A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? the answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well-aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Dee is a young girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery youth is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.
A PEEK AT SISTER-the story of one woman tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Make out with me, honey!" Candy Evans cried. "Quit teasing me and push it in!"
Dee Evans, Candy's older sister, put her ear to the wall that divided her bedroom from the adjoining room, where her young, plump and blonde sister was about to get the works.
How can she say such things? Dee thought, shuddering. How can she be so horribly lewd? She acts so nice and prissy all the time. I'm glad I sneaked back home so I could really find out what they do!
"Ohhhhh, that's the way." Candy moaned loudly. . "Drive it deep!"
"Hell, I'll make you yell louder than that, baby." Dick Ulster grunted. He had been going with Candy for about a month.
Dee jerked her ear from the wall and dropped onto her own bed. She could hardly believe her senses. Pretty, rounded Candy was barely grown.
I'm twenty-five and still a virgin, Dee thought miserably. I never have any fun, I don't even have a boy friend. Candy's been dating since she was fourteen. Ohhhh, hell. I almost hate her. Dick is twenty-one and so big and handsome. It isn't fair!
Ever since grade school 4ays in Sumpter, a rough lumbering village, Dee had carried the nickname of Legs. She was nearly all legs. She despised the description, it still clung to her. No matter how she dressed, her gangly legs constantly embarrassed her.
She couldn't think of her loneliness now, though. The sounds from Candy's room grew even more suggestive. It wasn't necessary for Dee to place her ear against the dividing wall; the noises came through clearly.
The mere idea of a single girl enjoying sneaky pleasure with her boy friend, going the route, sent sweet shudders of longing through Dee's cunt. She could imagine almost every detail. Candy, her soft, plump thighs spread, her pink-nippled tits pushing upward against Dick's chest; Dick's hips thrusting, his young, stiff cock sliding in and out. It was too much.
"Ohhhhh!" came faintly from the adjoining bedroom. "Ohhhh, honey!" It was Candy's plaintive cry of delight, as he rested again.
I can't bear it! Dee thought, shivering, her long thighs spreading. I have to use my hand on my cunt again! I'm so sick of it I could die! But I have to have relief.
She was dressed for going downtown; it was Saturday morning, and she didn't work, but she had planned some shopping at the village. She had been drawn back home when she had seen Candy and Dick climb out of his hotrod in front of the home shared by her mother, Sarah, Carl, Sarah's new, young husband, and Dee and Candy. Carl and Sarah, now forty-five, had driven into Spokane and wouldn't be home until late that evening.
Dee had delayed her shopping trip; she had parked her car in the alley behind the house and had slipped quietly up to her own room. Candy and Dick hadn't wasted any time; obviously they had been doing their thing for months, and with older sister out of the way, the parents gone, the young lovers could use Candy's bed for their pleasures.
As exciting as this was, Dee had endured other remindful noises from the master bedroom. Dee's room was between Candy's and the one shared by Carl and Sarah. Candy's and Dee's real father had been killed over a year before in a logging accident, and Sarah had married a husky, young, timber operations foreman, sixteen years her junior!
Dee hadn't realized, until recently, just how passionate her mother really was. Carl and Sarah had sex three or four times a week, and sometimes it lasted for hours. The inner walls of the house weren't insulated, and the rattle of bedsprings sometimes became so loud they seemed to be right in Dee's own room.
Dee realized she should move out and find her own apartment; she could easily afford it. But she had to admit that she enjoyed the vicarious delights of listening. Carl was very handsome, friendly. He was the only man Dee had ever really talked to who seemed to understand her situation. He even complimented her on her appearance.
In searching her mind for other motives for staying home, where she was welcome, she discovered that she was achingly and furiously attracted to Carl, and jealous of her own mother. Recently she had caught him observing her body, and she had started wearing dresses and slack outfits that displayed her long legs.
Even the people she worked with, at the Sumpter Lumber Mill office, remarked about her change in appearance. Her features were all right, actually. She had her mother's sensual, full mouth, and her tits were adequate. She was wearing more makeup and giving her rich, brown hair more attention.
But her basic fault was inside. She was introverted, shy and backward. She read too many books, some of which were highly stimulating. She carried around too many of her old fears; people still called her legs. She felt much too tall, although she was just five-ten. Terri Connell, the sexy redhead who worked in the same office, was about the same height, and she didn't lack for dates.
But Terri was breezy, outspoken, and knew how to flirt and dress. The salesmen who came by the office were always asking her out. At twenty-four, Terri still was single, an oddity in a community like Sumpter; she often went to Spokane alone, where she did most of her dating.
Terri was about the only real girl friend Dee had, but Terri never got around to asking Dee about double-dating.
However, just recently, Terri had suggested that the two girls take in a movie at Spokane; there had been only a vague hint about the possibility of finding two suitable men. Anyway, Dee wasn't sure she could giggle and flirt and act the way Terri did around men, as badly as she wanted to.
I've never had a real date in my life. Dee thought. I've never been kissed or fondled. I'm an old maid. Ohhh, what a hateful word.
"Ohhh!" came startlingly from Candy's bedroom. The bed-noises were louder, the creaks closer together. They were getting ready to climax!
Dee knew all about fucking; she had heard it often enough from the master bedroom. Sarah's ecstatic moans of delight and Carl's grunts of pleasure were burned deeply in her brain.
Dee stretched out on her bed, fastening her right hand on her pantied cunt. Wetness leaked through the thin nylon onto her fingers. She felt her clit stiffening, her tits swelling, tautening inside her bra. She was feverish with need, she hadn't masturbated for two days.
The fact that Candy and Dick were enjoying illicit sex seemed to hike Dee's excitement. She knew Candy was taking pills; the pretty blonde could enjoy herself completely. She could accept the gush of Dick's come without care or fear.
I'm going to have it now. Dee thought, shuddering. I can't wait! Ohhh-ohhh-here it comes!
Candy's bed shook, one post was rubbing on the dividing wall. The racket was amplified; they were going at it very recklessly because they believed they were alone in the big house.
MOh-honey!" Candy wailed. "I'm going off."
Dick's answer was drowned by the creaking of bedsprings. The terrible, naughty words, from such young, soft hps, roared through Dee's being.
How can she say such a thing! Dee thought dizzily.
It's dirty. Sarah doesn't even yell filthy words when she has her orgasm. She really moans; but she keeps it clean.
Dee wanted to thrust her hips wildly against her bed, but she couldn't let her sister know she was eavesdropping. She vibrated her hand swiftly on her pussy, and the sweet, familiar nuances of pleasure racked her cunt. Oh, it was awfully sharp and good today. Something deep inside was stirring and shivering as it never had before.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh!" came piercingly from the next room. "Shoot me, honey! Pour it to me."
Dee shuddered achingly through her climax, her long legs trembling, her tits arching, the waves of relief sharper and more delectable than any she could remember. Her panty was a sopping mess.
Candy's last scream, her passionate outburst, as filthy as it seemed in Dee's mind, had somehow enriched Dee's orgasm. She rested, panting, shivering, her hand still on her cunt, as the noises from the next room diminished.
"Was I really sexy that time, honey?"
"Man, you're swingin', baby!" Dick chuckled. "When are you going to say the big word?"
"Ohhhh, you awful thing, you!" Candy giggled. "Next time!"
Dee held her hands over her ears. She had to get out of the house. They were going to do it again, and she knew what word Dick wanted Candy to cry out. I hate her, I hate her! Dee thought, furiously. She's no better than a whore.
Guiltily, Dee eased from her bed and tiptoed to her door. She would have to clean herself downtown someplace. Any little sound would give her away, even the flush of a toilet.
Finally, after moments of tension, she was out in the alley, climbing in her car. She always had trouble getting out of an auto's front seat, and even more trouble getting inside, especially if she wore a dress, as she did today. Those long legs again!
Just as her modestly cut skirt crawled back to her pussy, and as she was forced to expose her moistened cunt, she saw a young man walking up the alley toward her. She didn't recognize him. Hastily, she jacked herself into the seat, behind the wheel, realizing the youth had glimpsed her entirely.
As he passed the car, uttering a muted 'hello' Miss, she saw a deep flush on his tanned, rugged face. Her own face was just as heated. There was something very shy and reserved about him; she liked him instantly, despite her embarrassment. She sat a moment, hands on the steering wheel, shivering. She looked behind, via the rear view mirror.
He had a wonderfully strong body. He was dressed in rough denims, which fit snugly, and she could see the virile lines of his figure, the lean hips and wide shoulders. But he was much younger than she, thinking about him in an intimate way was ridiculous.
She was stimulated by him, though. Not the way Carl aroused her curiosity, not the way any man had ever stirred her interest. Who was he? She had never seen him; he must be new in Sumpter.
John Bellows reached his bachelor quarters, in the basement of an old two-story house owned by Nell Winter, a widow. He locked the front door and opened his pants; he dropped into a deep chair.
The view up under that long-legged girl's dress, his glimpse of her pink, lacy panties pressed to her cunt, brought his prick up stiffly. What beautiful thighs she had! Slender, yet they tapered up to perfection at the hips. She had a nice face, a full mouth, rich brown hair, but her exposure had embarrassed her terribly. She's as shy as I am around the opposite sex!
He didn't know her name, he had only recently arrived in Sumpter, seeking work. And he had found it, thankfully. He was going out on a logging project on Monday. He had to find out who that long-legged girl was, where she worked-not that it would do him much good.
He slid his fingers up and down his long, big-knobbed prick. Juice was already dribbling from the sex hole. He squeezed the foreskin back, exposing the swelling knob.
That's never been in a pussy, he thought guiltily. I wonder how it would feel to actually screw a girl? I need it. I'm sick of jacking off. But what else is there? Just wild, dirty dreams and the lonely spurtings. Then the awful guilt, afterward.
He had discovered that masturbating wouldn't make him crazy, as his mother had warned. He enjoyed it, but it still was second best. A poor substitute for the real thing.
He was used to the rough language of lumber camps; he had worked in Northern Idaho before moving into Washington. He knew all the filthy words, the expressions lumberjacks used when talking about dames. His parents had been killed in an auto accident, and he had been on his own for over two years. He was in his teens, but he looked twenty-five; he lied about his age continually.
The size of his prick added to his confusion. He had a good eight inches, and it was over two inches thick when he had a hard-on. His co-workers, in the shower rooms at lumber camps, had kidded him about his endowment.
"You make the gals squeal when you fuck 'em?" was a typical remark. Or, "John, I know a whore that can take that much meat!"
The men he worked with, mostly married, had filthy minds; in one Idaho community the lumberjacks bragged about swapping wives. It was the going thing, evidently. But, in spite of all his familiarity with vulgarity, there was a zone in his being that these men never touched. He could think romantically about certain girls he saw. There was more to a woman than just a cunt and a pair of tits!
Soon, he would have to prove how much of a man he was by visiting a whore house. There were two in Sumpter, disguised as rooming houses.
For now, he had a new girl to dream about when he jacked off. The shy, long-legged beauty he had seen climbing into the front seat of her car. In a small town like this, he would soon learn her name, a lot about her. Maybe she was married. Somehow, though, he felt sure she was single. Married women in lumber villages weren't known for their modesty; and this girl had blushed lividly.
He had caught her with her long thighs wide apart, a very girlish pose. The memory of her pink, lace-trimmed panty was so vivid in his thoughts he was sure now that her cunt had been wet.
Had she, too, been masturbating? But why would she do that with her panties on?. He had seen her rush rather swiftly from the big house, into the alley. He recalled her limber-hipped walk, the sweet sway of her slender, rounded ass in the snug skirt. Her nylons had reached halfway to her cunt, leaving sexy zones of thigh exposed.
Man, I'm going to go off big this time! he thought, his hand moving slowly on his rigid cock. I'll shoot it up in the air a yard high! I haven't been this hot for a week.
Now, the lewd visions began to torture his brain. He was between those long, sexy thighs; he was licking her nipples and driving his burning cock into her pussy.
No! Not yet. He had to dream about dating her several times, first. He had to dream about sending her flowers and kissing her tempting mouth; they would be married before he dared touch her intimately. She would have to love him, and he would have to love her. That would make the sex part very right and proper.
Nell Winter peered down from her secret viewing place, an old ventilator that was ordinarily hidden by a rug in her bedroom. She liked to keep tabs on her renters; she liked to watch what they did. Usually, she rented the basement apartment to young married couples, so she could watch them have their sex-play before they went to bed to finish. The last young man and wife had often screwed on the living room sofa, or on the floor, and she had enjoyed that very much.
Nell was fifty, a widow with a very sensual nature and strong, urgent needs, which she satisfied with her hands and an imitation prick. She was quite prominent in social circles around Sumpter; she just couldn't let herself get involved with some drunken lumberjack, as much as she wished she could.
Her age was against her, too, although she watched what she ate, and she was proud of her legs and generous, sloping breasts. She still had her figure, even if the lines around her neck gave her away. Her last, real sex had been with an older salesman in Spokane, and he hadn't been able to satisfy her; one orgasm and he was finished.
What she craved was a young lover. Like John Bellows.
When he had called on the phone about her ad in the local weekly paper, she had almost turned him down. But his voice had sounded interesting, and the moment she saw him she was glad to let him take the apartment. A man his age would surely have girl friends; and she would have more vicarious thrills!
Well, it wasn't happening that way, yet. He was jacking off. And that was almost as exciting as watching a man and a girl go at it.
What a huge prick he had! Thick and long and beautifully knobbed! Crouching in the darkness, her thighs apart, she felt wetness oozing from her pussy as John played with his cock. He wasn't rushing, as some of her renters had. Yes, the married men jacked off, too. They had girlie magazines around, and when wifey was away, they stared at nude photos of sexy girls and spurted shots out into the air.
Always before, Nell had been able to satisfy her hungers by watching and then masturbating. But John was different. He was basically a nice fellow, very shy; he was neat and dressed well, for the kind of work he did. He had all the earmarks of a gentleman, even at his age. Unusual. She had seen no liquor or beer around; evidently he didn't drink much, either.
She had wanted John in bed the first time she had seen him, and the urge was stronger all the time. Yes, she would masturbate, as usual, after a peeping session; but she knew already it wouldn't do enough for her. She craved John with a lewd, fierce craving that surprised her.
He's the only male I've really wanted since my husband died! she thought, shivering. Oh, I'm dying for it! I want his prick sliding in my cunt. I want his mouth on my nipples, I want him to fuck me. How awful I am. But how can lever interest such a young, rugged male? I just won't make an ass of myself! I have my reputation to think of. I might want to re-marry. And he can get all the pretty young things he wants! Ohhhh,I wish I had known what I know now when I was seventeen! Of course, we didn't have the Pill, but we had condoms. And I was afraid to use them. I didn't get laid until I was engaged to be married, at twenty.
Of course, I played with myself before that, but I was as green as grass. I didn't learn how to top-ride Al until I was almost thirty. Why couldn't some older man have shown me what to do? Al didn't know beans, either. We almost got divorced until I read that article about what some married girls did for variety. Ohhhh, hell.
I'd love to train John. I wonder how many girls he'd poked? Maybe none. What if I could get his cherry? Wouldn't that be something?
Chapter Two
John armed his prick swiftly now. He imagined that he and the long-legged girl were married; it was their wedding night! he was pushing his knob into her virginal pussy, and she was all turned on by his earlier kisses and caresses. She was ready for this first, sweet invasion.
He had played around with his cock for over twenty minutes and the final burst of pleasure was a necessity. His hips curved high, his hand whipped swiftly, and he closed his eyes and imagined that the leggy girl was cry- ing out, whimpering her delight.
The hot waves of joy swept up his legs, to his cock; his balls were up tight against the base of his trembling, swollen prick, his knob expanded even more, and the sensations grew too much to describe. His come arched high in the air, his hips jerked, and he made fuck-motions with his hips as the stream of come spurted out in achy, pulsing beats.
Moaning, he quieted, his legs shaking. He jerked his hand from his cock and cursed his weakness. Another futile orgasm. Another big smear on another carpet. Wasted sex energies. A fine way to initiate his new apartment. But hell. He was too bashful to go out and try to date girls. Besides, only tramps gave it out without the finger-band; and he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Nell Winter hurried from her bedroom and almost ran to the bathroom. She didn't want to play with herself in bed, not right now. John might hear her and get the wrong ideas about her. She was a respectable widow.
She locked the bathroom door, rushed out of her robe, and sprawled naked on the toilet seat. She reached into a nearby drawer, found her artificial cock, and tipped her hips high for the entrance.
Ohhhh, I need it badly, she thought, feverishly. I'm as hot as a firecracker. I'm sopping wet, and I haven't been so turned-on for years. When he pumped his come out in the air, I almost died. I almost had an orgasm, right there.
Her left hand rose to her stinging, swollen tits. She massaged them swiftly, knowingly. She pushed the head of the dildo into her pussy. Ohhhh-delicious! Thrills chased along her heavy, burning thighs, her clit was very stiff and tingly.
She moaned and shuddered as pleasure clutched at her, her cunt convulsed deliciously around his driving prick. She thrust wildly, her heels thudding on the floor. It was tearing her pussy apart.
John sat rigidly in the Sumpter movie house, staring unseeingly at the old John Wayne war movie. On his way to town he had mailed another payment into his College Fund, as he called it. The money went to a bank in Lake City, where he had already accumulated several thousand dollars.
He was good at math; he wanted to take a business course at the University of Idaho when he was twenty; he wanted to get out of the rough woods camps eventually. He wasn't ashamed of his old Ford, or the rather conservative way he lived; he wanted to better himself.
Now that he was on another good job, he could afford to save more money. He had gone to the movie for one reason; as he had strolled down town on this Saturday night, he had seen the leggy girl duck into The Rex. He had followed.
He hadn't seen her on the main floor, so he had climbed to the balcony, and, sure enough, he spotted her. Now, he was sitting three seats from her, as near as he felt he should go. A visit with a grocery store owner had given him the information he'd needed. Her name was Dee Evans, she was single, she lived with her mother and her stepfather. A younger sister, Candy, was at home, too. Dee worked in the office at the Sumpter Lumber Mill.
Tonight she wore slacks and a conservative jersey, and a light jacket around her shoulders. Her legs were so long she sat rather awkwardly in the seat, thighs apart. The jersey outlined the luscious contours of her generous tits. In the twilight of the theater, her hair, shaped rather tightly to her head, seemed black. Her profile was delightful, her full mouth seeming more voluptuously pouted than he'd remembered.
As he munched popcorn, he caught her peering at him, and as their eyes met, she quickly averted her eyes, gazing straight ahead. His heart was pounding, and his prick tingled. Could she really be interested? He was younger than she, more than she realized-but he would never tell, if he ever had the chance.
The way the grocer had talked, Dee was some kind of local freak. She never dated; she was a loner. Apparently, she was a man hater. A smirk and a sly wink from his informant indicated there had to be something queer or odd about her. Why wasn't she out on her own, at her age? She made good money.
Sarah had recently married a man much younger than she was; could it be that Dee liked her stepfather? Candy got around, all right. She was currently going with some guy named Dick Ulster, a known cocksman and man about town. A very peculiar household.
In his own mind, John had a very different notion about Dee Evans. She had a sensitive face, she was obviously intelligent, but extremely shy, like himself. How could he get to know her.
Keeping his head straight forward, as though he were watching the movie, he let his gaze slide toward her. Gradually, he was aware of her occasional glances in his direction. She became rather restless; she moved her long legs around now and then. His cock was heating. She was the most fascinating girl he had ever seen.
What did she do for sex? Was she as cold as everyone thought? He doubted that very much. To him she seemed extremely sensual; no girl could have a mouth like that, such a feminine, coltish way of walking, such long, long, sexy legs, and not be provocatively endowed with depths of passion.
Her shyness was a kind of challenge-but how in hell could a guy as backward as himself ever break the ice? Was she wearing fancy pink panties under those tights? Was her bra lacy and perfumed? He shuddered, his prick rising up along his belly.
I guess tonight I'll go to a whore house, he thought angrily. I've got to know how it feels to have a girl under me. It's either that or jack off again. Damn. I'll get the hell out of here and have a few drinks and screw up my courage. But before I go I'll make one pass at her. All I can do is get a hand on my face.
Fists clenched, his jacket hiding the high bulge in his pants, he stood up and took a seat behind Dee. A faint girlish fragrance drifting to his nostrils made his knob swell even more.
"Like to have a drink after the show?" he whispered, leaning forward.
She sat very stiffly for several long seconds, almost as if she hadn't heard him. A young couple behind him broke out of a clinch. The girl giggled.
"Sit beside her, chump-not behind her."
Dee's head turned, and John held his breath. She gave him a cool, withering glance.
"I'm not a pickup! Please go."
"Sorry," he muttered, his face flaming.
"Boy, how square can you get!" the young girl tittered.
John bolted along between the rows of seats, rushing down from the balcony. Hell with her. Uppity. Too good for him. He wanted to rush back up the stair and tell her off.
He slammed out of the theater and headed for the nearest bar. Shit! A few drinks and a lay in a crib and he'd forget Dee. Let her be a damned old maid. He'd get even with her, somehow. You bet.
An hour later, with four belts of whisky in his craw, John walked rather unsteadily toward the nearest rooming house. He was new in town; he didn't give a damn who saw him go up the steps, under the red neon sign. He pushed a doorbell and waited.
Almost instantly the panel opened. He inhaled musky perfume, saw a plushy parlor and found himself looking at a bright, young, painted face. Sexy, man.
"Well!" the girl breathed. "Come on in!"
As the door closed behind him, as he heard the click of the lock, as the girl tucked her arm familiarly through his and led him into another luxuriously furnished room, he had a wild impulse to turn and flee. But the liquor was working its subtle magic; he was big and strong and it was about time he got himself a piece of ass.
His hard-on was gone, though. He felt rather shriveled. Another girl entered quickly, wearing only a pair of sexy tights and a black, thin bra, her rounded ass wiggling provocatively. Her smile would have melted a stone statue.
"This is Rita, honey," the first girl said. "She'll show you a real good time!"
"Mmmmmmm, you know it, big man." Rita purred, squeezing his arm. She was a plumpish brunette, rather short, but with prominent tits and a jiggly ass. His whiskey courage improved his outlook.
"Are you sure you're twenty-one, honey?" Rita murmured, leading him into another room. A wide bed dominated the place. There was a sink in one corner, a dim light glowed in another corner.
"Hell, yes, baby!" John said bravely.
"How much time you want to pay for, good looking?"
"Well-half an hour?"
Rita giggled, a rather sly look in her knowing, black eyes. "Sure, honey. That'll be fifty bucks."
"Uhhh-mmmm!" he said, reaching for his billfold. What the hell? Why not go all out the first time? He made fifty in one day, if he worked hard. Shit. Did anything matter now but getting that piece of ass?
A light went on over the sink. Then the girl disappeared with his money. He stood awkwardly, waiting. When she reappeared she looked puzzled.
"Aren't you undressed? Come on, honey. I got to inspect it."
"Yeah, sure. Sorry."
She stood, legs apart, her smile wide, her tits straining at the fancy bra. "This is your first trip, huh?"
He flushed. "Guess so ... " "Look, honey. You just relax and let Rita do the stuff, huh? I know how it is . . . Come on, baby. Pants down, shirt off. You want to see my tits?"
He nodded, his prick tingling. Man, this was something! She unhooked her bra and let her breasts out. The dark nipples were twin eyes, staring at him. A whore's big tits, ready for his hands. They were the first pair of naked tits he had ever seen.
In a kind of daze, he undressed. When his shorts came down, Rita gasped.
"Honey. That's some big, nice prick you've got!"
She reached for it and held it in her right hand, and magically it began to enlarge even more. Waves of rutty need swept through his body. His balls were drawing up, his knob was swelling, tingling.
"Over here, honey," she encouraged. She led him to the sink, and she ran hot water into the bowl. She soaped her hands and then his rigid prick. Man, oh, man! She pulled his foreskin back and stared at the glans; she milked his cock shaft. He couldn't quite understand.
"You're okay, baby," Rita smiled. She washed his prick gently.
He clutched at her shoulders, his passion rising, rising. A woman's hands on his cock. Her naked tits right in front of him. He moaned, and his hips lurched, and he felt the raging need sweep out to the head of his prick, he was spurting into the water and all over the wall.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Honey! Don't get so carried away!"
"Uhhhhh!" he gasped, his hands finding her tits.
"Easy, hon," she whispered. "Over on the bed. We want the next one right up where it counts, don't we?"
She means we'll be fucking, he thought dizzily.
He watched her slide out of the colored bikini panty and sink down on the bed. She drew a pillow behind her head and opened her thighs. The black bun of her sex hole was exciting.
In a kind of trance, he walked to the bed, his prick still rigid. Her inviting smile, her relaxed manner, encouraged him. Just before she had wiggled to the pad, he had seen her rub something on her puss. Lubricant, probably. He had heard about Vaseline.
She was pretending to be excited, but of course she wasn't. This was her work; he knew a good whore sometimes took on twenty men in an evening. The gross take figured out at about a dollar a minute. The prostitute got about half of that. The oldest profession still flourished. This girl couldn't be over twenty-two; her body still was firm, her features were smooth, and she didn't look hard.
"Lie down, honey," she murmured, weaving her ass. "I'll make it nice and easy for you!"
No dirty words, no rough talk. He appreciated that. He sank down at her right, and she turned quickly sideways, her hand touching his prick, her pussy curved toward him.
"Play with me, honey. We have lots of time." He shuddered with rising excitement; her fingers moved gently and expertly on his cock. His hand was drawn, like a metal object toward a magnet, to her pussy. He touched the secret, sexy place. She wiggled it nearer, breathing faster.
"Kiss my tits hon," she murmured. "Make the nipples hard."
His cockhead was puffing again, the faint woman scent was working on his starved nerve centers. His hips curved toward the playful hand, and he shuddered as the sweet yearning built wildly in his loins.
"Ohhhh, don't come yet, honey." she gasped, gliding smoothly above him, her thighs opened.
She was straddling him before he realized what was happening; his tingling knob was touching her cunt; she uttered a moan of pleasure as her pussy lips opened for his knob.
Now, it was happening. His prick was oozing, squeezing into a woman's cunt. Up, up it went into her vagina. The savage urgency of his need began to explode. She stroked once, twice, and the hot flood of his seed spurted up into her pussy.
Her cunt tightened on his cockshaft. She cooed soft words. "Honey, that's a big, big one. I love it. Come to Rita."
His fingers clutched at her tits, and he groaned with joy; she stroked and stroked, weaving the bed, as the achy sex shivers raced through his pelvis and out to the head of his cock. Man, oh, man! This was where his seed belonged. This was screwing. This was it.
Rita paused and watched the tautness leave his young, handsome face. A virgin, a real cherry. She had had only one such experience. She was guessing now, from his responses, that he probably wasn't even of age. His prick wasn't softening after his come-off. He was strong and young. He could probably shoot four or five golden bullets in the time allotted.
As hardened as she had become, after a year in her business, she found her resolves weakening. Having an orgasm on Saturday night was dangerous; she had to be in top form, later. At midnight she had an all-night date with an older man, but she could fake her delights.
I may not have a chance like this for months, she thought, beginning to slide up and down. His big cock just fits in my cunt. I've got to go off with him; I just can't resist it. I shouldn't have taken all that beer this afternoon. It slows me down. But I can make it; I know I can. His knob reaches right up where the action is. I can't even take it all.
John marveled at Rita's dexterity. She was swinging her ass around and around, and her nipples were sharpening. He had imagined that he would be on top, taking her; but he liked this. She was doing the thing, the screwing. Terrific.
Her quickened breathing seemed terribly real. Her pretty face was flushed, her tits were enlarging.
"Honey" she panted, resting again. "Don't ever breathe a word, but I'm going to come with you. Would you like that?"
"Yeah!" he cried feverishly.
"Shhhh! Not so loud. Promise you won't tell Jerry?" "I promise!" he gasped.
"You're a wonderful, young, strong fellow," she whispered, jiggling her tits in his hands. "I'm going to give you a real hot ride!"
He couldn't believe it; she probably said this to all of her customers to make things realistic. Well, it was delicious. She knew her business. The bed began to creak. Man, his prick was growing even larger. The ache to finish was a hard, burning necessity. The sweet tossing of her plump ass was so terribly erotic he was swept into a jazzy zone of total involvement.
She was playing with his passion now. She knew just when he was about to finish, and she would stop stroking. It was almost like when he delayed his pleasure while he was jacking off. And when she tightened her pussy, that was almost too much.
Now her tongue came far out, she fluttered it between her fleshy lips and she went slowly around and around. Her dark eyes were widening, a look of rapt, sensual enjoyment transformed her features. What an actress she was.
"Uhhhh!" he moaned.
"Ohhhh, please don't come yet, honey!" she panted, resting again.
"I-can't-wait!" he cried.
"Hold it just a little while!" she breathed, stroking again. Now her bottom moved swiftly with real pur- pose. Her eyes closed, her face twisted, her mouth suddenly descended on his, her lips burned around his lips, and a hot tongue dived into his throat.
Whores weren't supposed to kiss customers. But she was moaning and shaking, her pussy starting to do movements around his prick. Her tongue was like a sword in his mouth, plunging, stroking.
Now, she raised her torso, her head went back, and she breathed harshly.
"Ohhhh, it's coming, honey. Don't move. Let me do it. Ahhhh. Ohhhh, sweet Jesus. Almost, almost. Now, now, now. I'm making it. Ohhh, come now-come with me."
Her ass jiggled like a cork on restless water; the bed shimmied, he felt a tightening of her vagina. Her whole body vibrated, and then he was pouring his juice up into her pussy, spurt after spurt. Her pussy was sucking his come; it was churning wildly around his throbbing cock.
Her last, hard, long lunges brought a feverish moan from her lips. She softened, panting hard, still shivering, still braced above him, while her pussy fluttered delectably.
I think she did have an orgasm, he thought. Man alive. What an experience. I'm really getting my money's worth.
"Honey, what's your name?" she panted, staring down at him in a rather intent manner.
"John. John Bellows."
"Have you got a phone, hon?"
"They're putting it in today. I'm new in town."
She sighed, apparently reluctant to break the sweet, sexy connection.
"Do you ever date girls, honey?"
"Nah. Haven't been here long enough."
"Look, I have some days off coming," she smiled. "Would you like to meet me in Spokane? We could have all kinds of fun."
He couldn't believe it. Might as well say yes. What could he lose? She was just putting him on, so he'd come back and spend more money. His sex-urges were diminishing. He felt rather washed out.
"Sure," he answered bravely. He wouldn't be able to get away from his job, anyway. It all sounded too phony. She glanced at her watch just as a light tapping sounded on the door near the sink.
"Time's up, honey," she whispered. She kissed him hard, on the mouth, pressing her tits into his chest. "You're really something, John. Really! I'll call you soon."
Dee, dressed for sleeping, stared at the opened pages of a book she had taken upstairs, but she wasn't seeing one word. She was re-living the past hour or so. She had left the theater shortly after John had rushed away. She had stood in the darkness of an alley and had watched him come out of a bar across the street, walk rather unsteadily to the nearest rooming house and go inside.
He had gone to a whore house. How awful. Dee knew all about the houses in Sumpter; it was common knowledge.
How could he be so cheap? He was like all the other men. A few drinks and then a filthy roll with a paid woman.
She had waited and waited for him to emerge from the rooming house. Finally, after twenty minutes, she had given it up and driven home. Sarah and Carl were back home, surprisingly. She could hear them talking in their bedroom, faintly. Candy was out somewhere with Dick.
I hate him, she thought. I hate him for being common. Why did I cool him in the balcony? I was afraid. Does he need sex that badly? Ohhhh, I was rude and awful. He asked me for a date. I hate myself now. But he's too young for me. I'd feel ridiculous going out with him. Legs Evans is robbing the cradle for dates, people would say. She must be getting desperate.
Ohhh, I should leave this place and go to Spokane. I could get a different office job. I should be out on my own.
Suddenly the voices in the next room took on a familiar ring. Sarah was giggling, Carl was laughing in a suggestive manner. They were going to have their fun again.
She almost threw the book down, crawled off the bed and put her ear against the wall that divided her quarters from Sarah's bedroom. She was already turned on; the experience at the movies had aroused her. And he hadn't even touched her.
This awful listening wasn't the answer, either-but as long as she had to bear the pain of hearing the bed creak and rattle, she might as well catch what they were saying, before they did it.
"... some strip show we saw last night, wasn't it, honey?" Sarah laughed.
"You know it!" he exclaimed. "How come a dame likes to watch another dame take her clothes off?"
"Well, it's exciting when men watch it, lover!"
"Yeah, I suppose so . . . Hey, why don't you give me a show?"
"Oh, you cocky thing, you." Sarah giggled. "You know what my pussy looks like."
They've been drinking, Dee thought. They don't care what they say. How crude and dirty. Why couldn't they be more romantic about it? Well, maybe they were, when they got right down to it.
Generally she didn't put her ear to the wall; listening to the sigh of bedsprings was suggestive enough. She wished sometimes she could watch them. If she ever got married she would want to know how to do it. She was sure that Sarah was sometimes on top. She had also heard that a lot of whores did their thing that way. What an unladylike act. How could any decent married woman bounce around like a dirty slut?
"... hey, that's the way." Carl exclaimed. "Wiggle it."
"Well, bring your prick out so I can see it, honey."
Dee shuddered. How filthy could Sarah be? Prick and pussy. Make the whole thing cheap. But obviously Carl was enjoying it. What was Sarah doing? Stripping and weaving her oversized body?
"You're charging my batteries, baby," Carl exclaimed.
"Ohhh, good, honey!" Sarah giggled. "I want to come about four times."
Dee's legs trembled; she almost sank to the floor. Sarah was a bitch. Mouthing obscene words, turning love into a kind of show. Dee knew what coming meant, all right. Four times.
Ohhhh, I should dress and leave the house. This is horrible. She's got a young, strong husband, and she's going wild. She's no better than a tramp. I can't bear it; I'll have to have it again myself. I'm already wet, my tits are stinging.
"Honey, that's terrific!" Sarah laughed. The bed jiggled. "It's getting real big."
"Ready to ride it now, baby?" Carl laughed.
Dee could bear no more audio. She left the wall and fell across her bed, shivering with need. Their awful talk was too much. She had imagined that Carl was such a gentleman. And he did know how to act around the house.
She turned out the light at the head of the bed, she slipped a pillow between her long thighs, rolled on top of it, and began to thrust her hips at it. Her tits were hard and achy, and her pussy simply screamed for relief.
Sometimes she did it this way so she wouldn't have to touch her pussy with her fingers. It was all masturbation, or auto-eroticism-a much cleaner word-but loving a pillow was more like really having a man between her legs. Moving her hips in the ancient sex rhythm seemed to give her more pleasure. It lasted longer.
I hate that guy at the movies, but I want him now. Why can't he be here, kissing me and playing with my body? Legs Evans needs attention. She wants a boy friend terribly!
Ohhhh, it feels very rich and good tonight. Stuff is dripping from my cunt all over the pillow. My clit is very tender.
From Carl and Sarah, in the next room, came the old familiar jiggling of the bedsprings. She was topping him! She was making the noises. Dee could imagine the rise and fall of Sarah's plump bottom. He was probably playing with her big tits. His cock was sliding in her pussy. Faint, suggestive laughter reached Dee's ears.
Bang went the bed again. Another wait. Delay the orgasm. Well, they were man and wife; this thing cemented their relationship. Maybe lots of couples talked sexy before they fucked. Was she right to call it dirty? What they did in the bedroom was their own business.
Sarah still was cheap for allowing such talk, though. No nice girl would think of saying prick and pussy. Why did she have to tell him she wanted to come four times? She was just degrading herself.
But Dee's sex fever climbed, as she hunched faster at the pillow, the dirty words and visions swamped her brain. That guy was spreading her thighs, bringing his face against her cunt. He was loving her pussy. His tongue was invading her virginal hole. Now, he was turning around so she could take his cock in her mouth. Ohhhh, I want it, she thought wildly.
Ohhhh, honey, here I come. Ohhhhh, it's coming hard and deep. Ohhhh, I want to yell, but I can't! Carl and Sarah would hear me. They think I'm asleep. Ohhhh, now-now-now-Ohhhh-I'm going off.
What a bitch I really am! she thought guiltily. Going off was a terrible expression. Where had she heard it? In a rest room at high school, when she had eavesdropped on two pretty, curvy gals who had double dated the might before.
"... he went off all over my legs! I didn't let him put it in me . . . " The inner mind never really forgot anything; and in her excitement the lewd expression had daggered into her conscious thinking.
Ohhhh, I must be some kind of weirdo. When I'm turned on, when I'm right into the best part of it, I'm somebody else. I'm a panting bitch, just like Sarah. Only she admits it. She performs instead of thinking about it. And they made their pleasure last and last.
They have several orgasms.
Ohhh, hell! What am I going to do?"
Chapter Three
"Isn't this a nice spot for a picnic?" Terri Connell asked Dee.
"Oh, very," Dee answered, looking at the wooded slopes below, at her right. The small meadow was enclosed on three sides by trees and brush. Terri's sports car was parked nearby.
It was Sunday afternoon; Dee had been delighted by the slender redhead's call two hours earlier. She was glad to be out of the house and all of its sexual implications. Having a picnic with a girl friend, her only one, really, would surely clear her mind after the previous night's excitement.
Terri wore a snug blouse and a mini-skirt; she was bare-legged. The weather was just right, cool in the shade and warm in the sunlight. Dee had picked tights and a loose jersey for the outing; she wore very little makeup, and she was rather surprised to note that Terry was all turned out, almost as if she were going on a date with a man.
But then, Terri almost always dressed becomingly, sexily. She was sitting prettily on the blanket now, creamy thighs spread, her skirt recklessly back.
After their lunch, Terri had produced a bottle of wine, and the girls had been sipping on it. Dee wasn't used to drinking, and already she felt warm and rather tipsy.
"I guess we should have snagged a couple of men for this deal," Terri giggled. "But where do you find 'em in this place?"
"They're all married," Dee agreed. She thought, that guy at the movies isn't, but he's much too young. And he visits whore houses.
"It's rough on we single gals," Terri mused, taking another drink of wine, handing the bottle over to Dee. "For real fun . . . " "Oh, you can get plenty of dates," Dee protested.
Terri shrugged. "Those salesmen are all married. Oh, I get a little stuff once in a while. Don't you, honey?"
"Are you kidding?" Dee said. The wine was loosening her tongue. "Legs Evans? I'm a kind of local freak!"
"Don't say that! You've got the equipment, those nice, long legs! They're sexy." Dee flushed. "Too much!"
"Oh, stop downgrading yourself, honey. Why don't you try wearing short skirts and dark nylons and tight blouses, like this one? And you would look better with some makeup."
"Oh, you're just saying that!" Dee exclaimed.
"No, honey. Honest. We'll go to Spokane one of these weekends and you get yourself all gussied up, and we'll land a couple of studs!"
The idea was highly provocative, but Dee was sure she couldn't do it. She was rather shocked to hear Terri admit that she got a little stuff from married men. How slutty.
Terri had now opened her thighs until her cunt showed, cupped by fancy green, thin panties. Dee pulled her eyes away, terribly confused and strangely excited.
She was vaguely aware, in the dim recesses of her mind, that some girls were that way about other girls, but the mere idea that Terry might be Lesbian was horribly ungrateful! And even worse was the suggestion that she, Dee, might become attracted to the pretty redhead!
When Terri went to Spokane on weekends, alone, she claimed her fun was always with handsome men-but was it, really?
Here we are, on a picnic, and she's showing me almost everything she's got! Is she trying to make out with me?
Dee shivered, but not entirely with revulsion. She wasn't afraid of Terri, as she was around men. She could discuss things more intimately with the curvy redhead than she could with anyone else. But just how intimate was it going to be?
"Maybe we should be getting back," Dee muttered, still blushing.
Terri drew one shapely leg toward her and rested her chin on it. Now her whole pussy was exposed. Dee jerked her attention away.
"Look, honey, I know what you're thinking-and I might as well tell you the truth. I like an understanding girl once in a while. Sure, I go for men, and I'll get married someday, but-" She shrugged and smiled. "Men talk. It's rough. Don't you like me, just a little, Dee?"
"Well, yes, but-" Dee felt her cheeks flaming. "That's terribly wrong!"
"Oh, hell!" Terri murmured. "Lots of things are wrong. These guys around town go to whore houses all the time, married and single. Where do the dames go? Nowhere! A gal has to be so careful. I'm on the Pill, but it's still risky. A dame can get hung up emotionally. I got hurt badly a few years ago. I went all out for this guy, and it turned out later he was married, with three kids. He wasn't about to divorce his wife and marry me. He was getting it from me, free! These damned men are all polygamous. They'll cheat at the drop of a hat!"
Dee shuddered. She's talking me into it, and I'm not running or objecting, so far! And she's right about men. They're dirty and obscene. I heard the other day that Carl takes on a whore once in a while . . . And he hasn't been married to Sarah much over a year. How can he do such a thing? Doesn't he love her?
Ohhhh, I'm so terribly mixed up I don't know what to do. But I am excited. I can feel my nipples poking out and my cunt is wet. Words about sex always excite me. But what do two girls do?
"I can tell you're lonely, honey," Terri murmured, sliding over beside Dee. "Wouldn't you like to share yourself with someone who wouldn't talk, and who cares for you?"
"B-but it's evil-and nasty." Dee cried, trembling. "Honey," Terri breathed, her left arm slipping around Dee's shoulder. "Loving can be very beautiful. There's nothing wrong with sex. It's what's in our minds that make it dirty and wrong."
"I-I want to think about it a while!" Dee cried, her voice shaky with emotion.
"Well, sure, I understand," Terri whispered, hugging Dee. "I don't want to rush you into anything. But I can tell you're sensual. You're just very bashful and shy. You don't have to be around me."
I'm in, Terri thought, triumphantly. I'm going to get my hands and maybe my mouth on that sweet, virginal pussy! I've been working on this for months. I'll make her so disgusted with men she'll spit on them. I'd swear no one has ever laid a hand on her.
I want to slide between those long, long legs and hear her moan with joy. I'm positive she masturbates all the time; she's dying for mutual sex. That wine is really working. She loved it when I waved my pussy at her. She's got a male hang up, but I'll fix that. I haven't had a piece of girl stuff for weeks and weeks. In a few months I'll have her really liberated. She'll be a swinger.
Dee felt soft, warm lips on her neck, below her ear; she felt a seeking hand on the bulges of her jerseyed tits. They were puffing out inside her bra. But I like it. I do need someone. Terri understands. 'Ohhhh, Terri." Dee cried, winding her arms around the other's neck. Their mouths collided. Dee felt the sensuous press of Terri's lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. The idea that she, Dee, was physically appealing, even to another girl, flattered her bruised ego.
If she thinks my long legs are sexy, maybe they really are. Ohhhh, I don't care, now. I need her. I think I've wanted this for a long, long time and wouldn't admit I've watched her wiggle around the office in those tight, sexy clothes, and I believed I was just envious. But it's more than that. I want her to do it to me. I'm sick of eavesdropping and playing with myself, time after time. Yes, this is wrong, but maybe it doesn't have to be dirty and lewd. Ohhhh, I love being kissed. I'm starved for it, famished for it. I can't fight her any longer. I adore her for doing this.
Dee felt her lips spreading, tingling. A tongue-tip wiggled against her teeth; she found her mouth opening, eagerly. A soft hand slipped under her jersey, gliding across her belly, up to her swelling tits. She yielded, sinking backward on the blanket; Terri continued the mouth-to-mouth contact. Her tongue began to slide sweetly in and out of Dee's mouth. Delicious.
A clever hand opened her bra in back, loosened it. In seconds Terri was squeezing Dee's stinging tits. Dee felt them firm with her raging need. Waves of pleasure caught her, her long legs were opening, her hips rising.
Her lips were puffing under Terri's seeking mouth, she was pushing her own tongue upward, jabbing it at her lover's. Her tender nipples were tingling and stiffening delectably. How sweet and provocative.
I'm easy, I fell right over backward, but I don't care. Wonderful things are happening in my body; the sexy sensations are deeper and richer because I'm sharing. I've waited and waited for someone, but I never dreamed it would be another girl!
Terri's mouth lifted, at last. Her quick, eager breathing into Dee's parted lips soared Dee's passion higher.
"Honey, I know you needed this!" Terri whispered, fondling Dee's tits.
"Just do it!" Dee panted.
"Well, let's take some clothes off, sweetie. I want to give you a good loving!"
"Ohh, not out here!" Dee cried. "Somebody might-" "All right, honey!" Terri breathed. "Don't push me away now."
Dee shuddered as a seeking hand opened the top of her slacks and crept inside. Warm fingers invaded her panty, pressing her cunt. Ohhh! Now her jersey was being lifted, her bra slid from her tits, and suddenly Terri was kissing a tingly nipple.
Dee clutched at the redhead's shoulders, her hips curved toward the caressing hand, she felt a flood of wetness on her cunt, a finger invaded her fuck tunnel. It teased her stinging clit, it dallied with her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohhhh!" Dee cried, feverish with yearning.
"Come to Terri, honey. Come now."
There was that word again, blazing through her brain, her being. All of its implications drew honeyed thrills from her. Why didn't Terri say, I adore you, I need you? Dee was too far along the path toward culmination to protest now. Her hips were thrusting, as they did when she worked her pussy against the pillow, the sweetness was turning sweeter!
She found her tits pushing upward, she felt a delectable sucking on a sensitive nipple, the finger danced on her clit.
"Ohhhh!" Dee cried, fiercely. Heavenly impulses seized Dee and she was climaxing violently. Her legs kicked, her whole body shook as the joy raged through her pussy, up to her tits and back down again.
Suddenly Terri's body was between Dee's thighs, Terri moaned and pounded her hips against Dee's pussy.
"I'm making it, too, honey." Terri panted.
Dee was through the best part of her orgasm when Terri's body shuddered, her pretty face twisted, her hips went wild.
"Ahhhh-Ohhhh-Damn." Terri cried. "Hug me and make me come big."
The harsh words drove at Dee's conscience; this wasn't really love, it was just sex, but she couldn't deny Terri her pleasure. She hunched and fastened her mouth to Terri's lips. She felt the shuddery tide of the redhead's exploding passion, and more thrills gripped her. She was having it again.
How sweet to kiss while she was having her climax. How utterly delicious. Dirty or not, it was sharing and it was loving.
"Uhhhhh!" Terri panted, tearing her mouth from Dee's lips. "Ohhhh-Ohhhh-it's coming, honey. It's coming, now."
Dee felt a slutty wash of guilt within her being; she held the pretty redhead until the shaking and panting diminished.
Finally, Terri rolled away, onto her back, still breathing hard. "That was a real, nice, hot one, honey!" She raised her head, smiling. "But next time let's get naked. We're not kids any more. We might as well do it right, huh?"
Dee felt tears of shame in her eyes. She bit her lip. "You-make it-dirty!" she stammered.
"Sorry, honey," Terri giggled. "But after all we're not in love, if that's what you mean. Fun's fun. Don't make too big a deal out of it, sweetie. We'd just get hurt."
"You don't care for me, you just used me!" Dee cried, rolling away.
"Oh, for crap's sake!" Terri sighed, wiggling her ass. Her skirt was away back, her pantied crotch exposed. Dee could see the wetness at the crevice. "Of course, I care for you!" Terri murmured, patting Dee's hand. "You're special for me. I don't do this with just any girl! But we have to use our heads, honey. We can't date. We can't have people talking, can we?"
"I think we'd better go," Dee said, trying to re-fasten her bra without removing her jersey.
Terri giggled. "Relax! Admit it was fun! You're one up on me; you should be real tickled about that!"
She knows I had two climaxes, Dee thought. Now she's teasing me about it. Why can't we be nice about it? I guess I'm just a square. It was fun! Dangerous, forbidden fun. And I just know I'll weaken the next time we go out . . .
"Too bad it's raining so you can't go on your new job," Nell Winter said pleasantly and sympathetically.
"Right," John Bellows answered. A heavy, unseasonal downpour had halted logging operations in the back country for a few days. Mrs. Winter had invited him upstairs for coffee, which they were sipping at Nell's breakfast nook. Her interest in him was flattering.
But it was only Tuesday; if he missed a few days he wouldn't lose too much money. He had adequate reserves. He had been studying on his books; he wanted to be able to pass the college entrance exam when the time came.
He was rather puzzled by Nell Winter's appearance; she wore makeup, which she hadn't the day he had dropped by to ask her about the apartment. She also wore a tightly-belted dressing gown, and the folds of cloth at the top revealed the white slopes of her upper tits. She certainly had big ones.
"I suppose a young man your age is thinking about marriage," Nell said, smiling. Her dark hair was becomingly shaped, her black eyes seemed to be flirting with him.
"Not yet, for awhile," John answered. "You're wise not to rush into it. I imagine you have a girl friend." "No."
"Do you get lonely sometimes?" she asked, leaning slightly forward. Now he could see deeply into the vale between her large tits. She probably wasn't aware of it. He felt a shiver of sexy arousal.
Good Lord, she's old enough to be my mother and then some, he thought. At least fifty!
After his experience on Saturday night, at the rooming house with Rita, he found himself thinking less romantically about women generally. Sex was here to stay. How much more gratifying real sex was than masturbating. Was this buxom widow giving him the old come-on?
"Yes," he answered, finally.
"Well, I get lonely, too," she smiled, taking a deep breath. "My husband died years ago. You probably wonder how a woman my age could think about a man, you know-but it happens! Oh, John! I'm sorry, I didn't want to embarrass you."
He realized his face was flushed and his loins were tingling erotically. His prick was hardening.
"Sure, I understand," he said, feebly.
"But a woman has to be so careful," she went on. "I do have a little money put away, and there are always smooth-talkers around. Oh, darn it! I feel like having a drink!"
"I guess I could use one, too," he said, his chest tightening. "I'll go get a bottle ..."
"Oh, I have some, John. Just for company, and you're very understanding." She reached across the table and squeezed his wrist, hard. "You're a very handsome young fellow!"
Chapter Four
Nell Winters felt hot juice dripping from her pussy. She hadn't been so excited for years. Thinking about her peeping, knowing that he had such a tremendous cock, was making her loins ache and her breasts swell with need.
Oh, I don't want him shooting his come out onto the floor. I want it up my pussy. He's the sexiest young fellow I ever saw. I've just got to get him in bed. If I thought it would help, I'd even pay him to take me on. A fellow his age can just do it for hours.
She realized, as she took the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, that she would have to do this very carefully. He was shy, he blushed easily. And that made him all the more appealing.
Beneath her dressing gown she wore only a sheer pink nightie, cut low at the bodice. She had seen him staring at her tits which she had accidentally half-revealed.
When the highballs were ready, good and strong, she returned to the nook, taking the same chair. She let the folds of the gown part at her knees, and rather accidentally, she let her bare flesh graze his leg, under the table, his hands shook slightly as he gripped the glass in his right. He didn't smoke; she was glad of that. She hoped that, before long, he would be panting into her eager mouth.
Reluctantly, she broke the knee-contact and smiled at him. "I'm kind of awkward, John."
"No, you move around good," he said, gallantly.
She laughed. She took a sip of the mix and liquor. "In what way?"
His eyes dropped. "I like the way you wiggle."
"Well, I know that." she laughed. "You could get all the young girls you wanted. A woman my age knows a lot more, though."
Her cunt twitched with avid yearning as she pressed her bare knee against his leg; his flush deepened. She was almost there. She had to pretend, of course, that he was a man of the world; it would give him confidence. She was positive, however, that he wasn't far from being a virgin. So young and strong and virile.
When you finish your drink I want to ask your advice about something," she said, intimately. 'Sure," he muttered.
A few moments later she steered him into her bedroom. "That picture I just bought," she said, pointing to a landscape on the wall. "Do you like it there, John?"
John was shaking like a leaf in a high wind. Nell stood close beside him, her fingers pressing into his arm, her perfume and woman-scent exciting his senses. She hadn't glanced at the big ridge under his trousers, where his prick rode up along his belly, but he was sure she knew about it.
He stared unseeingly at the landscape, aware that her gown was partially open in front; out of the corner of his eyes he saw a lush, bare thigh and the frilly edge of a pink nightie, so short it was hardly level with her pussy. That was all she had on beneath the outer garment.
Man alive, this was almost too much. The liquor was raging in his blood, he felt the overwhelming sensual attraction of her big, rounded body. Now the robe fell apart in front, revealing the sweet, heavy jut of a tit barely covered at the point by more pink material. Wetness was seeping from his prickhead.
"It's-just fine," he stuttered.
Suddenly she turned, the gown swept open, all the way down, and he was enclosed by her strong arms, her big tits surged into his shirtfront, her soft warm loins pushed against his cock.
"Ohhh, John." she sighed. "Kiss me. I'm so lonely ..."
He grabbed at her convulsively, his mouth met hers, he was sinking into sensuous softness. A shudder ran along her body, her hips lurched forward, a moan climbed in her throat as their mouths wrestled hungrily. Sweet, suffering damn. She was throwing herself at him, and he couldn't resist. His hips curved toward hers, a seeking hand went boldly to his cock. Her fingers shaped the outline of his cock and she tore her mouth from his.
"Honey, hurry and undress."
In a sweet daze, he watched her drop the gown and sprawl across the bed, lush thighs far apart, her tits now standing up, out of the nightie, bare and dark-nippled, widely banded. She shaped them with her fingers, weaving her wide ass suggestively on the bed.
He tore at his clothes. He tripped on his trousers and almost fell. He could hear her uneven breathing; he saw the dark bun of her pussy, the pink slit, all puffy and expanded.
Naked now, he fell on top of her, groaning his excitement. A knowing hand steered his rigid cock to the target. He felt the sweet spreading of her pussy, the soft press of thigh-flesh against his ribs.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she panted, pushing her ass higher, sweeping his prick into her cunt. "It's been years and years."
His bare chest mashed into her jutting tits, her rump uphunched with tempestuous abandon, creaking the bedsprings. His cock was sliding in her pussy, her fierce moans rocked his senses.
She bucked faster. He felt his big knob pounding at the depths of her cunt, felt the clasping and fluttering of her pussy-flesh, her legs came away forward, his balls were banging into the place right below her slit, and suddenly her moaning reached a new, high pitch. Furious shudders racked her whole body, he felt a wild churning around his prick, and then her fierce bleat of rapture brought the burning come along his pulsing prick, out to the knob! He was spurting into her.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh-ohhh-ohhhh." The bed seemed to break apart as she bucked and panted through her orgasm. Her hands were buried in his ass-flesh, she was pushing his prick in as far as it would go. The exquisite pounding of his pleasure had never been sweeter.
"Honey, honey!" she panted, her thighs dropping. "You're just wonderful. I knew it would be like this, with you. I just knew it." He rested on the pillows on her tits, the ripe curves of her belly and loins and thighs. He was gasping for air, sweat was beading his forehead. Rita was very good, but this was even better.
"Man, you said it." He gurgled. "Wow." Her fingers wandered along his body. Her pussy tightened around his still-rigid cock. Her thighs lifted and she wound them around his legs. She hunched playfully.
"Honey, can you ever forgive an old woman like me?"
"Hell, you're not old," he muttered, still in a daze. He started to pull out, but her legs tightened.
"John, you do want some more of this, don't you?" "Yeah! But I thought-" "Oh, nooo!" she breathed. "You can have all of it you want. Any time. It's been so long I don't think I'll ever get enough."
"Man, oh man," he panted.
"Now, raise up a little, honey. There. Now, just stay like that and I'll do the rest."
Nell Winter could hardly believe her good fortune. A young, young, long-pricked stud was between her thighs, at last, and now she was going to swing out.
When I saw him jacking off I didn't think I could take all of it, but I can. His big knob hits right up there where the goodies are. But not too fast, now. Delay it, drag it out. With my husband it was all over much too swiftly. But now I can bounce around to my heart's content.
A woman my age needs a young stud. I'm more passionate now than I was at thirty. It just fills my juicy hole. Rest now, and tighten the muscles. Ohhhh! I could do this for hours.
I can tell he hasn't had much experience, but it doesn't matter. I'll take care of the details. As long as he can stay hard I'll screw him till I'm silly. I want more of him; I'm famished for plain old prick. This bed hasn't had such a good workout since my husband was young, and then I didn't really appreciate it. When he was about through, I was just learning how to come real good.
I wonder if John would like some sexy talk? Al never did, but I know some couples enjoy it.
"Kiss my tits, honey!" she whispered, arching them higher.
His head lowered, he took a nipple in his lips. He didn't know how, but he would learn.
"Suck it, honey. Nibble at it!"
His rapt expression said he loved the sexy words. His eyes were wide with amazement. His big cock was tensing again. He was almost ready to shoot another honey-shot.
She quieted. She rested a few heavenly seconds, her whole body ready for another wild climax. "Now, honey," she panted. "Pour it to me, hard and fast."
He shuddered, his hips curved, his face twisted, he began to slam her with bullish strokes. Ohhh, this was the best sensation.
His strong, lusty drives evoked a sexy storm in her pussy. Her tits surged high, her legs pulled back so he could hit bottom with every lunge, and suddenly the passion burst in her cunt. His fierce moan as he unloaded his come-juice made her pussy convulse; every nerve and muscle in her body erupted in climax.
"Ohh-Ohh!" she bleated, wildly. She was up stroking as he down stroked, the bed rattling. The pounding of his cock in her cunt released a flood of thrills. She was coming and coming and coming.
Her dildo had never been like this, her husband had never nailed her to the bed like this. Even her asshole twitched and puckered. His last thrusts sailed her into bliss!
John could hardly believe his good fortune. All the sex he wanted. She was big and lusty and she needed a man. No moonlight and sweet words, no courtship; just a strong drink of whiskey, to loosen the inhibitions, and raw, carnal sex.
Why do I know it? Why did I have feelings of revulsion after the thing with Rita? The girl he really wanted still was out of his reach; she had cooled him in the theater and she would cool him again if he tried to date her. She was older than he; she wouldn't care to go out with a man of his background. Rough lumber camps, dirty jokes, whores. Inside, he really wasn't like that, but he was getting there fast. Soon he would be hard and cynical about dames. If he married later, he would probably treat his wife as the other lumberjacks treated theirs, like a piece of merchandise, something that cooked and kept house and spread her legs when he wanted a little.
"John, I guess we'd better rest a while," Nell said, shattering his thoughts. "I'm pretty messy."
He knew what she meant. He felt sexy oozings around his prick and the base of his shaft. Her legs came apart, she pushed at him, and he rolled away. His prick still was hard.
He found a certain fascination in it, as he had at the whore house. His cock had been in another pussy, he was becoming a man about town. His prick was slimed with woman juices.
The base side of his being gloried in his depravity, while his better side yearned for a steady, a girl he could court and love and care for.
Nell finished in the bathroom and perfumed her body for another round of pleasure.
She was re-adjusting her ideas about the kind of a man she would like to have around the house, all the time. Would it be too awful if she and John were married? Would she be able to face her friends?
Well, they could move to some new place. In a large city, no one would care. John could find work in Spokane, or on the Coast. She was sure she had at least ten or fifteen good years left, so why waste them. They could even live together. That might be better; he wouldn't be able to raid her savings, not that such a nice young man would even consider it. But she hadn't known him very long. For enough money people did peculiar things.
Ohhh, when he fucks me deep I just go crazy, she thought, returning to the bedroom. John was flat on his back. His cock was hard. Too much!
I won't mention anything today, she thought, wisely. I'll get him used to having his fun with me. I'll teach him a few tricks; we'll try some new positions. I'll give him so much fucking he won't be able to think about anyone else.
Chapter Five
"Honey, this place is cute!" Terri exclaimed, gazing about the living room of Dee's tiny, furnished apartment.
"I'm glad you like it," Dee said, flushing.
It was Wednesday evening. Dee had moved out of the Wall house on Monday night, over Sarah's protests. Carl hadn't seemed very pleased, either. On Sunday evening, after her explosive picnic date with Terri, Carl had made his first real pass at her, and she had fled to her room, confused and embarrassed.
The very fact that Carl had found her sexually appealing had flattered her-but she just couldn't yield to her mother's husband. Sarah had gone to a movie alone, leaving Dee in the house with Carl, or perhaps it wouldn't have happened.
She wouldn't think about it. Terri was here, and too many dangerous ideas were scampering around in Dee's mind.
"Why didn't you move in with me, honey?" Terri asked, dropping into a chair, her legs sprawled recklessly apart. As usual, she was mini-skirted and tightly sweatered.
"I don't know about us," Dee said. "I don't think we should do that stuff any more."
Terri giggled. "Are we going to have to go through all that again? You loved it, you know you did."
Dee blushed, sitting with her legs together on the sofa. But why had she picked a seat directly across from Terri's chair? She could see already that Terri wore very brief, black panties. The soft, bare thigh flesh exposed so brazenly brought a naughty twitching in Dee's cunt.
"When are we going to Spokane and line up some dates?" Dee asked.
"Oh, that. What about this weekend, honey?"
I moved out, and I feel more independent already, Dee thought. I can have my privacy, I won't have to listen while Carl and Sarah bounce around on their bed. But I want some fun, too. I'd prefer a real nice fellow, but it's getting kind of late for that.
I'm beginning to feel differently about sex. If I can't have a steady and some romancing, I might as well have the rest.
"Fine with me," Dee said, bravely. She wasn't sure she could function with a pickup, but maybe if he was an older man he could break her in right. She had been virgin quite long enough.
"Shall we go for a drive or something?" Terri asked, weaving her ass suggestively.
"Stop it!" Dee said, her cheeks hot.
"I know, you'd rather or something, huh?" Terri laughed. "That was fun. I could use a little right now, honey. Please don't be nicey nice and difficult."
Carl Wall, standing in the shadows near the front door of Dee's apartment, smiled lewdly.
Just when I was about to get between those long sexy legs she moved out, he thought. Hell, I just patted her on the ass, and she bolted like a fool. One of these days I'll get in Candy's fancy panties, too, but I want that Dee, first. I'm sure she's never had a prick up in her pussy!
On his way to town he had noticed that the car belonging to Terri Connell was parked behind Dee's car, and now, after listening to their conversation, he knew he had a big lever. Terri and Dee had been rubbing cunts.
He knew some of the rumors about Terri were probably true. She didn't date any of the local men; they weren't good enough for her, apparently. Some of the guys Carl worked with claimed Terri was Lesbian, and by damn, they were right.
Just in case he was discovered near Dee's ground-floor apartment, he had a parcel of books in his hand, some she had left at home. He could say he was simply bringing the books by.
Now, with his ear glued to the rather thin, front door of the apartment, he had just heard Terri say she could use a little.
I'll blackmail both of them, he thought. I wouldn't mind stabbing that uppity redhead, either. All twitches and wiggles and long legs showing in those mini-skirts. I'll expose them if they won't give me a party. The last time I had two broads, I had to pay for it downtown in a whore house. But it was great. This one broad was sucking the other one off while the first one was gobbling my meat. I'd like to have a threesome for free, and this is my chance.
But not here and now. A car went by, and he knew he couldn't lurk on the front porch of the apartment house any longer. He strolled down the walk and along to his car. Tomorrow he would start using the telephone. He had to make plans, he had to have some free time to fully enjoy himself.
Dee thinks she's too damned good for me. I'll show her. I've got to get some of that. I think I'd be getting a cherry. I want to touch it before that Terri breaks it with a finger or a dildo.
"Give me a little kiss, honey?" Terri smiled, dropping down on the sofa at Dee's left. Dee wore lounging pajamas; she had been reading before Terri dropped over. The book, now on an end table, had stimulated her; it was one of the new novels and quite sexy.
"It's wrong." Dee protested. But she wasn't jumping from the sofa. She felt the naughty attraction of Terri's leggy figure, the need for loving. Of any kind.
The phone rang, startling Dee out of her daze. She left the couch and went to a chair beside the telephone stand. Nine o'clock. Who could be calling her, at this hour? Her phone had just been installed the day before. - But, of course, Information had her listing. "Yes?" she said, very curious. "This is the guy from the movies" came the deep, masculine voice.
Her heart gave a sweet lurch, her fingers trembled on the receiver. Terri left the sofa and stood beside Dee. Terri's right hand went boldly to the points of Dee's tits, lined by her pajama top. Terri squeezed a tit-peak, which was bare beneath the material. Dee wondered why she hadn't worn a bra, when she knew that the redhead was going to visit. Because I liked what she did for me. My first thrills with another person. I'm awful.
"Well, I never expected to hear from you," Dee said, into the receiver. Her heart was thudding wildly.
Terri leaned down and breathed in Dee's ear. "Honey, if he's good-looking, tell him to drop over. Maybe he'd like to play with two girls."
Dee pushed at the playful hand, shivering. She wished she could be alone. Right at the moment. He was young, but he was terribly appealing, too.
Then the full meaning of Terri's whispered words struck her senses. The redhead had to be kidding. Two girls and one man. Dirty, awful, filthy. But, of course, Terri was just kidding.
"Would you like to go out with me Saturday night?" John asked, his voice sounding rather strained, as though he expected a rebuff.
"I-" Dee began. "Well, yes!" she finished.
"No fooling?" John said, after a long pause.
"Where would we be going?" she said, her tits sharpening. "So I'll know what to wear ..."
"Is a movie okay?"
"Yes," she said. "You can come by around eight." "Right!" he exclaimed, very pleased. "I-I'll see you then."
Dee let the receiver drop, shivering with excitement. A date! A date with a guy. He would surely dress so that he wouldn't look too young. He seemed bright enough.
But he goes to whore houses. How can I overlook that? Well, what am I doing? What have I done? Lesbian pleasures . . .
She could always back out of the date, make excuses. No. Now she was more confused than ever.
"You didn't invite him over, honey!" Terri giggled, her hand returning to Dee's tits. Her other hand lifted her mini-skirt, so that Dee could see the girlish curves, the lacy, black panty. "Who is he?"
"Just a young lumberjack," she said, quaking. "But at least he's not married."
"Honey, if you're taking pot shots at me, it's okay. I'm out for fun, not marriage. The married ones know how to handle a girl."
"You're awful!" Dee exclaimed, grabbing at Terri's wrist. But she didn't have the strength to jerk the seeking fingers away. Her tits were stinging and burning, enlarging. The view of Terri's cunt was heating Dee's pussy. The memory of those sweet, bouncy orgasms on Sunday heightened her yearning.
She had masturbated the night before, and it hadn't been very exciting. It had left a nagging ache in her cunt.
"Feel my pussy, honey," Terri giggled. "Slide my panty down."
Dee shuddered. She knew she was trapped by her own lewd desires. Her date was far, far away. Maybe he was just building her up for a big letdown, after she had snubbed him in the theater.
Why was anything with a man so confusing and upsetting? She remembered Carl's remarks Sunday evening.
"About time we had a little go-around, isn't it, baby?" he had said, rubbing his hand across her ass. "Don't," she had exclaimed, almost angry.
"I know you hear me giving Sarah a ball. Wouldn't you like some of that?"
He was filthy. How could Sarah put up with him?
Now, Terri was here, wanting some sneaky fun.
Dee found her hand moving toward the forbidden lure of Terri's black, sexy panty. She had never really touched another girl's pussy. At the picnic, Terri had done all the doing.
Dee's fingers touched the pussy mound and Terri laughed, pushing her hips forward, spreading her slender thighs.
"Tickle me and make me want it, honey," the redhead chirped.
Dee felt the fever of her lust rising sweetly inside her being. Her fingers knew how to move on a pussy, because she had done it often enough on her own. Breathing fast, she molded Terri's pussy. Now she was working the pants down, exposing the auburn bush, the sexy cuntslit. Her hand cupped the bare, warm, furry pussy mound. Terri wiggled her ass, hunching.
"Very good, honey!" "Let's hurry and get it over with!" Dee panted.
"Ohhh, that's where you're so wrong, sweetie. Making it last is the thing."
Terri was delighted. Since Sunday she had noticed a subtle change in Dee. She was wearing mod clothes around the office, she was losing some of her shyness. She was wearing more makeup, she looked sexier.
In a few months I'll have her swinging high. Terri exulted, feeling Dee's fingers move excitingly on her pussy. She's so sex-starved she'll do anything. She's got that glazed look in her big, brown eyes, she needs more than two comes tonight.
"That's the way, tickle my clit." Terri said.
While Dee breathed fast and fondled Terri's clit, Terri lifted the pajama top and brought Dee's tits out into the light. The dark-crested, firming tits were larger than Terri's and they had a seductive pointiness her bras didn't reveal.
I'll have my lips around one of those nipples soon. Terri exulted. She's learning. That thing out in the bushes was good, a fine warm-up, but I want the whole bit. I want to rub bare cunts. I want to nibble her cunt and hear her moan.
"Okay, clothes off," Terri said, drawing away from Dee's hand.
Dee nodded, dumbly. Her whole face was deeply flushed, she rose unsteadily to her feet and lifted the pajama top over her head. She loosened the band around her narrow waist and let the pajamas drop. A thin, pink bikini panty underneath surprised Terri.
But the sexiest thing about her whole body was her long, long legs! What a pair of beauties. What creamy, shapely pillars. The sweet curving of her ass fit exquisitely into those thighs that a lot of girls would give a fortune to own. And, she was self-conscious about such a pair of assets.
"Very sexy." Terri trilled, looking Dee up and down. Terri quickly hiked her jersey over her head, and wiggled out of her mini-skirt. She finished lowering the panty that Dee had pushed down. She unhooked her bra and let her tits out.
"Ohhh, you're the pretty one," Dee said. "And you know it."
"I'm glad you like me, honey," Terri smiled. She walked up to Dee and hugged her. Their tits met, and tingly thrills ran down Terri's body. This was more like it!
"Kiss me." Dee panted, shivering.
"Now, don't get all up tight, honey," Terri breathed, caressing Dee's pantied ass, rolling her sharp breasts into Dee's luscious tits. "We're going to play around and really enjoy this."
Dee was fighting and Fighting her innate modesty, her knowledge that this Lesbian business was terribly wrong. She hated herself for being attracted to another girl, but the memory of that first time with Terri, her real first time with anyone, drove her on.
"Honey, if you think this is going to spoil you for men, you're cockeyed," Terri murmured, spreading her thighs and pushing her hips close. "Lots of gals like it both ways. I do. This is just different and exciting. Don't let it throw you."
"I-I'm trying," Dee stuttered.
"Well, think sexy." Terri murmured, aiming her mouth at Dee's parted, tempting lips. "Relax and enjoy it. There's no danger. You won't get knocked up. Have fun."
Dee trembled as she felt the sensuous press of Terri's pussy on her cunt, the slide of naked tits together. She gasped as Terri's mouth claimed her lips, opening them, tasting them, sipping at them. Now the wiggly tongue slid into Dee's eager mouth, diving sexily in and out.
Feverishly, Dee gripped the other girl, drinking in the cozy, hot sensations, now grateful that she could have this pleasure. She had been denied mutual sex for so many years that she was famished for loving. She didn't know how far this playing and fooling around was going to go, but she couldn't resist it. Terri had to care a little, or she wouldn't be here.
I wonder how it would be with a man? she asked herself. I know I would feel better about it! But I'd be scared, too.
Suddenly a soft hand was slipping inside her pink panty, onto the steaming pussy-flesh. Dee felt the wetness gathering on her pussy-lips, she shuddered as clever fingers shaped her cunt, opening the tender cunt lips, diving inside.
Now tongue and finger were moving in rhythm, drawing thrills from her cunt and mouth. Her clitoris was very stiff and sensitive. Now Terri was playing with it. Ohhh. I'm going to have a climax-right now.
Chapter Six
John's phone rang just as he stepped out of the shower. He had worked all day, but he felt great, because he had just made a date with Dee for Saturday night. Now, who would be calling? It was after nine o'clock. Could it be Dee, wanting to cancel their date?
He walked to the telephone and lifted the receiver. He said hello and a feminine voice answered. For one wild moment he thought it was Dee. But no.
"Is this John?" came the cozy voice.
"Yes ..."
"This is Rita, honey. I hope you have a private line."
"Yeah, sure," he answered, his prick tightening, Rita, the young whore. She hadn't been pulling his cock after all.
"Look, I got a night off," she went on, intimately. Why don't we have a few drinks and party?"
All of a sudden, he had too many dames. He had half-promised Nell Winter he would drop up and see her, and he knew what that would mean. A wild toss in the sack. She had come down during the day and had cleaned his apartment; he owed her something besides the rent.
Rising above everything else was the date with Dee Evans. Even though he wouldn't get her in bed, the mere idea of taking a girl out was tremendously exciting. She was single, available and he had a terrific crush on her.
But, on the other hand, Rita was the first girl he had ever screwed; she had favored him with extra delights, He couldn't deny the lure of her body, no matter how many men had been there before him. He weakened, cock was hardening; the memory of her was much too vivid. Dee might back out at the last moment. Nell had her treats the day before. Sure," he said, at last.
"Oh, good." she breathed. "You know that motel on edge of town, the Evergreen?" He remembered it. "Yes."
"Look, honey. I rented a spot so I could have a few days of rest. Number fourteen. See you there soon, huh?"
"Right," he said, shivering with anticipation, When Rita opened the door for him, as he stepped hesitantly inside, his trousers began pushing out in front. She looked terribly sexy in a black undie affair, a kind of nightie. Beneath that wispy thing she wore shiny black panties and a red and black bra that exposed her nipples! Her makeup was heavy, exquisitely applied. Her full mouth was very red, and her dark nipples had been reddened.
"Man alive!" he burst out.
She closed the door, locked it, and wiggled in front of him, posing prettily.
"I fixed myself up just for you, honey," she smiled, weaving her shoulders. "Do you like my tits?"
"Man, I never saw a bra like that." he said. His prick was as hard as a board.
She giggled. "Let's have a few drinks and celebrate, honey." She glanced down at his pants. "I'm glad I'm turning you on."
He flushed. He would have to stop that. After all, she wasn't the only dame he had bedded. Women found him appealing; his confidence was growing. There was something very immoral and dirty about dating a prostitute; out of all the men around town she had taken on, she had picked him for her pleasures. His chest swelled.
I can learn how to operate from her. He thought Before long I'll be a man of the world.
"Take off some clothes and be comfortable, honey," she cooed. "I'll mix some drinks. Tonight I want to swing."
He shuddered. The alluring twitch of her ass, as she walked to a side table and began handling glasses and bottles, fired his passion. He removed his sport shirt with shaking fingers. She stood so that he could look at the sexy pout of her bare, pointed tits; the bra accented them, bringing them far out.
Would Dee ever wear such an outfit? he wondered, fleetingly. No. She was a nice girl. Well, he was far from being tied down to any dame. He had to sow some wild oats, didn't he?
Mesmerized by her body, her pretty, sensual face, he slid out of his trousers. He kicked his shoes off. His cock was riding out against his briefs. "That's better." she laughed. She brought the highballs and sat them on a small table in front of a sofa. The huge bed, in soft shadow behind the sofa, would soon be sighing and creaking.
She drew him down on the couch; she snuggled up at his left, breathing on his neck, rubbing her naked thigh against his leg. His hand shook as he grasped the glass. waves of seductive perfume awakened his senses.
I'm not really a pro, John," she murmured, her eyes tanning over his face. "I live in Spokane, I work winters a bowling alley, and summers here. Is that too awful?"
"No." he said, surprised. She was just a part-time whore.
She patted his leg and sipped at her drink. "You're a very special young fellow, honey." Seepage from his prickhead was wetting his shorts, her left hand she reached over and eased his cock free of the white cotton cloth. She caressed his moistened knob, her thigh pressing harder. "How old are you, honey?" she murmured. "Twenty-five," he lied, as he always did. He was beginning to believe it himself. "Oh, you aren't either," she giggled. "But it's okay, I bet you're only about eighteen."
He managed a laugh. He gulped at his drink. He. needed it, badly.
"Well, if you think so."
"Play with me, honey," she sighed, half-turning arching her tits toward him, opening her thighs. "Kiss me, hard. I don't get that, you know."
Sure, he knew. Whores didn't mouth-kiss their customers. She had been very generous on Saturday night. In her work she got plenty of hard-core sex, but no elaborate lovemaking; she was evidently starved for that.
He finished his highball and slid his left arm around her shoulders. His right hand lifted to the opened, lacy nightie. She uptilted her red, parted lips, her tongue wiggling invitingly between them. His fingers closed around a tit; she shivered as their mouths met. Her tongue swept between his teeth, it stroked and stroked Her fingers danced up and down on his rigid prick. She softened all over, swinging her right leg over his bare knees. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her fancy, black panty; the spread of her white thighs was terribly provocative.
Then he saw something else. The panty had no crotch. It was just decoration. Pussy hair showed at the opening, and as she continued to plunge her tongue into his eager mouth, she curved her hips outward. She wanted her pussy fondled. Man, how sexy could it be? He was shaking and shivering, his prick was tingling, his balls were pulling up.
He cupped and pressed her tits before he dropped his hand to that alluring pussy-curve. She moaned into his mouth; she nibbled at his lips, and when his hand settled on her cunt she wiggled her hips.
Now, she drew his foreskin back from his swollen knob, her fingertips caressing it gently, provocatively.
As he caressed the moistened slit, feeling her tremors of rising excitement, her mouth swerved away and she panted.
"Honey, let me go down on it."
He trembled, already on the edge of coming. He nodded, and she moved quickly onto her knees in front of him. She opened his legs, her dark-haired head moved between, her lips pouted, they contacted the head of his cock.
What a sensation, what a way to go. She was sucking his prick. The men he worked with often had a whore to do this, because they couldn't get it at home; some wives didn't like it.
The heated lips surrounded his cock and it went deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Her head Moved slowly up and down. Her tongue was coiling across his knob quickly, pulling thrill after thrill from his cock.
She moaned, his prick swelled, his hips swung higher, he felt the quick, hot pulsing of his orgasm. Spurt after spurt left his cockhead. She whipped her mouth furiously on his cockshaft, and then her throat was convulsing. She was swallowing his come. He shouted his pleasure. "Uhhhhh! Damn, damn." His excitement diminished, he slumped back on the cushions, panting. She lifted her mouth from his prick, smiling.
"I had to have your come, honey!" She breathed a deep sigh and swung around to his left. "How would you like a nice surprise?"
"What do you mean, Rita?" he asked. White juice was leaking from his sex hole. Her dark eyes were wide with excitement. Her thighs were far apart again, her nipples were stiff.
"Wouldn't you like to have two girls tonight, honey?"
He blinked, he shook his head in wonderment. "Two?"
"Wouldn't that be fun? I know you can handle us." "But I thought-" What kind of deal was this?" "Honey, you're a lot of man. I want you to have all kinds of kicks. I've got a very cute, young blonde, all ready for action." "You mean a-" He couldn't finish. Rita laughed. "Yes, she works where I do. She got a look at you the other night. She's really fun."
One surprise after another. He had heard of orgies with two dames and one man. Some of the lumberjacks often hired two whores instead of one. It was the swinging thing, evidently. Well, what did he have to lose? He wasn't paying.
"Where is this blonde?" he asked, still doubtful.
"Okay, Sandy, make your entrance," Rita called.
John swung his head. From another room, a dark ened doorway, came a plump, young girl with long, golden blonde hair. She wore a very thin, yellow wrapper, and a shiny black panty, nothing else. Her rounded, generous tits jiggled as she walked. The pink spikes poked at the yellow covering. Her rosebud mouth was painted carmine.
"I like it, I like it." She giggled, staring at John's rigid prick. "I've been watching and I'm really turned on, honey."
Something snapped in his brain. The cheapness of the whole thing dug into his conscience. He couldn't do it! Too much was too much. However, he didn't want to cause a big scene; all he wanted to do was get out and return to his apartment.
"Right," he grinned. "Say, I left a bottle out in my car. I'll go get it."
Both girls nodded. He slipped into his pants, leaving his shirt over the back of a chair. He unlocked the door and moved outside. Yes, he had his car keys. He heard the young whores laughing.
His cock cooled, he jumped in his car, started the motor. He jammed the lever into R, and burned rubber, the door opened, a dark face was framed in the seductive light. He wheeled his car around and beat it. Stinking broads! He was learning how to swing, but he wasn't ready for their kind of orgy, just yet. When he reached home, he began to feel almost sick. He undressed and wrapped a robe around his body. His cock was limp, he felt limp all over. No more prostitutes. He felt disgusted, empty.
The blonde had peeped while Rita had sucked his cock. Maybe she had watched on Saturday night. He cursed and wondered exactly why he hadn't gone ahead. Most men would have jumped at the chance to spend the night with two pretty, sensual dames, even whores. Suddenly he heard footfalls and a light rapping on his door. He knew already who it was. Nell Winter, the lonely widow, his landlady.
"Come in," he said, listlessly. He sank into a chair.
"I thought I heard you drive up," Nell said, almost before she was inside. She was attractively dressed in a her short-skirted frock; she wore nylons and heels. Her dark eyes had a hungry gleam.
"My, you look down at the mouth, honey," she said, taking a chair that faced the sofa. "Did you work awfully hard today?" Her tone was intimate, possessive.
"No, it isn't that," he said.
"Why don't you come up and I'll mix you a nice hot toddy."
Her thighs were partially open; he could see up under her frock, where nylon ended and soft, white flesh began. His passion was reawakening. One orgasm hadn't really satisfied his hunger. He had fucked her before, and she wanted it again; it was written all over her. He had already thanked her for cleaning his apartment; that wasn't in the rental agreement.
He rose to his feet and moved over beside the chair. He leaned down, staring at the tits under her bodice. He inhaled her perfume. Reaching down, he sank his fingers into her covered tit.
"Ohhh, John." she breathed, shivering. Her reddened lips parted. "Kiss me, please."
Some of this new confidence flamed through his being. To hell with being bashful all the time. She craved him and she was going to get the works. The urgency that had built in his cock, at the motel, was rekindled. She was no whore, she was a lonely, man-starved widow. Why turn it down?
He dropped his mouth onto her eager, upturned lips; her arms wound around his neck; he felt her shiver of pleasure, her gratitude.
Nell began to feel more than repaid for all her work and scheming. She had bought a new frock, just for him, she had tidied up his apartment. The muscles in her legs and back and cunt still were rather sore from her lusty pleasure of the day before; she hadn't used them for years and years. But what a wonderful soreness.
I have to have him between my legs again, she thought, reaching for his cock. I can't think of anything else. He's so hungry for it, just like me. I want to show him everything I know. I wonder what he'd say if I didn't charge him any rent.
As he kissed her and played with her tits, she caught a faint whiff of perfume that certainly wasn't hers. She had heard him go out, earlier, and she had felt very badly about it. He hadn't been gone over an hour, though. Where had he been? Obviously he was seeing some young girl. Competition.
But he hadn't made out with the girl or he wouldn't have returned so quickly. The girl had left him frustrated. There had been a look of anger on his face, he had acted very upset, when she had first entered the apartment. Well, she could take care of his sexual needs.
She accepted the strokes of his tongue with eager abandon. She fingered the luscious cock in his trousers. She spread her thighs so he could play around under her skirt, moaning her delight.
One of these days a bright, young, sexy girl would latch onto him and Nell's holiday would be over. She had to get all of his passion while it was still available. Time was flying. It had to be now.
His mouth lifted and she whispered. "Honey, let's go upstairs."
He nodded. Now she smelled liquor on his breath. That was making him more reckless. Good. They could have more drinks; she was always more abandoned after she had had a few highballs.
"Oh, I'm glad you came back, John," she murmured, as he stepped away. "I thought you went out on a date."
"It didn't turn out," he muttered, flushing. "I won't play games with you," she said, breathing fast. "I've got a bottle of good whiskey, too."
"Right," he muttered. "Let's go."
Moments later they were in her living room, and she was serving him a strong highball. Hers was just as loaded with whiskey. She wished desperately that she was younger and more attractive, but the lights were down low and she had made herself as appealing as she knew how. If he ever overcame his shyness, he would be a terror with the women, young or old.
She sank down at his left, on the big sofa. While mixing the drinks she had loosened the top of her dress so her big tits would be handily reached; that very afternoon she had bought several lacy, front-opening bras and some fancy, colored bikini panties. She had to use every trick in the book.
"John, I'm terribly sorry your date didn't please you Do I know her?"
"I don't think so," he murmured. "They call her Legs Evans."
She had some sort of idea that he was fibbing, that he had been out with someone else, but she recovered swiftly.
"Why, yes. I know Dee. A very nice, young girl, I would say."
I shouldn't have brought this up, she thought. I'm too nosy. Now I'm horribly jealous.
In such a small town, she was aware of almost everyone's coming and goings. She knew that Dee had left the Wall house and had taken an apartment down near the city center. How had he ever met Dee? She was such a backward kind of girl, never dated.
"These young girls are very flighty," Nell said. "You can do anything you want to with me, and you won't have to worry or fret. Do you like that?"
"Man, I sure do," he exclaimed. He gulped the rest of his drink. She set her glass aside, waiting eagerly for his hands, his mouth. Sweet waves of yearning burned through her body. His mouth mashed into hers, his right hand swooped into her opened bodice, his fingers cupped a tingly tit. She moaned and softened, rubbing her leg against his thigh, her hand returning to his cock.
This was what she needed, loving and cuddling before the toss in the bed. The hot buildup, the seeking hands and mouth. A life-long craving that had never been satisfied with her late husband or with any man raged through her body. I want to go down on him, I want him to kiss me between the legs. I'm a greedy old slut, but I don't care. Will he do it? Oh, I need everything. But the tops is when he slides his big, hot prick into my cunt! Ohhhh, I hope he stays all night. Dee may get him later, but right now he wants me.
When his mouth pulled away, she whispered throatily. "My bra comes apart in front, honey. Open it and really play with my tits."
He shuddered, he fumbled with her bulging bra, and she helped him. In seconds her bodice was wide open, her big, hard tits were pushing out, bare and stiff-nippled.
"Man." he panted, caressing her tit-flesh.
Nell did something she hadn't ever done with her husband. She weaved her shoulders and urged her tits out even farther. John's eyes bugged with surprise, delight. His roving hand trembled. She could see already that sexy talk excited him, so why not give him all the thrills she possibly could?
"Ohhh, you're making my pussy real hot, honey," she breathed. "Play with it, too."
John shook with mounting desire. Nell was unzipping his pants, reaching inside. In seconds she was easing his rock-hard cock out in the open. Man, this was something. She was waving her tits, talking wildly. He was learning how to fondle a pair of tits. She was sexier than she had been the day before.
I'm glad I didn't stay with those young whores, he thought. Nell is older. She probably knows more than they do.
"Oh, please kiss my nipples and feel my legs, honey," she gasped. She spread her thighs farther apart and tipped her hips high. Her hand was sliding slowly up and down on his cock.
He lowered his head to her tits, he took a dark nipple in his lips, remembering how it had been with Rita on Saturday night. He wasn't paying for this, though. Nell appreciated it more; she wasn't anybody's plaything. Her shudders of delight were more enthralling. She hadn't had a man for years-.
"Oh." Nell panted, pushing her tit into his face.
He dropped his right hand between her open thighs, finding the bare, warm flesh. Her pelvis arched toward his fingers, her grip on his prick tightened. Waves of tremors passed along her generous body. His shaking hand reached her cunt, he pressed the pantied cunt, feeling wetness.
"Ohhh!" she cried, fiercely. Her hips went back and forth. "You're bringing me, honey! Mmmmm!"
His prick swelled, he felt the wild passion tearing along his legs, toward his balls, his hips lurched. Her cries of pleasure, her shudders and lusty movements triggered his orgasm.
Suddenly, she moved even more dramatically. Her head and shoulders swung over, above his cock, she was taking his prick in her mouth. Just as the passion erupted from his knob, her lips slid over his prickhead; her head went swiftly up and down, and the stinging spurts of his joy were answered by a swift lurching of her hips against his palm.
Her moan of completion, as her body quaked, the sweet suction of her mouth on his cock, drew a fierce cry from his throat.
"Ahhh! Oh, damn!"
For the second time in one evening he was gushing his load into a dame's mouth. He had more or less expected it from a whore, but this was so startlingly novel, from a man-starved widow, he could hardly believe his senses.
Her head continued to rise and fall, her tongue was active around his cock. Her hips finally stopped thrusting. She lifted her mouth from his cock and slumped back on the sofa, eyes closed, her face highly pinked, her lips parted.
"Oh, John, John," she breathed, digging her fingers into his thigh. "Was it good for you, honey?"
"Man, you know it!" he panted. He watched the last oozings from his still-puffy knob. His cockshaft was still very rigid.
"I just couldn't wait," she murmured, opening her eyes and staring at him adoringly.
"I couldn't wait, either," he said, keeping his hand under her dress.
"Ohhh, I'm so glad you understand." she said. "I'm so glad we can talk about it. You're such a wonderful, young fellow."
John was humbled by her passionate responses and thrilling cooperation. She was more desirable all the time. But how could he continue with a woman as old as she was? He couldn't marry her. He wanted a younger girl, like Dee.
Chapter Seven
"Let me take off that panty so we can swing out, honey," Terri said, reaching for Dee's pussy.
Dee, now fully aware of what she had done, for the second time, with a girl, pushed the seeking hands away. She couldn't believe that this wouldn't spoil her for men. She was already too strongly attached to the pretty redhead.
"I-just can't!" Dee wailed, rushing into her bedroom. She heard Terri following.
"You came to the right place, sweet," Terri laughed.
"Come on, don't be a prude all your life."
"It's still wrong, and I can't do it any more!" Dee said, her voice shaky. "I-want to be your friend, I'd like to double date, but this has gone far enough."
"Well, for crap's sake!" Terri snapped. "You like it, you come real hard. What's got into you?" Her voice hardened. "Oh, I know. You've got a date with a guy, you're going to save yourself for him, huh?"
Dee turned, her passion cooling, her anger rising. "I don't want to be a-queer!"
"Well, I'll be damned!" Terri sneered. "Time for me to pick up my panties and leave, huh?"
"What if somebody found out?" Dee exclaimed, her face hot. The vision of Terri's body was too enticing. She turned away, again.
"What's wrong with two girls visiting, or sharing an apartment?" Terri said, touching Dee's bare shoulder. "Who's going to know, but us?"
"I just can't!" Dee said, determined.
"Okay, sweetie. The prim virgin act again, I see. Well, you go ahead and let some guy mess up your life and your panties. You're a stinking square, and always will be."
Half an hour later Dee was alone. Deep inside, she felt she had made the right decision about her personal life. An affair with another girl could lead nowhere, and in a small town like this, the word would soon get out.
I want a man, she thought, again. And I do have a date. I'll try to leave myself alone until Saturday night, at least. I wish now I didn't have to work around Terri, but she'll keep her mouth closed. She won't want to be known as a Lesbian any more than I do. I feel better already. I think I did the right thing.
John rested in the sweet, lush saddle of Nell's burning thighs. They were in her bed, the covers were turned back, a dim light glowed in a far corner of the room. Her big, dark-tipped tits were pushed up for his mouth, her cunt was fluttering around his eager cock.
"Nice and slow, now, honey," she breathed, curving her pussy higher. "You want to learn how to be good in bed, don't you?"
"Right," he gasped.
Nell was so pleased to have his big, long cock back in her cunt she felt tears of joy in her eyes. He was learning, he was more relaxed, but she realized she still had a few erotic bridges to cross before he would be a real expert in the sack. How wonderful to coach him and break him in. How desperately she needed what he had to give. A young man was the answer to her cravings.
Ohhhh, when he spurted up in my mouth, I went crazy, she thought, meeting his slow stroke. What a sensation, what a dreamy way to climax. I startled him, though. I'll have to watch myself. I can't scare him away, now.
She had to be truthful about Dee Evans. She felt rather sorry for the long-legged, bashful girl. She was glad to know that Dee had moved out of her mother's house. She had heard all about Carl Wall. He was a loud-mouthed opportunist. Like most young, married lumberjacks, he visited whore houses. Perhaps Dee had moved out because Carl had made passes at her.
Another deep thrust of John's prick made her shudder. Her vagina fit his prick like a glove. She had never enjoyed such a sweet stuffed feeling. When he pulled in and out, her whole cunt was involved.
He was about to come again, though. Thankfully, he would be able to continue. Weeks might pass before he could really hold back. It was all too new for him. She would have to wait until he had climaxed about two or three times before she could let go and fuck to her heart's content.
"Uhhhh!" he groaned, stroking faster. He was caught in another rise toward culmination. She was more than ready. She opened her thighs farther and thrust up as he swept into his short pushes.
"Oh, honey, kiss my nipples!" she panted, feeling the tensing of his body, the swelling of his big, long cock.
His mouth dropped to her tits, but he was too excited to clasp a nipple in his lips. It was all right. The sweet pounding of his knob at the core of her pussy sucked heaven from her. She was rising! It was now! "Fuck me, honey!" she cried. "Pour it to me, deep." His frenzied lustings, his eager jabs, sent twitches all through her body. The sweetness was drawing and pulling from her lips and tits and thighs, it was roaring across her cunt and now it burst in a gust. The convulsions of her pussy around his unloading prick, as he poured a honey-shot into her, drew a fierce shout from her throat. :"Ohhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhhh!'' The bed rattled with their energetic fucking; he flattened on her body, hunching out the lust of his young virility, bathing her depths with the juices that would put spring in her steps and a healthy glow on her cheeks. The swelling of his knob was the answer to her cravings. She wrapped her thighs around him, panting, shaking, drawing his chest tightly against her tits.
I'll never let him go, she thought, selfishly. I don't want him to date Dee Evans. His nice, big prong belongs in my pussy. But how on earth can I ever hope to hold him?
On Thursday evening at seven-thirty, Dee's phone rang. She had just changed into a nightie and robe, she was ready for bed. Terri hadn't made Dee's day any easier; the redhead still was sore, and Dee realized that they couldn't be just friends any more. Lesbian sex had reared its ugly head.
"Yes?" she said, into the receiver, hoping it would be her date.
"Is this Dee?" came a masculine voice. But it wasn't him, after all. It sounded like Carl, her father-in-law. "Yes," she said.
"This is Carl, baby," he muttered, slyly. "I was by your apartment last night, I know who was visiting you, and I know what you two broads were doing." A dry, cynical laugh followed.
Oh, no, Dee thought. That stinking eavesdropper!
"You made me sore when you pulled out, baby. Now, you get in touch with that fancy redhead and tell her that I'm going to spread the word about both of you unless you two give me a party. Understand?"
Dee almost dropped the receiver. An awful dizziness claimed her. That rotten fiend. Blackmail. She had rebuffed him and now he was trying to get even.
My second Lesbian experience, and someone knows already! she thought, an awful sinking sensation in her belly.
"I-I'll have to let you know," she said, dully. He was a monster.
"You'd better, Legs. Make it tomorrow night. You both be ready to swing. I'll call at this same time and tell you where I'll be. And no monkey business, baby. I'm going to get in your cunt."
Click. The dial tone in her ear. was a horrid buzzing.
That nasty word made the whole thing even nastier. It was like Carl. He was an animal, a wenching, swearing, drinking pig. How could he even think of such a thing. A party with two girls. An orgy. Why couldn't he be satisfied with Sarah.
And what if she refused. What if Terri wouldn't do it, either. Well, Carl did have a big mouth.
A moment later she was dialing Terri's number, her hands shaky. She knew the redhead had a private line; they could say what they cared to.
When Terri answered, rather disagreeably, Dee said: "I have something to tell you, Terri."
"Well!" Terri answered, brightening. "Glad to hear from you, honey. What's cooking?"
"I-just had a call from Carl Wall," Dee said, her voice strained. "He was listening in, last night, here at my apartment. He knows."
A long silence at the other end. "Are you sure?"
"Well, he said so. It's the truth. What he wants is a party, with both of us-tomorrow night."
"And if we don't?"
"He'll blab it all over town." Dee cried, shuddering.
"Maybe not, but-ohhh, I was afraid of something like this!" Dee wailed.
"Hell, he's running a big bluff, hoping to get himself a little," Terri said. "Girls visit other girls all time. When he calls, tell him to go piss up a wet rope. I wouldn't mind a threesome with the right guy, really. But Carl sure isn't it!"
"I'm afraid he'll really do the talking," Dee said, and meant it. "I know how he is."
"Poop! If he can't prove it, what's he got to go on? Tell him if he hangs around your place again you'll get him for loitering."
Dee sighed. "I feel some better, at least."
"Forget it, honey. We're single, we get talked about anyway. Why don't you tell Sarah?"
"She wouldn't believe me," Dee answered. "She thinks he's just about the best man in the world."
"I know. Older woman, young husband. Not married long ..."
Dee dropped the receiver, her world spinning back to some kind of normalcy again. The fear remained, though. What if John heard the dirty rumors? He certainly wouldn't want to date her again.
When Carl was rebuffed he would be terribly mad. He might do more than just talk. Maybe she would be safer if she and Terri did share an apartment. She felt more terribly alone than she ever had in her life.
The worst part of the whole thing was, that if Carl talked, he would be telling the truth.
As of now, I am a Lesbian, she thought. I let Terri make out with me, and I loved it.
Saturday night!
Dee sat stiffly in her seat at the Rex Theater, so shiveringly aware of John's nearness, on her right, that she couldn't see the lighted screen. It was all blurred.
Before seven-thirty the previous evening, she had driven to the public library alone. She had been afraid to take the call from Carl. But, when she returned to her apartment, the phone was ringing.
Finally, she had answered. She had told Carl she and Terri weren't going to party. She couldn't remember all he had said, but she did recall his parting shot.
"... I'll get even with you, Legs. Just remember that. I'm gonna hurt you in the cunt!"
He had known, evidently, that the stinking word would singe her. She hadn't slept well, she still was feeling rather upset and uptight. And she had wanted her first real date to be absolutely right. Her nervousness seemed to communicate to John.
She was glad for one thing. They were in the balcony, and not many others were present. And she was trying. She had opened her jacket so that her snugly bloused tits would show, and she had worn a tight skirt, her best, smoky nylons and highest heels. She had spent over an hour on her hair and makeup; she was adequately cleaned and perfumed. She hoped she was sexy.
John was delirious with anticipation. The view of Dee's long, nyloned thighs, where her short skirt hem struck them, was terrifically appealing. When he had picked her up at the apartment, she had seemed even taller and leggier than he remembered. When he had helped her into the front seat, remembering the first time he had seen her, with her legs sprawled awkwardly apart, he had caught another flashing glance under her skirt. He had seen the edge of a bouffant mini-slip, he had inhaled her perfume, and he had walked around the car riding on air. They hadn't said ten words since they had left her quarters.
Why in hell couldn't he talk? Visiting with Nell was easy enough; but of course, they had a lot to talk about. He had been in bed with her twice; and the last time had been for hours.
I went off in her six times, he thought. And she had more climaxes than I did! That was really far out! My ass muscles are still sore, and I'm in good condition. When I left her she was really pooped. She wants me to drop up tomorrow night.
Perhaps the shame of illicit sex was bugging him, making him shy and awkward around Dee. Damn it, he was the man, he was supposed to lead the way. She was a very nice girl, he had heard nothing bad about her, and he was determined to make a good impression. She probably didn't like it because he was younger than she.
"Dee, would you like to cut out of here and have a drink someplace?" he asked, his heart pounding.
"Yes," she said, instantly.
"Right," he murmured, gladly. He hated it when she pulled the jacket over her prominent tits.
When they were outside, he suggested a cocktail spot across the street. He had scouted it earlier in the week; it had booths at the rear and a small dance area near a juke box. He hoped it wouldn't be too crowded on Saturday evening.
As they crossed the street, she took his arm. The intimate touch ignited hot sparks in his whole body. In the flashing neons her face seemed rather pale. The sweet pout of her generous lips made him shudder with longing. Just before they went through the door, he felt her hand tremble on his arm.
Once inside, he steered her toward the back, and she went right along. Several men at the bar turned to look at Dee. One of them whistled wolfishly. Only one other couple was seated in the dancing area; evidently the big crowds were where live music was featured. He drew in a big, trembling breath of air. So far, so good.
There was a kind of stinging in his cock; he wondered how she was reacting. Again, as she sat down in the circular booth affair, she opened her jacket. The allure of her tits brought a flush to his face. Thank God for the dim lights.
A slinky, mini-skirted waitress came to take their order. He asked for martinis, and she didn't object.
"I appreciate this, John," she smiled, her eyes lingering on his face. "You're out with the town freak, you know."
"Don't say that!" he exclaimed, leaping at this opening. "I like your legs."
The instant the words were out of his mouth he knew he had pushed his foot in it. He muttered. "I'm sorry-" "Oh, that's all right," she said, lightly. "I'm used to being called 'Legs.' " "It's you I'm interested in, not just part of your body," he blurted.
She smiled. "That's very nice, John."
"Damn it, I'm not saying this right. Would you go out with me again?"
"You're supposed to wait till we get to my front door," she laughed.
"Don't make fun of me," he said, staring down at the table-top. "I'm a damned roughneck, and-well, hell! If I'm too young for you, just say so!"
"Not at all, John."
The waitress came with the cocktails. The juke box continued to groan. His fingers fumbled with his money. He felt like a fool. He gave the girl a big tip and she beamed her thanks.
Dee felt a tremendous excitement. Despite his confusion, he seemed inwardly confident, especially after she had reassured him. He was too aware of their age difference, but it really didn't show that much. He could pass for twenty-five; she didn't really care how young he was. That might make him all the more fascinating.
She didn't feel quite so badly now about his venture into a whore house. Who wanted a weak, namby-pamby kind of man? She realized that a man's sensual needs were not so emotionally involved as a woman's. She had read enough books on it. It was just that thinking and doing were so far apart.
She wanted to be soft and sexy and yielding for him, and she was a bundle of stiffness. How could she have fun if she couldn't relax?
The other backroom couple started dancing. She looked at them, plastered closely together, and her cunt twitched excitingly.
"W-would you like to dance, Dee?" he asked, stuttering slightly.
"Of course," she smiled.
He stared at her blouse, where it shaped her tits, and she could see his flush even in the dimness. She slid out of the booth, her skirt sliding back to the bands of her nylons. He rose quickly. She waited for him to take her in close.
"I don't know much about it," he said.
"Well, we're almost alone," she murmured, taking his hand. His arm circled her waist, and sharp thrills cascaded along her body. The snug posture of the other dancers seemed to give him courage. She melted inward, her tits nudged his jacket, her hips pressed his cock. She nestled her cheek against his face. A sweet shudder racked her body, she felt a sensuous twitching between her thighs.
No man had ever held her like this. It was a prayer answered. She didn't know much about dancing, either, but did it matter. They were close, they were touching intimately, and the fires that began to rage in her body seemed to kindle his own interest. She felt his hard cock pushing into her loins. She trembled again.
He's hard! I'm sexy enough to stiffen his cock! Ohhhh, I'm turning all drippy at the cunt. It started in the theater and now I'm all swollen down there. I'm afraid I'm going to have a climax-right here.
Her hand tightened in his, she gasped against his throat. "Ohhhhhh, John!" she breathed, shuddering.
She knew she should pull away to save embarrassment, but she couldn't. The tingly tracers of her pleasure gripped her, the heaven was starting, burning, flaming in her pussy; now it spread up to her swelling tits up to her mouth and throat. The soft lights, the music, the touch of a man she liked, even the other man and girl clutched tightly together, propelled her toward a climax.
But it wasn't like the thing she did alone, or even like the thrills she had enjoyed with Terri; this was a deep, voluptuous ache, building so slowly she thought it would never reach the peak of delight.
She moaned and seized him, her hips flattened against his cock, she felt the quick, sharp banging of her pleasure, waves of erotic totality so sugary she almost shouted.
On and on went her joy. It was lasting and lasting. She felt the hard grip of his arm, felt his tremors, his virile closeness and another gust of orgasmic delight quivered her pussy. She was having it again. She was dizzy with relief when the squirmy joy faded in her cunt. A whole gush of hot liquid was leaving her cunt slit, soaking her panty.
I never had such an orgasm in my whole life, she thought. And he hasn't even kissed me.
Chapter Eight
"Hey, that tall gal really gets her kicks when she dances."
The giggly, feminine voice broke into Dee's daydream, she felt a wild flood of shame. The girl and her guy had heard Dee's muffled moans of pleasure, and now they were laughing about it.
"Go to hell, both of you!" Dee flared, rushing out of John's embrace, through the lounge and out into the cool, night air. She stood shivering on the sidewalk, wetness leaking from her panty, down her thighs. A quaky, stinging aftermath lingered in her cunt.
John came bolting out of the lounge, running up to her. He seized her arm.
"Dee-don't run! There are other places." "Take me home, please!" she cried, not looking at him. Her face was aflame. "If you don't, I'll call a cab."
"Okay, okay." His voice sounded bleak.
They walked to his car, parked near the theater. He tried to touch her arm and she jerked away. She got in the front seat and huddled at the far corner, away from him.
I had two climaxes on the dance floor, she thought, miserably. I must be some kind of nympho. Horrible. Slutty.
He climbed quietly behind the wheel and started the car. He looked straight ahead, stonily. He drove through the quiet residential streets, pulled up in front of her apartment. The leakage from her pussy was staining her skirt, she could feel it. Her clit was still erect, her tits swollen.
She opened the door and jumped out before he could leave the driver's side.
"Don't ever call me again, John. I'm a freak."
He watched her race toward her front door. It opened, she disappeared. An awful sinking sensation grabbed at his belly. He cursed and doubled his hands into fists.
She's ashamed of her passion, he thought. She had a couple of spasms before we hardly started dancing. She's the most sensual girl I ever saw. Of course, I haven't been around much.
He spun gravel pulling away from the curb. He drove around a while, mechanically, seeing nothing, steering by instinct.
I almost came myself, he thought. I felt her shuddering, and I got a terrific charge. Why the hell didn't she just relax and enjoy it? She's got a hangup. Hell, she likes me, she said so, and I could feel it, but she must have started turning on in the theater, and when we touched . . .
I ought to get drunk and screw another whore, he thought. No. I've had enough of that stuff. I'll drive back home and crawl in the sack with Nell Winter. She's not afraid to swing. ^.
But when he reached home, he remembered that Nell had gone to a hen party for cards and gossip. Disgusted, he undressed and prepared for bed. If his urges became too strong he could use his hand.
Dee, now safely in her apartment, the door locked, dropped on the living room sofa, her face still hot with confusion and shame.
I was too excited, she thought. When we went in the theater I was turning warm, and by the time we reached the cocktail lounge I was burning. Ohhh, I hate that girl who said those words. She was rubbing herself on her date, and when I tried dancing in close I went into a climax. What a horrid, messy situation.
She stood up and ran to the bathroom, as more juices leaked from her pussy. She removed her skirt and mini-slip and finally her wet panty. She used a towel on her pussy. Her cunt still was tender, puffy. Her clit was poking out, she was still turned on.
Sighing, she took off the rest of her clothes. Her tits were just as tender as the rest of her. She had tasted the feverish pleasure of climaxing in a man's arms, she was dying for more relief, she knew she had to finish.
We were getting along fine, at first, she thought, wistfully. We were talking, and I enjoyed it; I felt comfortable with him-and then I went into a sex spin. I ruined the whole evening.
She wondered now why she hadn't just gone to the rest room, cleaned herself, and returned to the intimacy of the booth and the dance floor. It was all too new for her; she didn't know how to act with a date. Her passions lived too close to the surface.
As she sat down on the toilet seat and reached for her cunt, staring at her swollen tits in the mirror, she made a decision. Was she too late. Had John already gone to a whore house.
She ran from the toilet, naked, and went to her telephone.
John was crawling into his pajamas when the phone rang. He cursed, walked to the living room and yanked the receiver from its cradle.
"Yes?" he snapped.
"This is Dee," came the faint, feminine answer. "John, I'm terribly sorry! I-would you feel like driving over here, to my place?" He caught the shaky, strained tone of her voice.
"You said-" he began.
"Oh, I know!" she answered. "Please?"
"Right." he said, hope gathering in his being. He dropped the receiver, his prick hardening. Dames. What went on in her mind, anyway? But she was asking, and he didn't want to make things any worse between them. When he knocked on her apartment door, his heart hammering, a kind of ache in his cock, he wondered if they would ever be able to relax. He had had some experience, with knowing, experienced women, but he had never touched a nice girl; he had never even kissed one. But if she was willing, he would sure as hell give it a try.
The door opened, and he saw her in a filmy negligee affair, and although she had obviously fixed her makeup and was trying to be alluring, her face was very pale; she looked frightened.
Carl Wall, cruising the streets near Dee's apartment, his mind occupied with thoughts of revenge, suddenly noticed John's car parked behind Dee's auto. Aha! That's how it was, eh? Dee had moved out and now she was entertaining a boy friend.
Carl knew quite a lot about John Bellows; he looked rather young for a girl Dee's age, but he was single, Dee was single, and the bastard was after that cherry Dee carried around between her long, long thighs. Damn them both, Carl thought, viciously. I'll do my best to break that deal up.
Dee locked the apartment door behind him and turned to face him. The filmy garment delineated the sweetness of her tits, the sweep of her magnificent, long thighs.
"John," she said, her voice tight. "Do things to me, will you?"
He sensed the terrific effort she had put forth to bring him here and to say what she had just said.
He grasped at her, she swayed against him, their mouths collided awkwardly, he felt the sweet yielding of her slender body, the press of her untrained lips, and a wild surge of passion roared through his being. Her lips spread, her head tilted, he tasted the honeyed cling of her mouth, felt her arms clasping hard around his waist.
Suddenly, like a cold knife, the telephone rang, stridently.
"Ohhh," she breathed, turning her head, drawing away, reluctantly. "I'd better answer it."
He nodded, shivering, hating this crazy interruption. She walked to the telephone stand and lifted the receiver. He had a chance to view her figure again, and those long, sweet legs, the fine curves of her hips and ass, the jiggle of her tits fired his interest to new heights.
"Yes?" Dee said, deciding that Terri was calling.
"Hello, Legs," came a sarcastic male voice. "Going to get yourself a little?"
It was Carl Wall. Her wonderful glow began to fade. How hateful could he be? He was spying on her. ,He had evidently seen John drive up.
"Stop bothering me!" she snapped. "Or I'll call the police!"
He laughed, his voice sounding tinny and vicious. "I'm getting even, baby. The word's going put, about you and that Lesbian! You give me that cherry and I'll let you alone."
"Ohhh!" she gasped. She dropped the receiver, shaking with fright. She turned, staring appealingly at John. "Some awful telephone tormenter!" I can't tell John the truth. I had sex with Terri. That monster.
"Leave the phone off the hook," John said. "And tomorrow you'd better have your number changed."
She nodded, biting her lips. She took the receiver out of the cradle and placed it oh the table.
John circled her waist with his left hand and drew her to the sofa. He wasn't sure now that all of her trembles were generated by his nearness. He breathed on her throat.
"Try to forget it, Dee. Relax. He can't really do anything. If I knew who it was I'd beat him to a pulp." If John hears I've messed with another girl, he won't want me, she thought. How did I get into this terrible mess.
"I'm so glad you're here." she said, softening against him.
"So am I." he blurted. Now he had to comfort her, reassure her. Telephone tormenters liked to pick on single girls, just marrieds. It was a fiendish stunt.
I'm here with her, that's the big thing, he thought, inhaling her fragrance, shaking with quick ardor. He leaned forward and found her lips. Again her arms trail-led around his neck, he felt her shivers. It was real, he wasn't dreaming. Do things to me, she had asked. Wow. He remembered how deeply Nell appreciated his caresses on her big, sloping tits. He remembered how he had kissed Rita's nipples, how he had lusted on Nell's eager, passionate body. But Dee wasn't that kind of girl, either a man-starved old widow or a prostitute. He had to do this right. She was probably a virgin.
As Dee's eager lips spread under John's seeking mouth, as he held her snugly around the waist and shoulders, she wondered why she wasn't heating as swiftly as she had out on the dance floor.
The reason was clear. Carl's horrid call. She had to push it out of her mind. This could be the most important evening of her entire life. How wonderful to be kissed and hugged in the close intimacy of her apartment. John was strong and virile and smart; he wasn't yet rough and hard and calloused, like most of the lumberjacks around Sumpter.
Her lips were learning what to do, now. Of course, she wouldn't remember how she had kissed Terri; she wanted man-kissing, man-touches, man-everything. She felt his right hand open her wrapper; it moved in on her tender tits. Her swollen flesh was responding as it had never responded with Terri; this was right. A man was fondling her tits. Dreamy, cozy.
Now he was driving the fear and uncertainty out of her being; she was turning on. Her nipples were spiking, tingling sweetly. His tongue was pushing into her mouth, her lips were puffy with need, her cunt was beginning to ooze hot, eager juices.
But a girl wasn't supposed to just rest limply and let the man do everything. She had read several articles on it; it wasn't ungirlish for the woman to reach out and touch and caress, also. Her mind pictured vividly what she wanted to do, open his pants and touch his cock, play with it!
I can't, yet, she thought. I'm frozen. It's too new for me. John remembered the casual actions of Rita, the bold moves of Nell Winter, their suggestive remarks. He recalled some of the sex-fantasies he had had about Dee. He would talk to her in a very sexy manner, he would spread her out and kiss her between those long, alluring thighs, right on the pussy. She would take his prick in her mouth and her head would go up and down, as Rita's had moved.
But somehow, he couldn't say the words or do what he really wanted to do. She was a nice girl, he was probably one of her first dates, and even though she had climaxed in his arms at the cocktail lounge, she was still shy, hesitant, backward. With a young, single girl he was inhibited.
What a wonderful pair of firm tits she had. The dark nipples were furiously exciting. Her passion was making her tits push away out; she was shaking and her mouth was clinging hard to his mouth, her fingers were digging into his shoulders, she was breathing faster and faster, and finally she shuddered, her tits lurched forward, her whole body shook, as it had on the dance floor. She was climaxing again!
He wanted to reach down between her legs and cup her pussy. He wanted to explore her whole cunt but right now it wasn't necessary. She moaned, their mouths broke apart, she clutched at him fiercely, her hips lifted.
"Oh, John!" she cried, wildly. "Ohhh God!" Her furious shakes and shivers triggered his own passion. His knob erupted, he was squirting come all over his shorts, the stabs of delight had never been sweeter!
Dee hid her face on his shoulder and gasped through her orgasmic pleasure. She knew she had ungirlishly up-jerked her hips when she came, and now she held herself rigid, hating her shyness, taking her delight in watching his hands on her burning tits.
Ohhhh, it was like those other times, at the lounge, only better. She thought, softening. I heard him moan, too. I guess he must have had a climax, too! Why can't I be reckless and spread my legs and ask him to go down me? I've never seen his cock, he's never touched my pussy. I'm no teenager any more. What's the matter with me? I want to see his white stuff come out. I want his thing in my pussy. I want to take it in my mouth.
Suddenly she heard footfalls on the sidewalk near her front door. A heavy hand struck the door, breaking their closeness. "Ohhh." she gasped, jerking out of John's embrace. John leaped to his feet, she noticed his doubled-over pose, the big cock in his trousers. He ran to the door, unlocked it and rushed outside, cursing under his breath.
Far away a car door slammed, a motor roared. In a moment John returned, closed the panel behind him. He looked pale, angry.
"Somebody's really spooking you, Dee," he said.
"It's awful," she cried. The bulge in his trousers was gone. She saw a spot of wetness, and turned her head away, ashamed.
Why didn't I ask him to stretch me out and push that cock up in my pussy? On my first date I guess I just can't. And that Carl was a big help. Damn him. He's spoiled everything.
"It's not turning out very well, is it?" she said, flushing.
"Not with a tormentor around. Look, why don't you put on some things and come over to my place?"
At that moment another car stopped in front of the apartment. The footfalls this time were entirely different-light, feminine and clicky. A light rapping sounded on the door. Dee felt a sinking sensation. It had to be Terri; Dee knew her habits only too well.
"Come in," Dee said, drawing her wrapper tightly around her figure. She shrugged at John. What else could she do?
"Oh, honey." Terri burst out, entering with a rush. "I tried to call and-Ohhh, well! Am I interrupting something?"
She had just noticed John, and she smiled at him.
"No, I was just leaving," he answered. "I'll call you, Dee."
"John, please-" Dee began.
"I can cut out, kiddies!" Terri said, brightly. "If you really have something good going." She looked John up and down. "Of course, if you can use an extra girl ..."
As usual, Terri was turned out beautifully; she was bold and flirty and very sexy. Her hint about being an extra made Dee blush hotly. John was no dumbbell. Terri's intimate words, before she had noticed John, seemed to linger in the air.
Dee could explain that later. The two girls worked together, they were merely good friends. The evening was so torn apart already, maybe it would be better if John did leave. Dee had to collect her senses. She was terribly confused about a lot of intimate details.
When John was gone, Terri sat down, her mini-skirt halfway to her crotch, her revealing blouse gaping wide to reveal the upper curves of her tits. Obviously, she had had a few highballs.
"You knew I had a date." Dee said, accusingly.
"Slipped my mind completely, honey!" Terri laughed, spreading her nyloned thighs, weaving her bottom against the sofa. "When I get hot panties I think of you, naturally!" She winked. "Did you really get yourself a little, sweetie?"
"No!" Dee flared, blushing furiously.
"All fixed up in a sheer wrapper. Shame on you! If he didn't score, why not?"
"We-this is our first date," Dee said. "Things got kind of turned around and mixed up."
"Honey, your nipples are all out and you've got a satisfied look in the eyes. I'll bet he got your cookies broken!"
"Oh, don't be so filthy about it." Dee cried.
"And there was a big smear on his pants," Terri giggled. "I know. Just like all these young squirts; he squirted too soon."
"Please don't!" Dee cried. "I told you, no more girl stuff."
"Oh, I understand, honey. Every gal has to try the guys, sooner or later." She sighed, leaning back on the cushions, looking very sensual with her legs apart, her tit pushing out, her red hair framing her pretty, almost boyish features.
"If you want to stay a while, okay," Dee said. "But I'm not going to weaken."
"All right, you've had your fun for the evening," Terri pouted. "What about me?"
"You can get dates any time you want them." Dee flared, not so shocked as she might have been. "It's Saturday night. There should be some married men out on the town."
Dee was reminded again of Terri's flippant, rather mechanical interest in the sex function. Wasn't this more like the average man's viewpoint? Cookies broken, indeed. What a disgusting way to describe a woman's climax!
Dee found herself looking at Terri in a new perspective. Wasn't there something almost mannish about her boldness, her dirty words, even her slender-hipped figure? She didn't care much for men, or she would have been married, by now. Well, it took all kinds to make a world.
Chapter Nine
"If you don't want to play, at least you could give me a nice treat," Terri said, drawing her skirt back until her sheer, green panties showed.
Dee had been to the bathroom, she had cleaned herself, and now she wished the redhead would leave. Carl surely wouldn't try to break in her apartment. Other tenants lived nearby; he couldn't afford a real scandal.
"Please!" Dee begged. "Can't you think of anything else?"
"Not when I'm turned on, honey." Terri giggled.
"You've had too many drinks," Dee said, the view of the other's almost naked pussy stimulating her more than she cared to admit.
"I know it, and booze always makes my nipples stiff and my clit hard."
Dee flushed. Another dirty expression. She hadn't heard a clitoris called that. She started to ask Terri to leave, but somehow she couldn't. She would just have to wait until the redhead gave up. She didn't want to make Terri sore; there could be trouble at work, and around town.
Terri scooted the thin, green panty from her hips, worked it down her thighs and kicked it on the floor. She opened her blouse and unfastened her daring bra, which just happened to come apart in front.
"What're you doing?" Dee gasped.
"Well, just open your robe and let me look at your stuff and if you won't play with my pussy, I will."
"You're horrible!" Dee exclaimed.
"Honey, I know you've played stinky-finger," Terri laughed, dropping her right hand onto her auburn-bushed crotch. "I heard about these two frustrated, married gals. Very funny. They wouldn't touch each other' but they got their kicks by watching each other masturbate. Okay, here goes nothing."
Dee shuddered. She wanted to turn her head, but she couldn't. She was opening her robe, she was turning on. This talk seemed to ignite her passion. Again she felt the forbidden lure of Terri's body, she remembered her passionate experiences. But she had a boy friend now. Why this? Because she couldn't let go with John; she hadn't even touched his pants.
It occurred to her that she could learn something from Terri. If she ever expected to have a breakthrough with John she had to batter down her innate reserves and act like a normal girl her age. If she could keep objective about this thing, she could become a better-informed lover. And what girl didn't want to be an expert in the bedroom? Maybe John would appreciate a little sexy talk, too.
Ohhh, I want to please him in every intimate way.
"Oh, all right!" Dee said, drawing the folds of her robe apart. She wore nothing underneath. She spread her legs, so Terri could see her clit; she leaned forward and weaved her shoulders, causing her tits to sway and jiggle.
"Well, honey, that's more like it." Terri cried, staring avidly. She aimed a finger at her pussy and touched the tiny, pink tip of her clit. Her left hand rose to her tits; she fondled them, tweaking the pink, erecting nipples.
"Is this turning you on, honey?" Dee asked, thrusting with her hips.
"Jazzy." Terri giggled. "John been giving you lessons?"
I wish he would! Dee thought, wiggling her ass. She leaned back indolently and opened her thighs farther. She was practicing. She reached up and cupped her own tits.
The finger on Terri's clit moved around and around. "Ahhhhh," she breathed, curving her pussy higher. "This is going to be a good one, honey."
Dee practiced some more. "Are you about to come, Terri?"
"Yes, yes!" the redhead panted. "Play with your pussy."
"Oh, I just want you to look at it, sweet."
Terri's hands moved faster. She paused, her legs shaking. "I wondered when you'd start to swing, honey. Why don't you come over here and make me come?"
"This is too much fun." Dee laughed, enjoying herself. "I want to watch you come."
She used me, now I'm using her, Dee thought. The next time I go out with John, I'll be bolder and sexier. I'll ask him to play with my legs; he seems to like them. I'll reach inside his pants and touch his prick. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait.
"Ahhhh!" Terri moaned, her hips moving faster. Her finger was inside her pussy, now. She was breathing hard and thrusting with girlish abandon. Dee imitated the other girl's actions. Terri's eyes widened, her face turned very pink, her mouth opened.
"Come!" Dee cried.
"Ohhhh, you sexy thing'." Terri wailed. "Here it goes."
The shudders and shakes of the redhead's body gave Dee a vicarious thrill. She knew just how Terri felt. The sweet beats were tearing at her cunt, her tits were stinging and throbbing.
"Uhhh-ohhhh-shit." Terri bleated, twisting and writhing on the sofa. Her hand gripped her pussy, she slumped backward, panting hunching out the last of her thrills.
The vision wasn't as enthralling to Dee as she had expected. By changing her perspective, she had managed to keep uninvolved; she didn't need an orgasm. After all, John had given her three of them already, in one evening. She was very fortunate, really.
"Ohhhh," Terri sighed, opening her eyes, drawing her hand from her moistened cunt. "I wanted you to go off, too!"
Dee picked up another choice expression, although she had known that men talked that way. Was it wrong for a sexy girl to say it? Maybe, at exactly the right time.
"I had my fun with John, honey," Dee said, feeling triumphant.
"Well, you helped me a lot, honey." Terri giggled.
I've whipped this girl thing, Dee thought. I know it now. I don't need her in a sexual way, any more. But I do appreciate the things I've learned from her.
Perhaps Sarah and Candy weren't as bad and dirty as she had believed. Maybe they said those things to make the man more active and excited. I never considered that.
Sexy conversation could be a part of the sex play, as important as fondling and caressing. How dumb she was.
Oh, I wish John was here right now. I'd do my best to please him in every way. On our next date I'll try very hard. I do hope he wasn't too angry when he left.
John got ready for bed again.
I kissed her and played with her tits. She banged again. What a hot, delicious mouth, what responses! I'm doing better. Just as she went off I creamed my jeans. Then that redhead had to show up. Quite a sexy looking number, but Dee's the girl I want, man.
He was puzzled and angry about the interruptions, The spooky phone call, then the pounding on the door, the runaway car. No wonder she hadn't been able to relax. The whole evening had been a mixed-up series of highs and lows.
Well, I had a climax with her, even if it was kid stuff. I'll call her the first thing tomorrow. I want to get her out alone somewhere so there won't be any foul-ups. I've been so busy thinking about the sexual things, I hardly really know her.
Man alive, I wonder if she'll go steady with me?
Dee sat rigidly in the front seat of John's sedan, watching the scenery as he drove north from Sumpter toward a lake resort area. He had called her at ten o'clock Sunday morning, and she had said she would go for a drive with him. It was now early afternoon; they had the whole rest of the day together!
Dee wore a new shorty skirt that Terri had talked her into buying; she wore nylons and heels and a revealing blouse that buttoned down the front. Underneath she had on the bare essentials, including a new daring open-in-front bra of bright pink. She had spent an hour on her hair and makeup. However, she was still self-conscious, about her long legs, her inexperience, so many things!
Why can't I slide over beside him and snuggle up, like most gals do on a date?
John looked terribly handsome and young, maybe too young. He wore a sport shirt and slacks, loafers. Their jackets were in the back seat. The weather was warm, but there had been off-season rains in recent weeks. When John had placed their jackets in the rear seat, she had noticed a folded blanket there.
I wonder if he's ever stretched a girl out on it?
They had been talking inanely, about the weather, their work. Nothing really important.
I've had three climaxes with him, but I'm still frightened, she thought. I'm uptight. He's been looking at my legs and my blouse, I told myself last night I'd try to be relaxed and giggly, like Terri, but I can't. Ohhhh, hell. But we are getting acquainted.
"I'm glad you're thinking about college," she said. He had mentioned it earlier. "Are you starting this fall?"
"I think I can make it," he answered. He wasn't relaxed, either.
"You'll be leaving Sumpter, I suppose."
"Yes, I'll live at Moscow, near the University."
I wish I could tag along, she thought. This is awful. Maybe if we had a drink or two . . .
"Say, there's a tavern up ahead. Would you like a beer, Dee?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. It was a modern, clean looking place. She hoped there wouldn't be any roughnecks around. She needed to go to a rest room, too. Ever since he had called she had started having wetness between her thighs! She was puffy down there already, her tits were pushing at her bra; she was fluttery and nervous inside.
She had heard about younger girls who went with guys several times before getting kissed, but she was twenty-five! They had danced, he had played with her tits, they had kissed passionately and she had climaxed deliciously with him; but now they were almost like strangers again. She had lived alone too long; she had been exposed to the realities of creaking bedsprings and lusty sex and cries of delight from Sarah's bedroom; she wanted to feel John, to touch him, but her old modesty and shyness were hard habits to break.
I don't feel quite so guilty now about the things I did with Terri, but they're haunting me. Damn.
John parked his car at the rear of the quaint-looking tavern. No other autos were in sight; this would be a great time to sneak a kiss or two.
Dee looked terrific today; in fact, she looked so sexy he was scared. She had asked enough questions to know that he had finished high school only two years before; he had been smart enough to get through ahead of schedule, and he had mentioned that, too. Dumb.
She's about seven years older than I am, he thought, darkly. She's just humoring me, even though I look about her own age. I've been in bed with two women already, and I'm almost afraid to touch her. She's a nice girl; I'll just have to wait. She isn't saying do things to me today! Why the hell can't I tell a joke or something? I'm as nervous as a goddamn twelve-year-old!
His prick was pushing up along his belly, he was positive she could see the rise in his pants; he would have to put his jacket on when they went in the tavern. Those long, sleek thighs of hers, slightly opened, the alluring tits inside her low-cut blouse, were bringing juice out on the knob of his cock.
If I don't get at her pretty soon I'll have to go in the tavern can and jack off! he thought. My balls have been aching ever since she climbed-in the front seat.
He cut the motor and looked across at her; she looked back, her cheeks flushed, the pupils of her dark eyes very large; her sensual lips were parted, her hands were clutching too tightly at her bag.
"What the hell's the matter with us?" he muttered, his eyes sweeping from her luscious thighs, where the short hem struck them, up to her well-filled blouse and along her pinking throat, to her tempting lips.
"I-I wish I knew!" she wailed. "I-guess I'm afraid."
Suddenly the rear door of the tavern opened and a mini-skirted blonde and a tall college-looking youth came out, laughing. She swerved boldly against him, mouth upturned. He mashed his lips into hers and pulled her in tight. She weaved her fancily-clothed ass. The way their heads were turned, Dee could see the man's tongue working in and out of the blonde's opened mouth. His right hand went between them; he cupped a sweatered tit.
Dee shuddered with unrequited longing. The two were so involved with their mutual enjoyment, evidently half-high on beer, that they appeared not to notice John's car or its occupants. Now, her right hand slipped to the man's cock; she was shaping his stiffened prick. The lump in his pants was very obvious. The sex play and the kissing continued.
Dee felt need racing through her. Being so near John for over half an hour, her erotic fantasies about what she would like to do with him, and seeing the ridge in his pants where his cock was swelling out, her frantic cravings, all began to surge her passion higher. I'm having a climax! she thought, wildly. John was aware of Dee's stiffening body; she turned her head, her legs jerked slightly, her neck turned very pink, and a quaking of her hips told him the story. She was going off.
The view in front of him, as the couple kissed and fondled, put a sharp, deep ache in his cock. But Dee's shivers excited him even more. The poor girl was so hot, she had been so turned on by his nearness, and the sexy display in front of his car, she was shuddering out her climax. He heard a muted cry of pleasure as she pushed her bag against her lap, very hard. He was almost ready to come himself."
The blonde and the youth broke apart; she laughed and patted his cock. Both suddenly became aware of the presence of Dee and John; they walked away, around the corner of the building, still laughing.
"I've got to go inside," Dee blurted, opening the car door on her side and swinging out.
"Sure," he muttered. When he climbed from the seat, the push of his prick farther along his belly suddenly triggered his lust. He gripped the side of the car, gasping and shaking. Dee glanced at him, turned her head quickly, and fled into the back door of the tavern. His hips lurched as the sweet spurts broke from his cock. Of all the crazy damned ways to climax! He panted through it and stood unsteadily on his feet, his ears ringing.
It was ridiculous! He hadn't even touched her or kissed her. The free, uninhibited show put on by the sexy, willing blonde had broken his passion.
Dee locked herself in a closed stall in the women's restroom and sank shivering onto the toilet seat. The sweet twitches of her orgasm still eddied lingeringly through her cunt. The crotch of her new panty was a mess! Her face still was flaming.
I'm horribly ashamed, she thought. John knows I had a climax. The way he looked, all doubled over, when he climbed out of the car, I think he had one, too!
When that young blonde caressed the man's cock, when his tongue went in and out of her opened lips, I almost fainted! I'm a bitch. I can't control myself.
When she came out of the rest room, her nerves quieter, her messy crotch cleaned, she saw John over in a corner booth in the shadowy lounge. He was ordering from a scantily-clad young waitress. Dee walked to the booth, thankful for the neoned dimness.
She slid in at his left, having trouble with her long legs, as usual.
"This is nice in here," she said, trying to be bright and casual.
"Yes!" he answered, smiling. Why couldn't she say what was in her mind? John, take me to a motel and work me over. Play with me and do it to me for hours.
Why couldn't she take a tip from Terri and whisper to John: Wasn't that something when the blonde started feeling his prick? I really had a dandy climax.
John had been to the can, also. He had wiped away the mess of come as best he could. Naturally, it took a girl longer to get squared away.
I'd like to take her out in the back seat and pour a hot load into her pussy right now! he thought, achingly. But I'm damn near tongue-tied again. We can't keep on this way. She's hot and I'm hot and why the hell can't we do something about it?
The beer came, two frosty glasses, and he firmed the resolve in his mind. * "Look, Dee. I know what happened a while ago, and it happened to me ... " His voice trailed off and he gulped cool beer. "Maybe I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy about you. Would you go to a motel with me?"
Dee almost dropped her glass. A shiver raced along her body. She couldn't look at him, her face was burning, her thighs were burning.
"In-daylight?" she quavered. He wants me, she thought, dizzily. A motel. How sexy. I want to, but can I, really?
"I guess we could pull the drapes," he muttered, looking down into his half-empty glass.
"But-what if somebody-?"
"If you don't want to, just say so," he blurted. "Sure, this is just our second date, but hell. We both know what's been going on!"
Her hands were trembling so wildly she took them from the glass. Her thoughts were spinning in erratic circles. Her heart pounded, her nipples turned pointy.
I want all of it, every thing any girl craves in a bed with a man.
Why can't I laugh and giggle about it, like Terri does, like that blonde did? They're probably going at it right now!
"Y-yes," she whispered. "But I'm-green!"
A wide smile broke on his lean, rugged face. "Right! Let's get out of here!"
"You-didn't hear me!" she said, her voice creaky.
"Sure, I did, Dee. Damn it, I don't know much, either."
He's been in a whore house, she thought, suddenly. He should know something.
Chapter Ten
Once inside the motel room, Dee didn't know whether to feel cheap or elated. Nice girls waited for a ring before they went this far. Some girls waited until the wedding night. But she was here, for better or worse. She was already in the old maid age bracket, so how could she be particular?
She stood frozen in the middle of the main room, thankful that the bed was in another room. John was locking the door; he was as silent as she. He had seemed very nervous before they entered the suggestive place, so neatly cleaned and shining. The bathroom door was * open, revealing the tiled interior. Plenty of towels . . .
Now a creepy coldness was entering her body. Why couldn't they have done this at her apartment, or at his? There would be no interruptions, though. He had signed the motel register, while she had waited guiltily in the car, under a different name.
He turned from the door, caught her around the waist and kissed her hard, on the mouth. Ohhhh, that was much better! Her lips opened willingly, her arms circled his neck. That frozen place inside was beginning to thaw. He burrowed into her mouth, his tongue pushed between her teeth. She remembered how the blonde at the tavern had accepted the strokings of the man's tongue; she opened her lips farther, and John's tongue slid sweetly in and out.
She felt the bulge in his pants against her belly, close to her cunt. She shuddered. It was going to be okay. She was turning on. Her pussy was starting to leak more hot juices. Sinful and wicked or not, she loved it!
When their mouths broke apart, she hid her face on his shoulder. "I'll go in the other room," she said, haltingly.
"Right," he muttered.
She pulled away and almost ran to the bedroom. She closed the door. A lamp glowed in one corner of the plush room, a big queen-sized pad sat invitingly and sinfully in the center. Deep, voluptuous carpet covered the floor; it was deep red in color. Even the interior furnishings suggested sex.
She began to undress. Before he came in she would turn off the lamp. There were no outside windows here; they would be in concealing darkness. Her blushes and confusions wouldn't show. All of her previously planned actions and words were a jumble in her brain; she seemed to be struggling in deep water.
I'm too bashful to sprawl out and show myself, the way I did for Terri, she thought, dizzily. I was going to be very sexy and abandoned. Maybe some other time. I can't, now. Maybe I can't even say anything sexy. But I do want him between my legs. I want to know how a man feels, above me and inside me.
John stood dazedly in the center of the big motel room, his pants sticking out, his heart hammering. How worldly he had been. I uttered one word since we came in here, he thought. Big lover! I'm supposed to take the lead, make things easy for the nervous virgin. If she is a virgin. Doesn't matter. She's here, she wants it.
How easily he had operated with Rita, because Rita knew the ropes. The same with Nell Winter. They had made him, not vice versa. Now it was up to him to do the making, and with a very special girl, not an old widow or a whore.
I'll get the job done somehow. I'm not backing away, now!
What was proper motel procedure? Presumably she was in there getting her clothes off. Would a light be burning? Was he supposed to walk in there naked? He was so damned confused he was half afraid he was going to lose his hard-on.
He had never seen her pussy, she had never seen his cock. Damn. He couldn't just stand there. He had to do something, even if it was wrong. She was passionate, he was passionate, so why couldn't they just start banging away at it?
He removed his sport shirt, then his trousers. He took off his loafers and socks. Funny thing, he had worn his socks in the whore house. His shorts bugged out. He reached down and brought his prick out. It was sopping wet on the head. It was very big.
For the first time since he had met Dee, he began to wonder if his cock was too large for her. He had been snug in Rita and in Nell. They knew all the tricks. They had taken over, they had admired his big, long prick. Damn it, he had to stop worrying!
Still in his shorts, he knocked on the door. He heard faint movements from within, then a voice said: "Come in."
Hands shaking, his chest so tight he could hardly breathe, he pushed the panel open. Total darkness inside. Then light from the doorway fell across the wide bed, revealing dimly her figure, under the covers, her white face resting on a pillow.
"Close the door!" came her voice, shaky with emotion.
Well, it was her deal. He pushed the panel shut behind him, slid out of his shorts. He groped his way toward the bed. He bumped into the edge and banged his knee on the footboard. Damn, it hurt. He fumbled at the covers, finding a pair of sheets apart. He crawled between them. His arm and left leg contacted her body; he shuddered.
"Oh, honey!" she cried, as he reached for her and pushed his body against hers. She was naked. He started to kiss her and their heads collided, not hard. She gasped; then their mouths were sliding together, her arms went around his neck, his right arm dropped across her belly. She trembled violently. Now his big, hard cock grazed her thigh. She trembled again. A thousand words seemed to spring to his lips, but he couldn't utter one. She half-turned, rolling against him. His prick was now touching her belly.
Dee was shaking with more than passion. Trickles of uncertainty and fear grabbed her when she felt that big cock slide wetly across her belly. She had looked at illustrations and diagrams of cocks; but she hadn't expected his to be so huge.
She rolled back, lying flat, hoping he would play with her before he tried the insertion. Yes, he was doing it! His hand was on her thighs, pushing them apart. Finally, she opened them farther. His uneven breathing, their closeness under the sheet and covers, spiraled her excitement higher.
A man was finally touching her legs, caressing them. She was in bed with a young, husky male. The worst of her fears should be over, now. Everything would progress in a normal manner, the darkness would hide her blushes until she could become more relaxed.
I'm going to have a man between my legs, his chest on my tits, at last! she thought, dizzily. After all these years, it's about to happen. How did I ever work up enough nerve to go this far.
I know I'm too tense, I can't giggle and be playful; I'm too worried that I won't please him. Ohhhhh!
His fingers were gliding along her inner thighs, and his palm touched her dripping pussy. She shuddered and moaned. That secret place between her thighs was being invaded by a man's roving fingers; her passion was climbing again as pleasure fanned out from her cunt.
He nuzzled the covers from her tits, he approached them with more boldness, because he had kissed them before. She wasn't turning on as fast as she had in the front seat of his car. Was the darkness bugging her?
Suddenly his right hand left her pussy, he grabbed her right hand and steered it to his cock. She touched it tentatively, shaking all over. It was simply monstrous! She closed her fingers around the swollen, heated shaft, and another blade of fright possessed her, robbing her of thrills.
I wonder if I can take it, she thought. Ohhhh, I have to.
His hand returned to her cunt; he was panting faster, now, and a finger opened her moistened pussy Hps and sneaked inside. Her hips curved instinctively toward this source of delight. His lips surrounded a stinging nipple, he shivered as he tongued it. Ohhhh, why wasn't she rising toward a climax?
She moved her hand up and down on his cock. He shuddered, his strong body tensed, his hips raised, his mouth broke away from her tits, and she felt a sensuous swelling and throbbing of his prick. He was having a climax.
"Uhhhhh!" he cried, fiercely. He started to swing above her, she opened her legs to accept him, but it was too late. She felt the erotic tensing of his cock, then liquid spurting on her belly! He gasped and panted, his hips thrusting against the covers. His finger went in and out. Yet her pussy wasn't responding!
What's the matter with me? she wanted to shout into the darkness.
He quieted, breathing hard, and she pulled her hand reluctantly from his come-wet cock.
"I-I'm sorry!" she cried. "Go ahead! Do it to me."
He patted her thighs; she pulled them farther apart. He swung over above her, his knees between her long legs. He nuzzled her tits; somehow they weren't as tender as she had anticipated. The newness of this whole thing, the awful shyness she was fighting, began to bother her even more.
He was breathing hard. She felt the press of his knob at the door of her pussy. She raised her ass. The hot touch was like nothing she had ever dreamed of; as her cunt lips spread, she experienced a kind of fright; she wasn't too sure that she could accept his big cock.
Shaking, he pushed. She felt a lance of discomfort, then pain! She flinched. The wetness around her slit seemed to turn cold instead of hot. He backed away, just a little. Trembling, he tried again. Her opening still wouldn't accommodate his prick.
This is horrible! she thought, wildly. I'm afraid, I'm all tense and uptight. I've dreamed of this moment, and now it's going all wrong! I can't take his penis! I'm not doing things right!
Again he shuddered, she felt his body tense, he groaned and suddenly another gush of come erupted against her pussy! A few faint thrills rewarded his effort. But he didn't hurt her; he wasn't raring forward, he was just dangling above her, panting out his lust, his passion-and she was turning colder by the moment.
Ohhhh, I wanted that up inside! she thought, feeling the come trickle down her pussy. He needed my pussy and I failed him.
He stopped shaking and rolled away, breathing heavily.
"I'm-terribly sorry, John," she cried, turning her head, tears in her eyes.
He muttered something under his breath; the tone was angry. How could she blame him?
He crawled out of bed, and she closed her legs, hiding her face in her hands. She heard him leave the bedroom.
I sure as hell muffed that! he thought, flopping into a chair. I was too eager. I wanted to slide it in her too soon. Why the hell didn't I play with her more. Natural- ly, she's half-scared! First time in bed with a man. I'll get ready soon and go back in there and try to act like a lover. She hasn't had a climax.
He realized now he should have picked up a bottle of wine or liquor; they should have had a few drinks and talked a while before going to bed. Not too late. He came out of the chair and started to pick up his clothes.
At that moment Dee came out of the bedroom, fully dressed, her face very white.
"I-think it's all over, John," she said. "I'm no good!"
"Damn it, listen to me," he shouted.
She stared at his naked figure, and walked past him to the door. "Please get dressed and take me home," she said, coolly.
I rushed it, he thought. I squirted come all over her belly and cunt and she'll never forgive me. Damn! Those long legs of hers are so sexy I couldn't control myself.
John sat rigidly in a chair in his apartment, still hating himself. On the drive back to Sumpter, Dee hadn't said five words. He still felt sorry for her; but was his failure all his own fault?
He was so damned miserable he felt like getting drunk. It was just four o'clock on Sunday afternoon. He was afraid to call Dee and try to apologize; he hadn't been able to in her presence.
Now he was aware of movement overhead, in Nell's big house, and he recalled their date. Well, why the hell not? He had plenty of sex-shots left. Dee wouldn't be going out with him again. He could relax around Nell, he could enjoy himself. She made it all very easy and lusty and terrific.
Maybe I don't need a younger dame, he thought, remembering Nell's passionate bed-bouncings, her sexy conversations. But I'm still crazy about Dee. I didn't handle her right, I messed it up.
His phone rang and he leaped out of the chair, hoping it would be Dee. A feminine voice answered, but it wasn't Dee's.
"Honey," Nell breathed. "I'm glad you got back early. Would you like a nice, frosty drink?"
"Yes," he said.
"Well, what're you waiting for, lover?"
Carl Wall was thoroughly disgusted. It was Sunday afternoon, Sarah had gone visiting, and nobody was around except Candy.
He had tried Dee's number several times, and no one had answered. Was she out on a hot date with that John Bellows? Maybe. More than likely she was shacked up somewhere with the fancy redhead, Terri Connell. Damned Lesbians!
His blackmail deal hadn't worked; he had to try something else to get in Dee's panties.
Taking the rest of his six-pack of beer, he strolled out into the enclosed rear lawn. He flopped into a deck chair and popped open another can of beer. He was working on it when Candy wiggled out the back door, wearing very snug, yellow shorts and a tight halter. Sexy, young bitch. He knew Dick Ulster had been fuck-mg her; he wished he could fuck her fresh blonde pussy.
"Where's lover-boy, baby?" he laughed.
She strolled to a chair that faced his and sat down, her soft, white thighs opened. He could see the outline of her cunt slit and his prick began to stiffen.
"Oh, he went fishing with the boys," Candy said, dryly. "Last night he got drunk."
"Too drunk?" Carl asked, slyly.
"Yes. I didn't make out."
He wasn't too surprised at her frankness. He finished his can of beer and reached for another. He held one toward her. She nodded and smiled. His long cock began to harden even more.
"You're kind of sore about Dee getting an apartment, huh?" she said, cleverly. She put the opened hole in the beer can against her fresh, carmine lips. She drank and winked at him.
These broads had built-in antenna. She had never given him this much come-on. Of course, flagging her cute ass around and flirting was part of her nature.
"What makes you think that, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, I can tell, stud. You want to get that cherry!" She giggled. "If you ask me, I think that redheaded gal friend of Dee's has already picked it."
He grinned, but he felt a sinking sensation. What a wise little bitch she really was. "You got any better ideas, Blondie?"
"Hell, Dee's an old maid already. I'll bet I could give you more than she ever could!"
He felt a real jolt. "What the hell are we waiting for?"
She giggled. "I need a new dress. Is that too much to ask for?"
"No," he said, rising. "How much?"
"Well, it's forty dollars ..."
"Cheap little whore, he thought. I can get it for ten downtown. But not as fancy.
"Sure," he said. "I been wondering how good you are, baby." She laughed. "It's a deal."
Dee walked restlessly back and forth in her apartment living room. She had showered and refreshed herself and still she felt no better. She had failed miserably in her very first attempt to please John. He wouldn't call her again. There was no real reason why she hadn't been able to take his cock into her cunt. She had just checked herself in the bathroom, and in her still turned-on condition she had been able to push three fingers into her pussy, all the way to her cherry.
I was scared, I rejected him, she thought, miserably. Maybe I didn't hold my hips right. Ohhhh, damn. Why couldn't I relax? How sexy it was when he came. I got some of it up in my pussy, anyway. But I wanted all of it! I wanted him to push it away up, I wanted him to break my cherry.
She opened her dressing gown and cupped her pussy, weaving her hips.
I need it now, I'm burning for it. Should I call Terri? No. No more girl stuff. I need John's big, wonderful prick! I want to go off around his driving cock!
Oh, I just won't play with myself. I'll get dressed and drive over to his place. We've been in bed together. Surely we can try it again, if he's willing. I can't wait. I'll throw myself at him. I'll try to be real sexy!
She drew her hand from her cunt and almost ran into her bedroom. Now to dress just as becomingly as possible. She had a brand new mini-skirt and a very tight blouse. She would wear very dark, sexy nylons. She would put on more makeup.
I'll turn on big if it kills me! she thought. I can't lose him. I'm nuts about him, completely nuts.
Chapter Eleven
When Dee reached John's apartment, she started to knock. But she saw lights burning inside, the front door was ajar, and she pushed the panel open. His car was parked in front; he couldn't be far away. Maybe he was in the bathroom or had walked down the street.
She clutched her handbag nervously and decided to wait for him.
Suddenly she became aware of noises overhead. Perfectly natural. Nell Winter, the buxom widow, was moving around. Then, very clearly, came the sound of a door opening and John's chuckle.
Dee shivered. What was he doing upstairs in Nell's house?
She stared at the ceiling and noticed an older ventilator; it was covered above, apparently by a rug, but that was all.
"... mmmmm, that big thing looks awfully good, honey!" A woman's intimately-pitched voice, and it was Nell's!
Dee could hardly believe her senses.
"I like that thin nightie, baby." That was John's voice! They sounded like they were partially high on liquor.
Nell's at least fifty years old, Dee thought, her knees weak, her brain spinning. What's John doing up there? He's just a boy.
A tell-tale creaking and a feminine laugh underlined what might soon be going on upstairs. The room directly above must be Nell's bedroom.
"Ohhh, you naughty thing!" Nell giggled, almost sickeningly. "Are you going to go down on me?"
Dee shuddered and dropped into a chair. She closed John's door. She had to be very sure about this; then she was going to leave and never come back. He had been to a whore house and now he was having illicit sex with his landlady! And the way they talked.
I decided I was going to talk sexy with John, but I couldn't; I was tongue-tied. I was frozen. I let go with Terri the last time; I opened my legs and waved my tits while she did her thing. Why did I hide in the darkness with John?
Well, he's the only guy I ever dated. I can't learn to swing the very first time. Ohhh, I hate that Nell. He's going to put his mouth on her pussy. How can he? Well, I didn't satisfy him; he's found someone who appreciates his passion.
"Ohhhh-wow!" came Nell's excited cry. The bed creaked suggestively.
Dee felt hot juice flow from her pussy into her thin, new, lacy pink panties she had put on just for him. Her tits were swelling, tingling. She had to leave, she couldn't bear this awful listening any longer. Why torture herself? She knew the truth, now. Let them enjoy their drunken orgy!
But she couldn't move. She was fascinated, she wanted to learn. Of course, she had heard Carl and Sarah going at it often enough, but this was different. She hated Carl, and right upstairs was the young man she wanted more than anyone else. He had found a passionate, lively bedmate and he was giving her thrill after thrill.
"Ohhhh!" came dramatically from the bedroom above. "Ohhhh, John, I'm coming!"
The bed started shaking, several glad, feminine cries followed, and Dee felt fresh moisture oozing from her pussy. She's climaxing!
Now a pleased, satisfied laugh came from Nell.
"Ohhhh, that's good when you use your tongue like that, honey."
Dee shivered, a hard ache building in her cunt. This excited her more than eavesdropping on Carl and Sarah. She was almost ready to have an orgasm. The need was sharp and insistent.
The bed quieted. Evidently they were planning to rest before another fuck. Maybe they had been playing around in some other part of the house. Obviously they had been drinking.
"How was your date with Dee Evans, honey?" Nell asked.
"How did you know-?" he began.
Nell laughed. "Oh, I can tell you're crazy about someone; it must be her. I think she's a very attractive girl. Such long, long legs."
Dee sat straight in the chair, her heart thudding, her nipples tingling.
"She's really great!" he said. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, honey. I wish this could last a long time, but I know guys, and girls. Some gal is going to grab you and marry you-and I wish I was thirty years younger."
"We had an argument," John said.
"So what? I should be terribly jealous, but I can't be, as long as you're chasing Dee. What happened?"
"Well, she's scared. And when I'm with her I'm scared, too."
"I was, too, at your age. Keep trying." She laughed cozily. "I wish I could give you both some lessons on sex."
"You've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed.
"No," Nell answered. "I watched Dee grow up. I know how lonely she is, because I was the same way, at her age. My husband had an awful time with me, in bed. I thought sex was kind of dirty and something to put up with. It took me over a year to have really good orgasms."
"But-I couldn't get it in her!" John burst out.
"Well, honey. Give the poor girl a chance! Play with her. I know that now, but I didn't know it, years ago. So what if you aren't a big, big man the first time? I'd bet my bottom dollar she's a virgin. Keep taking her out and take it easy with her. You've got to break a sensitive girl in just right, or she'll turn off and she'll never give you a good, hot ride!"
Dee felt such a wash of gratitude toward Nell that she couldn't be really jealous. She was coaching John. And, unknowingly, she was coaching Dee, too.
"Did you whisper some sexy words in her ear?" Nell asked.
"I was tongue-tied," John exclaimed.
"Well, I understand. You haven't been around much, either, honey. Send her some flowers, tell her you really crave her. Give her a ring. She'll start turning on, you mark my words."
"Nell, I don't know how to thank you!" John exclaimed.
The bed creaked. "Oh, yes you do, honey!" Nell laughed, meaningfully. "Right!" John answered.
A long, long silence followed. Dee shivered and started to rise. She had heard quite enough. The thought of John doing it to Nell hurt Dee terribly-but how could she protest?
"Ohhh-ohhhh-that's the way," Nell gasped. The bed jiggled. "I love it when you sock it in deep!"
The erotic tension in Dee's loins suddenly broke. Heavenly sweet twitchings seized her cunt, her hips lurched in the chair and her pussy went twang.
She imagined John's big cock sliding rhythmically in Nell's pussy, she could almost see his ass rising and falling as the bed sighed its tell-tale noises. The pulsings and throbbings in her cunt had never been sweeter! She was having it.
When the shivery rapture began to fade, she sneaked from the chair, opened the door very quietly and tiptoed out of John's apartment.
She had experienced quite enough for one day. She had to go home now and try to sort out the good from the bad, the right from the wrong. For once in her life she was glad she had eavesdropped. Maybe there was hope for her, yet.
"Easy now, honey!" Nell panted, holding his hips. "Make me wait for this one!"
John, having already climaxed several times with Dee earlier in the day, had no real trouble waiting. Kissing Nell on the cunt and getting her to come with his tongue and lips had been terrifically exciting, however. Right at her point of no return, when she had started shaking and yelling, he had imagined he was driving his tongue into Dee's pussy!
Nell might be right about Dee; he blamed himself for the afternoon's fiasco. She was a sensitive girl. Would she give him another chance?
"Now, make it real slow, honey," Nell breathed, releasing her grip on his hips.
He pushed his prick to the bottom of her cunt and let it soak a few seconds. She trembled, her pussy fluttered deliciously, caressing his cock with feathery fingers. Her heavy thighs drew back farther, she adjusted the pillow under her ass. She pushed her big tits higher and he mouthed a dark, stiff nipple.
"Mmmmm!" she panted. "You're learning, honey. Now jab it real easy! Out slowly and in fast. Uhhhh. That's the way! Bring me just a little more and rest." I "Ohhhh, John! Wonderful."
Her cunt tightened voluptuously. A strained expression passed across her face.
"Just a few more times, honey," she moaned.
shuddering. "Hold it. Don't come yet!"
John found that he could resist the temptation to explode. The last time they had fucked she had let him rut and thrust like an animal. Now he was learning a few of the fine points of fucking.
He mouthed the other swollen nipple. The erotic tension was building.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Almost!"
His knob ached, he was breathing very hard. He couldn't wait much longer. But he was able to drive again without coming.
"Ohhhh-ohhh!" Nell wailed. "Now, honey, now. Break it in my pussy! Pour it to me, hard!"
His head lifted from her bulging tits, he braced his knees and began slamming her.
As he poked he felt her pussy begin its sweet writhings and churnings. She shouted fiercely, her ass jiggled, her tits heaved, he was pouring his hot come deep into her. Her orgasm sucked more juice from his balls. The bed swayed and rattled. She wailed again and her big legs clenched around him. He was coming!
When Dee came home after work Monday night she saw a big bouquet of flowers on her doorstep. She rushed along the walk and seized the container, lifting it, admiring the mixture of freshly-cut blooms. Taking her prize inside, she opened the envelope with shaking fingers.
"For Dee, a very special girl. John."
She was so excited she almost dropped the container. She placed it on a table and sank into a nearby chair, heart hammering, her face flushed with joy. A cozy warmth possessed her cunt and her tits.
He does care, she thought, deliciously. Ohhhh, I don't care what he did with Nell. She knows a few things about life. My first flowers from a fellow. I adore him, I want him!
At seven-thirty, her telephone rang, and at eight o'clock John was coming through the door of her apartment.
When he reached for her she almost leaped into his embrace. Again their mouths collided, but there was an extra sweetness in their kisses, now. She had been in agonies of uncertainty all day at work, and the flowers had lifted her. She hoped there wouldn't be another terrible let-down.
He hadn't suggested going out, so she had put on a nightie and a dressing gown and bedroom slippers, nothing else. She had showered and fixed her hair and makeup. A smart girl had to be prepared for anything.
Although her cunt was heating as he drew her close, and although she could feel his bigness under his pants, thrusting out, this was different. A dreamy warmth was invading her whole being, arms and lips and especially her long legs. She was hot everywhere!
Their mouths broke apart and he fumbled in his jacket pocket.
"Dee, I've done some awful things," he muttered, his face flushed. "But-would you wear this?"
He opened a small black container and there, nestled in pink silk, was a big diamond on a white gold ring. The gem caught the lights of the living room and its sparkle dazzled her eyes.
"Ohhh, John!" she breathed, shaking violently.
Twenty minutes later just one lamp burned in the living room, they were seated on the sofa, pressed together, kissing eagerly. The ring was on the right finger, she was still dazed, still hardly able to believe what was happening. I'm engaged!
"Ohhh, honey," she panted, against his throat. She remembered what Nell had said. "I want you-I just crave you!"
He trembled, his right hand began to open her gown at the throat. She could see the big cock in his pants, she felt the passion in his seeking fingers.
"Do things to me, honey," she whispered. "All kinds of things."
"Are you-afraid?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Not like I was, yesterday," she said, feeling his fingers on her bare, swelling tits. "I-failed."
"Hell, I rushed you, darling," he gasped.
"No! It was my fault. I've done some bad things-" I let Terri make out with me; that was bugging me, and it still is, she thought.
"I don't believe it," he said, fastening his mouth on her lips again. She opened wide for his tongue, and in it came. It stroked deliciously in and out. Her nipple was tingling in his palm, her pussy was flaming. Her frantic hopes and wishes were coming true, and her passion was climbing.
I must be bolder, she thought. I have to show him how much I want him.
She reached for the cock in his pants. She touched it, pressed it. Her tits lurched, her legs shook, her need became a torch in her loins.
I'm coming already, she thought. I don't care. I'm not ashamed of that any more. It shows how much I need him. Ohhhh, its sweet and hot and dripping with honey. I'm going to let him know how good it really is.
A tearing deep in her pelvis signaled her joy. She gripped his covered cock, she kicked her legs and bucked her hips wildly.
His mouth pulled away, just a little and she spoke into his lips.
"Oh, honey! OHHHHH-OH, now!"
"Darling, darling," he breathed. "Have it."
She quieted, feeling the sweet come drip from her pussy. Nell was so right! Being just a little bold and forward was fun!
Maybe some girls didn't explode as quickly as she did, but wasn't that good? A man wanted a nice, hot gal, didn't he? Her own words of enjoyment had made her climax all the sweeter.
She cuddled in the curve of his left arm, breathing against his throat. She belonged to somebody, she was his girl. Sex wasn't dirty. It wasn't evil. She wasn't running, as she had at the cocktail lounge, shamed by her responses. She was admitting her need, and she wanted more.
"Darling, I won't rush you again. I'll do better."
She felt so warm and delicious and wanted, she found herself almost cooing her answer.
"Honey, I still want you to do things to me."
He trembled.
"I'm not being fair to you," she breathed.
He trembled again, his cock growing even larger. She was still fondling it. I wish I could have it in me tonight. Then I'd be really engaged.
But I can't turn into a whore in one evening, she thought. I don't want to seem ridiculous. He's had more experience than I have. I'll just encourage him and be bolder and see what happens.
"Should I-undress?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, squeezing his cock again.
"Do you want the lights out, honey?" "I-think one light would be all right," she said. I do want to see him, she thought. I've touched him and felt his prick, but now I'd love to look at it, up close. Would he think I was awful if I sucked his big, wonderful cock?
Chapter Twelve
John released his hold on Dee's tit and stood up, removing his jacket. She wasn't drawing the folds of her robe together; her nightie, a wild pink and lace-trimmed, snugged alluringly around her tits. The brown nipples poked sweetly at the cling of nylon.
Man, she was acting differently tonight. Nell was so right. Flowers and a ring and careful caresses, consideration. She craved him!
She wants a light on, she wants to look at my cock! But I won't rush her. I'll play with her and play with her. I won't try to fuck her the first thing.
She's my girl, now. She's wearing the ring. She keeps looking at it, smiling. She got tears in her eyes when I put it on her finger! She is sensitive and precious.
If she touches my cock I'm going to come. I can't hold it back much longer. Maybe she wants to watch that, too.
Carl Wall finished another can of beer and winked at Candy. Sarah was in the kitchen cleaning things up after dinner, and the young blonde was watching TV, giving him a good view of her cunt under her pleated miniskirt.
Candy winked back and twitched her hips. She widened the spread of her soft, plump thighs.
Fuck Dee! He had something right here at home. He had bounced Candy twice the previous afternoon, and it was real hot stuff! She yelled as loud as Sarah when she came. What was a new dress or two when he could get this young, fresh stuff?
Garbed only in his shorts, John returned to the sofa, beside Dee. The dressing gown was open completely, now. The hem of her fancy pink nightie struck her just below the cunt, her long, shapely thighs were exposed.
The adoring glances she directed at him, brought his balls up tight at the base of his shaft.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she breathed, offering her puffy lips again.
He took them, eagerly, hungrily. She half-turned her torso, arching her tits forward, she snugged her right thigh against his naked leg. She trembled, reaching again for his prick. She brought it out of his shorts.
Dee felt the tensing of his prick in her fingers, watched with hungry fascination as the skin on his knob slipped back even more, saw the lurch of his hips, and then come gushing from his sex-hole. Each fierce spurt was like a stab in "her pussy.
"Ohhh-ohhhh-ohhhh, honey!" she shouted, pumping her hand on his cock. "I'm coming, too!"
Hardly before the words were out of her mouth, she realized that she hadn't intended to be so graphic, so slutty!
His shudders and gaspings drove her on to new passions! Suddenly she was bending over his middle, her head was lowering, her hand was aiming his cock at her mouth and then her lips were surrounding it.
I've dreamed about it. I've craved it, and now his sex is in my throat!
I'm swallowing the last of his come. I love it, I adore it, I'm coming again!
She came, she seized his hand and brought it between her legs; she pressed it to her pussy. He cupped her cunt, she lunged against his fingers, as the waves of delight rose through her whole body, tits, mouth and cunt. She sucked at his sex, moaning her joy.
When she was finished, she lifted her head and sank back on the sofa, eyes closed.
"Man, oh man!" he muttered, gladly, enthusiastically.* His hand still rested against her tender, shivering pussy. She hunched unashamedly until the last little flutters of her climax dwindled.
"Ohhhh, John! Am I-awful?"
"No, no!" he gasped. "Terrific!"
140 "I just couldn't help myself, honey." "Do that whenever you feel like it." "You'd better watch out!" she warned, able to smile and even laugh.
He grinned boyishly, delighted. "We're talking, Dee."
"Yes, and I love it!" she exclaimed, pressing her pussy against his fingers. "Play with me some more!" "AJJ along your legs?" "Yes! Everywhere."
John had never been so excited in his life. She sucked my cock! She bucked up on my hand and had another orgasm. I wonder if I could go ahead and slip it in her tonight.
He remembered Nell's words of caution. Did it matter when he claimed her, as long as they were engaged. Don't rush! Let her pick the time. They were relaxing, they were talking, and she was having all kinds of pleasure. Her impulsiveness, her boldness, was far out!
Her hand returned to his cock and he began to caress those long, tapered thighs he had wanted to touch ever since he had seen her the first time.
He began at her knees, working slowly inward. The velvety texture of her flesh stiffened his cock even more.
"Kiss me down there, honey," she panted.
He hated to take her fingers from his cock, but the urgency of her voice swung him around in front of her. Kneeling, he stared at her sweet, dark pussy, the allure of her long, opened thighs, the rounded sculpturing of her hips, and finally the puffed cunt lips and the pink tip of her clit.
Dee watched him begin to kiss the tender inner zones of her long thighs, and she spread them even farther apart. His hands caressed her ass while his mouth explored the sensitive inside flesh.
All of her reserves weren't broken, yet. He was working on her, that was the big thing. More tingles of joy traveled along her legs, up to her eager, burning pussy.
The ache to be entered, to have his cock inside her body, was growing more insistent.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed as his head moved closer to her cunt. Was she positioned right? Could he reach her pussy with his mouth?
"Ohhhh!" she panted. His mouth was on her swollen pussy. He was kissing it, his tongue was moving inside.
Feverishly, she lifted her ass, tipping her cunt higher. There. That was much better.
When he kissed my lips a while ago, and drove his tongue deep in my throat, I knew I wanted this-and ohhhhh! He's drawing the pleasure from my pussy. I wish he'd grip my ass! Ohhvohhhh!
Her hands caught in his dark, thick hair. She found her hips responding, lifting, curling toward this new, teasing kind of delight. Her tits were pushing out farther, her cunt was fluttering sweetly!
Ohhhh, if he would just try his cock in there. "Honey," she cried. "Do it to me-with your prick!"
She felt his shudder, his head lifted from her cunt, he swung forward, hips arched, his big, long cock dripping wetness. The fierce need to be taken, to have his cock pushing into her eager cunt, drew a cry from her throat.
She felt the spreading of her wet cunt lips, the burn of his wonderful prick and again she was aware of a tightness; she was reminded of the day before, a tiny burn of pain made her flinch; she moaned and shook, her cunt began to explode.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned. His cock throbbed, his body twisted, his hips went back and forth, his prick escaped from the hot cradle of her cunt and then he was spurting his come across her quivering belly! She lurched her hips wildly as her climax ripped her cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey!" She cried it again: "Ohhhh-I'm coming!"
When he was through, when the last gushes of his come left him, he shuddered and dropped back on the sofa, breathing hard.
"I'm sorry!" he blurted.
"Ohhhh, it's my fault!" she cried, cuddling close to him, offering her tits. "I want you inside, darling."
"Right," he panted. His cock wasn't as stiff as before. Ohhh, how awful! "We'll keep trying, huh?"
"Ohhh, yes, honey!"
Three days later they were back in Dee's apartment.
Several unusual events had happened during the intervening time. On Tuesday evening Dee had visited with Nell Winter, and the older woman had given Dee some intimate advice. Nell had rid Dee's mind of the idea that sex with Terri had injured her in any way. It was a phase some gals went through, but now that Dee had a man, she had nothing to fear.
On Wednesday evening John had slipped upstairs and visited with Nell; she had not only filled his mind with ideas, she had demonstrated actively, telling him and showing him exactly what he should do and say on his next date with his virginal fianc�e.
John had felt no real guilt about giving Nell her reward. He was sure that Dee knew about it, and she didn't care. Dee had confessed to eavesdropping on John and Nell on Sunday evening, and she wasn't sore about that, either. Without Nell, the two shy lovers would probably have broken up. Nell had cemented them together, she had helped break down their reserves about what was proper in the bedroom.
Now, John was stretched at ease on Dee's bed; he was naked, his cock slanting stiffly from his hairy loins. Soft lights illuminated the boudoir, the door was locked, the phone off the hook.
Dee posed beside the bed, wearing a fancy colored bikini panty and a matching mini-bra, a very thin pink wrapper around her shoulders. Her dark, rich hair was combed loosely down to her throat, she wore smoky nylons with clingy tops that reached halfway up her long, tapered thighs. She wore high-heeled bedroom slippers, her makeup was heavy.
When you want some fun with your man, dress provocatively, Nell had said. Men love to look. You've got to be special for your special man.
Don't be afraid to wiggle around and tease him. Say sexy words. Don't be afraid to crawl on top. Be active! The guys love it, honey! Why do you think so many of them go to whore houses? Variety!
Tell him to lie still and you get busy and rub yourself all over him. I guarantee you'll get your reward, and then some, honey!
Dee was so thrilled by his scrutiny her pussy was already leaking fun juices into her panty.
"Man, I like those long, long legs, honey!" he exulted.
Dee felt the warmth of the wine they had been drinking, earlier, before she had donned her bedroom costume. She was very relaxed.
"Are my legs really sexy, honey?" she giggled, weaving her ass, spreading her thighs, moving closer to the bed.
"Right," he cried. Ohhh, his cock looked larger than ever. She had never seen him so terrifically pleased. He was beaming.
"Do you like my tits in this bra?" she murmured, arching them forward. Ohhh, she was turning on.
"Great!" he panted.
"Honey, you just rest and let me do the work, huh?" she laughed.
His eyes almost bugged out of the sockets. The skin around his cock was stretched so tightly she wondered how he could bear it. A profusion of clear, sexy liquid dribbled down from the sex-hole. The ache to have that big cock in her pussy was so fierce she wondered if she could wait. But she had to.
Smiling, she unfastened her mini-halter, she lowered the cups slowly, weaving her shoulders, moving her ass suggestively back and forth. Be utterly and completely abandoned, Nell had said. It was fun! This wasn't dirty or awful, because she was pleasing her man.
Her nipples, already very stiff with her excitement, rode out pointily on her tits. She dropped the halter and cupped her titties in her hands. She aimed them at him, bending forward.
"These need lots of kissing, honey!" she breathed.
"Wow!" he cried, overjoyed.
Leaving the filmy wrapper open, but still on, she began lowering the colored bikini panty. She did it slowly, teasingly.
"This hot pussy needs lots of attention, too, honey!" she murmured.
He was shaking with anticipation, his balls were drawn up at the base of his cock, his face was deeply flushed.
Finally, she drew the panty down her thighs and stepped out of it. Giggling, she tossed it at him. He caught it deftly, grinning widely. He stared at her naked cunt and his cock tautened visibly.
She shrugged out of the wrapper and weaved her hips, she waved her tits and crawled onto the bed. She remembered Nell's words and she trembled wildly. She hadn't had any sex since Monday night; she was in a fever of sensual want. She had dreamed of this moment, and now it was here.
On her hands and knees, her long thighs spread above him, she started her active sex play.
John watched Dee swing her tits down, bringing the pointy nipples against his chest. She dragged them around and around, breathing faster; she lowered her hips toward his prick!
"You've just got to get my cherry tonight, honey!" she panted.
He could hardly believe his ears. Her bold words were terrifically stimulating. Nell had given Dee some great pointers. He knew about Dee's visit; Nell was a very generous, broadminded person.
"I'll pick it, baby," he said, his voice shaky.
"Ohhh, I love to talk sexy!" she breathed, drawing her tits along his belly.
"You're bringing me up real hard, Dee!" he muttered.
"I want my pussy to be the best one you've ever had," she gasped, her tits now rolling across his rock-hard cock.
She wiggled her nipples along his cock with abandon. He was going to come. His first one always came 146 quickly.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned, his hips rising. "Ohhhh, honey," she panted. "Wait just a second!"
Suddenly, she was spinning around, her head was above his cock, her long thighs were spread right over his face, her pussy was dropping toward his mouth; he seized her hips, he raised his head and fastened his mouth to her pussy just as her heated lips enclosed his prickhead!
He felt the burning passion travel along his throbbing cock, to the swollen knob; her tongue coiled voluptuously, he was spurting, gushing into her bobbing mouth. He drove his tongue furiously into her cunt, and suddenly it began to writhe and pulse. His come belched stingingly from his knob, he heard her whimper of joy as he tongued the tiny nub of her clit, as Nell had instructed. Then, quickly, he pushed a finger past his nose and into her pussy. She was coming. Shudder after shudder racked her slender body, her sensuous cunt-flutters swinging his lust even higher. Her deep moans of delight were sweet music in his ears.
At last her hunching hips lifted, he broke contact with her cunt; he pulled his finger out and patted it as she turned around and sank down at his left, breathing very hard, long thighs sprawled wide apart, tits heaving.
"Ohhhh, John!" she panted. "I just exploded all over!"
"Great, great!" he gasped. "I damn near fainted!"
She opened her eyes and reached for his still-rigid cock; she cuddled it lovingly in her fingers.
"Ohhh, honey! I have to have this up inside, now. We're learning how to play, but I want the rest. I'm just dying for your prick!"
"Right, right!" he moaned. "You do it-like Nell said . . ."
She shivered and crawled above him again. He cupped a tit in each hand. He watched her hips lower, she found the head of his prick with her dripping pussy; she shuddered as the hot knob spread her slickened cunt lips; she pushed down, she panted and flinched, and tried again!
"So you won't hurt her, let her make the insertion," Nel had suggested.
"Ohhhh, honey-I think it's going in!" she cried, eagerly.
She was right! Her hot, soft flesh was spreading lusciously around his knob, his skin was peeling down, her pussy was wiggling snugly around his cock; her shakes and shivers, as her tits wiggled in his hands, heightened his pleasure.
Another inch of cock slipped upward, he felt the stinging cling of tender, virginal pussy-flesh, he felt a pressure on his cock; she pushed again, gasping loudly, almost painfully; then she hunched with abandon. He felt the tearing of her hymen, he felt the sweet slide of his big prick into her tight, quivering cunt and then he was giving her first taste of prick!
"Honey, I'm coming!" she shouted.
When Dee felt the momentary lance of pain diminish, when she took his cock way up into her pussy, she went crazy!
She was driving her cunt, she was lusting swiftly on his prick. Her pussy so wonderfully crammed with his cock, began to throb and churn around it.
I'm fucking, she thought, feverishly. At last I've got his cock where I need it. I'm coming! I'm going off with his big cock in my cunt.
Moments later, she floated down from cloud nine and 148 softened above him, his wonderful prick still in her hole.
"Ohhh, honey!" she breathed, pressing her tits hard against his heaving chest. Her pussy still was fluttering. "I didn't think it would ever be like this."
"Yes," he sighed, cuddling her ass in his hands. "And we almost didn't get together."
"I know it," she whispered. "We have Nell to thank for that."
"Right."
She trembled. "John, honey-she likes you very much ... she wants us to live in your apartment. We owe her so much! I don't feel awful or guilty or tainted about sex, now. We can just say anything and do anything, for pleasure! She deserves some pleasure, too . . ."
"You mean?" he began, his head spinning.
"Honey, it's all right with me. Only the three of us will know. I'm not selfish. I wouldn't have you if it hadn't been for her! Please?"
He nodded. How could a man possibly figure out what went on in a sexy girl's mind? Maybe Nell would show them new fun tricks. How lucky could he be? A nice fresh young bride to break in and an older, experienced woman to assist!
His thoughts scattered as Dee began to stroke again.
"You'll never be sorry, honey," she breathed. "I know just how young you really are. You can take care of two girls, I just know you can!"
This is more than I ever dreamed about, he thought. Okay, it was their show, their arrangement. How long before he would have both of them in bed?
His prick stiffened with anticipation. These gals wanted his hot cock, and by God, they were going to get all they had bargained for.
