
There was as much outrage in Arden's voice as if she were being raped by bandits from the hills. And the pain in her rectum was so bright and sharp that it was making her faint.
Making her faint? Making her afraid to open her eyes? Making her hate the man who had so brutally sodomized her?
The pain was turning to fire: To a liquid fire that was better than any dope that any doper turned into Nirvana. The cock in her body, twisting in her ass, throwing her from the most unbearable pain to a fainting pleasure, was Joe's. Her husband's. Her lover. She threw herself against it. Trying to get more of it into her as she came, slowly at first. Then with a rush.
A harder cum, a more soul-shaking orgasm. Coming from what seemed like the true source of fuck-joy. Not just from a taut and crazy-mad clitoris. Nor from wild-raw cunt lips.
CUM! CUM!
It thundered in her belly like a command.
Each time Joe slammed into her, she felt his big balls pressing against the open lips of her cunt. There was such a rush of warm cunt goo running out of it that there was a liquidity to every sensation. Her cunt was bathing his balls just as they were tickling her cunt.
The pain in her rectum made more sense now. Pain was a part of woman's pleasure. To be rumped and to have it hurt so much was, in some dim way, a fulfillment of the love she felt for Joe. She thrust up and back with all her young power.
Grasping muscles were now holding her husband's rock-hard organ, grinding at it with far more strength than her little pussy could ever offer.
The powerful orgasm was hardly over before the next began.
"JOE! Oh, Joe, my lover!" Her voice was not so strident now. There was a heavy note of deep love in it. Her ass was going wild with its pleasure as Joe pumped in and out.
He had taken his hand from her mouth and was manipulating her breasts with tender savagery. Pull hard on the nipples! Grab a handful of soft, smooth titty and squeeze it like milking a young heifer! Rub hard, smashing the sensitive glandular tissue flat against her ribs! It was a bursting sensation of hot joy and hotter pain. It added fire to the long orgasm she was experiencing, but now she was with it. All the way. No more screaming. Enjoy! Enjoy!
Joe's heat was rising and swelling as he fucked into her asshole. The muscles around the opening were really closing in on his dick. When he pulled it out clear to the head, those big muscles gave him a feeling of instant cumming. When he jammed it back, the head worked along the ridged lining of her rectum.
He knew she was cumming and had been for long minutes. It was another series orgasm but his good, brave girl was not fighting it. Not screaming. Just low, sweetly animal moans to tell him how much she loved him. How marvelously he was fucking her.
IN THE ASS! The thought roared in her mind. The sensation roared and crackled in her body like a consuming fire.
CUM! CUM! CUM! But it no longer phased her out. If her back held out against Joe's weight and power, if her asshole did not rip from his giant cock and his maniac thrusts! Her body sang with lust confined, even though its power was cracking and breaking and flowing in her cunt.
Suddenly, like a gift from God, the strength of the young girl's sphincter muscles, the warmth and friction of her rectum, started Joe's orgasm. He felt the tremble of the power low in his back, around his own asshole. He felt it rumble in his balls, felt the tremor as his cock shook with its force.
The warm, sweet scent of his lovely girl's body, all of it, armpits, cunt, asshole, surrounded Joe. Like a mist of cologne. Like a cloud of hot love. All of this came to a pinpoint of fire and pain in the head of his straining cock, and he moaned in painful relief as his hot sperm shot out in milky streams, in her ass.
Her body was heated all through as if every nerve and vein had been a wire in an electric element. The sensation of cumming in an empty cunt, of having this huge jerking pole of hot meat stirring in her guts was unbelievable. Arden was doing something she couldn't explain. Her ass was against Joe, going in a steady rotation as his cock spurted slick semen into her.
It capped and exceeded every fuck-sensation she had known or dreamed in her short career in sex. It was the living end, the epitome of all she loved about her husband and his magic, marvelous, wonderful cock.
She twisted her head so that she could meet his lips with hers, sucking his tongue in, happy to let his big cock stay inside her bowels while the pleasured muscles slowly gave up their soft embrace.
Chapter Four
The puritanical dread which always lingered deep in the soul of Arden Smith after each sexual experience now lasted only an hour or so instead of all day.
She was dimpled and rosy the next morning, and the burning sensation in her ass only made the heat in her young cunt all the more delightful.
She kissed Joe as he went off to work. She had put on the top of a pair of baby doll PJs, the shortest shorty nightgown she knew of. It was sheer as morning mist, and Joe lovingly squeezed each of the rose-tipped breasts which raised the nightie so fetchingly.
She saw Joe stop at the entrance of the motor hotel and saw him in spirited conversation with Mrs. Delaney, the good-looking manager.
It was unusual, but he turned the Buick around and came back, and his face was angry.
"Get everything packed up, baby," he said. "That old bat lectured me because we made a little noise last night. I'll be back around noon and I'll have us a place."
The "place" Joe found was more than Arden's wildest dream. One of the model homes in the older tract, Seddon Oaks. It was, of course, completely furnished, even to dishes, linens and silver. "To make it look like a home," Joe told Arden.
"Use it like it was our home," he ordered. "I'm buying it; it's mine."
Having no idea of what Joe earned, Arden felt she was in the presence of a miracle worker. And to think that this great man was her husband! That he was, in fact, so human that he fucked her all the time. Even in the ass. It gave her a delicate shudder of fright as the deep, hard pain in her rectum reminded her of last night.
Joe drove by at noon. He seemed excited about something.
"I've got a big sale coming," he told her. "The five-bedroom number with the view. It's for Mister Big in the carnation business. And you know what? He's buying the three-bedroom across the street for his daughter!"
Her eyes were dancing and she felt warm as he hugged her to his hard chest. Not that she knew what he was talking about in terms of dollars. But Joe knew. Well over a thousand bucks. Two days, four sales! Man! This was a hot tract!
He laid a bunch of keys on the breakfast counter in the bright kitchen. "Remind me to take these by the office," he said. "I looked at two or three other houses this morning. Wish I could buy a couple more. All this stuff is going up like crazy." He kissed her again, responding to her slithery tongue in his mouth, and slid his big hand into the wet warmth of her crotch. As usual, he licked his fingers. And Arden, responding with all her warm nature, gently seized the hardness of his cock which showed in his slacks and rolled it back and forth.
"Wish I could stay to fuck, baby," he panted. "But this big-shot flower guy is waiting for me right now over in Luger Heights."
He found the address with no trouble. It was the North County YMCA, and his man was waiting with a check. It was even easier than shooting fish. "I'll sign the agreement to purchase," the big man smiled. "We can work out the details tomorrow, right? We have a director's meeting here at the Y."
It almost stunned Joe. A sale this big with no haggling!
He was folding the check in with the papers when the girl at the YMCA reception counter smiled at him. "Mr. Bascom doesn't fool around, does he?" she asked. "He told me a few minutes ago he was buying a couple of houses."
Joe grinned. "He took me by surprise," he said. "Left me with an hour's worth of time on my hands."
As long as he was there, he walked around the building. For a branch YMCA out in the boondocks it was very classy. And it was the rich Mr. Bascom, his prospect, who had donated most of it, Joe understood.
He heard tinkling music coming through a door marked "Auditorium" and opened the door just a crack to see what was on.
He almost fainted.
All alone in the big room, her body swaying and shaking to a recorded tune that smacked of the Far East, was a woman. But what a woman! And what a dance!
She was blonde. Very blonde. All the way to her pussy, Joe would gamble. Long straight hair. Denmark is full of it. And full of women like this.
Big firm breasts rolled in their lovely weight as her perfect shoulders slowly rotated. Those beautiful jugs were covered by the thinnest of bright fabrics. Joe could almost see the creases in their expanded nipples.
Best of all, her belly was bare, its very bottom, where her fat cunt was hidden only by a tiny loin cloth, moved seductively. To finish the sexy picture her gorgeous legs were showing through a soft mesh fabric that hid nothing.
He slipped into the room although he expected some outcry from the girl at the counter. The blonde, her face in a dreamy smile, continued to move her body in a sinuous dance. Joe mopped his face. It had become warmer in the past minutes.
As he watched in fascination, the music picked up and the woman's gyrations matched the beat. Her belly began to rotate, unbelievably, suggesting incredible sexual massage. If only a fellow had his cock stuck in the warm hole at the bottom of that weaving torso!
Her broad and beautiful pelvis, her hips, her powerful but graceful thighs all moved in a bewitching poem of movement. Faster, faster. She seemed actually to be throwing her belly and hips to the side and retrieving them with an invisible rope. But Joe kept his eyes only on the thin wisp of soft fabric which defined the warm, soft cunt. He could swear that he saw it move, that he could make out its fat lips, and that they were chewing, sucking, in rhythm with the fantastic music.
As the music came to a climax, she clanged small brass finger-cymbals in time and whirled her womanly body like a dervish. When the music stopped the silence was like a blow.
When the woman ceased her last graceful whirl and wound up at Joe's feet, he was so carried away that he began to applaud.
Now that she was so near, he confirmed his first guess that she was blonde all over. There was not a trace of darkness in the roots of her flaxen hair. In the good light he could see the fine and tiny hairs on her arms and they were almost invisible. Her eyebrows and eyelashes had been darkened and her blue eyes were set off by deep blue eye shadow. The effect was startling.
Her full red lips opened in a smile as Joe applauded, and she relaxed on the floor, saying, "Thank you, kind sir."
He was unbelievably gay and free with this woman, and he realized it was because she was more his own age. Probably more near his own experience level, too. It's nice to have a virgin pussycat around and nice to teach a ninny-baby to act like a ravening whore, but it can become routine.
"A belly dancer in a YMCA," Joe said. "I don't believe it!"
The blue eyes twinkled. "We call it harem dancing, and I give a class for local housewives. Their husbands love it!"
"If they learn to do what I saw you doing, their husbands ought to subsidize you," he said earnestly. "Wow! Women who can move it like you do are one in a million."
She actually leaned against his knee, putting one hand on his muscular thigh. "It doesn't make 'em all that good in bed," the blonde woman said laughingly. "You have to anchor your feet to get those movements. And you can't anchor your feet in bed. Sorry, but that's my true confession for the day."
Inexplicably, Joe felt his cock begin to swell.
"I don't believe you," he said with a smile. "I'll bet your husband is happy with what he's got. And he should be. There's a nice bunch of it, and it's all hung together in the right way!"
He boldly looked down at her breasts, which were exposed down to the nipples now that she was sitting below him with her shoulders forward. There were tiny beads of sweat on them, highlighting the creamy surfaces of the curvy beauties. He placed a hand on hers. When she didn't move her hand, he let it slide along her arm. When she simply looked at him with that same wet-lipped smile, he bent over, got his arm around her and kissed her, open-mouthed.
She still kept watching him, smiling, as he drew back. His hand was tingling where it had pressed on one of those terrific tits. There was a faint and earthy perfume about her. Perfume from the drug store and perfume from her body.
"That's a friendly thing to do," he said huskily. The blonde looked at him in complete invitation. "I'm a friendly girl," she said in a normal tone.
Joe stood up and offered her a hand, helping her up. As she came erect, her body met his. She was larger by quite a bit than Arden. An inch taller, much bigger knockers, a bigger ass. Yes, a gorgeous ass! Voluptuous, that was the word. His hands went around it, and he marveled at the solidity of those fluid muscles. A belly dancer! What a cunt she must have!
As they kissed again and the woman put both her soft hands at the back of his neck, drawing him to her, holding his face as her tongue dived in against his. At the same time she made her ass move quickly from side to side and bumped her belly at him in machine gun rapidity.
He held her off, smiling. "That settled it," he said. "You're either off for the afternoon or you're going to get it right here in the auditorium!"
"What makes you so sure?" the blonde girl asked, but she was laughing. "Maybe I was just teasing."
He held up his right hand which had been delving in the crack of her ass. The fingers showed a slight wet gleam.
"Any girl who squirts out cum-juice like that," he said drily, "right through her drawers, isn't teasing!"
They went out arm in arm and the blonde said to the girl at the counter: "Nell, this is my brother-in-law!"
She directed Joe to her place. "We just moved in," she said. "It's just a tract house but it's nice."
He was so stirred with the imminence of a new and exciting piece of pussy that he hardly listened to what she said, and the minute they were through the broad door he gripped her in a bear hug and began kissing down her shoulders to her tits. She helped him, using one hand to push her big, soft breast up out of its little hammock of soft fabric. She was groaning in a quiet frenzy and her ass was moving back and forth. As soon as he had the big hard nipple in his mouth she began to work at his belt, getting his slacks loose to fall about his feet.
And suddenly they were in bed, both naked and with Joe between the woman's spread thighs. She was smiling up at him as if they'd known each other for years, her hand gently holding his cock. She held it pointed down toward her snatch and was slowly raising her body from the bed. Suddenly she paused.
"Darling," she said clearly, her face amused, "I don't even know your name. Isn't that marvelous? To see someone and want to fuck them and to get your wish and fuck them? And not even know their name?"
She let go his cock and pulled his head down. "We've got a whole hour," she whispered, licking deep into his ear. "We don't have to leap at each other like fucking dogs, do we? Or fucking rabbits."
Joe covered one of her beautiful breasts with his hand, letting the nipple come out between his fingers. It was over an inch long, almost as big as his thumb. To make her breasts even more spectacular, the circles of pinkish brown in which the nipples were centered covered the entire end of the tit. This part was swollen, too. It was like a large mound of vanilla ice cream with a smaller mound of orange sherbet on it. Good to suck! Joe sucked with all his force and the firm body rolled against him.
"God, your skin is nice," he panted. "Let me lick around your boobs!"
She held her breast up while he licked under it, enjoying the sharp flavor of her sweat, the aromas of her body. Her skin was warm and soft and fine. He could not be certain of her age but by her skin and the firmness of her tits and the muscular perfection of her belly and thighs, she was in her mid-twenties. No older.
As he licked and sucked at her smooth flesh, knowing that the idea as well as the act would be exciting to a woman so forthright in sex, he let his cock rest on her hip. Her hand came down to touch it and she gently stroked the head, barely touching it. The sensation was exquisite.
He licked up across one breast and over to the other, nuzzling between them. He moved his mouth up to her shoulder and kissed deep into her moist armpit. It was shaven, so different from Arden's. Those young kids! They were sweet, but there was a lot they needed to learn about a man's wants.
The solid blonde moved her body like a huge python shifting his weight, and Joe felt new excitement and hardness in his cock as she pressed against him. He felt her kiss his head, too. That was nice. Maybe she was queer for hair. They had an hour. Wasn't that what she had said?
"You're married," he whispered between kisses along her ribs, and she laughed softly above him.
"More or less," she said. "Aren't you?"
He swept up to her mouth, covering those full red lips. She sucked his tongue in contentedly, moving her body in rhythm to their kiss. His hand rested on the softness of her mound, in the puff of damp blonde hair. That kind of dance was a workout. No wonder she broke such a sweat.
"You're beautiful," he said. "Not just your looks. I love honesty. Of course I'm married. Is that so bad?"
She wiggled her body warmly, slickly up against his and bumped her sculptured ass and thighs on the bed. "Not when I need a fuck," she said, her breath whistling in her teeth. "Are you a jackrabbit? It's all right. I can cum as soon as you touch me. Just ease it in and I can start it rolling."
Joe felt a deep masculine pride that he had had so much fucking these past few days. "I can fuck until you say 'let it go!' he bragged. "If you've got a thirst for peter, you can suck me for a few minutes. I love it!"
"Gee," she teased. "You're certainly a normal fellow."
She eased a hand between them and rubbed his belly in a slow, meaningful way. To his amazement, Joe seemed at once hotter and at the same time more in control. "That's marvelous," he exclaimed. "What do you call it?"
"It doesn't have a name," the blonde said. "It's something I learned when I was learning belly dancing. You like it?" She had her head next to his cheek and was licking into his ears again. "I can make you cum without touching your cock," she said. "But I wouldn't."
Joe laughed. "You want it stuck into you," he said. "Let's start using some of that hour."
"It's forty-five minutes, now," she said. "And I'm dying for it! Raise up like you were before."
He grudgingly raised his body. The warm contact with the woman had been hot and satisfying. The business without any name had been exquisite. It had done something to his cock.
Once more she took his tool in her hand. "It certainly is nice and hard," she said, "Let me take it in. What I mean is, don't start shoving."
Her body came up off the mattress again, and he looked down in fascination. Her cunt was so swollen with lust that it was wide open. The inner labia, as large as her fingers, were slick and stuffed, their surfaces shining with cunt fluids. The pink clutch of wet lips made his mouth water.
"God," he whispered, "I'd love to suck you out, baby!"
She held his cock and her body continued to move slowly up to his. She was making a bridge of her entire body, only her shoulders and feet touching the mattress. "Don't talk," she gasped.
He saw what was happening and couldn't believe it. Her cunt was coming up around his cock, she was extended like a circus acrobat, and the sole purpose seemed to be to get her cunt around him. Not to get him into her. He was static, his prick hard and throbbing and waiting.
Perhaps it was the comparatively long wait as he hung above her. Perhaps his tool had been slightly cooled by the room's temperature.
Whatever the reason, he felt an incredible warmth, a sort of liquid joy as she came up and surrounded his organ with her own hot sheath. Hot and liquid and beautiful, yes. But oh, so beautifully firm and positive in its action!
Her belly was reaching his, pushing at his. She was slowly rotating her belly against his flesh. But what was so tremendously exciting was that she was rotating her tightly gripping cunt around his dick. It was like being sucked by a mouth that had a tongue a foot long. No, two or three tongues. Plus soft teeth. Plus everything it took to give a man a new sensation, a new idea of sensual perfection.
He moved his loins, trying to repay some of that marvelous feeling, but the woman gasped: "No! Don't move! Let me!"
It was strange to have such a perfect, complete connection with a woman, such a loving sexual joining, in this strange position.
"Baby," Joe said hoarsely, "I'm no acrobat. I can't hold this much longer."
Almost at once he felt a weirdly beautiful action begin around his cock. He could no longer look down between their bodies and cause they were locked together from the belly down. But something down there began to tremble. It was a muscle in or very near her cunt. It trembled and it made a soft beating on his prick, as though he were being patted very rapidly by the insides of her vagina, her cunt walls, patted and stroked by muscles softer and slicker than anything in the world, with the rapidity of a hot jazz drummer's sticks in a fanfare.
He could feel the movement in his belly and even in his balls, which were being bounced in the fast rhythm. But most of all, he felt it in the surfaces of his cock, in all its tender length. It was so beautiful that he could have cried. Or could have cum in a few seconds. Except that he was straining to keep himself in the air, braced on his outstretched arms and dug-in toes.
Suddenly all that straining was over and the woman, her voice coming out in a husky laugh, dropped to the bed. It was so unexpected that Joe dropped with her, all his weight on her strong and lovely body, mashing those wonderful breasts flat against her ribs.
"Wow!" he whispered in relief. "That was fantastic. But I was about to give out. What do you call that?"
The blonde woman was stirring under him, her body moving. The warmth of her enveloping cunt was just as great as ever, and her strong hips were lifting him in effortless waves of her torso, so that his cock was going in and out of her in one- or two-inch strokes.
"Was that some more of that no-name business?" he asked, beginning to pump his cock slowly into her. He was looking fondly down at her face with its closed eyes and dreamy smile. There were beads of sweat on her upper lip and he kissed them off.
"It's what dancers call isolating," she said, pumping back at him so that, without overdoing the action, he felt that he was getting every last inch of his cock into her. She was tight, too, as tight as little Arden. But Joe knew that a woman with her attributes could make herself tight enough to hold a ballpoint pen.
"We learn to isolate one muscle and make it do what we want it to." Her voice was suddenly tighter and her strong arms gripped him around the shoulders.
"Give it to me, baby!" she groaned. "Oh, God, that feels so good! FUCK ME! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Her body was working in such perfect unison with Joe's that her cunt was wetly, hotly closing on his cock seemingly without his participation. Her breath was hot and fast in his ear. The clasping muscles of her pussy were giving Joe's cock the loveliest, hottest massage it had ever had. He was proud of his ability to control his orgasm, even in the face of this gorgeous fuck.
The woman's body suddenly stopped and became rigid. In her strength, she began slowly to rise from the bed in spite of Joe's weight. He could feel the heavy pulsations of her powerful cunt muscles around his bloated and straining penis and again he was grateful for all the recent fucking with his cute little juicy bride.
"Keep fucking, baby," he said into the woman's ear. "You're going great! When you begin to cum again, I'll let you have it all the way to your tonsils!"
She began to pump furiously, giving his cock a hard twist as her body moved up and a harder milking as she came down. She felt the new lightning of a cum-blast surge through her twat, felt the mighty resurgence of heat and strain in her big clitoris. This was the life, she thought in her desperately heated imagination. To have a big, hard cock driven into her body. She could feel it rasping gently all through her cunt from the swollen aperture to the final anchorage of her vagina. She could feel the solid sick-joy as he banged into her cervix. The tenderness of her rectum felt the pressure of the big cock plunging into the maelstrom of sensuality that worked all through her. The feeling was in her tits, in her tongue as she sucked at his mouth. It was in the wonderful muscles of her belly, in the tight grip of her buttocks.
"I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG!" she screamed. Her ass was thrashing up and down like the rat-a-tat of a jackhammer, her chin boring into this hard-cocked man's shoulder. She was tasting his sweat, feeling the slickness of his powerful prick gouging out her insides.
"FUCK ME, LOVER!" she bleated in a high, wild plea of heat. "GIVE IT TO ME! UNNHH! UNNHHHH!" Her grunts were purely animal, the thrusts of her ass and hips and belly and cunt as simple and uncomplicated as a bitch dog's.
Joe knew he was getting one of the most perfect fucks of his experienced life. And he knew that part of it was the magic of the human imagination. Enough interest to get a hard-on, enough friction to cause an ejaculation, that was the minimum of sexual gratification. Joe knew it. He knew that even this minimum was wonderful.
But to see such a body, to hold it and love it! To use his senses of sight and smell and feeling in appreciation of the body, the tits, the ass, the cunt. The entire picture, really. That made great fucking. But to have a woman not only beautiful but skilled beyond anything he ever knew, that was the most.
He held her to him. "That's the stuff, baby," he encouraged, rapidly kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her lips. "Cum for Papa Joe! There, baby!" He gave her two or three rapid lunges, penetrating deeply into a cunt now beginning to relax.
He laughed as her tired body involuntarily humped up at him. "That felt good, didn't it?" he asked. "Have another." And he pounded into her again, giving his cock a side-to-side movement as he pulled out. He felt the softly padded head of his cock strike her cervix. It gave him a double enjoyment. To feel so cum-my and hold it back. And the pride of making this woman cum. No chance of fucking her into unconsciousness as he had with little Arden. She was too smart. But it was great to feel that he was her master. That he was socking it into her cunt when she was practically done in and smacking her tenderized parts until she had to respond.
"Papa Joe," she was whispering, holding one of her large, shapely hands behind his neck. She kissed him hard, her tongue a hot, strong delight in his mouth. "What a nice idea and what a nice name! Papa Joe! You fuck like a papa should, Joe. If that's your name."
She laughed like a little girl, and he could feel movement in the muscles still holding wetly onto his cock. To cough, to laugh, these made a woman's cunt muscles tighten up.
"Remember, you never told me your name? And now you've fucked me! So it's Joe. Joe What?"
He pulled his head up and looked down at her, his big features in a smile. "Would you believe Smith?" he laughed.
She bumped up against him, their combined sweat making the pressured contact a warm and slick pleasure. "You're lying to me, of course," she said. "But why not? Joe," she said, "Joe Smith. Did you mean it when you said you wanted to suck me? Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "What a lovely fuck that was! How nice to meet a man who just plain old likes to fuck! And suck, too, I hope," she added. "Oooohhh, how I'd like to get that nice hard cock in my mouth. Kiss me, Papa Joe!" she cried. "Let me have your tongue!"
She seemed as hot as ever. She had cum twice that Joe knew of. She was a hot piece of ass, and a beautiful one. Her body had the aphrodisiac perfection that makes some women seem to disprove the physical law which says that the whole cannot be greater than the sum of its parts.
He kissed her and she clung to him, her hips and belly moving against him, her cunt so wet that it was drenching his crotch and thighs with its juices.
"I want to suck you," she whispered hoarsely. "I want your cream in my throat, in my mouth. Oh, God, Joe! I'm so hot! I could cum again just thinking of your cock driving into me! Let me rub against your thigh!"
She held onto his arms, her breasts pressed against him in silken warmth, rubbing her belly and her bedraggled cunt on his hard thigh. Her face was tense, her eyes clamped shut.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she moaned, twisting her body against him. "JOE! I'M CUMMINGGGG! Oh, Joe! Joe! Ohhhh!"
She rolled away from him on her side, with the lower leg raised. She patted the inside of that thigh. "Put your cheek here, Joe, Darling," she whispered. "You don't have to suck me if you don't want to. Just look at my pussy while I suck you! Oh, please! Let me have your cock in my mouth!"
He could have snickered out loud. God damn, these chicks sure loved to suck a cock! Even a innocent virgin like Arden. They must have cum nerves in their chops as well as in their snatches. Whatever it was, it was nice. And even better when a great chick like this was begging for it.
He thrust his body toward her and laid his cheek on her thigh. The most comfortable way to sixty-nine. He slapped her gently on her rump.
"Okay," he said, "open it up for me, baby!"
She raised her left leg and bent her knee so that her beautiful thigh was on his ribs. He almost gasped at the pink and gold opulence of her lower body. The cunt hair was golden yellow, thick and soft and curly. The cunt lips were thick and soft, actually quivering with the intensity of her heat. Her asshole was as pink as the inner lips of her cunt, large and clean and puckered and creased as delicately as the lips of her mouth. The fine curly hair grew thickly down her thighs, around her asshole, and up the cleft of her ass to the base of her spine.
"You're beautiful," he said, and the woman moved her upper thigh to spread her cunt still more, and reached down to pat his face.
"Joe," she said softly, "I'm going to suck you now. Is there anything you want to tell me? Oh, this is the loveliest cock I ever saw! And to think I'm going to get to suck it! Joe," she said again, as though the name intrigued her, "Joe Smith, Papa Joe. Let me get my mouth on your cock before you go down on me, please?
Oh, Joe, I'm so hot!"
He felt a marvelous wet warmth close in on his cock, and the same broad, strong tongue that had been in his mouth now wrapped around the head of his cock. The rich beauty of her cuntal area had inflamed him. Been looking at a brown-haired little-girl pussy too long, he said in his mind. No question at all, this blonde beauty could really suck a prick.
She had not been kidding when she had implied that Joe's first touch might make her go skyrocketing into the wild, red oblivion of a gigantic cum-quake. Her cunt itched from above her clitoris clear into the seething sloppy dark where her womb nestled. Her cunt syrup was pouring out in a steady little stream now. She felt it oozing down into the hairs around her asshole, felt it spread along her thigh. The warmth of Joe's breath on her outer lips was like a hard, hot caress.
Suck me! her inner mind ordered. Her body moved, she felt her cunt lips open and quiver. There was a fire blowing in her clit and in the red rows of inner lips around it and beneath it.
"Oh God, Joe!" she screamed around his cock. He was on her clit now, with his tongue and lips. She was cumming like a madwoman, bumping her ass into his face so hard that she felt the bruising of his teeth on her most sensitive flesh. "Oh, baby! Suck hard!" But the scream was merely a gurgle, so fiercely was she reciprocating, her long tongue whirling around his throbbing organ. It felt so good, so smooth! The softest, smoothest thing in the world had to be a man's prick in your mouth. And the taste! Her cunt's gluey, gamey flavor. And the ripeness from under his foreskin. And the smell of sweat and, yes, the smell of shit from his body! Who dared call it nasty? She sucked and drooled and gently chewed on the long, hard cock that seemed to slide down her throat almost painlessly.
But oh, God, how marvelous that pain was! That pain of a hard cock against her gullet, or of a hard cock stretching her cunt! How wonderful.
"Joe, Joe!" She gasped his name as she tried to swallow his cock, tried to make it cum. God, how she wanted that rich saline taste. The slickness of hot starch. The flavor that's like nothing else in the world. And her own cum, on his cock, tasting better than ambrosia.
Joe felt her quicken. Her cunt was as active as a nursing baby's mouth. What muscles she had! No wonder she had given him such a fuck. Each time a pang of orgasm hit her, and they were coming fast now, her vagina opened so wide that he could drive his tongue all the way in, lapping at the flow of her cum fluids. Yes, actually lapping inside a cunt! And then how it would close in little loving thrills to push his tongue back out, as though teasing him. Inviting him to come into her pussy and play.
It was suck, suck, suck on the flowing softness of her fragrant pussy. Each suck made him happier. Each suck made him hotter. Made him more conscious of the magnificent way she was sucking his cock. He stopped for a minute because she was speaking.
"Joe, darling. Joe, listen. Let me lie on my back. Let me have him," and she shook his hard prick, "between my tits. It's been so long, Joey. Will you?"
He rose and straddled her belly, grinning down at her calmly beautiful face. She was smiling at him, holding her big smooth jugs up on her chest. He had to bend forward so that his cock would lie between them. "Put your hands on them, so," she begged. "Hold them real tight. Press the nipples in deep. With your thumbs! Ooohh! That's so-o-o good, Joe, baby! Oh, I feel your prick pulling at the skin on my boobs! Joe, do you like it? Is it nice for you?"
He found himself holding onto his control. The feel of her body, the sight of his long cock, wet with her spit, going back and forth between those gorgeous tits was too much. His flesh dragged her knockers out of shape as his hands held them with painful tightness on his tool. His thumbs were keeping the hard nipples pressed deeply into the soft tissue. And now, each time that he thrust forward the big blonde was raising her head and sticking her big tongue out so that the head of his penis was sliding right into those redly wet lips.
She was panting with the effort and with the incredible joy that she was getting from this encounter. Like many another jaded person, both the woman and the man were lifted by the spontaneity of their passage at sex. Love a and fucking are not improved by planning. By daydreaming of gaudy tricks, yes. By envisioning the thousand and one ways to excite and please a love, yes. But not by planning.
The rhythmic motions both of them were making added to the intangible cock-heaven they both dwelt in. Joe rocked back and forth, fascinated by the sight of his prick's red head appearing from between those lovely tits, then seeing the drooling mouth and tongue close over it momentarily. Each time the blonde raised her head to suck the tip of the cock, her ass pressed firmly into the mattress. Her belly went down under Joe's ass, and came sweatily back up to meet it. She was just barely able to keep from having a wildly noisy cum that would shake them both out of their concentration, but her swollen clitoris ached and burned for the release it needed.
In Joe's balls, the gathered semen and sperm were making into a pressure that would blow in a few minutes. His cock burned with the desire to cum, to shoot his milky-white ropes of jism into this marvelous woman's mouth. Her tits were so slick and warm! She had sweated until now, instead of his flesh dragging on hers, his cock was shooting in and out of this improvised tunnel of love as slickly as if it were her weeping pussy. He looked down at her hungrily.
"If I could be kissing your mouth, dear," he whispered, half-dazed by his passion. "If I could fuck you in your cunt and in your mouth and between your tits at the same time! Oh, baby! Slow down, will you? I'm about to blow my load!"
She stopped and so did he, although he still continued to rock back and forth and she continued to open and close her lips and run her tongue out.
"I want you to shoot it on my face and in my mouth and on my tits," the woman gasped hoarsely. "I'm so hot I'm about to die! I want you to see your jism hit me, baby! I want you to see that delicious cum shooting into my mouth!"
Joe eased off her body carefully. "I want to suck you out," he said stubbornly. "You've got a way of opening up your cunt so I can get my tongue all the way in! I like it! I want that fountain of cum-juice inside your pussy!" His eyes were glazed with lust and his tongue felt thick. The perfume of her heated cunt was like a drug to him.
She got on her side. Her face and voice were tender.
"Suck me, then, baby!" she said in a thin voice. "Let me open my cunt for you. You can watch it!"
When Joe got his cheek down on her thigh again, and she opened her legs wide putting the other thigh on his chest, he felt her body strain. At once, like a miracle, her cunt gaped open. It was so red from use and passion that it seemed to glow like neon. The light was good enough so that he could see into it for a depth of two inches or more.
She had opened it for his tongue and he licked into it gratefully, swirling his tongue around its sides. The aroma was more exciting than ever and he knew that the strength of it came from the very heart of her cunt.
Each trip with his tongue brought him a mouthful of her sweet and syrupy cunt goo. Each sweep, he felt her inner muscles palpitate softly. Once he put his lips inside the trembling ring of muscle and sucked deeply, and felt and heard the gorgeous woman groan in ecstasy.
From the continual fluttering of her cunt he knew she was cumming constantly, a series of small orgasms that were making her asshole pucker and turn out. Its inside was as pink as the inside of her cunt. If only he had more than an hour! How he would love to bugger her, to suck that spanking clean sphincter.
He took his mouth away and said, "Oh, baby, this is so good! So sweet! Are you ready for your big one, dear? Do you want me to hit your clit?"
The strong body shuddered and he heard the big girl draw breath hissingly between her teeth. "Yes, suck it," she said. "But take a big breath first. I may drown you!"
For his own pleasure he opened the upper part of her slit with his thumbs. The softly padded tissues were deep and thick and soft. In the moist valley her clitoris was bulging out as aggressively as a man's cock, trembling with its hard held desire.
Tenderly but with fierce purpose he sucked it into his mouth, holding it softly between his lips. His tongue went over it just once and then he knew what she had meant by drowning him.
Her powerful but softly muscled thigh clamped his head. Her cunt seemed to open and spread over his face. His nose was pressed into the blood-filled inner labia. As she pumped her strong body back and forth, his nose and the rest of his face went back to her asshole, into the damp blonde hairs so thick around it. Her screams were making her body vibrate.
"Joe! Suck it, baby! JOE! JOE!"
Her hands were raking at his sides, but she was avoiding his cock where Joe's own orgasm hung on a hair trigger.
He could feel the crowding of blood and the itch of cum-nerves all through his dick, down in his balls, around his clenched asshole. All was sex and sex was all. He was eating it and breathing it and wishing he could creep inside this lovely clasping cunt all the way.
He was as weak and pliant as if he had had two or three long, hard cums. His mouth was wet and tingling from her pussy and its taste and power. He rolled away and saw his cock, hard and jerking, an inch from the woman's tits. Her face was fixed in a scowl of love and he quaked inwardly as her seeking mouth closed on the red head. But his fuck-fever was so great, his balls so ready to explode, that he gave himself completely to her mouth.
The wave of orgasm shook him and he fucked deeply into her throat. He felt her entire body respond in joy, and he fucked against her throat again, driving into it, far down past the base of her tongue.
As he began his spurts of semen, crying out in animal joy at each surge of pleasure, he saw with awe that her cunt was opened again, opening and closing, and her clit, now out of its protective nest, was throbbing like his cock. She was cumming again!
He looked down between them as a new sensation touched him. She had pulled his cock out of her mouth and was aiming its long, hot ropes of milky jism at her breasts, at her face, her mouth and eyes opened. She was laughing in a fever of lust, licking the sticky drops and rivulets of cum as they slithered down her face.
It seemed to Joe that he came longer and faster than usual. There was a hell of a lot of it.
He hoped she would have time to change the bed before that husband of hers showed up.
Chapter Five
It was a real blast, watching the blonde clean herself up. Raking up every last drop of Joe's jism from her round, firm tits. Smiling up at him as she sucked her fingers.
"You really dig to eat that cum-cream, don't you, baby?" Joe asked her. And she leaned against him as she sat on the bed, holding his cock and licking it like crazy.
Just for laughs he showed her his drivers license. "So you'll know I really am Joe Smith," he said.
But it was another card in his wallet that interested her. His license to sell real estate.
"Hey, what do you know!" she exclaimed. "A realtor! My husband's in the same business."
The mention of her husband hurried Joe a little. But he tried not to show it. He felt and squeezed her big boobs every time he came near. He ran his hand into the wet hairs of her cunt, into the still swollen lips. He even asked about her husband.
"What did you mean if s so nice to have a man who just plain old likes to fuck?" he asked as he tied his tie. "Don't tell me you're married to a guy who doesn't like sex?"
She made a face. "Oh, he likes sex, all right. But with too many quirks and tricks." She sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she exclaimed.
The thought of sexual oddities on this woman so wonderfully created for fucking aroused Joe's interest. "Tricks?" he asked. "What tricks?"
She was up and putting on a flowing robe which she had taken from a large closet. "Look," she said, pointing at the array of clothes. "Makes me dress like Shirley Temple as a little girl. Or like a pirate's slave." She held up a tiny leather apron with large metal lock on its belt. "This is for when he chains me up."
"Son of a bitch," Joe exclaimed. "Doesn't he screw you?"
"Yeah," the blonde sighed. "After we go through a lot of stupid play acting." She looked at the clock. "I hate to see you go, Joe," she said. "Oh, how I love that cock of yours. And all that lovely juice!" She licked her lips and laughed, "At least I know your name."
She stood very close to him so that he could almost sense the warmth of her body through his clothes. The sweet scent of hot woman and lathered cunt nearly choked him.
He said, "I'm not going to kiss you, baby. If I do, I'll get another hard-on." He patted her strong, beautiful ass. "I just keep calling you 'baby.' What's your real name?"
"Faith," the big girl answered. "Isn't that a blast? My folks were old-fashioned. But I like the name." She had her face around the door as Joe was on the little porch. "Faith Ogden. Maybe we'll see each other, sometime."
Joe stopped and turned around. "Ogden?" he asked in a stupid way. "Ogden? A real estate licensee? You're not married to Harry Ogden, are you? Oh, Jesus!" he said and began to laugh. "Harry Ogden's old lady!"
He opened the screen door with one hand and pressed it on Faith's bare arm. "Excuse me for laughing," he gasped. "But it's really funny. I've known old Harry for ten, maybe twelve years. So maybe we will see each other again, baby. I mean, Faith!"
He gave her arm a squeeze and hurried off. On the way back, thinking of the man he knew and the way he treated women, he wanted to laugh and cry. Because Harry was kinky. And the thought of that broad, silken ass spread wide for Harry Ogden's weird expressions of lust was kind of scary.
It was kind of hot, too. It gave Joe a hard-on. And it was such a crime, considering the way Faith could suck and fuck. Wow! That pussy of hers! The way she could open it up so he could get his tongue inside! And the way she got her tongue wrapped around his prick, that was something else! Beautiful!
He still had the hard-on, or part of it, when he got to his own home and his own wife.
"Joe!" Arden cried, tears in her eyes. "I'm so glad to see you! I've missed you so!"
She was fresh out of the shower and her skin felt like warm rose petals, so smooth and soft. And all she had on was that shorty nightgown, so that the soft and curly hair on her young pussy actually showed below the hem. Joe still thought about the blonde, but it seemed to him that little Arden's titties had grown, just in this short honeymoon. Of course, they weren't as big and full as Faith's. His seeking hands squeezed down on them so hard that she squealed, but she pressed against him. And shyly put her hand down to confirm what her sensitive belly had picked up on. That he did really have a hard-on.
He gave her sweet little boobies another hard squeeze and a push that sent her onto the bed. Her legs flew up and spread apart. Her sweet little cunt had lips almost as thick and fat as the older woman's. Even in the brief time her legs were up and open, Joe saw the slick, clear juice run out of that pink little hole.
And when he knelt by the bed and she rolled over to kiss him, her tongue seemed almost as long and strong and thick as Faith's.
"Baby!" he said. "That's some stuff you've got there!" And he ran his big fingers lightly down into the quickening flesh between her hairy cunt lips.
She clung to him, her sweet young mouth open in hot delight, and kissed his mouth, running her tongue over his and under it. "Joe," she whispered, "I've been thinking about you and your cock all day! Oh, Joe, please let me see it! Let me play with it!"
He was suddenly filled with a warm desire to give her a memorable happening. "You mean will I let you suck it," he said. "And the answer is, sure as hell, baby! Tonight you learn to suck cock!"
The warmth he felt toward his young wife turned to anger at her reaction. He was partly on the bed, one arm between her raised thighs. His face was next to hers. His cock had grown harder the moment he thought of shoving it into Arden's slick young mouth.
But she leaped from his as though activated by a steel spring and cried in a shocked voice: "How dare you talk to me like that! Your own wife!" To make it all the more ridiculous, the flimsy little excuse for a nightgown was bunched above her waist and her belly, cunt and ass were in plain view.
Joe stared at her in angry disbelief and he automatically reached for her body. She almost spat at him and aimed, one foot in a sort of girlish kick at his face. It was an old reflex, based on long forgotten untruths and bad teaching. But Joe didn't know that and didn't care.
With a snarl, he swung his big hand at her face and saw her fall backwards. Unappeased, he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her rounded ass toward him. In a small red blaze of rage, he began to hit her firm asscheeks with his open hand. Smack! Smack! Over and over, while the girl writhed and screamed and tried to pull away.
Until at last, with his anger cooled and some part of his good nature returned, he flung her away from him. And very deliberately began to remove his clothes.
"You phoney little bitch," he growled. "You can get up in the morning and sneak a suck on my prick, can't you? But when I give you the chance to make a woman of yourself, no way! You've got to yell and whine and play mama's girl. Well, fuck it!"
The exercise of whipping his girl-wife's pretty ass had stirred his blood and made his breath come faster. He flung himself on her unmoving body and jerked her around on her side.
"Cut out that crying!" he ordered. "And pull off that fucking stupid nightgown!"
Her breasts tumbled out as she quickly ripped the shorty gown off over her head. They were definitely bigger. They had shape, they had weight. And, as he dragged her roughly to him and shoved his cock hard between those fresh young breasts, they proved to have warmth as well.
"Joe," he heard her frightened young voice. "Please, Joe, don't hurt me any more!"
He felt her hands on his cock, felt one of them slide down to clasp his balls. Without more ado, he jerked her top thigh across his body and brutally jerked the other toward him to serve as a soft pillow. It was Faith Ogden and their sixty-nine all over again. But in spite of the similarity there was a haunting difference.
Arden's pussy was mature enough. Arden had a wealth of cunt hair. Not as much as Faith's. It didn't gather around her pink little asshole like a dense fringe of brush. But her cute ass cheeks were plump and firm and it was marvelous fun to pull them apart with his thumb.
The little voice came again. "Joe! Don't be mad at me! Please, Joe, I'm sorry I was so stupid!"
He jammed his face into her flowing twat, nosed the heavy lips apart and ground his mouth against her. At once she leaped and screamed and her cunt squeezed at his tongue.
He took his mouth away from her fragrant, sweetly oozing pussy. He reached between them, found a naked breast and pinched it unmercifully.
At once there was a muffled scream and the childish voice whimpered: "Don't hurt me any more, Joey! Please don't hurt me any more!"
It should have touched his heart, but he noticed that her cunt had immediately responded to the brutal pain in her tit.
"Keep your mouth shut!" he hissed. "Get it around my cock! God damn it, you sure sucked on it yesterday morning! So go on, bitch. Suck it now!"
Something warm and soft and slick closed on his tool. It wasn't very positive but it was sweet and pleasing. Better yet, it was because he had forced her to do it. No way to explain women. They said they would and then backed out. They licked you in your sleep and screeched when you told them to blow your cock. But what the fuck! They had the merchandise, all right. They had the cunts.
The warm smell of Arden's clean little cunt began to get to Joe. Maybe she had just gotten out of the shower, but it sure as hell had that good, strong perfume. Like old Swiss cheese. Plus a bit of herring. Plus something else that no one could define. It was cunty. Joe's tongue hardened and saliva flooded his mouth.
He nuzzled into those soft flaps again, nosing the long hairs aside. The long hairs wet with her cum juice. God, what a lot of cunt-squeezin's came out of that girlish twat!
He sucked on it in a tentative way, still wondering why she had been outraged at being asked to suck his cock. At his first suck, her mouth clamped down on the head of his prick. He sucked again, harder. And now he felt it. Her long, strong tongue was actually caressing his dick. It was really long enough to go right around the head. She was giving him a powerful suck-off. Maybe not the most expert in the world. But very, very good.
He slowly withdrew his cock from her face, pulling his loins back. When he felt her body move, he gently rammed it to her, feeling the cushiony, sensitive head make a soft but firm contact with the rear of her throat. Her soft hand tightened on the stem and her tongue lashed more feverishly on the head. She loved it!
He said, directly into the heated pink trough of her sex, "You're sucking me pretty good, baby! For an amateur, you've got some talent for a blow job! Keep sucking me and when I get ready to pop my nuts I'll let you know. So you can take it out of your mouth."
He felt her body stiffen and thought it might be some leftover resentment at his gutter language. Laughing, he licked in her flowing slit and drank up her juices. The soft texture of her inner lips, the delicate girl-flavor of her cunt ooze made his cock throb a bit. But she amazed him.
She took his cock out of her mouth but clung to it with her hands. "Joe Smith, that's a mean thing to say," the tragic young voice came to him. "Take it out of my mouth! You dare try to take it away from me when I make it start to cum and I'll bite it off!" Her mouth closed on it again and he felt the quick flash of her tongue across it, and then the delicate pressure of teeth.
He began to fuck into her face, laughing silently, and his tongue was busy in her slit. At each move of his hips, his head moved. Each time this happened, his tongue ploughed in the softly drooling furrow of pink flesh.
He became aware that her cuntal aperture was opening and closing. When it opened, he ran his tongue in. It went in easily, almost as deeply as he had in Faith's experienced pussy. Now that he was so close to it, he could see there was more hair around her asshole than he had thought.
All at once his body tightened. His nuts, which had been lolling around under his young wife's chin, were pulling up tight to his pole. There was an electric sensation in his big cock.
He got his arm under her lower thigh and put his other arm over and around the thigh on his shoulder. With a hard pull, he got her ass-cheeks wide apart and began to suck furiously at her pink asshole. Her ass was so firm, so round, so gorgeously fashioned.
As he felt Arden's strong young body begin to weave and move in his grasp, he also felt the hottest and slickest pressures on his cock. This child of sixteen, this near-virgin was swallowing his rigid tool. It was going into her throat. The powerful muscles she used in swallowing food were rubbing up and down on the tender-est membranes in his body!
Ever afterward, Arden Smith would remember this night with love and shame. Shame for her first phoney reaction. And love for herself for her final response. And of course there was Joe. She always remembered Joe.
Her body had been tense and tingly even before Joe drove into the driveway. She had bathed her firm self in some wild anticipation of what she and Joe would do. And her cunt had just seemed to fall open when Joe grabbed her. As it always did, the silly,' itchy, runny old thing! How she loved it! And then Joe had shocked her by saying what she had wanted him to say. Only he said it so bad. Like all the words she had always been scared of.
Now she had his cock in her mouth and his tongue in her cunt. How could she have frozen up so? And Joe, dear Joe! Beating her ass off.
How it burned. And how she had hated him. And then as the pain of his blows warmed her ass until she felt like melting, the warmth seemed to flow right into her pussy. Until it seemed to swell like her boobs during her period. And they felt so-o-o-o good! Her cunt lips. Oh, how gorgeous, while Joe was beating her ass half off.
She just felt as if she were cumming all that time and what was pouring out of her was just her slick, runny juice. That Joe loved. But the very best thing of all was that Joe had beaten her to make her suck his cock.
She nursed fiercely at the hard prick, covered by its soft skin. And warmed by Joe's hot blood. She had seen a tiny drop of clear fluid at the tip in the slit in the head.
It was such a little bit of stuff. Not like the floods of rich sperm that Joe shot into her that she sneaked out of her pussy when she went in the bathroom afterwards and ate, nearly dying of love as she licked her cunty fingers all covered with Joe's cum.
Her body shook with a deeply painful, deeply beautiful orgasm. Joe was so interested in eating her cunt that he wasn't aware of it But she sucked at his cock more eagerly.
Oh, God, how I wish I knew more about it, she thought. I almost wish I hadn't been a stupid virgin! I wish I'd learned where a man's cock feels the best. Then I'd suck it and lick it right in those places!
There was a fire-storm of orgasm building in her belly. In her cunt. In her guts. All through her. It would burst. It would pass. But all she could think of was having this wonderful man-prick wallowing in her spit, pressed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Suddenly she thought:
I've got his cock where I want it. Why am I so anxious?
And she could have giggled with relief.
Her body shook as he tongued into her hot little twat. It was a beautiful feeling. Love and desire. Romance and fuck lust. She trembled, her womb feeling about to burst.
Now she knew why Joe loved the taste and smell of her pussy. It had fascinated her, too, all her life. But she had thought that was only because it was hers and because she was depraved, not because the smell and taste of sex was so lovely, so heart-twisting... the taste of Joe's cock!
It was wild. Like the taste of her own cunt. She sucked furiously to keep her expanding mind from thoughts of cumming. The randy, raunchy scent of Joe's crotch brought her to the brink of orgasm. She felt the fierce twist of a cum deep inside her. One more suck from Joe and she would cream all over his dear face. How could she help it? Her tits ached where Joe had bruised them.
Dear Joe! He knew exactly what to do! Her love flamed in her, in her cunt, in her mouth. Her mouth felt like it was cumming, Joe's cock tasted so sweet and masculine.
Her hand-hold on his hard stem was her security. She could use her other hand to hold his enormous balls. That kid in the eleventh grade, the one who had cried her into holding his cock. What a drip! Little old balls like pecans. And Joe's were like hen eggs. Oooohhh! OOohh! How she loved them! And this cock! She was bursting.
There was such a feeling of suction on his prick that Joe was writhing. He had his mouth really buried in Arden's sweet-flowing cunt. It was fantastic how much he had taught her in so short a time. It felt like her cunt was sucking him instead of the other way around. Her tits were just marvelous down there around his belly. If it didn't feel so good to have his fingers holding the sweet flesh of his bride's ass, dabbling in the slickness of her warm cum-flow, he'd reach down and give them a hard feel.
Oh, good God Almighty! He was, he couldn't be. Could he? He had controlled that overload for so long with that blonde. And now, less than three hours after she had drained him, he was about to shoot again!
"Oh, Christ!" he groaned into the melting, gruelly cunt that was pouring out fuck-juice into his sucking mouth. "Oh, Arden baby! Oh, baby! You're sucking me so GOOD! Oh, that's it baby, get it all! Get all that jizz!"
Arden's moment of greatness moved her physically as well as spiritually. There was a sharp throb of pain and love much deeper in her body than she had felt before. It came again, a burst of pain and fire and beauty. Skin-crawling pangs that sucked right up her ass, that made her tremble from between her toes to the roots of her hair.
"I feel you, Joe!" she tried to scream, but the massive cock was beginning to jerk in her mouth.
She went down on it hard, hurting her throat because it was so big and rigid. The hot juice, the slick cum squirted out of it. Some went down her throat and she was grateful. Joe's rich seed in her stomach! Some regurgitated back around the base of her tongue. Oh, God, that taste!
"I love you, Joe! Fuck my throat, Joe! Fuck me in the head, Joe. Fuck my tonsils! Fuck all the way down to my belly! Shoot it into me, baby! Oh, Papa Joe!" She would have been screaming all this but that glorious stuffing of meat in her mouth made it into nothing more than a constant groan. Such love! Such power to raise a girl right off the bed, right up to the stars! And that flow of jism, one hot spurt after another. But she had to see it, she just had to!
"Joe!" she screamed. "Joe, forgive" and the hard shot of cum-gravy hit her right in the face, just above her mouth, and she nearly strangled. But she saw it! She was holding the writhing, jerking cock. It was pointed right between her eyes. The big red head expanded, glistened, and the little slit opened. Another hard shot of the sticky, rich fluid came at her and she caught it in her happy mouth.
"Uggghhh!" she choked. She meant to say: "I'm CUMMING, Joe! Love me! Fuck me! Oh, Joe, I worship your cock!" But the slick seed was on her tongue and lips. It was rolling down her throat. Just as the spasm of lust was shooting off in her guts, in her cunt. So it came out: "UGGGGHHH!" and Joe understood.
He was watching now. Looking down between her breasts. So young, so firm. Their nipples were as big asno, by God. He wouldn't think of that other broad.
The smell and taste of cunt was so thick that it was choking him. Some of her clear juice had somehow gotten into his eyes. But he saw his girl-wife holding his cock, aiming it into her face. He saw her lovely young mouth wide open to shoot the jism into it. God, how he kept cumming and cumming! And he began to suck on the bloated, blood-gorged lips of Arden's pussy until one final pang wracked him and he closed his eyes. His mouth was half open. It was filled with the soft-haired flesh of Arden's cunt lips. A trickle of warm cum-goo was leaking out, finding its way into his slack lips, and he automatically swallowed.
Arden's sense of fulfillment was sweet and overpowering. She had overcome her final prudishness. She hoped. She licked her lips, running her tongue over her teeth and gums. There was still the scent and flavor of male seed. It was so rich, so thick! Her tired cunt gave a warm, itchy crawl that sent a trickle of joy-juice into her husband's mouth.
His cock was as clean as a baby's. She had licked every last drop from around the head and under the foreskin. She had opened the little slit and sucked gently to get any lurking drop from that tiny orifice.
With a little moan of content and love, she inched her body forward until she could hold Joe's softening cock against her warm breast.
With her free hand, she reached back of her for a sheet to pull over them both. When Joe woke up, they could eat. For now, her appetites were satisfied.
Chapter Six
Things went smoothly for the Smiths. In spite of an occasional claim that he was thirty-five years old and could hardly be expected to keep up with the sexual demands of a sixteen year old kid, Joe kept Arden well fucked.
One reason was her quickness to accede to anything he asked. Her pink and girlish little asshole had learned a marvelous elasticity. It still hurt like hell when Joe's big dick first went into it. But even the hurting was part of the final payoff in gut-deep pleasure.
But Seddon Pines, while it had started with almost five, hundred homes to sell was now down to its last fifty or sixty. The other salesmen would lie back and wait for the Seddon Company to open a new development, but Joe wasn't that kind. He was reading the real estate news and talking to title company men and an occasional local broker. He was edgy and itchy and nervous. It worried Arden.
She was young enough so that almost everything that happened to her was a novelty. And interesting. Joe's reaction to her periods, for example, and the changes in her young body.
On Joe's days at work, she loved to stand or lounge in front of the tall-mirrored vanity in the master bedroom. There she could view and assess her charms. And love them.
Her breasts were larger, no doubt about it. They seemed to swell every time Joe fucked her or sucked her or had her engage in some other lovely variation. And some of the swelling was permanent. Her body was still slender, as slender as ever, except that her butt was bigger, she thought. She admired it in the mirror as she turned in profile, drawing in a breath of delight as she ran her warm hand clear into it. Touching her asshole, sliding forward enough to feel the wet flow from her pussy.
She would lie for an hour sometimes just looking at her cunt. It was beautiful, she thought. It was twice as fat and soft and rounded. The lips were so thick. They'd never been like that before she married Joe.
"Pretty thing," she whispered, fingering the sensitive inner lips. "Joe," she would say in a low and sexy voice, "Joe, I want you to fuck me!"
And when Joe was there he would. And when he wasn't, she would finger-fuck herself. If she felt like it.
Because she felt supremely grown up. She was married. She was her own boss. Except for Joe, of course. Joe was her real boss, and she never wanted to forget that.
It never occurred to her that her fresh and opulent young body was sexual tonic for Joe. She loved her body, of course. Loved the way it looked and the way it felt when she played with her various parts. But it was in direct ratio to Joe's interest that she loved herself. Joe's wishes were everything, and she now always said, "Whatever you want, Joe," no matter what he wanted.
Like the first time she got the curse after they were married. She had never felt as bad as Mama claimed she felt. Just a little depressed. And her pussy was usually swollen and a little sensitive. Her boobs swelled up, too. And her nipples hurt when they pressed against her dress. That was kind of nice, in a way. So she didn't mind menstruating.
However, she had always heard that a man didn't like a woman who had her monthlies. Turned them off, Mama said. But not Joe! Of course, they had only been married three weeks when she had her first period as a married woman. And she tried to tell Joe in a regretful tone that she wasn't up to anything in the way of sex.
Man! Had Joe showed her!
He spanked her ass until it was sore and the heat of the spanking joined the heat in her twat. Then he stuck his big cock in her face, let her suck it until she was hot enough to blow sky high and thenhe fucked her! Period and all!
"If a guy's scared of a girl's period, he's too scared to enjoy a fuck!" Papa Joe had said, his thick lips spread in a beautiful smile, his dark eyes hot. And if there was some menstrual blood on the sheets, what the hell, Joe said.
"They're our sheets, baby!" he laughed.
So she adored Joe and wanted only what he wanted. And she didn't know that perhaps Joe wanted something she didn't have and couldn't give him.
Like a strange piece of ass. Particularly a piece of belly dancer's ass from a blonde belly dancer. Because
Faith Ogden had just disappeared.
"Mrs. Ogden finished her harem dance class with us," the lady at the YMCA told him. "They've moved, I think."
He checked the subdivision office where Faith's home was located. Yes, they told him, they had sold the house to Harry Ogden. One of their salesmen. He still owned it, but they hadn't his address.
Joe even wrote the Real Estate Commissioner's office in Sacramento. Harry Ogden wasn't working, according to their records. Last heard from in Santa Vaca County.
And Joe lusted for that soft, fat, drooling cunt with its curly blonde hair. And its incredible muscle control. He even had Arden get a library card and get a book on belly dancing. And like a miracle the young girl became very good at it. Cute and sexy in the see-through harem pants and the brass-trimmed bra and the sequined veil.
"Try to make your cunt shake and tremble when I get it into you, baby," Joe said hoarsely, aiming his red and throbbing cock at his child-bride's shaking and trembling pussy as she tried to give Joe what he wanted.
"But Joe, darling," she said, "when I hold still for you to get it in, it sort of throws me out of rhythm." It was too bad, but she was really so sweet and charged with native fuck talent that Joe was not unhappy.
"See if you can swallow it all the way, Arden," he would say when they were lying reversed on the bed. "Straighten out your neck. Did you ever see a sword swallower? He throws his head back so its a straight line down his throat all the way to his belly."
Arden squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, marvelous, Joe!" she cried. "I'd like to have it clear down me, all the way into my belly!"
She frowned. "But maybe my digestive juices would hurt the tender part," she said. And Joe could never make out whether she was on the level with that kind of baloney.
She tried and tried, even got a book on circus freaks to learn about sword swallowing. And finally, although it did strain her throat, he could drive his big cock all of its length into her throat. His pubic hair pressed her upper lip, his balls covered her eyes. And wow! That great cock was clear down into her lungs.
"Jesus! Baby, I never thought you could do it," Joe said admiringly. "It must hurt like hell. Doesn't it?"
She colored with pride and love. "It's for you, Joe, my darling. Don't you believe me? When I say I'll do anything to make our marriage work, I mean it. Anything! And," she added, blushing again, "my book on marriage says that happy sex means a happy marriage."
That was some book. "Happy Sex." By some pair of doctors who were able to persuade dummies to pose for pictures. Not models, either. Just plain, ordinary people. And the things they posed for! Even Joe got a kick out of it. And a few ideas. Good thing, too. It wasn't always easy to get a hard-on every time little hot-nuts Arden warmed up.
"Jesus, baby, that really does look hot," Joe growled in her ear. She was on his lap and they were both facing the tall mirror.
His hard and hairy cock was plunged between the thick lips of her cunt. There seemed to be a lot of cock showing but that was a part of it that never got into Arden. She knew that. God knows, she had tried every way to get it all in her. But it was a beautiful and lascivious sight.
When she moved, the hairy outer lips of her pussy were rolled back. The wet pink lining showed. Joe's cock was highlighted by the clear juice that was always present up in Arden's young vagina. And especially present at times like this.
"Bounce me up and down a little, Papa Joe," the girl said in a high voice, like a really little girl. "Ooooh, lookie," she cried in falsetto delight. "Look at Papa Joe fuck his baby girl! Ride a cock horse!" she cried. "Oh, Joe, I never knew what that nursery rhyme meant! A cock horse!" And she bounced and banged until Joe held her firmly on it.
"You're tearing the skin off my prick," he growled, but she knew he was proud of her for being so tight.
Her long brown hair streamed down over her breasts, and his big hands worked in the hair. It sent shock thrills of heat through her belly, through every nerve in her body that was in any way connected with her genitals. Genitals! Gee, that was a crazy word. But Arden loved it. It had a sort of grown-up mystique to it. If she went to a doctor, he would examine her genitals. Suppose he happened to be a young doctor? And good-looking? Wow!
"Joe," she whispered, "you're way up me. As deep from the bottom as you are from the top. When I'm being a sword swallower, I mean." Her body trembled and it was great for Joe. An electric feeling. Almost like when that blonde broad sucked him into her pussy and "isolated" as she called it. He clamped his hands hard on her firm, heavy young breasts. The nipples stuck out of his clutching fingers and she cried out in helpless pain and love.
"Hurt me, Joe! Do you like that, Joe? Hurt me, baby! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! OH GOD, JOE! FUCK IT INTO ME, BABY! FUCK IT INTO ME!"
There was a long moment when she could not scream, when all her body could do was feel the splitting warmth of the belting cum-wave. Her voice chopped off in her throat. Her womb jerked like Joe's cock when he was cumming. Deep inside her body, where the fuck juice grew. Where fuck muscles crept and clenched. Where pain and love and beauty were like a hot sword cutting through her clit. Blasting her cunt.
And then she was writhing with all her young strength, and Joe, lusting and laughing, feeling her superb body made into one huge cunt to please him, fucked up her as hard as he could. With his great strength, he swept her up and threw her on the bed. He held her so tightly that his cock stayed buried in the writhing darkness of her pussy.
As they fell on the bed, with Joe still on top, his hard cock was jammed into her with all his weight. He was now in the first painful steps of orgasm, when the pressure of hot semen seems ready to rip through any restraint. When tubes and flesh are seared with heat and a man's balls are too full.
He closed his eyes because he wished to see in his mind the swollen division of his young bride's cunt lips, their rounded, soft hairiness. And their pink surfaces shiny-wet with her cum juices.
Every inch of Arden's skin seemed charged with the fire of orgasm, the deeply beautiful itch of cumming. She felt her beloved husband's cock twisting in her guts, beating on her most intimate inner parts. Her womb seemed to hang open to the blows of his cock. Her clitoris was like a boil that was bursting open in pleasure rather than pain.
Her voice came back in a ragged scream: "AAARRRGGHHH! MY CUNT! MY BELLY! OH, JOE, FUCK ME HARDER! AARRGHH! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! OOOHHHHHhhhhhhh!" and her voice caught in her gagging throat as she passed through the momentary blackness of the ultimate cum spasm.
Joe held her and licked the tears off her smooth cheeks. His hands continued to pull in long, milking strokes on her breasts. The scent of female heat grew under her arms but his drained balls prevented any reaction. His cock was still in his wife's tight fuck-hole but they were both quiescent.
She felt his shriveled pole slip from her cunt, forced out by her natural tightness. And for once, she was so thoroughly fucked that she did not protest. In fact she did not even regret not being able to eat the hot load of cum he had shot up her.
"Oh, Joe," she whispered at last, "you were so marvelous! I'm so grateful to you! What did I do? How'd you get so hot?"
He laughed deep in his throat. "When you sounded like a little kid," he said. "All at once, I couldn't see any hair on your pussy, any tits under my fingers. I felt like I was splitting the pussy of an eight-year-old kid! Raunchy, isn't it? Butwell, what do I say? You know me, baby. At least you know me part way. My cock needs variety. And you sure give it to me."
She turned and began to kiss him, laughing and crying.
"Oh, how I love you, darling!" she sobbed. "Do you want to fuck an eight-year-old? I'll get you one! I know a girl at home, she's just going on nine, all she talks about to her sister is fucking. I'll get her! I can do it!"
He felt only mildly amused. The thought of an honest-to-God pre-teen child impaled on his cock was a fantasy. But a fantasy not terribly interesting just now. He rubbed his face under her arm and over her breasts, then licked down to her belly.
"I do believe you'd do it," he said.
She clung to his head. "Of course I would," she vowed. "And I'd hold her cunt open while you slipped it into her!"
"Maybe I'll ask you to do something like that, baby," he said. "But not with a little girl. With a big girl.
How about that?"
She hugged his arm and shivered. "Anything for you, Joe," she whispered. "Anything! Now, let me suck you a little, huh?"
Chapter Seven
It was the next day that lightning struck Joe.
He was in Del Rey Beach at the Santa Vaquita Water Company office, making sure that service was turned on in a house he had just sold.
There was a female ass worth noting just ahead of him, and he checked it automatically. Then the legs. Then the tits. Then the lightning. It was Faith Ogden.
She was almost as glad as he was. "We came back here," she said, "because Harry has a job on a small tract near the beach. Not many units, maybe forty. But big-ticket stuff. Eighty thou, up to a hundred G's. And he gets a full point." She looked at Joe and shivered. "The hell with what Harry's doing," she said, and her voice was thick. "I need a good fuck! Is that so terrible, Joey? You know I can get a man in bed, almost any man, don't you, dear? But I keep thinking of that cock of yours!"
Joe's heart raced, but habit made him go slow. "What's with Harry? His cock's as big as mine. Bigger. I've seen it."
She peered at him soberly, then laughed bitterly. "You wouldn't believe what's happened to him," she said. "He's nuts for oddball stuff. It's all right for a while. But a girl like me, well, maybe I'm old-fashioned. I dig to suck and fuck. And Joe," she said intensely, "I know how to do it!"
He squeezed her arm, wishing he could get his cock into her this very moment. He was thinking. "You used to like what Harry did?" he asked slowly.
"Yeah, yeah. It was fun, at first. But it gets old. And Harry just stays in the same old rut. He can't even get it up unless he looks at a dirty movie while he whips my ass. No girl likes that. Not as a steady diet."
Joe ran his hand over her gorgeous ass, feeling the solid muscularity of it. His cock, so used up last night, knew a stir of life.
"Just tell me how to get hold of Harry," he said.
"Why, Joe, we're back in our same house," she said. "The one you were in. And the number's in the book." Joe came home early that night. It was the end of the week. As usual, he gave Arden his "draw" of three hundred bucks.
"Savings account ought to be pretty good size, baby," he said with a smile. "If I'm ever out of a job for a couple of weeks, we can eat."
She hugged him and felt in his crotch. "You're home early," she whispered. "Do you want to fuck? Look, I'm ready!"
She lay back on the bed and raised her legs, letting her short skirt fly up around her belly. Her legs were strong and rounded, her young rump seemed very wide in this position. Her brown-haired pussy gaped open, showing the pink lining. It was wet and slick and glistening. In spite of what he had planned, Joe felt a tremor of heat in his cock.
He dropped on the bed beside her, kissing her quickly. Her tongue came wetly out to meet his and he sucked at it, then withdrew with a laugh.
"That's my hot little baby," he said. "You're in the right mood. I'm taking you out to see some friends tonight."
She was curious at first, then excited. When Joe said: "I told this guy what a wife I had and he didn't believe it." Arden bounced up and down on the bed.
"You mean you're going to make me do things to prove I love you?" She looked at once eager and doubtful. "What do we do, Joey?"
He held her close. "It's just for laughs with an old friend," Joe said. "Guy I've known for years. And his wife. He says she's a hell of a sport. But I said that my wife's a better sport than any woman in the world."
She was so excited and so eager to prove that Joe was right that she could hardly eat her dinner. And, when they arrived at the Ogden home, she tried to act very grown up, but she could hardly wait for the fun to begin. Neither could Joe.
After he had said: "Hi, Harry. Good to see you again," and: "So this is Faith. Hello, Faith. Nice to meet you," he presented the girl at his side.
"My wife," he said simply. "Arden. Isn't she something?"
Harry was a nice sort of man, Arden thought. An inch or two shorter than Joe, but heavy set and strong looking. He had the fullest, reddest lips she ever saw on a man. And his eyes were deeply set in little wrinkled pouches of flesh. And his hands were soft and warm when he took her hands and held them. Not hard, like Joe's.
"Joe tells me you're only sixteen," he said in a husky, intimate voice. "I think you look pretty grown up for sixteen." He laughed and winked at his wife, a lovely blonde called Faith. "Experience ages a woman," he joked, and Arden hugged him briefly, she was so tickled at the whole scene.
"You're a lovely chickie," Faith said, and she went farther than Harry, actually hugging Arden. She smelled so good and felt so full and soft and warm. And her hand came clear around Arden's slender body and squeezed one of her tits.
"Thank you," the young girl said. "You're beautiful."
"Joe sure brags about you," Faith said, and it reminded Arden of why they were here. Her pussy began to feel crawly, all of a sudden, and her breasts ached. There was something she couldn't explain, something in the air. Faith looked like someone who knew everything that Arden was thinking, and it made the young girl feel hot all over. Because she had been thinking of her cunt.
"Well," Joe exclaimed in a big, laughing voice, "all I said was that my wife would do anything to please me. And you will, won't you, baby?" He very boldly ran his hand down over his wife's buttocks, lifted her short skirt in the air, and goosed his way into her pussy. "Like watching me fuck some other woman!"
It was like a blow in the face to Arden. Her mouth went dry, and a hot wave of blood flushed her face and body.
"Hey, Joe, you never said that," she protested, twisting away from him. "I thought we were all going to do, uh, something together." And she leaned against him, hiding her eyes.
But there really must have been something in the air. Because Arden began to feel hot. The crawl of cum-juice far up in her pussy tickled her so hard that she almost collapsed. She wanted to protest some more, but there were such hot pictures in her mind that she was helpless. When she could look up, she looked at Faith, and Faith was smiling. So friendly, so warm.
"You mean you're going to, uh, do it with Faith?" she asked, in a voice barely audible.
"You said you'd help me," Joe said in an excited voice. "You said you'd hold her cunt open while I slipped it in!"
"She wanted to say she had only been kidding, that it had been said in their own bedroom. That it was said in the height of her fuck-heat and wasn't meant literally.
But she was swept up in a different kind of heat. She looked at Faith, fully clothed, and saw the triangle of blonde hair on the woman's rounded belly. She saw a cunt, wet with woman-goo. With thick lips and drooling hole.
Her tongue got thick and her eyes glazed, but she could still talk. "Come on," she said, reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress. "Where's the bed?"
It seemed impossible that this was happening, and especially that she was participating.
Impossible that Joe was holding her and kissing her while the other woman was getting Joe's pants off.
And why am I so hot? she thought. It's Faith that's going to get it.
Somehow, they were all naked on the king-size bed, even Harry. And it was crazy to Arden, but so terribly exciting that she wanted something stuck inside her, into her cunt. So she could cum.
"I can't believe this," she gasped as Joe took his long, slick tongue out of her mouth. "Faith! Is this real? Are you really going to" and she had to stop talking. Because Faith was so beautiful with her clothes off.
The blonde woman was the friendliest person Arden had ever seen. "I'm, oh, I don't know what to say!" Arden cried. "I ought to be ashamed, I guess." She reached out for Faith and felt a sweep of heat go through her as their soft bodies worked warmly on each other. "But I'm not! I feelI don't knowgrown up, I guess!"
And Joe laughed and hugged her and laid down on the bed between the two of them. Harry stood at the side of the bed, laughing. He didn't have a hard-on yet, and Arden suddenly felt terribly sorry for him.
"Harry!" she cried. "Come on! Get with it!" And then all of a sudden she thought: Poor guy, maybe something's wrong with him. Because after all, he was the oldest one there, older than Joe.
So, feeling really crazy and bold, and looking up at Harry as though asking permission, she took his big soft cock in her warm little hand. And just to show she cared, she kissed the red tip of it, and at once it began to grow.
"Hey," Faith said, reaching across Joe to take Arden by the arm. "Don't forget, you're going to hold my cunt open so Joe can slip it in me, remember?"
Arden's heart almost stopped. She had never "done anything" with another girl. At least not since she was nine or ten and she and a neighbor girl had looked at each other's little hairless pussies. And now she had this wild desire burning in her body. Not just a desire to see Joe's cock go into another woman. But to see and love the cunt that Joe's cock went into.
Shi kissed Harry's large but limber cock again and rolled right over Joe, patting his face, looking at him with love. As if to say: "You see, my darling! I'll do anything for you! Anything to make our marriage a good one!"
Her breath was catching in her throat as she settled down facing Faith. The blonde, her sweet face smiling, drew the younger girl's face to her and kissed her. To her surprise, Arden's tongue went naturally into Faith's mouth.
"Gee," she whispered, "it's so exciting to do things with another girl!" And she shyly squeezed Faith's lovely tits until she remembered that she liked more force. So she really grabbed handfuls of the smooth, warm tit flesh and smashed the soft pillows until Faith gasped and kissed her harder.
"Come on now," Faith whispered. "Look at what Joe's doing to me. Do you like it?"
She lifted her top leg and Arden, getting down to the blonde's crotch, saw that Joe's hard cock was throbbing in the trough of the blonde's ass cheeks, its head near the leaking pinkness of her cunt. Her breath came in with a sharp gasp. It looked so beautiful!
"Take hold of it," Faith whispered. "Oh, Arden, I'm so hot! Put his cock into my cunt, baby! Let me cum! Put it in me, please!" She wiggled her ass when she said it, and Arden almost creamed at the sight of that beautiful blonde pussy.
She handled the throbbing hardness of her husband's cock, thrilled at the warmth and softness of the outer skin, and pressed the dark red head into Faith's drippy fuck-hole.
"Push, Joe!" she gasped. "Shove it up her! It's in, Joe! Oh, God! Shove! Oh, help me, somebody, so I can cum!"
She felt a smooth, warm hand on her ass, which was high in the air as she crouched with her nose a few inches away from the blonde pussy. She did not look back. The hand went sliding into the crease between her buttocks.
She was still holding onto Joe's cock. Just one finger and her thumb around the base of it. The rest out of sight, up Faith's cunt. His balls were drawn up tightly, the hairy skin of his ball-sac wrinkled and red. She licked her lips.
"Touch my cunt, baby!" Faith gasped. "Find my clit! Rub it! Oh, my God! I have to CUM!"
She jerked her body and shot her hips toward Arden as she cried out, and Joe's cock came out of her, slick and wet with her cunt juice, angry and red from passion. The blonde's twat was open as if it had turned inside out. There the two marvelous treasures were, right at Arden's mouth. The big cock, wet and shiny. The open cunt, a rosette of sweet pink flesh bathed in its own drippings.
There was a wildness in Arden's young breast, a fire of bursting sweetness, and she made her choice. Her young mouth came down on the cunt, her tongue seeking the aching clitoris.
The strength and wild sweetness of a mature pussy in full heat was a new sort of heaven for the passionate young girl.
She licked and sucked with feverish hunger, feeling the solid body of the older woman ripple and respond with its own heat. With all her strength, she wrapped her arms around the strongly formed thighs of the belly dancer and hung on. Her face was buried in the hotly flowing slash. With every powerful suck, she was getting a mouthful of female cum. And she loved it all. The smell, the richness and ripeness of taste, the splendid lusciousness of the softly working cunt.
"Oh, Arden!" It was Faith's voice, dimly heard. "Lie on your side, baby! Let me eat your cunt! OHHHH! SUCK ME! HOW GOOD! MY DEAR, MY DEAR! You're making me CUMMMM! Open up for me.
OHHH, CUNT! CUNT! MY CUNT! OHHHH! SUCK ME!"
And then, as a sharp shove threw her on her side, Arden's leg flew up and she felt a face go between her own thighs. A pair of strong, warm hands pried her legs apart, far apart. So that her pussy popped open. But something, better happened.
The toss threw her face away from Faith's creaming cunt. Arden's mouth was open and working in supplication. Her lips were smeared with the slick cum juices out of the blonde gash and Joe could it.
He had been mildly and pleasantly shocked at the bi-sexual ferocity of this sixteen-year-old kid. Never a word about another woman or another woman's sexual charms. And here she was diving into Faith's bushy hole like a veteran Lezzie. He had watched and listened and hung on to Faith's big tits all the while. His cock was close to shooting its load. And then, as his young bride was jarred loose from the cunt she had been eating, and her mouth opened to scream her gladness, he simply thrust forward and his cock went plunging into Arden's chops.
He could feel the vibrations as the sex-mad child tried to scream her joy with her mouth full of cock. His hands were full of Faith's big, silken titties, so round and firm and proud. He could see how the blonde was curling her experienced tongue into the wide-open snatch of the younger girl, and it was beautiful. And above them all, kneeling above his wife's face and Arden's cunt, was old Harry.
The gray-haired man's face was set in happy lines. His strong, thick cock was in his hand. It was not hard, but it was jerking. It was shooting fitful squirts of thin cum onto his wife's face and Arden's crotch. One shot of it went far enough to string out on the young girl's heaving belly. There was the earthy stench of hot cunt and hot cock all around, of sweated bodies and armpits, of humid assholes and hot breath.
Joe could tell that Arden was about to cum. Probably to cum again, he thought. His cock felt so good in her busy lips. She was potentially the greatest cocksucker he had ever known. And so young! But. Faith was the greatest.
He reached down to get one hand into the blonde's cunt. His cock, thrusting into Arden's mouth, rode wetly along his knuckles. He felt the warm and oozing cunt lips and got a finger into the slick cunt. At once, Faith's body began to pump against his hand. Her entire body moved. Her tongue fell even faster, with more loving cruelty, on Arden's spasming clit. The child was really screaming now. Really giving his dick a going over with her tongue.
He looked and saw that Harry was through cumming but was trying to get his hand down somewhere into Arden's ass. Getting one of his big fingers into that tight little rectum. It would make her cum like a machine gun. He felt Faith rotating her ass on his finger. Her cunt muscles were pressing and letting go, pressing and letting go, and he shoved his finger in hard.
She must have been cumming, too, for she simply continued to pump her dancer's body back and forth, moaning and drooling into the pink slash of Arden's sweet young pussy.
He felt something explode far up in his asshole, like a dam of pleasure breaking. It was so great that it hurt him. He squeezed Faith's breast with one hand until she seemed to rise clear off the bed in pain, and jammed his finger into her as she thrashed and screamed.
His cock began to shoot its hot ropes of semen into the working mouth around it. He felt Arden's hand squeeze the base of his prick and felt her face pressing against him. She was trying again to get his cock all the way down her throat.
"Suck me, baby!" he grated, feeling the orgasm shake him all the way through. His belly was stuck to Faith's back with their sweat. His young wife was sucking his cock and giving her own sweet and juicy cunt to the lips of the blonde. There was a hammering of blood in his ears and a release as he felt the cum-juice drain all out of his balls.
Chapter Eight
Arden was too exhausted to move. Too fucking exhausted. The thought made her smile. Wow, what an evening! Who'd have thought that little old Arden, the country kid, would be a ringmaster in this kind of a circus!
She lay under a warm coverlet, trying to remember. The room was dark. She remembered hearing voices. Joe had been angry. And so had Harry.
"A flat out trade!" Joe had shouted. "Not one fucking dime in cash! What do you want? My blood?" And Harry had said, "I've spent a lot of time on Faith." What had it meant?
She sat up. She was a little groggy. Had she heard a car drive away or hadn't she? She knew she was at Faith's. Or at Harry's. She moved to get off the bed and gave a plaintive cry, like a child awakened too suddenly.
"Joe!" she called, trying not to be too loud. "What's happened? Where are you?"
She reached down to her ankles. Someone had tied her feet together. With leather thongs, it felt like. Not too tightly, so it didn't hurt. But she couldn't have run to save her life. She shouted louder, "Joe! Faith! Somebody! Help me!"
She was feeling panicky when the light went on. There in the door was Harry. Naked. Or almost naked. He had some kind of crazy leather head-band around his brow. It was studded with knots of shining brass. And his cock looked weird, like a bad dream. So terrible that Arden began to strain her throat screaming.
The big man bounded to her and struck her a stunning blow across Hie face. "Shut up, you little fool!" he cried. "Shut up! You want to go to jail?"
She looked at him, blind with pain and fear. His cock was encased in a leather sheath that made it look a foot long, three inches wide. It was covered with long brass studs, like thick, blunt nails. It couldn't have gone into an elephant. Its very presence on his cock threw the young girl into a fit of trembling.
"Ojesuschristalmighty!" she sobbed, pointing at it. "Oh, NO! NO! You want to kill me?"
Harry grinned at her. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. "Get your ass up here to me! You want to get your ears boxed again? Do as I say!"
The child, so used to taking orders at home and at school and with Joe, obeyed. But she was sobbing. "If you put that thing in me, you'll kill me!" she shrieked.
The thickset man thrust his finger in her twat. Oddly enough, considering her fright, it responded. He twisted the finger and her sweet, smooth ass rotated while a flurry of cunt muscle caressed his finger.
"By God," the man swore, "Joe didn't lie. You do take direction." He stood there where he was, moving his finger in and out and around and about in her tender cunt. She began to feel better, less frightened. After all, any man who cared that much about how she felt couldn't be too bad.
She began to weep a little, silent tears coursing down her cheeks to fall on the bed. The soft finger in her cunt felt so good. And she was so frightened and tired. Her ass kept up its little movements and the finger went in and out.
Suddenly there was a thud on the bed and Arden saw that it was the terrible cock armor that Harry had had on his tool. He had taken it off. Maybe he was going to shove his cock into her. Well, she was ready.
It didn't happen, and she looked back. It was incredible. The man was holding one hand in her snatch. In the other, he was holding his cock. And he was jerking off.
"Harry," she said softly. "Give me your peter. Stick it in me. In my cunt. Don't you like girls' cunts?" She waggled her lush little ass from side to side. His thick finger felt good, but she was too fevered for that. "I want to feel you squirt a big load of cum in my pussy!" she said. "You want me this way? Or on my back?"
She heard a gulp. "I don't know if it will get hard enough to go in," Harry admitted. "I have to do something else, something besides fucking, if I'm going to cum."
Arden fell away from him, then turned and sat up, taking his big prick between her palms. The big man saw the smoothness of her girlish hands. Touching. But sexy. But he wasn't sure he could trust her.
"Why are you so nice to me?" he asked, rocking back and forth, fucking between her hands. "You don't even know me."
Her sweet young mouth formed a big "O" as she took the head of his big cock in and sucked it, looking up at him through her long lashes.
"Joe's testing me," she said. "He said I'm a good sport. And you're his friend. And he's somewhere, fucking your wife. Right? So I'm here, sucking you. And ready to fuck you!"
To her vast disappointment, the large, partly hard cock swelled to almost twice its size and began to shoot jism in her face. She caught as much of it as she could. It was not rich and thick, like Joe's. Well, things evened out. She knew that Faith's pussy tasted stronger than her own.
"Harry," she said sadly, "couldn't you have held it a little longer? I could have cum in a minute. I'm so hot! I just have to have a cum!"
He pushed her roughly over on the bed. Onto her back. He raised her legs and looked down at her, grinning. "I'll suck you good, Arden," he growled. "My cock may not get hard every time. But my tongue never fails."
She was sad but not too dispirited to work her fiery clit and dripping pussy against the man's forceful tongue. He had not lied. His tongue was almost as good as a cock.
He drove it in and out of her, and she felt the first faint tingles of an orgasm. He sensed it and licked harder, grabbing her cunt hairs between his teeth from time to time. He was laughing, his eyes bright.
"Pretty little cunt," he mumbled, his face shining with her juice.
She felt a hot tremor shaking in her guts and then a powerful throb around her womb. It was a sickening pain, but it was welcome. Not a real, gushing orgasm. No floods of hot semen spraying her cunt. But at least she could cum. And it seemed to please Harry. Maybe tomorrow, Joe would come for her and everything would be all right.
But that particular tomorrow never came.
"He's left you," Harry said brutally. "Don't you understand? He traded you to me for Faith. Say, he didn't lie to me, did he? You really were a virgin when you married him?" She looked at him dully, her eyes filled with tears.
"I really was," she said. "What difference does it make? Do you suppose Joe got hurt?"
He had let her get up and had untied the leather thongs around her ankles. "You won't be going anywhere," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'll have you picked up in an hour."
He showed her a paper signed by Joe Smith. It said that Harry Ogden was her legal guardian.
"I can do anything I want with you," Harry boasted. "I can tie you up, whip your ass, fuck you with that brass cock."
Arden felt that she didn't care. "Okay," she said. "Joe didn't want me any more, I guess. I did all I could for him. I guess it wasn't enough."
Her young face was so filled with pain that Harry began to get a hard-on. "He thought you didn't know how to suck a cock, maybe," he suggested slyly.
Arden flushed. "He said I was great." Memory touched her and she added, "He said I was great for a young kid. Maybe that was just being kind."
Harry opened his robe and let his cock out.
For a wonder, it was hard. "See," he said, "I can get a hard-on if things are right." He motioned to a big closet. "You like clothes?" he asked.
Anything to ease the aching burden of rejection. If Joe could do this to her, she could leave him in some forgotten corner of her mind. Dully, she got up and went to look at whatever Harry had to show her.
It was fabulous.
Dozens of custom gowns and dresses and blouses. Skirts, too. And drawers of under things. "Drawers full of drawers," Harry said, his hand stuck in her ass. In her pussy. Everywhere she went, he followed, his fingers juicing her like some kind of fountain.
"I love your pussy," he said a couple of times. Once he held her against him, letting her see that he had a hard-on. "I mean it, Arden," he said huskily. "I really love your cunt."
He pulled things off their hangers. "Faith isn't all that much bigger than you," he said. "Not where it counts, anyhow. Little taller, maybe. Not much. Try this dress on, let me show you something."
It was a rich piece of fabric. Pure silk from Japan, Harry said. Rosy beige. Fell in soft folds all around her. "Looks okay, doesn't it?" the man asked. "Now look."
He put his arm about her waist. At once, Arden felt his soft hand on her belly, moving up to her breast. And it never showed. They were standing in front of a mirror and it never showed. They were just two people standing close together.
Suddenly Arden began to laugh.
"That's what you like, is it?" she asked. But her voice was neither sad nor angry. Poor old guy! What a thing to turn on with! Sneaking a feel on a naked tit in public.
"It's something new," he said. "I sort of got tired of the bondage bit. Joe said you got hot when he whipped your ass. I could do that for you, and maybe I could get it up. But this is a new thing. I think it'll work."
The clothes intrigued her. They were beautiful, distinctive. They were of almost regal quality and had the mark of a superior designer. One in particular looked as if it had come right out of Vogue Magazine. "Country clothes," Harry said. A long skirt, nearly to her ankles. A beautiful plaid jacket. A severely styled satin blouse with a fake Ascot tie.
"Here's the joke," Harry giggled. She had the skirt on. Her breasts were bare, and Harry had been squeezing them, laughing as her young nipples hardened.
He ran his hand down the back of the skirt and laughed. His bare hand was between her bare thighs. Then on her cunt.
"I could fuck you in church with this thing on," the man chortled.
She had had so many strange things happen to her in the past few days that Arden felt disoriented. Maybe this was what she deserved, she thought. Maybe this crazy business was the life for her. Poor old Harry! And poor young Arden!
She took his tired and wrinkled face between her hands. She kissed him on the thick red lips, tonguing him gently. She reached down and took his cock, squeezing it gently, really feeling it, getting the warmth and softness of the skin in her mind as well as in her fingers. In a soft, childlike way she began to pull the thick, smooth foreskin down over the bulbous head, then gently back until her small fist touched the coarse bush of hair at its base. He shivered and braced his hands on the dresser. Arden breathed deeper. Her pussy had an expectant feel.
"Harry," she whispered, "you're getting a hard-on!"
She picked out clothes, getting his opinion on what she should wear. "We're going to have a ball," she said. "I want you to be happy." If I can't make Joe happy, she thought, then Harry will have to do.
The panties intrigued her, too. Once she examined them. They were of gorgeous quality. From front or rear they seemed just to be panties. Expensive panties such as Arden had never owned before. But they were wide open at the bottom. "Just bend over, baby," Harry said, "and they come open."
"And you could fuck me in church, right? But how about if I began to cum?" She kissed him hard. This weird old bum was sort of interesting. If only she hadn't been traded away. Like some damned used car. Or used cunt. That part of it made her mad. She wondered what Faith thought about it.
She was all for getting into the clothes and testing them out, but Harry, chickened out. "Let's wait until tonight," he begged. "Listen, Arden, you're so sweet and wonderful, any man should get it up for you. But suppose I can't?"
She felt the bare cock. It was really a beauty, she felt. If only it would just get hard and stay hard.
She suddenly had a picture of Faith, beautiful Faith, in these clothes. Faith was probably mean to this poor old guy. She and Joe worked up this trade. God damn Joe, anyhow!
She thought of Joe in various ways, and one of them was of Joe handing her a check. She turned away from Harry so he could not see the triumph in her face. God damn, she thought, I've got around fifteen hundred bucks in the bank. If I can collect it, maybe I can get out of this trap.
She kissed old Harry again. "Those clothes are a riot, Harry," she said. "Look so fancy, but you can get your hand into 'em and onto my tits or my pussy right out in public. Listen, would you really try to get it into me, through those open-bottom clothes, right out in front of God and everybody?"
He giggled. "Try me and see," he urged.
"Okay," she said. "I've got a little savings account down at Coastline Federal. Joe was always giving me money, so I saved it. Why don't you take me down there and I'll go draw out my money. Then you can try to fuck me in the parking lot."
She wore the long skirt with the plaid jacket. And boots. She even wore a pair of the open-bottom panties. And getting the money was ni problem. She'd come to know all the tellers.
"Hi, Arden," Flo Sellers greeted her. "Putting some in or taking some out?"
She went back to the parking lot with a book of fifteen travelers cheques of one hundred dollars each, plus over a hundred in cash. She felt a mixture of love and resentment for Joe, of pity and resentment for old Harry.
She got in the back seat with the man and sat on his lap, but it didn't work. He got almost a hard-on, and he got his fingers right up her twat from underneath, but all he could really do was rub the tip of his prick between the hot lips of her pussy.
"Never mind, baby," he whispered to her. "It'll work if we get somewhere around other people. That turns me on!"
She was content to go back to Harry's. With all that money, she felt free. It almost made her forget the heat, and unsatisfied hunger in her cunt. But it couldn't wash away the bitterness of her anger at Joe. And at Harry.
"Damn it, Harry," she said in honest exasperation as he held her down on his bed that afternoon. "Why did you and Joe want to trade wives?"
He had been playing with the tender lining between the thick lips of her pussy, keeping the area moist with its flow which he was stimulating. He would kiss into the hot rosette of flesh now and then. Lick her clit once in a while. Keeping her warm, just on top of a mild orgasm.
He smiled up at her wet-lipped. "I guess I had all I wanted of Faith," he said. "And you were so young and pretty." He looked like a dissipated old satyr from out of a bad dream, but Arden felt a maternal stab for his frustration. "It's not easy to find exactly what you're looking for," he observed.
"And neither you nor Joe gave a damn how I felt about it. Or how Faith felt about it?" She was furious.
He shrugged. "What the hell could either one of you do to earn a living?" he asked. "You have to have a man to pick up the tab. If it wasn't me, it'd be someone else. If it wasn't me or Joe, Faith would have to latch on to someone else. I'm not all that bad a deal, baby."
Because he was, at least to her, an old man, Arden controlled her rage. "So Faith and I don't have anything to say about it?" she asked. "You could trade me again if you wanted to? So I'd better shape up, right, Harry?"
He was totally unaware of the irony. He smiled and ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. In spite of everything its good feeling remained. Harry's lick made her jump in an unexpected spurt of pre-orgasmic thrill.
"You got it right, Arden," he said. "Harry wouldn't trade you, though, baby! Not as long as you keep your head and do what good old Harry says."
He got up to answer the phone, and said a few words, listened for a while. He came back to her, highly excited.
"We've got some luck, baby," he said. "Biggest developer in the Bay Area. I traded my job down here to Joe. The guy up north wants me right away. We can take a bus tonight." "Bus?" Arden echoed. "Why can't we fly? Or drive your car?"
He kept smiling at her and then she remembered. He can fuck me on the bus, he thinks, Arden's mind said. Her legs felt weak at the thought. It could be something powerful and real. And totally new. A sudden gnawing and creeping itch started up inside her as she thought of that big cock. If it really would get hard. And he could get it into her in front of a busload ofjerks. She almost came just thinking about it.
She forgot her resentment for a moment and felt in the old guy's crotch. Truly, he had almost a hard-on. Wonderful!
She was more excited than Harry, just thinking about it as they got on the bus. But it was over an hour before it got crowded enough to make it seem valid for her to sit on his lap.
"Take my seat, madam," Harry said to a hard-faced woman. "I can hold my little girl on my lap."
The woman thanked him ungraciously as he took the seat on the aisle and let her get in by the window. It was getting late, and many of the passengers were asleep. Arden had been shifting from one ass cheek to the other, she was getting so hot and interested in the idea of the strange fuck. Some of her pussy smell was wafting around their part of the bus.
Harry pretended to have trouble getting adjusted as Arden settled on his lap. Getting his cock out. Arden giggled. And gasped. It was hard as a rock, and it was bigger than Joe's.
It seemed to hang up for a moment at the entry to her cunt, and then went in. It went in with a little sucking feeling in the girl's tight young pussy. She had leaked so much cunt fluid that she was sloppy. But Harry was very big and she was very small.
He groaned as her weight came down on him. Her tightness must have skinned his cock with brutal force. The stern-looking lady gave them a dirty look and then turned her glance out the window to look at the dark shapes of a little town go by. She saw that Harry was holding the girl to him, but did not see his hand. She couldn't have. It was inside the plaid jacket, fondling her bare tit. And she was responding. It felt 30 good, so very good! The fire in her loins came up to meet the pleasure in her breasts. Or vice versa. He was able to feel both of her boobs and he was giving them the fiery pleasure of hard handling. Arden wished she could say: "Harry, darling! Oh, Harry! That feels so good! In my cunt! On my tits! Oh, Harry, make me cum! Make my hot little cunt shoot its juice on your big old hard cock!" But of course she couldn't even groan with her inner joy.
It felt marvelous, her cunt being stretched by that massive tool, but how to cum? They went over a slightly bumpy piece of highway, and Arden came within a little red cunt hair of shooting her load. But unh-unh, not yet, baby. She began to worry that Harry wouldn't be able to sustain this hard-on, and knew that she'd give herself a hand job if she had to.
"Oh, daddy," she sighed as the cunt itch grew, "do you think we'll ever get there?" She gave her ass a faint wiggle and the woman seated by the window looked at them as though to say: "Shut up and let me sleep."
The thickness and heat of Harry's cock was wonderful. It was l-o-n-g! Way up in her guts. When she crouched a little, it seemed to hit her stomach. Her pussy seemed about to burst, it was so stretched. And the least little bump made the long, hard cock bump her cervix.
She heard Harry chuckle. "I'm enjoying the trip, dear," he said. "I could go on like this forever."
You, Arden thought, you inconsiderate old goat! Much you care whether I get off or not. And desperately she thought: I've got to get off! I'm dying of heat! This load's killing me! And still, the gentle probing of the barely moving cock was a simple pleasure that was too lovely for words.
Her resentment came back, though, and she began to recall the injustices she and Faith had suffered. It made her blood boil in a different sense than the heat from the cock. And it was just about that time that they hit the detour.
"I'm sorry, folks," the young driver said over the PA system. There's a bridge out just this side of Santa Barbara. We'll be on the detour just a few minutes. It'll be a little rough, but not for long."
They could see the lights of the big town up ahead, and closer they saw the flares by the washed out bridge.
They went sliding down onto a temporary road and Arden screamed. She couldn't help it. Harry's prick had jammed into her so far that it hurt beautifully. Its jarring push had stretched the membrane over her clit to make it shriekingly marvelous. So she screamed, then bit her lip and put her head down. Inside the jacket, Harry squeezed her tits to a purple-blue handful of sensuality.
The hard-faced woman patted her shoulder. "Don't be scared, child," she said. "We just skidded a little. Your father's got you, you're safe."
Arden looked at the woman dumbly. She was so shaken with the preliminaries of a hard cum that she was just barely in this world. Her pussy was beginning to cream away up on the inside of her cunt. The hard spasms were only a moment away. And that cock! That horrible, beautiful cock!
The truck hit one sharp dip with its left front wheel, and another a few feet along with the right front wheel. Arden's body went slapping from side to side, very hard, and each wall of her madly sensitive pussy got a hard massage.
In the dark outside, a flasher light went past and the bus lumbered up a grade. Arden slid back on the big cock, ready to scream that she had to cum, and choked. She hated this old bastard with his cock in her. Why didn't he fuck her, bring on her cream, send her shooting to the stars? He was happy, the old goat.
Oh, God, let me cum, she prayed.
The driver changed gears and they went up and over the shoulder of the pavement and down the last hundred feet to the blazing lights of the depot. There was only a little traffic. Arden's cunt fluttered. She felt Harry's cock swell and jerk, and knew that the old bastard had held back his orgasm to give himself all the fun in the world. The hell with how she felt. But now, with his hot semen spraying her womb in the tight confines of her cunt, she came too.
Not big. Not like she needed, just a measly little cum that she could have gotten with the tip of her finger. And Harry, damn him anyhow, was shooting jet after jet of hot jism into her. And all the bitterness of betrayal came back.
She timed it exactly. His cock jerked and a hot wash of slick seed went into her. And she got up.
Quickly, deftly, lifting her right leg across his shins. Out in the aisle. Reaching up quickly to get her bag from the rack and looking directly at the hard-faced woman by the window.
A thunderstruck Harry sat paralyzed and his cock, suddenly shucked of its hot and slick little sheath, shot a long white stream of his seed into the air.
And another followed.
But before the second shot had fallen, the woman passenger next to Harry began screaming, pointing to Harry's spurting prick.
Without looking back, Arden walked daintily down the aisle, saying "Excuse me. Excuse me," as she brushed by the staring people.
They were still not quite to the depot. The driver was up and had rushed by Arden. She heard him shout: "What the hell!" And the woman's cry: "Police! Help! Police!"
The front door of the bus was shut, but Arden had seen them opened a thousand times. She pressed the proper lever and got off, down into the street. She walked away quickly.
When she got to the curb, standing in a fringe of darkness, she stopped to look and enjoy. There was poor old Harry, his massive head down, his shoulders hunched. The woman was yelling but Arden couldn't hear her. The driver had Harry by the neck. The old boy seemed to be trying to get his cock back into his pants.
"That won't save you, you old bastard!" Arden said in a clear, firm voice.
She picked up her bag and began to walk away from the depot. She was smiling.
Chapter Nine
As Arden walked along the quiet road in the friendly dark, her breathing slowed and her pussy cooled slightly.
There was a small stream of male sperm running out of her cunt, through her mesh of brown cunt hair, down her leg. Not much, really. Poor old Harry hadn't creamed all that big an amount.
The girl stopped before a darkened service station. She took a wad of facial tissues from her shoulder bag. In the shadows she spread her leg and wiped out her snatch. The weird panties were a little wet and gluey at the edges of their opening, but they were such beautiful material that Arden elected to keep them. She squeezed her vagina, exactly as she had been taught by Joe, and a few more drops of Harry's skimpy semen oozed out. She wiped them up and threw the used tissue in a bin marked KEEP OUR CITY CLEAN.
She was having a sandwich and a cup of coffee in an all-night drive-in when she saw a uniformed cop looking the place over. She signaled the waitress and asked, "Am I far from a bus stop? I'm going home to Santa Vaca."
After the girl gave Arden directions and the cop had left, she was having a dish of ice cream when someone sat down next to her and cleared his throat.
She turned and looked and her heart began to beat faster. It was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen.
As old as Harry, perhaps, but wow! On a late movie, she had seen Ronald Coleman. This gentleman had him beat. Spare, athletic frame. Clean cut features. Kind eyes, blue and sincere. Crisp mustache, beautifully molded mouth, firm chin. And clothes that spelled "money" even to Arden.
And he was handing her a card! A card, for Christ's sake!
"Excuse me, my dear," he was saying. "I couldn't help but hear. I'm going to Santa Vaca and I hate to drive such a long distance alone."
He laid the card down in front of her.
"I'm John Sonnett," he said. "President of Sonnett and Brawley." He smiled anxiously. "I assure you, you'll be safe."
She waited until she was in his big car before she broke down. Her smile of acceptance had been a job, she could only nod because she was afraid to speak. But in the car she gave way to her feelings and began to cry.
Big, noisy wails. Like a baby. Or rather like a sixteen-year-old girl who has grown up too fast. And seen too much.
Sonnett automatically reached for her. From her face, her hands, her skin he knew she was a child. A beautiful child. Not especially sexy in that long skirt and that plaid jacket. So he took her in his arms to comfort her.
It was an electric feeling. Something happened, he didn't know how. Some hole or slit in the jacket. In any case, he found himself holding a handful of warm, silky-smooth titty, not at all little-girlish. A woman's breast. And beautiful. The girl collapsed on him, crying. "Hold me," she begged. "Please! Just hold me! I'm so scared! And I've had such a bad time!"
There was a light in the parking lot. It shone through the windshield into John Sonnett's lap. It showed Arden Smith something to give her confidence.
Under that expensive fabric, in those expensive slacks, this beautiful man had a magnificent hard-on.
He was making sympathetic noises and she thought she knew how to get his attention. In the way she wanted. Because Harry was right. What could she do to make a living? She had to have a man. A protector. That was what it amounted to.
She continued to sob, but she sat up straighter. If the man willingly let go her boob it would be discouraging. But he clung to it, pressing the big nipple between his fingers. At last he spoke.
"What happened to you, my dear?"
So, with the two bolstering factors of hard-on and tit-feel for her confidence, Arden said in a trembling voice: "I've been raped!"
And there it was. Short, but it told a lot. For him.
I'm a rum-virgin, she was saying. I'm helpless. Having been fucked, I don't deserve any kid glove treatment. Because such a nice man needs a buildup.
And then, to clinch everything, she snuggled against him and said in a little-girl voice: "Please don't hurt me. I need a friend so bad!"
They drove in silence for thirty or forty minutes. Arden sat looking straight ahead, tears drying on her cheeks. Once every few minutes, she wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue. And then in an inspired moment, she began to feign sleep.
She leaned back and jerked up. She leaned against the window and pulled back as though half asleep. And then, very slowly, she let herself droop down on John Sonnett, down the front of his jacket and shirt. And on to his lap.
It was still there. The hard-on. Not so hard as before. But it was there.
She waited for his action and soon it came. He put his hand on the jacket and found the opening. His hand slid in and there it was, warm and strong. Feeling her tit. Carefully at first. Then with genuine appreciation.
Her boobs had been getting bigger as Joe had put her through such constant fucking. And sucking. And playing. It was about a week until her period. That made them bigger and fuller and tighter. And to top it all, she had sat on a hard cock for almost two hours, ready to cum. She knew her tits were wonderful.
The motor slowed, the car swerved, there was a slight bump. "We're in a rest stop," he whispered. "You fell asleep."
Tentatively, he moved his hand and she grabbed his arm.
"No, please," she moaned, playing it all by ear. "I, uh, I guess I'm just scared and confused. It's so good to be with a kind person."
"You'll be more comfortable in the back seat," he said. "You can sleep there."
But she whimpered a little and said: "I know this is a terrible way to repay your kindness, but could you let me out at a motel? I have money. I can pay."
It didn't take long. It was a luxury spot, off the freeway. John Sonnett went in. He gave Arden's breast one last caress and whispered: "Don't be afraid." But what was so beautiful was that he had stopped behind the car and wrestled his cock to an upright position. Else he couldn't have walked. Arden grinned in the dark.
He was all solicitude when he came back. "Ifs a big room," he said. "And don't worry about paying, my company owns this place. Uh, I have a room across the hall." He seemed embarrassed. "I'm worried about you. Being, well, having that terrible thing happen, you know." His face was scarlet.
Arden leaned on him, truly glad for his strength and goodness. "Being raped," she whispered. "Oh, I'm so scared. Will it, you know, make me different? Pregnant, I mean? Can you tell. By looking, I mean. You just seem so, I don't know. Knowledgeable, is that the word?"
She was moving over to the bed and pulling him along.
"I know this is terrible," she whimpered. "But you're so nice. And I'm so scared. Would you look at me? Down there?"
What does a nice, careful man do in such a case? He did the only thing he could do. He undressed the girl, helped her get her legs apart, and brought a lamp over.
He licked his lips and unfastened his collar. Arden tried to get up and he pushed her back. "But this is terrible for you," she cried. "Oh, I'm so stupid. I didn't realize! Look!" And she pressed her hand on his hard-on. "I mustn't do this to you," she whispered. "Oh, Mr. Sonnett, please!" Somehow his fly was open, her hand inside.
She held on to his cock. It was marvelous. Long, thick, beautiful! A big drop of pre-cum fluid was in the slit. She could feel the man's heart beat. He was so nice, so different from Joe or Harry. "No! You mustn't!" he groaned.
"Please," she whispered. "I want to. I can't tell you a lie, Mr. Sonnett! I'm not a pure virgin. I was married for a while. It didn't work out. And then, well, you know. I was running away."
"And got raped," he said softly, but he moved closer to her on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt.
"I guess I'd have to say that I'm, oh, warm-natured is the word I suppose. You can believe it or not, but I was a virgin a few months ago." She was more confident. "You know, that's something I can prove," she said proudly. "If I ever have to. My family doctor in Centerville. So come on, Mr. Sonnett. Oh, that's so nice."
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You've had a shock. Running away. Grabbed by some rowdies. Did they, well, were there many of them, I mean? Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Watch it, young lady! I'm only human, you know!"
She had been handling his cock with love and precision, pulling the soft skin down over the glowing tip, then back. It was really hard. Well, she meant to find out how many times this lovely man could cum in an evening. Fuck that Harry Ogden with his weirdo notions. She almost giggled in Mr. Sonnett's face, wondering what kind of story she would make tip about the clothes. It could be a weirdo husband. That could be why she'd run away. Of course.
"Will you kiss me?" she asked. "Please?" And he sank on her, breathing hard.
She wondered whether to play awkward or not but didn't have to bother. Mr. Sonnett was awkward enough. But wow, was he ever hot! And that cock! Wonderful!
Little Arden was itching for a cum, her young twat turned on, turned out. She rubbed his cockhead up and down in the sloppy channel where her own copious cunt juice had long since taken the place of Harry's drained jism. She got the first two inches of Sonnett's cock slick with her pussy oils, but he was really big. It hung up for a second. She was glad because he stopped in mid-push and said, "Oh, my dear, am I hurting you?"
It was sweet but Arden was about to pop. "Come on, Please come on, Mr. Sonnett! Oh, my, I really need you!" and she lunged up at him.
He entered her in a hard rush, that big hot cock doing the most marvelous things in her young cunt. She was tight, in spite of Joe or Harry and she was gloriously happy to have it proved. But something was lacking.
She held the nice man's head down close to hers, and made crying noises. "Oh, Mr. Sonnett," she said, "I'm probably an awful person. But my husband taught me to say bad things when I, you know, have an orgasm. When I CUM!" she cried, ready to. She pumped her ass violently. "I can't help it!" she cried. "Kiss me, please! No, fuck me! FUCK ME!" as the big explosion of compressed fuck-need roared in her cunt, feeling as if her belly would fly apart.
Her loins came up to meet his, and he was pouring cock into her as fiercely as Joe ever had. More so.
Better.
"Unh! Unh!" The man was groaning as his strong back arched and drove his long cock deep into this tender piece of pussy. She was great! So sweet!
His hands sought her breasts. When he closed his hands on them, something seemed to go from them to the warm pussy clinging so tightly to his cock. Muscles closed warmly, kissingly about him. And her wonderfully wild talk!
"Fuck me! Please, fuck! FUCK!"
Well, look, he thought proudly. I'm fucking her. And I'm not shooting all over her before I get it in!
The heat grew in his balls. This was better than when he was a kid, a young man. Better than when he and Bea first got married. And were in love, hot love. Fucking love.
He closed his mouth on Arden's, wildly happy to be eating her spit, sucking her tongue, licking her all over the inside of her mouth. He was young again. His cock felt so good, so wonderfully good! Like a bursting roman candle. His nuts were tight up against his heavy pole, although he couldn't see it or feel it. He just felt fucky. Cummy. Happy.
"Fuck me, baby!" But now it was Mr. Sonnett, his mouth to Arden's ear. He wanted to arch his neck, to suck her tits. God, he wanted to suck her cunt! "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
And Arden, cumming like a trip hammer, the beautiful orgasms building in her happy cunt, rolling out in belly spasms and orgiastic waves of bodily fireworks, fucked him.
When he began to shoot his load, groaning and yelling, when his spurts of semen filled her to overflowing, she went into a spiral of the wildest fuck-heaven she had known.
There was a giant wave of black heat that enveloped both of them. It began in their loins, inside their bodies. It pumped out in fuck-juice around the stem of John Sonnett's cock. It turned on and off in Arden's happy young pussy like a neon flasher. On, off! On, off! Then, ON, ON, ON! Until she seemed one enormous cunt, itching and cumming and pouring cunt fluids out to mingle with her lover's sperm.
"OHHHH! OHHH!" she screamed, her youthful strength sending her body smashing up to take the man's big cock in. Deeper! Deeper! "AAAAARRRGGGHHH! PLEASE, Mr. SONNETT! FUCK ME! HARD! HARD! EEEEYI! OHHHH!"
She was still pumping her body when he at last collapsed on her. Her breasts had the most warmly satisfying sense of painful fullness they had ever known. Like one hard suck would bring milk flowing out of them. The nice man's semen had pumped out as his big cock acted like a piston. It was a warm wetness in the crack of her ass. It was a tickle around the entry to her vagina. It was a sticky, cooling puddle under her warm little butt. And the man was speaking to her.
"Arden, you're beautiful," he whispered. "My dear! My dear! So sweet, so young!"
"So hot," she giggled. "I'm terrible, I guess. But if you only knew how bad it can get. For a girl. And it's just a terrible thing for a girl to, uh, go after a man. Isn't it?"
He kissed her brow, her eyelids. His voice was tender. "If you only knew, if I could only tell you, how wonderful you seem to me. So human! I hope you never change."
Without his volition, his big cock swelled and throbbed.
It created an immediate answer in the hypersensitive young cunt. A ripple of muscle, a sharp thrust up against his belly. And that made his cock throb again, even harder. "Hey," Arden said in honest awe. "You're still hard!"
Sonnett laughed happily. "You'd keep a marshmallow statue interested," he said. "Arden, I had a sort of, well, unusual thought a couple of minutes ago." He pumped into her and she enthusiastically fucked back at him. "Do you, uh, that is, did you and your husband, well," and he took all his courage in his hands. "What do you think about oral sex?"
She was quiet for a few seconds and he was afraid to look at her. And doubly afraid when she pushed him away. It was devastating. He had lost her!
But she pushed him on his back with a gentle smile on her lovely young face, and he felt a deep wave of love and gratitude for her directness.
The parted softness of her girlish butt was in the air as she lay on her elbows, smiling back at him. He felt a sharp tingle in his entire genital area. He saw the pink lining of her cunt. Some of the gluey whiteness of his seed was mixed in the wet hairs around her ass and on her cunt lips.
She opened her mouth to take the head of his cock in and went down on it with a tender ferocity. It was still a bit tender from his orgasm. When it hit the back of her throat and bent slightly to go farther past her tonsils, he wanted to cum again.
Her beautiful tits were hanging free, swaying of their own weight. He milked down on first one, then the other. To his fascinated gaze, there was a perceptible movement in the shadowed pinkness of her prick-hole, and another drop of milky semen was squeezed out. He had spoken impersonally of oral sex. What he had meant to ask, was: "May I suck your cunt?"
She was sucking him better than the best he had ever had. He had known a great deal of sex, but not enough, he thought in a burst of insight. A loving marriage that cooled but left friendship and loyalty intact. The accommodating secretary, the neglected or adventurous wife of an associate. The quietly competent whores who were, up until now, best of all.
But now, this child! With her desire to please him. And he felt a rising desire to please them both.
He took her thigh firmly in both hands and tugged until the girl, still sucking, moved to cover his face. He knew he would be swallowing his own cum.
"What the hell of it?" he said aloud in good humored realism, and patted Arden's warm rump. There was a smear of his semen and her cum-goo all along her thighs. He could smell the warm aromas of cock and cunt, and it Was wildly exciting.
"Move your knees," he ordered. "Get so you can lower your pussy down to me. To my mouth." He used his thumbs to spread her cunt wide. The sight of it turned his heart over. She might be only sixteen-plus, but she had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. "Now, try lowering your ass to my mouth," he said gaspingly, licking his lips.
She let it down as he held the fat lips open, and his first suck got him a high-smelling, rich-tasting mouthful of their collective juices. It got a sharp movement from the girl, and he knew that the suction had produced a wonderfully intense pang of fuck pain. He rooted into the wet slickness and she understood what he wanted. She carefully edged back so that he could lick around her clit.
As he did this, with cunt juice streaming over his chin, with wet cunt hair tickling his lips and nose, she hammered her face down on his cock. The constriction of her throat muscles was like the strongest and most brilliant fuck he had ever had.
He laced his hands over her back, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of her healthy young skin. Her breasts touched his belly as her head moved up and down and from side to side.
She was raising and lowering her ass rhythmically, with her cunt coming down right on his mouth. By moving his head up and down, he could suck her flowing hole on one trip and lick between the inner lips on the next. When he struck her clit, she bucked and made a groaning sound. It must have been something she liked, for it made her suck his cock harder than ever, with more love and more finesse.
He took his hands from her back and began to stroke upwards along her belly. It was soft but its muscles were evident. He stroked between her hanging breasts, loving their taut firmness. And their warm weight. Each milking pull oh her tits brought a new flurry of muscle in her twat. And a new haste in the caressing tongue around his cock. He was as nearly delirious with fuck-fever as a man can be. And his cock, in no way really depleted by his big orgasm a short time before, throbbed steadily in time to Arden's loving mouth.
His tongue went in and out of the cute little pink cunt, its entry made easy by her natural stretch and heat. His hands played along her body. Every inch of her was marvelous and sweet. It was a deep joy to feel her, to taste her, to smell her. And to see her, for she was beautiful all over.
He fucked up into her mouth, but gently. He knew she was giving him all she was capable of. And it was very good. But the best she gave him was a spirit of freedom. Of being both younger and happier.
He felt a sharp movement in her cunt. She was surely about to cum. How marvelous! There was a richer flow of her cunt nectar, and it had a stronger taste. When she came, so would he. And he would lick her cunt and ass as they had never been licked before.
There was just one brief flash of hard, keen businessman in the brain of the lover. Five or six ways to protect this girl. To keep her always. To make her life safe and secure. All of them businesslike. All of them safe and certain.
Arden sensed his gathering of forces. He was so dear, so good. Something she had never known. His cock was so marvelous! Even in her short life of love and libertinage, she had been given some learning. She knew, now, that Joe had always cheated her. That he had never given her much of himself.
A flame ran through her body as Mr. Sonnett's busy mouth sucked at her fuck-hole, among her inner lips. On her clit. She was so close to cumming! And his beautiful cock, so sweetly fucking her in the head, was part of the sensuous dream. Like I'm about to cum at both ends, Arden's young mind flashed.
Tomorrow she would tell him the exact truth about herself. Every detail. She was ashamed that she had lied even a little. But a girl had to protect herself.
Not any more. She was protected. She felt it. This lovely man, this good person.
It was a warm thought and it went with the full wave of deep heat that swept up from her clitoris, through her belly, all through her body. She couldn't scream out her joy because of this incredibly wonderful cock filling her mouth and throat. And she couldn't just let go and fall on such a good person. Besides, he was beginning to shoot his load. She nearly gagged with love and pleasure just anticipating the richness of it.
He was shouting something into her opened twat and she was so sensitive that it was hard to bear. Now she heard it.
"Arden! My dear! Suck me, suck my cock! I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU! CUM, BABY! CUM IN MY
FACE! CUM IN MY MOUTH, BABY!"
She was cumming just as hard as she could, and she was taking his long, hard shots of rich sperm into her swallowing throat. It was so hot, so slick! It fed her body, she was sure. But it also fed her soul. And her love. This time, she thought, it had been a good trade. And she knew why. She had handled it herself.
Chapter Ten
All of that business in or near Santa Barbara happened in July. It was a good month.
Now it was August, and Arden was in the ladies room at Conway's, the finest restaurant in Santa Vaca.
She heard a glad cry: "Arden! Arden Smith!" and turned to meet the warm embrace of Faith Ogden. Just as beautiful as ever, perhaps more so, for her face was serene and free from guile or strain. She had one small decoration. A black eye.
Oddly enough, considering all that had happened at their last meeting, they kissed each other's cheek.
Arden felt like laughing. She had been such a victim. Now she was free. Not condescending, either. She had no animosity for Joe. And certainly none for Faith.
She felt free enough to ask: "How is Joe? AH right, I suppose. Joe always takes care of himself."
"I don't know, darling," Faith answered. "I left Joe a week after he left you. How about Harry? I'll gamble you're not with him. You look too well, uh, satisfied."
Arden giggled. "Last time I saw Harry, he was in a bit of trouble." She told Faith about it briefly.
"And now you have a new friend," Faith guessed. "He must be nice. I'm glad," she said suddenly, hugging the young girl. "You're such a doll. And we gave you a terrible deal."
"He's wonderful," Arden said. "Better than the best I ever dreamed. I mean that, Faith. You should be so lucky."
Faith touched a finger to her swollen eye. "I am lucky. I've got a real guy. And he really loves me. Those creeps! Trading us! Like cattle! But this friend of mine, he's tops. We're getting married." She blushed. "At least I think so."
She persuaded Arden to stop by their table. "Just to say hello," Faith said. "His name's Frank Reavis. He's a linebacker on the Buckos. You know, the pro football team."
The guy was so pleasant that Arden sat down. "Just for a minute," she protested. "I'm meeting my friend in half an hour. I'm glad to meet you, Frank. Are you with the... what's their name... the Buckos? Now, I mean."
The tall, strong young man laughed. He was the picture of self-possession. "I am and I'm not," he said jovially. "I think I've got a bum contract. I may jump it and make a deal for myself with another league."
Arden got up, smiling and putting her hand out to say good bye to both of them.
"You're doing the right thing," she told the man seriously. "Handle your own trades. That's what I did!"
