"Living in the boarding house gave all of them more sex than they could handle. Still it was little brother's big thing that held most of her attention ... so rigid and so near and so always ready for her hungry lips."
Chapter 1
"Stupid sonofabitch! Where you get off bein' so cheeky!"
"AIN'T CHEEK! I SEEN 'IM!"
"DON'T SASS ME! GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL WHELP! YELL AT ME I'LL TAKE YOUR HIDE OFF!"
Friday night at Ma Conner's boardinghouse. Seven of us at the table and one skulking from chair to chair trying to get a handout without Ma seeing him. Eight, and only five were paying guests. Typical scene, too, and my food was churning already, like it always did by the time I could get away from that dining room.
As if it weren't bad enough to sit down to every meal with my pussy taut from wishing Eric would get under the table with me or something! But, no; that must not have been enough. Always there had to be the yelling and name-calling between Ma and her sister's boy, fifteen-year-old Will Dennis. She'd raised him from the age of nine, after his mother had abandoned him to go whoring in Chicago. Ma was right; he ought to show some respect after all she'd done for him. He didn't. He acted as if he hated her. He let his hair grow until it hung onto his shoulders and talked radical and probably even smoked pot! And he got mad every time she reminded him how much he owed her. So they fought at every meal, him defying her with his snapping, black eyes and crooked teeth and weasel nose and her pushing back the coarse hair that kept falling across her forehead and setting her jaw and shrieking.
It wasn't that I couldn't take it ... or Mark, my fourteen-year-old brother, for that matter. It was just I was scared to death Eric would get a bellyful and tell Ma where to stick her goddamn place.
As usual, though, it was suave, dark, snake-like Duane Fowler who got pissed off, while Eric patiently ignored the row and worked his way through his double portion of dessert.
"For Christ's sake! Sounds like an Irish fishing wharf!" Duane growled. "Belt the little snot and be done with it!"
Ma didn't take a lot of shit off her guests and I don't think she really cared right then if Duane did leave. She fixed him with a baleful glare and drew herself up, swelling as if she had an air pump hooked into her boobs. "Who the hell asked you, Duane Fowler? Just because those know-nothin' owners in Kansas City think you got the brains to run the Emporia Bowl doesn't mean you been out of diapers long enough to tell me how to raise a kid!"
Duane snorted. "Maybe being closer to the diapers makes it easier to remember what works."
Ma sniggered behind her hand. "You're even closer to your high school pettin' days. Hear that ain't gettin' you all you're lookin' for down at the alleys."
That hit a nerve. Duane shot a dark glance toward me and made a snarling noise in his throat. Before he could think of a retort Ma's daughter slipped a knife into the open wound. Nancy was a "super-sophisticated," prematurely mature kid, to judge by her opinion of herself, and she kept up on the gossip around Emporia.
"Even with breaks," she added. And then, as if on some totally unrelated subject and with a quick sideways glance at me, "In fact, they say there's some kind of excitement down along the river these days. A real pusher ought to get down there."
I choked and thought about climbing over the table at her. I'd had to fight Duane off ever since he'd come in as manager of the Emporia Bowl. And that, after I'd changed jobs to get out from under that filthy Mr. Goldstein's thumb at the Bijou Theater. For three and a half miserable years, when I was too young to get another job without Mr. Goldstein's recommendation, I'd submitted to all the degrading experiences he could devise. As cashier at the Bowl, I'd thought I had it made. And then Duane had arrived.
But I'd held him off. As stories began circulating from girls who had bought his line, I'd cringed and firmed up my determination to stay out of his clutches. Even when he kept me late with phony recounts at the register and nit-picking stuff about receipts, I'd held out. For the past three weeks he'd been harassing me that way, and I still hadn't let him make any headway.
Somebody had pulled the rug out from under me, though. Somebody had started a rumor I was slipping off to the river at quitting time and taking on whatever came along. Man or boy or boy-and-dog, the whispers went, Lee Schlangen's taking on all comers. Down on the river bank. Duane could have shot those rumors down with one sentence. He could have confirmed my claim he was keeping me at the register and on the books a couple of hours every night. But all the bastard did was smile knowingly and make a "tch-tch" noise and say he found it hard to believe Miss Schlangen would do all the terrible things they said. In the looks he gave me, it was plain he'd put a stop to that ugly talk once I came across for him.
But even under Nancy's dirty-minded, hurt-'em-whenever-you-get-a-chance attack, I couldn't look at the man without chills of fear chasing themselves up and down my back. I did see Mark sort of lurch in his chair as if he were about to bring something to Nancy's attention. So I kicked his shin good and hard and scowled at him. We couldn't afford to run from Ma the way Eric or Duane could. Not even if Mark had begun hearing the stories and was getting cut up by that little snot's innuendoes.
Eric looked up from his empty dessert plate with a bemused sort of expression as if he'd just gotten there. "Hmm ... Nigg was telling me they're taking record loads of fish out of the river this month. You might want to take a crack at them, Fowler."
Goddamn him! He was such a gentleman! He could always come up with something to take off the pressure, and yet he wouldn't give me the time of day. Wasn't always like this! I thought. You had real hot nuts for me when you first moved in! Wasn't until you started listening to some of those big-mouth bastards you decided you were too good to get mixed up with a tramp like me! And most of the stories just as big lies as the one about the river. I could have cried. Pious shit! I fumed. What makes a Dock Superintendent on a truck freight dock so goddamn pure!
I knew, though. It wasn't being the superintendent and in line for a real promotion into the Kansas City office. It was just what kind of man he was ... tender and thoughtful and conservative ... great, muscular, six-foot-two body for backing up his authority ... words enough in his vocabulary so he didn't have to use the short, ugly ones unless he wanted to. With his crewcut light brown hair and unlined face and physique, I kept imagining he belonged in one of the pictures in that book about Greek gods Mark was studying. And I loved him until sometimes I thought I'd die. Only he wasn't about to tangle with a reputation like mine.
Try supporting yourself and your kid brother like me! I thought. Start out when you're about eighteen--just barely--and he's twelve and only Ma's good word keeps them from sending each of you to some foster home. Just try working to make up the difference between a piddling insurance check and what it costs to live, even at Ma Conner's. Then see what kind of reputation you end up with!
I'd reached the bottom of the self-pity well. I couldn't stay in that damn dining room another minute! I sort of stumbled to my feet and muttered an excuse and got out of there. I guess Mark was just about as up-tight as I was, because he growled something and came after me. And of course, faithful old Gunner gave up his attempt to wheedle a mouthful and padded after Mark.
As I went through the archway toward the stairs I heard Ma sniff.
"Hmph! A body'd think we could have one civilized meal around here. I swear, young man, I don't know what's come over you! Mark my words, you'll get your come-uppance!"
And Will's whining, belligerent response. "Awww, ain't my fault everybody's got a wild hair!"
Chapter 2
For some reason my thoughts kept swirling back to Mr. Goldstein while I climbed the stairs. God, how I hated that man! He'd been pudgy--not really fat, just smooth and pudgy and sweaty--and he'd seemed to me to have as many hands as an octopus. I'd been scared to death of him the first time I'd had to talk to him. Mother and Daddy hadn't been dead longer than a month and I'd already realized the insurance wasn't going to stretch far enough at Ma Conner's. I mean, there were two of us no matter how you looked at it, and that meant it cost for two instead of one. She'd gone to bat for us and kept them from splitting us up, but she did have a living to make, herself. And the people who paid her for board and room furnished that living.
The trouble was, I actually lacked about five months of being old enough to be my own boss. Technically, Mr. Goldstein should have gotten a court okay to put me to work. And that would have meant somebody from Welfare snooping around his place all the time and him filling out extra forms and all sorts of other trouble. But he did understand how desperate I was. So he hired me without going through the formalities. They'd wink at it so long as I kept my nose clean, he assured me. It wouldn't be fair to pay me what the other usherettes got, either, he pointed out, since they were all legal and didn't involve him in any risk. And I could see that and accepted what he was willing to pay; at least I could come out just about even at the end of every month.
Only keeping my nose clean really had meant doing whatever Mr. Goldstein wanted me to. I hadn't been working more than a week before one of the patrons made a big fuss about losing his wallet. I looked for it--he was sitting right on the aisle where I was working--and never did find it. Mr. Goldstein was worried about that. He made me keep looking. And when everybody else had finished and gone home, I was still looking. And Mr. Goldstein was watching me look.
So I was crawling along between two rows of seats and my miniskirt was hiking up to my ass--he insisted on real short skirts for the good of the business--and my head ached until I was practically blind. And all of a sudden I felt his hand on my back, sort of between my shoulder blades, and his other hand grabbed my pussy. God! What could I do? I could yell some and struggle some more, but I didn't have room to break away. And before I could get out more than the first couple of yells he had his hand inside my panties and one finger lying in my slit. He was as fast as a cat, too! I didn't even know how he'd done it, but he got astride me, his knees holding my waist and wedged between the seats and his rump over my shoulders! And that gave him two hands to use where he wanted to.
I'd grown up in a little town about twenty miles upriver from Emporia. I knew farms and farm animals and farm kids. There wasn't anything about sex I hadn't heard and sniggered about and gotten shivers over. Maybe I'd even hidden behind a woodpile once in awhile. But mother and daddy had done what they could to teach me what was "right" and what was "wrong." I could remember how daddy's belt had stung those times when he'd found out I'd slipped a little.
So I was full of horror and panic at what Mr. Goldstein was doing. But that finger in my slit felt good! Oh, God, so terribly good! And I couldn't get away from it! He jerked my panties off my legs and grubbed at my pussy lips with those pudgy hands of his. He pried them apart and rubbed them between his fingers and worked one fingertip around the quivering, raw little rim of my cunt-mouth. And all I could do was make my hips go! I knew there was cunny-juice there; I could feel its heat as it oozed out and the cold as it began to dry. He spread it all over me--on my pussy lips and into the crack between my "bum-apples," as one of the boys used to call them, and right on my scared, puckered little asshole!
I can't remember everything he did that night. It all gets foggy in my mind. But I do remember the way he wrapped his arms around me, just forward of my hips, and lifted my bottom into the air. My feet were waving and my back felt like it would break, and everything was wide open for him! I remember how hot and wet his mouth felt when he shoved his face into my ass crack. I remember the weird, fiery sensation when he kissed--YES, ACTUALLY KISSED--my asshole. But the most fantastic recollection of all is what it felt like when he started wedging the tip of his tongue into that puckered, winking little hole. Oh, Jesus! What an unbelievable sensation! Sweet and awful ... delicious and agonizing ... so exciting it made tears come to my eyes and so repulsive it made me want to throw up!
I didn't throw up. Not then or any time after. But I could have killed myself for some of the things I did because he made me do them. Especially when I found out the projectionist was staying at the theater every time Mr. Goldstein and I did. And that he was taking movies until they had hundreds of feet of me doing all those things. It was too late to quit, then. And Mr. Goldstein started letting other men use me. And boys!
Well, that was the one part I liked right from the start. Those sweet, cherubic, eager little boys with their peewee-cockers that were just barely ready to turn into hard-ons and the way their little foreskins peeled back and left them all red underneath and the way they ...
God! Anyway, Mr. Goldstein got another real young girl in there after I'd worked three and a half years for him. And he let me quit and take the cashier's job at the Emporia Bowl. And I began to get over that awful period.
I guess I thought mostly about those little boys while I climbed the stairs and went back to Mark's and my apartment. I know I was thinking about them when I went inside. And I went right through my bedroom to the sun porch Ma had enclosed and let us have for a sitting room of our own. It was dark in there and I dropped onto the beat-up old rattan lounge and stared out the low windows at the cottonwoods and the street lights and wondered if any of those little boys recognized me now when they came bowling.
I was a little ashamed of myself; the crotch of my panties was wet from the goo my thoughts had triggered. My hands shook a little, too, but that was mostly from the fury and frustration I'd felt in the dining room.
There was a faint scuffling sound and Mark plunked down on the edge of the lounge. He leaned over me and sort of cuddled me without saying anything, as if he were twenty-two and I were fourteen. I let myself float in the warmth and security of his boyish embrace for awhile and then chuckled quietly.
"It's going to be okay, Markie. You know that Latin phrase you keep saying."
"Means 'Don't let the bastards get you down'?" he asked.
"That's the one. They can't get us down." To my horror, my voice cracked and I started to cry. It's that bastard, Eric! I thought. He's the one's getting me down!
Mark just held me tighter. I felt him squashing my boobies and tried to smother the abrupt wave of cock-hunger that washed over me. I cried harder and he squeezed harder and I had to squirm. I mean, my hips were squirming. I was sort of curling up around him and panting through the sobs and my pussy was burning up!
I don't know how he did it, but somehow his hand moved and brushed my bottom. It was like touching a match to a rocket! I grabbed him and hung on. My tits rubbed on him and my knees jerked up to jam my thighs against his buttocks and I was all over him! And his damn hand was all over! He didn't rub my thigh with it more than a couple of strokes, probably, but while I was still twisting around, he got it onto one of my boobs. He could have done anything, then. He was all those little boys rolled into one, and I was going to teach my own brother how to get the most pleasure out of fucking!
He didn't fight when I scrambled around so he was lying down and I was over him. He didn't object when I propped myself up so my boobs were right above his face, either. He simply unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up off the swaying mounds and buried his face between them. But he did jerk pretty hard when I grabbed his hard-on through his trouser-front. That really seemed to shake him!
I didn't mind. I let him buck a little while I unzipped his fly. And when my hand had burrowed inside and clamped onto that naked, smooth cylinder and his wiry pubic hair was pricking my hand, he was welcome to flop around all he wanted to. He was clear gone, though. All of a sudden he wanted to do whatever I wanted him to. He let me undress him. He lay there with his eyes big and round and his mouth forming an "O" and let me take his pants and shorts off and held his arms right for me to get his T-shirt off. And he lay there as if he were paralyzed, looking sort of scared ... scared of what was happening, but more scared to move.
"I'm not going to hurt you, honey," I told him, real soft. "Don't you see? I just want you to learn.
"Yeah." He gulped.
I let my dress settle wider on my shoulders, then shrugged so it slipped away from them. I stood perfectly still while the material sagged and wrinkled and slid down me a little at a time. It hung around my hips, twisted and draped, and I tugged at the bra cups Mark had shoved up. My boobs filled them again and I worked one shoulder strap real slowly off my shoulder, then the other, and pulled my arms out of them. Mark's eyes bugged as he stared at me. "Sis? ..." His voice sounded strangled. "Sis! You're! ..."
When he stopped and didn't say what he'd started to, I pushed my bra down to my waist. Just like that, I pushed it down so my tits spilled into the open. Mark licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and I turned the bra around at my waist so the catch was in front where I could unfasten it easy. And I pulled the empty thing away from me and let it dangle from my hand, slack and flat without its stuffing of flesh. I tossed it away, suddenly not feeling nonchalant or superior, but just as scared and unbelieving as the scared, naked kid who lay there staring up at me.
"Oh, Jeez, sis!" he whispered, kind of hoarse-sounding. "Oh, Jeez!"
As if his awe were a spur, I stiffened and fumbled at another button on my dress. Loosened, it gave the flimsy garment just enough freedom to start sliding again. A fraction of an inch at a time, the swell of my hips came in view--and the broad, sweet curve of my lower belly. My panties hugged me intimately, too thin and clinging to soften the crease at the top of my pubic hair or to hide the dark-shadowed hump where the hair mat thrust forward on my love mound. In the rays of the rising moon--they reached in through the windows and bathed me with their dusky radiance just like in some mythical rite--wisps of black hair twisted around the edges of the panties and were silhouetted against the smooth whiteness of my flesh.
The dress passed the fullness of my bottom and slid off my thighs with a rush, exposing their rounded taper and the taut rigidity of my knees. I stepped out of the crumpled garment and began to work my panties down.
Again, Mark made a strangled noise. His breath hissed unsteadily and he whispered. "Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez, sis! I never seen ...!"
"I know, sweetie." Real soft and tender, like a mother soothing her child. "I know you never. Don't you see, honey? It's time!" And I kept showing him more and more of that secret flesh he hadn't seen. My pubic hair bulged out when the panties freed it, springing full and curly, and my hands shook when I touched part of the crotch of the flimsy garment and found out how wet it really was.
After my whole pussy was uncovered and the panties were halfway down my thighs, there wasn't any way to keep the suspense up. I bent and quickly stripped the messy things from my legs and kicked them and the dress away. And then I stood over him, letting him get his fill of a figure as good as any in Emporia--and better than most--while I studied that peter of his and contemplated how much a man he'd become.
His pubic hair was still a little thin. It clustered into strands that curled in tight ringlets, clinging to the base of the white-shafted, veined, swollen-headed cock. His balls lay half-overlapped in the hollow between his thighs. Their bag was drawn-up and taut, goose-pimpled under the sparse hair that grew on it, and the nuggets inside reminded me of prune-plumbs. His pecker looked like it was going to burst! It lay stiffly on his belly, its tip almost hanging over his belly-button, the head bulging inside its stretched foreskin, which gaped at the end as if gasping for breath.
It exercised a hypnotic charm on me, that innocent, straining young organ. I sank slowly to my knees beside the lounge and laid a hand on his thigh, my fingertips reverently caressing the silken texture of his scrotum while I lowered my face closer and closer to that lovely, pulsing, thick-veined rod of meat above it. With my lips parted expectantly, I touched the softer underside of his dick with a tender kiss. I nibbled at it for a moment while Mark jerked in a deep breath and tensed his thighs. His knees rose and separated when I continued nibbling along the turgid stalk toward its crown, and he groaned.
"Oh, sis! Jeez, sis! ... Unnnhhh! ... Nnnggg!"
I fingered the sweet stem, the pads of my fingertips stroking along its sides while my teeth squeaked on the twitching foreskin. He acted as if he were afraid I meant to bite the raging pecker off. Every little nip brought a sharp flinch, his belly jerking and his cock leaping under my lips. His fists pressed tightly to his hips, clenching and unclenching. But he couldn't fight the eagerness I was arousing in him; his knees spread and his heels dug at the cushion while his hips started grinding.
"Uuuhhh ... nnnNNnnn! ... Oooh, sis, let me play with you, too!"
"Mmm? ... Mmm! Okay!"
I sighed. It was so comfortable and so beautiful this way, kneeling--sitting on my heels with my boobs resting on the edge of the lounge and just touching his hot, young body while I loved his throbbing dick. I'd have to stand, bending at the waist, if he wanted to dabble at my pussy. But I couldn't refuse his young male need. I pushed myself up and bent over him, smiling to myself at the way my boobies coned as they hung beneath me.
He caught at me, pulling me around toward him, and when my leg bumped the side of the lounge and stopped me, he seized that ankle and lifted my foot, swinging my leg across his chest. I gasped at the way my pussy had so suddenly been pulled open to his view. I struggled for a moment, but his hands held me securely and he continued to maneuver me until I knelt astride his chest, his upper arms resting on my calves and pinning my legs. And I stared right into the tip of his cock, shivering at the weird notion the hooded bulb was leering back at me.
I hitched myself over him, my tits brushing his hard, flat belly, and took the young cock in both hands. Lying on him, feeling the thickness of that boyish rib cage wedging my thighs apart and his clumsy, trembling fingers fumbling at my pussy-lips, I lost the artistic detachment I'd felt and became suddenly the voracious, cock-starved female. I extended my tongue and lapped at him. I scoured the skin of his scrotum, feeling his balls slide against each other under my tongue's pressure. I straightened the crusted hairs and stripped them of their musky coating on the surface of my tongue, letting them spring back squeaky clean. And I laved the dear, quivering trunk of his cock, its flavor strong at first with the remnants of sweat and seminal secretions, then clean and fresh and scented only with its own subtle man-smell.
I paced myself. I fought off the ever-growing impulse to gobble at the waiting, bulging head of that glorious prick. My tongue lingered over the last of its homage, caressing and teasing his drum-taut foreskin and twirling with tantalizing persistence around the very rim of that darkly gaping opening that would lead to his cockhead.
Mark was groaning continuously and twisting ferociously. His fingers dragged through the furry pelt that clothed each of my pussy-lips and probed tentatively at the hairless crevice between them. But I knew he was overwhelmingly distracted by the strange, delightful sensations in his dick. And at last my impatience broke its bounds. My hands closed in hard rings over the broadest girth of his hooded cockhead and started working his foreskin back. Terror threaded its way into my thought; maybe he'd never peeled that sheath to expose the tender meat inside! Maybe it wasn't going to be elastic enough to release that one blood-packed knob I wanted so badly to taste--to fondle--to gulp into my throat!
The edge of his hood was like a band of tough wire. It compressed the meat within as I worked it back. Mark wailed, his voice quavering and fearful, and thrust his butt into the air in agony.
"Sis! ... YAGGHHH!... EEEIIIYE! ... OH JEEZ, SIS! ... LOVE OF GOD, DOOOONNN'T!"
I slipped the recalcitrant sheath back into place and worked it gently back and forth, testing it as it began to stretch and loosen. Dear God! I prayed. Oh, dear God, don't let me hurt him! And don't, please don't let it be so tight I can't get it back! Oh, please, God!
Little by little, the hard band softened and stretched. Little by little, the dark, tortured glans came into view. And I put my mouth to it and bathed it in soothing, healing saliva and caressed the sensitized, blunt, quivering nose with my tongue.
"MmmMMmmmMMmmm! ... AHHahhAHHH! ... Sis! ... That feels ... UNNNHHH! ... feels weird! ... Bad and ... and goooOOOD!"
Back ... back more ... stre-e-etch ...! Now let it relax and slide forward ... and cover .... Now push-push-push ... strip-peel-stretch-wiggle-stretch ... And relax ... and stretch ... and relax ... and stretch ... and ... it's ... going ... going goooiiinnnggg! It was a silent chant. It was a litany of desire. It was a prayer of lust and need and love for this innocent child who was my brother. And it was a frantic appeal. And, Oh, dear God, there it goes! THERE IT GOES!
Taut and shiny, a bright red where the inner surface was being exposed, the stretching, resisting, now-tissue-thin hood slipped back until its tightest rim clamped the shoulder-ridge of his cockhead in its embrace. Mark writhed, his fingers digging into my hot, pulsing pussy-lips with heedless force while he tensed against the unknown.
Knowing I could win--knowing I was the boss over that mindless, stubborn piece of skin--I felt a silly rush of triumph and a determination to flaunt my superiority. Instead of stripping it the rest of the way onto his shaft with a quick, easy pull, I thrust it forward to cover the trembling, dewy cockhead again. Slowly, then, the tiniest fraction of an inch at a time, I worked it back toward the flare. As it went back, I teased and wet it with the tip of my tongue until it glistened with my saliva. I pushed it exactly to the greatest width of his cockhead and stopped it there, licking it all the way around and nibbling at it with my lips, massaging its drum-hard-tautness with the warm, firm softness of my mouth.
Again I worked the foreskin forward and again stripped it to its tightest position, again licking and massaging. And again and again, while the tortured, red-streaked, shiny appearance changed to a bruised, mottled-purple, relaxed look. When it stopped binding at the flaring, riblike shoulders, I finally stroked it past them and smoothed the fatty flesh-rich hood along the unyielding hardness of his shaft. And I lovingly caressed it again with my tongue and took playful bites of the inside-out foreskin with my lips, smearing its still-relaxing undersurface with my spit and lipstick.
Mark's virgin cockhead was now mine. It quivered like firm jelly before my eyes. I held the shaft in my hand, gripping it like I had held ice cream cones as a child, and turned it and waved it so I could study the head. It made me think of a startled, half-frightened kid looking at me. It was hard-packed, young flesh, raw-meat colored and a velvety texture under the wetness. The upper surface--I had to push his cock up to a vertical position to look at that--was bulging and domed at the end. It swept around a full curve and began to flare, swelling out to a wide, thick ridge at the rear. When I lowered his cock toward his belly, where in its stiffness it wanted to lie, the undersurface was up where I could see it. And it was like the whole bulging, meaty knob had been pulled together there and welded, leaving a part of the seam open for a passage. The shoulders dipped in where they came together, and they pulled up toward the tip a little, flattening at the end of his slit. The edges of the slit were rolled-smooth, textureless flaps, almost, that gaped apart when I squeezed his cock and drew together when I relaxed the pressure.
A swelling drop of clear, thin liquid trembled on the slit, bridging the gap and threatening to break and spread over the surface. And I knew it had formed after I'd finished stripping back his foreskin, because my tongue had scoured his cockhead then. I extended my tongue to scoop up the drop. My breath was short and my head buzzed with the excitement of the moment as I flipped the sweet fluid into my mouth and let it spread slowly over the waiting inner membranes. The taste, flat and metallic and faintly musky, made my mouth pucker and my tongue press against the roof of my mouth. My palate seemed to quiver and the joints of my jaws to tighten at the taste. I swallowed reflexively and touched the edges of his slit again. With slow, loving strokes, I lapped at the smooth-curved bulges of his cockhead and polished the rubbery flesh.
Mark was groaning. His flat, young belly was writhing, its muscles twisting and rippling with his reaction to the attentions I was giving his eager, twitching cockhead. His thumbs pried my swelling, sensitized pussy-lips apart and explored their inner, fluted lobes, making my hips jerk and weave in a quick, erratic rhythm. I put my lips to his cockhead, parting them to let part of the smooth, warm cock flesh protrude into the domain of my tongue. And I sucked, drawing on the trembling meat as if it were the tip of a cigarette--or as if I were giving a love bite and would afterward be able to see the splotched, bruised surface I'd pulled the blood to.
The subtle man-taste of that spongy bulb aroused my eagerness and made my self-control crumble. I gobbled at it, gulping it fully into my mouth and settling my lips around the throat of the shaft. The broad dome nudged at the back of my tongue and I squeezed, shaping the pulpy mass to the contours of my palate while I sucked hungrily. With deliberate thrusts of my head, I forced his cock back and forth in my mouth, my lips sliding up and down the first inch of his shaft and the knobby bulb ramming from front to back of the hot, wet cavity. I shivered with delight each time his roundness bumped into the arch of my throat and swallowed continually as his youthful fluids seeped onto my tongue.
Mark seemed to get the idea. Groaning happily, he grabbed me, his hands closing on the fronts of my thighs and brushing against my belly. He pulled back and down until my pussy settled over his mouth, and his tongue began to stroke the soft, puffy bulges along the inner slopes of my parted pussy-lips. I was giddy with delight. His caresses were jerky and uncertain, but they were enthusiastic at the same time. Cautiously, I thrust first one leg back and then the other, moving my knees out from under me and extending them past either side of his head. And I felt rocked by excitement at the feel of his ears and the shorter hairs at the sides of his head where they were impressed on the sweat-moistened inner sides of my thighs.
The only noises in that moonlit sun porch were the wet, slurping ones of greedy tonguing and sucking and the puzzled whimpers of Mark's anxious dog, Gunner. I fondled my little brother's balls with one hand, the swollen young eggs sliding over each other inside their crowded bag and the covering puckered and coarse against my fingers.
And I ran my manicured nails lightly up and down the exposed part of the ribbed, pulsing, taut-skinned cockshaft through narrow, trickling rivulets of my own escaping saliva.
His tongue explored my twat, lapping at the inflamed membranes of the inner lips and probing deeper to the aching, juice-coated floor of my slit. I could feel my cunt-rim winking as if it were trying to trap the passing tongue-tip and the hungry, writhing emptiness of my inner passage. My tits now flattened beneath my weight, their pulpy, nodular tissues spreading over my brother's belly. I swayed from side to side on their spongy cushioning and let the quick waves of pleasure wash through me. And I bobbed my head, jacking his thick, engorged cock back and forth over the yielding surface of my tongue while I sucked. My hips jerked fiercely as Mark forced his tongue to the rim of my cunt-mouth and twirled it on that rubbery ring. His smooth, firm young cheeks held my pussy-lips open and worked continuously against them in a way that kept triggering new eruptions of streaming cunt-juice at his sucking lips.
Suddenly his hands stiffened against my hips and he thrust me off his mouth, my twitching ass rising into the air.
"Sis! Jeez, sis!" His words were thick and slurred. "C'n I fuck you now? You gonna let me fuck you?"
I reluctantly pulled my head back to release the straining, leaping cock. "Yes." I swallowed convulsively, the heady flavor of his sweet cockhead lingering at the back of my throat. "Yes, hon, you can fuck me. You want to do that now?"
"Now, sis! Jeez, how much can a guy take?"
"Okay." I felt light-hearted and happy, now, my bitterness and self-pity washed away in the freshet of his innocent lust. "Okay, sweetie. Let go of my legs."
He let me get my knees under me again and I turned around to face him, straddling his waist and raising myself erect over him. He looked puzzled and rested his hands on the taut front muscles of my thighs, his thumbs burying themselves in my dark pussy-hair.
"Whatchya gonna do, sis?"
I didn't say anything. I simply reached under my gulping cunt and grabbed that lovely, rigid dick of his again and lifted it away from his belly. Raising it so it stood upright under me, I let myself down toward it, wiggling my hips so my pussy wove back and forth as they approached the now-trembling dome. My pussy-lips closed around the thick knob, their steaming wetness lubricating the contact and guiding the cockhead to the throbbing, greedy rim of my cunt-mouth.
Mark's eyes widened and a grin spread slowly across his lips. "Oh! Ohhh! I get it, sis! OOOEEE! ... This is going to feel like the greatest!"
We sort of flowed together. My cunt-mouth was hot and wet and stretchy from his sucking and his cockhead was so very smooth and round that the rubbery rim just gobbled the heavy knob right in. The hot, thick, soft walls of my vagina wedged apart as the inward-plowing cockhead bored its own passage between them and reamed the tube his shaft would lie in. As my cunt-rim slid down the length of the ribbed cylinder, I drew a deep, shaky breath and seized my own thighs.
"UNNNHHH! ... MAR-KEE!" My words came out as jerky gasps. "How's ... it ... feeeeel!"
The bristly, sparse wisps of his cock-hair jabbed into the gaping, inflamed membranes surrounding my sinking, cunt-mouth. My hot, oozing flesh molded itself over the bulging base of his cock and the front ridges of his thighs rose to meet my quivering, wriggling ass-cheeks.
Mark grabbed my wrists and squeezed, then lifted his hands to my swaying, full-sloped boobs and cradled them.
"OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! THE GREATEST, SIS! A GLOVE FOR MY PECKER! JUST LIKE A TIGHT GLOVE FOR IT!"
I bounced a little bit and he gasped.
"Ohhh, shiiit!" he groaned. "Let me!"
He shifted his hands to my ass, raising me a couple of inches, and his hips snapped, jerking his ass off the lounge and plunging his stiff, deep-buried cock upward through the crowding organs. Dropping back, he thrust again and then again, each upward stroke ending when his hard cock-base slammed into my pussy. My tits leaped like water-filled balloons and my hair bounced all over my shoulders. I leaned forward enough to brace my hands on his belly and held my ass off him while he pounded at it with his pumping hips. His giant cockhead churned my belly and the thick, slippery dick-shaft scrubbed in and out through the tight-clamped rim of my cunt. I shuddered and shook my head giddily.
"JEEZ, SIS! ... OOOOFFF! ... UNNNHHH! ... RIGHT UP YA!"
His blows speeded and strengthened. He hit my pussy hard enough to fling me right into the air, lifting my knees off the lounge, and I clung to him, my fingers biting into his sides to keep me from being thrown off.
"OH, SWEETIE! OH, SWEEEEETIE!" My voice shook, half sob and half laugh. D-D-DON'T BLAST ME LOOSE!"
"HANG ON! OH, SHIT, HANG ON, SIS!"
An enormous knot of excitement and tension was forming in the core of my belly: I knew I was going to blow into an orgasm within seconds and I wanted to be even closer to this dear, hot-blooded baby brother of mine. I dropped forward, my boobs squashing like pulp over his chest and my hair falling over my shoulders onto his. Tears wet my lashes and moans of happiness bubbled from my parted, twitching lips. I kicked back with my feet, extending my legs outside his, and let my pussy settle around the base of his cock.
"Oh, sweeetie!" I whispered. And I yelled. "OOOHHH, HONNNEEEY! FUCK HAAARRRD! ... HAAARD! ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG! ... CUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
He stopped blasting and strained up under me, the base of his cock grinding my clitoris and the full, meaty cock throbbing inside me. The knot of excitement seemed to rupture, a great tide of hot pleasure surging over me and gut-twisting, spasmodic contractions squeezing my inner walls onto the implanted peter. I went rigid, arching my back and surrendering to the fierce tremor that took me in its grip. My pussy seemed to crawl on his hardness while he pulsed and jerked and his cum spurted against the upper end of my barrel. The warm jism pooled in me and my belly seethed with its new load. My ass-cheeks tightened and clamped together and I pushed my upper torso up with stiff arms to let my weight ride on his spewing cock.
"AGHHH ... UMMMMM ... MMMMM ..." I twisted violently and felt the inner convulsions easing. "Ohhh, honnneeey! ... Sooo goood! ... Markeee, baby!"
"Yummm! Sis, I never came that hard! Not ever!" He shivered and put his arms around me, crushing my naked, slender body against the sweaty, quivering, boy-flesh. "Hot, wet, tight cunt-walls, sis! They just milked everything I had out of me! Jeez, what a way to cum!"
In the returning awareness of my afterglow, I felt an abrupt need to make him understand. "Mark, honey ..."
"Huh?"
"Marky, don't let fucking get to be just a wild, dirty way to get kicks. Always remember how good it can be when you feel right to start with."
"Huh! You blow your mind, sis?"
I tried desperately. "Listen, honey! Think! It's best when it means something besides just getting your balls off! When you're as close to a woman as you can get and you've still got to get closer, then fucking gets you closer!"
"Uh ... okay ... yeah, sis, I see what you're driving at. Okay."
I hoped he did. I lay in our sweat, sliding a little on his happily squirming belly, and made my cunt-mouth squeeze his softened prick affectionately. He giggled and bumped my pussy with his pelvic arch and raised his knees a little to force my thighs further apart.
And he sighed. "We sure fit together good, sis. You're nice to fuck."
By the note of contented love in his voice I knew he did understand. He might find the notion strange and foggy, but on a gut level he did understand.
"Marky ... I love you ..."
"Aww, sis! ... Aw, I love you, too. But let's don't get all mushy. Okay?"
"Okay." I had to laugh. "Okay, sweetie."
"Hey, sis. This isn't going to be the only time, is it? We're going to fuck lots of times, aren't we? Please?"
"Sure. Sure, we will, Marky."
"And we won't always make it something real serious, will we?"
"No. We'll make it fun."
"And play around and try stuff and things like that?"
"Sure. Sure we will."
"Mmm! Okay, sis." And he squeezed me hard.
Chapter 3
We stayed on the lounge quite awhile with Mark's pecker still in me. It was soft and had shrunk a lot, so some of his cum oozed out around it and got both of us gooey and sticky, and the smell of cock got pretty heavy in the night heat, but everything felt great to me. We couldn't stay that way forever, though; Gunner kept whining and nudging at us and his wet nose was awfully cold when he poked it against my side or reared up and stuck it between the backs of my legs.
So we got up and giggled a lot and took a shower together. It was the first time either of us had done that. Mark got another hard-on, what with both of us being soapy and slick and him rubbing against my tits and feeling around. But I wasn't about to let him climb onto me again that night. I mean, a girl doesn't have any right to spoil a kid, even if she is the one who's supporting him. I turned off the hot water when he wasn't looking and the cold stream shriveled him up in a hurry. Even after that, though, we toweled each other dry. I'm afraid I was just about as horny as he was, and I had the most delicious feeling about being able to do just what we wanted to. I made sure the door to the hallway was locked and we went back to the sun porch and left our clothes off and talked.
We didn't turn on the lights; the moon was shining in so bright we could almost make out colors in its glare. And a couple of times we heard people going past in the alley and got up and stood right in the window, naked and gleaming in the silvery light, with me hanging onto Mark's cock and him getting a handful of tit. Nobody happened to look up, and I guess that was pretty lucky. If they'd seen us and said anything to Ma Conner, our ass would have been in a sling.
Somehow we got around to talking a little about what had happened at supper. Mark was sorry for Will, although I felt the kid deserved whatever Ma said.
"Aw, sis!" Mark argued. "How would you like somebody all the time telling you how much you owed her? And knowing your mother didn't even care enough about you to care what happened to you? Wouldn't make you real nice, I bet."
"Well ..." I hadn't thought of Will that way. He was just a nasty, irritating kid, as far as I was concerned. But when Mark put it that way I did have to admit Will had an awful lot of provocation for being a snot. "Well, maybe ..."
"Who likes him, sis? Ain't one person here that does! What's he got going for him?"
That got me where I was weakest. Mark and I had found out all about being lonely and miserable. But at least we knew our mom and dad had loved us and done everything for us they could while they were alive. Will hadn't even had a father; everybody in Emporia knew he was a bastard. And then to lose his mother the way he did--to have her take off to be a whore and not even see that anybody was going to take care of him ...
Well, that was bound to make him feel terrible. It was bound to make him bitter and defensive and contrary. The worst part of it was, like Mark said, nobody anywhere liked the little shit! The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I'd been just as mean to Will as I could be. I'd gone out of my way to make things miserable for him. And there had been a few times when he'd actually tried to be nice to me, like a dog you kick around still comes nosing around with his tail between his legs trying to make you like him.
Maybe I was still thinking about that the next morning. I know I wasn't being very careful. I let Duane Fowler trap me in the upper hallway before I even realized he was there. I guess I was worried about two things. I didn't want to have it on my conscience I'd helped drive a kid out of society. But neither did I like the way Mark seemed to be trying to pattern himself after Will. I mean, I was beginning to see signs of Will's rebelliousness and contempt for what he called the "establishment" cropping up in Mark. And I sure wasn't going to stand still for that!
So there I was. I ran right into Duane ... bumped into him and fell back and looked up to see him looming over me and grinning down at me.
He gave me a real leer and ran his stare right down over me as if I were naked. And he said, "Hey, baby! We've got hours and hours before we've got to open up the alleys. What do you say you come on into my apartment for little cozy loving up?"
I backed a little further away and looked around to see if anybody was around. I knew Mark was still asleep in his room and it looked like Eric might have gone out already. Anyhow, there wasn't anybody in sight upstairs. So I sort of bristled and tried to bluff my way out of it.
"Get lost, man! Maybe you've got plenty of time to waste! Not me! And I don't want any of your loving up!"
"Aw, don't be a sorehead. And don't play so hard to get! Hell, I know you don't mind putting out."
"You don't either! You know those stories aren't true!"
"Yeah? How would I know? Where there's smoke there's fire, I always heard."
"Well, I'm not hot for you, Duane Fowler. You just leave me be! I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the only man in Emporia!"
He turned ugly. He stuck out his jaw at me and sort of bent toward me and I thought he might hit me. He didn't; he just snarled. "Shit! One of these days you're going to piss me off, kid! What's to keep me from grabbing you right now and yanking you in there? Bet you wouldn't even holler!"
"Better see I can't get my fingernails to your eyes, you bastard!"
He kind of lowered his voice. "One of these days, twat! ..." And his eyes looked like a snake's. "One of these days I'm going to tie you up and take some of the sass out of you! Time I get through, you'll beg me to fuck you every time you see me!"
"Fat chance!" I flared at him, a great big chunk of ice in my belly.
He made a sudden lunge as if he meant to grab me. I whirled with a choked yell and made a dash for my own door. I flung it open and dived through. And as I yanked it shut I realized he hadn't taken one step after me. He was still standing there, feet widely planted and hands on hips, laughing up a storm!
Just the same, I didn't go back into the hall until I'd made sure he wasn't there. By the time I did go downstairs, Mark was up and went with me. And everybody was already there. Eric was taking the day off, letting the assistant superintendent handle the dock, and he had on a real snappy-looking pair of brown slacks and a yellow, pull-over sportshirt. His muscles bulged under it and I felt like a giant hand was squeezing my chest.
I spoke to him without thinking. "Oh, gee, you look nice!"
"Hmm." He didn't sound the least bit interested in how I thought he looked.
"Eric ..."
"Hm?" He still wasn't interested.
"Eric ... those things Nancy was hinting last night ... there isn't a bit of truth in them."
He just lifted his eyebrows ... didn't even say anything. And Nancy edged in our direction. She hadn't heard what I'd said; I'd kept my voice low. But maybe it looked to her like there was something developing between Eric and me. She made her hips sway and twisted her shoulders a little so her boobs would look bigger than they were and fluttered her eyelashes. And when she lowered her head and made a shy-type smile that wouldn't have fooled anybody, Eric actually smiled back at her.
It made me sick to my stomach, and I went on into the dining room for breakfast. Will was there. When I sat down, he went into one of those "good-dog" acts, trying to make up. Well, maybe "good-dog" didn't fit this time. He was pretty blunt and outspoken.
"No call for that stuck-up brat to go around making dirty digs at people like she did," he remarked. He didn't raise his head ... simply spoke around a mouthful of cereal and shoveled in another bite.
"What?"
"That stupid Nancy. She's a squid."
"What's a squid?"
He glanced up, then, an expression of lofty pity there to irritate me. "What Nancy is," he said.
My conversation with Mark came back to me. I had to try to be nicer to Will. "Thank you for caring," I told him softly. "It makes it a lot easier to ignore her."
He choked on the bite he was swallowing. "Huh? Thank you?"
"Well, nobody else cared enough to think about how nasty she was being!"
"I ..." He looked confused and maybe a little upset, as if it screwed everything up for somebody to do something besides yell at him. "Well ... nobody stops and thinks how rough it was for you and Mark to have both your ma and pa killed at once. I mean, they ain't lookin' at what it's like when you gotta support your kid brother. The establishment don't make no allowances for that kind of cases. You're on your own like everybody else. And if they c'n get their hooks into you, screw you!"
I didn't like all that talk about the establishment. It was like saying something bad about the flag, almost. "I don't know that I understand that part about the establishment. I mean, what have I got to do with that?" Maybe if I led him on a little I could show him where he was going wrong.
"When you got time someday, I'll explain." He was starting to sound superior again, like that type usually does when you pin them down.
"Why not this morning?" I asked. "I've got some time after breakfast."
"Aww ... There would just be somebody interrupting and making a big noise and not knowing what they were talking about."
"No! Come visit me! We can sit on the sun porch and watch the people down below and talk without anybody bothering us!" He wasn't going to get away with any old excuse! If I could force him to talk sense just once he'd see what silly slogans he was mouthing.
He acted as if I'd trapped him. "Naw. Mark wouldn't understand me trying to make you see. And then he'd go around telling everybody all about it and laughing."
"He's going fishing with a couple of the kids down the street. He won't be there."
"Hmph." Will was as contemptuous of fishing for channel cats in the river as he was of the establishment. "Well ... okay! I'll come up! Only you don't really want to know."
"You'll see." I knew he was preparing himself--making excuses ahead of time for the fact he didn't have anything to back up the meaningless phrases he'd learned.
But he did come up. When he rapped on the door and I opened it, I glanced up the hall to see if anybody was there to notice and breathed a sigh of relief nobody was. As nasty-minded as people were getting to be, no telling what they'd say if they saw him coming into my apartment. I let him in and closed the door fast. And just to be sure, after I motioned him through to the sun porch, I locked the door so nobody would come in without knocking.
For just a second or two, I stood there with my hand on the lock, a strange tingle going over me. There was something appealing about Will in spite of his disagreeable personality. He acted as if under all his bluster he was as naive and inexperienced as Mark. He was only a little older, and if everybody reacted to him the way we did at Ma's, there wouldn't have been much of a way for him to have any experiences. I let myself wonder for an instant if his foreskin would be as tight and unmanageable as Mark's had been if a girl were to try it, then shook off the notion and scolded myself. For Christ's sake get a hold of yourself! I thought. Just because he's a male and you've got him alone with you in your apartment doesn't mean you've got to teach him how to fuck! This isn't the Bijou! Don't be a slut!
So I went out and sat with Will and watched people going by below and listened to him. He didn't have any better idea what he was talking about than I'd expected. All he knew was the slogans and catch phrases.
But he did keep glancing at my boobies out of the comer of his eye, and for the first time I didn't feel dirty about his looking at me. It kept coming back to me that it was lack of love that made him such a mean, nasty kid. And I kept drifting back to the idea one person could wipe out all of that aloneness and hurt.
Chapter 4
Thinking about how close he was to Mark's age and how all alone he was and how Ma never did anything but pick on him, I got all motherly and tender toward him. He wasn't acting the way he usually did; not all smart-ass and know-it-all. He did try to explain the rebellious way he felt. And he did get uncomfortable when some of the things came out sounding pretty hollow. But most of his sincerity most likely was because I listened and didn't shoot him down every time he made a statement.
Pretty soon, when both of us knew he'd said everything he knew, he looked at me real solemn-like and shook his head. His voice was so low I could hardly hear what he said. "How come you're so different, Lee? You ain't a bit like anybody else I know." And then, his face kind of working, "Mark sure is lucky."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything right away, but just looked into those black eyes of his and let the misery behind them soak into me. Then I realized he was going to embarrass himself by letting his lip quiver if I kept looking at him that way. A fifteen-year-old was terribly young and vulnerable, I reminded myself. He might be grown-up enough to screw, physically, but he was still a little boy mentally.
"You had something important to say," I replied as softly as he'd asked. "I wanted to understand. Besides, it's important what you believe."
That was the wrong thing to say, I guess. Suggesting he was important to anybody but himself cracked the shell he'd spent so long building around himself. His eyes glistened and I knew he had tears in them. On impulse, moving before I knew I was going to, I went to him and stood beside his chair cradling his head against my belly. He sat real rigid for a minute and then his shoulders started to shake. I didn't say anything or do anything, except my fingertips sort of rubbed the side of his head. And before long the shaking stopped and his arm slid around me at hip level. His arm was squeezing my ass-cheeks and his hand was on my thigh and sudden, jagged knives of desire were slashing through me.
He was still young enough to teach, I realized. He'd appreciate it like Marky did, I thought. He'd be all big-eyed and breathless. And he's got a young, tender, smooth-headed cock like Mark's. I rubbed my love mound on his shoulder and rubbed the side of his head harder with my fingers. And I bent so one boob rested against his forehead and hung in front of his eyes.
With the contact, everything in me turned on. Pleasure made my stomach flutter and sent hard tingles shooting into my nipples and brought an abrupt, twitching tautness to my pussy. My mouth watered at the thought of that sweet, uneducated young peter hiding in his pants. He was bitter and lonely, but he could melt the bitterness and wash away the loneliness in the delicious closeness I could teach him.
I rubbed my tit on his face, the soft, hot flesh scraping against the layers of cloth separating his flesh from mine. And I thrilled to his quick response as his hand dipped to the short hem of my skirt and slid up my thigh.
"Just rest, sweetie," I whispered. "There're ways of being not lonely."
"Gawddamn!" he exclaimed with an awed tone. "You for real?"
"You made love before?"
"Me? Uh ... well ..."
"Don't tell me, sweetie. I don't want to know that." He hadn't. His hesitation told me that. And it wasn't fair to make him say so. But he was a virgin, just as Mark had been. I was going to be the one who taught him.
I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it free of my skirt. And I continued to bend over him while I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra, my hands under the blouse. I shrugged out of blouse and bra quickly and rubbed my bare tit in his face for a moment, then stepped back. I let him stare, knowing whatever he'd seen of boobies had either been in pictures kids had with them or through crevices where curtains hadn't quite cut off the view. He gawked. His tongue worked at his lips and his knuckles whitened as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone jugs!"
"Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and pulling it outward a little to see it stretch. The front of his pants bulged, tenting over the hard-on inside.
I twisted my shoulders to present the other tit. "Don't make this one jealous," I warned him. "Always be fair when you're Playing with boobies."
He gulped and shifted his position until he could reach with both hands. "Cripes, Lee! They're all soft and mushy!"
"Huh! Mushy!"
"Aw, shit! You know what I mean! Firm, but the inside stuff sort of slides out from under my hands! You know! I didn't really mean mushy!"
I giggled and sighed. He was going to be fun to teach. The student who was afraid he'd make his teacher mad was the kind who tried hardest.
I touched the bump in his pants with one fingertip and he jerked back convulsively. His face reddened and he squirmed. I felt dizzy with power as I pushed myself to my feet. There wasn't any question about who was boss. He might be a rebel on the street, but on my sun porch he was being humble and cautious. He was scared to death of me and of making a fool of himself.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my half-slip. His eyes bugged at the way the white nylon of the slip hugged my hips and cupped in at my crotch. His Adam's apple bobbed spasmodically. Stepping out of the skirt, I stretched the elastic in the waistband of the half-slip and began to wriggle out of the garment.
He groaned. "Cripes, Lee! Something's gonna give!"
I chuckled lightly. "Sure, sweetie. I am."
"Nnnn!"
The slip came off my hips to reveal sheer green panties. At the crotch, one strand of dark hair had escaped and curled against the pale cloth. Will stared open-mouthed at it and made a light, whimpering sound in his throat.
Gaily, I began to roll down the top of the panties. When they stretched in a taut line across my lower belly, pubic hair peeping over them, I reached down and slid the slip off my thighs. I made sure he could see clearly while I lifted one leg, then the other, out of the clinging garment. And I made a work of art working the panties down to expose my pussy. The crotch was darkened by the pussy-juice I'd already oozed, and I knew he was seeing a pink, glistening set of pussy-lips through the veil of my curling, thick brush.
I stood before him, then, still wearing my self-supporting stockings and high heels. He was shaking like an old man. Even his hips were jerking. I turned all the way around for him, letting him feast his eyes on the delicate, clean curves and tantalizing mounds.
"Give you an appetite, sweetie?" I asked gently.
"I dunno about no appetite," he grumbled, "but I'm gonna have hot nuts pretty quick!"
"Well take care of that. Now, it's your turn. Why don't you get undressed for me?"
"Oh, cripes! What if somebody comes, Lee?"
"We're both going to cum, sweetie!"
"Aw, shit! I mean ..."
I let my laughter tinkle around him. "I know what you mean. Nobody's going to come in. The door's locked."
I thought I saw a strange light flicker in his eyes, but it was gone so fast I decided it was my imagination. His fingers fumbled with his clothes. I thought he never was going to get them off! But he finally did, and when he pulled down his shorts, his cock leaped erect with such violence I could hear it slap his belly.
He had more body hair than Mark. He was going to be a hairy man, I could see, and he already had a good start. What made it more obvious was his hair was a glossy black. That made it look thicker than it really was. He gave his clothes a healthy kick and sent them flying into a corner. His face a study in embarrassment, he quieted his fidgeting and faced me. His fists were clenched and tight at his sides while his cock trembled in front of his belly. We faced each other silently while he slowly overcome his embarrassment by appraising me. When I'd heated up to the steaming point under his stare, I backed him to one of the straight chairs and pushed him onto it. I was quaking inside; taking the aggressive role with a fifteen-year-old was a whole lot different from babying the twelve-year-olds Mr. Goldstein had made me teach.
But I hid my growing terror behind a bold, brazen exterior. With a knowing smile, I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly inched toward him, straddling his legs. He was having obvious trouble getting his breath and his cock quivered, it was so hard. He laid his hands on my hips, his eyes wide with concern over making the wrong move, and I kept moving in until my pussy-hair flattened on his belly. My position was awkward; I had to bend my knees outward sharply or spread my feet at a horrible angle because of the way the chair seat wedged my legs apart that close in. And if I spread my feet as far as I'd have to, I'd be forced to put too much of my weight on him. So I kept my knees out and my feet in and stood on tiptoe.
My boobies hung right in his face, and he held his head still, as if it were carved out of stone. An imp of perversity got hold of me. I twisted my shoulders gently from side to side, making first one tit and then the other bump his cheek. He colored again, but he began to get the idea, turning his head to press his face to one boob or the other. I drew back just a little and positioned one boobie in front of his face, the nipple brushing his lips.
Once again, he froze up.
"Go ahead! Kiss it!" I said.
He gulped and kissed it. The way he jerked back and the expression in his face, I was sure he hadn't ever gotten his mouth on a tit before. He kissed the pink, wrinkled lump again, his lips tightly together like a kid who's kissing somebody for the first time. Then, with a quick glance into my face, he touched the velvety button with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooh! Feels funny!" he exclaimed.
"Try getting it between your lips," I suggested. Christ, isn't this kid ever going to thaw? I wondered.
He obeyed. His lips closed on the quivering, eager nubbin and he worked it back and forth in them, getting used to the feel. I felt the tip of his tongue exploring the puckered end of the nipple and quick little thrills of pleasure began to well inward. It seemed to take him forever, but he gradually warmed to the action. Without my having to tell him, he started sucking. And the moment he did, the nipple began to swell. The puckering vanished, every hollow filling with newly-turgid flesh, and the lump thrust outward from the face of my boob. The way his tongue began to caress the sides of the nipple, I knew he could tell the sudden difference.
He was getting over his shyness, too. His hands slipped around from my hips onto my firm, rounded, smooth ass-cheeks. He squeezed with his fingers and wiggled the warm mounds, pulling them apart and closing them together. And to my surprise, his fingers worked gradually toward the center and into my ass-crack.
The composure of the teacher deserted me; by taking the initiative, he was arousing my femininity and producing the deep, inner excitement that comes from mental awareness of sex rather than simply from external stimulus. I felt my pussy writhing with hungry, gulping motion and my thighs tightened and trembled. I let myself down onto his lap and leaned back to keep my boobies at an angle where he could continue sucking at them. And I put my feet on the upper rungs of the chair, my knees angling out further, and pulled myself closer so my pussy rode against the cylinder of his cock-shaft.
He was becoming increasingly self-confident. "Hey, Lee! We're gonna fuck, ain't we?"
"You think this was a tea party?" I giggled. "Of course, we're going to fuck!"
"Mmmm!" He squeezed my ass-cheeks and lifted me.
Sliding down on the chair, his ass going out to the front edge of the seat, he got his cock under me. He maneuvered it until his cockhead, pulsing and ready, was touching my steamy slit. And he let go with his hands.
I didn't settle onto his cock ... not yet. "Wait, sweetie!" I protested. "Just a minute. Okay?"
"Uh ... what for?"
I grinned. "Secret."
He looked disappointed and suspicious, but he grunted assent.
I got my feet on the floor, struggling to keep from impaling myself on his waiting cock, and backed off him. Pushing his knees apart, I knelt between them.
"Hey! Whatchya doin'?"
"Sweetie, a man's got to know he's not just a stick for a woman to screw herself onto!"
"Huh?" He sounded as if he thought I was crazy.
Maybe I was a little. It was something pounded into me while I worked for Mr. Goldstein, and I didn't know if I'd ever lose it. Anyway, I bent close to his peter and caressed it with my fingertips. It seemed a lot smaller than Mark's, but it was nice. The base was just about hidden in the thick, black hair around it, but it stuck up hard and smooth. The hard shield on the back and sides was indented and ridged, as if it were made up of rib-like bands, and the meaty part bulged between the edges of the shell all the way from base to head. There were veins showing faintly blue beneath the shiny, tight skin, and the foreskin looked heavy and wrinkled even with his hard-on.
I nibbled at the underside of the bobbing cock-shaft as if it were an ear of corn, and Will's thighs tensed and started to shake.
"Whew! Oooh, that does feel good!" he exclaimed.
"It's supposed to."
My lipstick was already smeared along the length of the pale dick, and as I lipped his foreskin it coated the soft, fleshy hood heavily. After my experience with Mark, I was cautious when I got ready to strip back Will's foreskin. I needn't have worried. The opening stretched easily and slid back smoothly to expose the purple head of his cock.
He grunted when I pressed close to touch the round knob with my tongue. But when I put my lips to the slit and started to suck, he went wild. The whole game went to pieces!
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my face away from the tender cockhead. "Shit, that's going to blow me off too fast!" He pulled me up, then swung me to the side so I fell across his thigh. And he got hold of my waist and turned me upside down, my feet waving in the air and my belly against his chest. He got one arm across the small of my back, clamping me against him, then knocked my thighs apart and stuck his face into my pussy. I could hear him sniffing.
"Jesus, Lee! Smell that cunt! Sweeeeet!"
He started licking, scooping up the thickening wetness and biting at my pussy-lips. I locked furiously, enraged at so suddenly turning into a toy for him. But the pleasure of the quick-probing, greedy tongue washed away my anger and reduced me to a squirming, eager frame for my cunt.
"Ahhh! ... Unnnhhh!" I got hold of his thighs and worked my mouth close to his cock. "YUNNNHHH!"
The naked cockhead quivered before me. I seized it with one hand and rubbed it while his hips started leaping. Sliding my grip to the shaft, I gulped his cockhead into my mouth and began sucking. Will twisted and bucked, but he wouldn't put me down. Instead, he got my knees under his arms and started licking around my asshole, grunting and wheezing. My ass-cheeks were widely spread by the grotesque angle of my legs, and I could only jerk my hips around while his tongue twirled around the rim of my anus. Excitement fluttered through me. My boobs felt like two bags of hot coals on his belly. I moaned around the meaty, seeping mouthful I sucked on. And suddenly he stabbed the tip of his tongue into my ass, twisting and reaming while I jerked my head up and babbled insanely.
"Yaghhh! ... Jesus Christ, Will! Dooon't do that!"
But I wanted him to. I loved the sensation and knew for the first time what I'd made those little boys feel like. He stuck his tongue as far in as it would go while I writhed and tried not to reach my climax. And when he pulled out his tongue, he started poking fingers into me. I gagged at the amazing feeling. His hand twisted continuously while he widened my resisting anus by sticking more fingers into it. There was a steady burning sensation, but the intense excitement that raged through me submerged the minor discomfort and tore at my reluctance.
At last he swung me away and turned me right side up. "Let's fuck, now, Lee! Okay?"
I was past the stage of being the boss. All I wanted was what he was suggesting. "Yes! Yyyesss! Now, Will, NOW!"
He turned me around and backed me over him. He still slouched on the chair, his ass on the very edge and his cock sticking up at me. My pussy, quivering and wet and gulping, was ready to engulf the young, jerking peter. And as he started to pull me down I sighed with anticipation.
But he missed my cunt-mouth. His cockhead lodged in the crack of my ass, bulging and hot against the rim of my asshole.
"Wrong place!" I yelled. "Wait, Will! Wait a ... YEEOWWWWW! ... YEEIIIGGHHH!"
Brutally, giving me no chance to protest or resist, he clamped his hands on my waist and drove me onto that thick, meaty spike. My anus flamed, the agony filling me like hot air would fill a balloon. I could actually feel the internal pressure swell me to the bursting point as that awful cylinder wedged through the unwilling rim and plunged upward into my guts. My arms and legs thrust themselves straight and my fingers and toes splayed apart. My eyes bulged and my mouth opened to its widest, the cords in my throat leaping taut with an unsounded shriek. I felt myself slide down the length of his cock and slam onto its base, buttocks flattened on the hardness of his thighs and ass cushioned on black pubic hair.
He let go of my waist and grabbed my wrists, jerking my arms behind me and locking them there. His hips jerked fiercely and bounced me up and down his hot, slick shaft. The agony subsided and I began to be conscious of the piston-like strokes of his bulbous cockhead in my belly. He held my arms with one hand and reached around me to grope at my pussy. And without thinking, I guided his fingers by twisting and squirming until they found my clitoris.
"UNH! ... OOOEEE! ... Rub there, Will! Rub my Clit!"
"Your what?" He felt of the hard little lump with his fingertips. "What's that?"
"That's my clit! It's like a switch! Rub it!"
He started rubbing, not gently and coaxingly but vigorously.
"EEEE! ... NOT ... SO ... HARD!"
But he wasn't listening. His cock was plunging and bucking in my ass and he ground my clit against the bony structure inside me. My feet flailed and my boobs jumped wildly, the excitement turning me giddy.
"AAIIIGHHH! ... OH, SHIT!... THERE IT GOESSS!" He groaned deeply and arched himself, his ass high off the chair.
I felt his cock pulsing and the hot cum erupting in my gut. My passion flared and the pleasure bunched, goading me toward a climax. But Will's hand fell away from my clit and he collapsed.
"Sonofabitch, Lee! Ohhh, sonofabitch!"
"I'll sonofabitch you!" I yelled frantically. "Do my clit, damn you! Make me come!"
He laughed, his voice sneering. "Fuck you, lady! Why should I do all the work?" He pushed himself back in the chair, his cock jerking roughly out of my ass, and flung me from him. "Go fuck yourself, you stupid twat!"
I lay where I had fallen, staring up at him incredulously. He'd turned from a willing, half-scared boy into a crude, ugly little rat! He didn't show any sigh of softening; the affection I'd tried to give him hadn't done a thing for him! ... Except get him a free fuck in my ass! I thought bitterly.
He didn't even wash himself off. He simply pulled his clothes on and left the sun porch. "Typical establishment, like I was trying to tell you," he remarked as he left. "Set a guy up with sweet talk and give him a fucking!"
I cried. Dirty little sonofabitch! I thought. Somebody tries to be nice to you and you stick it up their ass!
Chapter 5
I was burning up. I was mad at the little shit for fooling me the way he had, but my ass was sore from its reaming and I was about to turn inside out with frustration. I mean, he'd gotten me so hot I'd enjoyed what he did! And then he'd thrown me aside without letting me have my orgasm!
And when dear, faithful Gunner came over and started nosing at me and whining with sympathy it was more than I could take. I grabbed him and threw my arms around his neck and cried into his ruff. Part shepherd and part something with a lot of hair, he had a thick enough coat for a girl to dry a lot of tears on. So I hugged him and sobbed. And he took it patiently, licking at me now and then as if to say how sorry he was.
Once in awhile his tongue was next to one of my boobs, and when the rough, warm surface rasped across a tittie it just made things worse. I mean, it was like wet sandpaper going over one of those sensitized nipples! It sent hot streaks through me and made my cunt-rim pucker and my belly churn! And I knew that wasn't doing me any good! It was just going to keep me hot without offering any chance for relief! The only thing to do was to get into the shower and maybe rub my clit until I could reach a climax.
I got hold of the window sill--it wasn't much more than knee-high--and started to push myself up. But luckily I happened to be facing toward it and saw the guy next door rocking on his porch and looking right at me. So I sort of dropped back, hunched up on my hands and knees wondering what to do. I'd have to crawl out of the sun porch, I decided.
Only Gunner was nosing around again. He poked his nose against my pussy and sniffed. And it felt so good I waited a minute and let him keep sniffing. He stuck his tongue out and licked, as if he were testing the taste, then licked again like he meant business! God! I thought. Oh, God, that's great! And then, Christ, Lee, why not! Licking like that he's going to make you cum before you know it!
I did crawl. I got over to the lounge with Gunner right behind me, his nose to my ass and his tongue jabbing at my pussy. I was thinking fast. I wanted to be comfortable so I could enjoy the orgasm when it came. And I wanted to make it easy for Gunner to get right down into my cunt with that marvelous, flexible tongue of his. So I got hold of two of the straight chairs and put one at either side of the lounge, just beyond the end. And I flopped onto the cushion on my back and pulled the chairs closer so their back legs rested against the sides of the lounge. I raised my legs and hooked the backs of my knees over the chair backs so I was split wide open.
"Okay, Gunner ... good boy! ... Come on, baby, get a mouthful. Goooood boy!"
He didn't need an invitation. He stuck his nose right down to my pussy and nosed along my pussy-lips with slobber dripping off his tongue and started to lick. My God, what a technique! He didn't just lap it up; he acted like he was getting dessert! He sort of scooped along the rim of each lip first, his tongue broad and covered with barbs that lifted the pussy-hairs and combed them and stripped off the dried stuff on them. I got hold of the pillows and pulled them under my shoulders to prop me up so I could really see what was going on, and those hairs sprang away from his tongue glistening-clean! He did that to both pussy-lips and up around my clit, getting every bit of the stuff off the hair.
I was all swollen already, and the way I had my legs up and out, my pussy-lips were spread way apart. Their inner faces were sort of bulging and red and the thick fluids I'd oozed was in gooey, whitish layers. He started licking at that stuff differently. He just dabbed at it with the front end of his tongue, picking up a little bit at a time and shooting sparks of delight through me at the same time. He went right along one lip, cleaning the surfaces, and then started on the other. And my hips started undulating and my boobs surged and I panted.
The floor of my slit was like a U-shaped valley with me split so far apart, and it was swimming with juice! He scooped at that until I was sure he was scraping skin off! But the sensations were out of this world! I throbbed! My whole body was on fire! My cunt-mouth stretched open and pulsed and my belly twisted and writhed. All I could do was get my hands hooked around my thighs and pull, fighting to keep from interfering with what he was doing.
Oh, Christ, yes! I told myself. Hell, yes, he's going to make you cum!
He gobbled up just about every drop of wetness on me. Even licked around my asshole until it felt raw! And he discovered there was some left on my clitoris. Jesus, I thought I was going right through the ceiling! He knew what he was doing; he worked the hood back and polished its inner surfaces while the hard, reddened little shaft quivered and the conical little head swelled and jerked. And when I thought I'd taken all I could stand, he decided to scour the tender little cock, itself.
"Omigod!" I cried out in absolute, panicky ecstasy. "Omigod, Gunner! No, no! I can't stand that!"
He didn't pay any attention. He went right ahead and stripped off all the flavor. And my hips flogged wildly, my legs tightening to lift me into the air. I let go of my thighs and jammed my hands between the cushion and the side rails of the lounge, shoving until they were firmly wedged in. And my whole body leaped with the excruciating intensity of my pleasure.
I was lucky. A clit just isn't big enough to collect much pussy-juice and he stopped pretty soon. I didn't know I was lucky. I was ready for my orgasm--I could feel the first deep buzzing in my belly that comes when a climax starts--and I begged him to keep at it just a little longer. But he'd got what he was after and was looking for more. And when he found it I realized how lucky I was! I was so hot I was oozing again, and some of the fluid had gotten out to the rim of my cunt-mouth.
He found that. Oh, Jesus, did he find it! He lapped it up and stuck his tongue into the opening for more. And when he discovered it was there--and fresh and plentiful--he drove his tongue right on into my cunt, twisting and curling it and probing into all the inner folds until it felt like some kind of fancy fuck I'd never even dreamed of! It was like a whole new kind of pleasure had exploded inside me! When he was licking my clit, the little organ was so sensitive it almost hurt, but the probing and exploring inside my cunt didn't have any shortcoming. It simply felt fabulous! I twisted and jerked and moaned. My arms were jammed tighter than I'd thought and I couldn't even budge them, but it didn't matter. That just gave me more leverage and saved me from falling off the lounge.
I came. Omigod, how I came! My ass lashed up and down and my feet kicked and my belly churned ... and then my orgasm hit me and I went totally rigid! I think my cunt practically pinched Gunner's tongue off, it contracted so hard. I could feel the spasms in my belly, one contraction following another up the length of my vagina like the cars of a train going through a crossing. I started to shake and couldn't stop. And my voice did a funny thing, sort of rolling out whether I was gasping in or wheezing out. And I kept on coming something awful!
At last he dragged his tongue out of me and stopped pushing his muzzle against my pussy and the spasms got weaker and quit. I sagged, my muscles relaxed and warmth seeped through me. It didn't matter if my legs were still spread and hanging over the backs of the chairs like something hung on a clothesline--or that my arms were wedged down on either side of the lounge cushion so I couldn't move. When my strength came back, I'd be able to figure out what to do about that.
And in the meantime, Gunner acted like he wanted to know what all the groaning had been about. He reared up and put his forepaws on my belly and studied my face. And I grinned at him weakly and made a kissing motion with my lips. Maybe my belly isn't steady enough, I thought when he stepped off it with one paw at either side of my waist. I don't blame him a bit. Besides, he's heavy. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head and touched my mouth with his tongue. I laughed and jerked my face to one side. I mean, who wants a dog licking her on the mouth?
There was something jabbing against my pussy-lips and I wiggled a little bit. It did feel kind of good and I was too relaxed from that orgasm I'd wanted so badly to ask myself what it might be. I just wiggled some more and kept turning my head from one side to the other. I giggled some, too, because that point on my pussy kind of tickled as it poked at me. It kept getting closer and closer to my cunt-mouth, jabbing at the slope of my pussy-lip and sliding along it toward the center, then jabbing again and sliding some more, as if my pussy was a sort of funnel. And in a moment it got clear to the center, where it nestled into the crater my cunt-rim made. And it pressed right up tight like a plug.
"GUNNER! FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
His hips had jerked some and he'd clasped my waist with his paws and tugged me toward him--well, tugged me further under him, I suppose. And all of a sudden I stopped daydreaming and awoke to where I was and what was going on.
"GUNNER! YOU SONOFABITCH! YOU'RE TRYING TO STICK YOUR PECKER INTO ME!" I jerked my hips real hard and yanked at my arms to free them. But they were still stuck, and jerking my hips lifted me enough his paws could really slam me under him.
Slam me under him! Slam me right onto that big, slippery, sharp-pointed, stiff cock, that's what! The point was already resting right in my cunt-mouth! And he was jabbing with his hips and when his paws swept me under him he slid me onto his peter as if I were a sleeve going onto an arm!
I got my legs off the backs of the chairs first of all; I was going to kick him the hell off me! That was for sure! But I couldn't really get my feet into position to do any kicking. I mean, his thighs were brushing my ass and when I lowered my legs some I was just holding him between my thighs. And I figured that out right off! So I pulled my knees up again and laid my thighs tight against his flanks and let him drive his cock into me. What else could I do?
I remembered that pecker of his! It wasn't so awful big around ... not as big as Mark's ... maybe not even as big as Will's. But it was long! I remembered! When he'd get a real hard-on, that dong would stick almost a foot out of its sheath, red and shiny and slick with some bluish streaks on it and a long, sharp-pointed head!
And it was sliding up my tube! It felt plenty thick! Maybe my cunt-mouth was just squeezing on it, I don't know. But it felt thick! And it kept shoving up in me, plowing the walls of my vagina aside and bumping into the hardness of my womb and pushing past it to the very end of my cavity! And then it stretched the membranes and kept going!
Until I finally felt like he'd got another prick somewhere and was just using the first as a guide! He was trying to poke something that felt like a watermelon into my cunt! God, it felt weird! And it was so big I wanted it all of a sudden! I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles behind his rump and jerked with all my strength! And we got it in.
He started fucking then. His hips jerked back and forth and his paws yanked me back and forth to the same rhythm and slobber dripped from his tongue onto my neck and all over my face. But I didn't mind the slobber; I liked it. It was part of the fucking! His sheath was covered with stiff, sharp hairs, and they dug into the quivering, taut, soft membranes all around my cunt-mouth. And the hair under his belly hung over my belly like a thick, woolly furpiece. It tickled my boobs and made them get all hot and twitchy. And my pussy felt like I was jamming a fox neckpiece on it. But he was fucking! His pecker was locked in, the last enormous knob even bigger than when we forced it in, and too thick to go back through my cunt-mouth. But there was an inch or so of shaft to slide back and forth, and his cockhead was churning my belly and making real squirmy feelings all through my insides. And the tough piece of hide that attached his sheath to his belly was riding on my clit and I was beside myself with lust!
I clutched him between my knees and clamped the inner sides of my feet on his haunches. His hair was coarse and matted, and it rubbed the insides of my thighs almost raw. I buried my hands in his fur and clenched my fists on handfuls of the thick stuff, holding myself up against him while he swept me back and forth and pounded my twat on that marvelous, prickly sheath.
My excitement exploded. I gasped and held my breath while the spasms started all over again. My belly writhed and I let my head hang back, rocking it from side to side as my cunt milked that glorious, misshapen cock in my belly.
But Gunner wasn't going to be hurried. He wasn't ready yet, so he kept fucking. The trouble with that was, I couldn't quite stop cumming. The convulsions subsided and the contractions kept right on happening, slower and weaker, but still there. And I kept right on shaking with the ecstasy that never happens except in a climax.
At last, he stopped pumping and simply clamped me to him, his whole body quivering and his ass vibrating like a hand massager. It was fantastic! His cock vibrated in me! It made every organ in my belly buzz, and it aroused an impossible level of excitement and pleasure. The sensation of that broad, pointed spear-head shaking like that in the core of my guts drove me practically delirious with delight! And my orgasm raged over me again.
I clung to Gunner's hairy, muscular body in a frenzy of joy at the unexpected bonus. I laughed and cried at the same time! And when he touched my lips with his tongue I grabbed it and sucked it into my, mouth ... and he reacted in the heat of his slow cumming to drive the long, twisting organ clear down my throat!
His jism collected in my belly and the vibration continued and my lungs were on fire for a breath of fresh air. But he finally began to quiet and his paws didn't haul me onto his cock quite so hard and the vibration subsided. I was still laughing and crying at the same time. I loved that beast with a passion! He'd come to me after that unspeakable little shit had been so treacherous and had turned a disaster into a fabulous triumph of sensation. And he wasn't going to run all over town telling about it!
I felt like a new woman. I was exhausted, of course, and I was getting sticky from his drying slobber, but I'd cum and had that warm, tingly, contented feeling that follows a good orgasm. I was ready for Gunner to haul his cock out of me and let me get to the shower. Only he wasn't quite ready.
"Come on, baby!" I had to giggle at the satisfied expression around his eyes.
In fact, he was almost sickening with self-satisfaction. His face wrinkled a little around his eyes and his ears were pricked forward and he was grinning as if he were eating horseshit in the street! He looked down at me kind of sleepy-like as if I were a rag doll somebody had given him. And I'll be damned if he didn't give a great, big, lazy yawn, right in my face!
"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed. "For Christ's sake, dog! Who you think you are? Come on, get that peter out of me and let me get up!"
Well, he acted like he was thinking about it. Then he hunched himself a little bit and braced his paws on the cushion and pulled back with his haunches.
"It didn't budge!" I yelled at him. Je-sus! I thought. Now what! The sonofabitch is stuck!
He tugged a little harder and that huge, bulging, iron-hard knot at the back of his cock didn't even begin to move.
Oh, shit! I always thought dogs getting stuck had something to do with spasms in the bitch! I began to panic.
It looked like he was, too. His grin gave way to a troubled look and he began to jerk on his cock. And that thing! ... that great, long, wonderful thing! ... it didn't even feel any softer than the moment he shoved it into me! His tugging didn't accomplish anything but pull my ass off the end of the lounge. I was hanging from him, impaled on an oversized cock, with my arms still wedged between cushion and side rail. Only they were beyond my head, now, like I was going to be spread-eagled.
He kept on jerking and backing. Every time he tried and his pecker didn't move, he half yelped, then whimpered and looked at me as if I were just hanging onto him out of spite. He pulled harder, really putting his shoulders into pushing away from the lounge, and my arms came loose from their trap.
"No!" I yelled, but it was too late. Maybe it wouldn't ever have been on time.
He pulled me right off the lounge. I tumbled under him, my cunt crushed tight against his sheath and my legs in the air over his back and my shoulders resting on the floor. The tension inside my pussy was fierce! I locked my ankles over his back again and took the weight off his pecker and my twat. And the sonofabitch started backing all over the sun porch with me!
I groaned. Oh, you dirty bastard! I thought. I know that guy next door can see your back when you go near the window! And there my feet are, hanging on! What's he going to think about that! Maybe it didn't matter. What mattered was how long it was going to be before I'd get off his cock. Or maybe how long it was going to be before I'd have to scream for help and some dirty-minded Goddamn doctor was going to have to give Gunner a shot to make his cock shrink!
I didn't laugh any more. I just cried. And he just dragged me around. He was getting frantic, too! He was stepping over me and trying to walk forward and making my body twist into impossible shapes and scaring hell out of me!
I got so panicky and so exhausted with my legs clamped around him the way they were--and that monstrous, iron-rod cock still levering around in the middle of my belly and its unbelievable knot hung up at my cunt-mouth--that I began to think I was going to faint! If you do! ... I warned myself. You faint, you stupid bitch, and he's going to yank all your guts right out through your snatch!
But before I came that close to losing consciousness, I did feel a tiny twitch of movement at my cunt-rim. There was just the faintest sensation of slipping. I gasped and tightened the grip of my legs; anything I could do to help that awful swelling on his pecker to go down was worth doing! And little by little, it did shrink, until I finally began to slip off his cock.
Jesus! What a marvelous feeling! I thought. Better coming out than going in! It seemed like a lot longer dick, too. It kept coming out and coming out and coming out until I wondered if I'd had the head in my mouth! But I finally was able to let go all the way with my legs and drop to the floor. And Gunner could step back and eye me with an injured expression. And his Goddamn pecker actually touched the floor!
Well, I was maybe more exhausted than I'd ever been in my life, but I scrambled out from under him and across the sun porch and into the bathroom in record time! I left him while he was flopping down and starting to lick his cock ... probably asking it if it realized what it had gotten into.
Chapter 6
There was one more moment of panic before I got into the shower. Actually, I wasn't quite out of the sun porch. I was scurrying along as fast as I could go on all fours with my butt in the air when I thought I heard the hall door open and close.
Good God! I thought. They're going to see me this way! And then, I thought I locked that! ... Oh, of course. Will had to unlock it to get out.
I made it into the bathroom without whoever it was seeing me. And nobody called to me or anything, so I decided they must have gone away. That didn't mean I wasn't careful when I finished drying off. I wrapped our biggest towel around me and scampered around getting my clothes. But if anybody had come in, they were gone.
I had to go to work before Mark got home from fishing. And he was asleep by the time I got home at twelve-thirty Sunday morning. I'd had my usual ring-around-the-rosy, trying to keep out of Duane's reach. It would have been nice to have somebody's shoulder to cry on.
So I climbed into bed and tried to pretend the pillow was Eric's shoulder and he'd get up and go over to Duane's apartment and call him into the hallway and beat the shit out of him. By the time I'd run that one through with six different kinds of variations it was a dream instead of daydreaming and it was morning and time to get up. Gunner was right there when I rolled out of bed and pulled off my pajamas, but the first time he shoved his nose at me I put him straight.
"What are you? Some kind of fiend or something? You're crazy as hell if you think you're going to drag me all over the floor again! Shove off, buster!"
Mark showed up at the door to his bedroom, his hair all tousled and his eyes mattering. "Who ya talkin' to, sis? Somebody been dragging you someplace."
"Oh, for heaven's sake! Go wash your face with cold water! You're not even awake yet, Marky!"
"Nmmph! ... Guess not. Woulda swore I heard you talking to somebody, though."
I had to giggle, he looked so awful. He turned around, then stopped.
"Funny, sis. Shoulda heard Eric last night."
"Huh! What about Eric? What about him?"
"Jeez, you shoulda heard him. Nancy made some kinda crack and he looks up from his plate an' says, 'Were you there?' So she turns red an' says, 'Me? A place like that?' all snotty-like. An' he says, 'Well, how do you know, then? Ought to watch out; they've got laws about talking about people.' She's fit to be tied, but Will--y'know, he's kind of a slob, sis--anyhow, Will grins around a big mouthful o' spaghetti an' says, 'Yeah, man! Only ain't no sweat! Y'oughta seen her when ...'"
I just about died right there. I knew what Will could tell them!
But Mark went on. "All of a sudden Will quit talkin'. Eric's starin' at 'im real quiet, like he's got an iceberg up 'is butt. An' when Will's voice peters out, Eric says, 'Sometimes they don't have time for the law to settle loose talk. Sometimes somebody just gets tired of a big-mouth and does something about it on the spot.' An' then he looks down at his plate an' mutters. Maybe he wants me to hear, I don't know. He says, 'Seems like she's a damn sight better than most; at least she doesn't have a mouthful of garbage to tell about everybody else."
"He said that? Marky, he really said that?"
"Yeah. Too low for anybody else but me to hear. But he said it."
Well, let me tell you! I was floating on air! When I started downstairs and Duane stuck his head out into the hall and asked me if today was the day I just told him to go fuck himself and kept right on going. I couldn't help hearing his voice, though, all low and poisonous.
"Can't help feeling this is going to be the day," he murmured. "Got to get rid of some of that sass."
There was something utterly self-confident ringing in his voice, as if he already had me all tied up in his apartment. It was such a distinct quality I shivered all over. And there was Eric, right at the bottom of the stairs! I was running down them so fast I nearly ran over him. He reached out as if he thought he was going to have to catch me, but when he saw I wasn't going to lose my balance he pulled his hand back.
"Kill yourself that way, someday." He growled at me.
"Eric!" I was all out of breath and scared. "Eric, please!" Even then I didn't dare say anything louder than a whisper.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I ... Duane ... I mean ..." I kept trying to catch my breath.
He seemed to be withdrawing. I mean, he didn't really move or anything, but it was like pulling a shell shut around himself. Maybe that was what Mark had meant when he'd said "an iceberg up his butt."
I tried again. "He's going to do something awful! Eric, he really is! I have to keep running away from him at the alleys and he just said ... I mean ..." I got hold of myself and made the words quit tumbling over each other. "Eric, he did! He just stuck his head out and whispered something about today was the day! He's going to! ..."
He didn't even let me finish. His face twisted up as if he were having some kind of argument with himself. "Jesus, Lee!" He looked disgusted. "You, too? Why don't you stop being a cashier and start writing thrillers?"
"ERIC!" I felt like he'd kicked me in the belly.
"I suppose Fowler's a white slaver or something! For God's sake, Lee, get a hold of yourself! He's got a responsible job! Think he's going to flush it down the tubes just like that?" He snapped his fingers.
"But, Eric! ..." I didn't try to say any more. He was the one person at Ma Conner's who could really hurt me. And he just had.
Chapter 7
I didn't even eat breakfast. I simply went back to my room and cried. Maybe it isn't worth fighting, I thought. Why the hell make Duane mad at me when he's my boss? He might give me a raise or something if I put out. I shivered and sat up. You know why you fight, don't you, Lee! Because you're scared to death of him! Because he's not just talking about balling you ... not that sonofabitch!
Just about that time, Mark came back from breakfast and said something about going out to kick around a football with some of the kids. Said he wouldn't be in until about lunch time. So I reminded him how it pissed Ma off for anybody to be late for a meal and he took off.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, Will was knocking at the door. "Hey! That kid brother of yours! He's in deep shit, Lee! You better come quick!"
"Where? What's the matter with him? What is it, Will?"
"Come on! Don't yak about it all day!"
I rushed after him, slamming the door on the way through. "Will! What is it?"
"Something of Duane's ... Duane thinks he took it. Says he's gonna get to th' bottom of it if he has to skin 'im alive!"
"That lousy bastard! Mark wouldn't take anything!"
We were already at Duane's door ... it was only the length of the hall from mine. Will hung back, but I didn't. I yanked the door open and burst into the room.
"Where is he?" I yelled. Christ, I was scared! ... And mad! "Where's Mark, you bastard?"
Duane pretended to be completely innocent. "What? God, Lee, control yourself!"
"Where is he, damn you? Where is he?" I was beside myself by then, and his bland grin infuriated me. I decided I wasn't going to take any more of that shit. I threw myself on him, kicking and clawing. "Get him out here! You sonofabitch, get him out here!"
Well, he was a lot stronger than me. I don't know if I hurt him at all. And all of a sudden I was on the floor with him sitting on top of me. I mean, he didn't hit me or anything ... just threw me on the floor, face down, and sat on the middle of my back. He jerked my hands behind me and tied them. I don't even know what with. He tied each wrist to my belt and then got up and pulled me to my feet.
"You sassy little shit!" He snarled at me. "What the hell do you mean busting in here and attacking me?"
"I did not! You've got ..."
"DON'T STAND THERE AND LIE!" He shouted and I shut up. "For Christ's sake, I've got a witness!" And he turned to where Will was standing just inside the door. "Isn't that what she did, Will?"
"Yeah!" Will grinned and licked his lips. "Sure did!"
"Okay. Just remember that." Duane went over to Will and took something out of his pocket. He handed it to Will. "Now, get lost."
Will looked startled, "What! I'm gonna ..."
Duane just looked at him, real deadly-like. "Gonna haul-ass! That's what you're going to do! NOW, MOVE!"
Will took off as if he thought Duane was about to set him on fire. And Duane shut the door and bolted it.
He turned around and grinned at me. "Well, let's talk about it, baby. What was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Where's Mark? Damn it, where is he?"
"How the hell should I know? Think I keep track of every pimply-faced kid in town?"
Maybe I'm stupid or something. It hadn't really hit me until then. That dirty, rotten Will had sold out! He'd let the establishment use him! ... For a price, he'd run Duane's errand, and here I was!
"Ohhh! ... Oh, you lousy, sneaky bastard! It was all a trap!"
"Really? My, my."
He came toward me and I backed up. I bumped into a little gate-leg table and didn't have anyplace to go. He just kept coming toward me.
"Funny. I said I thought today was the day." He grinned and took hold of me. "Turn around."
Like hell I will! I thought. Anything you get from me you're going to have to work for! I was afraid to say it out loud, but he couldn't keep me from thinking it.
So he whirled me around and mashed the fronts of my thighs against the end of the table. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head and bent me forward. He didn't really slam me down on the table; he just kept pushing until I lost my balance and lay on my face. And he hung onto my hair, holding my head down, while he walked around me.
He untied one hand from my belt and jerked my arm around so my hand was at the edge of the table, right by the corner, and tied it. I still wasn't sure what he was using; I couldn't really see. But I wasn't fighting, either. I knew how badly he could hurt me if he wanted to. He stretched my other arm out the same way and tied it to the other corner. And I couldn't quite reach the floor with my feet. Oh, I could touch it with my toes, but I couldn't get my feet on it solidly enough to move.
"Okay, baby!" God, what a note of triumph he had in his voice! "Okay, baby! Now let's see how sassy you are!"
I sort of whimpered. "Please, Duane! Leave me alone! Let me go!"
"You're just saying that," he said.
He forced his hands under me and mauled my boobs. I mean, he got one hand under my chest and lifted and then got both hands under my boobs and started squeezing and playing with them. I kicked and squirmed, but it wasn't any use.
"You dirty shit!" I yelled at him. "Get your Goddamn hands off my tits!"
He pulled one hand loose and smacked me in the mouth. I groaned and clamped my stinging lips together. I was right! He sure as hell could hurt me if he wanted to!
Keep your stupid mouth shut, Lee! I told myself. Just keep it shut!
So he burrowed his hand back under me and started unbuttoning my blouse. When he had it unbuttoned, he flipped it over my head and unfastened my bra. He broke the shoulder straps and pulled the useless garment out from under me so my bare tits were resting right on the table! Flattened out on it, of course.
"Aw, come on, Lee. You know you just can't wait until I get down to the nitty-gritty."
"Oh, please, Duane!"
"Honey, by the time we get through here you're going to be begging me not to stop."
I was so scared the tears were making a pool on the table under my face. He might do anything! He might even kill me to keep me from talking! And I didn't want to die!
The next thing he did was unzip my skirt. It wasn't easy to work it over my hips with my butt sticking out the way it did, I suppose, but it didn't take him very long. And there I was in my panties and pantyhose (I don't know about anybody else, but when I wear pantyhose I wear panties over them. I mean, a girl looks so naked in pantyhose! And he pulled my panties off without any waste of time at all.
He took his time with the pantyhose. He rolled them back over my ass like every square inch of those pink, round, smooth ass-cheeks was something to gloat over. And he kept running his fingers over the flesh as he uncovered it. When he got the nylon below the depressions where my buttocks cupped in to my thighs, he paused and slid his fingers onto the hair that covered my pussy-lips.
"Nice, Lee! I was afraid you'd been using that thing so much it would be all sloppy and loose. Got a nice, tight little cunt there."
"Oooh! You wouldn't talk like that if there was anybody cared what happened to me!"
"Oh, Lee! How you do carry on! You know how much I care!"
"A lot you care, you big prick!"
I shouldn't have said that. He must have wound up over by the Missouri river, the way he whacked my ass! The slap sounded like dropping a pallet of lumber! And my legs flew out straight and my head jerked up and I let out a yell.
"I don't like a lot of yelling," he said. "Every time you let out a yell, I'm going to clout you one. Understand?" And he blasted me on the ass again.
I couldn't help it! Honest to Jesus, I couldn't! I knew I mustn't make a sound, but it came welling into my throat and burst between my clenched teeth anyhow! So he hit me again and I let out one more yell.
"Sonofabitch!" he said, as if he were talking to himself. "Doesn't learn very fast! Well, I'll put that off for a few minutes."
Instead of smacking me again, he got the pantyhose the rest of the way off. And for a minute, nothing happened.
"Shit!" He sounded disgusted. "Got you on there wrong."
He untied one of my hands and moved it over where the other one was, then tied it up again. And he untied the other and manhandled me around so I was lying across the table with my arms stretched just about straight out to either side. My head was hanging over the edge, unless I held it up. And while he was moving me, he got the blouse off my arms. That left me entirely naked. And the fronts of my thighs were still tight against an edge, only at the side instead of the end.
He tied my ankles, then. He stretched my legs apart until I thought he was going to split me right up the middle and tied them to the table legs. And then he came around in front of me and started taking off his clothes.
He was dark-skinned. I don't know if he was part Indian or part Mexican or what. But his skin was pretty dark and he always gave me the feeling he was some kind of foreigner. It wasn't just suntan. He wasn't white anyplace! He didn't have a whole lot of hair on his body, either. He had real thick, black hair on his head--all wavy and greasy. But not very much on his chest or belly. But it was like a forest at his crotch! God! Black and thick and curly and as stiff-looking as horse hair! And so much on his balls I could hardly see any skin at all! And a big, dark, gleaming cock-shaft. His cockhead--the foreskin, I mean--was even darker and twice as big around! And all blunt and ugly at the front.
It was wet and slimy--a great, big, ugly hard-on with slimy juice on the front. If I hadn't been so helpless I know I wouldn't have thought of it that way; I'd have been all shivery and excited and itching to get hold of it! But it was different, being in the position I was.
He came toward me real slow, hanging onto his dick with one hand and pointing it at me like a firehose. He waved it back and forth a little bit, real gently, like a snake weaving its head from side to side. And it sort of hypnotized me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I held my head up with my neck aching from the strain and let my eyes move back and forth following the weaving of that blunt, hooded, wet, ugly cockhead. And he pushed it right in my face!
All I did was shut my eyes when he touched them with the tip. The foreskin opened like a round mouth, thick-rimmed and a little wrinkled and almost black--and glistening with its coating of wetness. And he poked it right at my eyes. I shut them while he rubbed it across them. The juice stayed. It coated my eyelashes and covered my lids like a thick, sticky snail track. And he kept rubbing it back and forth and around in little circles until he'd spread the gluey substance thick and even over my eyebrows and cheek bones and everything between them.
When he started stroking it down on the softer parts of my cheeks, I got up the nerve to open my eyes. They didn't open easily; it really was sticky! But they did come open. And I think he was watching them, because as soon as I was looking again, he started pulling his foreskin back. He didn't stop brushing me with that fat, hot bulb, but he did start stripping back the thick, heavy hood that had covered it.
Honest to God, that cockhead was as black as ebony! It was round and full and its surface was all kind of velvety with a real fine tracery of lines and had a thick layer of that thick goo on it. And he kept smearing the goo all over my face. He shoved the end of the head against one of my nostrils and kind of twisted it, as if he meant to fuck me right up my nose. And then he did the same thing to the other nostril. When he slid the slick bulb to one side and bored it against my cheek, the fumes in my nose swirled up into my head and hung there.
It was a strong, pungent, exciting odor. It halfway made me forget how scared I was of him. It made me tingle and sort of took my breath away. And I gasped for air.
The instant my mouth opened, he was stroking the velvety, slimy dome over my lips and coating the surfaces of my front teeth with the stuff. I finally came out of my trance. I jerked my head aside and gagged at the fierce flavor.
It didn't seem to bother him. He jabbed his cockhead right into my ear, really pushing it and twisting at the same time, and I felt the juice pushing inward and heard the roaring of his pulse as it beat in the monstrous, persistent cockhead. Naturally, I wrenched away from that, swinging my head the other way. And of course, he stuck his prick into my other ear!
Something about the sudden dulling of my hearing frightened me. I didn't want him poking his old cock in my mouth; that was too degrading when somebody forced a person. But that was all. I knew what a mouthful of cockhead felt like, and I enjoyed it when it was my own idea. Getting fucked in the ears was something else! I mean, what if he blew off and shot his cum in there? With all the pressure he could generate, he might burst an eardrum and squirt my brains full of it!
So I faced him and let him hold the warm, spongy mass right on my lips. And I even parted them a little bit so I could taste that powerful flavor again.
"Go ahead, baby!" His voice taunted me. "Go ahead! Get a good mouthful! Won't find one as good as this one every day!"
I sucked at the tip. I lipped it like I would an ice cream cone and even touched it with the tip of my tongue. It was good! And if I kept him thinking about how good it felt when I kissed it, maybe he wouldn't hurt me!
I worked my lips a little further onto it and caressed the rounded, blunt dome with my tongue.
"NNNNNHH! ... That's fine, sugar! ... Just fine!"
If I could just keep him liking it! I slipped my tongue around onto the underside and jabbed it at his slit, the rolled, hard edges feeling like wet glass rods. A drop of warm, acrid-tasting fluid oozed onto my tongue and I drew it back and swallowed. My lips extended and I forced my jaws apart, inviting him to stick the whole bulging cockhead into my mouth.
He did. He pushed it forward past my teeth and onto the broad surface of my tongue until it blocked the arch at the front of my throat. I closed my lips around the neck of his cock-shaft. With a hard gulp, I began sucking. At first, there was a regular spout of man-juice into my throat. I swallowed and sucked, my tongue pushing at the underside of the thick, meaty knob. And his hips sort of jerked back and forth, bumping the end of his cockhead against the back of my mouth and stretching the opening to my throat.
For the moment I wasn't doing something I was being forced into. The back of my jaw buzzed and my mouth puckered and excitement made my tits hot against the table. I wanted that dick! I wanted its warmth and thickness and pressure in my mouth! I wanted it all the way down in my belly, right down my throat!
I sucked furiously, my lips tugging and my jaw propped open by its burden. Duane kept surging at me, the wonderful, smooth, wedging bulb of his cockhead advancing thousandths of an inch at a time along the tube of my throat. Getting it past the archway--getting the ridged shoulders of that enormous, choking bulb from the back of my mouth into the cavity of my throat--was the hardest part. But it sort of popped through between the violent swallowing I was doing. And then it was easy. I couldn't breathe very well; the air passage was too constricted for much air to pass at once, but I wasn't suffocating.
And I kept sucking and swallowing and he kept pushing. It did hurt some--a good hurt--but the way it swelled my throat and filled me made it a glorious, unforgettable experience! I kept feeling the smooth, ribbed hardness of his cock-shaft sliding in between my encircling lips and over my tongue and saw that black, matted, wiry brush of pubic hair getting closer and closer to my face. And I kept sucking harder and swallowing oftener.
At last, my nose was buried in his pubic hair! New, biting odors assailed me and there was a fabulous sensation where his cockhead had passed the hollow where my collar bones join together. I was breathing air filtered through inches of close-woven hair, as if through steel wool, and all his body odors were coming in with it. And I was in a state of utter bliss!
He sounded like he was in some kind of state, too. "UNNNHHH! ... OOOEEEE! ... EEEYYOOWWW! ... SUCK IT, BABY! EAT IT UP!"
He didn't have to urge me. I was gobbling as hard as I could. But he didn't really want to go all the way that way. He had other things in mind and didn't want to get side-tracked. So he didn't cum that way. Just when everything was perfect--when his brutal, gorgeous, mammoth cockhead had settled into place between my lungs so it felt marvelously warm and comfortable to me--he started pulling it out again. If I could have cried, I would! I did all I could. I swallowed desperately and hung on with my lips and sucked fiercely, but it kept pulling up my throat and out of my mouth. And pretty soon the shoulders were at the archway and stretching it and popping through and I didn't have his peter in my throat any more.
He didn't even let me keep it in my mouth! And I didn't dare bite down to hold it. I mean, bite a guy's dick and he's just as likely as not to kill you right then and there! So I had to whimper my disappointment and let him pull it clear out. And all I could do was lick my lips for the last of the goodies.
"Goddamn!" He sounded awed. "First time that ever happened! You've really got an educated throat, kid! Getting a dick all the way in! Jee-Zus!"
I couldn't talk. I don't know what had happened, but I didn't have any voice. No voice at all! Just a wheezing of air when I tried to say something.
You bastard! I thought. Duane Fowler, if you let me squash my voice box trying to get that cock into my stomach, I'll put ground glass in your soup tonight!
I don't think he realized there was any problem. He got my face in his hands and mauled it a little, as if it were a boob, and chuckled with a dirty kind of tone. "Hey, you're the dumb twat who did all the yelling! And I said you were going to get cracked for every yell, didn't I!"
So he went around to the other side of the table behind me and laid his hand on my ass. I mean, there it was, two full, plump, pink-and-white, smooth ass-cheeks staring him in the face. And all that valley between them, and glossy brown hair only half hiding the wet, shiny, quivering pussy-lips. Enough to make a man's mouth water! And all he's thinking about is clobbering me! I thought.
He did! Oh, Jesus, did he hit me! The flat of his hand, swinging like a baseball bat, right onto one side of my butt! And I hadn't really believed he was going to do it, so I hadn't tightened up or anything!
EEEYYYOOOWWWEEE! I shrieked in my mind. I opened my mouth all the way and forced air over my voice box for a horrible scream, but there wasn't even a squeak.
"Hey! You for real, Lee?"
I let my head drop so my chin was against the dropped table leaf. I couldn't even answer a question like that!
"You for real, kid? You really got the guts to take that without a whimper?"
He hauled off and smashed one to the other cheek. Christ, it bounced my whole body! And I tried again to scream and couldn't!
He whistled. "Whewee! Sonofabitch! You're tough as nails! Never would have believed it!"
But he quit hitting me. Maybe it wasn't any fun when I wasn't screaming and begging him to stop.
Damn him! He just started pawing those poor, smarting, upthrust ass-cheeks! Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad. I mean, he could have been beating on them. And with him rubbing and stroking and all, they did stop stinging pretty fast. Trouble was, they were sensitized until you wouldn't have believed it! And every movement of his fingers made me tingle all over! Shivers were running right straight around the humps into my pussy!
But he didn't seem to care whether I liked it or not. He was just interested in his own kicks. After he'd been rubbing for awhile he started squeezing the soft, full-packed flesh. And he got one ass-check in each hand, clutching it real tight, and started wiggling them around all over my ass! I mean, he'd push them toward one side and then the other--or up toward my back or down toward my thighs. And then he'd pull them apart until my anus popped open and felt like it was tearing apart!
I was trying to groan so he'd know it was hurting, but I still wasn't getting anything but a thin kind of squeak. And he thought I ought to be making all kinds of noise. "Goddamn it, woman! Make a noise! You a fucking iceberg or something?" And he snapped my ass-cheeks apart with a brutal shove. "Say something, you ignorant cunt!"
I guess I made him mad by keeping quiet. He went over to his clothes and pulled his belt out of his pants. And he looked at me with a real ugly stare.
"Go ahead and be stubborn, dummy! See how you like this!"
I did everything I could to let him know. With my arms clear out along the edge of the table, stretched so my shoulders already hurt, I couldn't push myself up very far. But I raised my shoulders by arching my back--got them up so far I felt my boobies unflatten and the nipples come out to the table edge--and held my head up and made an awful face and tried to tell him my voice was gone. And I shook my head and trembled all over! But he didn't want to understand me; I know!
He went back around me and nothing happened for a minute. I cringed and kept my ass as tight as I could and shook and waited. And still nothing happened. And just when the muscles relaxed in my buttocks, he slashed his belt down on them.
Oh, Christ! I thought. Oh, Jesus Christ, what agony! NO, NO, DUANE! NOT AGAIN!
He hit me again, the fiery pain shooting like a great spear through my body and exploding like fireworks at the top of my head. I kicked against the lashings at my ankles and twisted my torso.
"THWACK!" went the belt, curling around the mounds of my ass onto the side of my hip.
EEEYYYRIGGHHH! went the scream in my head.
THWACK ... THWACK ... THWACK ...
YEEEAAAGGGHHH!... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH! ... OOOWWWOOOWWWEEE!!! My skull felt as if it were splitting wide open and my ass felt like he was burning gasoline on it.
He just kept hitting me! LOVE OF JESUS, DUANE! my mind kept saying. YOU'LL KILL ME! I CAN'T STAND IT!
The end of the belt kept curling around me and snapping on my tortured, quivering flesh with a loud "thunk!" And when he got tired of beating my buttocks he started on my thighs. That was even worse! When he did that, the tip of the belt snapped on the inner sides of the jerking, writhing columns! And a couple of times the whole strip of leather curled right across my pussy-lips! I thought for sure I was going to faint, then.
And everything started getting mixed up inside me. I mean, I didn't know the difference between pain and pleasure any more. And I felt like I was going to come! But he quit beating me before I did. And he came around in front of me and stared into my face with the oddest expression!
"I'll be a sonofabitch!" he exclaimed kind of softly. "Not one Goddamn yell! You're absolutely fantastic! Nobody would ever believe that!"
I was so weak I just let my neck go limp and hung my head. I could feel the edge of the table cutting into my boobs--my nipples were just peeping over it at me. But it wasn't even discomfort; it was just pressure.
He went back around me and started grubbing his fist in my gaping, soaking-wet pussy-lips, his knuckles grinding into the pulpy, swollen flesh and digging at the rubbery, gulping rim of my cunt-mouth. My hips jerked in spite of me, bouncing my raw, burning ass and bumping my belly against the table.
He got hold of my clit and twisted it one way, then the other. I practically floated right off the table! And all of a sudden something started working in my throat again.
"UNNNHHH! ... EEEEE!"
He doubled his fist and ground it up and down the floor of my gaping, inflamed slit.
"EEEEE ... EEYAAGHHH!"
"Hey, Lee! By God, you do make noises! Good for you!"
I felt nothing more for a moment, and then the broad, rounded, hot dome of his cockhead was poking against my cunt-mouth. It pushed inward, slipping against the wet, hungry edges of the ring and filling me with ecstasy.
"Ooooooh, yeesss ...! Aaahhhhh ..."
"Like that! Like that? Tell me!"
"Ooooh, yes! ... I like that!"
"So what do you want me to do? Tell me!"
"UNNHHH ... Stick it in, Duane! Stick it all the way in!"
He plunged his cock into me. No, he didn't plunge it into me, he blasted it into me as if he'd hit the back of it with a sledge hammer. The head was an enormous, blunt-nosed artillery shell and the shaft was a huge, hard, rigid cylinder behind it, and the gun had just fired and the whole thing exploded right into my cunt-mouth! His cockhead surged up the core of my belly, scattering organs and stretching walls. The shaft sawed across the rim of my cunt-mouth, heating it with the speed of its entry. And the base of his cock was a great, broad-faced hammerhead smashing the pulp of my pussy-lips.
"E E E Y I I I Y I I I Y I I I ...! HARD-HARD-HARRRD!"
Pump, pump, pump ...! Bang-bang-bang! Every blow made my head jump as if it were on the end of a whip. My shoulders bulged with the strain and I felt the tendons on the inner sides of my thighs standing out like taut guitar strings. My cunt gummed the surging cock and my belly churned and seethed around the plunging piston that was his cockhead.
He grabbed my ass again and jammed my belly down fiercely against the table, holding my twat perfectly still. There was no give at all, now, as he blasted into me. The whole table shuddered with every crash of his groin on my pussy. He battered me until I knew I was going to be black and blue. And without warning, he jerked that beautiful, hot, bulging cock out of me.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I shrieked at him. "Put it in! FUCK ME, YOU SONOFABITCH! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
His cock had to be covered with all my cunt-juice. The layers were hanging from it in streamers! And he shoved that cruel, lemon-sized cockhead board against my bunghole.
"NOOOOOO! ... JEEE-ZUZ, NOOOOOOO! ... NOT ... THAT ... DUANE! ..."
I trembled all over; I'd had it up the ass the day before! And Will's dong was like somebody's little finger compared with the fully-developed, iron-stiff, club-headed pecker Duane was going to ram up me!
"PULEEEASE ...! OHHH, FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS, DUAAANE ...! PULEEEASE DOOON'T!"
He pushed my buttocks apart until I thought I could hear my ass tearing in two. And he pushed his cock. Oh, Christ, how he pushed on that cock! My sphincter stretched and thinned and burned like wildfire! There was a "POP" I swear I heard! And that hideous fist of spongy meat was inside my ass! His shaft was right behind it, shoving with all the force of his straining hips. His cockhead reamed my gut, straightening the twisted intestine as it plunged up into me. I felt so full I gagged; I thought maybe some of the displaced organs were going to squirt out my mouth!
And he sawed back and forth, his shaft rubbing in and out through that taut, sticky ring that had been a nice, tight asshole. Too much had happened to me on that table for the pain to stay with me very long. My sex-crazed body humped and flailed in its bonds and my belly pounded the hard surface beneath it. My thighs battered at the hanging leaf and my head came up.
"UNNHHH!" He was making noises, too! It must be pinching hell out of that dick! "UNNHHH! ... MMMMMMM!"
Everything that had happened to me in his apartment boiled up in me at once. My excitement shook me like a giant fist and a horrible knot of pleasure hardened in my belly. I stiffened, thrusting outward at my bonds and screaming senselessly. The knot burst and convulsive spasms racked me. My asshole clamped viciously on the plunging cock and Duane's fingertips bit into my ass-cheeks.
"BLOODY HORSESHIT!" He yelled. "YOU'RE GOING TO CUT THE GODDAMN THING OFF! ... WWWAAGGHHHHH! ... UNNNHHHHH! ... UNNNHHHHH!"
He'd hit his orgasm, too! I felt his cum boiling into me and pooling in my gut--a great, buried lake of liquid fire! I kicked at the knots that held me and twisted from side to side while my pleasure tore at my tendons and crushed my muscles. My throat ached from my moans.
At last I began to quiet. And the terrible, gigantic shaft that seemed to split my ass began to shrink. I fell limply against the table, drained of feeling or emotion. Whatever he meant to do now would be nothing compared to what he'd already done to me. I'd never be the same Lee Schlangen again; I hated him so fiercely I practically loved him. Maybe he'd been right. Maybe I would beg him to fuck me!
He dragged his wilted cock out of me and left me alone while he went somewhere to wash. When he came back, he didn't say anything right away, just began to untie me. And when I was standing weakly before him, clinging to the table for support, he stared at me. His eyes were dull and his mouth was sort of loose.
"Well ... You got any of that Goddamn sass left in you, Lee?" he asked.
"Fuck you!" I whispered hoarsely. "Fuck you, Duane Fowler!"
He made half a grin. "You already did."
"And stick your lousy job up your ass! I don't want any part of it."
His voice was absolutely dead. "Take the day off. You'll feel more like working tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's my day off, prick!"
"Oh, yeah. Well, take today off, too."
And he picked up my clothes and handed them to me.
Chapter 8
He hardly looked at me while I was getting dressed. I might as well have been a punching bag. The sonofabitch. That's the trouble with most men; the only thing a woman's any good for is punching their dick into. When they've got their load off, they couldn't care less!
I got out of there as fast as I could. My bra wasn't any good without the shoulder straps, and I carried it in my hand. There wasn't anybody in the hall and I just went down it to my apartment. I was inside but hadn't quite got the door shut when I heard that whiny, super-perfect voice of Nancy's. I stopped to listen.
"... Right in his apartment! Alone!"
I poked my head out to see who she was talking to. The hallway was still empty, but I realized Eric's door was open and her voice was coming from there.
Eric's voice cut in, icy and calm. "You there?" he asked.
"I just told you she was in there alone with him!"
"Then get lost. I won't listen to back fence gossip.
There was a sort of pause. When Nancy spoke again, she sounded reluctant.
"Well ... well, I..." And then her words tumbled over each other. "I did see them! There's a sort of angle where the porch roof ..."
"You spied on Duane."
"Welllll ... Eric, it was awful! She let him tie her out on the table! And she did terrible things! She was like a wild woman! She even ..."
"GET ... OUT ... OF ... HERE! NOW!!!"
I hardly had time to get out of sight. I closed my door almost all the way ... just left it open a crack so I could peek. And Nancy backed out of Eric's apartment with her face the color of a ripe tomato. She was stammering and trying to make him listen, but his door shut right in her face. So she whirled around and stomped down the hall to the stairs. She shot a black look toward my door and disappeared.
Eric's door opened again and he came out. He stood there for a minute looking toward Duane's apartment, then mine. And finally he came toward me. I shut the door in a panic. What was I going to do? I leaped across to my bed and shoved my bra under the pillow and Eric was already knocking.
I tried to keep from shaking as I went to the door.
"Lee, I ..." He hesitated while he studied me.
My mouth felt dry and stiff. I couldn't even smile. And Eric looked terribly uncomfortable.
"I ... Look, Lee. I'm sorry about what I said downstairs this morning. What ... How did it happen?"
"Would you like to come in?" I stammered. When I saw his glance go around the bedroom I added quickly, "To the sun porch, I mean. It's the only living room Mark and I have."
"Oh. Well ..."
I stepped back, hoping. I felt as if my heart were going to jump right out of my chest while I wondered if he'd accept the invitation.
"Well ... yes."
I led him through the bedroom. I was ashamed of the mess it was in but he didn't seem to notice. The sun porch looked better and he took one of the rattan armchairs Ma let us have because they were too beat-up to go anyplace else. For awhile he didn't say anything, just sat with his forearms resting on his legs and studied me some more.
He finally asked again. "How did it happen?"
"Will. Mark went out to mess around with a football ... some of the kids on the street. Only in a few minutes Will came and said Duane had him in his apartment ... accusing him of taking something. So I was scared what Duane would do to him ... I went with Will and ... and ..."
He was mad; I could tell. His lips got tight and pale and a hard, round little lump appeared near the back of his jaw. His eyes got real narrow, their blue looking icy cold. He started talking, more to himself than to me. "Been a plain damn fool. Hear stories and think you're shrugging them off for gossip, but they settle to the bottom and stay there rotting and spoiling everything else." He looked up at my face. "Remember when I first came here, Lee? ... That time we were going to drive up to Topeka for a steak dinner?"
Did I remember! You couldn't have reached me with a pole, I was so high then! Only something had ruined it. He'd said things about an unexpected meeting with the higher-ups, but I'd known he'd begun hearing those stories.
"I remember," I said, my voice kind of chokey.
"I blew that one," he said. "Blew the hell out of it. Look, you think after all this time we might try that again?"
"You ... you really mean that, Eric?" All of a sudden I didn't dare let my voice rise; I had to keep it low and soft.
"Yeah. The fact is, I've been fighting myself. Hell, Lee, there's something about you ... I mean, it's been like having something real special right in front of you and being scared to touch it. Everything I see makes me want you--tells me you're the right girl. And the lousy tongue-waggers kept scaring me off. I'm sorry! Think maybe you could forget what a Goddamn jerk I've been?"
Omigod! I thought. Omigod, that's right next door to proposing! He's not just talking about a date in Topeka!
"Eric ... Oh, Eric! I know! I understand, Eric! I'm not mad at you!" But there were things in my background. Sure, the stories he'd heard were lies, but things had happened that were maybe just as bad. I felt like I was cutting my heart out and throwing it on the floor, but I had to be fair with him. "Eric, things do happen to a girl ... I mean ..."
He shrugged and looked me right in the eye. "So?"
He stood up, still staring into my eyes, and I got to my feet and went to him. I think they could have taken the floor right out from under me without my noticing; my feet didn't even touch it. And there I was, where I'd wanted to be ever since he'd come to Ma Conner's. His arms were just as big and warm as I'd dreamed they would be. And he kissed just as hard and gently as he looked like he would.
But it was awful knowing I hadn't even gotten to take a shower since coming away from Duane's apartment. So I pulled away as soon as that first rush of love eased enough to let me breathe. And I realized how my boobies were tingling where they'd been crushed against him without a bra to keep them in.
"I've ... I've got to ..." I stammered, then stopped confusion. How do you tell a man you've got to take a shower before you can kiss him any more?
I didn't have to. He seemed to have something on his mind. A grim expression came over his face and he squeezed my shoulders. "Something I've got to do, honey," he said. "Maybe it would be fun to go for a walk in a little while. See if the cats are jumping clear out of the water like Nigg says."
He meant walking a block to the north edge of town and the half mile or so to the river to see if the catfish ... Well, anyway, that was a sort of offhand way of saying it was a nice day to spend an hour or two by the river. And it was!
When he left my apartment he didn't even stop at his; he went right past it to Duane's. And he only had to knock once before Duane opened the door. Eric didn't say anything I could hear from where I was peeking through the crack at my door. He just went in with Duane backing away before him. And they didn't shut the door.
There wasn't any noise I could hear. No crashes or grunts of pain or angry voices. Nothing. And I realized I was being pretty sneaky to spy on them. So I took the shower I needed so badly. And Eric came back for me and we went for our walk.
Chapter 9
Emporia is a pretty big town, but it isn't a city by any means. It's about twelve blocks from one side to the other, wherever you start, and then you're either at one of the rivers or on somebody's farm. But there's quite a bit of land right around the town that doesn't get farmed because it floods every time one of the rivers rises. And there's lots of willow and rushes and young poplar so walking to the river is like walking through a miniature forest. The kids mostly like the Cottonwood because it's broader and deeper and has stretches where there's sand on the banks and a rocky bottom; it's just more fun to play in.
But Neosho is a quieter, moodier river. Willows grow right along the bank and hang out over the water. And the poplars and cottonwoods grow up through them and their boughs spread way out across the middle of the river and get mixed up with the branches of trees on the other side and it's sort of subdued like a great big church. In the summer there's a humming from bees and chirping from different kinds of birds. And the frogs make a racket and when you hear a splash out in the water you don't know whether it's because a frog jumped in or a fish was leaping for one of the low-dipping dragonflies.
It's sort of steamy, too, because summer days are so hot there and everything's so moist along the bank. And there's a greenish mistiness to the light under all those trees so it's a little like being in some kind of fairy-land.
Eric and I found a place in a bend of the river where the water had cut a shelf under an overhanging bank and then receded, letting a carpet of grass grow, with tiny wildflowers peeking through it. We sat there and let the magic of the place get to us, with Eric skipping a flat stone across the mirror-face of the water once in awhile and a kingfisher squawking and jumping into the air when he did. We got all sentimental telling each other about when we were kids and what our folks were like and ... Well, first thing I knew we'd sort of drifted into talking about how, kids ought to behave and that brought up how they ought to be trained and led right into what our kids were going to be like.
I think men like to think about what their kids are going to be like. I think they just like to think about the idea of having kids call them Daddy. Anyhow, Eric got to looking all dreamy and he lay back on the grass with his hands folded under the back of his head and stared up into the trees and got a tender, contented note in his voice. And I'd been sitting right beside him, so I sort of twisted around and bent over him with one hand braced on the grass on the other side of his chest. He put one arm around me and pulled me down on him and held me while we talked. And one of my boobies was being crushed on his chest and I was feeling all warm and gushy inside and kind of sweaty where my thighs pressed together.
That wasn't real comfortable so I twisted some more, so I could get my legs stretched out and my ankles crossed and lean on my elbow and let both boobies settle on his chest without getting squashed. I ran my fingers through the hair at his temples and traced across his lips lightly with one fingernail so it tickled him. And he yanked me down and kissed me real hard to make the tickle go away. His fingers began squeezing the flesh on my back, finding spots where it was soft and kneading it and rubbing gently. It wasn't Emporia to me any more, or the bank of the Neosho River in Lyon County, Kansas. It was some magic corner right outside heaven where there wasn't any time or unhappiness or busy, grubby little people scrambling around for a living. There were just Eric and me and a dragonfly hovering out there over the water. I loved Eric--had loved him from the first time I'd seen him--and for the first time knew I was going to live with him the rest of my life. It wasn't going to be perfect; I knew that. He had his work and that was important to him. And maybe we'd have lots of times when we didn't have enough money ... or couldn't agree on the kind of curtains for the living room ... or got jealous or something. But he'd be there and I'd make it work.
The humming bees and chirping, fluttering birds and hovering dragonflies were getting awfully unimportant. There were feelings racing through me that didn't have anything to do with the river or the warmth of the day. Delicious tingling sensations raced back and forth over me and my skin felt all prickly and moist and my pussy twitched so hard I tightened my ass-cheeks and jammed my belly hard against the softness of the thick grass. Eric's hands weren't just kneading, either. I mean, not in one spot. They were wandering all over and he was kissing me so hard I could hardly catch my breath.
He was having the same trouble. His chest was kind of heaving and his breath hit my cheek in hot, short puffs that made me tingle all the way to my toes. One of his hands got hold of my bottom and massaged the soft, rounded hump of an ass-cheek and the other was feeling along my side right close to my boobie. I rocked that side up so the breast came off his chest where he could get hold of it and he cupped his big, rough hand around it and babied it while I thrilled to the warm familiarity.
Eric knew what he wanted to do and didn't waste a lot of time getting ready. He worked his hand inside my blouse and eased my bra off that breast and got his hand full of the quivering, sweat-moist flesh. He trapped the nipple between two fingers and sort of rolled it back and forth while it swelled and hardened and shot jagged feelings of pleasure into me.
I wasn't just breathing hard by then; I was panting and squirming. I was rocking my mouth on his so I could feel his teeth through his lips and so my own teeth jabbed into my lips so I thought they'd draw blood. And my tongue was exploring along the full, wet thickness of his mouth and he was sucking at it and gulping it in and threatening to pull it right out by the roots. His body had gotten all tense and hard and I was rubbing my other tit on him and twisting my hips from side to side, trying to rub my pulsing, hungry pussy against the firmness of the ground.
His hand felt down the back of one of my legs to the hem of the short walking skirt I'd worn and found bare skin and started stroking back up, the skirt riding on his wrist. He got hold of my ass-cheek through the flimsy nylon of my panties and squeezed and rubbed some more and I couldn't keep my ankles crossed. My knees just wouldn't stay together. They kept inching apart and I kept rotating my hips so my butt got tighter and my pussy got tighter to the ground.
He got his fingers at the waist of my panties and slipped them inside, working the warm tips over the rounded, trembling, damp mounds of my buttocks. The creases, where my butt met my thighs, were real damp with perspiration and I was almost embarrassed when his fingers lingered there, rubbing slowly from side to side. But I didn't really care. All I could do was push my knees further apart and wait for his hand to plunge into the steaming, throbbing, eager softness of my pussy.
"Eric! Mmmm ... Eric ... love ...!" I whispered against his wet mouth. "Mmmmm! ... Mmmm, Eric honey!"
His hand got past my bottom and his fingers slid into the gooey heat between my pussy-lips. God! I couldn't help myself! My hips jerked and pushed my ass right into the air while he stuck one finger right up my cunt! I wiggled around on that blunt, thick, calloused finger while he pushed it back and forth in me. And all of a sudden a wave of fiery excitement a hundred times harder than I'd been feeling swept over me and I smacked my belly on the ground and clamped my thighs together to crush my whole pussy against the hardness of his knuckles.
"Eric!" I mumbled into his mouth again. "Mmm, Eric, fuck me, honey! Now, Puleeease!"
He pulled his hand away from my pussy and used both hands on my shoulders to raise me away from his kiss. "You mean that, baby? You sure you want me to now?" And he stared into my eyes.
I could feel tears of happiness staring and he got blurry. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, honey! I do!"
He made a happy, contented grunting sound and pushed me even further up. I braced myself on my hands while he reached under me to unbutton my blouse and push my bra up close to my neck so my boobs hung out in the open. And he pulled me further up and took one nipple in his mouth, then the whole front of my tit, and sucked it and rubbed it with his tongue. And while he was sucking on it he was reaching down to work my panties over my taut ass-cheeks and down into my thighs. I squirmed enough to get the panties off and then settled on one forearm, letting him keep sucking while I felt for the zipper of his fly.
I got it open, then hesitated a minute before I could get up the nerve to stick my hand inside. When I did, I gasped. God, it was such a big, hot, hairy cock! Stiff and knobby, it was almost too big for my fingers to go around it! And it felt heavy! But I pulled it into the open and squeezed it, my hand jerking up and down on it and feeling the spongy firmness of the foreskin when I tried to caress the head.
Eric groaned a little bit and grabbed at my pussy again, hauling me on top of him and making me straddle his waist. I lay on him, my tit still in his mouth and my hand clinging fiercely to that glorious, massive prick while my pussy-hair got squashed on my own hand and the wet, twitching, meaty cockhead.
He had both hands on the backs of my thighs right below my ass-cheeks and the fingers were pulling my greedy, trembling, swollen pussy-lips apart and feeling again for my cunt-mouth. He reached the rubbery, gaping rim from both sides at the same time. His fingers pulled it open and rubbed around its curvature, poking at the delicate, soft lobes that lined the opening and stretching me as if he needed to get me ready for that awesome, brutal cockhead.
I was ready, I was ready! Jesus! My hips were churning and my ass-cheeks were snapping at each other and my pussy was on fire! But if we were going to fuck right there by the river it didn't seem right to do it as if we were in the back seat of a car. I wanted Eric to be able to see and feel all of me that first time!
"Eric!" I panted. "Eric, let me get undressed for you! All the way, honey!"
"You sure you want to? You're, not afraid of somebody coming by?"
"I'm not scared! Oh, please, Eric?"
"Okay! Jesus, yes! Go ahead!"
So I scrambled up and tore off my blouse and wiggled out of my bra and let my skirt slither down over my legs. And I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood on the balls of my feet and stretched, my arms way up over my head. And Eric grunted suddenly as if somebody had knocked the wind out of him.
"Oof! ... Oh, Jesus, what a body!"
I sensed he hadn't expected the figure I had. With a skip, I whirled away from him to the very edge of the water and posed again. He whistled real softly and jerked off his clothes.
"Damn, baby! You're just gorgeous!"
I was having trouble making my throat behave. I kept gulping and working my mouth, but I couldn't have said anything if my life had depended on it. All I could do was stare at that magnificent, enormous, bulky pecker that jutted so awesomely in front of his belly and the ponderous balls that swung below it.
Finally I got my voice working again. "Omigod, honey! Let's fuck quick before I lose my nerve!"
I ran back to him and let him grab me in his arms and swing me off my feet. And I let him lay me on the grass and pulled my knees up and spread them as wide as I could. I knew what was happening to my pussy. The lips were swollen; the outer, hairy slopes were folded toward my thighs, round-curved and dark and soft. The inner faces were gleaming pinkly, coated with the thickening wetness of my desire and their color darkened by the rush of hot blood. Between them the broad trough of my slit glistened and pulsed and the thick-rimmed mouth of my cunt gaped open for his cock, ringing the blackness of the cavity he was going to fill. My boobies were still mounded, their pale, veined, translucent flesh quivering and their hard, darkened, puckered nipples thrusting defiantly upward, anticipating the weight of his broad, golden-haired chest.
His eyes were shining and the tip of his tongue was wetting his lips as he dropped to his knees between mine. He ran his hands tenderly over the inner, taut surfaces of my thighs and touched the puffy flesh at the edge of my clitoris with one fingertip, then slowly passed his hands upward along my body to grasp my boobs in his palms.
"Holy Christ!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "What a body!"
And he lowered himself into the embrace of my thighs, the thick foreskin halfway withdrawn off the dark bulge of his cockhead before the frightening knob vanished from my view and settled into the fiery heat of my pussy. I felt the hard bulb nudge my cunt-rim and let my hips surge, thrusting my cunt hard against the rigid cock just as his hips snapped forward to drive the brutal head through my stretching opening.
"Ahhhh ...! Oooh, honnney ...!"
The great, blunt cockhead drove to the core of my belly. A delicious, quivering, warm sense of pressure built among my organs, pleasure rippling through me in gentle, sweet waves. I cried with happiness, clinging to his great, muscular shoulders and clamping my thighs on the bristling bulges of his.
His cock-shaft pistoned in and out of the slippery, tight-clutching rim of my cunt-mouth, plunging inward with a giddy rush until the broad, hard structure at its base crashed against my pussy, then dragging back, its ribbed column slipping outward and pulling the bulging cockhead with it until the flared shoulders of the head jerked at the greedy cunt-mouth. The muscles of my inner thighs rolled under his plunges and my belly writhed from the inner flood of pleasure.
"Hang on, baby! ... Hang on! ... Oooh!" His whisper was harsh and
urgent.
My hips leaped under him, driving my pussy up and onto his stroking shaft with each of his lunges. And my ass flattened the grass and pounded it into the damp, spongy earth while my heels dug in frantically.
"HONEY ... HONEY ... FUCK!... FUCK HARD!"
"Grab me, baby! Grab me with your legs!"
I wrapped them around those thrusting hips, my heels drumming on his ass.
"UUUNNNNNNN!... NOWWW!... NOW, HONEY!"
"Okay! ... MMMMM!"
"EEEEEYYIII ...! OOOOOHHH ...!"
"AARGHHH! UMMMPH!"
"NnnNnnNnnnn ... aaahhhhh ..." My belly wrenched in spasms and my thighs held him in their vise-like grip.
He strained against me, boring my ass into the soft earth as he shot me full of his cum. The heat filled me and I seethed with delirious happiness. We shook in the grip of violent tremors and then sagged, overcome by the wild savagery of our mating.
"Oh, honey!" I whispered. "Honey, I do love you so!"
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I love you, too, puss."
Chapter 10
We didn't make any formal announcement. We didn't have to, I suppose; the news must have radiated from my face. And where I'd gaze at Eric with a sort of dumb adoration before while he'd treated me with cool indifference, there was a warm closeness between us now. I'd look up from my plate and see he was watching me, and a quick spark of affection and understanding would pass between us.
Everyone noticed. Mark talked to me about it in our apartment that first night. He was a little awed, because we'd both come to look on Eric as belonging to a world apart from ours. He was typically brotherly, too, though. He had to be satisfied Eric was going to treat me right.
"When's he going to marry you?" he asked bluntly. "Where you gonna live?"
I didn't know the answer to either question. We'd put off setting a date. Somehow it had seemed too big a step; we'd needed a little time for our new closeness to soak in. And we hadn't talked about where--just about a little white clapboard with a picket fence and a brick walk.
But that wasn't really what Mark was thinking about. He was wondering where he'd be. He was wondering what place there would be for a fifteen-year-old kid brother when his sister was a new bride.
"Mark, sweetie ..." I grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "Marky, I don't know. But Eric understands about us. Wherever we live, you're going to be there. And it's going to be a lot better than this!"
Duane Fowler didn't say anything about the new state of affairs at all. He stopped bugging me, though. I became as safe at work as if I'd been in church; it got almost boring. And all of a sudden the cash register and books seemed to be okay, so I didn't have to stay night after night trying to find the source of errors I hadn't been able to see in the first place. At Ma's, he was formal and proper. Honest, it was enough to make a body sick!
Will was his usual snotty self, but he let me to hell alone! I mean he didn't get one bit nicer, but he made it real clear he knew I was out of bounds for him. And he looked so subdued when Eric was anywhere around that first few days I knew Eric had put the fear of the devil in him!
Ma was interested, of course. She could see how close we'd gotten. And she came to me privately for particulars. She didn't let on she was being nosy ... not the kind of nosiness that wants to know the date and the church and the color of the bridal dress and all that. She let on it was strictly businesslike. I mean, after all, she ran a respectable rooming and boarding house and had to have a license and all that meant the authorities wanted assurance there wasn't any hanky-panky going on. The thing with Eric looked on the up and up, she let me know, but it was so sudden. So she was assuming it was the kind of romance that was going to wind up with wedding bands and a ceremony and not one of those backstairs things that got landladies in trouble.
So I reassured her, although I pretended I wasn't about to give away little secrets about what day everything was going to come about.
And Nancy noticed. God, yes, she noticed! She acted offended, first off. You'd have thought Eric was her private claim. And she did everything she could to get his interest. She wore her things as daringly as she could, always risking Ma's hard stare and caustic order to go make herself decent. And she managed always to be bumping into him in out-of-the-way corners. More than once, she managed to get into the downstairs hall in her underwear just as he went through on his way upstairs or outside.
It got so bad I ached for him. It had to be embarrassing to have that thirteen-year-old kid poking her immature little butt at him all the time, no matter how cute she was ... and no matter how cute her butt was, for that matter. It got so I intercepted her a few times just to save Eric the embarrassment and fuss.
Well ... maybe I had a bit more in mind than saving him embarrassment.
Anyhow, irritated and watchful as I'd become, I still almost missed it when it counted. In fact, I did miss it until it was too late to do anything.
I was on my way back to my room. I'd been in Eric's apartment straightening up for him and giving it a little of the feminine touch. And he'd been lounging in his armchair with his feet out on the ottoman making exaggeratedly contented sounds.
"Goddamn, Lee, I'm really going to go for this! Why the hell don't we take a quick run down into Arkansas and get a J.P. to do the honors so I can really get used to the service!"
I'd laughed and made some wisecrack about what was he waiting for. And then I'd hurried out, because he'd suggested exactly what I wanted; and here we were, not even having gotten our license yet or started waiting!
So I wasn't paying close attention when I passed the head of the stairs. Nancy was coming up them and shrank back against the banister when I passed the top. I kept right on going without even looking at her face and it wasn't until I had my hand on my own doorknob I realized what I'd seen out of the corner of my eye.
The child had been wearing spike-heels, for one thing. Her hair had been piled up on her head for another--masses of black ringlets until she could hardly have reached the top with her hand! She had on hose and an indecent miniskirt--I mean, it was so damn short you could see bare thigh above her stocking when she raised a foot on the stairway--and a sleazy blouse with the top two or three buttons unfastened and the neck pulled off one shoulder. It was pulled so far down you could see the white swell of one little boobie! And no Goddamn bra!
Well! I like to twisted that doorknob off! And I turned around to holler at her. But she'd flitted her hot little ass right down the hall where I'd come from and was at Eric's door. And I don't know what the hell she said, but his big, blunt hand came out and closed on her arm and he yanked her inside so fast both her feet were off the floor!
I didn't know what to do! I was so furious at the way the kid was got up that I couldn't even think straight. I kept asking myself what could make her go to Eric's room in that kind of outfit. Obviously, an invitation! And why had he yanked her inside like that? Clearly because she'd gotten there at the wrong time. And what was going on in there?
Well, I don't have to be clairvoyant to figure that out!
I knew if I went to the end of our sun porch nearest Eric's apartment there was a tiny service hallway leading in to where a bunch of flues came together. And I knew there was a place where the flue from Eric's heater went through the wall and the cover guard didn't fit. Well, all right, I'd peeked through it sometimes when he'd first come there, just to watch how beautiful he was when he was reading his paper or something.
So I scrambled into that service tunnel and found the right chink and got my eye up to it. I'd already missed the preliminary sparring. They'd got down to brass tacks by the time I had them in view. And I found myself looking at an entirely different Eric from the man I meant to marry!
He wasn't lounging in his armchair, of course. Not right then. He was standing in the middle of his living room, his feet wide-planted and his hands on his hips, glowering down at Nancy as if he were a Greek god and she was just a lowly mortal. He was giving her the eye, all right; he wasn't missing anything about the way she was dressed. And naturally, he was seeing it from a man's point of view, missing the sleaziness and seeing it as sexy.
He was looking at the way those young, budding, saucy little tits of hers held the blouse out and the way the tiny, flat nipples showed through as shadows. He was looking at the way the too-tight skirt wrinkled across the front and bulged over her new-found love mound and hugged her hips and clearly announced she wasn't wearing panties or a garter belt. And he was ... Well, he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit!
But he gave her a disgusted look and said, "Okay, you want to distribute God's blessings; what the hell have you got I'd give a damn about?"
She simpered and made her hips wiggle. "In the old days the kings had girls the same age as me, Eric. They didn't want to waste time on old bags twenty or twenty-one."
He just shrugged. "In the old days, maybe the broads knew enough to make them worth a king's time. Maybe they got some education about what men wanted by the time they got your age."
"What ... What do you mean?" She sounded as unsure of herself as she had sounded cocky a moment before.
"I mean you come in here flaunting a couple of tits the size of olives and a half-developed ass and expect me to start panting! What the hell! What do you know about what a woman puts out to make a man feel good?"
"I ..." Her voice hardly carried as far as the wall. "I want to learn," she whispered. "I could make you happy; I know I could!"
He looked as cruel and overbearing as he sounded. "Horseshit! You don't give a damn! First thing you have to do you'll start crying and screaming and go running off to mamma!"
"No! No, I won't! I promise! Try me!"
His eyes narrowed and his lip curled at the corner. And he grinned at her--an evil, lecherous, triumphant grin. "Well ... Well, why not? Maybe the right way is to start 'em young!"
"Oh, yes, Eric! Of course it is!" She was ready to climb all over him. She jerked her blouse open and stuck a tit toward him. "Just feel!"
He roared at her. "WHAAAT! What's there to feel! That's not going to do anything for me, you dumb cunt! You're the one who's going to do the work, not me! You're learning; remember?"
"Yes," she replied in a low, quavering tone.
"YES WHAT? GODDAMN IT, WHERE'S YOUR MANNERS?"
"Y-y-yes, sir!" She was so scared she was stuttering. She'd eat his shit right now, I thought. Christ! Maybe he's going to make her do that! Maybe that's the kind of monster he is under that beautiful, gentle front he's put on all this time!
He growled at her. "All right, slut! That's more like it! Now, get your Goddamn clothes off!"
"But ... I ..."
"OFF...! OFF ...! OFF! YOU DUMB SHIT, DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT CHEAP CRAP! YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes ... Yes ...! All right ...!" Tears streamed from her eyes and she sobbed. "Only don't yell at me, please ..."
"AND STOP YOUR GODDAMN SNIVELING! THINK A KING WOULD PUT UP WITH A FUCKING BAWL-BABY?"
She sniffed and choked back the sobs, tearing her clothing off with nervous, fumbling fingers and rolling it up in a tight little bundle and hiding it behind a pillow on his couch. She straightened and let him stare at her. For a thirteen-year-old, she was about three years ahead of herself in development. I mean, a sixteen-year-old would have been better filled out, of course, but she wouldn't have had much better lines.
Nancy's boobs were just about perfect cones. They angled up from her ribs as steeply at the underside as they did down at the upper. They promised to fill out to juicy plumpness real soon, too; the flesh already looked as if it were ringed by bands that were too tight, with the tissues bulging between them. Right out at the tips, they weren't cones, though. They were rounded and fat-looking, faintly pink and shiny-textured. And in the middle of the pink, round, soft, darker-pink little mounds looked as if they'd been stuck on like raisins stuck into dough.
She did have a waist. I mean, most thirteen-year-old girls go straight up and down between ribs and hips, but her waist did pinch in a little and her bottom did look just a little bit plump and squeezable. She had perky, black little ringlets on her mound and her pussy-lips had begun--just begun--to fill. And she had damn nice, shapely legs.
Eric didn't say a word. His haughty scowl didn't even flicker. He kept looking her up and down and very deliberately started pulling off his clothes. I could see terror creeping into Nancy's eyes as she took in the bulk of his shoulders and the massiveness of his chest. And when he pulled off his trousers and shorts she looked like she was choking to death while she measured that brutal cock of his with her gaze.
"Oh, my!" she whispered faintly. "O, my goodness!"
"Now, tramp! You good for anything?"
"What?" she asked as if she hadn't understood.
"I SAID ARE YOU GOOD FOR ANYTHING?"
"Yes ... What do you want me to do ... sir?" He flung himself into his armchair, legs sprawled and widespread, cock standing like a mast in the midst of the gleaming, golden forest of pubic hair.
"LICK IT OFF! ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK IT OFF!"
"Oh, please ..." She whimpered.
But with one glance at his stony expression she sank to her knees and crawled slowly between his legs. Sinking until her ass rested on her heels, she reached hesitantly for the awesome shaft. She touched it with her fingertip and stared with wide eyes at the moist, swollen underside.
"YOU GOT A TONGUE IN YOUR GODDAMN HAND, STUPIDT?" He roared again.
"N-n-no, sir."
"WELL, THEN?"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She bent from the hips, put her hands in her lap, and extended her tongue timidly. The quivering pink tip touched the great shaft and her head recoiled.
"Oh, shit! Rest your stupid elbows outside my legs, dummy! Give yourself some support and get in there and do the Goddamn job right!"
"Oh, please, Eric! D-d-don't be mean to me! I'm trying!"
"WELL, TRY HARDER!"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
Resting her elbows outside his thighs forced her to lean further in and brought the outside bulges of her boobies into contact with the hot flesh of his inner thighs. She shivered and gasped, a thrill of excitement clearly racing over her at the touch. With a half-concealed shudder, she dragged the reluctant tongue up the length of the huge shaft.
Eric patted her on the head. "Now that's the way, girl. Just lick real thorough-like. You'll find it's pleasant after you get the hang of it."
"Oh, dear!" she said weakly. "Yes, sir."
She licked at the bulging, heavy underside of the shaft again, again running her tongue from the base to the flare of the foreskin. Except for another paternal pat on the head, Eric made no gesture or comment. She drew her tongue only a short distance the next time and when there was no reproof, she limited herself to short, nervous lapping. But it was obvious she was finding Eric's prediction to be correct; it wasn't bad at all once she got the hang of it. And she wouldn't have been human if she hadn't thrilled to the enormous, stiff instrument before her. She eased her hand along his hairy, muscular thigh and touched the great shaft of his cock with her fingertips. His lack of comment made her bolder; she closed her fingers around the huge handle and raised the rigid thing to a vertical position. Without realizing it, I'm sure, she extended the range of her tonguing until she was wetting the entire surface.
He made her lick every bit of his shaft and then strip back his foreskin and lick the inside of it. That gave her some trouble; she didn't really know what he was trying to get her to do. And he didn't show any patience at all.
"Come on, stupid! Just put your hand around the Goddamn head, that's all! Okay! That wasn't so hard, was it! ... Now! Squeeze a little bit and pull down! The Goddamn skin moves! ... YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU! God, dummy, doesn't it ever hurt being so stupid?"
"Please, Eric ...!" She sounded scared but indignant. "I'm not stupid!"
"THE HELL YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE HERE, AREN'T YOU? THAT'S ENOUGH TO SHOW HOW STUPID YOU ARE!" He grabbed the hair at the sides of her head with both hands and forced her to look into his face. "Now see if you can do this right. Lick all that skin you just turned inside out. And lick my cockhead. DO IT GENTLE!"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She was meek again. Maybe she was ready to agree she was stupid to be there.
She laved the red, puffy inner flesh of his foreskin with her tongue, scouring it until it gleamed with her saliva, then began applying her tongue tip to the bulging, velvety surfaces of that magnificent meaty bulb of his.
He smiled with contentment. The sonofabitch was really enjoying it! And he made encouraging little remarks, like she'd learn real good if she kept at it and she wasn't all that bad for a beginner and stuff like that. And I could tell she was getting excited, herself. Who wouldn't?
Pretty soon he stirred a little. "Okay, baby. Now you've got it all warmed up; suck it awhile."
"Oh, my! Oh, no, Eric! I couldn't do that!"
"Whaddya mean you couldn't do that?"
She didn't say anything.
So he repeated himself. "WHADDYA MEAN, GODDAMN IT!"
"I ... I just couldn't!" She wailed.
"HORSESHIT! DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU COULD OR COULDN'T DO! I KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO! NOW SUCK THE SONOFABITCH! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT!!!"
"Oh, dear! Oh, Eric, no!" But even while she was begging, she was steeling herself to do as she was told.
She squeezed her eyes tight shut and put her lips on the very tip of his cockhead. She worked them out onto the dome a little bit and began to suck gingerly. And as her lips worked the spongy, soft-textured flesh, she seemed to lose her horror of it. She took more of it between her lips and sucked harder until she had almost half his cockhead in her mouth.
"All right! See, you don't know what the hell you can do when somebody's telling you!" Eric rubbed it in and she turned a fiery red. But she didn't stop sucking.
He muttered at her once in awhile, but I knew he was having trouble controlling his voice. His fists were clenched until the knuckles were white and his belly was wiggling some. That young, troubled face with the screwed up expression and the small, bright-red mouth bent so busily over his cock was probably giving his balls a real tweaking in their crowded sac.
"Okay, honey! The whole head now. Easy does it ... and keep those Goddamn teeth to themselves if you want to keep them!"
She winced and stretched her jaw. It looked to me like she was going to dislocate it before she finally got her lips closed behind those wide-flaring shoulders at the back of his cockhead. She looked frightened and amazed and smugly triumphant, all at the same time. She might have been scared he was going to come in her mouth and choke her. Or maybe she had to stretch her jaw so wide to get that majestic knob past her teeth she was afraid she'd never get it out. I don't know what she was scared of. But it was obvious she was proud of herself for getting the whole thing in. And the way she swallowed with the corners of her mouth smiling around that monstrous pole, she liked the taste of the fresh man-juice that was trickling from his slit.
She started sucking again. Her jaw moved, too, at the back and underneath, so I knew she was doing things with her tongue.
And Eric said what I was thinking. "Get over thinking you're so damn special, you'll be pretty good by the time you grow up, kid." And he patted her head again.
God, how that must have infuriated her! I could see her get tense every time he did it. And I'll bet she was really having to fight herself to keep from pasting him one! But she wasn't quite that stupid; she just took it however he dished it out.
"Okay, baby. Now you know what you're supposed to be doing. Now, listen carefully. You keep that cockhead right in your mouth and keep sucking. And get up on your feet while you're doing it. Nod if you got that."
She nodded, looking miserable. It was bad enough when she was nestled down between those sturdy, powerful legs of his; it was going to be sheer torture if she had to stand up and do this while she had that tender, innocent young fanny sticking in the air. But she struggled awkwardly to her feet, bending at the hips and clutching his thighs, leaning on them for balance. I had the grotesque notion she was getting ready to do a headstand on the top of that great, sturdy cock, the head still encased in her mouth.
Eric growled. "Fine, so far. Now, Goddamn you, dummy, hang on! DON'T LET THAT DICK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH ... AND DON'T BITE IT OR I'LL MAKE YOU SWALLOW IT!"
She nodded again, trembling with apprehension. Eric seized her waist and lifted. He upended her and swung her legs around, rotating her so her boobs hung over his belly and her belly faced him.
I shivered; I knew what was going to happen to her and could only wish silently I were out there instead of Nancy.
He pulled her toward him. Butting her knees apart with his head he let her thighs settle on his shoulders astride his neck and stared down at that gleaming, pink young pussy. Nancy was sucking desperately and whimpering in her throat. She twisted in vain when Eric cupped his bear-like paws over her ass-cheeks and began manipulating them. And she stiffened with a jerk when he put his lips into the midst of the quivering, tender flesh of her cunt. Her legs straightened and her toes were pointing. Her boobies swished back and forth across his belly and she grabbed his cock to steady herself. But he laid his forearm across the small of her back and pinned her to him while he began lipping the sensitized inner faces of her pussy-lips.
"MMP! ... MMMMMPP! ... MMMMM ...!" Her throat swelled with the force of the choked moans. And her tone was one of startled, undeniable pleasure.
Eric tongued the virgin slopes thoroughly and expertly. The tip of his tongue traced complex patterns over the reddening, swelling tissues and dipped inward as her pussy-lips unfolded. He rimmed her tight, winking little cunt-mouth with it and bored the tip through her taut ring. With his free hand he pulled her ass closer under his face and began teasing the puckered, twitching, pale little asshole. She jerked wildly. Her feet flailed the air and her thighs ground against the sides of his head. But she was firmly positioned and his tongue had no interference.
Excitement and delight inevitably overcame her fear and embarrassment. Her wriggling changed subtly from that of outraged resistance to wrigglings of desire. And the deeper her pleasure became the harder and more greedily she sucked that lovely, thick cock of his. Her head bobbed vigorously and the ringlets that had been piled so high when she'd passed me in the hall were loose from their pins and hiding her face from me. But I could see the way her hands had both clamped on his cockshaft and were jumping up and down on it.
Eric pulled his feet close to the chair and pushed himself onto them. He held her by the waist again and swung her body out away from his. "Let go," he directed her. "You can quit sucking now."
I didn't see any sign she meant to.
"YOU DUMB LITTLE SHIT! LEGGO!!"
She drew her head back. There was a wet "Plopping" sound and his cock leaped against his belly.
"Oooh, I didn't want to!" she whispered in a strained tone.
"WHAT THE FUCK DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE TO ME!" He roared.
He swung her upright again, but he didn't put her down; instead, he carried her to the back of his chair and set her on her feet with the fronts of her thighs pressed against the upholstery. Grabbing her shoulders, he thrust her forward over the thick chair back.
"Get your feet apart! ... Wider, stupid! ... WIDER!!!"
She had them spread so far only her toes touched the floor. Her pussy gaped, but that tiny cunt-mouth was still tightly closed. Eric jabbed his index finger into her cunt without warning, and her head came up and she cried out fiercely.
"EEE! ... OOOAAAHHH! ... That's what I want!"
He twisted the blunt, brutal finger around in her. "Fuck you, kid! Let somebody else pop that cherry!"
His finger came out gooey, strands of her sweet, thick, gummy pussy-juice clinging to it. Quickly, he smeared the juice on her asshole. Her ass-cheeks tightened convulsively.
"Eric! Good God, that's terrible! Dooooon't!"
As easily as he'd thrust it into her cunt, he drove his finger into her ass. His knees wedged between her widespread thighs, keeping them at a wide angle and preventing her effort to clamp them together. His finger twisted back and forth, reaming the reddening, stretching sphincter while she cried out piteously. Again, sensations that were at first painfully uncomfortable became more tolerable and then pleasant. Her cries lost their note of agony and protest and took on one of reluctant enjoyment. Instead of her body contorting itself in an effort to escape the indignity and torture it suffered, it writhed happily and twisted in an effort to heighten the intensity of feeling.
Eric continued to ream the awakening little asshole, dipping another finger into the well of her cunt-juice and scrubbing the thick, slippery lubricant around the tight-stretched anal rim while the buried digit stroked and twisted. In a moment of relaxation of her sphincter his second finger slipped in beside the first.
He stretched and loosened the eager little bunghole while she squirmed wildly, her boobies wiping the upholstery until their tips turned a fiery red. And when he had three fingers buried in her and she was still crying for more, he spat into his other palm and coated his purpling, swollen cockhead with his saliva.
Pulling his fingers out of her rectum--ignoring her frantic protest at the removal--he seized the shaft of his cock and aimed it at her ass. The huge, domed cockhead pressed on the rim of her anus, her ass-cheeks bulging sideward as it wedged them out of the way.
"Oh, dear! ... OMIGOD, WHAT'S THAT?"
Eric merely grunted. He leaned against the stiff, massive cock while the sloping angle of the head forced her asshole slowly open before it. Loosened and conditioned to the pleasure of accepting penetration, the abused, weakened muscle stretched to engulf his brutal cockhead. The great, ridged shoulder vanished within that pink-and-white bottom and the thick, dark-veined shaft plunged after it.
Nancy's knuckles whitened from the force of her grip on the arms of the chair. Her elbows straightened and stiffened and she pushed her upper torso upward so it extended almost horizontally from her hips, as if the deep-plunging cock were straightening her out. Her head came up, the cords in her neck standing out tautly and her teeth clenched and her lips drawn back from them in a horrible grimace of incredulous delight. Her eyes bulged and her shoulders trembled, while her feet left the floor to hook behind Eric's knees.
"AAAGGHHHHH! ... WWWAAAGGHHHHH! ... EEEEEEE!"
"All the way, baby! Up that little ass of yours! Give you an idea what fucking's going to feel like someday."
"OOOWWW! ... UUUNNNGG! ... FUCK, ERRRIC! ... HARD ... HARD ...!"
His hips blasted at her, smashing her unprotected ass in a vicious rain of blows while her body recoiled, leaping wildly over the unmoving chair. Her hair flew in a glossy black cloud as she flung her head up and back, then swung it from side to side in a frenzy of savage tosses. Eric's hand dipped beneath his cock and his fingers settled on her clitoris, rubbing it while he fucked.
Eric stiffened and arched, his entire body focused on the hideous entry and his ass-cheeks jerking fiercely. I could almost see the burst of cum that puffed the helpless, rapturous girl's belly.
"H O T T T! ... F U L L L! ... PUSH-PUSH-PUSH!"
They hung on the back of the chair, both quivering in the savage grip of orgasms.
Nancy's screaming became deep and guttural. "AAAGGHHH! ... UUUNNNGGGGGG! ... UUUNNNHHHHH!!!" And abruptly her muscles appeared to loosen and collapse. "AAAHHhhh! ... Ahhhhh! ... Mmmmmmmm!"
She hung limply on his dick, her legs loose and her hands lying motionless on the seat of the chair.
"Mmmmmm! ... Eric, I like it! ... Oooh, Eric!"
He gripped her soft, lifeless little ass-cheeks brutally and jerked his hips back with a wicked yank.
"EEEYYYAAAGGHHHHH!"
I cringed and trembled, expecting to see a bloody asshole still clinging like a ring of flesh to the enormous, softening cock and a great, gaping, mangled hole between the suddenly hard little buttocks. But she wasn't even torn. She simply squirmed with the agony of that fierce evacuation and cried bitterly.
"Y-y-you d-d-didn't have ... to do it ... like that!" She sobbed.
"Why the fuck not? What's so special about you? You make me sick."
"You're a brute! You're just an ugly, nasty, selfish brute!"
"Oh, shit!" His voice was filled with disgust. "Those cradle-robbing kings of yours ... either their taste was all in their mouths or they weren't man enough to handle real women. That's all I can say. Jesus! How any real man could waste his time on a kid when there were grown women around to be fucked is more than I can see!"
I drew back from the peephole I'd watched through and crept to the sun porch. All the beautiful dreams I'd lived on since Eric had said he loved me were shattered. I'd never trust him again. And I'd never be able to forget the kind of monster he was under that god-like front he always put up. I had nothing to look forward to but the bleak, hateful existence I'd know ever since Mark and I had become orphans.
Chapter 11
I was miserable all week. I couldn't even look at Eric without seeing the way he'd looked with Nancy. And he acted as if nothing at all had happened. It might have been a disastrous time if other things hadn't come up.
I think Nancy might have revised her own mental picture of what she'd gone through and made something of a heroine of herself. She probably did a little hinting among her own acquaintances and maybe did a little un-subtle challenging. Anyhow, a couple of the boys her age got her cornered after school and made it look like they were going to get a little of that hot stuff she was bragging about. Maybe they got a little rough. Only Mark just happened to show up. He kicked the shit out of them and gave them some dire warnings about what they could expect if they bugged Nancy any more. And right then and there she started worshipping him.
Well, there was no question she had the fixtures to interest a boy Mark's age. And he got interested.
That was the week when Ma Conner found out they were starting to do something in the Colorado mine her husband had gotten sweet-talked into buying a lot of stock in several years before his death, too. The way it looked, she was likely to be worth a hell of a lot more money than she'd ever be able to count. And with a little bit of excitement in her life for the first time, she didn't even look like the same person. I noticed Duane Fowler was getting a gleam in his eye and studying her when she wasn't looking.
In fact, he even started dating her. They weren't the world's most dramatic dates--he'd go down to the parlor and they'd have a drink or two in what she'd always insisted was her private "country" or she'd visit him in his apartment--but they had all the ceremony and pomp of real, serious dates.
The end of that week Ma came to my apartment and asked me to go downstairs with her. All very mysterious; she wasn't about to say anything about why. When I got down there she led me to her dressing room and poured out her heart. For a woman in her forties, she acted more like a girl my age. She was blushing and stammering and all excited. There was a whole lot of business about her being old fashioned and old before her time and everybody getting a second chance at life. And there was a lot of incoherent stuff about inhibitions and free expression of emotions and needs and a man's guidance ... God, I don't know what all!
What it all boiled down to was she was getting liberated from all the old hang-ups and turning on to a new beat. So we went shopping for clothes more appropriate to the new Ma--"Gwen," she began insisting. We did it from the inside out. She wanted the sexiest stuff we could buy, and in Emporia it wasn't easy to get really sexy outfits. But we did find a couple of bras with half-cups and some bikini-type, sheer lace panties--bright red ones and black ones. And she settled for a couple of miniskirts--it turned out she had damn nice legs--and another skirt with slits up the sides. And some blouses for seeing through and some that simply had plunging necklines.
There was supposed to be this heavy "Liberation" date with Duane in his apartment. And we spent an hour and a half getting her ready for it. She finally settled for the scarlet panties and one of the peek-a-boo bras and a see-through blouse and one of the miniskirts. And we left her hair loose ... just brushed the hell out of it ... and plenty of make-up because that's the way she wanted it.
Duane didn't sound like a villain at all when he let her into his apartment. He even smiled at me and asked didn't I think Gwen was the swan who'd been an ugly duckling far too long. And he glanced over his shoulder at the little table--it seemed to be almost in the center of the living room--and then back at me with a sharing kind of grin. And Gwen let him lead her inside toward the couch and a coffee table with a tray of wine and goblets on it.
I was a little bit worried about Ma and I kept coming into the hall and going down by Duane's door to be sure everything was all right. Once, I heard her giggle and say, "Duane, darling! Really!
The table?" I gulped and listened, holding my breath.
"Oooh, Duane! ... Oooh, I feel indecent! Eeeee!" And she giggled again.
I retreated to my apartment, shaken and on edge. Ma was getting a slightly modified version of what I'd experienced in that room and liking it! Maybe the difference was she'd come to have some kind of emotional attachment to Duane. He'd convinced her she was still young and desirable and she was ready to learn.
I did start out into the hall again; I just had to see if she kept on liking what he did. But Nancy appeared, pale and breathless. She ran to me.
"Lee! Omigosh, Lee! It's awful!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Oh, Lee!" She shuddered and let me lead her through my room to the sun porch, where she sank into one of the rattan chairs and buried her face in her hands.
"Now, what's wrong, hon?"
"Oh, Lee! It's Ma! She's in Duane's apartment, and I ... I ... Well, the roof ..."
"Uh-huh. Good view through his window, isn't there," I remarked dryly.
"Oh, dear! She ... he tied her on the table, just the way he did you! And he's got her all undressed! ... All naked! ... And ... And ... and she let him!"
"Is she all right?"
"Oooh, he's doing terrible things to her! And making her do things to him!" She looked up at me, her eyes brilliant with excitement. "She likes it, Lee! She likes it!"
Mark had appeared in the door leading to his room.
I led her on. "What's he doing, hon?"
"He ... he made her suck him! Her face got all red and excited looking, and when she stopped she was smiling! And then he went around behind her and ... and ..." She looked suddenly wistful. "I wish I weren't a virgin," she said softly. "Oh, God, Lee! Sometimes I think I'll die, I want IT so much!"
"Like now."
"Yes! Oh, why can't I be old enough?" And then, "Why doesn't Mark like me, Lee? I try so hard and he just doesn't!"
He came to her quickly. "Yes, I do! Nancy, I do like you!"
She started. Maybe she'd have stormed out of our apartment confused and angry at having been overheard any other time. Now she caught his hand and pressed it to her cheek, purring like a contented kitten. She was overwrought by what she'd been watching.
"Mark! Marky, you really do?"
"Sure! Of course, I do!"
She pulled his hand down over her neck and thrust it into the top of her blouse. "Oh, Marky! I just love you! I do, Mark!"
I backed away cautiously, settling myself in another of the chairs and watched. The girl seemed to have no sense of embarrassment or modesty. She forced Mark's hand onto her boob and held it there until he started squeezing and massaging. And while he played with the young, tender boobie, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. And she struggled with her bra fastener until she got it loose and could shed the restrictive garment.
Her voice sounded as thick as if she'd been drinking. "Oh, Marky, darling! Lee won't mind, will she?"
After a quick glance at me, Mark shook his head. "She won't mind."
He continued playing with her tit while she fumbled at his clothes with all the directness and un-self-consciousness of her youthful eagerness. When Mark was naked, she held his boyish hard-on in one hand and stood.
"Undress me, Marky; please?"
He grinned and unzipped her skirt. She continued to hold onto his cock while he removed skirt and panties, and her fingers moved gently and possessively, as if she felt confident because of the reasonable size of the young-cylinder.
They stood together, naked and slender and sweetly youthful, their bodies pressed close and their mouths meeting in a tender, happy kiss. But youth and excitement was too strong for tenderness. Their lips became greedy and demanding and their tongues probed and their bodies squirmed against each other. Mark's hands fondled her ass-cheeks and she dug at his back with her nails while their bellies rubbed each other.
Once, Nancy drew her mouth free long enough to ask me to undress, too. "More exciting!" she said breathlessly. "Please, Lee?"
I undressed, miserable because I was going to have to watch without doing anything. But while Mark was feeling her up, after tumbling her onto the lounge, Gunner came to me and whimpered, nudging at my knees with his muzzle. I held them tightly together, roughing his ears and laughing at him, but when he persisted I let him wedge his head between my thighs and sniff at my twitching pussy. He tongued it delicately, dabbing at the wetness that seeped over it, and I scooted down in the chair, sprawling and throwing my knees apart for him. With a blissful expression and a satisfied whine, he started lapping at my slit. His tongue drove between the sticky faces of my pussy-lips and dug at the rim of my quivering cunt-mouth. I moaned softly, my hips jerking and my fingers groping along the arms of the chair.
Nancy squirmed and chortled, her lithe young body alive with the pleasure Mark's busy hands were giving her. But she kept stealing glances at the way Gunner was applying himself to my squirming, opening pussy.
"Lee? ..." She spoke softly, as if to avoid disturbing the concentration Gunner was showing.
"Y-y-yes?" It was hard to talk with all the excitement that was coursing through me.
"Would he ... would he get on you if you wanted him to?"
"Who, Gunner?"
"Yes!"
"I ..." I hesitated. I wasn't going to tell either of them he already had. "I should think so. Why?"
"Ooh! That would be fun!"
"Think so?" Mark sounded suddenly eager. "Really think so, Nancy?"
"Oooh, yes!" Then, tentatively, "I bet I could coax him to."
"Aw, bet you couldn't. You're no dog."
"I bet I could!"
"Why don't you try?"
"Okay, smarty! I will!"
I groaned. That damn Mark! She was doing exactly what he wanted her to! He smirked until I thought his grin would split his face.
Nancy rolled off the lounge onto her hands and knees. Her pointed, soft young boobies hung under her and her belly drew up tightly.
"Here, Gunner! Here, sweetie! ... Come on, Gunner!"
I pushed Gunner's nose out of my pussy and clamped my knees together. He backed off, quivering and puzzled, then cocked his head at the girl. I could almost see the shrug as he turned away from me and approached her. He poked his nose at her ass and wiggled it as the sweet scent of her childish pussy-juice assailed his nostrils. He trembled with sudden pleasure and drove his muzzle against the tender, soft tissues of her crotch, his whole body shaking with the violence of his wagging tail. His tongue came out and dabbed at her slit.
"OOOH! ... YUMMY! Look, Mark! He likes me!"
Mark snorted. "Dessert. He's not on you, is he?"
"Yummmm! ... Not ... yet ... but! ..." She humped and jerked as the searching tongue probed deeper.
With a jerky whimper, she sank onto her elbows, her ass elevated and her knees apart. She was undulating her hips and her boobies were swinging erratically under her. Gunner's tongue lapped at the quickly separating pussy-lips and down to her clitoris. She jumped violently and rotated her ass, the small of her back dropping and her pussy turning up to Gunner.
"MMMMM! ... Mmm, Gunner! Fuck me, Gunner! ... Come on, sweetie! ... Get on!"
The entreaty in her voice must have triggered something in the dog. His back arched and his cock began to grow. His rump jerked back and forth as if he were already on her. He pulled back his head and reared, covering her ass and poking at her with the sharp-pointed tip of his cock.
"Give him a hand, Marky," I told him softly. "Open her up for him."
Mark straddled her, facing her ass, and reached around her to spread her pussy-lips with his fingers. The dancing red pecker edged closer to the tight little cunt-mouth and its sharp tip settled into the hole that was hardly more than a dimple.
"Oooh! ... Oooh! ... I did! I coaxed him on! ... YUMMMMM!"
Gunner's hips thrust rapidly, pounding his cock into her like a long nail. I got down beside her to watch what I'd felt before. The shiny red probe chattered against her like an air-hammer, each blow sinking it a tiny bit further while her cunt-rim spread and lipped at it.
"Omigod, Lee! Oh, dear! He's getting it in me! ... Ahhhhh!"
Gunner's cockhead had barely sunk out of sight in her before the inward progress stopped. His hips continued to pump and his forepaws clamped around her waist and jerked at her, but the penetration had stopped.
"Harder, sweetie!" she whispered. "Oh, please, sweetie! Just a little harder!"
He clutched at her waist and his haunches jabbed fiercely. She gasped and shuddered, her hands balling into fists on the floor, and the quivering, white-streaked cock stabbed deeper and slid swiftly out of sight.
"He did! Oh, God, I'm not a virgin any more!"
The edge of Gunner's cock sheath swelled and stretched and I saw what I'd been waiting for. A broad, thick knot that looked like two big bulges, one on each side of his cock, came into view. It reached Nancy's cunt-mouth and pressed inward, her taut young rim appearing too tight to admit it. But his eager pumping and her equally eager backward thrusts, aided by the powerful sweeping motions of his forepaws, drove the bulky knot into her and left only a last couple of inches of normal-sized hard-on visible.
In an instant, even that vanished, his heavily-bristled sheath butting into the quivering, reddened, gaping pussy-flesh. And Gunner started fucking. I'd been lying on the lounge when he'd mounted me. And I outweighed the child by probably thirty pounds. She was supporting herself on wide-spread knees and her elbows with nothing to keep her from swaying backward and forward. His forepaws encircled her waist and swept her back and forth on his cock in time to the rhythm of his thrusting haunches. She grunted explosively each time her backward progress was met by the forward drive of his belly. Her hair bounced and her tits jumped around on the shiny floor. She pressed her cheek to the linoleum and kept her eyes squinted tightly shut, her lips parted and her nostrils flaring.
"Omigod, Marky! Oh, my! It feels so good!" And then, in triumph, "I did get him to, didn't I?"
Mark glanced significantly at me. "You sure did! I didn't think you could."
"OHHH! ... FUCK, GUNNER, FUCK!" Her voice shook with the battering she was taking.
Gunner's balls swung like a bell clapper and his tongue lolled above her quivering shoulders. His cock pistoned in her and the cruel bristles of his sheath kept stabbing into the delicate, open membranes of her pussy. Her ass jerked convulsively against his belly and she curled her toes, her feet pounding a tattoo on the floor.
Maybe her smaller size and tighter cunt accelerated Gunner's reaction. Anyhow, he timed his orgasm better than he had with me. He clutched her to him and stopped pumping, his rump starting that fantastic vibration that had driven me wild. Mark's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"Jeez! Wouldja look at that!"
I timed Gunner's orgasm. He continued to vibrate like that a full five minutes. Nancy shook and writhed, her belly rippling with her inner spasms, and an expression of terror finally twisted her features!
"I CAN'T STOP!" She gasped. "I ... CAN'T ... STOP ... CUMMING!"
But when Gunner's orgasm had run its course and the vibrations subsided, she collapsed and sighed.
"Oh, my goodness!" She panted heavily. "Oh, dear, what a marvelous cum! I'm all warm inside!" Then, a note of wonder creeping into her voice, "What's wrong? He's not getting any softer!"
She tugged gently and her eyes opened with startled concern. "LEE! AM I STUCK TO HIM?"
Gunner surged backward, jerking her with him.
"I AM! GOOD GOD, I'M STUCK ON HIS PECKER! HELLLPPP!"
Mark lunged toward them, but I caught his arm.
"No! No, Mark! We'll just have to wait!"
He groaned and clenched his fists helplessly while Gunner jerked to free himself. But my brother wasn't going to let his dog drag the poor girl all over the floor; he calmed Gunner and held him in one place while the slow process of shrinkage did its work. And when Nancy finally did slide off the knobby cock and collapse, Mark gathered her in his arms and placed her on the lounge.
I was still being cheated, I thought--especially with Nancy getting not only Mark, but Gunner as well--but I did my best to contain myself while the kids whispered endearments to each other and experimented with the intimacies of uninhibited sex. And when Mark finally thrust her knees apart and settled into the saddle of her thighs, his cockhead nestled against the winking, eager rim of her cunt-mouth, and she clutched at him and dug her heels into his ass to urge him into her, I ground my fist against my pussy and felt a great surge of joy that my little brother was doing such a masterful job.
As his thick, hard young cock plunged into her she sighed happily and pulled herself up against his chest.
And she chortled. "I got more than Ma did. I bet she hasn't ever fucked a dog!"
Chapter 12
Both kids left the apartment after everything was over. They'd showered together and I'd held my breath with nervousness for fear Ma--Gwen, that is--would hear their squeals of laughter and investigate (assuming she'd finished her lesson in Duane's apartment). But she didn't. And when they came back late for supper she simply gave them an indulgent "Tsk-tsk" and let it go at that.
I realized Nancy had what she wanted--a man to pay attention to her and a ready cock to feed the hunger between her legs. Mark's gentle consideration was in such contrast to Eric's brutal arrogance she obviously wanted nothing more to do with her mother's boarder. And the more I thought about her abrupt change in attitude the more I began to suspect Eric.
A couple of days after Gwen and her daughter had broken through the sex barrier, I went to Eric's apartment. He acted genuinely glad to see me there.
"Hey! What happened, baby? I was afraid maybe you'd changed your mind about me!"
I sniffed. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Christ, yes! Come on! I'll pour you a beer!"
"No wine?" But I had to giggle.
He squeezed me and went to the little beer bar he'd had them put in for him. Drawing a foamy mug of beer for each of us, he guided me to the couch and sat beside me.
"Now. What the hell's been going on?" he asked.
I sniffed. "You had a child in here, Eric Bjornson!"
"Huh? ... Oh, that damn kid of Gwen's?"
"Don't give me that 'damn kid' stuff! I'll bet that isn't the way it is at all!"
He squirmed and turned red. "Aw, for Christ's sake, who'd want to mess around with a baby?"
"Eric! ..."
"Oh, shit! Okay, if you're going to keep poking! She did come up. I think I gave her enough to think about, she's not going to try that again. Not with me."
I didn't say much. "I thought that was it," I whispered as I got my arm up across his chest and pulled his face around to mine. And we just about forgot all about the beer.
Well, Ma Conner evidently got as much of a thrill out of her lessons with Duane as her daughter was getting with Mark. And there were a few days when I thought Will was the forgotten child. Gwen and Duane weren't forgetting him, though. One night when Will got terribly snotty at the dinner table, Duane speared him with a venomous look and held it until Will sputtered into silence.
When there wasn't even the sound of anybody breathing, Duane said, "Seems to me your education's been neglected, Will."
"Yeah? Figure you know somebody can teach me somethin'?"
Duane nodded. He was real cool. "Yeah, I figure I do. Matter of fact, I think it's time I introduced you to him."
"You an' who else?"
Ma bristled, but her voice was low and steady instead of being shrill, the way it used to be. "And me, young man."
"Huh? Who's the miracle man?"
Duane gave him an evil grin. "Colonel Waters."
"Who the hell ..."
"Runs a military school in Lawrence. I went through there. I think he'd enjoy having you as a guest for awhile."
"Inmate, you mean!" Will sounded abruptly alarmed.
"Tell you what, boy. I've been talking to the colonel this week. He says you sound like a fine, self-reliant young man. Ought to make a real name for yourself at CARVER-LANGHAM."
"You shit!" But Will's voice was a whisper of awe rather than a belligerent yell.
"Maybe." Duane didn't even scowl. "We'll see. Anyhow, Gwen and I are making a loop through Topeka and Lawrence and Kansas City in a couple of days. We'll just take you along and let you meet this Waters guy. I think he'll impress you."
Well, it got kind of exciting, then. I mean things in general, not Will, particularly. There were times when I thought he might even be relieved they cared enough for him to "send him up the river," as he put it once. Anyhow, it turned out Duane and Gwen were going to get married and be gone for about ten days. They meant to leave Will at CARVER-LANGHAM, expecting Colonel Waters might make something worthwhile out of him, then tour the west side of Missouri and spend a few days in the Arkansas Ozarks. Nancy was to stay in Emporia with me. Where the arrangements would have enraged me a week earlier, it delighted me now. And I thought Mark was going to blow the whole thing, his pleasure was so obvious.
So the big day arrived and Will was in the car before Gwen and Duane even came out of the house. And then they were dwindling in the distance and we were all still waving. When we finally turned back toward the house, Eric grinned broadly and patted my fanny.
"Tell you what!" he exclaimed. "Seems to me we ought to throw a celebration! I mean, everything working out the way it has. How about it?"
Chapter 13
He'd had it all planned ahead of time. I mean, that man I'd been lucky enough to trap had some real special talents! He had Wilson's cater it for us. They brought the dinner up to the house and served it and took the whole mess away afterward. There was real fancy chicken and all kinds of stuff to go with it, and afterward a decorated cake and a beautiful ice cream mold. And Eric took us all upstairs to his apartment so we could listen to his stereo tapes.
He had a marvelous collection and I think he'd selected them real carefully for that night. I mean, he started out with some soft, dreamy ones that put all of us in a sentimental mood. And when the two couples of us were all snug and hanging onto each other at opposite ends of the couch the music gradually began to have a strong, urgent beat under the melody. It was still soft and sentimental, but there was an undercurrent of eagerness that did things to me.
I felt all warm and cuddly and awfully sensitive to Eric's touch. I kept pushing tighter against him and squirming and making little noises in my throat. And once in awhile I heard Nancy making the same kind of noises to Mark.
"Hey, those kids are getting carried away!" Eric whispered into my ear.
When I stopped shivering from the thrill his warm breath in my ear sent over me, I nodded and gulped. "Don't worry about them. They've been experimenting. Getting pretty good for kids."
He chuckled. "Sonofabitch. How do you think they'd react to a night of grown-up games?"
I couldn't help laughing aloud. "They'd love it, I'll bet!"
He grinned and got up. "You guys!" He barked at Mark and Nancy. "Either one of you ever see the rest of my apartment?"
They both shook their heads.
"Not since you moved in," murmured Nancy. "Ma said she'd skin me if she caught me going through it."
"Well, how about a guided, chaperoned tour?" He turned up the volume on the stereo.
The music was still gradually changing character. The melodies were wilder and more urgent now and the beat had become a fierce throb. We followed him into his bedroom. Even I hadn't been in there with him! God, what a bed! It was a king-size water bed! And I know my eyes were as wide as either of the kids'.
We had to try it out. I'd never been on a water bed, and the way the surface yielded and surged under me was sexy, itself. When Nancy joined me and started jerking around, it was weird! I kept gasping and shivering with unexpected sensations. And Mark dropped down between us and made it even worse.
Eric laughed. "You think that's good, you ought to feel what it does to you when you're naked!"
Just like that! And just like that, we started stripping off our clothes! It wasn't two minutes before the four of us were mother-naked in a pile on the bed. And Eric suggested a game.
"Look. This thing gives wherever you push it. Try crawling on your hands and knees."
It was hard to keep our balance, let alone keep moving. We crawled over each other and fell under each other and grabbed at things to steady ourselves. We could hardly hear the music over the squeals and shouts of laughter. And we weren't playing a simple game of crawling around very long, either. It didn't take very many times of having one of my boobies grabbed or someone clutching at my pussy to channel my attention to getting laid.
I got hold of a cock and had it halfway into my mouth before I realized it was too small for Eric's. I decided it didn't matter too much; there was a whole night ahead of me. So I gulped it in, the foreskin slipping back easily this time, and sucked tenderly while Mark was fumbling at Nancy with his hands.
It was kind of kooky that way. Eric was pawing at me and had my legs all spread apart and his face buried in my pussy. Mark was watching the beautiful man out of the corner of his eye and imitating every move, doing the same thing to Nancy that Eric did to me. And she kept her hips jerking while my little brother mouthed the wet, eager, soft membranes of her pussy. She struggled valiantly with Eric's huge cock, too, gulping at it and finally managing to get the gorgeous, shiny-velvet head into her mouth.
The two men were on their backs while Nancy and I crouched over them crosswise. I think it would have made a strange scene if there had been anyone to stand back and take it in. I mean, Eric was such a big, muscular, beautiful mountain of a man and Mark was still so slender and young and angular. And I'd filled out to become a curvaceous, full-fleshed woman, while Nancy was still the lean child with only the beginnings of roundness.
But there wasn't a whole lot of difference in our eagerness. She worked just as hard and made just as many wet, slurping noises over Eric's cock as I did over Mark's. And her hips were churning so I'm not at all sure I was putting out as much energy as she was.
I know she reached the limit of her endurance a lot faster than I did.
"Oh, my!" She cried out, releasing the great, slobbery cockhead. "Oh, my goodness! Somebody fuck me! Quick! I can't wait!"
Mark grabbed her waist and twisted her around so she straddled his hips. "How about riding mine?" he asked.
She looked dubious, but there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "We ... we haven't fucked with me on top before," she reminded him doubtfully. "Is it all right?"
Eric's laugh boomed. "You scared of squashing him?"
"N-no, but ..."
"Go ahead, honey," I told her softly. "Never mind Eric. You'll get a kind of sensation you've never had before."
"Oooh, you make it sound exciting!"
"It is."
She shifted her knees, fitting them into the hollows at the sides of Mark's waist, and reached under herself to position his cock so it rested against the wet, pulsing rim of her cunt-mouth. She settled back, slowly engulfing the young, bulbous cockhead.
Her hips jerked, stroking her on the thick, stiff shaft and bumping her glossy black pubic hair onto Mark's. Eric straddled Mark's legs and bent over the girl, his hands caressing her waist and buttocks until she quivered wildly.
"Omigosh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, golly, it feels funny to have two of you feeling around when one of you is fucking me!"
Eric inched closer to her and pushed his cock down with one hand so the enormous, bulging head nudged the crack of her ass.
"Eric! ... OH, ERIC! ... OMIGOD, COULD YOU? ... MARKY, DARLING! ... WOULD YOU BE MAD IF ERIC ..."
"A sandwich!" Mark yelled enthusiastically. Then he added in a tone of resignation, "He'd never be able to get that giant of his into you back there."
"He can try! TRY, ERIC! OOOH, TRY!"
Eric winked at me and gestured. I went to his side on my knees and fighting the damn bed's unpredictability--and he kissed me tenderly. Then I leaned against his shoulder while he lubricated the girl's ass with saliva and spread her eager young buttocks. Even my memory of the way his cock had buried itself in that tiny asshole couldn't rid me of the conviction she was too small for him. But as he pushed and her soft flesh heaped up around the wedging, monstrous knob at the end of that rigid, massive shaft, I realized the puckered little anus was expanding and gulping.
Little by little, the huge, blunt-tipped cockhead disappeared into her.
Her eyes bulged and she panted hoarsely. "MARKY! ... OH, GOD, MARKY! ... HOLD ME! HOLD ME TIGHT!"
Mark clutched her to him, his lips tenderly brushing her face while she strained and gasped. His concern was obvious and he winced every time she did. Eric's cock slid swiftly inward, burying itself in her ass, and she was pinned between the two men. An expression of elation made her face glow.
"Omigosh, Marky! I'm so full I'll pop!" she exclaimed in a whisper. She extended her legs outside his and lay flat on him.
Eric supported his weight on elbows and knees and surged forward and backward, stroking his enormous pecker in the girl's ass. The movements shoved her back and forth on Mark and a strange, trance-like look came into my little brother's eyes.
"Jeez! I can feel his cock, too, Nancy! Just as if he had it right in the same place as me!"
The captive water in the bed picked up the rhythm of Eric's strokes and rocked with increasing violence. I grabbed at Eric and held on, giddy and tingling with desire for him. He pulled me around so I knelt over his hand, and suddenly his blunt, heavy thumb drove upward into my twat. I shuddered and sank onto it, my hands closing on his wrist.
"Turn around, baby," he suggested softly.
I lifted one leg over his arm and turned my back to him. His fingers closed on my mound and one of them found my clitoris, rubbing along its side while my head spun with excitement.
"Honey! Oh, Eric, honey! I love you so!" What the hell? A woman's got to tell her man once in awhile! And maybe it's good insurance to do it whenever he's got his pecker in something else. Especially a cute little ass like Nancy's.
But it didn't look like I had an awful lot to worry about. His cock was sliding back and forth in her, squeaking between those pinched little ass-cheeks, but he was looking at me and his hand was doing marvelous things to that hot, steamy pussy of mine. And Nancy seemed to be totally engrossed in Mark. She was fumbling at him with her hands and covering him with kisses and whispering jerky, sentimental things to him. You'd have thought he had two cocks ... that it was he who was fucking her back and front! And she was getting wildly irrational. She was too tightly pressed between the two male bodies to move a whole lot, but she was squirming like mad! And her boobies looked like they were going to get scrubbed right off, the way she was wiping them on Mark's chest!
She was quick on the trigger, as she had been from the beginning. "MARK! ... MARKY! ... OHHH, MARKEEEEE! ... SHOOT ME FULL! ... NOW, NOW!"
"Unnnhhh!" My brother's eyes were glazed. He acted as if that enormous cock rubbing so close to his was in him instead of Nancy. "UNNNHHHHH! ... YEEEAAAHHH! ... H-H-HERE IT GOOOOES! ... UMMPPHHH!"
"E E E I I I G G G H H H H H! ... EEEYYAAAGGGHHHHH!" She stiffened and jerked convulsively, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.
Eric stopped fucking and jammed his cock as hard as he could against her. The moment she began to lose her rigidity, he let the brutal cylinder slip gently from her ass. She collapsed into Mark's arms and lay in them as if she were only semi-conscious, gasping and panting.
"Oh, Mark, darling!" She sighed. "Sooooo goooood!"
Eric withdrew his hand from my pussy at the very instant I was ready for an orgasm of my own.
"Eric! ... ERIC, HONEY! ... THAT'S MEAN!"
He chuckled gently. "Rather have my thumb than my dick, puss?"
"Oh, honey ... you know better!"
"Sure. Hey, want a wild ride?"
"Oooh! Love it!"
"Climb on!"
He rolled onto his back and I mounted him kneeling over that giant tree of his and trapping its nose in the maw of my cunt-mouth. He caught me by the waist and held me, preventing my plunge down the great cock.
"Sure you can trust that brother of yours?" he asked with a grin. "Wouldn't put it past him to climb right on."
"Who cares? Honey, if I'm on your cock, I don't care what else is going on!"
"Yeah? Hey, that's my baby!" He let go of my waist and let me settle onto that spongy, hot-meaty, prodigious cockhead of his. It fascinated me that I could hang up, even for a moment, on anybody's cock. But I did. My cunt-rim stretched and strained and a savage joy coursed over me at the exquisite sensation. But my cunt was too elastic to be denied for long; it opened and gulped and engulfed those broad cock-shoulders and plunged down the bulging shaft while his cockhead bored upward along my passage to the core of my belly.
I sank onto the wiry bristles of his pubic hair and felt their barbs impale the moist, hot, quivering tissues of my inner pussy-lips. His hips rose with a jerk to toss me halfway up his magnificent cock. The fluid friction shook me with the delight it generated. And I dropped on it a second time. But the bed was a hydraulic ram; it absorbed the momentum of his fall when he dropped back. It sloshed outward to the side of the bed and washed back to peak under him and fling him upward under me again. Every blow was more violent and threw me higher, until I caught his wrists and hung on to keep from being thrown off. Wild, savage joy flooded me and I cried out exultantly.
"AAAIIIGGGHHHHHH! ... WONNNDERFUUULLLLL!"
My boobies danced furiously. They pounded me and ached from the flogging. My head bounced and I gritted my teeth to keep from biting my tongue. But, God, how the sensations along the inner surfaces of my thighs and in the heart of my pussy overwhelmed every other! And what a thrill it was to feel that hard muscular warmth under me and ride it with tight-clamped thighs and be so gloriously, vibrantly aware of the way it all came to a focus in one magnificent, ridged, bulging pillar that struck upward through the soft, wet, clinging, puffy flesh of my pussy and the thick, gulping, greedy rim of my cunt-mouth into the core of my belly. What a marvelous sensation to feel that bulbous, great cockhead churning my guts in its pistoning, ever-jerking movement!
Overcome by the intensity of my devotion to the great figure under me, I let myself drop forward on him. I kicked my feet back along his legs and hugged his huge, bulging thighs with my knees while my belly quivered against the silken hair on his and my boobies flattened their sweat-moistened fullness on the rippling muscles of his chest. I clung to him and felt his powerful, thick arms close around me to cuddle me and squeeze me. And his hips continued to leap, driving his buried cock back and forth in the clutching passage of my vagina.
"Honey! ... Oh, honey, I love you!"
"I'm damn glad, puss Damn glad!"
"Oh, fuck, sweetie! Hard!"
"UNH! ... Clamp tight!"
"Yes! Yes! OOOH, ERIC!"
"TIGHT! TIGHT!"
"UMMMMM! ... MMMMMM! ... EEEEE, HONEY!"
"UNNNHHH-UNNNHHHHH!"
"HARD, HONEY! ... DRIVE IT HARD! ... FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!"
"Here it ... CHRIST, HERE IT COMES, PUSS!"
"OH, BLAST ME WITH IT! I'M... EEE, I'M CUMMING! ... ERRRIC, I'M ... CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG! ... Oooooh, oooooh ... aaahhhhh!"
"AAGHHH! ... Hey! Your cunt's milking hell out of me! ... UNNNHHHHH! ... AAARRGGHHHHH!"
Everything was wet. He was covered with sweat and so was I, and sweat gathered in pooled layers between our clinging bodies. There was hot, steamy wetness where his luscious cock penetrated the bubbly, sucking lips of my cunt, and where his huge arms gripped me their wetness made them slip on my sweaty flesh. It seemed a world of fluid and I wondered wildly, happily, if the bed had ruptured to let us float in our own sea. But the sweet smells of cock-in-pussy and mingling man-sweat and woman-sweat made it plain it was wetness generated by our own furious fucking.
I rubbed my cheek on his shoulder and crooned. "Ohhh, honnney! Oh, that was so awful goooood!"
"Good, baby! God, how good!" He brushed the top of my head with his chin. "If we do everything else together as good as we fuck, it's going to be a good life."
"It'll be good!" I whispered. "Nothing could be bad as long as I've got you, Eric!" He chuckled and squeezed. "Saw the house I think we're going to want. Over on Elm. Just today."
"Oh, Eric! Eric, what's it like?"
Picket fence. Yard full of trees. House sort of nestled down among them. Apartment over the garage ... thought Mark might like that better than one of the bedrooms in the house, but that's up to him."
"Oh, honey! Honey! Somebody'll get it before we do!"
"No. I made a deposit--and an offer. Well look at it tomorrow. See if you like it the way I think you will."
"Oh, Eric! Honey, honey! ... EEE, HONEY, HONNNEY! ... HOLD ME! ... HOOLLLD MEEEEE! ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG! ... I'm cumming ag-g-gain! UMMMMMHHH! ... NNNNNGGGGGGG!"
When I collapsed on him again, panting and shaking, he laughed gently.
"Looks like things are going to be even better than I figured!" He caressed me tenderly. "Get a broad who cums over a house she hasn't even seen yet, that's a real prize!"
"Oh, honeyyy ... you know better! It's just knowing you were looking! ... Knowing maybe we're going to move into our own house real soon!"
He chuckled. "Can't fool me. I'm going to be ready for you when you see it! Damned if I'm not!"
I didn't say anything. I mean, what can you say to a guy like that? All you can do is squeeze him with your thighs and shiver because that beautiful, limp dick of his is still bigger in your cunt-mouth than any other you've ever had in there! And you can wiggle so your boobs sort of slide on the wet, curly hair on his chest. And you can kiss the hell out of him.
"Hey!" he whispers. "Look at that kid brother of yours!"
And you turn your head and look and a thrill of excitement goes over you and you hang onto Eric. Because that damn "do-anything" Nancy is standing in the middle of the room and she's bent at the hips, standing on all fours, with her palms flat on the floor and her knees locked. And Mark is riding her, his insteps hooked inside her knees and his own knees clamped outside her hips. And his cock is driven downward into her pussy like a great spike.
She's bouncing and he's hanging on with a wild, gleeful expression on his face. And those conical, youthful tits of hers are swinging like they're going to ring a bell! And Marky's balls are bumping her belly and she's panting and giggling and half-crying, all at the same time.
And he's yelling! "BUCK ... SONOFABITCHIN'HORSE, BUCK!"
And she's groaning. F U C K SONOFABITCHIN'MAN, FUCK MEEEEE!"
"AAAIIIGGHHHIII!"
"EEEOOOHHHOOO! ... AAGGGHHHHHH!"
And Eric's squashing hell out of you and rubbing your ass and muttering. "Goddamn kids are going to keep us in heat all the time!"
And you're wiggling like hell and you hope to God they do! You hope to God you can invent some way for that gorgeous, thick, long, bulb-headed prick to grow in you so it never does have to come out. And you remember how long you ached for this man and how little you ever hoped he'd even smile at you. And you bounce a little just to convince you Eric and the water bed and the whole impossible thing is really happening ... that it's happening to you!
And when you're still a little scared it might be like Cinderella, you squeeze him and say again, "Oooh, Eric, honey! I do love you so much!"
And he laughs contentedly. "Keep telling me baby. One of these days I'm going to believe it."
