There are many practical reasons for discouraging incest in the world today. It is not just a willful moral issue, and yet incest exists and propagates itself in modern American society just as it does throughout the world.
There are two sides to incest. Dynasties are founded on it throughout history. The modern nobility of Europe is a direct result of deliberate inter-family mating contrived to keep power in the hands of a few. In the United States, the so-called "400" who dominate social and monetary aspects are a lesson in the practical application of cousin married to cousin, relative wedded to relative, in conjugal relationships.
But incest can and does occur anywhere, at any time. The reason that prevails seems to be proximity and compatibility. Members of the same family frequently find themselves together in times of sexual stress. And if the conditions are favorable, it is easy to enter into carnal incest.
Such is the case with the fictional characters in this realistic novel.
Brenda is a lovely girl who is trapped by this familiarity. Her brother initiates her into the rites of sex solely because they are together at the wrong time in the wrong place. That is the spark that can never go out once it is lit.
When sex subsequently fails for the fast-developing girl, she has no defense against the same villain which dragged her down once-proximity.
This is not to say that this is a story solely about a young woman's conjugal adventures with her younger nephew. What is illustrated here is the vulnerability of the average American woman to a situation that could all too easily fall on the shoulders of any woman.
Society has had a hard time adjusting to the fact that sex, like the rising sap in springtime, is the strongest motivating emotion among young men and women blooming into mature adults. Frequently that sex drive is misdirected, because the individual cannot meet the problem head-on.
Could it be said that Brenda's final solution is a happy one?
When you read this exciting and realistic novel, ask yourself that question. And ask yourself how different things would have been for Brenda if she had been raised with a candid attitude towards sexuality-one which would have been directed towards healthier pursuits rather than one warped by concealed guilt.
The cure for society's ills, according to social scientists, lies in candor, education and free choice. A healthy society is one that educates its population rather than cloaking it in secrecy and guilt, one that teaches its people to make decisions on their own, and then trusts the intelligence of its citizens to act wisely.
Burying the subject of incest will never eradicate this practice. It will only serve to engender the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
I guess, in measuring the American Dream, that for any beautiful, well endowed chick like myself in her middle twenties, it can be best summarized as a stiff prick in my slick slit.
I hate to have to put things that crudely, but, after all, we're living in a blunt world. I just started coming of age on the subject of sex when my nephew moved in with me for a few days. Mind you, I was on my best behavior, since my sister-his mother-was in the hospital for a few days undergoing routine surgery.
The surgery that I underwent with Jim, however, was anything but routine, as I will elaborate on in due course. As a matter-of-fact he couldn't seem to get anything but hard. He is one guy that even probably jacked off in his sleep.
I think, though, that to set things in perspective I should go back to my first sex experience.
I was just a little beyond my twelfth birthday, and I had taken a walk after dinner.
I grew up in a corny little town in the mid-West farm belt, and one thing I relished was taking walks in the field after dinner. I'd go out for them after I finished my dinner and chores. It would give me something of a lift to leave the house and go away all by myself for a little while.
As I walked amidst the trees, the still air was disturbed by the footsteps following me. I stopped in my tracks, looking around and listening nervously as the trudging, uneven steps drew nearer.
I thought about running, but instead froze on the spot, one part of me damned curious and the other just being scared.
It turned out to be none other than my brother Hal, whom I had always detested anyway.
About that time he was drawing toward the end of high school, and as I observed him walking towards me, I noticed he was stumbling along with an almost empty bottle of whiskey dangling in his right hand.
"Howdy, little sister," he grinned crookedly after the surprise of seeing me wore off. "What the hell are you doing out here all by yourself?"
"Taking a walk," I said crisply, making a face after catching a whiff of his whiskey breath.
"I was doing a little fooling around with a girl in the barn," he giggled. "The things she didn't do to me. I held my own pretty good too, driving that hard ramrod of mine into her cute little snatch. Do you like hearing me talk about that."
"I do not. I detest it."
"No use getting all riled up," Hal laughed. "You're acting like some damned prude."
"Like hell I am. I'm acting like a decent girl."
"Decent girls aren't any fun," Hal laughed. "I like a gal with peanut butter legs."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean legs that spread easy," Hal burst into laughter.
I frowned, then exclaimed: "I don't find your humor the least bit funny!"
"If you opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, baby, you'd understand why guys want to talk sex around you. Damned, but you're already blossoming around the breasts. I like the way those melons stand out."
"You look mean and ugly when you've been drinking, Hal. Besides, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You know what the preacher says about that kind of terrible sex talk-and what the Bible says too."
"But that isn't so." He grinned crookedly once more. "Even the Apostles drank wine, so why can't I let go a little?"
"That was different."
"There are all kinds of references to sex in the
Old Testament too," Hal chuckled. "So don't get mad at me."
I backed off a little as he moved a step closer. I found myself resting against a tree, unable to move out of his way any longer as he threw one of his long arms around my shoulders. His face wore a hurt look.
"I really don't like it when you get nasty with me," he said.
"I'm sorry if it sounded that way, Hal," I replied sincerely. "It's just that I hate to hear anybody talking dirty."
"Say, Brenda, did I ever show you the tree fort me and the fellows built when we were kids? It's a real beauty, and it's right around here."
"No, I never saw it."
"Come on and follow me."
I felt a little relieved by that point, figuring that his horniness concerning me had worn off. I had never seen him quite like that before. But, then again, generally he kept to himself when he was drinking. This time he was letting himself go.
I walked behind Hal as he led me about a half a mile to a clump of trees, where he stopped and looked into my eyes, a broad grin blanketing itself across his entire face.
"Where's the tree fort, Hal?" I looked around quickly and exclaimed in bewilderment.
Hal took a quick forward step. I moved back, once more bumping into a tree. This time it was a thick oak and he wasn't about to let me go. Hal seized on the moment by throwing his ham-like hands around my head and fingering my hair.
"Stop it! Let me go," I blurted angrily.
"You've got such smooth, beautiful blonde hair, sister Brenda," he grinned. "I suggest we make ourselves a closer family than ever."
He pulled me to him and kissed my lips passionately. I finally managed to struggle free, trying to run away.
But Hal was fast as well as determined, and in just a matter of two strides he caught me, throwing his arms around me and forcing me to the ground.
"Stop it, Hal, let me go," I screamed hysterically.
"No use getting all riled up," Hal grinned, overpowering me and pinning my arms to the ground. "Nobody is going to hear you way off here anyway."
Hal panted with anxiety as he leaned forward and kissed me, but before he could I grabbed his right hand and bit it with all my might.
"You goddamn little bitch," Hal staggered backward and fell on the grass, trying to protect his bleeding hand.
I took advantage of the opportunity as best I could, jumping to my feet and running. Once more Hal was in hot pursuit, chasing me through the trees and bringing me to the ground, this time with a perfectly executed flying tackle.
"You're going to pay for this, you little bitch," he said threateningly.
Hal forced his tongue into my mouth, working it around crudely. He ripped the top of my dress and shifted his tongue to my tits, working his way with great conviction around my nipples.
"Stop, Hal, please let me go," I sobbed.
I heard Hal get up. I looked up and there he was, glaring at me. He looked like an animal, panting and sweating. His right hand was still bleeding.
"All right, beautiful little sister, I'm not going to do anything more to you," he acknowledged with a sinister smile. "But I want you to do just one thing for me, and then everything will be fine."
"Please let me go," I exclaimed. "If you're a good girl, you'll do exactly what I tell you."
I watched with astonishment as Hal unzipped his trousers, taking out his hard dick. He sprawled out on the ground and spread his legs, stroking his huge, erect phallus.
"Crawl over here on your knees," he commanded sharply. "Come on, we don't have the whole fucking night. I'm not going to hurt you."
By that time I was scared of him, what with the liquor, the meanness and all, that I did precisely as he requested.
As I stopped a few inches from him, still on my knees, he looked at me and uttered a command.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Just to see to it that I did precisely what he expected, he reached out and gripped his fingers over my head. He clamped the fingers down with savage strength.
"No, please don't," I said.
"Shut up! You're lucky to get to suck a beautiful cock like mine," Hal exclaimed.
He shoved his cock forward, slipping it toward my mouth. At first I turned away and gagged.
"I don't want any of that," he said impatiently. "It isn't all that bad. Come on, now, and try it again. Don't swish the thing around in your mouth. Just move it up and down, like you're massaging it."
Too weary to rebel, and fearful that he would beat me up if I didn't do exactly what he wanted, I worked my mouth up and down Hal's long prick.
At first I wanted to throw up, but soon I found that I was developing quite a facility for it. As my tongue worked along the foreskin, I felt my heart beginning to pound with great exhilaration.
"Now you're getting the hang of it," Hal laughed. "Reach out with your right hand, baby. I want you to work your fingers around my balls. Come on and work the fingers, baby, and while you're doing that, keep up that steady sucking. For the moment I want you to confine your sucking to the tip of my cock. Then we'll work our way forward from there."
It was readily apparent that Hal was quite familiar with cocksucking activity. I recalled how many times he would vanish mysteriously into the night after dinner. I remembered how my father would get all upset about his being gone, and now it was becoming all too clear to me. He probably had a string of farm girls that he took on alternately, girls who sucked his cock and surrendered their pussy to him.
As I kept up the brisk stroking, Hal suddenly exclaimed: "I want you to start sucking on the rest of my cock now. Step up the action, baby, and work that tongue a little faster. Play with my balls and work the tongue all the way up and down my rod. Slide it fast, sweetheart, really let yourself go. Come on, little sister, I'm teaching you the art of cocksucking in one night.
Now go down there and really suck me. Work that tongue up and down my prick, and work it fast."
I began to slide my tongue more rapidly than ever over his intense, nervous rod.
I observed his body beginning to shake as I stepped up the tempo of the attack, working my tongue with spirited grace over his prick, letting the movement develop at a systematic level.
Pretty soon I found out that the rhythm was taking care of itself. I wasn't consciously doing anything. My head just seemed to mechanically bob up and down as I cut loose on his prick.
My fingers kept on consistently massaging his bulging balls, and as my tongue slid up and down his organ, I could tell he was getting close to the point of orgasm. Despite all my inexperience, I could tell when his breathing was growing short, that something was happening.
"Just get set for the juice," he exclaimed. "I'm going to unload a hot supply of pecker juice in your mouth. I want you to eat it, baby, I want you to attack every drop of the precious stuff."
Several strokes later he heaved a loud sigh. As his legs trembled like gigantic tree trunks, I felt the first few hot droplets of white, gooey cum shooting out of his pecker.
It took me completely by surprise, since, even though I knew something would happen, I'd never come into contact with a thick load of male juice up to that time.
The whole thing overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but spit out those droplets of juice.
"No, stick with it," he said disgustedly. "Don't let that happen. Eat my load, baby."
It was no use, however, as I psyched myself out to the point where I was unable to handle his droplets of joy juice.
He looked down at the ground, his expression a combination of disgust and disappointment, as he observed his hot, white fluid.
"I wanted you to swallow them," he said. "You little dummy. You did all right up till that time."
"I'm sorry."
"You did like it, didn't you?"
"I liked sucking you," she admitted. "But that load took me by surprise. It's going to take some practice before I can learn to swallow it."
"You'll get plenty of practice with me around," he suddenly smiled, reaching out and patting me on top of the head.
He was right. During the course of the next year until Hal graduated from high school and left home I was entrusted with the responsibility of sucking his cock regularly.
I must say that I enjoyed the experience, even if he was my own brother.
CHAPTER TWO
Even though I had my periodic jousts with my brother when I sucked his cock, I didn't really get hung up on a guy until I was in the middle of my junior year at high school.
Dennis was tall and slim, standing better than six feet, and starred on the Varsity baseball team. His father ran a restaurant in town. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and showed me a big cock in his crotch every time that we went out and held hands.
He picked me up in his car one afternoon after school, and we instantly hit it off. We would meet and drive to an old shack sandwiched between two hills beside a lake.
I'll never forget the first time we went there and how my body itched with anxiety as Dennis drove down the winding dirt road which led to it. We parked behind the shack so his car couldn't be seen from the road. After all, in these half-assed little towns, everybody makes it a point to know everybody else's business-and the damned hypocrites who fucked the most always screamed to the greatest extent whenever they found out about somebody else screwing.
The shack contained some old furniture, including a bed in the lone bedroom. I thought about the preacher's warning of eternal fire. But right then I was feeling a fire all my own, to be specific, right down between my legs where my cunt was seething. It was a beautiful kind of fire, the kind you want to build, not put out.
Dennis shut the bedroom door and took off his T-shirt. I looked at his slim, hard body. His shoulders were broad, his stomach muscles firm. I hoped he would strip down naked, but he stopped after removing his shirt, and took several steps toward me, pulling my body toward him and kissing me.
"Lie down on the bed and relax, baby," he said.
I did exactly as he suggested, lying on my back and immediately breaking into a nervous sweat. The anxiety was surfacing with rapidity in my love nest.
Dennis lay next to me and pulled me to him.
"Open up, honey, open up your mouth," Dennis panted.
I immediately responded to his request, opening my mouth and feeling his tongue darted inside it, meshing with mine.
Dennis' tongue rampaged enthusiastically through my mouth, while mine worked its way through his. He wore a fragrant after shave lotion, which gave his body a sexy aroma. I had put on some perfume before meeting him, which gave him a nice fragrant aroma to smell as well.
Following our torrid kisses, our panting and writhing became more heated.
"Just turn over, Brenda baby," Dennis said.
I was wearing a blouse and pedal pushers. His nervous fingers reached out for the zipper and loosened them, then tugged them off.
I quickly unbuttoned my blouse, flinging it on an old wooden chair.
Dennis ran his hand up and down my legs, alternately kissing and licking. His hands worked feverishly toward my crotch. He pulled off my panties, and began to massage around my clitoris.
"I want you, Brenda baby," he murmured with pleading eyes. "I've got to taste you."
"Go ahead, Dennis, do whatever you like. Go on and eat me."
"Throw your legs around me, honey."
Dennis' head moved toward my cunt as I threw my legs around his shoulders. He let his tongue find its way to my clitoris. It worked swiftly, and I ran my hands through his hair.
"Suck it, Dennis," I begged, wrapping my trembling legs around him. "Work around my mound."
His teeth nibbled exquisitely around my clitoris for several minutes, in the course of which I practically shot on three separate occasions.
My body danced with extravagant desire as he kept up the burning, passionate activity.
Once he recognized he had my clit right where he wanted it, namely in a state of burning anxiety, he switched to his tongue efforts.
His sizzling tongue made its way over my box, and as he kept up his consistent, torrid movements, I found myself moving ever closer to climax.
"Just a few more strokes," I panted hotly, "that's all I need."
He worked his tongue with systematic grace several more times around my box. I let out one last sigh as the juices spilled out of my joy hole and into his mouth.
"That was just great," Dennis grinned. "You've got a beautiful pussy. You're the best eating stuff my tongue has ever found."
As I grew hot all over again, Dennis' words began to hold a profounder meaning than ever. If eating me made him feel that damned good, how would I feel if I sucked him? It was a practical consideration, what with the huge bulge he was then sporting in his pants.
"I want you too, Dennis," I told him. "I want to suck that hard cock."
"You're like something out of a dream," he grinned. "I'll be more than happy to let you do it."
I worked my fingers resolutely around his pants, swiftly removing them and looking at his huge erect phallus.
Dennis' legs were trim and tapered, his ass rounded to perfection, and that cock stood out' brilliantly.
Right away I commenced sucking, bobbing my head skillfully up and down over the length of his entire dick.
I wanted to make sure that he experienced every beautiful sensation as I manipulated my tongue over his dick.
"Slow down a little, take your time," Dennis sighed. "Let's build gradually, honey. Just slide the tongue a little slower. Let's keep up the smooth tempo."
I slowed down the pace ever so slightly, even though it was extremely difficult, since I wanted to taste his prick badly.
Soon I began pumping my tongue like a well trained machine, moving it up and down with piston-like regularity as my fingers stroked Dennis' perfectly proportioned ass.
"That's more like it," Dennis nodded, panting as I sped up the pace. "Keep the fingers working around my ass too. I really like that. Work the tongue, honey. That's it. Now you're stepping it up, and I like it. I like what you're doing."
Up and down I skillfully worked my tongue repeatedly, recognizing that I was nearing the point when I would be receiving his searing juices.
Soon he heaved a loud gasp and the droplets of white orgasmic liquid spurted out of the end of his long rod.
Our first beautiful sex experience ended with his hot white juice bolting in my mouth, but there would be many more to follow.
As a matter-of-fact, we got together just three days later on a Saturday afternoon. I told my folks that I would be going to town to see a movie.
Naturally I didn't go to any movie. Dennis picked me up at the other side of the railroad crossing about a half a mile from home. This time we stripped down bare-assed as soon as we got into the bedroom. I felt a little more confident around Dennis this time than during our first session. After all, in fucking as in other areas of life, experience counts.
"Let's take our time and really enjoy ourselves before shooting," Dennis exclaimed as he snuggled up next to me, kissing my ears and neck.
"Any way you want it is all right with me, darling," I nodded.
My cylinders were all burning, as were Dennis', but the element of the first time that had been present before was now over and we could prolong the pleasure by taking things gradually.
"You've got the most beautiful body I've ever seen." Dennis shifted his lips to the front of my neck, then my mouth.
"Just keep up that hot action, baby."
"I want to devour your exquisite body," Dennis drooled. "Beautiful lips, beautiful tits, long lovely legs and firm ass, that fantastic ass."
Dennis quickly shifted from word to deed, literally making love to me from head to toe. We began with passionate lip kissing in which he practically took my lips off with his piercing movements.
He put every ounce of intensity he could muster into those lips kisses, after which he shifted to some lengthy French kisses.
His tongue slid with overpowering zeal as it met mine time and again. The tongue stabbed and darted with relentless energy as our bodies quivered from the electricity we generated within each other.
Once he released his tongue from my mouth, Dennis decided that it was time to go to work on my tits.
With vigorous skill, he plunged his tongue against my left breast, working it firmly around the smooth warm surface.
"That's what I like, brisk tongue action," I gasped. "Keep the tongue working, honey. Keep it in jet-propelled motion."
As he worked his way systematically around my breast with his tongue, Dennis reached out with the fingers of both hands and toyed with my thighs.
I liked the way that his fingers sank into my legs all the while as he kept up his perfectly executed tongue movements around my tits.
Once he completed his sucking on my left tit, he moved over to the right, working with the same degree of passion.
My body flared upward dramatically to meet his every skillful movement, as his tongue lost itself in the spirited enthusiasm of the moment, working systematically over my tit.
Once he completed the tit sucking, he surprised me by sliding his lips over my stomach. He kissed my navel, then began to suck on it.
You can't imagine the unique sensations that bolted through my entire body as he began to suck my belly button. My ass-cheeks were swaying back and forth from the accumulated sensations that he was providing with his talented tongue.
I naturally figured his next move after sucking my navel would be to go down on my pussy, but for the moment Dennis passed that up.
He wanted to concentrate on my legs for the moment, going all the way down one, then up the other sliding his tongue, then nibbling with his teeth.
He moved his tongue and teeth all the way down my legs, working from the thighs to my ankles.
Dennis then decided it was time to devote some attention to my toes, which he began to suck.
He was so thorough that I could hardly believe it. He didn't want to leave even one speck of my flesh untouched.
I lay there and began panting as he took turns sucking my toes. As he finally released his tongue from them, he looked at me and grinned.
"I can see that you're getting hot."
"Suck my snatch, baby. I've got to juice in your mouth."
"I will," he nodded. "But first I want to suck your ass."
"That will be super."
"You deserve a blazing rim job."
"Darling, put the tongue to work again."
"Around you, I just can't seem to stop," Dennis laughed.
Never had I felt as good as I did that day, lying there all sweaty and excited as he prepared to unleash his tongue once more.
I watched his head slide forward. I observed his fiery red tongue move toward my anus.
With hot flipping motion, he slipped his tongue inside my ass-hole.
His spearing scarlet tongue was quickly working its way high into my ass.
His first few strokes were exploratory, but soon he was attacking me with everything that he had, unfurling his tongue to the greatest extent possible as it flipped inside my ass-hole.
While the tongue worked feverishly inside my hot ass, he began working his fingers around my ass-cheeks.
I liked the way he skillfully pinched my buttocks as his tongue continued to plunge ever deeper into my anus.
Soon he was sending the surging tongue into me all the way, driving it in as far as physically possible.
"Suck my hot ass," I cried out hoarsely. "Your tongue is sensational. Keep it working. Slide it into my ass-hole."
He darted it with consistent rapidity, driving it to the maximum level possible.
As the spirited movements continued unabated, he began pinching my ass-cheeks harder than ever.
The fingers slid with determination around my buttocks. He liked the smooth, passionate, firm warm skin.
It felt good to have his fingers gripping my ass, as it provided an extra dimension of satisfaction for me while he kept up the spirited ass sucking.
Soon the sweat was dripping down both sides of my face and surfacing beneath my arms.
My arms trembled, and every now and then I would look down at my sweaty armpits, which served as a reminder as to just how excited I was becoming under the steady tongue impetus being generated by handsome Dennis.
I felt the moisture beginning to surface in my snatch and recognized that soon I would have to be unleashing my juices inside him. I was feeling more and more excited, and couldn't wait to explode. I looked down at Dennis as he continued his spirited sucking, driving his tongue high and deep into my hot ass-hole.
CHAPTER THREE
Dennis had convincingly sucked my ass, and I wondered where he was going from there.
He rested for, a few seconds, then reached down and let the fingertips of his right hand go to work on my pussy.
"I love this beautiful passion box," he grinned.
"It sure feels good when you touch it. I tingle all over."
"That's good." He smiled. "I'm getting you ready for my tongue."
"It feels so warm and soothing when you cut it loose on my snatch."
He kept up his finger movements for several seconds, then leaned forward and kissed my hot box several times.
His lips met my love nest with great speed and determination, causing the sensations to multiply within me.
I was burning up down there in my box, and the longer that I lay there the more determined I became to receive the hot sensations of his tongue.
"Now I'm going to suck you," he said. "I was getting you ready for the right moment."
"Work that tongue, baby. I really need it."
He slipped his tongue down between my legs. His fingers reached out and curled out around my thighs, clutching my smooth, creamy skin as the tongue penetrated between my legs and down towards my snatch.
He flicked conscientiously, permitting his tongue to stab with speedy yet smooth exhilaration around my hot pussy.
The tongue twisted and turned with great satisfaction, and as it did so my hips twisted in dramatic response to his vigorous stabs.
"Just keep going," I encouraged. "Don't let up, baby."
The determined pace continued, and I recognized that he was every bit as eager to receive my load as I was to give it to him.
His tongue kept sweeping over my snatch, and as he let it go to work effectively, he ran his finger toward my anus.
The finger slid around my ass-hole at first, but soon he was pumping with everything he had, letting it thrust effectively all the way into my rectum. '
The hot finger stabs continued, and as they did so he began working more effectively than ever around my mound.
His tongue focused on my love button and I realized from the way my body was turning that it wouldn't take much more of this kind of dedicated action. Soon the juices would be spurting from my pussy and into his waiting mouth.
All the while Dennis was plunging his finger into my ass-hole and the movements provided me with that much greater sensation.
I was getting it both in my snatch and in my ass, two highly erotic zones, and during that period of time I was propelled into a state of passionate ecstasy.
"Just keep on sucking," I gasped. "You're going to get a nice load of juice, baby. I'm going to be spurting the love juice into your mouth."
Several hot stabs later I found myself unable to hold the juices in any longer. At that point I experienced great satisfaction as his tongue eagerly swallowed every drop of joy juice that spurted from my mound.
He released his tongue from my mound, then looked at me with an intent expression of determination.
"Shall I suck you now, Dennis?" I asked after he had caught his breath. "I was hoping for a little something more today."
"Like what?" I asked. "I thought you liked my cock sucking."
"I certainly do, but today I want to fuck your snatch."
"I don't know if you know this, but I've never had it there before."
"I recognize that," he nodded. "You never told me, but it was something I could easily figure out. You do love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then I wish you'd let me be the man who would do the honors. You know, that's a big moment in a girl's life when she loses her virginity. I'd like to be the one who takes your virginity away from you, darling. You don't know what it would mean to me."
"Oh, Dennis."
I looked at his throbbing member, wondering what it would be like to have it shoved into me. I heard plenty of girls at school talk about it. A number of them had described it as a painful experience in the beginning, but one which, ultimately, was extremely pleasurable.
Dennis walked over and reached into his trousers, pulling out a rubber.
"This is to protect us from an accident," he said. "From having a kid when we fuck. I don't want to take any chances giving you a kid, honey.
But I really do want to stick my dick into your pussy."
"I suppose you should be the man to, Dennis."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say."
Dennis leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. He worked his fingers around my breasts, getting me into the mood for the penetrating thrusts which would take place shortly.
I'll never forget the first penetration. He stuck his rock-hard peter into me as gently as he could, but the first push hurt enough to make me cry out. Dennis took his time feeling around my cunt with his dick.
The jabbing, piercing thrusts that he sent forward proved a mixture of pain and pleasure as he kept up the burning stabs. After the first few times I stopped crying. I observed the pain beginning to lessen as the pleasure accelerated.
Dennis was speeding up the tempo, letting his hips and ass gyrate as he fucked it to me.
I began gyrating myself, loving the smell of sweat from my body as we pumped away.
"This is really fucking," he sighed.
He caressed my thighs as he mover closer to the point of climax. I could tell from the speed at which he relentlessly pounded his peter into my slit, that he was hungry for orgasmic release, and I recognized that it wasn't far away.
"Just a few more strokes," he gasped, "and I'll be shooting inside you."
Soon I felt the spurting juices shooting into me. As he released his liquid, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"I had you. I feel so much better now," he exclaimed.
It wasn't until he removed his prick from my snatch that I looked down and discovered blood.
I had been so engrossed in sex during the time that Dennis was pumping it to me that I had been unaware of the blood when he broke my cherry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dennis graduated from high school one year before me.
He received a college scholarship to the state university some two hundred miles from where we lived, and I practically died when he went off to college.
We communicated faithfully, however, by mail, and during vacations we would always get together and fuck.
When he came for Easter vacations, however, I sensed a troubled expression in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Dennis?" I asked.
"Nothing that a good fuck won't cure, I guess," he laughed, reaching out and patting my ass-cheeks.
We were in our special little fucking place, and after we climbed out of our clothes, Dennis reached out and started pumping on his long stem.
"Have I ever dreamed of a good cock suck from you," he said. "I hope that you're in the mood."
"I'm always in the mood where you're concerned."
I reached out with my left hand, gliding my fingers cautiously over the tip of his cock. As I did so, I maneuvered the fingers of my other hand over his balls.
I was getting to be an expert at tempo through my fucking get-togethers with Dennis. I was only sorry that he was away from home so much of the time now. I could hardly stand it. Of course, the way I had it figured, I too would go to the state university after I was graduated from high school, and there we would be united. I just had to wait until the following September.
For the time being, however, I dedicated myself to one basic purpose-that of giving his cock and balls all the sensations that I could.
My fingers manipulated with grace and skill, working methodically as I got him that much hotter.
He lay back with his legs spread, enjoying the thrusting movements of my fingers.
"Just keep going," he nodded. "You're doing great. After some good finger action, you'll be ready to suck on my prick."
"I'm ready to suck it now," I told him.
"Of course you are, but we've got to work up to it, baby. Since it's been so long since we fucked, we've got to make this count. Come on and work your fingers. Whiplash them around my cock and balls. That's it. I love those spirited movements. You're going faster now. That's the way I like it. Come on and work your fingers, darling, work them real nice. Oh, do I ever love what you're doing now. Keep slipping them around. Flip them over my balls. That's it. I like the tickling sensations."
My fingers circulated wildly over his balls and I stepped up the action on his hard cock, working the fingers swiftly as I extended them to the full length of his erect instrument.
The fingers continued to glide spiritedly, and he was settling into the rhythm of the act. His ass-cheeks rotated vigorously back and forth in accompaniment to the finger activities I was engaging in.
"Give me some tongue action," he finally called out. "I need it in my balls. Suck my balls, darling. You've got to do that. You've got to get me ready for when I spurt."
I sank my tongue down between his legs toward his testicles, slipping and sliding it with fervent grace.
I sucked as swiftly as I could, maintaining steady momentum as my fingers slid up and down his lengthy pole.
The fervent action drove him into a whirlpool of frenzy, and just as I anticipated he soon began begging for the cocksucking action to commence.
"Suck the prick," he called out excitedly. "I need it now, sweetheart. My hot pecker can't take any more of this. You've really been tickling my balls and I love every bit of it. What fantastic sensations you've given me. Slide the tongue, baby, slide it over my prick."
My first few tongue strokes were over the tip of his instrument. I deliberately worked the tongue slowly at first, planning to build as things generated.
Those first few strokes were a prelude of what was to follow. After sufficiently warming him up with some sweeping movements around the tip of his dick, I soon extended my efforts to cover the entire length of his enormous throbbing tool which was anticipating every tongue thrust I put forth.
His body quivered with nervous excitement as my tongue slipped up and down his mammoth dick.
With sweeping skill, I pushed him ever closer to orgasm.
As I saw him drawing closer to climax, I reached out and fingered his balls. I squeezed them gingerly, tugging with great design as my tongue worked feverishly on his prick.
"Keep driving that tongue," he called out.
Several hot strokes followed, after which he was set to unleash his juices.
The first few spurts bolted into me and, with great zeal, I tackled every drop of juice that shot from him.
I gobbled up the load systematically, then released my tongue from his bulging spear.
"You're still the best fuck around," he said.
"I certainly hope so." I smiled.
He turned away. I sensed tension in the air and when I got a look at his troubled expression I could see that something was terribly wrong.
"What's the problem, Dennis?" I asked. "I've given you a beautiful cock suck. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
"Yes, but there's a lot more to it than that."
"I wish you'd tell me what the problem is, Dennis."
I watched him rub his fingers in his eyes, and then sighed.
"It's a long story and I haven't had much sleep in the last few weeks, so I'm pretty tired," he began. "Just be patient and bear with me."
"Are you fucking another chick?"
"Let me start at the beginning."
"Answer me directly. Are you fucking another chick?" I raised my voice.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't completely leveled with you," he sighed painfully. "I told you I hadn't gotten involved with other girls at State. Well, I have, ever since I started. I'm sorry, Brenda, I really am, but you don't know how a guy feels when he doesn't have a chance to get his rocks off. And what makes it worse is that at a place like State you've got lots of gorgeous pussy around. I mean, hell, if you were around I'd have you to screw. But you see, dammit, I don't have you there, and I get so hot I didn't know what to do. Sometimes I'd just go into the bathroom and jerk my prick till I shot, but that never satisfied me much. Maybe it does some guys, but not me. I've got to communicate with a beautiful female. That's the only way I can make my orgasm really count."
"Your orgasms really count with the girls at State?" I snapped.
"I hate hearing you talk to me that way," he sighed painfully. "But there's lots more, so please bear with me. I've got to tell you everything,"
"Please do. I'd like to hear the specifics."
"Since I'm a baseball player, it makes me a pretty big guy in the fraternity. I got to join one of the biggest in school, the one that's got most of the athletes. The real wheels of the school belong to it. They throw some wild parties, you know: booze, grass, glue sniffing. You name it, they've got it. As you can probably guess, they also have the best looking pussy at school there, along with some wild numbers that don't even go to State. Well, I passed up the first one, realizing it would be a terrible sensation. But next time around I couldn't refuse. They talked me into it and just wouldn't take no for an answer. So I went, and there were lots of gorgeous chicks around swinging their cute butts, and after a few drinks a lot of them were giving me anything but subtle hints, like rubbing their legs against me and letting their swinging asses hit me on the leg."
"I can well imagine," I said sarcastically.
"Things started out with me and a short little redhead doing a little petting on the couch. Then the old temperature started rising and we turned to Frenching. Just then, in comes this big football player. He's got a bottle of whiskey in his hand and he's smiling. He tells me that the big action is going on in the bedroom, so before I can say anything, this chick grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch."
"That must have taken a lot of coaxing," I said bitterly.
"So we went into the bedroom and found a whole flock of guys and chicks peeling off their clothes. Then one of the varsity basketball players let out a war whoop and yelled something about it being initiation time. He put down his whiskey bottle and lay on the bed bareass naked. Then this gal named Betty, who was our junior prom queen last year, started going down on his cock. She had nothing on but her silky panties, and all the guys started roaring and the girls started clapping."
"You remember the details very well, Dennis," I said bitingly.
"Please bear with me. Anyway, they were going by classes. The senior guys would pair off with the senior girls. Then they got down to juniors, sophomores, and finally freshmen. The cute redhead I'd been with went down on a Varsity basketball player's huge stem. That chick didn't know when to quit. She was juice happy. He spurted his prick juice into her once, then she went back for more and got another load. Anyhow, when it came time for freshmen, they all started yelling for me and this blonde freshman gal, Shirley Grimes, to screw. They kept hollering and hollering till we both got pretty damned embarrassed. We hardly even knew each other. As a matter-of-fact, I hadn't even dated the girl. We just met and exchanged a few words in some classes. They kept hollering anyway, till we both stripped down. She seemed a whole lot more embarrassed than I was, but her tongue went to work with a lot of skill and enthusiasm as she pumped it up and down against my rod. I felt sorry for her because she was doing a lot of stumbling, moaning and sucking and jerking movements, instead of the nice smooth way that I like it."
"Like the way you trained me to do it," I nodded sadly.
"It's awfully hard for me to tell any of this, and it's a long story, but I have to. So after I shot my juices into her mouth, she lay down on the bed exhausted. I really felt sorry for her and asked if I could drive her back to her sorority house. We went for a little drive before I took her back and got to talking. She told me it was the first time she'd ever blown a guy, and that didn't surprise me one bit, considering how jerky her movements were. We got to talking about classes and decided to get together for a study session. One thing led to another and pretty soon I started fucking her regularly."
"So now you're in love with her and you want out of your relationship with me. Isn't that it, Dennis ? " I came on bluntly.
"It's not that simple," he said. "Actually, I love both of you, but I knocked her up, so I've got to marry her."
I broke into hysterics, first screaming, then sobbing as the tears gushed from my eyes. Dennis was also crying.
"I was always careful before about using a rubber, but one night at one of those wild fraternity sessions Shirley and I had both smoked a little too much grass. We got so turned on we didn't know where to stop. I remember how my tongue worked hungrily in her box. I kept seeing her beautiful legs twisting as I sucked away, eager to taste her. She kept shooting and shooting. She must have juiced about three times in my hungry mouth before I got so carried away I had to get my cock off. The next thing I knew I was plunging my pecker into her, stabbing it hard. I didn't even think about the rubber. Hell, I wasn't thinking about anything then, except getting my rocks off. I kept slamming my rod into her until I finally juiced. That's what did it."
"You're more than a sonofabitch, Dennis. You're a triple sonofabitch," I said angrily. "Look what you've done to me. You've not only lied to me about not getting involved with other girls, you've withheld the information till you got sex out of me. I could never forgive you for that."
"I'm so sorry, honey. I had planned to tell you first thing, but I found that I just couldn't. I needed you too bad."
"But you won't be getting me again."
"I know. That's tragic."
"I don't even feel like riding back to town with you."
"At least let me give you a ride," he said painfully.
"Does she have a tighter cunt than I do?" I looked at him with fire in my eyes.
"No, no, that isn't it. You're both beautiful girls. It's just that I got caught in a situation that I can't get out of."
"I guess you can't, without an abortion."
"I just can't bring myself to do that to her."
"If I were in her position, I wouldn't do it either."
"I've just got to stand up under it," he shook his head.
"Just say no more. I don't care to talk to you again, Dennis."
His eyes dropped, and he turned his head away. He looked about as crushed as I felt.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I graduated from high school, I wanted to get out of this little town I'd lived all my life in.
I had bitter memories about Dennis, and hoped that I could start life anew in a big city.
I chose New York, since I had read so much about it, and in that my older sister Mary had settled there.
I was interviewed immediately for a secretarial position at an advertising firm on Madison Avenue. I was enchanted at the prospect of going to work there, and once I met my prospective boss, Harding Scott, a handsome, brown-haired man in his late thirties, I was more eager than ever.
I could tell from the way that Scott sized me up at that first meeting that he was extra hot for me. I looked down at his crotch and observed the huge bulge, which squarely indicated where he stood.
"How about us going to dinner tonight?" he asked with a smile. "Maybe we could discuss your employment situation further. I am looking for a Girl Friday, somebody who is available to do a little traveling with me, and who can perform office functions. I realize that you're young, but you're a very mature looking and acting girl. I like that."
I had an idea that he wanted to do a lot more than discuss future job possibilities with me that evening, but since he was so handsome, and in that I wanted to go to work for this advertising agency anyway, I figured I'd go along with him.
As we had dinner in one of New York's better restaurants, he leaned across the table and exclaimed :
"You sure are a gorgeous gal."
He reached underneath the table, permitting his fingers to move tantalizingly over my left leg.
The longer he touched my thighs, the greater the degree of heat that began generating through my whole body.
After dinner, he took me to a hotel room.
I recall the way he eyed me as I undressed.
I jumped out of my panties and he stared at my furry triangle.
"I love those blonde pubic hairs," he chuckled. "It shows that you're no phony blonde. You're the real thing."
He walked over and began stroking my snatch, moving the fingers resolutely.
He walked over and slid his naked body in the bed. He sat propped up on his buttocks, letting me see his huge prick.
"Come over here, lover," he whispered, turning me on with the sexiness of his tone.
Soon our arms were clasping around each other longingly, and his cock began pressing against the side of my leg. As I rubbed my leg against his cock to increase the sensations, I succeeded in getting him hotter than ever.
He ran his fingers searchingly over my round, firm butt, finding it even more tantalizing in the nude than it had been earlier that day when he had seen me in a dress.
He let his chest brush against my tits as his lips moved toward mine. He allowed his lips to plunge against mine, preferring to begin slowly with the lovemaking. He wanted to save his orgasmic liquid, I figured, until just the right moment.
Gradually the kisses began heating up. After beginning with a few soft, gentle pecks, he finally let his lips crush against mine more devastatingly than ever. I held my breath and extended my tits so that they were rubbing across his chest more noticeably. I have a beautiful set of knockers and know just how to use them when the occasion demands.
He let his hand sweep across my beautiful nipples, then permitted it to roam downward till it was rubbing softly against my furry snatch.
He let his tongue finally slip inside my mouth. It ran smoothly against my tongue in brisk strokes. He accentuated the pace, letting his tongue lock consistently against mine.
My fingers began to run up and down the small of his back as our tongues continued to splash with erotic enjoyment against each other.
He suddenly withdrew his tongue from mine. He dramatically stepped up the pace of his cunt massage, using the fingers of one hand to maneuver over my pussy, while the fingers of the other were working on my tits.
All the while my body was swaying with anxiety.
"I need a tongue bath, baby, and I need it bad," I sighed.
"Okay, doll," he nodded, kissing my lips one more time.
"I need a trip around the world," I told him fervently. "Plant that tongue all over me. Make me yours, sweetheart."
My passionate message drove the point home with startling clarity. I was with a man who loved to fuck, and the more unrestrained he became, the better I in turn felt.
After my long period of abstinence stemming from the break-up with Dennis, I needed to come out of the doldrums, and this hot man was just the person to put me back into the ranks of the sexually living.
"Turn your tongue loose on my tits. I want your tongue action," I cried out as he rubbed his chest against my tits.
Determined to please me, he released his tongue, allowing it to travel downward toward my hot boobs. He alternately sucked and nibbled on my breasts and nipples as thrills surged through me.
His legs rubbed briskly against mine as the sucking continued, getting both of us steamed up for bigger and better things, not that tit sucking was all that bad, mind you, particularly with my sexy knockers. I knew that I was pushing ahead in the job sweepstakes, and my smooth, lovely boobs were certainly having a lot to do with it.
"Work your way down to my legs, baby, I want your sucks," I told him. "I want you inside my mound. Keep that busy tongue going. Damned but you can teach me, darling, you really can. You're that good. Suck my snatch, baby. Oh, suck it."
He licked and love bit my stomach as my body began to sway some more, getting me all the more in the groove.
CHAPTER SIX
The longer that the action continued, the more emotionally drawn I felt myself becoming toward Harding's cock.
It made me feel great that as a young girl fresh out of a hick town high school in the mid-West, I could turn this bright, attractive business executive on to such a tremendous degree.
His fingers worked their way smoothly over my creamy ass-cheeks. The hunger within his eyes was mushrooming.
"Now you're just the way I want you," I happily exclaimed. "I want my man to make my lovely little snatch happy. I want your action, baby, and I want it bad. I love you and I want you to go down on my pussy."
He began by licking lightly on the outer edges of my mound. This made me enormously happy, as evidenced by the pleased manner in which my ass-cheeks started rotating. Any time that my buttocks felt inclined to twist and turn, I knew that I was receiving tremendous enjoyment.
"Drive that tongue into me, drive it home," I sighed. "I want it in me, I want it in my snatch, I want you to tickle me between my legs."
He kept up the fervent activity. He began nibbling on my clit, causing my ass to do some quick, nifty corkscrew twists. He stepped up the pace, letting his tongue roam uninhibitedly after the nibbling exercise. He proceeded full speed ahead, and as he did so, I lay there and enjoyed every searing tongue movement that he put forward.
"Slow down a little, baby," I cautioned. "I know you're anxious for my stuff, but I want to make things last a little while. Let's extend the excitement."
Harding immediately got the point. He slowed the pace slightly, even though he was not doing it at a slow level, to say the least. He kept up the speedy crescendo, but now it was in moderation, at a less intense clip. I wanted badly to give things a chance to build in just the right way.
He adjusted himself immediately to the circumstances, slowing down the pace and sucking at a more leisurely clip. I was able to relax ever so slightly, but not to the point where I failed to feel the hot sensations within me. They continued to build, and would do so right up until the time that I climaxed in his mouth.
"How about running a finger up my ass, baby?" I exclaimed. "That always gives me a charge. You're going to see my ass rotating faster than ever if you do that. Do it for me, darling, I love it."
Harding was extremely eager to please me, and immediately I felt the wonderful sensation of his finger probing its way inside my ass with stabbing movements. My ass reacted immediately with clenching predictability. Every time his finger thrust into me a little more deeply, I rotated that much more quickly.
He was turning me on and knew it, and that gave him greater confidence and desire as he continued his pursuit of my blazing pussy.
The tongue worked feverishly, and as it did so, he shoved his finger ever higher into my rosy red rectum.
"I like the double sensations," I chanted. "Keep up the cunt sucking and keep shoving that finger up my ass-hole."
The excitement swept through my entire body, and I was so hot I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasmic liquid for much longer.
"Stay with me, lover, and you'll get a nice liquid surprise," I told him. "I'm going to spray my hot juices in your mouth."
He withdrew his finger cautiously from my ass-hole, then gripped my butt tightly. I liked the way that his fingers authoritatively grabbed a hold of my ass-cheeks and possessed them.
The tongue was traveling at top speed by that point in time. He had accelerated to the greatest extent possible, and now it was just a question of how much more in the way of those beautiful actions I could accept before having to shoot my juices into him.
There was no way he could improve on what he was doing. It was just a question of when the deluge would flow from my fiery nest.
As his tongue slipped consistently inside my cunt, I flared back and forth, meeting his movements with what resembled a hula move. My hips and ass-cheeks were rotating, and I felt the heat building up within me at a tremendous clip.
"This is it," I said breathlessly. Several tongue stabs later the juices spurted out of my pussy and into his waiting mouth. It was a beautiful feeling to release those juices inside him, one that I wouldn't have traded for anything.
Once I finished orgasming, I could begin to concentrate on my handsome lover's sizeable prick.
My eyes focused on the huge bulge between his legs. It was so immense that I knew he needed instant release. On top of that, he was in a fidgety frame. His legs and arms kept moving nervously, and I knew without him having to say a word that he was extra hot and needed to spray his juices.
I figured Harding would like some searing cock preliminaries, so I gratuitously began running my fingers smoothly over the base of his ready-to-explode prick.
As the fingers of my right hand worked diligently over his pecker, I reached out with my left hand and started tickling his balls. I was giving myself a trial run in preparation for what was to follow.
As far as thrills were concerned, I couldn't see anything topping that erotic suck that he gave me. I just hoped that I could hold my own by doing an equivalent job on his big cock.
I worked my fingers with conviction and grace on both his cock and balls, running the fingers in soft, gentle, exploratory movements by getting myself closer to the wild suck that I was then contemplating.
I remembered something that my brother had told me one time when I was sucking him off. He said that if a chick really knows what she is doing, she can get a man a lot more excited during the foreplay than other women could during the real thing.
I had always kept that lesson in the back of my mind, and it was standing me in good stead as I went to work on Harding's prick.
"Are you ready to go into orbit?" I asked teasingly, continuing the fervent finger activity.
"Hell, baby, I've been in orbit ever since I met you, and I'd just as soon stay there."
"If I've got anything to say about it, that's exactly where you're going to stay."
I gave his balls a gentle squeeze to emphasize my point, then began running my tongue over the end of his dick. I concentrated on the nozzle, giving him some good suction, but making certain that I didn't go to work too rapidly on his hard peter. I figured that timing was the thing, and once this man got a sample of the best I had to offer in cocksucking, I would more than-likely get the job that I was seeking. Perhaps I would also get myself a permanent lover.
"You're going to have to start sucking a little faster," he gasped. "As much as I like this, you've got me feeling too impatient. That beautiful naked body of yours, the way you suck, it all is too much for me."
I hit on a bright idea, fondling and sucking alternately on his balls for several strokes. I had a feeling that would drive him into a state of anxiety, and it did.
"Get back to the cock," he gasped. "Play with the balls with your fingers, but, my God, get to work on that prick. I need the sucking, honey, I really need the action bad. I've got to juice in your mouth."
It sounded so sexy when he mentioned juicing in my mouth that it gave me that much more incentive to provide him with the greatest suck possible.
I worked my tongue up and down the full length of his spear. He was boiling inside from the stimulating sucking I was providing, and as my tongue worked its way along the smooth base of his pecker, I reached down with the fingers of both hands and let them go to work over his balls.
"Now you know exactly where it's at," he gasped. "You've got me right where I want to be. Keep that up until I spray, baby, then lap up the cream."
His mention of cream naturally gave me that much more incentive. If there was anything that I liked out of a cocksuck, it was a nice thick load at the end of it, and the better I liked the guy, naturally the more I anticipated the load.
In the case of handsome Harding, I desperately wanted his load. And for that reason, I stepped up the pace of my action. I drove my tongue at the most devastating clip imaginable, bobbing my head like a little girl dunking for apples at a Halloween party.
As I continued lashing away at his prick with my tongue, I steadily maintained the finger action on his balls as well. I liked the smooth, flowing, rhythmic contact of my fingers against his balls, and as I continued to suck on his dick, I observed that his body was trembling more rapidly than ever. It meant that he couldn't withstand the pace much longer. I would soon be receiving his load in my waiting mouth.
I kept up that brilliant one-two combination of the fingers on the balls and mouth on the cock, which, together, drove him out of his mind. The tempo built until there was no more building to do, at which point the status quo was certainly sufficient.
Since I was bobbing and tonguing with everything that I had, there was no way to improve upon the effort. His body twisted and turned as he got set to unleash his cock juices in my mouth.
"I'm getting ready to fuck that beautiful mouth," he proclaimed with a sigh. "You're going to get a beautiful dessert."
His remark caused me to continue pumping every bit as fast as before, generating all the enthusiasm I could muster within me. My heart beat at a steadily accelerating pace. I was looking forward with overpowering eagerness to receiving those droplets of joy juice from his huge dick.
I could see the tension within him reaching a fever pitch. As the itching mounted within his cock and balls, his legs began to tremble.
I got ready for the avalanche, knowing that he would be filling my mouth with his juices.
He heaved a sigh, at which point the stream of white juice spurted out of the end of his hard pecker.
I dug in, doing everything I could to swallow every drop that emanated from his rod.
I succeeded in catching every last drop, and that made me exceptionally happy.
When I released my tongue from his dick, Harding was looking at me and smiling happily.
"You really do know how to give head," he grinned. "If you must know, that was one of the prerequisites I was looking for in the Girl Friday that I want to hire. Of course, it's the kind of thing I can't explain to some kind of frumpy woman at a job agency."
"Obviously not," I laughed.
"But I don't think you're all that surprised, are you?"
"I could tell from the way you were looking at me that you were pretty excited."
"I practically creamed in my shorts just looking at you," he chuckled, reaching out and patting my ass-cheeks.
It did a world of good for my ego to recognize just how far gone this handsome guy was when it came to me. It showed me that I didn't need Dennis as much as I had thought I did.
Soon Harding let his lips clasp once more against mine. It was a frenzied, overpowering kiss, and soon he quickly released his lips from mine.
"You're hired," he laughed. "You've got even more than the girl I was looking for."
"Would you please explain that?"
"Yes. I was looking for somebody super groovy and sexy. You're even better than what I thought I'd get. I can't let you go. Even if you don't know how to take dictation, I'd let you stay."
"That's very nice of you."
"I do think we should come to an understanding now, however. I hope you're not averse to these little fucking sessions after work, however. They do a world of good for my morale."
"They help mine as well," I grinned.
"I hope too that you don't mind putting in overtime now and then. You see, sometimes I'll get to the office a little later, then I'll work later. I'll stop in the evening just long enough to take you out to dinner and maybe check into a hotel and fuck you. Usually it will be just a quickie. This was longer than I would normally take, but, after all, this was an audition."
He chuckled after finishing his comment. I didn't join in the laughter. I preferred to think of our session as holding a little more meaning than a sex audition to establish whether I had what it took to please Harding Scott in bed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that in any disparaging light," he said, observing my displeasure.
"Maybe I am a little more sensitive than I ought to be," I smiled.
"There is one thing I'll have to make crystal clear to you at this point, though. I do hope you understand."
"Go right ahead."
"You see, I am a married man, Brenda. I've been married for better than ten years, and basically it's been a happy marriage."
"Then why the fucking around?"
"That's why it's stayed happy. The one area in which my wife has failed to satisfy me is in bed."
"Then how could you have a happy marriage?"
"My wife is a very lovely, charming woman. She's an excellent entertainer. There's no one in all of Manhattan who can give a better cocktail or dinner party than my wife. As for what happens after the guests go home and we're alone in the same bed, well, not a whole lot happens, even though most people on the outside, except for a few in the office that are in the know, like my partners, think that I've got something just as beautiful in bed. They figure I'm ripping her up with my cock. It's nothing more than an illusion. Sure, I fuck her every now and then, but it's not in the way these people would imagine. It's not the happy jet set marriage it would appear to be. I think now that you see things in perspective. In other words, I don't go wild in bed with my wife the way that I just did with you."
"So that's the basic purpose I'm serving," I nodded, a little sadly.
"Remember, there are no strings attached to this job aside from pleasing me and getting things done in the office," he grinned, running his hand soothingly over my face. "That means that you're on your own as far as obtaining other screws is concerned. I want that understood."
"I understand."
"Do you still want to work for me."
"Yes, I want to work."
"And ball."
"That too."
"Good, then we're in business," he laughed, reaching out and kissing my lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It didn't take me long to learn about Harding Scott's amazing personality.
Late one afternoon, as I was finishing some dictation for him prior to the day's coming to a close, we were interrupted by a telephone call.
"I don't want to take this," he told the telephone girl. "I'm busy with dictation. I've got lots to do."
"It's your wife, sir," the girl told him. "Oh shit," he said disgustedly. "Fine, I'll take it."
His tone changed as he spoke smoothly to his wife. I observed a frown surfacing on his forehead.
"It will have to be tonight? Okay, fine, I'll be there then. Goodbye, dear."
He hung up the phone, then shook his head disgustedly.
"I can't ball you like I want to do tonight," he said sadly. "My wife's sister and her husband are in from Chicago for tonight. They're expecting me home for dinner. Dammit to hell."
"Maybe we can get together tomorrow night," I suggested.
"No. I can't make it then either. I've got a dinner party that I'm giving, or I should say, my wife is giving. She's such an expert at these things. Anyhow, that leaves tomorrow out as well."
"You can always do one of two things," I grinned. "You can fuck your wife, or you can beat your meat."
"There's one other option that you didn't mention. I can fuck you, and I can do it right away."
Harding startled me by jumping out of his swivel chair with great determination, then striding rapidly into the other room.
"Everybody can go home now," he called out.
"But it's only a little after four, Mr. Scott," one of the men reminded him, thinking he had made a mistake.
"Look, dammit, I know what time it is," Harding Scott said with a tone of great impatience. "I've got things to do before going home. There are some relatives at home tonight. You folks have done a good job today. I'll let you go a little early."
"Thank you, Mr. Scott," I heard one of the girls say.
"Think nothing of it, honey. It improves morale, and that's exactely what I'm trying to inject in you."
"Very thoughtful of you, sir," another girl said.
"I'll see you folks in the morning," he told them.
I looked out the crack in the door, observing Harding lighting up a cigarette and taking several puffs as the office cleared out.
As the last person left, I saw Harding sigh with relief. He ground the cigarette into a nearby ashtray, spun on his heels, and walked quickly back into the office.
"Through with dictation," he said impatiently. "I've got other important things on my mind."
He wheeled around and locked the door, then walked toward me.
"Come on over on the convertible sofa," he winked. "You see, a Girl Friday has to be ready for all kinds of situations. And my cock is ready for them too. Hence, I have the convertible sofa."
I stood next to the sofa, watching as he pulled it out.
He drew the drapes shut, then turned and unzipped his trousers.
"Just take a look at that," he showed me his hard dick. "Does my prick look appetizing?"
"Yes, it does."
His hot hands clutched tightly at my swaying hips as he tugged me downwards into the sofa.
With a quick flick of the wrist, Harding began tugging at my panties. He flung them on the carpet, right alongside my blouse, skirt and bra.
He had undressed me so quickly that I was barely aware of what was happening. I could see that when Harding Scott wanted something, particularly when it applied to his hard, throbbing member, he could accomplish it with little difficulty.
We were sprawled out together on the sofa and Harding hadn't even removed his clothing. All he had had time to do, aside from opening his fly, was loosen his tie ever so slightly.
He began the swift onslaught by exploring my curvaceous buttocks with a soft, massaging motion. Both hands were working eagerly toward my buttocks, and as he let them go to work, my whole body swayed rhythmically.
I could tell from the size of his bulging cock, along with his general air of impatience, that Harding wasn't about to do much in the way of fooling around.
He would have that huge pecker sliding inside me very shortly.
The excitement mounted speedily inside Harding and his cheeks began to flush. He swallowed hard, raising his now trembling right hand and delivering a sharp open-handed blow to my left buttock. It landed with a sonic impact of a rifle shot in a wilderness.
Once more Harding lifted his hand, this time making contact with my right buttock. It stung a little, but it was the kind of love sting that I actually liked. It proved conclusively that he was a man, and was dominating me. Maybe women's lib has a few good points, but when it comes to fucking, I prefer the old way any time. I want to be dominated by a hot-blooded, big cocked stud, and with Harding coming on in that manner, I was perfectly contented.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you," he grinned, murmuring softly as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "That's just the way you want to be fucked."
"Drive your prick into me."
"Oh yes, but first I'm going to get some real thrills."
His trembling right index finger pressed its way inside my ass. With a teasing, jerky movement, he tickled my ass till he got the action he wanted-a sensuous wiggle.
Harding chuckled boyishly, a grin filling his reddened face.
"What an ass you've got, beautiful baby," he said. "You've got the cheeks I love to squeeze."
His next move was to apply his tongue to my ass, moving it skillfully inside my ass-hole until he produced wiggles of sensation in me.
He kept up the ass movements for a few strokes, then decided it was time to go on to the main portion of the sex episode. He wanted my cunt, and I could tell by the look of hunger in his eyes.
"Get set, because I'm going to blast away," he gasped. "I want your pussy."
He plunged his hips forward dramatically, then permitted his hard dick to enter my mound.
He planted his prick into me deeply, rotating his hips back and forth and thrusting with everything that he had until he drove the spirited, surging rod ever deeper inside me.
"What a tight snatch," he gasped. "I really love plunging this pecker into you, honey. I love it in your snatch. I love the tight mound."
His fingers roamed first over my ass-cheeks, then worked their way upwards towards by breast.
His fingers dominated me with powerful breast movements. He alternately squeezed and rubbed them, permitting his fingers to work with systematic grace.
All the while his prick continued to plant itself ever deeper inside my pussy. He thrust and drove it into me with overpowering force. He was determined to unleash its juices inside my mound, as quickly as possible.
With spirited determination, he kept up the jolting movements, pushing himself and me along with him ever closer to climax.
I liked his manly thrusts, and regretted that I couldn't be his wife. The first time I had met Harding I had hoped I would some day become Mrs. Scott, not realizing that there was already a Mrs. Scott in existence.
But since I recognized that marriage was now out of the question, I felt that at the very least I could still please him more than his wife, and that gave me some satisfaction. I could fuck with him any time, I could fuck with him regularly, and communicate with him in the most spirited way possible.
He rotated the hips smoothly but speedily as he worked into the final stages of the act.
His fingers were working with great determination over my nipples. He pinched and squeezed them, slamming his pecker forcefully inside my mound.
"You're tight, real tight," he murmured.
As the cock continued working with effective enthusiasm, he slid his tongue forward inside my mouth.
As our tongues converged, my body began to shudder. I recognized that my juices would be exploding in just a matter of seconds.
The body trembling continued, and finally the juices began to explode out of my pussy.
He continued tonguing my mouth, realizing just how close he was to delivering his searing cock juices into my snatch.
He drove the prick forward, slicing his tongue against mine, penetrating inside my mound with everything that he had.
Several strokes later, the hot juices spurted out of his prick.
An exhilarating feeling overcame me as I received the bountiful pleasures attached to his orgasm.
When he released his cock from my mound, he exclaimed happily: "That's what I call a fuck. I'm just sorry we couldn't carry this out all evening."
"I can see you're one man who's not going to be denied," I laughed, climbing to my feet swiftly. "When you want to fuck, you want to fuck."
"I don't usually get this carried away, but looking at you for eight hours in this office is enough to make me horny."
"I look that good to you?" I grinned.
"You certainly do. If I had it to do all over again, I'd marry you. I just thought I'd tell you that."
"I appreciate that."
"But just because we're not married doesn't mean that we can't fuck up a storm any time we feel like it."
"No, I guess not. Even if the office help has to go."
"That was the only way I could do it. That is, and make my wife happy."
"You're making both your wife and your mistress happy," I laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My auspicious beginning with Harding Scott gave me a tremendous advantage over everybody else in the office.
Since I was the only girl he was fucking, it caused a little resentment at first around the girls who suspected what was going on. A number of them would have given their eye teeth to suck Harding's cock or have his juices explode in their pussies.
Soon, however, everything boiled down to normal, and people began to accept me for myself. Namely, as Harding's secretary-mistress.
Things went so smoothly with Harding that I stopped my pursuit of the great American family life. After a while, I almost completely stopped going out with other men, except for an occasional date or a quick bang.
I also found that, compared to Harding, the other men suffered. Sure, I fucked around a little, but none of these guys turned me on the way that Harding did.
At first I would get depressed over the fact that he was married and wasn't about to divorce his wife, but he explained to me one time the complexity of the whole arrangement. For one thing, he said, he would get clobbered if he ever divorced his wife. She would obtain a tremendous settlement, and he would be stripped down to little more than his shorts by the time that she was through. In addition, he needed the marriage to keep up the front as the great father and husband.
So I kind of slid along, taking trips with him to all kinds of places on company business. We would fly to California, Acapulco, San Juan, Miami and other points of interest.
I liked his fucking, I liked the money, and I liked the opportunity to travel, so I fell into a pattern of contentment.
The contentment lasted for about six years. The last two years of my tenure with Harding have been somewhat more difficult, though, due to the fact that I have started to grow somewhat tired of the same old grind, even if it does include trips to enchanting places and more opportunities to screw with Harding than even his wife gets.
In short, I guess you could say I started resenting the limbo of the status I was in. I wanted heaven or hell, I guess, and my life had too much status quo for me.
During this period of emotional turmoil, when I was seeking professional analysis for the first time in my life, my sister Mary informed me that she had to go in for surgery. She had been divorced from her husband for some three years, and he was working in Atlanta, Georgia, far removed from Manhattan.
Since her one and only son, sixteen-year-old Jimmy, was living with her, she was feeling a little leery about going to the hospital.
"I'm getting a little worried about Jimmy," she told me the day before she was slated to go in.
"What's the problem?"
"I have a hunch he's stepping out a lot with girls. Ever since he got that sports car I've seen him bringing a new girl around here every now and then, and I think that's only a small part of it. I get the feeling he's probably having a lot of sex too, and it worries me."
"Remember, you're dealing with the younger generation now," I laughed. "It's not like when we were girls growing up in the mid-West, Mary. These kids do exactly what they want to do. They do things that we'd just sit around and think about."
"I don't want that boy to turn out bad," Mai-y frowned. "He's all I've got."
"Don't worry about him. He's a good, sharp kid. He'll be okay."
"I'm afraid he'll knock some poor girl up. That could ruin his whole life. It would tie him down before he's even ready to go out and explore the world."
"Judging by what you've been saying, he's been doing some exploring," I laughed.
"You don't sympathize with me at all on this," Mary said angrily. "Just because you're your boss' favorite and you're carrying on with him doesn't mean that you should take a blase attitude about Jimmy."
"Please don't go into my personal life with Harding," I snapped back. "That's very personal to me. I confided in you for one reason. I didn't think you were going to throw the details back in my face."
"I'm sorry. That was very uncharitable of me," Mary shook her head. "I'm rattled. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow and all. I'm sorry."
"It's quite all right, Mary. You didn't mean anything by it."
"I just wish that you'd do one thing for me, though. I do trust you. And Jimmy has always admired you. I wish that you'd just kind of look after him while I'm in the hospital. See that he doesn't do anything too foolish. I've smelled liquor on his breath a few times these last few weeks. I'm afraid he's carrying on a lot more than he should."
"I'll go you one better, Mary," I said, hoping to put her at ease. "How about him coming to stay with me while you're in the hospital? Would you like that?"
"I didn't want to suggest it in so many words, but I sure would feel relieved. You're such a sensible girl. I'd love to have you look after him, maybe take him a few places. That would keep him out of mischief."
"Consider it done, Mary."
"Thank you so much," she smiled gratefully.
And there you have it. I was entrusted with taking care of a tall, handsome, aggressive youngster who was finding out all too quickly about the facts of life.
CHAPTER NINE
One night I returned to my Manhattan apartment in a ratty mood.
I had fucked with Harding, but it was a lot shorter than the session that I had hoped for. His wife was entertaining and he had to get home quickly, so he plunged his pecker into my pussy and went off so fast that I could hardly believe it. One second I was blinking my eyes, and the next second he was off.
I was getting damned sick of that kind of fucking. After all, I was an exceptionally beautiful woman, and it pissed me no end that I was expending all my activities on these quickies for Harding.
There were all kinds of guys at the office who were hot to get into my pants, and every time I walked over to the water cooler and bent over it, I observed the appreciative glances in the direction of my legs and ass-cheeks.
I also observed some bulging crotches when I was in the area, which was anything but new, since I've got a fantastic body, but what bugged me was that these guys would never follow up. They wouldn't follow up because they were afraid of Harding and I was so involved with the work at the office, and activities relating to Harding, that I didn't have an opportunity to meet guys on the outside.
A few times I got picked up at bars, but I found the relationships unsatisfying. All the guys I seemed to meet were the kind who were more interested in drinking than in screwing, and, very often, when the spirit was willing, the flesh wasn't. When a guy gets as juiced up as some of the people who were trying to screw me, they can hardly even get their dicks up. They were as limp as washrags, and that was a good way to describe the way I was feeling that night as I walked into the apartment.
I was as limp as a wash rag, limp with disgust. I didn't know whether Jimmy was in or not. The door to the room where he was staying was closed. I hoped that he was doing some studying, as I could see he was getting way behind in school. He didn't seem to give a damn about studying, period. Except in one capacity-sex. He was chasing just about everything in skirts. And I was doing my best to tell him to lay off of them.
I wasn't as prudish as Mary. I could see that the kid needed to get his rocks off every now and then, but enough was enough. He was chasing everybody, including little sluts that weren't fit to shine his shoes. When I told him that, he told me that any chick who could give him a good head job was all right with him.
I walked into my bedroom, quickly getting out of my dress.
It was soggy with perspiration, as it had been kind of a warm day and the air conditioning wasn't working properly in the office suite.
I climbed out of the dress, then undid the straps which held together my bra.
As I examined myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but curse Harding Scott. Here I was, throwing away the best years of my life, years that could be spent in a more permanent association with a man, and instead I was banging the handsome but already married guy who would one day break off his association with me.
I eased out of the bra, jutting my breasts forward and examining them. I ran my fingers over my pink nipples, feeling a sense of pride in how beautiful my tits were. After all, they did measure out to thirty-seven inches, which wasn't bad at all.
My fingers glided down to my panties, and as I reached out to tug at the elastic, I observed how smooth my skin was. It was velvety, just as Harding told me it was. But if he dug me that much, why couldn't the sonofabitch grin and bear it and get a divorce from his wife? That was what I was coming to ask myself with increasing regularity these days.
Something had to give, as I was getting tired of those increasing situations where he would merely stick his prick into me, explode, then get the hell out. I wanted a little more than that from a man, and I really couldn't be blamed for that, considering what I had to offer.
My fingers glided my silky panties down my legs, and as they scraped against my thighs, I thought about how wonderful it would be to be on a deserted island where nobody was around other than Harding. It would be great if I could somehow get shipwrecked with him away from his wife. Then I would have him all to myself.
I slipped out of the panties, then took several steps closer to the mirror. I observed my glistening golden pussy hairs, and thought abouf how Harding, when he had had a little more time for sex, used to reach out and run his finger with scintillating precision over my pubic hairs. I wanted some more of that beautiful attention, and it bugged the hell out of me that I wasn't getting it.
I turned around and walked toward the bathroom. If ever I needed a cold, soothing shower, it was right then and there. There was one thing about it, I could always count on a shower to do two things. To close my pores and to ease my troubled spirit.
I adjusted the shower water so that it was pretty warm in the beginning. I knew I had to open the pores first, then close them with the cold water.
I stepped inside the shower, closing my eyes and luxuriating as it sprayed with great comfort and frequency against my pink nipples.
After I remained in the shower for a few minutes, I switched on the cold water, feeling a tingling sensation as it splashed against my vaginal nest. I liked it whenever my furry triangle came into contact with something smooth, and the water certainly served the purpose for the moment.
Since Harding hadn't had sufficient time to get his cock into my nest, I would have to be satisfied with the shower water for the time being.
As I continued to enjoy the sensation of the water splashing against my body, I thought that I heard footsteps in the distance. I didn't pay too much attention to it, figuring that Jimmy had probably left his room and was planning to watch the television, which he often did in the evening when he wasn't going out to pump some chick.
Actually, I was feeling a little relieved at the prospect he was watching TV, even if it did mean spending time away from his books. At least that way he wasn't fixing to stick his dick into some slut. like his mother, I was always fearing he was going to knock one of these scatterbrains up, creating some problems.
Just as I was about ready to step out of the shower, I heard the door open.
"Damned, but you look good," Jimmy smiled, opening the shower door and looking at me.
Just one look at the big bulge in his trousers gave me the clear indication of where his mind was.
"Shut that door and get out of here," I bellowed.
"Don't get pissed," Jimmy laughed. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Brenda."
"You get out of here before I slap your face. You're drunk."
"Just a little high," he giggled. "I've been smoking some grass in the bedroom."
"So that's why you've been so quiet," I stormed. "That's great. Do you realize I could get arrested as well as you for that little escapade?"
"It would be all right with me, just as long as they put us in the same cell."
"Your mind's in the gutter."
"No, it isn't. It's on your cunt. You know, I could really give you beautiful pleasure, just stepping into that shower with you."
"You get out of here, Jimmy. I mean it."
He giggled as he walked away, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
I figured that I was safe and that my solid rebuff had discouraged him permanently from making any more overt passes at me.
I found out quickly just how foolish my thinking had been. A kid like Jimmy wasn't about to give up that easy.
Once more the shower door opened, and this time I observed a naked Jimmy standing before me.
I've got to admit that he did look handsome, and since it was the first time I'd ever seen him naked, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed.
Naturally the thing that overwhelmed me first and foremost was his hard prick, which was dangling out between his legs. Every now and then he would stroke on it, just about the way a young boy would pet his cat.
His body was slim, his muscles firm, and as I examined his frame, I couldn't help but get excited. It burned me up, since I wanted to tell him to go straight to hell. I had to do my best by my sister Mary, who had told me that she was counting heavily on me to instill a little sense in the boy. But here he was stroking his prick just a few inches away from me, and I was becoming more enchanted every minute.
"Now I'm going to join you," he declared.
Without waiting for me to say a solitary word, Jimmy climbed into the shower with me, closing the door behind him.
The next thing I knew, he had his strong arms around my body. His arms encircled me and his lips crushed against mine.
Our lips crashed together with devastating excitement. And as they remained fervently locked, he reached around behind me and began playing with my buttocks.
I must say it was quite a double sensation, getting the steady stream of water pelting against my hot ass-cheeks while his fingers were clutching them fervently.
After he released his lips from mine, he flipped his tongue inside my mouth.
Back and forth our tongues collided, and all the while my resistance was leaving me. I would give in to him completely, and knew it down deep at that point, which bothered me somewhat. But what the hell could I do when this handsome young man was overpowering me sexually and making such a good impression on my sex hungry body.
As his tongue continued to splash against mine, Jimmy reached out and grabbed a bar of soap. He took the soap bar and thrust it into my ass, providing me with all kinds of stimulating movements.
I rotated my ass-cheeks back and forth, becoming enchanted by the level of contact he was providing for me.
He would thrust the soap bar forward into my ass-hole, then quickly withdraw it. He repeated those same movements time and again, causing me to become all the more overwhelmed in the process.
After the soap bar had attacked my ass-hole for several minutes, he released it, allowing it to move upward toward my breast. He did a magnificent job on my tits, removing his tongue from my mouth as he did so.
"You like the tit action?" he chuckled.
"Yes, the whole thing is a mistake. It might feel good to us now, but it's going to be a nightmare in the final analysis."
"Bullshit. You've got to let yourself go," he told me. "That's the only way to live in this screwed-up world."
The longer he permitted the soap to collide with my breasts and nipples, the better I felt about everything.
He was making me hot all over. By the time he finally released the soap from my tits my pussy was ready to explode.
He reached out and shut off the shower water.
"I get to dry you off now," he laughed. "That will be a real blast."
He exited the shower, waiting for me to get out.
I had no sooner set one foot on the ground than he was there with the towel, wrapping it around my body and quickly drying me off.
I enjoyed the brisk movements that he supplied my breasts, running the towel over them with sweeping movements.
"You've got tits that won't quit," he laughed. "You don't know how many nights I've stayed up just thinking of touching them."
"You're putting me on."
"Oh no. I've wanted you for a long time, Brenda honey."
Once he finished with my breasts, he worked the towel over to my ass-cheeks. He let the towel collide with my white globes of ass flesh as he got all the more excited about what was happening. He now recognized that he stood on the threshold of fucking me, and it was really getting to him in any number of ways. I could tell by the way his body was trembling just how excited he was about the prospect of tackling me in bed.
In addition, his eyes danced up and down my body, focusing on my tits for a while, then dropping down to my vee-shaped triangle.
He finished drying me off, then exclaimed: "Let's go in your bedroom and fuck."
CHAPTER TEN
The longer that Jimmy's hot hands worked over my nipples, the swifter my body rotated.
I was lying beneath him on my bed. His legs were touching mine and I felt surges of sexual excitement shoot through my entire body.
Back and forth he kept up the steady finger movements. He toyed with my nipples enthusiastically, then slipped his tongue once more into my mouth.
It was an even more resounding French kiss than the one that we had exchanged in the shower as the water was pelting against my body.
While his tongue was eagerly massaging itself inside my mouth, he reached down with his right hand, finding my golden fur patch and tickling my already moist cunt petals.
He released his tongue swiftly from my mouth.
"Hey, you're already moist down there in your slit," he laughed. "That means I've gotten something accomplished with all this action. You're getting hot, baby, and I really love this."
"Just keep running those fingers over my mound and you're going to find out just how hot I can get."
"I'll have to work my tongue around in that snatch. I bet you love attention in that love pit."
"I don't call it my passion pit for nothing," I giggled.
"It will be a passionate pit by the time I get through with it. I've got the best set of hands of any guy in school. I've tickled more slits than any of them, I'll tell you that. I like nothing better than taking my fingertips and running them along a gal's wet hair. Yours are nice and dewy, and that turns me on all the more. I just love reaching out and touching them."
"Go ahead and keep up the beautiful action, baby. I really want it."
He maneuvered his fingers skillfully around my nest, extending the movements to my pink vaginal walls.
The more personal he got, the better I naturally liked it. He alternately worked around my pussy hairs and snatch, and occasionally he would slip his tongue into my mouth and engage in another stimulating French kiss.
From the way Jimmy was going to town with the preliminaries, I could just imagine what it was going to be like when he finally slipped his pecker into me.
I got so turned on from the way that he was letting the fingers of his right hand work around my snatch, that I had to return the favor. I reached out and touched the tip of his cock.
"That's it, finger my dick," he said. "Let's engage in a mutual jerk, baby. I think we ought to keep it up until we're both on the verge of climax. Then we can go to it sixty-nine style."
"You really sound like you've been around."
"I have. I'm the best muff diver at school."
"You're really proud of yourself as a cock and tongue man."
"Just ask for references, baby. Any one of a number of girls will give them to you."
"I don't need any references. You've already proven your worth. Just keep those fingers in my nest. You don't need to talk. Action is what I want."
"Right on. Work the fingers around my prick, baby. I really want that prick action."
Back and forth we exchanged scintillating finger action, and as it continued our bodies twisted and turned uncontrollably.
The sweat was surfacing on my forehead from the brilliant sexual excitement he was providing with his devastating finger activities.
As he continued manipulating his fingers over my nest, I worked my fingers with dramatic enthusiasm up and down the length of his entire rod.
The fingers slid with passionate zeal, and every time that they touched the warm base of his prick, it made me feel that much better. This wasn't one of these quickie sessions that I'd been having with Harding. This was a bona fide screwing session, one in which both parties let themselves go to the fullest.
I had waited long enough for something of this magnitude, and now it was happening, I wasn't about to do anything that would in any way diminish the level of the activity that was taking place in my bed.
The bedsprings began to jangle from all the activity in which we were participating. His fingers had applied themselves with such diligence that I found myself on the verge of orgasm.
"My pussy is about to shoot," I gasped.
"Then maybe I'd better go down and eat it."
"Eat my snatch, darling! I want it," I said dramatically, my heart beginning to pound with nervous anticipation.
I watched as he dove down toward my box. His fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around my thighs, parting my legs eagerly.
He started out by nibbling on my clit, and every time that his teeth would gently massage my love button, my whole body would come un-glued.
"It's too much, darling! Oh, do you ever know how to massage my clitoris," I said. "You can only keep that up for so long. Then I know I've got to shoot. You've got to suck me, baby. You've got to suck my snatch and eat my juices. Eat my hot pussy juices, baby. You're going to love it, honey. You're really going to love it."
He released his teeth from my mound, then let his tongue go to work on my snatch.
The tongue frenziedly worked over my box, and as it did so, he turned his fingers loose on my ass-cheeks.
If you don't think that I was in seventh heaven from the cumulative energies of his tongue and his fingers, then you have another think coming. And speaking of coming, that's precisely where I was headed, and I knew it wouldn't take me very long.
The tongue slashed repeatedly at my box, pushing and plunging as he pinched my buttocks.
I liked the devastating manner in which everything was happening. And we were moving spiritedly toward the ultimate finale, that point at which I would be releasing my juicy, womanly nectar into his mouth.
"Are you going to get fucked in that mouth of yours," I chuckled. "Go after it, honey. Go after the pussy juice. It's going to spurt, baby, in all its delicious glory."
He maneuvered his fingers from my ass-cheeks to my tits. His fingers worked skillfully around my nipples once more. He loved the nipple action and the longer that his fingers found the mark, the more excited I became.
"Eat it, eat it, eat it," I sighed.
A few significant strokes later, I came so un-glued that there was no turning back. At that juncture, the juices spurted out of my pussy and into his mouth.
He pinched my nipples as the juices unfurled from my love pit and into his mouth.
"Can you ever eat," I gasped. "Can you ever suck."
He no sooner released his tongue from my mound than he was ready to make a request.
"Suck my cock," he said. "I wanted to do it sixty-nine style, but I got carried away. I'll go back to your box, baby, because I think you can shoot again. But I sure as hell need to get my pistol off."
"I want to eat it. I want to eat those gobs of thick, juicy sperm. I'll bet you're really a stud when you shoot that prick of yours off, aren't you?"
"You'd better believe it. But you'll have to experience it for yourself."
"I live to experience that."
I slid my tongue over the end of his cock, massaging the very tip of it. As I did so, I let my fingers roam over his cock and balls.
Back and forth I kept up the steady movement, and as I did so, I felt the tingling sensations of his tongue working relentlessly once more against my moist pussy.
Since he had caused me to explode once, that seemed to give him that much more confidence and determination to eat another load of my pussy juice.
Since he was providing me with such stimulating sucking, it was naturally that much more simple for me to work my tongue up and down his rod.
Soon the tongue was sliding down the entire length of his pole, and as it did so I played with his balls. The testicles bulged, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be receiving the treat that I had been anticipating, that of his creamy, white juice spilling into my open mouth.
I couldn't withstand his pace, shooting for the second time in rapid succession.
As my body quivered and the juices were being released from my mound, I let my head bob up and down as I went after his load.
He released his tongue from my pussy and exclaimed:
"Suck it off, suck it out of there, baby. I want to spill it in you."
That was all the impetus I needed. Several strokes later, as I stroked his balls, I felt the hot white gobs of juice spilling out of the end of his huge prick and into my mouth.
It was a tremendous thrill for me to finally receive his load after working systematically on his cock with that objective in mind.
Maybe I was flipping out of my gourd having sex with my own nephew, but it happened to be the most beautiful experience in my life. There were no strings attached, no hang-ups, and we went at it strictly for fun.
I liked the fact that there were no bonds between us at all, except for the fact that we were related. We weren't trying to impress one another. We just wanted to fuck.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was one night later, and I had spent most of my time thinking about what had happened between me and Jimmy.
I kept thinking all day about the skillful way that he had balled me and how much I had enjoyed it, but I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for doing something that would have made my sister Mary absolutely flip.
She had entrusted Jimmy with me so that I could watch over him and do my best to prevent excesses. Instead, I had yielded to an overpowering urge and had had brisk sex with him.
Harding mentioned something about getting together the following night for sex, but I recognized how things had been going in that direction. I figured it would be a quickie in a little motel room, then he'd be off to his wife and kids.
I felt tired as I opened the door of the apartment and walked inside the apartment. I had put in a little overtime, and on top of that I'd had very little sleep the night before. I had tossed and turned thinking about the sex interlude with Jimmy.
As I entered the house, I heard noises coming from Jimmy's bedroom. There was the kind of grinding sounds one would associate with sex, so you can be damned sure I was quick to investigate. I'd told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't to bring young women around to my place, and up to that point, to the best of my knowledge, he had complied with my request.
I decided to open the door ever so slowly, and as I did so, I really got myself an eyeful.
A gorgeous brunette, who appeared to be in her early twenties, was standing on Jimmy's bed with her legs spread.
I could see her black pubic bush as she leaned her naked body forward, allowing a similarly naked Jimmy to lick her snatch.
She stood with legs firmly spread, and as he began to lick with greater earnestness, her legs quivered ever so slightly.
I had to admit she had a beautiful body. She was tall, better than five-eight, I estimated, and her hips and legs were as sensuous as anyone could possibly ask for.
I couldn't see her breasts, as her buttocks were pointed toward me, since she had dramatically twisted her body, but the quick glimpse I received of them gave me the impression that she was bountifully endowed in the mammary department as well.
I could see from the skillful way in which she ground her hips back and forth that she was accustomed to having men take care of her pussy in just the right way.
Jimmy remained sprawled on his back, continuing to glide his tongue effervescently against her black pubic mound.
The longer and faster that he manipulated his tongue, the more impressed she became with all that was happening.
"Keep up that sucking," she exclaimed. "I really love what you're doing, sweetheart. Drive that tongue in there, into my box. Come on and suck it, baby, I love the suck. Keep driving the tongue in my box."
Her legs began twisting and turning more dramatically than before, and as Jimmy kept up his fervent tongue stroking, I could see that it wouldn't be long before she would be juicing in his mouth.
I had initially intended on bursting in on them, but watching the fascinating sight before my eyes was just too much for me. It had an hypnotic effect, and I knew that I would have to watch more of their sex activities before I could even conceive of breaking in on them.
Strange titillating sensations went through me as I observed those smooth globes of ass flesh twisting and turning with every thrusting stroke that Jimmy's eager tongue mustered on her snatch.
"Keep grinding, honey, keep the tongue in my box," she exclaimed. "I'm just about there, doll. You're going to get that juice that you're waiting for. Come on, honey, keep the tongue working."
Several fiery strokes later, the girl's body began to tremble more noticeably than before. At that juncture, Jimmy reached out and ran his fingers over her buttocks. As they glided over the smooth, creamy flesh, the juice apparently began to spurt out of her.
She then dramatically twisted her buttocks, and Jimmy in turn moved his tongue ever so slightly. I could then see the droplets of juice dribbling from her invigorated snatch and into his mouth.
"Eat the delicious pussy," she sighed, running her fingers smoothly through his hair. "Keep munching, darling, munch on that box."
He removed his tongue from her snatch and, as he did so, he looked at the beautiful brunette and grinned:
"Since I gave my tongue a work-out, it's time to get my prick moving."
"How do you want it today, baby?"
"I want to plunge it into your ass-hole."
"Oh my, aren't we being provocative?" she chuckled.
"I can't help but feel provocative around the-likes of you."
"Oh, Jimmy."
The girl threw her arms fondly around Jimmy, letting her lips crash eagerly against his.
As she released the lips, he exclaimed: "Edna honey, I need it. The cock needs immediate stimulation."
"Then pump it into me."
"You'd better believe it I will."
I watched as his fingers glided eagerly over her ass-cheeks. He was running them smoothly over her warm crevices of flesh, then he would pinch the ass-cheeks ever so daintily.
The steady finger movements that he applied got Edna in a festive mood. Her hips began swinging with swift, precision movements, like those of a dancer. As she kept up the well-timed movements, he moved his cock forward, ready to commence his onslaught inside her ass-hole.
I watched as Jimmy reached out and grabbed hold of her thighs. He squeezed them gingerly several times, then moved his fingers downwards toward her ankles.
He gripped the ankles firmly, thrusting her legs upward until they came into contact with his shoulders.
As her legs sat perched on Jimmy's shoulders, he got set to penetrate her with his sizzling dick.
Jimmy heaved a sigh, then pushed his big cock forward, ready to permit his spear to enter inside her.
"Oh, I want inside your ass," he chuckled.
"Please feel free to enter."
"This is going to be wild. The best ass fuck we've ever had."
"I really like the way you stick that dagger into me, baby. Come on and knife me with it. Pierce me with that prick. Plunge it in my ass-hole."
Jimmy kept on letting his cock surge forward. Soon it was plunging inside her ass-hole.
The first time he entered her it was with a swift, short penetrating movement. He wanted to make certain that things accelerated, but purely on a gradual scale.
He drove the prick forward eagerly, plunging it into her, quickly picking up steam. I could tell from his movements that Jimmy was certainly in no mood to waste any time. He had to get his rocks off fast, in order to satisfy the torrid urges within him.
He kept up the steady pace, pushing that big spear into her with increasing depth. I couldn't help but feel a little curious to know what it would be like to get a rock-hard instrument like Jimmy's bulging cock plunging inside my ass. I could see that Edna was holding up beautifully under it, and I watched as she skillfully rotated her ass-cheeks back and forth to catch every thrust that was generated in her direction.
I watched her close her eyes, then smile ecstatically as he kept up his spirited pace, forcing his cock ever deeper into her ass-hole.
"All the way into my rectum, honey. Fuck me good and hard," she said. "I don't want you to let up, sweetheart. Push and plunge that thing. I want you to spear me, spear me, fuck me, plunge me. Oh, drive that dagger into me. Plunge it in there, into my ass."
Jimmy was manipulating his bulging dick into the final stages of the act, and as he arrived closer to the point of orgasm, he permitted his fingers to slip from her ass-cheeks down to her thighs.
He would maneuver the fingers around the ass, then around her curvaceous thighs, continuing to feel the hot urges within him.
His face reddened, and his legs trembled ever so slightly as he pushed into the last phases of the act. I could tell how overjoyed he was at the prospect of fucking Edna's ass-hole, and it was easy to see that he was receiving the kinds of tight sensations he told me he craved.
"Just keep going," Edna gasped. "Keep the pressure building inside my ass-hole, darling. You really know how to manipulate your dick."
Several hot thrusts later, Jimmy was unable to control his impulses any longer.
With a new burst of energy, he thrust his pecker into her more devastatingly than ever.
The bed began to rock from the accelerated pressure Jimmy was putting forth with his prick, which he wielded with devastating impact, cutting it high into her ass-hole, enjoyed every hot, dagger-like thrust he put forward.
"I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed.
I watched the first few droplets of orgasmic liquid spurt out of Jimmy's prick, and as he began to juice, he moved his fingers from her thighs back to her ass-cheeks.
I watched him firmly squeeze the folds of buttocks flesh, doing so until they began to turn pale from the pressure applied by his fingers.
The juices continued to spurt until he had unleashed every last drop. He then removed his prick from her ass-hole.
"Damned, but I need a rest," he laughed after releasing his dick from her ass-hole.
"That deserves a kiss," she smiled.
I watched as the two enthusiastic love birds exchanged another brisk lip kiss.
I then realized that it was time for me to make my entrance, if I was going to make one at all.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I stormed red faced into the bedroom, catching Jimmy and Edna in the act as they embraced.
"I see you kept your promise, Jimmy," I stormed.
"Who is this gorgeous chick?" Edna looked over at me, then at Jimmy.
"This is my Aunt Brenda," Jimmy said. "Brenda, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Edna Todd."
"My pleasure," Edna smiled, continuing to eye me approvingly.
"I don't know what you two have on your dirty little minds, but you just get right out of this room," I exclaimed.
"Don't come on like a saint or something, honey," Edna said. "You know that you banged Jimmy last night."
"So you had to tell her," I turned on Jimmy. "Not only do you break a promise. You have to even tell your girlfriend that you were making out with your aunt."
"With such a good looking aunt, I don't blame you," Edna said to Jimmy.
"What's your bag, anyway?" I looked at Edna with irritation.
"It's quite simple," Edna smiled, keeping her cool through it all. "My bag is sex. I dig it both ways, with men and women."
"Congratulations," I said.
But as I made my sarcastic exclamation, some tingles of excitement fluttered through my body. I was actually impressed over the fact that lovely Edna was attracted to me.
"You've never had sex with a chick?" Edna asked.
"I certainly haven't. I'm not a pervert."
"Don't be talking that doom talk," Edna said. "That's the way that these nitwits that don't know the first thing about lovemaking talk. Honey, you can have fun either way, with a guy or with chicks. If you haven't balled a chick, then you've really been missing something."
"I didn't really lie," Jimmy chimed in, coming to his own defense.
"What would you call it them?" I pressed, still perturbed.
"I figured that my promise was inoperative after we had sex. I figured that cancelled it out."
"I still didn't want you to have sex with other girls here."
"You mean you want to keep Jimmy to yourself?" Edna grinned. "Considering how cute he is, and how big his cock is, I really don't blame you."
"I wasn't thinking of that at all," I shot back. "I was thinking of just one thing. What a fool I made of myself, and I don't feel any better about the fact that Jimmy has been blabbing around."
"I only told her," Jimmy said, "and she won't tell anybody."
"Nonetheless, you've been blabbing. She knows, and I don't know her at all."
"She's one helluva sharp chick," Jimmy grinned. "Just look at her beautiful body. If you let yourself go you could really have fun balling her, Brenda."
"I'm not interested."
"I think you are. You're just trying to con yourself into thinking that," Edna chuckled.
"You see, Edna is one of the best topless dancers in Manhattan," Jimmy said. "She picked me up one day in her Corvette while I was hitchhiking home from school. She took me to her apartment and we balled."
"Do you like balling with guys that young, Edna?" I asked, realizing as soon as the words were out of my mouth just how stupid I'd been to make such a comment.
I wasn't in any position to talk, considering the hot session I had had with my nephew the night before.
"Sure I do," she exclaimed. "Just as long as they've got nice, hard dicks and they know how to use them. Apparently you dug it too when you had Jimmy last night."
"I realized the extent of my mistake. I'm not going to make the same mistake again," I declared.
"You really do need a little straightening out, honey, and you should let Psychiatrist Edna help you out."
"What can you do to help me?"
"I can make you real happy," Edna winked.
At that point Edna startled me by jumping up from the bed.
I saw those huge, beautiful boobs moving in my direction, and soon they were pressing against the front of my blouse.
"You must love that stimulation," Edna sighed. "Sure you do."
Back and forth she let her breasts converge against mine, and I had to admit that after I began to get used to the body contact, I loved it. There was something great about the way her firm, lovely breasts pressed against my body.
She reached out and quickly undid the buttons on my blouse. Before I was really aware of what was happening, she removed the blouse and plunged her lips forward, letting them come into spirited contact with my own.
Soon my whole body gave way and my knees began to knock. I was alive with sensations and fearful at the very same time. I was fearful about embarking on a Lesbian relationship, something that had never even entered my mind up to that point, but there was no denying the fact that I was strongly attracted to this beautiful, uninhibited topless dancer.
She slid her arms around my body, pressing my breasts against hers.
Once she released her lips from mine, she reached back and undid my bra strap, letting my bra fall to the floor, then fondling my breasts with her fingers.
"You've got beautiful boobs, honey," she sighed. "They're almost as big as mine. Oh, I love these nice boobs. That flesh is so firm, I love touching it."
She touched my breasts firmly with her fingers for several seconds, then glided my body downward into the bed.
Her talented fingers next went to work on my skirt, which she unzipped quickly.
"I've got to get you out of this," she exclaimed. "I've got to take off the skirt, then pull off your panties. I've got to see your beautiful mound, baby. I'm going to give you plenty of attention there. You'll love it when my tongue goes to work on your snatch."
"Sock it to her, Edna baby," Jimmy encouraged.
My precocious nephew was standing next to the bed, jerking up and down on his throbbing prick with his right hand.
"There's nothing I dig more than seeing two broads make it," he laughed, then adding: "Except, of course, banging one or both of them myself."
Jimmy had a wide smile on his face as he watched the unfolding activities on the bed.
The longer that Edna worked her fingers around my body, the hotter I became. I was feeling the sensations in my loins, and between my legs my cunt was catching fire awfully fast.
She quickly removed the skirt, then went after my panties.
"I dig these silky white panties," she chuckled. "I'm going to get them off, then suck your ass-hole. I know you could use a fantastic rim job."
By that point in time I stopped protesting. I was too far gone along the road to tremendous sexual satisfaction.
The fingers glided smoothly down my legs, and as she pulled off the panties, I could see the anxiety written across her entire face. She obviously wanted me, and wanted me bad.
"I'm going to give your ass a suck that you won't forget," she said.
Her fingers worked steadily around my thighs, and as she moved her tongue forward, my whole body quivered with anticipation. I knew that I was going to receive some great thrills from her tongue, and once she began allowing her tongue to come into initial contact with my ass-hole, I was quickly sent reeling into a state of undeniable splendor.
She kept her fingers working. She would be fascinated by my legs for a short period of time, then would work the fingers upward toward my breasts. I liked the way that she would twist my nipples. I had the definite impression that she had had a high number of affairs, both with men and women.
The tongue continued to bury itself deep inside my ass-hole. As she finished twisting her fingers around my nipples, she let the fingers of her right hand move smoothly downward toward my nest.
She ran her fingers soothingly over my blonde pubic hairs, and as she did so, my hips rotated back and forth in dramatic response to her movements.
"That's where it's at," I gasped. "You're really giving me the sensations now, honey. Oh, I love the ass sucking and I love the finger fucking too. I really love what you're doing to my cunt."
Jimmy had one of those I-told-you-so smiles spread across his face as he watched his lover Edna give me the once-over with her tongue and fingers at the same time. I must say that I couldn't withstand too much of that pace, that is, without shooting quickly.
Edna kept up the ass sucking for quite some time, then quickly released her tongue from my anus.
"I'm going to suck your cunt," she said with determination.
Her fingers began fondling my ass-cheeks as she dropped her head down between my legs, tackling my snatch.
With stirring zeal her tongue dueled my clitoris. She recognized that the way to get me steamed up was to allow her tongue to manipulate speedily and freely around my love button, and a few hot strokes later she had me gasping and reeling, barely able to breathe.
"Keep sucking her cunt," Jimmy called out. "You're really making a convert out of her, baby. She'll never say anything against girl sex now."
I had to silently admit to myself that my nephew was right. As Edna permitted that tongue to twist and thrust with great speed against my box, I felt a burst of enthusiasm shoot through my entire body.
The tongue twisted magnificently against my mound, and she had me right where she wanted me, on the verge of orgasm.
The tongue continued to twist resplendently over my twat and Jimmy was now actively jerking his prick so hard and fast by the side of the bed that it appeared he was about set to shoot.
"Suck out every drop of her delicious juice, Edna baby," Jimmy laughed. "You two chicks are really something else. What a team you make."
As Edna settled into her last few strokes, she reached out and ran her fingers over my boobs several more times. By that point in the sucking session my body was twisting and turning to such an extent that I knew I couldn't withstand much more in the way of her kind of wild, uninhibited pleasure.
A few seconds later, I juiced, and as I did so I watched Edna hungrily attack my pussy, going after the spurts of her efforts.
"That's it, Edna. You did a beautiful job," Jimmy said.
Once Edna withdrew her tongue from my mound, I was astounded at the fact that she was still extra horny.
She reached out and slipped her tongue inside my mouth, flipping it eagerly against mine. Her fingers resolutely tugged at my nipples as tongue meshed with tongue.
As she released her tongue from mine, she reached down with her right hand and began playing with my snatch.
"I like snatches when they're nice and gooey," she laughed. "And I like it even better when I realize I've been responsible for the goo."
"You never quit," I gasped.
"Not when I'm in the presence of a beautiful woman like you. I've made every gal that I ever wanted to at the club where I work."
"And you should have seen the knock-outs that she took to bed," Jimmy smiled. "She let me bang a few of them too."
"Naturally. Most of them are like me. They go both ways. They don't want to confine their pleasures to one orbit."
Her message was beginning to sink in, and the longer that she exercised her fingers diligently around my pussy, the more convincing the message became.
"Reach out and play with my snatch," Edna said. "Come on and tackle my fur patch, baby. I want you to let the fingers move on my love nest."
I reached out and played with her black pussy hairs. I ran my fingers over them soothingly several times, then found out just how eager I was to play with her vagina.
My fingers dug into her vaginal walls, and soon she began to moisten noticeably.
"That's what I call finger action," Edna laughed. "Work them a little faster, honey. Dig those fingers deep into my twat. I just love that kind of beautiful action. Keep those sensations coming, baby."
Soon we were matching each other in frenzied activity, working the fingers ambitiously as we pushed one another toward climax.
I couldn't believe how much fun I was having running my fingers over her lovely snatch, and every time that I observed her buttocks flipping from side to side it became all that much more apparent to me why scores of horny men would pay money at a bar to see somebody like Edna dance.
I hadn't had anything to drink, and that amazed me even more, considering the fact that I was doing all that I was. After all, alcohol would have been an excuse, or maybe a cop-out in the event I was going to go so far as to run my fingers over a gal's moist pussy.
But I didn't have that excuse. I was going to have to just face the facts squarely; I enjoyed running my fingers over her snatch, and that was clearly that.
We kept up the burning movements, and now I was moving that much closer to climax.
"The finger action is better than I ever thought it could be," I told her frankly. "It is fun to run your fingers around a gal's snatch while she is doing the same thing to you."
"You're getting ready to juice again, aren't you?"
"I sure am."
"Then let's sixty-nine."
She plunged her tongue downward, letting it enter my mound. As she splashed the tongue back and forth, I got the stimulating urge to do the same thing to her.
Without bothering to explore the ramifications of it all, I worked my head down between her legs, plunging my tongue against her box.
I slid the tongue slowly at first, still a bit wary about what I had undertaken. After all, I had never even thought about doing this before, and now that I had the beautiful pussy in front of me, I had to learn just the right stroke technique.
She resorted to nibbling on my clitoris, and as her teeth went to work with searing impact I decided that I would do the same thing to her.
We exchanged nibbles for several startling seconds, after which she went back to the sucking, stepping up the pace of the strokes.
By the time that I returned to the sucking action, I felt like I was experienced enough to cut loose and move my tongue in the same spirited, unrestrained manner in which she was utilizing hers on my nest.
Jimmy once more was thrown into a state of passionate ecstasy watching our asses twist and turn as we exchanged torrid sucks.
Jimmy ceased his jerking activities, watching us with great interest as we worked into the final stages preceding climax.
"Keep those cute asses twisting," he chuckled. "You two beauties are something else under the sheets. Come on and suck, girls, give each other plenty of kicks. Come on and suck, you gorgeous chicks."
Several strokes later, I received my first taste of pussy.
At that startling moment of impact, I found myself juicing as well, and the two of us went to work resolutely devouring every drop that we were shooting.
Edna collapsed next to me after finishing her suck. She threw her arms around me.
"Didn't I tell you it would be beautiful?" she said softly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jimmy stood before us with one of his familiar erections.
The longer I looked at his massive cock, the more excited I became concerning the possibility for more action.
The way that I had performed with Edna absolutely shocked me. I'd fallen into the act of lovemaking with a girl without that much difficulty, and furthermore, I completely enjoyed it.
Edna had a hypnotic way of wiggling her cute little butt, and once I got a sample of her cute cunt I couldn't control myself.
Jimmy eased his anxiety-ridden frame into bed with us.
"I want your ass," he looked at Edna and winked, reaching out and patting her ass-cheeks playfully.
"You always did dig my ass-hole, didn't you?" Edna smiled.
"Yes, I did. You're one chick who doesn't have any hang-ups. I can ram it between your buns, baby, and do I ever love it."
"Make love to me, darling," Edna said, throwing her arms around Jimmy.
Jimmy's lips plunged fervently against hers. The lips remained frozen against one another for several seconds, after which Jimmy released his lips from hers.
"Let's fuck," Jimmy said.
"That's what I came over here for."
"Those guys that watch you in that bar. They're all mentally fucking you. They'd all like to be where I am right now."
"See how lucky you are," she chortled.
He leaned forward, allowing his fingers to pry ever so smoothly around her buttocks.
He reached out and squeezed her ass-cheeks several times, then got set to plunge his resolute cock forward.
"I want in that ass-hole," he exclaimed.
Jimmy reached out and grabbed both of Edna's legs, hurling them upward towards his shoulders.
He balanced her legs on his shoulders, then got set to unleash his prick for the first time.
I watched the first dramatic thrust, and I couldn't help but be impressed over the way that
Jimmy was entering Edna's ass-hole.
Sodomy was always something that had turned me off, but there was something enormously fascinating about the way he applied his cock to her anus.
The first few times he plunged the prick forward, he did so with slow, soothing grace. As he kept up the rhythm, plunging his penis ever deeper into her ass-hole, he reached out and ran his fingers over her breasts.
As the hot rhythm continued to accelerate, Edna allowed her hips to rotate in dramatic response to his movements.
"What an ass I'm fucking," he laughed.
"What a cock I'm getting."
"I sure wish you'd get into the act, baby," Jimmy looked over at me and smiled.
"Yes, you've just been sitting there on the edge of the bed," Edna nodded. "While I'm getting his cock up my ass, I'd sure like to see you go to work on my cunt."
"That would be great," Jimmy nodded, plunging his prick forward inside Edna's ass. "While all that beautiful fucking is going on, get down there between her legs and suck her twat."
I had to admit the idea was intriguing. It would be a great form of double pleasure for beautiful Edna to be receiving consistently, and to be getting some smooth tongue sensations inside her box.
With resolute skill I went to work, working my tongue spiritedly around her flaming box.
Back and forth I kept the tongue probing systematically, and as I did so, Jimmy seemed to immediately step up the pace of his fucking.
With blistering skill and determination, he stuffed his prick deep inside her ass-hole. Edna was reeling with sensation, enjoying every stroke that his cock put forward, and every thrusting movement that my tongue provided.
"Suck my snatch, fuck my ass," Edna laughed. "I love the sensations. I'm going out of my mind with passion. Just keep it up, kids, keep slamming the pecker, keep working the tongue."
My tongue kept making its way over her hot slit, and as the fervent action continued, Jimmy plunged his prick ever more convincingly up his lover's ass-hole.
I knew that the action couldn't last much longer since Jimmy was giving it all he had and was plunging his pecker as high into her ass as it would go.
Several seconds later, the hot white spurts of juice came oozing out of the end of Jimmy's long dagger-like rod.
"I'm shooting in your ass, and I love every bit of it," Jimmy grinned. "Do I ever love to cream inside you, baby."
"That feels so good," she sighed. "Now I'm close to shooting. Come on and keep sucking, Brenda baby. Work that tongue of yours, work the tongue, drive it into my box. Now you're doing it. You're really pushing that thing around. Keep plunging it, keep pushing it, I've got to explode."
Several seconds later Edna's body quivered, at which point the juices shot out of her box and into my waiting mouth.
If anything, this most recent load even made me feel better than its predecessor. I grabbed up every delicious drop, then released my tongue from her box.
Once I looked over in Jimmy's direction, I was astounded to observe him jerking up and down on his peter.
"All right, Aunt Brenda, you're next," he chuckled. "Reach out and play with my prick."
"Are you ever one over-sexed character," I chuckled.
"That's why I love Jimmy," Edna smiled. "He's got a real machine gun cock."
"I think of it more as a repeater rifle," Jimmy smiled.
"Yes, and one that repeats very often," Edna exclaimed.
"Reach out and grab my prick," Jimmy repeated. "Come on Aunt Brenda."
"Just don't call me Aunt Brenda," I corrected crisply. "It makes me feel guilty."
"Nothing should ever make you feel guilty, baby, when it comes to fucking," Edna said. "It's the greatest thing in the world."
"I know," I nodded, "but the big problem is that I can't help but feel a little guilty in Jimmy's case. After all, he's staying here so I can more or less to supervise him. Now I've wound up fucking him."
"So that's cool," Edna said. "It means you've really discovered something about life."
"I suppose so," I said, still not quite knowing how to react to all that was happening.
I knew one thing, though. The longer I looked at Jimmy's hard rod, the more I wanted to reach out and touch it.
I extended my right hand, letting it slide along the edge of Jimmy's pole.
"Run the fingers smoothly," Jimmy said. "Let's not build too fast, baby. I've got a nice new erection, and that means another wonderful orgasm, just like the one in Edna's ass-hole."
"He really drilled my ass," Edna laughed. "The cock was never in better form."
"She'll get some beautiful kicks herself," Jimmy said.
"Just as long as you don't cram that thing in my ass," I laughed.
"So what's wrong with that?" Edna asked.
"It just isn't my cup of tea. It would make me nervous to think of getting a cock in my ass-hole."
"That's silly," Edna chuckled. "You'd love it, I can assure you, you will."
"No, thanks. Maybe it's good to you, but I don't think it would be good for me."
I continued to run my fingers along the smooth tip of his erotic penis. I liked coming into contact with the foreskin of his rod and I observed a smile of contentment surfacing across his entire face as I kept up my finger movements.
"That's what I call nice," Jimmy exclaimed. "I want you to just keep up that pace for a while, baby. I'll tell you when I want you to change."
"Change to what?"
"To some speedier finger action."
Smoothly I continued working my fingers around the tip of his cock, and the longer that I did so, the more he enjoyed it. I kept bearing his words in mind, however, and for that reason saw to it that I didn't work my fingers too quickly. I wanted to give things a chance to build.
I kept on exercising my fingers and, as I slid them around the edge of his cock, he finally reached the point where he needed more action.
"Start extending the movements," he exclaimed. "Work the fingers up and down my whole rod, baby. And while you're doing that, honey, I want you to work the fingers of your other hand over my balls. Give it to my cock and balls at the same time. But remember, don't start out too fast. We still want to let this thing build gradually."
I understood precisely what my lover Jimmy wanted, and as I let the tempo build and started to extend my movements to the area of his entire cock, he lay back and spread his legs.
"That's what I call nice," Jimmy laughed. "You're working the fingers just right. That's it. Work them up and down the entire length of my peter. Come on and slide those smooth fingers. Oh, honey, you really know how to turn a guy on."
Up and down I continued my finger pattern, and as I did so, I permitted the fingers of my other hand to slide around his balls.
I worked the fingers diligently, and the longer that I kept up the pace, the better everything felt to me. Suddenly a surge of confidence was manifesting itself within me. I began thinking a little less in terms of guilt and more with respect to pleasure. Previously I had felt very bad about having sex with Jimmy at all, and it had affected my performance with him to some extent. But now all that was in the past, at least for the time being, as my fingers glided sweepingly up and down his long, smooth pole.
"That's the kind of finger action I love," he said. "You can step up the pace a little, baby. Come on and work the fingers faster. You're getting me right where I want to be. Once I get good and hot, I'm going to turn my cock loose on you."
I worked the fingers with everything I could put into them in the way of enthusiasm. As I continued sliding them, and explored his balls simultaneously with the fingers of my other hand, he was basking in the exhilarating enjoyment of the act.
"Now you can turn loose," he said. "You have me right where I want to be."
"She did give you some terrific finger action," Edna smiled, watching us closely from the other end of the bed.
"You'd better believe it," Jimmy sighed. "Now I'm going to give her a fuck she's never going to forget."
"All your fucks are unforgettable," Edna said.
"You see, those are votes of confidence I get from a gal I fuck regularly." Jimmy looked at me and winked.
He lunged his body forward suddenly, letting his tongue slip into my mouth.
As tongue blended spectacularly against tongue, he permitted his chest to slide against my breasts.
I loved the two-fold body contact, that of tongue against tongue, and chest against breasts, and the longer that the act unfolded, the greater the degree of excitement that welled within me. As for my cunt, you can imagine just how I felt. The heat was generating within me at a spectacular rate.
He removed his tongue from my mouth, then reached out and grabbed my thighs, turning my body over till I was lying on my stomach.
"I want to fuck you, honey. I want to fuck your ass," Jimmy exclaimed.
"Not that," I replied emphatically.
"I'm just going to slide my dick over the crack of your ass."
"You're going to what?"
"I'm going to slide my prick against your ass crack, which is a great way of receiving sensations. You're going to enjoy it too. That bone on the ass is very hard and yet smooth. It's perfect friction for a cock."
"I must say that I've never been fucked that way before," I burst into laughter, relieved over the fact that he wasn't planning to send his surging spear into my ass-hole.
"There's always a first time, isn't there?" Jimmy smiled.
"I guess so. I've been through a lot of first times with you."
"Welcome to the club," Edna chuckled.
I must say that the sensations were beautiful as Jimmy let his prick enter my ass crack.
One thing about Jimmy that made him a spectacular cocksman was that he had a tremendous sense of timing. He knew just the right rhythmic approach to utilize in slipping his prick into someone.
Back and forth he slipped his dick around against my ass crack, and as he did so, the sensations multiplied within my whole body.
Soon he was working his cock back and forth with great effectiveness, and as he did so, he ran his fingers up and down my thighs and ankles.
It felt good to have his fingers manipulating around my legs, and the longer that he did so, the better his cock felt driving against the crack in my ass.
"You're right, it feels great," I sighed.
"Of course it does," he laughed. "Bear with me, sweetheart, because I'm going to unload my juices in your ass."
He began pinching my thighs as he moved into the final stages of the act.
Several strokes later, his body began to quiver as he was unable to withhold the juices in his cock.
"I'm there, I'm juicing," he gasped.
As I felt the hot white sperm splashing against my body, I almost orgasmed. My body was twisting, a writhing mass of sensuality as he released his prick from my ass crack.
"I need you to suck my snatch," I told him. "You got me just too turned on."
"I want to do it," Edna said, immediately jumping to the fore.
"You've really found yourself an admirer," Jimmy told me. "As a matter-of-fact, you've found two. You have me and you have Edna."
"That's right, and I've got to suck her right now," Edna said with urgency.
"Apparently you're as hot to get it as I am to give it," I told her.
All I had to do was part my legs. After that, Edna convincingly took care of the rest.
Her fingers went to work with great zeal over my mound, toying with my cunt petals till I became wet.
Once I became dewy in my snatch, She recognized that the time had arrived to begin sucking.
She buried her head in my twat, driving her tongue at a relentless clip inside my mound.
"You are really cutting loose," I sighed, "and I love it. Just keep the tongue going. Just keep sliding it inside my box."
With great zeal she twisted her tongue magnificently against my snatch, driving me almost instantly into the throes of orgasm.
"This is it," I gasped, "get ready to catch my juices."
My body quivered, and several seconds later, the droplets of pussy juice spurted out of my mound and into her mouth.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The following evening I had a quick session with Harding at a local hotel.
I was beginning to tire of the on-again, off-again nature of my sex relationship with my boss.
I didn't like the fact that we would get together on short notice at a hotel, quickly go through the paces, then separate for the evening. It was getting to feel like no more than an extension of my work day.
That particular evening I gave him a quick blow job, which left me extremely cold. I at one time craved the white juices that spurted from his cock, but I didn't any more. The whole routine was becoming rather stale with me.
I felt the need to take a shower when I got home, but even cleaning my body didn't seem to help. I still had the memory of an uninspiring sex session to live with.
On top of everything else, Jimmy had gone out. I realized that once I started having sex with him I had lost all opportunity to discipline him in any way. How the hell could I tell him that he shouldn't go out with any chicks when I was fucking with him myself?
I decided to go to bed early. There wasn't anything particularly interesting on the television and since Jimmy wasn't around I knew of no other means of entertainment.
I removed my robe and turned off the light, lying in the buff against the sheets.
The longer I lay there, the more I got to thinking of the exciting sex session I had engaged in the night before. I kept thinking about how great it had been to truly cut loose. Oh, I had some misgivings about enjoying myself in Lesbianism, but not nearly as many as I had thought. I figured that I would feel terrible after the sex episode was completed and I had an opportunity to definitively analyze what I had done. But that wasn't proving to be the case. As things turned out, I wound up thinking about Edna's beautiful body and wondering what I would do if she gave me another opportunity to make love to it.
I then began to think about the erotic act of sodomy that had transpired between Jimmy and Edna. I had told Jimmy that I wouldn't consider having him fuck me in that manner, but now since I thought about things in greater detail, I was undergoing a change of heart.
I could see Edna's beautiful body twisting before me, and I kept thinking about how talentedly Jimmy had plunged his huge penis deep inside Edna's ass-hole. I remembered the way that Edna's ass had twisted ever so spectacularly with every piercing thrust that Jimmy delivered.
Soon I found myself letting my fingers trail down my legs and toward my snatch.
I began dipping my fingers into my love pit, and the longer that I let the fingers manipulate, the hotter I became.
Soon I orgasmed, my body twisting as the juices bolted out of me.
After orgasming, I lay back and relaxed, wondering what was getting me so turned on about the thought of Jimmy plunging his prick into Edna's cute, twisting ass-hole. Then I finally recognized that I had to face the truth. I was turned on for one reason-I wanted to get my own ass fucked by Jimmy.
He didn't get in until after midnight, and I had nervously tossed and turned in bed awaiting his arrival.
Once he made his way into the apartment, he walked quickly into his room.
I jumped up from the bed, totally in the nude, walking into his bedroom just as he was taking off his shirt.
I could tell from the crooked grin he gave me that he had been either smoking or drinking.
"Hello there, Brenda," he waved.
As I walked closer to him, I was able to detect the liquor on his breath.
"I guess you've been living it up," I said.
"You sure look beautiful naked."
He reached out and let his fingers come into contact with my breasts. He gave my nipples a firm twist, then let go.
"I'm glad you showed up naked," he said. "I guess maybe I've got just enough in me for one more fuck."
"Who have you been fucking with?"
"The same beautiful girl we both fucked last night."
"Edna is very lovely," I said.
"She's a real doll, and so are you," he asserted.
I watched with mounting desire as he removed his trousers, then his shorts. Once I got a look at the bulging erection, I realized that the only thing to do was to stretch out in bed and await the first penetration.
I lowered my body in the bed, looking up at him and exclaiming:
"I've been thinking about that ass fucking."
"That's fascinating. You mean you'd like it?"
"I believe I would."
"Now I've really got you burning on all cylinders," Jimmy laughed, a little drunkenly. "I'll go into the bathroom and get some vaseline."
I turned over on my stomach, spreading my legs and awaiting Jimmy's return.
He returned quickly, stroking his cock several times, then opening the Vaseline jar. He dipped his fingers into the jar, removing some Vaseline.
He slipped the Vaseline into my ass smoothly, preparing for his initial cock onslaught.
"I like attacking ass-holes," he said. "Particularly when they are as cute as yours."
He slipped his cock into my ass-hole quickly, causing a few spurts of pain to surface in my anus.
He meant business, as was obvious from the way he applied his peter, sending it surging forward into my ass-hole.
As his cock kept thrusting up my ass, he ran his fingers over my ass-cheeks. He liked pinching them, and the longer that he did so the harder he thrust his cock forcefully up my ass.
He drove his pecker at a furious pace, sending it surging high into my ass. I must say that after the first few thrusts, which definitely hurt, the rest was fun. I enjoyed the spirited determination that he exhibited as he kept pummeling me with his savage tool, allowing it to surge high into my ass.
"How do you like that for a fuck?" he asked. "It's pretty super."
"I figured you'd like it. Edna loves having her ass fucked, as you saw last night."
"You're really driving that prick into me. Oh, this is a wonderful sensation. I can't get enough of it. Keep on sending it into my ass."
Back and forth his burning pecker slid with magnificent skill and grace into my ass. He was penetrating me with everything that he had, moving ever closer to orgasm. He was excellent at self-control, since several times as he stood on the very verge of climax, he suddenly released his cock from my ass.
With great vigor he continued to propel himself forward. His breath was now coming in short gasps as he moved into the final stages of the act, pummeling me sharply with his spear, driving it zealously forward, eager to experience orgasm inside my hot ass-hole.
"This is great," he gasped. "I'm finding a lot of beauty inside this ass. I like its tightness. It's made to order for my cock. I'm glad you wanted it, honey. It's about time we've gotten your ass-hole into this picture. And a cute ass it is."
The throbbing, bulging instrument continued to slice eagerly into my butt, driving with fervent determination. He was moving ever closer to climax, sending the tool shooting into my rectum.
As he moved into the final stages, his fingers planted themselves firmly against my ass-cheeks. He pinched my firm ass skin as his penis continued to enter me, driving intently in and out of my hot ass.
"Hang on, because I'm going to spurt soon," he sighed. "I'm really going to finish fucking your ass in grand style. I'm going to unload my peter juices. You are going to love every bit of it, baby, right down until the final orgasm."
"I can hardly wait," I gasped. "Shoot the juices into me. I want the juices in my ass, darling. I want you to spurt them. Come on and release them, unload them, I want them, I really want them."
I was just about as desperate as he was. I wanted to feel his hot, white juices inside my ass.
As he continued to grip my ass-cheeks fervently, the white lava began to shoot out of the end of his hot cock.
"That's nice, oh, that's nice," he exclaimed. "What a beautiful orgasm, what a beautiful ass, what a swinging, groovy ass you've got."
He threw his arm around me and we kissed. It was one of those kisses of gratification, and we both had a whole lot to be grateful about.
It wasn't until he released his cock from my ass-hole that I recognized how much he had hurt me stabbing me with it, but I really didn't care all that much. If you have to get a little pain to receive that kind of magnificent pleasure, then that's the way it goes.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I had just finished taking dictation from Harding and was beginning to type the letter.
It was getting late, and I had had a long day. Harding's wife had dropped in, and it was always difficult for me to react with equanimity when she was on the premises.
I could tell from the way she acted that she liked to twirl him around her fingers to whatever extent she could. All too often, I felt, she succeeded. But that wasn't the main thing that bothered me. What bugged me to the greatest extent was knowing that she had a man that I had been making love to for so long, a man I had dreamed of marrying.
As I quickly typed the letter, my telephone rang.
"Hello, sweetheart," the cheerful woman's voice came in from the other end of the line.
"Who is this?" I quickly inquired.
"This is Edna. Who did you think it was?"
"I frankly didn't know."
"How are things going with you . "
"Oh, same old grind."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'd like to offer you something exciting and new."
"I'm in the mood to listen," I chuckled, getting bored with things at the office.
"I wish you'd stop by at the bar where I'm working."
"Incidentally, how did you get my number."
"Jimmy, of course."
"I should have known," I quickly replied. "That young man is a one-person information service."
"He thinks an awful lot of you, so don't be too critical," Edna reminded me.
"No, I can't be real critical, considering the fucks that he has given me."
"Speaking of fucking, that's why I called you."
"You're pretty blunt."
"Why beat around the bush? I told you what I thought of you the other night. How about dropping by at the bar?"
"What is the name of it?"
"The Brass Rail."
"You know, it kind of rings a bell."
"It should. It's just three blocks from where you work."
Edna then provided me with the address of the bar where she was dancing.
"Of course. No wonder it sounded so familiar," I said.
"When are you getting off work?"
"Ten or fifteen minutes from now."
"Then drop on by. I'd love to see you."
"Will I get a chance to see you dance?" I asked, getting excited just thinking of Edna wiggling her cute ass from a platform.
"You certainly will."
"Then in that case I'll drop by."
"I'll see you then."
"Right. Take it easy," I said, hanging up the phone.
I found myself dashing the letter off. After talking to Edna and finding out that she wanted to see me at the bar where she worked, my patience quickly wore thin. It demonstrated one thing-just how badly I wanted to see her.
I got through with the letter, then got up and walked into Harding Scott's office. I read him the text of the letter.
"That summarizes it quite well, don't you think?" he looked at me and grinned.
"I suppose it does."
"Thanks, honey."
"Don't mention it. May I leave now?"
A tense feeling rushed through my body as I awaited his answer. I hoped that he wouldn't suddenly concoct an idea about us getting together for sex. I wanted to meet Edna, but knew you could never be sure with Harding. He was looking at me with admiration, and the longer he did so, the greater the fear became within me that perhaps he would be seeking some sexual satisfaction.
"Yes, you can leave now," he smiled. "I was thinking about what a great secretary you are. You're a jewel, honey, and furthermore you understand my nature better than anybody that I know."
"Even your own wife?"
"Especially my own wife," he chuckled. "See you in the morning, Brenda."
"Goodnight," I said with relief, walking out of the door.
I couldn't wait to get out of that office, so I made an immediate bee-line to the elevator, taking it down to the first floor.
By the time I reached the street, I found myself breaking into a half-trot to make it to the bar. I wondered what was coming over me. This gorgeous gal Edna was really providing excitement for me. Just hearing her voice had turned me on.
Then I began thinking about my motivations, and it became much easier to determine what was going on. For one thing, I could see that the emotional bond between myself and Harding was breaking down from my side. I got tired of having to make love with him on his terms, at unpredictable intervals, and very often for all too short a period of time.
At the very time that I was beginning to feel the mounting frustration relating to that relationship, who should come on the scene but Jimmy. It had taken my own nephew to make me realize just what I had been missing out on in my love life.
I arrived in the bar. It was dimly lit, and I looked around for a seat at the bar.
The platform was empty when I arrived, which disappointed me. I looked around for a lovely Edna, but couldn't see her.
I sat down at an abandoned section of the bar.
"What can I do for you, honey?" the bartender smiled. "You looking for the boss man?"
"I'm looking for Edna."
"Sorry," he nodded. "I figured maybe you were looking for a job. What with your looks and body, we could use you around here."
"That's very nice of you to say," I smiled, a little shyly.
"You really are stacked. What are you doing tonight, doll?"
"Whatever I'm doing, my plans don't include you."
"You don't have to get nasty."
"Did anybody ever tell you, you come on too strong?"
"I've been told that, but lots of chicks like guys to come on fast."
"I'm not one of them."
"Why not?"
"Let's put it this way. When certain guys come on too fast, maybe I can buy it. But I can't buy it from you."
"Aren't you hot for me?"
"Not one bit."
"If you saw my cock you would be."
"Look, I came here to see Edna."
"Edna's taking a little break. That's why the guys are drinking their beer. When Edna gets up there, they're just staring at her with their hard cocks. You should see the way they tear into that men's room. They beat their meat like crazy. I hear them talking. They'd give anything to stick their pecker into Edna. A few guys I guess are scoring, but not as many as would like to. This business really picked up when we managed to get her from another place to work here. Business would pick up if we had you too. What line of work are you in?"
"I'm a secretary, but don't ask me any more questions," I snapped.
"You really are a touchy one."
"You happen to be extremely fresh, and I don't like it."
"The freshest thing of all about me is my prick," the bartender grinned. "Just wait till I get off work at six and I'll be glad to give you a free demonstration."
"You can go straight to hell," I said angrily, losing my patience fast with the bartender.
"You really are a snotty one," he chuckled. "Would you like a beer while you're waiting for Edna?"
"I suppose I could use one. I wish you'd do one thing for me, though."
"Name it, baby."
"Stop bugging me. I'm tired of listening to your big mouth."
"With all those ugly mugs sitting over there, I need to get my jollies talking to a gorgeous chick."
"Find your jollies some other way. like maybe beating your meat."
"Damned, but you're a sarcastic little bitch," he snarled, walking away to get the beer.
It bothered me to have this clown calling me a bitch, so when he sat the beer before me, I exclaimed :
"I ought to throw this goddamn beer into your face, then break the glass over your fucking head."
"My, but you can talk sweetly. Why are you coming on so strong?"
"I don't like being called a bitch."
"It was just a figure of speech," he grinned. "I really meant to say cunt."
I reached out with my right hand, intending to deliver a slap to his face.
The bartender, however, instantly raised his left hand, blocking my hand with his forearm.
"I wouldn't waste my time and energy, if I were you, honey," the bartender laughed. "You see this broken nose?"
"I sure do. It makes you look ugly as hell."
"Thank you," he laughed. "I got this fighting pro. I have over two hundred fights, and I was one of the best welterweights in the business a few years ago."
"I can see you've got an excuse for your conduct. You got your brains scrambled."
"How'd you like me to clobber you?"
"I don't think you'd try it. Men can be thrown in jail for things like that, especially ex-fighters."
"You really do know all the answers, don't you," he laughed.
The bartender watched as I picked up the glass of beer, downing the contents. I had attracted a crowd of curious viewers from the moment I had walked into the bar, and I was made uncomfortable by the snickers I heard when I had delivered my slap which the bartender caught with his forearm.
I felt like drinking the beer and quickly leaving the bar. But I couldn't. I had to stay and see Edna. Even if it meant having all those guys ogle me, I would put up with it.
"I'll bet Edna is fucking with you," the bartender grinned.
"Why don't you shut up and go away."
"I know she swings both ways," the bartender said coolly. "As a matter-of-fact, she's kept up morale pretty well with the other girls around here. Anytime that one comes in that's good looking, she puts the make on her."
"How interesting."
Finally, a customer signaled for another beer. I heaved a sigh of relief as the bartender left to go and wait on him.
No sooner did the bartender leave than I heard sounds of a loud rock tune coming from the jukebox. Suddenly the stage platform lit up.
I heard sounds of applause, and suddenly Edna materialized on the platform.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. She never looked sexier than she looked at that moment, wearing nothing more than a skimpy light blue g-string.
The men began to scream and whistle and I saw a few of them run their fingers down to their crotch and begin to stroke against the outline of their hard cocks.
At first, gorgeous Edna flipped her tits forward with great excitement and energy, causing me to feel waves of excitement throughout my supercharged body.
Once she finished flipping her tits toward her audience, she turned around and showed us her sleek, trim legs and her well proportioned thrusting ass-cheeks.
She went through something like three numbers in rapid succession, and as I watched her cavorting under the lights, I observed the sweat surfacing in her body. It reminded me of the fuck that I had encountered with her in my apartment.
After finishing the third number, beautiful Edna descended the platform, walking toward the bar.
"Good evening, beautiful," Edna said, strutting towards me as every male eye in the joint stared at both of us.
I really felt outnumbered, what with all the hungry, leering men staring at us from all sides of the room.
Much to my great surprise, Edna leaned forward and delivered a passionate kiss to my lips.
The men burst into cheers and whistles as our lips met.
"If we don't watch it, they're going to be going down on each other right here on the floor," the bartender quipped, releasing laughter on all sides.
I released my lips from Edna's.
"I hate that sonofabitch," I growled.
"Don't let Johnny throw you, honey," she winked. "He's punchy as hell. He doesn't know which end is up."
"If he's so punchy, why the hell do they keep him here?"
"He's good at instilling discipline," Edna explained. "It gets awfully tough around here with all these horny guys, a lot of them drunk, watching almost naked chicks dance. The other night old Johnny leveled three guys. They just got out of hand, and he had to take care of them. He might be off his rocker, but he's still got iron in his fist."
"I just wish that he knew how to behave himself."
"He's really pretty harmless once you get to know him," Edna shrugged.
"I wouldn't want to get to know him. He talked like he wanted to rape me."
"I admire his taste," Edna smiled, running her fingers through my hair. "Come on and let's go to my apartment."
"You're through for the day?"
"I certainly am. That is, as far as work is concerned. Now it's time to play, and I can't think of a better place to begin than with my tongue in your box."
"I can't help but feel excited over the prospects of having beautiful sex with you."
It really astounded me how boldly she had come up to me and kissed me. She didn't care who knew it. She wanted me, and that was that.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Edna lived in a small, neat apartment located just one block from the bar where she worked.
She practically set a speed record in first undressing herself, then tugging at my dress, which she pulled off.
Once she succeeded in removing my panties and bra, she guided me over toward the bed.
"I want your cunt, I want to eat your slit," she sighed.
She guided me into the bed, and I enjoyed having her warm fingers pressing against my flesh.
She started out by running the fingers of both hands over my nipples. That served to agitate me, and she took advantage of my state of heightened anxiety by moving her tongue down between my legs.
With smooth, effective movements, she put her tongue into high gear, driving it enthusiastically against my cunt.
Soon the burning friction was getting to me as she let her tongue sweep with devastating zeal around my snatch. The temperatures accelerated within me every time that her tongue stroked against my box.
"Attack my pussy," I gasped. "Work your tongue around my snatch, honey. Go after your hot box lunch."
As she manipulated her tongue around my mound, I reached out and toyed with her ass-cheeks, figuring it would provide her with some added excitement.
Several burning moments later I released my fluids from my mound, feeling a great sense of relief as she ate my snatch juice.
She released her tongue from my box, then walked forward towards a chest of drawers next to the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"We're really going to have some fun now," she laughed.
I watched as a smiling Edna reached into the drawer and pulled out a white, phallus-shaped vibrator.
"Just what are you going to do with that?" I asked.
At that time I was pretty naive about certain sex objects. I wasn't even aware that what she was holding was a vibrator.
"I'm going to have fun running this into your snatch," she told me.
Edna climbed back on the bed, moving the vibrator around till it started to run.
I listened to the whirring sound, lying back in bed and waiting for her to penetrate me with the penis-like tip of it.
She slid the vibrator into me, working it around my twat. The longer that she circulated it, the more excited I became.
I never dreamed that an object like that could get me so steamed up, but I liked the electrical current flow that resulted from her efforts.
"Work it in my snatch," I gasped. "Keep the vibrator going, honey. Oh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot, I can't take much of this."
"I cum like rockets when somebody shoves this in my snatch," Edna laughed. "I like the way your body is twisting. You look so sexy with those legs of yours trembling like that."
"Oh, honey, this really feels good. I'm really happy that you have this little gadget around."
A few strokes later I juiced.
She immediately removed the vibrator from my pussy, handing it to me.
"It's my turn to juice," she smiled.
I nodded, accepting the vibrator.
I could see how much fun it was from both standpoints. Once I began working inside her snatch, I felt a certain thrill. I loved what was happening, and I could see that I was quickly driving her towards climax.
After Edna juiced, she got up from the bed, taking the vibrator from me and placing it back in the drawer.
She startled me by pulling something else out of that same drawer, a dildo. I had heard about them in the past, but had never seen one up to that juncture. It looked so realistic that when she strapped it on, I couldn't help but think that she had become a man and was sporting a cock.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked, continuing to lie on my back.
"I'm going to fuck you," she grinned. "You know, the thing's even loaded. It shoots."
"You've got to be putting me on."
"No. I put some egg whites into this little pouch right here in the balls. When I press a switch, I juice."
"You thought of everything."
"I usually do when it comes to fucking."
"You mean to say you're going to drive that thing into my snatch?"
"Of course I am, and once I'm through doing it to you, then I want you to turn around and do the same thing to me."
"That will be the day," I laughed. "I don't think that I could ever do that."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Edna rammed the phallus-like object forward, entering me.
It was amazing how well she could duplicate the fuck of a man, wiggling her hips from side to side, rotating her body as she plunged the dildo effectively inside my snatch.
I quickly got carried away by the level of her screwing, which was hot and heavy, to say the very least. She fingered my ass-cheeks, then plunged a finger up my ass-hole.
"I love the finger fucking," I exclaimed. "You can keep that up, honey. Keep working that finger inside my ass. It's really beautiful sensations."
Back and forth she manipulated her finger, and as she did so, she kept up the incessant cock stabs.
The makeshift prick kept thundering forward, stabbing inside me with great excitement. She kept on driving it in me firmly, exclaiming at one point:
"I'm going to juice. I'm going to shoot right now."
Several strokes later, she released the egg whites from the makeshift testicles.
I closed my eyes and found myself receiving the same kind of titillating sensations going through me as when a man would unleash his male juices inside me.
"That's what you call a fuck," she laughed, removing her finger from my ass-hole and taking the makeshift phallus out of my pussy.
"I'm going to go into the bathroom and load this thing up again," Edna said, getting up quickly from the bed. "When I come back I'm going to strap this on you. I want you to fuck me."
"That will really be a weird feeling," I laughed.
"It will be for a little while, but you'll get used to it. Remember, dear, you considered it very weird to fuck with a woman at all a short time ago."
"I guess you're right. I made quite a few adjustments."
"Have you ever!"
She quickly returned from the bathroom, removing the dildo strap from her waist and handing it to me.
"Put this on," she said. "I want you to fuck me."
"I'm a red hot man with a hard-on," I chuckled, as I strapped on the dildo, looking out at the huge penis.
"You won't be laughing when you start applying the penis. You're going to lose yourself totally in your identity, honey, and you're going to be surprised just how much fun it's going to be to fuck me."
"Perhaps you're right. Only time will tell." I leaned forward and let the cock slide into her vagina.
The first few stabs felt kind of weird, but soon I began to find the range, consistently plunging and probing with that makeshift object into her snatch.
I kept up the thrusting, and soon, just like a man with an overpowering erection, I systematically started stepping up the pace. I plunged my cock inside her mound, enjoying every stab.
"Finger my ass-hole," she called out. "Just like I fingered yours."
"So sorry. It was an oversight."
"You're learning fast, though, honey," she said. "Finger me, baby. Finger fuck me. I want to feel your finger up my ass-hole."
I began plunging my finger up her rear end, and as I did so, I instinctively stepped up the pace of the fucking, driving the dildo deep inside her snatch. I soon was on the verge of the orgasm that
I was going to supply her. I slipped my finger close to the button, which would release the sea of egg whites into her snatch.
"Just keep fucking," she sighed. "Finger fuck me. Stick that finger into my ass. Plunge it into my rectum, baby, I really dig it."
I watched with amazement as the sea of white burst uninhibitedly into her vagina.
It was just as if I had been a man and had released my sperm.
"What a fuck," she sighed. "I guess I'm teaching you all the mechanics of girl screwing."
I unstrapped the dildo, handing it to her.
Once more she got off the bed, taking the dildo back to the drawer, and placing it inside.
I watched as her hips sauntered sexily back towards the bed. There was something about the way that Edna walked that turned me on. Also, I figured that her walk had picked up sexiness as a result of working as a dancer. I knew that she was accustomed to doing things in the sexiest possible way, so as to attract attention from groups of men.
She got on top of me, slipping her tongue devastatingly inside my mouth. She came on so strong so fast that I was totally unprepared.
Back and forth her tongue whip-lashed inside my mouth, and she removed it as quickly as she had slipped it inside my mouth.
"I've got a new game for us to play," she chuckled.
"What now? I thought we performed every act there was to perform between two girls."
"No, we haven't. There's one more thing. I'm going to glide my pussy over yours. You're going to be amazed at the body friction that will develop."
"That sounds very interesting."
"It's more than interesting. It's downright groovy. I'm going to let my snatch glide against yours."
"I'll bet you can really get some friction going that way."
"All I've got to do is look at you, and I'm filled with friction."
"I'm happy to hear that."
"You've got a body that's out of sight. You ought to be a topless dancer. You've got an even better bod than I do."
"Go on, now," I laughed. "I'm not that well stacked."
"Like hell you're not. You're out of sight. That's why I love making it with you."
Edna reached out and clutched my buttocks, then lunged forward, allowing her pussy to come into contact with mine.
"Twist your body the same way I'm twisting mine," she exclaimed excitedly. "Twist back and forth, honey. It's the strokesmanship that makes the fuck, always remember that."
"This is great friction."
"You'd better believe it is. Just keep rotating your beautiful ass."
She continued to clutch my ass-cheeks as we flipped our bodies back and forth.
Her clitoris came into contact with mine, and waves of enthusiasm bolted through me. I felt the sparks, and as they passed between us, I enjoyed the fucking that much more. She was absolutely perfect in the way that she manipulated her body, providing me with the greatest amount of pleasure possible.
We kept on rotating back and forth, pushing ourselves that much closer to climax.
A few strokes later, we could hardly hold back our orgasmic liquids.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she sighed. "I'm going to spill my juices, baby. I hope you're close. I hope you're real close. It will show just how close we're vibing."
"I am," I exclaimed. "I'm itching all over, especially in my cunt. Oh, the sensations I'm feeling there. What a great way to fuck."
"I told you we hadn't done it all."
"We have now."
"That's true," she laughed. "That is, after we orgasm."
"That's it. Oh, I'm juicing right now."
"So am I."
As our droplets of orgasmic juice began to flow, she leaned forward and plunged her lips against mine.
It felt tremendous to have my passionate lips rubbing against hers as she spilled her juices.
By the time she released her body from mine, I knew one thing about Edna. There was absolutely nothing in the way of passionate lovemaking she didn't know about. And she wanted to share every conceivable act of blissful lovemaking joy with me.
I had to just lie there for a few minutes in the bed. I didn't realize until we had finished fucking just how tired the whole ordeal made me. Then again, you can hardly expect anything different when you cut loose to the extent that both of us had.
Even as we lay there, Edna admired me so much that she kept stroking her fingers through my hair.
"You're the chick I like to fuck with the most," Edna said. "I play around with other broads, but I dig you more than any of the others."
"I'm really happy to hear you say that."
"Do you like it with me as well as I like it with you?"
"I certainly do," I exclaimed emphatically.
"Then how about moving in with me?"
"I don't know if I ought to go that far," I chuckled nervously. "But I do love you, Edna. I will admit to that, and that's more than I could say before."
"You're coming along, baby. I think with a few more illustrations of the kind of passionate pleasures I can give you, you're going to wind up wanting it all the time."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The more sex that I had with Jimmy, the more I recognized just how disappointing things were getting at the office with Harding.
Prior to launching into the wild escapades with my nephew, I was unable to contrast the level of the sex we were participating in with anything else. But now that I had an opportunity to index it against what was happening with Jimmy, I realized that sex with Harding was falling short of the mark.
It still bothered me, however, every time that we went to see Mary and I had to tell her that Jimmy was doing very well. I was ashamed of myself for telling such ridiculous lies, but what the hell else could I be expected to do? Tell her that I was banging him?
The evening before Mary was slated to be released from the hospital, Jimmy and I had dinner at a restaurant several blocks from my apartment. I wanted to treat him to a nice meal the night before he was slated to leave.
I had mixed feelings as we came home from the restaurant. One side of me felt relieved that he was going to leave, feeling that perhaps the worst of the temptations were behind me. But another side, quite naturally, felt keenly disappointed about it all, in that I had experienced great satisfaction from fucking with him, and I hated to lose out on the opportunity to fuck with him some more.
I decided that the smart thing to do was to pass sex up with him that night, since it would make things a whole lot easier in terms of saying goodbye to him the next day.
He soon altered my plans, however, walking up to me and whispering in my ear: "Let's fuck!"
"We'd better not," I shook my head steadfastedly.
"Why not, baby?" he looked at me with keen disappointment. "This is our last night together. Come on, honey, I need it. Just look at the size of my prick."
He pointed down toward his crotch. I took one look at his huge rod, and began to feel all the more desirous to fuck with him. But I felt that I had to try and resist.
"It will make things that much tougher if we fuck tonight, Jimmy."
"It will make things impossible for me if we don't," he said.
With that statement, Jimmy shoved his lips forward, allowing them to press eagerly against my own.
As lips plunged against lips, he reached down and began to undo the buttons of my dress.
He was panting noticeably, and as he rubbed his body against mine I could feel the outline of his hard prick against my dress. If you don't think that that eliminated my resistance quickly, then you've got another thought coming.
As the prick kept rubbing against my dress, he let his busy fingers undo the buttons.
He released his lips from mine, then slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues splashed with devastating eagerness, and all the while he kept on conscientiously undoing those buttons.
He removed my dress and pulled me toward him one more time.
As he ran his fingers through my hair, Jimmy delivered one more overpowering tongue kiss.
He released his tongue from my mouth, then quickly began to undo the straps of my bra.
Once the bra gave way, his fingers went to work on my tits.
"I like those smooth, beautiful tits," he laughed. "Do you like it when I touch them?"
"I love it, my dear. You know that I do."
"Then why didn't you want to fuck with me?"
"I was just a little afraid."
"Don't ever be afraid when fear stands in the way of a good piece of ass."
Soon he was taking me by the hand and guiding me into the bedroom. I was hungry for him, and every time I looked down at his crotch, I thought about how great it would be to let my fingers go to work on his prick.
He pressed his body against mine, and from the impact he generated during our caress, it was as if he would never let me go.
All the while the actual energies were churning within me and I anticipated a brisk fuck.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
After we had frolicked in the nude in the sheets for several minutes, Jimmy settled down to the serious business at hand.
Since it was our last night together, he was a little tense during the preliminaries, but gradually he worked his way into the same frenzied, uninhibited frame of mind that had characterized his actions every time that we had made love.
He permitted his tongue to splash vigorously against my own several times. He ran his fingers over the firm crevices of flesh of my ass-cheeks, after which he put his fingers to work on my snatch.
He knew by that time just what it took to get me in a state of burning anxiety, and every time that those fingers smoothly maneuvered over my cunt hairs and vaginal lips I became that much more aroused.
"Reach out and finger my prick," he said softly.
"Let's finger each other, honey, prick and snatch. We'll burn up under the pressure, then we'll get busy and do some magnificent fucking."
"That sounds good."
"I'll bet it feels good the way that I'm circulating these fingers around your cunt."
"It feels just great."
"I'll keep it up."
"You see that you do that."
Back and forth we worked the fingers, and as we did so, I recognized I wasn't that far away from shooting my juices.
The closer I drew to orgasm, the quicker the pace became as I smoothly manipulated my fingers up and down the length of his entire penis.
I was getting so accustomed to running my fingers against the smooth, warm surface of his cock base, that it hurt me to think about what it would be like to give him up. That was the big reason why I didn't want one last fucking episode with Jimmy. I figured that it would only make me feel that much more miserable when I had to face the music and cease having sex with him.
But there was no way that I could hold him off, not when he was that determined.
His fingers worked swiftly and his breathing was becoming noticeably heavy.
"Let's do it sixty-nine style," he looked at me and smiled.
"How close are you to shooting off your trigger?"
"I'm not far away."
"That's good. I'll provide you with more sensations."
I leaned forward, letting my tongue tickle his testicles. I wanted to make this the best blow job that I had ever given him. I had to let Jimmy bow out of his sex experiences with me on a grand scale. No matter how much it might hurt later, I had to satisfy him in the best way that I knew how.
The tongue kept on working over his testicles, and all the while he continued circulating his fingers over my cunt.
"I think you're ripe to suck now," he laughed. "I'm getting ready to attack your love pit."
He let his head swoop down towards my mound. I liked the way he smoothly licked around the outer edges of my snatch. Soon, I knew, he would be manipulating his teeth over my clitoris, after which he would move his tongue down to my box.
Back and forth we were manipulating our tongues, letting the action build together. I knew that Jimmy and I had a fantastic communication level in bed, since otherwise we never could have maintained the beautiful sense of timing that we were able to.
As his tongue began to slide more eagerly around my snatch, maintaining more of a vigorous pace than before, I let my tongue flip more passionately against his balls.
The bulging balls were getting a workout from my stiff tongue movements and his body began to sway back and forth as he continued to apply himself to the stroking of my snatch.
As I removed my tongue from his balls, letting it maneuver around the tip of his cock, Jimmy also altered his action. He worked his teeth around my clitoris, nibbling ever so gingerly, getting me so excited that there was very little holding me back. I knew that soon I would be juicing inside him, and he would be receiving those delicious dropets of my sweet, womanly nectar.
As his teeth bore into my clit, I started sliding my tongue more eagerly around the tip of his cock. I really accelerated the pace, matching him on a stroke for stroke basis, pushing him very much closer to climax as I moved in the same direction.
A few burning strokes later, I noticed that my body was trembling and I was breaking out in a sweat. It felt good to be receiving brisk action from him while I was letting my tongue loose on his cock.
He finally removed his teeth from my clitoris. He then slid his tongue with effective grace around my mound. He knew that he had me close to orgasm, and now he was intent upon applying the finishing touches.
The electrifying pace continued as I worked my tongue up and down the base of his stiff rod. I enjoyed the briskness of the fucking activity, in which we were exchanging torrid tongue strokes.
I could tell from the way that he was sucking my twat just how close he was to exploding his repeater-like pistol, his bulging erect cock that would be exploding into my mouth.
His body trembled several times, after which I received a few tiny droplets of cum. I knew that was only a prelude, and it made me that much more determined to provide him with the ultimate in excitement prior to the time that he let loose his huge stream.
I made like a human suction cup, slipping my tongue up and down with everything that I had, determined to receive an out-pouring of all his orgasmic juice from the end of his peter.
I reached down and played with his balls, deciding to give him everything that I could in the way of passionate sensations.
My fingers continued working around his testicles as he flipped his tongue with great hunger against my mound.
No sooner did my fingers come into contact with his balls than he was unable to withstand my movements. The first few droplets were swiftly succeeded by an avalanche of sperm, which splattered deep into my mouth.
The first few spurting droplets almost engulfed me. A couple of drops spilled out of the left side of my mouth, but I was determined not to lose any more of his load. I stayed with the juice, eagerly devouring it as I got ready to unleash my own pussy juices.
I was so excited at the prospect of receiving another load that I couldn't contain myself any longer after I obtained some hot drops of cum. At that point I juiced, and he applied his tongue and mouth with the same degree of fervent determination that I had brought to bear in eating his cock juices.
I gulped with everything I had, and I heard the same sounds emanating from him as he went after every bit of my load.
Once we released our tongues from each other's organs, he looked over at me once more.
"Reach out and jerk my prick," he sighed.
"Don't you even want to rest?"
"No, I've got to fuck you again," he told me emphatically. "I've got to have you a second time in a row. If you only knew how hot I was before we started fucking."
I knew that it was futile trying to talk him out of it.
"Why would you even want to talk me out of it, dear?" he looked at me with an expression of great sensitivity in his eyes.
"I thought it would be that much harder to say goodbye."
"We're never going to say goodbye," he told me.
He emphasized his words by slipping his lips against mine, allowing them to converge with great dramatic meaning.
While his lips were pressed firmly against mine, he reached down and fingered my ass-cheeks, enjoying the strokes he provided.
The better I got to know Jimmy, the more I recognized how difficult it was to say no to him pertaining to anything. He was a strong willed young man, particularly when it came to his bulging prick. And since I was impressed by his peter and what it could do for me, I found myself truly helpless in his grasp.
By the time that he released his lips from mine, I was panting all over again, prepared to throw myself into another lovemaking session with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY
A few kisses later, we loosened up to the point where his prick was ready for a second orgasm.
He had me pump up and down on it several times, after which he reached down and grabbed me by the thighs.
He parted my legs with spectacular ease, then prepared to move his peter forward toward my pussy.
"Get set for the best fuck ever," he told me.
He buried his tongue against my left breast, working it around in a corkscrew fashion, flipping with eagerness and dexterity.
All it took were a few of those tongue movements for him to loosen me up sufficiently to the point where my body was rhythmically twisting and turning. He always liked it better when my hips were in rotation.
He worked his tongue around my right breast next, sliding it with a smooth, lightening consistency.
He removed the tongue from the right breast, then permitted his tongue to slip into my mouth.
We engaged in a torrid French kiss which lasted for almost a minute. All the while his fingers were making their way downwards toward my ass-cheeks. He started by allowing them to manipulate against the small of my back, then worked them downwards until they were clutching my buttocks.
It felt good to have those firm fingers working around my ass-cheeks, and as he fondled my firm flesh, he flung his huge penis forward.
One lightening stab later, he deposited his prick inside my moist slot.
He came at me like a locomotive, panting and puffing as he slammed his prick into the inner depths of my tight pussy.
"How's that for a fuck?" he gasped.
"It's great. Keep it up."
"I'm driving it into your hole. Oh, the cunt of the woman I love."
I was beginning to feel a little painful about the whole ordeal, since this was definitely the last tango. Once he got through fucking me, as far as I was concerned, it would be the last occasion on which we would do it. I certainly couldn't resume it after my sister Mary got out of the hospital.
Despite the feeling of sadness that existed within me, I still felt great waves of sensation. I hoped that we would be able to have a simultaneous orgasm. I wanted to save mine for the identical moment at which the juices spurted from his prick.
The sliding cock action continued as he consistently penetrated my mound, driving his prick like a ramrod into my snatch.
"Just keep fucking, you're on the right track," I called out. "You're really driving that pecker into me, baby, keep sliding it into my snatch. It's great what you're doing. It's absolutely wonderful, honey, and I want you to keep it up."
His fingers clutched ever tighter around my buttocks as he drove his prick forward, pushing and stabbing, driving me ever closer to orgasm.
"This is it," he said tersely.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than I felt the hot white juices spilling into my mound.
As the juices poured into me, I found myself orgasming at the same moment. It wasn't quite a simultaneous orgasm in the strictest sense of the term, but it came pretty close, since I was off no more than an instant after he commenced depositing his cock spurts into me.
He unloaded his liquid energies into my mound, then slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy.
"Wasn't this the best fuck we ever had?" he asked.
"It was. It couldn't have been better."
"I don't ever want to lose you," he told me, running his fingers through my hair.
"This has to be the last fuck," I told him with sadness. "We can't ever do it again."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother is getting out of the hospital tomorrow, Jimmy. I'm not going to carry on an affair with you beyond tonight."
"That's ridiculous," Jimmy said, getting a little hot under the collar. "Hell, honey, I can come over here and have sex with you. She won't know a damned thing."
"I can't do that to her."
"Didn't you break down and have sex with me? You weren't supposed to do that."
"I'm really sorry it happened. You overpowered me."
"I'm going to be around to overpower you some more," he assured me.
"No, you won't. I won't allow it. This time I am putting my foot down."
"You can't mean that," he said, with hurt in his eyes.
"But I do," I answered emphatically. At that point tears surfaced in his eyes. I had to bring every available ounce of self-control to bear to prevent myself from bursting into tears. It was tough sledding, but I somehow managed to refrain from crying.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It was a painful dilemma having to part from Jimmy, but there was no other way.
I felt like a heel the following day when I drove Jimmy over to the hospital, then picked up his mother.
"My boy looks very good," Mary smiled as she saw Jimmy, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. "You must have taken very good care of him."
"I tried to," I grinned.
"He always has had a good deal of respect for his Aunt Brenda," Mary told me. "I can't thank you enough for looking after him. I hope he didn't conduct himself like a wild man."
"He was very well behaved."
"I'm really indebted to you, Brenda."
"No you're not. It's the least I could do."
I fixed dinner for the three of us at Mary's place, then excused myself to go back to the apartment.
She thanked me profusely several times for what I had done for Jimmy. I kept thinking about what she would want to do if she knew the actual extent of my contribution. She would have wanted to break my neck, just for a starter.
In the weeks that immediately followed his mother's release from the hospital, Jimmy would periodically drop over to my apartment. I would be very kind to him, but on every occasion when he would jump up from the sofa, his cock hard, ready to spring into action, I would intercept his pass.
Several times I had to fight him off, since he had been in an extremely sexy frame of mind. Somehow I managed, even though it was extremely difficult.
When his visits failed to do the trick, Jimmy called me up on a number of occasions, trying to get me to reconsider.
I knew I had to remain firm, however, and that was precisely what I did.
The fling with Jimmy, though, did produce a profound effect on my relationship with my boss. No longer did I look forward to those interludes with Harding, since I realized that they would be nothing more than quick bangs. I needed a whole lot more than that.
One evening after I had satisfied him by sucking his cock to climax, I looked up at him and exclaimed:
"Harding, it's no good."
"What isn't good?" he looked at me perplexedly.
"Our relationship."
"You've got to be crazy. Hell, Brenda, who treats you any better."
"Nobody," I admitted.
"I've taken you on all kinds of trips, given you the softest jobs here at the office, and all I really want in return is some occasional sex. You can hardly say you are overworked, baby. What is it that you want? Are you dickering for a raise or something? If so, we can talk about it."
"I'm not negotiating for anything, except my freedom."
"Your freedom?"
"That's right. As long as I'm bound to you, Harding, I'll never find anybody else."
"You're not bound to me," he threw his head back and laughed hysterically. "I can't get over the hang-ups some of you women have. You can go out and let the mailman slide his pole into you, go down on the TV repairman, let the next door neighbor suck your slit. I'm not tying you down in any respect."
"You are emotionally," I explained. "I'm a nervous wreck."
"How can you say I tied you down emotionally?"
"It's very simple. For better or for worse, I've been in love with you, Harding, right from the beginning."
"Then shake loose those feelings and stick with the job. I don't care if you get married."
"You'd still want your piece of ass."
"That's understood, but I'm married too. I can accept that."
"I wonder if my husband could."
"You don't have to tell him."
"That sounds just like you," I nodded.
"What the hell do you want me to say? I'm telling you, you've got your freedom. All I want is an occasional piece of ass."
"I'm tired of being an occasional piece of ass girl. I want more," I said, raising my voice dramatically.
"I give up. I've offered you everything. You're impossible to please."
"Not really. But what I need, apparently you can't supply. I'm giving you my notice. I'm quitting."
"You've got to be out of your head. You like my cock. You like the way I fuck you."
"Yes, it does have its enjoyable side."
"Is that all you can say?"
"Frankly it is at this point. At one time I thought much more. But now our sessions seem to be so mechanical. Still, though, there's this emotional bond that I have trouble shaking. I have to get away from you, Harding, away from this whole office rat race."
"I still can't believe my ears. You've had a little something to drink, so that's probably making a difference. After you've had a good night's sleep, you'll awaken with a clear head and you'll recognize just how foolish you were being."
"This is it, Harding. I'm sticking to my guns," I told him.
I remained as firm in my convictions in Harding's case as I did in Jimmy's.
I quit my job and found myself roaming the streets, checking out the employment offices and looking for work. It was a strange feeling indeed, since I had landed my first job so quickly in New York and had been employed there ever since.
I was offered a few office positions, but in each case I had a feeling that the boss wanted a friendly relationship, just like the one I had had with Harding. In the cases involved, the men, like Harding, were married. I didn't need any more of that particular kind of headache.
Then one morning, after I had had two depressing interviews, I remembered something that had been told to me on one joyous occasion.
I turned and walked towards the bar where my old friend, lusty Edna Todd, did her topless dancing.
I observed the same familiar bartender behind the bar, but I didn't let him bother me, not even when he made a couple of quick passes.
I waited for Edna's arrival on the platform, and as she appeared, she happened to look out toward the bar. Her eyes caught mine, and an instant smile of recognition registered on her face.
I waved to her, and she promptly waved back. The tingles that had generated within me on those occasions when I had fucked with her suddenly returned.
As her hips and ass-cheeks ground spectacularly in accompaniment to the loud rock sounds, I found myself literally burning up, particularly in my snatch.
She turned the front of her body in my direction, and I saw those firm, lovely tits flipping out toward me. I remembered the occasions on which I had flipped my tongue against her breasts and nipples. I was hungry to do the same thing again, and my mouth felt dry as I anticipated some firm contact.
I could hardly wait for her to finish her dancing, and as she jumped down from the platform and moved swiftly toward me, every male eye in the joint was on the two of us.
This time I didn't even care as she threw her arms around me and kissed my lips.
I could hear all the wolf whistles in the background, but it didn't faze me one bit. I wanted Edna again. I wanted to resume my relationship with her.
"I wanted to come and see you," Edna sighed after releasing her lips from mine. "I was afraid, though, that you wouldn't want to see me after splitting up with Jimmy. It really hurt the kid."
"He'll recover, baby."
"I think he already has."
"Good. Now let's talk about us," I told her, reaching out and running my finger over her right nipple.
